#ESPECIALLY with today being a solo session

[shibaraki]

PAS DE DEUX ┊ GOJO SATORU

tags: GN reader, no curse au (ballet), principal dancer gojo, reader is a photographer for his ballet company, fluff, flirting + casual touch, barre exercising, getting together, first kisses

wc: 2.4K

Gojo Satoru is just a man.

Albeit a coveted man, able to do anything on stage exactly as he would in rehearsal. High arabesques and tight pirouettes. Otherworldly form. Broad hands able to memorise another’s centre of gravity within the first twenty seconds. Swan-like and slender. All agile limbs, a body brazen with self-assurance and packed with strength, reflected in how effortlessly he can catch, spin, and dip his partners. Low, on perfect pointe.

A beautiful, talented, annoying man. That which has chosen to breathe down your neck as you fiddle with your camera, rather than occupy any other corner of the large studio.

“You’re distracting me, Satoru”.

“How am I distracting?” he asked, inclining his head. You gave him a look, and emphatically motioned at him from head to toe. Satoru cracks a grin, those piercing blue eyes gleaming, “By existing?”

“No, because you're all up in my space. I’ll show you the pictures in a second so back up,” you snap, your hand fluttering dismissively at him. “And put a shirt on!”

A low, vibrating hum, and a smile that holds a sincere gentleness to it that you wouldn’t have expected to find. He looks almost boyish. You turn from it and feel his presence move away like the sun being blocked out, steady warmth then the absence of it.

He does not put his shirt on. Instead Satoru takes position at the barre and walks his fingers along the top. Dawn filtered in through the small windows, casting a spotlight onto every dip and curve. You resolutely do not look at that narrow waist, nor how closely his tights clung to his hips, his thighs. Pulled over his soft soled slippers are a pair of grey stirrup leg warmers, bunched around his calves. He’s—

You draw a sharp inhale and refocus on the LCD screen, the neckstrap suddenly uncomfortably heavy.

Satoru is a bit older than most of the other dancers you photograph but no more mature for it. Granted he’s gentler in his discipline, more experienced, and always less eager for the practice to be over. He liked the day to drag on and on, especially if someone was watching him.

People said he was arrogant. Maybe that was a little true and with good reason. But your lense saw through the veneer that Satoru wore. Session after session, through rehearsals and classes and auditions, you saw pride for his craft, and how deeply he loved imbuing that love into his juniors.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of saying so, but watching him dance felt transcendent. Whoever the pair, he made every pas de deux seem seamless, like two halves of the same entity coming together. Solo he was in a league of his own. Sometimes he danced as if he loved beyond the scope of his skin. Sometimes he danced as if the whole world had betrayed him.

“How’d I do this time?” you hear him ask in that very cavalier way that betrayed his interest immediately, becoming antsy in your prolonged silence. “Pretty good, right?”

Today you managed to shoot him demonstrating a particularly heartbreaking variation of a grand jeté. He reached the peak and fell so gracefully that you’d felt the whole room hold its breath. Another beep and the camera screen flickers to that very photo. Right leg stretched anterior, his left posterior to his body, evenly split into a horizon as he soared through the air. Rather than poise to mimic an elegant wingspan he had curved an arm into an arc over his face, almost as if in anguish, while the other draped behind him.

“Why ask if you already know?” you deflected, switching to the next photograph. “You definitely have a flair for the dramatic”.

“Maybe I want to hear it from your mouth,” you can hear the layered petulance behind his words. It makes you restless to think your praise could hold any significance to him. “Tense today, aren’t we? You should do some barre exercises with me. Loosen you up a little,” he continues, clicking his tongue. “I could even teach you some steps”.

You snort lightly, “That’s a ridiculous idea”.

“I don’t think so,” Satoru disagrees, a contemplative tone to his voice. Intensity returns to his gaze as it roams over your form. “You’re the only person in the company I haven’t danced with yet. Can you blame me?”

“It wouldn’t be dancing, Satoru. You know I can’t dance,” you insist, or so you think, the weak response barely audible over the heartbeat flooding your ears. “I’d look like a fucked up marionette”.

A hand crosses your line of sight. You hadn’t even noticed his approach. Satoru plucks the camera from your slackened grasp and slips the neckstrap over your head in one swift movement. “Then let me pull your strings,” he teases, proffering his open palm. Your throat grows dry.

“That was awful,” you tell him, clutching to whatever dignity you have left. Then you take it. Long fingers enclose over your knuckles and he smiles.

Sometimes when you want something you’ll take it in whatever manner the universe is willing to give it.

“Ha. Worked though”.

As mercy would have it, Satoru guides you as he would a beginner. You’ve lived and worked amongst dancers for years. Your mind is familiar with the lifestyle, the lingo and the routine, but your muscles are not. “Another rep. Heels together with your toes turned out—that’s it, bend slightly,” your pulse rockets at the light touch to your hip, firm yet gentle in encouraging you to bend. The room is much hotter than you recall. “Place one foot in front of you. Point. Now sweep it around to the back in a C-shape,” warmth lingers where his fingertips had been as he steps back. “Point your feet,” he says, his lips suddenly close to your ear.

“What—?”

“As you circle,” Satoru repeats. “Point your feet.” You exhale and repeat. “Hm. Good at taking instructions, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to kill you,” comes your shaky response, already feeling clammy. It doesn’t escape you that he still hasn’t put a shirt on. Your inner thigh muscles are burning. Satoru laughs and the irritation ebbs away because he sounds happy. Giddy, even.

“This one will open your hips nicely,” Satoru finds your waist again and pivots you to face the barre. His body heat seeps through your t-shirt where he’s pressed against your back. Hands slide beneath your arms and down to your wrists, delicately placing them atop the barre. “Keep taking deep breaths for me. Bend your knees—hold,” the ache forces your eyes shut for the five seconds he keeps you inert, plunged into fleeting darkness with just his low, honeyed voice to guide you.

This really was a terrible idea.

“Rise to plié,” Satoru murmurs. “Up into demi-pointe. There you are, now hold again”.

Shadows pool into the studio space as the evening draws on. You’re rendered a sticky mess, and not in the manner you’d have liked. Wondrously, and despite the soreness that will no doubt wear in tomorrow, you had begun to feel you were working with your body and not against it.

Satoru had barely broken a sweat. You take comfort in the splotchy flush covering his cheeks and how his chest rises and falls, both signs of exertion. Equally as distracting. “You’re almost a natural,” he says, running a hand through his silky white hair.

Unsteady on your feet, you roll your eyes skyward while the burning in your lungs dwindles. “Sure. We’ll be onto our own pas de deux in no time,” you joke offhandedly. But Satoru’s expression wanes into something like longing in your periphery. Fondness, and then to amusement.

“Maybe not. Your pointe needs work,” he says.

“Well excuse me, big shot. I’m not even wearing the right shoes—”

“Want to try some lifts?”

A stone of dread drops into your stomach. The barre digs into your lower back as you lean against the wall, “We do some—some routine warmups and you think I’m ready for partnered lifts?!”

Satoru’s voice remains steady but his lips are starting to purse as he mirrors your posture, “I can take your weight”.

You didn’t doubt it. Satoru’s ability appeared to defy physics all together and that translated well with his counterparts too, whoever they may be. You’ve seen him lift people of every different shape and weight. Each one would become weightless in his embrace.

“No. No lifts,” you tell him, trying for a cadence that inspired authority. Satoru arched his brow and you got the sense that to him you were akin to a small disgruntled cat. Whether it’s the fatigue that lowers your inhibitions or plain pettiness, you hear yourself say, “I think you just want an excuse to touch me more”.

A pulse of magnetised desire rippled through the atmosphere. You don’t miss the way his breathing hitched, or how the hand absently rubbing the back of his neck stilled only for a moment before falling to his hip. Satoru swallows. Your eyes follow how his thumb strums the waistband of his tights—tights that leave very little to the imagination.

Anticipation prickles through your belly when he takes a step forward, then another, until his nose bumps your own. “You’re not supposed to say the quiet part out loud,” he murmurs, a little breathless. It ghosts across your lips. There’s trepidation in his gaze, searching your expression for rejection or discomfort, neither of which he will find.

You are reminded again that for all his apparent confidence and talent, Gojo Satoru was still very much human.

Your hands lingered in the narrow space between your bodies. Restlessly clenching, uncurling. Not knowing where to put them. The bare skin of his abdomen brushes your knuckles. “Satoru,” you begin.

He hums, palms coming to rest on your hips. He leans into you, emboldened by the invocation of his name, and echoes yours back.

“Did you seriously…” your thoughts drift as he dips lower, lingering. The blood rushes to your head. You could easily tip your head, align your mouths, and bring him into a kiss. Somehow the simplicity of that makes this whole charade even more laughable. “Don’t tell me you made me do a workout instead of just asking me on a date like a normal person”.

The response registers visibly on his face. He blinks, delicate pale lashes fanning over his cheeks, and in the next breath he’s lighting up, eyes first, glittering urainian blue. “That was hardly a workout,” he says, warmth bleeding into his voice. “It was a warmup”.

“Warmup my ass”.

“Can, if you want”.

Laughing, you cradle his jaw and say, “Stop being annoying and kiss me”.

Satoru’s hands have slipped beneath your shirt. He squeezes, smiles at the feel of soft flesh yielding under his thumbs, “Alright”.

Always has to have the last word, you think amusedly. Satoru pressed impossibly close. The barre has since become numb where it prods at your back. Your lips part as he tilts and your mouths brush, want knotted deep in your belly. It is slow at first, hesitant. But every movement of Satoru’s lips turns into sweet affirmation. Quick, then long, then greedy.

You wrap your arms around his neck and feel him shudder as you suck gently at his plush bottom lip. He paws at you with more fervour, languidly licking into your mouth. Soft wet sounds reach your ears and a contented hum reverberates through your skin that you can’t help returning. You feel his lips stretch thin into a smirk.

When you eventually part for breath your chest is pounding. He watches you closely. Half lidded and entirely too pleased. Something about the certainty and satisfaction stunned you then. Coloured the world around you in roseate. “You really do like me, don’t you?”

Satoru doesn’t falter. Quiet and deeply amused, he replies, “What gave it away? The constant pestering, the always staying behind after hours, the never wearing a shirt, the—?”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” you sighed, smoothing your palms down his bare chest simply because you can. “…I like you too, you know”.

“Yeah?”

You hummed. “What gave it away? The constant pestering?” you kissing the corner of his mouth, “The always staying after hours?” and then his cheek.

Satoru turns quickly to chase as you recline, nipping at your mouth. “Point taken,” he rumbles, pinching at the fabric of your shirt and lightly tugging it. “Pattern dictates this should go, next”.

“You know we need to lock up. If I let you start we’ll never stop,” you laughed, wriggling out from his embrace. The studio will be shrouded in complete darkness soon, and now you both need to shower. Satoru reluctantly lets you go, trailing after you as you collect your camera and pass it between your hands.

The screen flickers on, back to that incredible grand jeté. Satoru hooks his chin over your shoulder. “You really do photograph beautifully,” you think aloud. His jaw shifts and you can tell he’s smiling. “What were you thinking about, when you jumped?”

Satoru sniffed, not even pretending to think of something profound. “Mochi stuffed with whipped cream and zunda”.

You sigh fondly, eyes falling closed. Beautiful, talented, annoying man indeed.

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[10-honglazia-24]

𝐒𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐏+ 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨

ミ★ oneshot

Pairing: Solo content

Chapters: 1

Word count: ???

Rating: 18+, mature, legals only, mdni !

Genre: smut, solo smut, porn with a little plot

Warning/tag: idol!san, fan!viewers, masturbation, edging, praise, idol!wooyoung, just POP+ live smut, san being teased by another member, pervert san

Summary: After getting himself all worked up over a certain pair of shorts, San decides to spoil the fans twice in one day- ONLY his usual audience aren't the only ones tuning in.

Inspiration from: Ateez as Camboys (Pt. 1) written by @akistaytiny

It wasn’t long after San had stopped to have a bite to eat with his other members, that he found himself in a dilemma.

He was bored.

And horny.

Especially after having seen Wooyoung make his rounds around the dorms, in a dangerous pair of shorts. It was already bad enough that he had called San into the kitchen to help him prepare their meal. So naturally, San’s curious eyes traveled towards the nether regions of his friends attire.

He was dressing comfortably, of course. A pair of black shorts, a little shorter than what one would imagine the average males shorts to be. A loose, mesh material, yet they still hugged the others hips just enough to capture San’s attention. His ass looked great in them of course, but that was almost Wooyoung’s ass in anything. Most of all if not the way his cock was loose, free for the viewing, shuffling about beneath the fabric everytime Wooyoung moved around in the kitchen.

San’s brain was a mess.

So now here he was.

Setting up his camera angle on his desk setup, before starting the live, from his POP+ account. Fidgeting about a bit, trying to find a proper placement of himself. He wanted to tease his viewers a bit, but he was already worked up to a point where it might be a little hard to hide that.

“Hello!” He waves to the camera as he sees the comments begin to roll in. A various of greetings, emojis, comments on his looks, the usual script for the first couple of minutes.

“𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧?”

“𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞!?”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐮𝐬?”

San smirks seeing the comments roll in, before he simply shrugs, leaning back in his chair, as he props one leg over the other.

“𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞?”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡?”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

His smile grows wider, and he brings a hand up to try and hide the amusement gathering at his lips.

“𝐒𝐚𝐧!?”

“𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬…”

“𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠~?”

He points to his leg, giving the camera a look as if to say ‘this?’ And the comments are flooded with confirmation. San then goes to move his leg yes- But as he does he’s zipping his hoodie up, enough to wear it’s baggy to hide the erection underneath. He can’t help but smile at all the begging and complaining that follows after.

“Maybe if you keep begging for me like that?”

He finally speaks and his viewers bend to his will. He can’t help but imagine just how the mix of voices would sound begging just to see his cock. All his fans. The women. The men. Maybe Wooyoung even…

He licks his lips at the thought, and then slowly begins to pull on the zipper of his hoodie. Completely revealing the more than prominent boner that was hiding in the tan pants underneath. Completely shuffling out of his jacket, and letting it drop to the floor.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧~”

“𝐒𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞?”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.”

San was dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he couldn’t take his eyes off the comments coming in. His audience was always in a mood, especially today and he was glad to see the energy. This would be a fun session.

“You want a taste? Of me? Tsss, Yunho might get jealous…” He says as he moves a hand down to begin palming himself. Taunting at the fact that Yunho gets a little possessive of his audience. Letting off a soft groan as his eyes fall closed for a moment at the sensation. “Fuck…”

For a while, he’s there, just like that. Head titled back, grinding his palm slowly over his trapped erection. Just groping hi self and missing the comments that roll past admiring his sounds, admiring the way his muscles tensed- They loved it all.

He finally raises his head back up, bringing his attention to the comments. Moving his other hand to scroll a bit through what he missed and smiles.

“I guess I should let you see it then?” He teases his crowd once more before he’s taking in the comments as his hands work on the button and zipper of his pants.

Reaching in and unveiling himself to his viewers. Taking in a hiss of a breath as the cool air greeted his aching cock. The tip already slick with the bit of pre-cum.

“𝐖𝐚𝐡~, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬.”

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩?”

San noticed that one comment in particular, as it lead to similar questions being asked. His fans poking and prodding as to what had gotten him so stiff or what he was thinking about now. His fingers wrapped around his length as he gave in to slow, firm strokes.

“Mmm, should I tell you~?” He hums, letting out a breathy chuckle at the eagerness of his audience. “Sorry, it’s a secret~”

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝?”

San’s actions froze for a moment, his eyes coming open fully as he leaned over to get a closer look at the screen. There was no doubt about it: Wooyoung was pondering around in his live. Surprised at first, he couldn’t help but be caught off guard. He’s sure Wooyoung was laughing at him or something from the other room. But he swallows, and puts on a cheeky smile, leaning back in his seat, and going back to stroking himself slow.

“Sorry Wooyoung- It’s still a secret~” He teases and Wooyoung plays at being pouty. The comments really becoming lively at the interaction between the two of them.

“𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!?”

“𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨?”

“𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞!”

San pouts at this, despite Wooyoung’s answer to enjoying the sight of the others cock.

“If you’d all like to watch Wooyoung instead, I can end it and finish by myself?”

“𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨!”

“𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐠𝐨.”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭.”

“𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

San grins at the change of tone now. “Good, that’s more like it.”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.”

It’s Wooyoung’s comment that’s stands out again.

“Yeah? Because my fans want to know so bad?” He starts to stroke himself faster.

“𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲~ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰.”

San quirks a brow…And then it hits him. Somehow it gets him even more turned on and his cock twitches in his grasp. Causing him to tighten his grip as he moves his hand.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰?”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲?”

“𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨?”

“𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

“𝐌𝐦𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨..“

“I-I was watching, Wooyoung…” San gives in and huffs out. His thumb swirling around the slit of his cock. Smearing the precum and using it to lube up the rest of his length as he kept going. Half lidded eyes watching the string of comments.

“𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠?”

“𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?”

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐧~”

San swears he can hear Wooyoung’s laugh from through the wall.

“𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥️”

“𝐖𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡, 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐦.”

“𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩.”

Back to the audiences attention on San, the other is holding an expression on his face that has the comments sending, and he’s bucking into his own hand. Not at any pace to wild and feverish, but rolling his hips up to meet with the steady rhythm he finally has with his hand.

“𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐒𝐚𝐧?”

San sees the string of comments getting started by Wooyoung once again. The fans now following his lead in edging him on. He nods with a needy moan, his hand moving even faster around his cock. Grip growing even tighter as the wet noises from how slick he his, can definitely be heard by his fans. Definitely not minding the mess he was making of his own hand just from his own juices.

"𝐁𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬-“

"𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡"

"𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭"

"I-I want to cum- I-want to cum for you…Wooyoung...All of you…Make me cum…” He groans the others name out shamelessly. Something about another member contributing to his live…Feeding into with the fans and all. One would think he should be embarrassed, but no. He was enjoying every second of it.

"𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧,𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡"

"𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭,𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲~"

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫?"

"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ��𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?"

Seeing the comments now through hazy eyes, San bites his lip letting out a distressed groan as he's now moving his hand slower. A painfully slow pace that has him letting out a string of curses. His mind was reeling. The frustration building up becoming unbearable to a point where he's practically whining. Begging with his eyes, his expression, but they either don't realize, or are enjoying every moment of his "suffering". San wasn't one for the slow and steady pace when it came to his own pleasure- But when he thought about what the others could be doing, enjoying this so much…What Wooyoung might be doing- He was driving himself crazy, and he knew at least one or the other was aware of that.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫"

"𝐎𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!”

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?"

"𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐱��"

"𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞-𝐮𝐩-?"

"𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭~”

With a somewhat shaky hand, he moves to carefully take his phone off of his desk. Bringing it to sit on his lap in a way that hides his face. If not most of his upper half as well.

Like this, now, the sounds from the glide over his wet cock and ragged breaths are much louder for the fans.

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝"

"𝐖𝐚𝐡𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠"

"𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫”

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞~,

"𝐈𝐭,𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭~”

"𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐜𝐮𝐦?"

“Please…Please…I want to cum for all of you…I need to…You wanna see it too, right?” San is practically begging. The comments rolling just to almost sadistically wallow in how desperate he was becoming. “P-please…Need more…”

“𝐖𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞~”

“𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 :)“

“𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐦~”

“𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬”

“𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐰 ♥️”

“𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫”

San took that as all the permission he needed before he’s moving his hand faster around his cock. Every wet glide, building up to his release even faster now. The wet sounds from his cock and breathless moans entertaining his viewers completely.

“𝐎𝐡! 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝”

“𝐒𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡~”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭”

San is practically whimpering. His hand moving even faster, the filthy noise echoing through the room. His own moans and other little sounds he was sure could be heard through the walls by now. He’s bucking his hips, fucking into his hand, almost losing the grip of his phone with the other.

“I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum- F-Fuck…Fuck!” He chants, before his eyes happen to flicker down to the comments.

They’re coming in so fast and he’s so close to his release, he doesn’t bother scrolling as they come. Eyes fixed on the camera and what he can catch a glimpse of as they roll in. Some begging for him to cum, others saying how close they were, a few wanting a cumshot over the lens of his phone- Then there was Wooyoung with the occasional filth he could share in the comments but he was sure the man would never say these things to him vocally. But all of his fan admittedly in their own space, touching themselves with him, asking to cum together- Getting off on him, getting off on them- He couldn’t anymore. Suddenly he’s throwing his head back, a loud moan, almost a cry working it’s way out of his throat. Coating his hand and some on his shirt as he bucks into his hand with a sloppy rhythm.

If the other members didn’t hear him before, they without a doubt definitely heard him now.

“𝐎𝐨𝐡, 𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝~”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧”

“𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭”

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡..”

“𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐚𝐧~”

“𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭!!! 𝐒𝐚𝐧-𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧? :(“

San finally raises his head up, catching his breath. Messy hand still around his cock, humming softly as he gives himself a few mor soft strokes as he catches up on the comments.

He gives a weak chuckle. "Maybe after I have a little nap. I had fun, everyone. I hope you all enjoyed today." He says before making a kiss at the camera, and ending the live with his signature smile.

After that, he carefully places his phone back on his desk. Getting up and tossing his clothes aside to be cleaned later, and wiping himself clean. He's cleaned himself up, and throws on a new pair of boxers. As he plops down onto his bed, he gets a notification that Wooyoung's just posted on his POP+. Curiously, he taps on the notification and what he sees…is absolute foul play. Wooyoung was not going to let him live this down anytime soon...

A/N: so the post was an actual edit that I had made, a fake TokToq post on Wooyoung’s POP+ Account, revealing the aftermath of what was happening in Wooyoung’s shorts after finishing San’s live. It was just a little boner shot but I’m afraid it may have violated Tumblr guidelines! So I removed it! But my messages are open if you get curious enough to see the edit! I hope you all enjoyed! ✍️

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez san #kpop smut

[myjisung]

ᝰ born to shine ( HJS )

pairing. han jisung x gn!reader

content. rockstar!han, idol!skz, y/n is friends with skz, established relationship, nonidol!reader, kissing, no smut — fluff.

warning. making out ... ?

wordcount. 1,5k

summary. It was not the first time you were watching jisung perform but tonight, there was something special. Whether it was his grip on the red guitar, the way that his tongue swiped against his bottom lip or how his sweat glistened on his forehead, you could not tell. Jisung was shining and you could not look away.

It had been more than half an hour since the concert started and the fans were still screaming their heart out. As surprising as it could sound, it was as if you were right there with them in the audience. From all the way backstage you could hear everyone's fast heartbeat and their gasps at the boys' every move.

August 17th 2023, second day of Stray Kids' very first dome tour. The weeks and even months leading up to the event had been difficult. With the members' hectic schedules and their neverending need to seek out for what came closest to perfection, your emotions were all over the place.

They had been going at it for 5 years now, Stray Kids were professional idols and you were still worrying about their health. Yet, with yesterday's overwhelming success, they proved to you, themselves and everyone else, that they were pretty much unbeatable at what they did best: live performing.

Today too, Jisung had asked whether you could come backstage. It was not about him being nervous but more of his need to keep you close for as long as he could. Afterall, you were going back home the next day—back to your day to day life and away from him until he could come back to you himself. Without any need for his persuasion, you had accepted. There was no way you would have said no anyway, but you appreciated that he had asked.

So, there you were, observing the whole thing backstage. You did not have the best view and neither were you getting the greatest sound from where you stood, but you were having the time of your life. Getting to watch the boys—your friends, really—enjoy themselves to the fullest in that way was one of the things you were most grateful for.

Stray Kids had that way of making every concert feel special. Eventhough a single tour had one setlist repeated every date, they managed to make it both different and exciting each time. Whether it was a tweak of a solo song performed one date and not another or the encore track being different each time, Stray Kids made sure to never serve the same show twice.

Tonight, you expected Jisung's stage. You knew it was coming and so had you the day before. However, despite having attended a few practise sessions and the morning's soundchecks, you had spent the entirity of your boyfriend's stage eyes round and mouth agape. Honestly, no one could blame you. It was the first time you had seen your boyfriend performing in such a way. You had been charmed. So charmed that, a full day later, flashes of his grip on the electric guitar, slightly sweaty permed hair and the new shade of confidence dancing around his features still appeared before your eyes whenever you blinked.

Felix's solo performance was slowly coming to an end. Jisung was up next, you could see the far back of the stage being arranged for his set while Felix and a dozen of back up dancers had the audience's full attention. They had yours too. The song was incredible and the choreography just as great but the thought of Jisung coming up in only a minute had your mind buzzing.

And then he did. The lights went out, Felix walked off stage. You high fived him and held up your two thumbs as he made his way to the cooler in the waiting room for some water. The live band started the next track and you tensed up.

Everytime Jisung performed on his own, you could not help but feel nervous yourself. Especially for every first few seconds since they usually set the tone for the rest of the performance. You knew how much Jisung wanted to do well. He wanted people's praises and for them to see how much he practised to make his stages exciting.

Today was no exception. You had no doubt that he would kill it, again. Yet there you were, hands balled up into fists and wishes for him to do well escaping your lips in low murmurs. The lights went back on, deep reds and blues painting over the stage. There he was, up there, singing in a hand held mic. Jisung's long hair was bouncing along with him, the veins in his neck pulsing as his voice boomed through the speakers. A cropped leather jacket was draped right under his shoulder blades, revealing the tight-fitted white button up he was wearing underneath.

A star; that was all you could think about. Jisung was made to be on stage. He was born to shine in front of an audience and everyday you thanked the universe for letting him do so.

Contrary to yesterday's show, Jisung stripped from his jacket. He let it slip down his arms and drop on the ground before rolling up his sleeves. In quick motion, he revealed his forearms and went to grab the eletric guitar like he did last night. You held your breath as you watched him strum the strings effortlessly. A playful smile stretched his lips and you felt yourself bite the inside of your cheek.

Jisung looked good; too good even. So much so that you almost felt like running up to where he stood and pulling him backstage so that no one else could look his way. But you stayed standing tight right where you were. Instead, you watched his every move. You let yourself get drunk off his pretty face and confident demeanor. Jisung's tongue swiped the corner of his mouth and he went back to the mic to sing the last few lyrics he had written with ease a few weeks back. With that, the song stopped.

Without even a single beat, the crowd screamed and so did you. Jisung thanked the audience, waved his hand in a sheepish motion and then, once again, the lights went out. In the dark, you could make out his silhouette walking towards you.

After such a performance, Jisung came up to you bearing a sweet smile. His eyes all crinkled with joy, sweat pooling at his temples and a few more buttons of his shirt undone, he looked heavenly. You could not help yourself, the moment your boyfriend finally came close enough for you to hear him send a small greeting your way—"Hi baby"—you grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his.

At that, Jisung let out a yelp which you immediately swallowed. His hands found their way to your waist and he pressed your body against his. As the kiss deepened, his fingers gripped at your shirt and one of your palms went to the back of his wavy hair. You pulled at it gently. Jisung sighed against your mouth and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue past the barrier of his lips.

You could not help it, there was something about the way he performed this song that made you want him. You wanted Jisung close to you. You wanted him to know about how much you enjoyed his performance. But most of all, you needed Jisung to know you loved him in all the ways possible.

Against your wishes ( and his too ) you both parted to breathe. Afterall, Jisung was already out of breath from the stage and there you were making it worse, way to go!

Ever so lovely, he giggled against your lips and a sweet smile painted itself on yours

"You did so well Jisung" you started, and he looked up to meet your gaze. "Everyone was watching you with stars in their eyes. You looked so good, heavenly! The song is great, your voice sounded perfect tonight and you gave the audience the greatest show!"

At that, Jisung's nose scrunched up. He had always been shy when being complimented. A slight blush was dusting his cheeks. Because of what exactly, you could not tell ( was it the singing, making out or complimenting? You might never know ). Getting lost in his eyes, you stroked his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

"They love you out there and– I love you, Jisung." you finished.

He kissed you again, gently and placed his hand on top of yours, holding it.

"I love you y/n. I'm yours, always."

You could have stood there forever, gazing into each other's eyes, but Seungmin ran past both of you. It was his turn to go up. He took this opportunity to slap Jisung on the back, hard.

"Can't y'all get back there?! The staff isn't getting paid to watch y'all make out! Spare them." he said, half-laughing half-disgusted.

Jisung's face, which was already blushing quite a bit, suddenly turned bright red and wide eyed. Finally aware of their presence, he profusely apologized to the staff who pretended not to have been watching you until now. You let yourself get pulled towards the waiting room, giggly as ever. All the while, Jisung softly scolded you and you did not listen.

Afterall, all it ever took to shut your boyfriend up was a kiss. And you were definitely planning to make the most out of the time you had left until he was supposed to go back up on stage.

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[truebluehue]

Seven

Beginnings

Glossary:

Eyktanay: General; one step below leader.

Turns out, it isn’t hard to learn more about you.

Once Jake and Neytiri realize they not only were both interested in you, they never expected their children to be the one to give them more details about you.

“Y/N taught us more plants today!” Tuk yells out excitedly.

“Y/N gave me a few tips on hunting.” Neteyam says after a solo training session.

“She knows a lot about healing. I never thought to use yana bark to make the sting less.” Kiri says, coming back from training with Mo’at.

“Y/N? Yeah she helped me and Spider- Do absolutely nothing. I’m gonna go tend to my ikran.” Lo’ak rushes out after seeing his father over Kiri’s shoulder.

But it wasn’t just their children. Even fellow clansmen have only high praise of you. You don't mind helping with the younger ones in their training, you frequently help Mo’at with visiting the elderly, and you are a well known skilled huntsman. There is nothing but praise.

But that raises a new problem.

How do they get close to you?

Despite the small help in getting to know more about you through their children, there are clearly some things missing. More specifically, things like what are you looking for in a mate. So Jake and Neytiri observed, and it just made them fall even more with you. Especially the little things. Like the way you get up each morning to help the elderly with smaller chores. Who apparently have seen him and Neytiri looking.

“You and Jake are looking for a third.” Mo’at doesn’t bother to look at Neytiri with her statement.

“We are.” Neytiri doesn’t bother to share exactly who they are planning to court.

Mo’at huffs. This has been a game the two have played since Neytiri was young. “She enjoys nature more than hunting. You would want to be on the good side of her mother, even Eytukan preferred that than to be on the end of her bow. Be sure to make what you want clear from the start. Y/N hates having her time wasted.” Neytiri isn’t surprised by her mother’s meddling or the fact that she knows who Jake and her want to court, she’s more surprised at the steadfast approval.

“You do not think we are too old?” Neytiri asks with squinted eyes.

“I'm sure even you noticed I am considerably younger than your father. Besides, you are more hunter than Tsahik, and Jake is more protective rather than combative. She can balance you both.” Mo’at snorts and grins. “Have you even started a courting gift?”

“We have. Though we have no clue if she would like it.”

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“Timun, just go for it.” You roll your eyes in exasperation. “What's the worst he can say?”

“No.” Timun says blankly, once again staring at Ayekxo. “Are you sure you heard correctly? I mean, he didn’t really ask about me in that way, right? Maybe he just wanted to know more about you?”

“Timun, his back may be gorgeous but he is not my type. We both know this.” You sigh, turning him by the shoulders to face you. “Listen, you got this. He wants you and you want him. Now stop being a skxawng  and gho get you man. You know what, I'll make it easier for you. Hey, Ayekxo!” Timun’s eyes widen as you beckon his crush over. He clutches your arm.

“If you weren’t my best friend I would kill you.” He whispers.

“I'd like to see you try.” You shoot a sharp smirk his way before greeting Ayekxo with a more friendly one. “Hey my friend Timun was wondering if there is more space in your hunting party?”

“Of course. Sadly my other members had other priorities. Are you fine if it's just me and you?” Ayekxo asks Timun, you notice the lovesick glint in his eye.

“Yes! I mean of course. That's no problem.” Timun rambles before turning to you. But you're already gone, on your way to do your own hunting. That sly ikran dung. Timun thinks with a shake of his head. 

Walking back into your kelku, you spot your mother standing there with an excited grin.

“Ma’ite! You have a courting gift!” She says, visably shaking in excitement.

“Mawey. At least let me look!” You say with a rush. Your mother thrusts a garment at you. At first glance, you can see it was made with excellent craftsmanship, but then you look at the details. It was a beautiful top with a blue lining that matches your skin, but it was what was in the center that made your breath hitch. It held two feathers. One from the Oltekan chest piece and the other from a well known huntress.

No wonder your mother was excited.

“These feathers-” You began breathlessly as your mother cut you off.

“Are the feathers of the Oletykan and Tskarem! Oh, ma’ite!” She shouts in glee. You can do nothing but just stand in awe. But then the doubts begin to creep in. 

Why me?

"It is a beautiful piece. But this is Toruk Makto and Palulukan Makto. What could they want with me?" You say confused.

Your other comes next to you, rubbing a soothing hand along your shoulders. She understands you ore than you realize. "Y/n. When I met your father he was eyktanay and I was just a simple gatherer. But you wanna know why we were able to fit? We decided rank meant nothing when it comes to finding the one person who will understand even the darkest part of yourself." She smiles softly before taking your hands in to hers. "Besides your like your mother. You never back down from a challenge."

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Hi. Hello. Hey. As you all know I had major writer's block. I decided to post this regardless of how short it is because it kinda went to a different direction in my drafts. I am really stuck at the moment so please, if you have any thoughts, share them with me. Sorry its so short. This is my first time writing more than a one shot.

Tags: @thehoneymushroomhealer @rosyjn

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[always-wizu-you]

Hello everyone, today I wanna talk about the people behind DanPri characters (a.k.a. their VAs/seiyuu, though they do more than just voice act). Some kind of introduction I guess.

Sorry for reposting this, I accidentally posted it when I saved the draft :(

So without further ado, let's start! :D

Seiichirou Yamashita

Nicknames: Seichi (Koba, Reiou), Sei-chan (Tatsumaru), Yamashita-san/kun (Kawai-kun, Uzawa-kun, almost everyone else) Birthday: May 21, 1992 Hometown: Hiroshima Agency: Office Osawa Some well-known roles outside PriPara: Touken Ranbu - Yagen Toushirou & Aizen Kunitoshi Horimiya - Toru Ishikawa Twisted Wonderland - Ace Trappola

Shougo's voice actor, the most normal one among WITH in a glance. His voice is generally low-to-mid tone, but he's also good at voicing mischievous early-teen boys. Seichi chose to be a voice actor because he's always loved acting, but he actually longed to be an actor. However, he sees voice acting as the most realistic path for him.

Seichi debuted from 2012, but it wasn't until 2016 that he started getting main roles. A year later, he got the role as Shougo. When he found out about PriPara stage play, where the main casts' VA also act on stage, he basically told the director that "If there's a stage play for DanPri too one day, I'm available (wink)". And yeah, that dream was no longer a dream, as he got to be Shougo's actor on the stage play.

Role in WITH: Tsukkomi (the "normal one")

If you watch them enough, you'd know that Kobatatsu and Reiou are known to be fooling around while Seichi reminds them to behave. He gets them to be back on track in radio shows, free talk sessions in lives, etc. However, according to Koba and Reiou, he's actually more carefree than it seems, and sometimes went out somewhere on his own without notice. In some fan reports, Seichi's often seen to be the one being doted on the most, and Koba-Reiou admitted through a Q&A session that he's the one that feels like the youngest despite being the tsukkomi.

Tatsuyuki Kobayashi

Nicknames: Kobatatsu (fans/almost everyone), Ta-tan (Seichi), Tatsuyuki (Seichi) Birthday: April 21, 1989 Hometown: Chiba Agency: avex Some well-known roles outside PriPara: King of Prism - Ace Ikebukuro Twisted Wonderland - Cater Diamond Paradox Live (Stage play) - Satsuki Ito

Asahi's voice actor, literal personification of bright morning sunshine on stage. He's actually more of a singer and stage actor than voice actor. He started his career as a singer after winning the 7th Anisong Grand Prix in 2013. You can see some footages of it on Youtube (here's the digest of his performances). After debuting as a singer, he also started acting on stage plays since 2016.

Kobatatsu's career as a voice actor started in 2015, and Asahi is his first non-nameless supporting role. His voice is generally mid-to-high, and he's good at playing cheerful, happy-go-lucky characters. Seichi said that Kobatatsu has a habit to talk in childish voice outside from work.

Role in WITH: Main performer + co-mentor(?)

Due to his background, he's the most experienced stage performer among WITH members. And because of that, he became the "main dancer" of WITH, especially during their early days. He also helped the other two on learning choreographies (e.g. Tick-Tock Magical Time for their first solo event) and on performing in general. Seichi and Reiou said that they learned a lot from him during the rehearsals of their stage play.

Reiou Tsuchida

Nickname: Tsuchi (Tatsumaru), Reiou, Tsuchida-san Birthday: January 6, 1993 Hometown: Hokkaido Agency: 81produce Some well-known roles outside PriPara: Ensemble Stars - Tsukasa Suou VS AMBIVALENZ - Taiyo Haruno & Subaru Takaya

Koyoi's voice actor, one of the funniest guys in the industry. He started his career as voice actor in 2012, but he doesn't have that much leading roles yet. He has quite distinctive voice, but it's pretty versatile. Reiou started becoming more well-known after voicing in Ensemble Stars in 2015, and he got the role as Koyoi in 2017.

Although he seems so unserious, he's actually very multitalented. He's good at imitating other people's voice, drawing, making stories, singing, and so on. Reiou even drew WITH members on their birthday back in 2020 (here's the link: Shougo, Koyoi, Asahi). He started working on his own manga since 2023 and self-publishing it on his Twitter.

Role in WITH: Ghost-director

I've written about how Koyoi's past story was developed from Reiou's idea, but that's not the only thing he contributed to WITH's back story. He proposed many ideas for WITH Stage as they rehearsed, e.g. the dance battle scene between Koyoi and Shinya and DARKNESS SOUL duet scene with Shinya. The director originally asked him to do Koyoi's solo song on that part, but Reiou felt that it'd be more fitting to involve Shinya more.

He also came up with a concept for Quest Milky Way performance during their #IIZE Tour in 2019. Reiou asked the audience to light up their penlights in their own color instead of WITH's members, because WITH were going around the galaxy in that song, and the penlight colors represent everyone's colors as the "stars" (idols) in the galaxy.

Kentarou Kawai

Nickname: Ken-chan (Seichi), Kawataro (some fans and DanPri members), Tono (Uzawa-kun), Kawai-kun (almost everyone) Birthday: April 7, 1997 Hometown: Tokyo Agency: Japan Music Entertainment

Shinya's voice actor, a newcomer who debuted in 2019. He focuses more on being an actor than voice actor, so his only role as a seiyuu is Shinya so far. He's especially close with Uzawa-kun, often goes out together and even invited Uzawa-kun to his family's home. Some fans called the two of them "Tarotaro" (from Kentarou and Shoutarou).

WITH members often praises Kawai-kun as a very earnest, polite, and hard-working kid. He's also a certified sword-fighting actor, and showcases his fighting skills through videos on his SNS accounts (example here). Among all DanPri casts, he's the one that often holds streaming to interact with fans via Instagram Live.

Shoutarou Uzawa

Nickname: Uzawa-kun (almost everyone), Taroumaru (fans) Birthday: January 22, 1997 Hometown: Chiba Agency: 81produce

Ushimitsu's voice actor, also a newcomer who works in the same company as Reiou. He has mid-to-high tone voice. He's voiced many supporting roles in anime, movie dub, and games. Before working under his current company, he was under Japan's children theater company.

Uzawa-kun is a Pretty Series fan, and he was really excited to get the role as Ushimitsu. He's also the one who played Adopara the longest (or, rather, the only one who really played it) among DanPri casts. He's really close with Kawai-kun, but due to the long stage play rehearsal, he used to call Kawai-kun "Tono" (Master) everywhere, even when they meet outside work.

Tatsumaru Tachibana

Nickname: Tatsumaru Birthday: April 21, 1991 Hometown: Fukui Prefecture Agency: Stay Luck Some well-known roles outside PriPara: The God of High School - Mori Jin Aoashi - Eisaku Ootomo Kabukicho Sherlock - Toratarou Kobayashi

Mario's voice actor, an experienced stage actor who started his career as a voice actor in 2019. His natural voice is mid-to-high and sounds mild. He started acting since the age of 10, joining his father's theater company and performing with traveling troupe. He became the theater company's chairman in 2010-2015 before deciding to reside in Tokyo and work there.

Like Kawai-kun, he's also a certified sword-fighting actor, in addition to specializing in playing as a female on stage. His career as a voice actor is still quite short compared to his acting experience, but he's been climbing up in popularity and started getting more main roles. Among all DanPri casts, he's the closest with Seichi due to having voiced as main characters in a series together.

Oh, and he also has a youtube channel, although it doesn't seem to be that active lately.

#danpri #pripara #idol land pripara #yamashita seiichirou #yamashita seiichiro #kobayashi tatsuyuki #tsuchida reiou #uzawa shoutarou #kawai kentarou #tachibana tatsumaru #with #dark nightmare #mario #trivia

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

omg since you’re taking off todya from studying can we hear some of your beatle hottakes?

ughhhhhhh sorry, these are so hard to come up with these days

meta take: I sort of wish we could have a genuine conversation about the blurry line between wishful thinking/headcanon and more objective (or, aspiring to be objective) historical analysis – I get the headcanons, I really do! but just in the past year, there's been several instances of people in good faith asking about sources or questioning "fan favourite" anecdotes and being shouted down for "ruining people's fun". If you want to engage with this stuff in a more lighthearted way, that's fine! but accept that that's what you're doing. Being rude to people trying to get to the truth is not a good look. Your imagination can withstand it, I promise.

more people need to jump on the Day Tripper tinhatting train. shit's crazy up here

the more I listen to Double Fantasy the more I'm offended that a certain brand of John fan basically only names songs from 1970/71 as his best. ditto with Walls and Bridges…

Again And Again And Again: best Denny solo-written Wings song ( it's hard to gauge how much is him and how much is Paul for their collabs. Anyways, No Words my beloved)

Sexy Sadie is kind of perfect… The lyrics, the chords, the distorted doo-wop it all embodies that DISAPPOINTMENT so well. The guitar solo is great, the high-pitched oooooooooohs. No notes, underrated song for sure.

the Mind Games album cover is soooooo deranged but so fucking good. That and Ram might be the best post-Beatles album covers.

this isn't exactly a take but the SADDEST part of Hey Jude is when John harmonizes with Paul. I can't not hear all the unspoken pain.

I kind of hope we get versions of Free As A Bird and Real Love with cleaned up John vocals like Now And Then. I don't want to erase those originals because the audio quality tells a story of its own, but Real Love especially suffers so much from it. I listened to it earlier today and nearly got teary. "No need to be alone" kind of gives me goosebumps. There's something so raw and emotional about all three of these songs…

This is almost the opposite of a hottake, but it kind of Doesn't Matter To Me who Now And Then is about. It could be about Paul, it could pretty easily be about Yoko too, and a few people I've seen say they think it's about May, which could be too! It perhaps not being directed at Paul doesn't take away from the song for me, because the song feels bigger than just its direct inspiration.

On that note, I sort of think that sometimes people could stand to.... Die on fewer hills? Like, the notion that Now And Then could be about Yoko doesn't negate John and Paul's relationship or most things people theorize they may have gotten up to. Now And Then Release Week bonus round, cause it's been long enough to talk about it a bit:

Paul (and Ringo and George! they also have a writing credit, guys!) making editorial choices about John's unfinished song with the blessing of his widow is literally fine. "But John might not have approved–" yes, this is how death works. John also might have found the song embarrassing and not wanted it released at all. It wasn't on Double Fantasy after all! Or maybe he would have specifically wanted to remove the same bit! (which I maintain is musically strange and unfitting at worst and at best a still really rough idea that would probably require a lot of work in of itself – echoing the chord progression in the instrumental bit is the best compromise I could imagine)

I actually really get the George girls who were a bit bummed out by the rollout of the song. He DID get the short end in this situation! but… what would have been better? I saw some people say Paul isn't nearly as good a slide guitarist at George. Okay well then… So Paul should've hired a session musician? How does that makes sense? Paul should've asked Dhani to find some random guitar bit George recorded 25 years ago and frankensteined it onto this song? I'm asking this honestly: what should have been done instead? Because… I sort of got the feeling from some of the criticism that the only acceptable solution was to not release this song at all. And TBH I don't think George "getting the short end" is worse than not allowing Paul and Ringo the closure of completing this song. This wasn't perfect but again: yes, this is how death works.

#ask #anon #fiona.docx

[someone1348]

hi, if the requests are still open it would be really cool if we could have a Lee! mikey probably with Leer! donnie, the situation could be that Mikey wants his brother's attention and starts bothering him while donnie works on some invention, it wouldn't be very nice

😀

I can absolutely do this! Thank you for the request and I apologize for the lateness of it!

The people in this: Ler!Donnie, Lee!Mikey

Tw: none! This is so cute!

I can't wait! I love smarts and crafts so much!

With all of that being said! Enjoyyy! :]

-K ____________~☆°♡°☆°♡°☆~_____________

Fami-Lee! (Family hehe get it!)

Now! Mikey would never ever want to bother his big brother, especially not while he was working! He had so much respect for the guy that taking his attention away from his work is just something he couldn't do,,,,on a normal day, today was NOT a normal day!

Mikey craved attention and he needed it NOW! He was understimulated and needed someone's eyes on him to jog his systems up again. The problem was EVERYONE was busy. Leo was in the middle of an intense, solo, skateboarding session, Raph was out on patrol and Donnie was working. He thought about his options before his legs walked themselves on autopilot to his older brothers lab.

'Here we go' he thought to himself before gently knocking on the door "D? Can I come in please?" He politely waited for an answer before going in.

"What is it, Michael?" His voice was flat but not rude, just focused as he kept his eyes on the new prototype he was working on. Mikey took that as the go-ahead to come in, so he stepped inside the purple lit lab, shutting the door gently behind him,

"Heyyyy broo! you've been in there quite a lot, would you maybe want to take a break and go hang out with your familyy?" He asked in his normal expressive attitude as he inched closer and closer to the purple clad turtle.

Donnie lightly chuckled at that "Ahand I thought I was the funny one!" When he got no response Donnie continued his speech. "Oh you were being serious? Yeah sorry Mikey but I would much rather be here and,, by myself, sooo is this important? I'm dealing with dangerous cemecials here and I don't want you to get hurt" He was being genuine as Mikey sighed,

"Yes, D! I am serious! I haven't seen you once this whole day! Your family loves you, and breaks are so important!" He smiled as he wrapped an arm around his big brother, which caused an annoyed look from the said turtle.

"You're seeing me right now Mikey"

"Uh- th-that doesn't cohohount! I mean outside your lab all day!" Mikey giggled which caused Donnie to quickly smile before he sighed again

"Listen I love you too and I love this family too but I do not want to see them, I just want to work alone in my comfort space, so if you would please let me do that I would greatly appreciate it"

Mikey was about to cave right then and there and go back to his room, but his body refused to let that happen. 'I'm sorry in advance D!' He thought to himself before he poked his cheek

"Michael." He gave him a warning before Mikey did it again poking his cheek, his arm, anywhere his fingers could reach before he grabbed Mikeys hand gently "Poke me again, go on, see what happens." Donnie looked at him dead in the eyes as he spoke through his teeth, a wobbly smile graced Mikeys features before he smirked and booped his nose.

"I warned you" the tech wizz smirked as he grabbed his little brother, crashing him down into his lap as he scribbled all over his stomach.

"DOhOhOhonnIEhHE!" Mikey giggled like a little kid and curled up on his lap

"What's the matter Mikey? I don't understand what's so funny?~" His smirk grew as he blew a raspberry to his stomach and nuzzled into it to make it tickle more. Making Mikeys sweet giggles go up an octave in pitch with a small snort

"DEHEhhehe!" He smiled lightly pushing at his head trying to "fight him off" but making no real efforts too.

"Ohhh I see now, you're just incredibly ticklish, now that makes more scientific sense, I was gonna say I know I'm hilarious but I'm not THAT funny" he giggled before his eyes caught attention to his knee pads.

"Now, what are THESE doing on still? Trying to hide your worst spot from the tickle monster, are you? No no no that's a no-no, Angelo~" he tapped his knee pads before un-hooking the velcro straps that hold them together.

Mikey squeaked in giggly panic as he tried to get away "NOhoho nonono! Dohohonnie DOHon't-"

"Don't what Angelo?"

"TIhihickle mEhe!"

"Tickle you!" He smiled before un-hooking the final strap "Well if you insist giggles~ Tickletickletickletickletickle~" he scribbled quickly underneath his knees as Mikey chirped loudly and threw his head back laughing

"DEHEHHEHEHE!"

Donnie melted at his youngest brother's antics blowing a raspberry into to back of his knees "You're too adorable for your own good little brother, I mean what if a villain found out about this little tickle spot here! You'd be doomed!" He smirked at him as he continued "Oh wait! One already did! Me! Coochie Coochie Coo little MikeLee~"

The older smiled as he watched foundly as the younger flapped his hands, happily stimming at Donnies actions

"THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES MOHOHORE!"

"More tickles? Someone reallly wanted my attention today huh?" He smiled lightly scribbling against his sides

"WAhahait! Ihihi- hehe!"

"Okahay okay, you're free to go now giggles~" he rubbed away the ghost tickles as Mikey caught his breath

"Thahanks D!"

"Anytime Angelo Anytime, I'll be out soon okay? We'll have a movie night, just us"

Mikey smiled brightly at him "Sounds good! I'll see you soon big bro!"

Maybe trying to drag the scientist out of his chair every once and a while wasn't such a bad thing! After all at the end of the day they were his family and D loved all of them just as much as Mikey does!

He did a happy dance before running out of the lab, causing Donnie to crack another smile

"This can wait" He gently patted the prototype he was working on and got up to join his family well fami-lee that is!

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I loved writing this! I hope you all enjoyed! I am so incredibly proud of each and every one of you for getting up today and for existing! You are loved, you are valid, you are valued and you deserve the universe no matter what! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

#k writes tk things #rottmnt tickle #rottmnt tickle fic #lee!mikey #lee!michaelangelo #ler!donnie #ler!donatello

[seangelfish]

Note: This is my first ever Kanata fic that was reuploaded from my old blog. Most of my Kanata fics follow the same premise where the reader is both an idol and producer alike her childhood friend, Ibara. However, this is not limited to just Kanata fics. Y/N will usually be an idol and producer/Ibara's childhood friend in my other fics too. When it comes to requests, then Y/N may just be an ordinary producer.

“Wow, he’s still extremely boyish.”

Kanata Shinkai x Reader ♡ Genre/s: Fluff, established relationship, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 796 ♡ Synopsis: You're an idol and producer at Cos Pro who is dating Kanata Shinkai of Ryuseitai!

You had a meeting with Cos Pro’s Ibara Saegusa today and decided to take the long route to get there. Ibara wouldn’t mind, would he? You were childhood friends with him after all.

Well, it wasn’t like you were late, but you didn’t want to be there too early. You, (Y/N), were a producer and solo idol at Cos Pro, so you were always booked. It got overwhelming after a while and everyone who worked with you noticed it, Ibara especially. That’s why he called you in for this meeting.

“How does he manage all of his idol activities and businesses all in one?” you wondered to yourself. “Why can’t I be like him…?”

You sighed and continued your route. Maybe you should just quit being a producer and just solely focus on your idol activities? But what if in the future, you’re no longer an idol? You still want to work. So, maybe you should just stay as a producer and quit being an idol? But you loved singing and performing on stage! You haven’t even sang on stage with Kanata yet!

Kanata, your lovely boyfriend. That’s why you haven’t quit being an idol. He was always so supportive of you and your dreams. He supported you when you were a producer, and he supported you even more when you were an idol. When you two were in your first year at Yumenosaki, you were an idol, yet a producer-in-training for the fun of it. That’s how you came to know the rest of the Eccentrics. You lead a busy life.

Speaking of Kanata, you noticed him splashing Kaoru with the water from the fountain he was currently drenched in. Kaoru screeched, “I still have a recording session!” and in response, Kanata laughed.

You smiled to yourself and approached them.

“Kanata, you’re in the fountain again?”

Kaoru was surprised by your appearance, “Oh, (Y/N), hello!”

Kanata grinned happily, whilst his arms had spread out for you to hug him, “(Y/N)! Come swim with me!”

You sighed, “I have a meeting in 10 minutes.”

But you embraced him happily anyway, stroking his fluffy, wet hair. “I need to go now actually.”

Kanata looked defeated.

“Will you wait for me though?” you asked.

“Of course,” he replied. “I’ll always wait for you. I don’t have anything planned today~”

“Okay, perfect!”

You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Kaoru was startled and looked away, a tinge of jealously appearing on his forehead.

Kanata kissed you back immediately, and after a few seconds, you pulled away. You said goodbye to the two boys before heading inside.

Kaoru sighed and looked back at Kanata.

“You guys have changed. (Y/N) didn’t use to like doing PDA—”

Kaoru stopped speaking when he saw Kanata smile softly to himself. His fingers gently brushed his lips and his cheeks were sprinkled light pink too.

Wow, he’s still extremely boyish, Kaoru thought as a smile of sentimentally appeared on his face. It really did remind him of the times when you three were students at Yumenosaki, and how Kanata would always have his attention on you, wherever you went, whatever you did. He would always smile after you, his eyes filled with love and hope, something that has never changed. You were the only person that still gave Kanata those feelings after all these years.

Kaoru ruffled his friend’s hair. “I’m happy for you, you know?” he exclaimed. “Although I am a bit jealous, but obviously, the two of you were bound to happen…”

Kanata wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. All he was thinking about was you and what time your meeting would finish.

[Extra]

After the meeting, where you discussed all the possibilities of whether you should stay working as a producer, an idol, or both, you finally came to a conclusion — well, Ibara did — that you should just limit your producer workload. That meant you wouldn’t be getting the same workload as Anzu, so you’d be able to do your idol activities. And as Ibara had stated, “We’re both different people with different capabilities.”

You bid your childhood friend a farewell and rushed out of the building. You were looking forward to spending the rest of the day with Kanata.

And there he was, waving at you with a bright smile on his face, all dried up now too.

You smiled and ran up to him, arms spread out. He caught you into his embrace and twirled you around.

“Let’s go home!” he said.

Your fingers interlocked with his as he began to swing them joyfully. As you both walked together into the sunset, Ibara watched the two of you with a small smile on his face.

“Mhmm. I think they suit each other quite well…”

Intro page | Ensemble Stars masterlist | Rules

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #fanfic #kanata shinkai x reader #ryuseitai x reader #Kanata Shinkai

[efangamez]

This is not a very educated opinion, so feel free to discard it, but have you thought of advertising GRIM through video? I feel like if you had an actual play session edited into little snappy fast paced vignettes to highlight the fun bits, maybe spread through multiple posts, you might turns some heads here on tumblr since video is easier to click out of curiosity. And considering the style and inspiration, I feel like you could get that out of GRIM pretty well!

I'm rooting for your success and want you to be well, so that's why I bring it up! I hope it doesn't come off as presumptuous...!

This is a great question, and I have! If anyone would like to do an actual play I can feature it on my page and spread the word! I think that would be SUPER dope!!!

Other than that, I don't like being on video, I've discovered. I like to kinda make games and that's it. While I know I could get an actual play going and possibly edit it, it would burn me out to cinders. I already market by myself, designed the game by myself, will update and edit the game by myself, and so on. It's a lot of stuff I just don't have the energy to do by myself. Simply making these Tumblr posts can drain my energy for a day, like it has kinda today.

And don't feel bad for asking this!!! It's a really good question, but I think giving you an answer from a solo dev perspective is really good 'cause you can understand my choices!

I hope you have a wonderful day, and pls spread the word about GRIM, especially since it was in a Dicebreaker article!!!

Have a wonderful day!

#asks #ask me #grim #grim ttrpg

[trumai-pdf]

SPECTACULAR

Chapter 1: Prologue

Master Post: Link

AO3: Link

Summary:

EARTH 65γ, Gwen Stacy is a seventeen-year-old high schooler juggling the life of an indie band's drummer and the superhero phenomenon Spider-Woman. She struggles to balance her two lives as they become closer and closer to intertwining - with her own father hunting her down, she makes friends with some and enemies with others all in an attempt to keep the city safe and take down the Kingpin.

For a while now, a certain drummer has had a theory;

The theory goes that any fortune granted upon Gwendolyn Stacy– an inverse of misfortune will be bestowed upon Spider-Woman. It’s as if the macrocosm destined it to be this way. Spider-Woman will never-ever get a break. If Gwen Stacy finds someone to fall for, they’ll transform into a massive-mutant-monster. If Gwen Stacy finds a moment of peace in her day to day life, she’ll be hunted by the police during that same night as Spider-Woman. It was truly an impossible task to live a life like this but hell, Gwen tried. Some days she hoped, she prayed– hoping to just get through a normal day as a normal girl– days like today. While thwipping and swinging across the city and stopping crime was fun, it wasn't like she didn't have her own life, as a matter of fact her band - The Mary Jane’s - were on in a little over an hour. It was their first solo gig if you could believe it. Nowhere fancy keep in mind- it was just for some trashy club down on Electro Avenue, but this was a serious deal to them! Especially Em Jay, the group’s singer and namesake. Sure- she's missed the occasional practice session, but this was serious! What would the others do without their drummer?

“-and that's why I really gotta get a move on with this, man.”

and there she stood, in the flesh - her outfit radiating white, pink and black. Homemade, stitched together with a mix of materiel as the silky black of her suit shined. Lenses modified from old sunglasses till they were almost unrecognisable, this was undoubtedly New York’s Spider-Woman - and it had been for the last two years. “I mean, you get it, you're a busy guy, ain’chya Herman?” She asked, as a man in his twenties was completely pulled from his feet within an old liquor store- made sense being just near Electro and the amount of clubs around that area, they were bound to make a lot of money… though it seemed like Herman Schultz thought that too. His body dangled upside down in the middle of the store, dropping his handgun to the floor as the elderly owner watched on. Technically she shouldn't even be in here- she WAS only seventeen… ah, I'm sure the owner didn't mind much, after all she did just save him from a robbery. This was the third time Spider-Woman had the displeasure of coming face to face with this petty robber, so you could say things were getting pretty serious between them now, huh.

“I seriously gotta run– but the police will be here soon so just hang in there dude- don't rob people.” Spider-Woman spoke backwards, stepping out of the store with a ding of the bell as she opened the door inwards. She just couldn't help herself- as if in good conscience she could just leave a cosy little store to get robbed just so she could hurry along to her own duties. That's not the type of person Gwen is, not at all. Lucky for them all, this store - and by extension club - was only half a mile out of Chelsea. Without much time to spare, and a quick undressing with a change of clothes from her backpack down a famously safe New York alleyway, Gwen Stacy was finally ready to make it to her performance, a black and red shirt with her band’s own logo printed across the front- heh, so professional…

The “club” was more like a basement, a staircase leading down below one of the many buildings in the area. Out of all the spots, this one was by far the least popular… well, like Em Jay always said: gotta start somewhere. Reaching the staircase, Gwen would be witness to an eccentric man dressed head to toe in bright lights, and by far the most into the atmosphere, or he would if it wasn't 7:30 in the afternoon and the sun hadn't even set properly yet. He blocked the entranceway, black hair jolting out from his massive head of hair, a similarly coloured beard braided down his face, and a green and yellow bodysuit bore witness to the young hero stood before him.

“Hey- heyheyhey- you got the password, lady?” The man asked, leaning down to Gwen’s shorter stature.

“The… passw-” Gwen was more confused than anything. “Max, it's me- the drummer– playing tonight, we've met.”

‘Max’ stared at Gwen like she just dribbled over her own shirt. He was either as high as a kite or something was off with him. “Oh, yeah right- rightrightright, yeah, okay you're good.” I mean, why would you even need a password to get into this place? There were maybe twenty people tops and it was more of a bar with a ten foot wide dancefloor. Hardly the ritz… with a sigh, Gwen took the plunge down half a dozen sets of stairs, opening a door wide to lead to one of the most lifeless lodges this side of the city. There were multicoloured LEDs along the bar, yet the yellow-tinted light bulbs were still turned on, half the people here were friends of the band who had begged to come- Gwen knew a few; Amelia, Ned, Lacey, Cindy, Maya, and of course…

“Dad, hey-...”

She seemed a little out of breath, be it from her little scuffle minutes before or having to try and talk with that Max guy. George Stacy, her father was waiting here the longest, getting off shift early just to see her show. Gwen leaned in for a quick hug, her father double her size and triple the width. He definitely looked like a police captain, especially with his uniform still on. He must have come here just from work. “Are Em and the others-”

“Oh- oh yeah, yeah, they're just backstage.” He replied, pointing to the ‘stage’ opposing the bar. “Did- you… run here?” He asked with a slight chuckle under his breath.

“Ah, yeah- you know, yeah-” She cleared her throat, teal Converse tapping at the wooden floor to get backstage and start preparing before being on in… how long now, ten minutes? “I-I’ll catch up with you soon, just- yeah, wish me luck!” Hah, god it was hard to lie to him. Gwen shot two things thumbs up in Captain Stacy’s direction, quickly turning to make her way to the illustrious backstage, which was just as grimy as you could imagine. Before speaking a word, she breathed in deep, straightening out her t-shirt and throwing that backpack of hers to the side. Three silhouettes greeted her, all in the same apparel.

“...Look, I'm sorry I’m late, okay?” Gwen grunted, pushing her back out in an attempt to stand up straight, cracking it in the process.

“Well well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling.” That was Gloria, more well-known as Glory Grant, and god did she just reek of sarcasm.

“Glory-” another voice perked up, this time the lead singer and namesake, a huge afro of red spreading out wide as the Band’s shirt was cropped and tied around her waist, letting her stomach stick out. It wasn't typically a bigger girl like Em Jay was so confident in herself but goddamn did she own it. Dark skin, dyed hair and messy makeup gave this chick her signature look, and after scolding the group’s guitarist she turned to Gwen. “She's right though, where the hell have you been?”

Gwen struggled to come up with an excuse, stuttering and muttering. “I just had to take care of some stuff, I'm here- aren't I?” She snapped back at the two.

“Maybe she was doing drugs…” The final voice was Betty Brant, a year below the other three, and the band’s keyboardist, her mind wandering as she tapped a number of keys seemingly randomly, preparing for their little showing.

“-Oh my God, are you high right now?” Em Jay spoke up again, with a tinge of worry - not much for Gwen’s wellbeing of course, but for the quality of her performance.

“I’m-! I’m not on drugs, Betty-” Indoor voice, Gwen, she reminded herself. “Is there anyone out there that we don't know?”

“Do we know Mr. Dillon?” Betty replied. All the while Gwen was pacing past her and peaking through some curtains they had backstage to see the crowd. Gwen’s head poked from the curtains along with Betty. Luckily for them, there were a good three or four strangers just in here for a drink. Surely they must be wondering why a dozen high school kids and one old policeman were in here too, especially with how unpopular this spot typically was.

“He doesn't count-” Glory spoke up, peeking behind the velvet blinds. “Christ, this is embarrassing.” She scoffed.

“A crowd is a crowd.” The redhead whispered, coming from above, Em Jay’s head was the fourth and final to poke out, all leaning against one another like some sorta old cartoon, Gwen being at the bottom of course. “Two minutes now...”

The quartet moved away from the flashy blinds, the four girls in matching tees had been a ‘band’ for a while now, but they never really… played. They practised and wrote lyrics and had fun with it, sure - but when Betty came to them explaining how she found a shithole on Electro Avenue willing to hear them play they scurried to get enough practice in to blow away just about everyone. They went around the school hanging up fliers, begging friends and family to come - and here they were. Even if they sucked, it wasn't all that bad, they were playing at a real club, right?

“Okay- everyone ready?” Em Jay turned to the rest of them, her pianist, guitarist, and of course - drummer, smiling optimistically.

“Mhm.”

“Course.”

“You know it.”

With that - and the flick of a switch - the lights in the room went out, leaving them with atmospheric colour-shifting LEDs and bright neon. The owner of the place, Max Dillen would make his way up to the stage where a keyboard and drums were already set up. He stood just on the edge with long pointed shoes going over the line, facing this crowd of acquaintances. Nearing a microphone, he leaned into it - coughing into it whilst reverb spread across the entire room. He wore sunglasses in the dark and his entire suit was glow in the dark - the man was bizarre to say the least.

“Alrighttt, hope everyone's doing good!” The band watched on in anticipation whilst the owner staring off into space. “The band tonight needs… no introduction- but I'm gonna give them one anyway, uh- straight from Midtown High School, christ-” He paused. “We have…” Max took a moment, his palm raising close to his face, staring down at it with a confused look across his face. “...Mary and the Janes… alright, come on out girls.” He clapped, slowly making his way off stage.

Em was the first to complain. “WH- that's not even–”

“Yeahyeah, I know- just let him be.” Gwen shook her head, shooting Em a gentle smile as she walked out from the curtains, they all did. Em Jay standing tall at the front, holding onto the microphone with both hands, Glory standing tall next to her with her dad’s guitar in hand. To their singers left was Gwen on the drums, and the guitarist’s right was Betty on the keyboard. There was some awkwardness in the air as they all took a moment to adjust to their positions, tuning their respective instruments up until they were ready to begin. With lights shining on the four girls, Em Jay’s gaze turned to Gwendolyn - all of them did… right. It was her job to start out, wasn't it. With the rush to get here she was scared to death she would mess up. It wouldn't be so bad if these were strangers but she had science class with Cindy, man…! If she embarrassed herself here it'd be a real big issue. Hopefully, their eyes just stay on Em Jay. She could only pray. Gwen cleared her throat, held her sticks tight, and let her instincts take the wheel.

“...ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!”

This was the life of Spider-Woman. When she wasn't escaping the jaws of death by the skin of her teeth then she was losing sleep and missing deadlines. For every act of good Spider-Woman accomplishes, an act of misfortune is experienced by Gwendolyn Stacy. Yet she didn't complain, this was her decision after all. If it was for the sake of others, she would gladly bear the burden of the title Spider-Woman. Things weren't all bad though- I mean look at her, smashing on cymbals and absolutely crushing it on drums. Being a part of a band for her has been a dream of hers since… forever, man! Ever since what happened to Peter, this is all she's really had, and believe me she is well aware of how sad that sounds. What was important is she kept this balancing act up - a life as Spider-Woman and a life as Gwen Stacy. She's not an Avenger, she's not even really a mutant - if anybody found out about these powers then who knows what they'd do? No, she didn't have the privilege of protection like Tony Stark did, she wasn't a masterclass hero, sometimes she struggles to even be good, but hey - she tried. She's really, really trying, to be a drummer for a band and saving the city from maniacs time and time again, even if it would kill her.

That was the responsibility of Spider-Woman.

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[thegroovywitch]

It makes me so sad with what happened to Jimmy with his career. Yes he had a very successful career as a session musician, being in the yardbirds, and then Led Zeppelin. It’s about his life after Led Zeppelin. He lost his spark, and sadly he was never as good as he was when he was in Led Zeppelin. He was so overworked throughout the zeppelin years that he turned to drugs. AND THE WORST ONE TOO he had heroin and I also heard Richard encouraged him to try it (I fucking hate Richard so much). Anyways it’s sad because Jimmy was on so much drugs and alcohol that his playing became sloppy, especially at live aid. And I often hear people saying that Jimmy is a sloppy guitarist. And yes I hear so many people praising jimmy’s guitar playing and they are so right because he is such an amazing guitarist and producer. But it makes me wonder what else he could’ve done if it weren’t for the drugs and being around the wrong people. Because he did show a lot of his talent, but I always wonder how much more potential we could’ve gotten out of him in the 80s and 90s if he didn’t do drugs and wasn’t overworked. But I’m glad that he survived that dark time and hopefully now he’s enjoying his last years with family.

dear anon, i often think about this as well. the drugs didn't just hurt jimmy, but they hurt the entire band. jim was surely the most affected, even though things ended up in the worst case scenario for bonzo, as we all know.

i often find myself thinking about this and regretting them not getting help sooner, because i feel like there was still so much the band could've done, and they could've gotten bigger and bigger and who knows where they would be today.

many say zeppelin was done by 1976, some argue that their last two albums are not on the same level as the others, but to me they were just a manifestation of what the members were going through at the time. that's how art works, what you feel, you produce.

i do believe that, had bonzo not passed away, they would have all gotten help sooner or later and they would have had a chance to rise on top again. music was changing fast and more than ever it was acquiring their sound. a lot of mainstream 80s-90s rock were bands knocking off led zeppelin, so imagine if the one band who inspired an entire musical shift and genre - metal - was still around by that time! its influence on the music industry would've been immense, and i firmly believe that rock would be fairly different today. the band had stated various times that working together was incredibly satisfying for every member involved, and that there was no eagerness to break up or for any member to go solo... they had endured so much together and by september 1980 they were about to embark on an american tour, their morale having just been rejuvenated by a short tour of europe. in the words of john paul jones:

“Morale was very high. We were in really good spirits. We were stripped down a lot, musically, and as an act, we remember back to what we were doing. Punk kind of woke us up again. "Oh yeah, I remember what we are supposed to be doing here." It was about to go for a change of gears and round two... By the time John [Bonham] died, we all had sorted it out and were ready to go again. He died in rehearsals for an American tour.”

jimmy said in an interview (sadly i can't recall which one) that him and bonzo were already planning to record a heavier hard rock album - in contrast to the more mellow "in through the outdoor" - and the timing was just perfect, given the fact that this was the very beginning of the metal era (a genre very heavily inspired by led zeppelin and 70s hard rock, in style of music, hair, clothes... you name it)

i'm sure the band has long dwelled on how things would've gone as well. especially jimmy: zeppelin was his own creation and it finally came to a tragic end. no wonder he was so lost and had pretty much the lifestyle of a recluse from '80 to late '83. sometimes you just gotta be happy you survived - especially in his case.

and while zeppelin is zeppelin, it's almost untouchable to me, there is still some wonderful stuff released by all three surviving members that is definitely worth checking out and loving... someone should talk jimmy through uploading his movie soundtracks to streaming platforms, though.

i think he owns all rights to those albums, no? death wish II was released on swan song records while lucifer rising was self-released. scream for help by john paul jones is also missing.

oh and about jimmy being sloppy, i do believe he always was a little, and the drugs surely didn't fix the "problem".

but it's part of his style! it makes his solos more exciting to me, and you gotta be a little sloppy to play the blues anyway. i think at most it just makes him more unique and his playing more recognisable.

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[abrushwithdeath]

@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats​

‘ Dat’s right. let it all out. ’

It was right there and I have very little self control when it comes to foreplay sparring

This wasn’t meant to turn into a sparring session. The intent had been some much needed solo training- or, rather, a way to work out her stress in both a productive and private manner through punching the hell outta whatever she could get her fists on. But Remy, being Remy, had decided to get himself involved despite her initial protests. Fine. If he wanted to be on the receiving end of her agitation (which was only heightened by his insistence on sticking around) then that was on him. She wasn’t much in the mood for playing nice, after all.  “Jus’ don’t go whinin’ when I knock ya on yer ass, Cajun.” A warning that she didn’t intend to hold herself back any more than absolutely necessary.

Rogue didn’t need any time to warm up, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to take a moment. She’d been in here a little more than half an already, and the smallest of breaks in between training and sparring was probably a smart move. So she offered herself, and Remy, a few seconds before they began. A chance to loosen up and to toss out some ground rules, “No powers, got it?” She stretched her arms above her head, fingers of her right hand wrapping around the wrist of the left as she did so, her top riding up just enough to offer a peek at her stomach. It lasted for only a few short seconds, however, and then she was readjusting her gloves. A couple last moment preparations, “No weapons, either. ‘less yer scared.” She taunted, a hint of a smirk finally rising. Hand to hand was her preferred method, especially at a time like this, and she knew Remy was better at it than he often let on. Even if she was still mildly irritated, maybe this could be fun? Remy wasn’t liable to go easy on her, and he was more than capable of holding his own. Especially considering he knew her well enough that she’d have to find a way to switch things up if she wanted to catch him off guard. He seemed to have a good idea of her usual tactics, after all. “An’ I promise I’ll try not t’aim for that pretty face’a yers.” The smirk flickered into a proper grin- an expression hovering on mischievous.

The (simple) conditions had been put in place, but there was something else to be added. One final thought before they began, “I win, yer takin’ me out t’dinner. An’ I want somethin’ nice.” Was there a hint of flirtation to the request? Maybe. If he picked up on it, though, she’d just deny it. She really hadn’t eaten yet today, after all, and she could feel the pinch of hunger settling in. Blame it on that, “I ain’t all that worried ‘bout losin’-” Arrogant? A little. But it was more just to rile Remy up than because she was absolutely certain she had this won already, “But it’s only fair t’ask- what d’ya want if you win?” Then, just because she knew Remy, she interjected before he could speak up, “An’ keep the requests PG. ‘less yer lookin’ t’get knocked out ‘fore we even start.” Though, admittedly, there was something thrilling about the open way he flirted sometimes. Even if it also made her wanna deck him.  It was complicated.

"Ready?” Ready or not, she was quick to make the first move. Swift on her feet, but not-so-subtle in the way she rushed him. It really didn’t help that, once the adrenaline kicked back in, the tenseness of her frustration and stress from before fell back upon her tenfold.  Was it fair to Remy that she was using this opportunity to take it out on him? No. But she’d warned him from the start that she was in a poor mood. He knew what he was getting into.  He also likely knew that, after the initial attack, it wouldn’t be long before her emotions got the better of her again. Less thinking, more striking. Not the smartest tactic, but she wasn’t here to outwit him. She was here to let off some steam. Sincerely, more than anything in that moment, she wanted to make good on her promise to knock him on his ass. She hadn’t wanted to spar with anyone in the first fucking place. She’d just wanted some goddamned space. A chance to just... release all the pent up tension of a shitty week. And then Remy had walked in. Why? What was he thinking? Or hoping for? What in the hell was he trying to do? It was what annoyed her the most about him- the fact that he seemed to read her so easily, but that she couldn’t read him. She couldn’t figure out what game he was playing, and why he insisted on playing it with her. Weren’t there other people he could fuck with? People who’d fall for it all hook, line, and sinker? 

What had started as just a simple, borderline playful, sparring session was quickly devolving. She really had warned him, though. She may have found a few moments of emotional reprieve while she’d laid down the groundwork of this little fight, but it hadn’t lasted for long. Her head was swimming, after all. And it left her feeling like a trapped animal, needed to tear her way to freedom. Freedom from what, exactly? She didn’t know. But she was sure she could relieve the pressure of it if she fought something, or someone, she supposed. Wore herself out. Tired her body and, in turn, her mind. Although her ceaseless thoughts had, at first, been primarily about the team, about her mothers, about her past... so many of them were now focusing on Remy. Because he was right here. Right the fuck here. Just one of many frustrating, confusing, aspects of her life, but a prominent one, no doubt. And when her jaw clenched and her movements became more sporadic, less controlled, he was telling her to let it all out.  Why?  This wasn’t for her sake, surely. Kindness like that didn’t come without a cost. What price was he hoping she would pay for it? What did he think he was getting out of this? She couldn’t make sense of it. Of him. Of her own damned emotions when he was around. Yet he kept coming back, kept toying with her. Kept looking at her, talking to her, in that way that made her chest tighten, her breath catch. He kept making her mind wander, making her think that maybe he actually-

The anger grew sharp, even if that had not been the intent of his words. Or maybe he really had wanted her to let it all out. To vent with her fists the way most people did with their voice. And despite herself, she indulged him in a bit of both.  “Ya shoulda lef’ me alone like I asked!” The words were nearly growled through gritted teeth, and though she was showing some restraint (with strength like hers, she needed to), it was steadily getting harder to do so. Instead, she channeled that into words, some way to keep herself balanced. “What are ya playin’ at, Cajun? Huh? Why won’t ya jus’ leave me alone?” Each question was accompanied by another attack, forcing Remy to stay on the defense as best as she could manage. Attempts to grab him, to land a hit, to trip him up- something. Anything!  “Why d’ya keep fuckin’ with me?!” That’s all this was, after all. He was just messing with her. She was absolutely convinced of it. The worst part, though, was that she kept letting it get to her. That she felt it settle in her chest. That desire to... to give in and just let him lead her. To stop fighting it in the hopes that there was some semblance of sincerity in his words, in his actions.  It was so hard to believe in the sincerity of it, though. To think that, even if he wanted her, he’d ever actually stick around.

It was a challenge, but her fingers finally wrapped around his left forearm and, swiftly, she moved to lock it behind his back. It would be easy enough for him to break out of, even when she landed a grip on his formerly free wrist, as well. But something told her that he’d give her a second. Just one. But that was all she needed to ask the question that lay so heavily upon her. She was so close now that her chest was nearly pressed against his back, “Whaddya want from me, Remy?” She didn’t expect an honest answer, but that didn’t mean that the question wasn’t asked sincerely.

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[frogwithhatto]

Long Nights in the practice room 

Summary: Dewdrop desperately needs a hug and some comfort after a frustrating day and Cumulus is the one giving it to him

This is pure fluff because let’s be honest who doesn’t need a hug from Cumulus?

Tw: mentions of blood, mentions of injuries (it’s bleeding fingers)

Dewdrop might not show it but this ghoul is desperate for someone telling him how far he has come and how proud they are of him.He himself is unable to see how much he has accomplished. He tends to focus on the negative things and often beats himself up if his performance isn’t as good as he wants it to be, let’s be honest he’s a perfectionist.

Today had been an especially rough day for the fire ghoul. What started out as a short practice session quickly turned into a whole day. At first he only wanted to practice the new songs a bit. But nothing sounded the way he wanted it to and his technique seemed to get worse by the minute. „Fuck why can’t I manage to pull the solo off. Get it together man it isn’t that difficult.“

It’s a vicious circle instead of taking a break once in a while, he will keep pushing himself which leads to him getting tired and making more mistakes. It’s always the same but this ghoul is stubborn. He will stay in the practice room the whole night if he has to. When Dewdrop’s like this the ghouls will send Cumulus to talk to him and get him to call it a day. She’s the only one he won’t yell at, yes he will be grumpy and maybe a bit aggressive but he would never hurt her. (Neither verbally nor physically)

He doesn’t pay her any attention as she enters the practice room, only looking up from his guitar as she’s sitting down beside him on the ground. Dewdrop had given up sitting on a chair hours ago and moved onto the floor instead. Sheet music, picks and scribbled notes surrounding him like a halo. „Dew you need to stop. Honey your fingers are bleeding all over your guitar.“ „No I keep missing a note during the solo“ he mutters back. With a soft look and a „Please“ Cumulus can persuade him to put the guitar away. He’s got a soft spot for her as she has never been anything other than kind and patient with him. She cleans his fingers up to keep them of getting infected. The Ghoulette always carries a little emergency kit in her bag and it has payed off several times in the past. Satisfied with her work she decides to break the silence: „You’re very talented Dew. Don’t fuck it up by pushing yourself too hard. You know you’re the one working the hardest from all of us, right?“ „hm“ „ Dew, I mean it you have achieved great things and I’m very proud of you“ she states.

At first he wants to mumble a grumpy reply but as he makes eye contact with Cumulus he sees honesty in them. The fire ghoul finally understands how much she truly cares for him and maybe he even starts to believe the kind words she had said to him.

As the realisation hits Dewdrop he finally let’s his feelings flow, throwing his arms around her neck embracing her in a much needed hug. At first she gets caught off guard by the sudden movement but she wraps her arms around him as he hides his face in the crook of her neck. Suddenly a wave of tiredness hits the ghoul as he’s relaxing into the hug but not for long as he remembers the frustration the day had caused.

Every feeling he had pushed down throughout the day is suddenly coming back to him. Not being able to think of another way to get rid of them Dew will allow himself to shed a few tears. Well it started off with a few tears at first but soon he’s full on sobbing, his body shaking against Cumulus’s shoulder. He can’t stop the tears now that they’ve started. All of the pressure and anxiety finally leaving his system as she holds him in a tight embrace, gently rocking him from side to side and rubbing his back. „It’s okay Dew everyone needs a good hug sometimes“ she whispers. 

I’m really proud of this one it’s my first fully written „story“ which isn’t in my usual headcanon-half story-mashup-style. As always feedback is appreciated!! :)

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sweet & sour | part 4.

Summary: Y/N L/N. Ex-member of the girl group Lemonade. Ilvermorny was great until everything fell apart between her and her group members. Needing a break, she decides to transfer to Hogwarts.

Warnings: none

Pairing: george wealsey x black!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N I: so many off canon things, so many

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

When you weren’t with Hufflepuff, you were often found with Gryffindor. Although, you still had less loyalty about houses. It wasn’t uncommon, when it came to cheer, for people to see you stalking out of another squad’s practice after they asked for help.

Just as Cedric said, your first and second post broke unofficial school records about the fastest amount of likes. And Hogwarts students weren’t letting your private account get out for anything, even the ones with public accounts. Not a peep was mentioned about it. They were enjoying the uncurated pictures that would never show up on LC or Lemonade’s Wizgram profiles. No one else seemed to think you were as dorky as Cedric had taken to teasing you about despite the fact that every other selfie had Salem in it.

While certain things made you painfully aware that you were foreign, it felt like Hogwarts had always been your home. You even told Dr. Susan at your last session, who then suggested that when spring break came around that you should come back to Ilvermorny and see if you even want to come back. It was still a sensitive topic. You had to go back at some point. If not at Ilvermorny then just in general. LC was your career. A hiatus, especially under schooling, was fine. But you had to come back and make a living.

Maybe you would graduate at Hogwarts and then go back. Two years to push LC from everyone’s mind as a girl group member and solidify her as a solo artist. Maybe you wouldn’t be so scared then. Your thoughts were broken as Cedric laughed when you nearly jumped two feet in the air as a pair of hands landed on your shoulders. Fred peeked his head over one shoulder.

“You’re brilliant, you know. You, Ang, and Ali. All the girls love our stuff.”

George peeked over the other one. “The brushes sold out.”

“Ang even told some Beauxbatons girls that she stayed friends with. They all put it in an order.” Fred drummed against your shoulders. “Comb-a-Chameleon made more money than the Canary Creams.”

“Glad to be such a big help but you need to go back to your table.”

Cedric snorted into his drink while Cho, who was sitting with you all, tried to act like she wasn’t laughing. The twins scoffed in both indignation and confusion.

“What?” Fred asked.

“Boys, peep the uniform. Which two teams are in jerseys today?”

“Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.”

“So, today, you’re my enemy. Lion paws off the uniform please and back away from the badger den.”

“Cho’s here.” George pointed out.

“Ravenclaw’s not playing,” she said as she shifted her hair so they could see Cedric’s jacket that she was wearing.

The twins looked at each other and winked. Your vision was muddled from clear to red before becoming clear again. You looked at Fred who was now in just a jersey and then down at yourself, gagging at the red.

“This is blasphemy. You’ve crossed a line, Weasley.”

“Oh, I’m ever so scared.”

“Take your stupid sweater back.”

“Red’s your color.”

“I’ll embarrass you right now if you don’t walk away.”

Fred looked at his twin. “You think she’ll do it, Georgie?”

“Not at a—”

“Angie! Come get your boyfriend!”

Fred’s face started turning as red as his hair. Their tension was obvious to even you and you were wondering how many years had they been dancing around being together. Fred just took his sweater back and sheepishly retreated to Gryffindor table, briefly meeting the eyes of Angelina before both of them looked away. George chuckled. You were once again frazzled as his jumper was on you instead. He leaned over, taking the toast off your plate.

“I don’t have a girlfriend you can call, looks like you’re out of luck.”

“I’m keeping it,” you said, trying to maintain control of the situation.

“Looks better on you, anyway.”

He walked off before you could say anything. George sat down, very satisfied at getting the last word in. You huffed and grabbed another piece of bread. Your hand brushed against the sleeve that needed to be pushed up so you could see your hand.

“Wait, these are soft. Does yours feel like that?”

Cedric stuck out his arm and you rubbed the material.

“You’re wearing your jersey next time.”

“Why?”

“Because I refuse to be caught in an enemy jumper but wow these things are soft. Your sweater’s mine now.”

“I believe this is called bullying.”

“I believe it’s called driving a hard bargain.”

“There’s no bargaining. I give you my jumper in exchange for what?”

“A signed Lemonade album?”

“Take the bargain,” Cho told him.

Cedric looked at both of you. “Are you really siding with her right now? It’s meant to keep us warm, get your own.”

You shrugged. “You’ll cough it up one day.”

Cedric hummed an unimpressed response as you got up from the table with the rest of the cheer squad. You stopped at Gryffindor’s table to speak to Pavarti and Lavender who had taken up captain and co-captain.

“It’s best to go early and start stretching in the stands. When halftime comes out, since Gryffindor’s name is first you guys go second to leave the audience with a lasting impression.”

“I thought you said no talking to the enemy?” George asked.

“Exceptions are allowed to be made— Hermione stop picking at the uniform, you look amazing.”

She had given in to Ginny’s peer pressure and joined. She wasn’t sure how many games she was going to cheer for. Everything felt new and a bit uncomfortable but she promised to give two games a chance. She stood up and locked arms with you for comfort as both squads decided to head out of the Great Hall. George cleared his throat before you could turn around.

“My jumper?”

“Is mine now. You said I looked better in it.”

George scoffed as you gave a little pose. You left to go stretch and practice with everyone else. The second routine was better than the first at halftime. The Gryffindor squad did amazing as well. Just like with Hufflepuff, the Gryffindor quidditch team felt themselves hyped up more for the second half. In the end, Gryffindor beat you. You grabbed your phone when the game ended and made Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny take a picture. Posting it with a caption about hating that your favorite redheads fought for the other team, you retreated back to Gryffindor with them. They all found it funny how all your smack talk ended the moment the game did. Your friends had won so you were going to celebrate that win with them.

“Maybe Ilvermorny has a point about not caring so much about House,” Angelina said.

“Yeah, until you speak to a Slytherin,” Ron chimed in.

Gryffindor celebrated even louder than Hufflepuff did but the actions of your friends were the same, retreating to someone’s room. It was much larger than the other day with you, Marietta, Cho and Cedric. This time the Weasleys, Angelina, Lee, Alicia, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Harry, and Hermione were there. You were in the dorm that the twins and Lee shared with one other boy who was barely ever in the room. The door was locked and the room was silenced as Fred turned back to all of you.

“Phones in the middle. Nothing leaves this room.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he said. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re so naive,” Lee said.

Hermione leaned over. “It’s true, this is more intense than the first day party.”

“More intense? People were locked in closets with each other, a seventh year Slytherin boy gave a strip tease, and five different Ravenclaws admitted they wanted to sleep with Alicia.”

“That’s what people are willing to do in front of other Houses and students they don’t trust.”

Your eyes went wide. “What the hell are y’all not willing to do in front of others then?”

“Depends on what group of friends,” Seamus said. “I heard in Ravenclaw it got awkward when someone admitted to cheating on their boyfriend. But then it turned into group counseling so it actually worked out.”

“Alright, then.”

It started tame with just talking over a card game. The first five minutes were spent with Ron teaching you the British rules because you were used to the American ones. They seemed simple enough. You called out a person and in the circle and tried to pull out a single card from your pile that you thought would be higher. Lower number has to do a dare. In America, you had to guess if you were lower or higher and based on that you took the dare.

“(Y/N), person?”

“Alicia.”

You both set down your cards. You had pulled a six of clubs and she had a five of hearts. Sighing in relief, you sat back and let the rest of the group pick a dare. Alicia licked the side of all the girls’ face— you argued that technically you were all being punished too with that dare.

The rounds kept going. Fred had to randomly take one of his own joke product treats. Neville picked up his phone under supervision and had to text someone of Dean’s choosing that he always had a massive crush on them. You had to DM Draco about going to Hogsmeade— which you had yet to go to. That was immediately followed by Lee kissing Fred. Ice was shoved into Dean’s pants. Hermione ate a spoon of hot sauce. Ron choked on a spoonful of butter. Angelina gave Harry a shoulder massage. Seamus got a hickey courtesy of Lee.

“I dare Harry,” Dean said with a smirk. “To go get his Lemonade t-shirt.”

Harry’s face was red as he muttered the accio spell. You couldn’t figure out why they were all laughing. You never thought it was weird that your classmates had Lemonade shirts. You had signed a few shirts, some albums, and even tour merch. It was your life and since everyone was pretty respectful about it, you never felt weird. The laughing didn’t stop as a small thump hit the closed door and then the shirt was on the other side and returning its journey to Harry’s hand.

You understood now after seeing the pink. Everyone in Lemonade had a set color assigned to them. Your stage name, LC, stood for lovely cutie— which became embarrassing to admit the older you got. Because of that you were given the flavor of Strawberry Lemonade and pink as your official drink and color. All of your individual member merch was pink and strawberry themed. Which meant the pink shirt that Harry was slowly unraveling was a solo shirt. Your face— specifically from your Monster Heart Tour— was staring back at you.

“Sirius and I went to your tour for my fourteenth birthday,” Harry admitted, sheepishly.

You tried to put him out of his misery as everyone kept chuckling after you offered to sign it. When you muttered accio, they thought a pen was coming. A silver Sharpie did appear— along with a black bundle of fabric. You unfolded your own t-shirt and Harry was staring at his own face.

“They were selling them after you defeated Voldemort… me and my mom got matching ones.”

You and Harry signed each other’s shirts and changed into them. Neville took a picture of you both wearing them. The game paused for a brief moment while you and Harry posted the photos with the matching captions: Bloody hell, I met someone famous. It was your turn again.    

“Neville.”

You both set down your cards. His score was higher than yours, meaning the dare was yours.

“Pick a new game or continue this one?”

“Do I get to know the new game first?”

“Absolutely not,” Ginny answered.

“New game.”

The cup with pieces of paper was handed to you. You pulled out another piece of paper.  

“Truth or Drink.”

There was already a cup full of prepared questions for this game. You pulled out one since everyone said that you should start the game.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing your mom has walked in on you doing?” you read. “Practicing making out with my pillow.”

They all started laughing.

“No way,” Angelina stumbled out.

“I had never kissed a guy before our music video! I just wanted it to not look weird.”

“Music video? So this was last year?”

You took a sip of your water as if that wouldn’t answer their question.

“So how was the kiss?” Lee asked.

You scratched the back of your head. “Uhh—”

“Uh oh.” Alicia scratched at her shoulder. “That means he was bad.”

You played with the cup in your hand. “Yeah, no, not him.”

That made them all sit up. You knew there was no worming your way out of it.

“Kissing another person isn’t easy, there’s another mouth involved,” you tried to defend yourself.

“That’s kind of the point.”

“Well. He went right and I went left and then I kind of fell on him. Then I didn’t know we were using tongue so my mouth was closed at first and tongue feels weir—”

“Merlin, that’s a massive snog fail,” Lee muttered

“Yeah, we did one take and they just edited it to look nice. First and last kiss because then Marc told everyone.”

Angelina revealed that she almost got busted by Snape snogging some Ravenclaw before Potions class two years ago. George said he would swap brains with Hermione specifically during exam week. Ginny admitted to having a crush on both you and Harry when she was younger. Dean nearly lost his life when answering how far he and Ginny had gone. Fred finally told Angelina that he liked her.

You all found out that Alicia always matched her bra to her underwear, meanwhile sometimes Seamus just didn’t bother with underwear. Hermione revealed the biggest lie she ever told. Ron said he would throw Dean off the Astrology Tower if he had to pick someone— Dean expected it after his truth. Turns out Neville had a small crush on Luna. You revealed that once you pretended to have the flu just to get out of Lemonade practice.

“We should switch it up, whoever pulls asks the entire circle,” Alicia suggested.

You all agreed and thought it would be a good way to end the night since it was getting late and you were all getting tired— just from staying up, no one brought alcohol this time, you were drinking butterbeers or water. Lee pulled the next question.

“Have you ever thought about sleeping with a celebrity and who?”

They all looked at each other and everyone but Hermione and Angelina drank without another word. Whether you knew why they all got quiet or not, they wouldn’t know because your face didn’t seem to read a change in facial expression as you reached for the very last slip of paper.

“Oh, this is a tame one. What’s the worst date that you’ve ever been on?”

The game ended as the party did, the miraculous fourth roommate of the twins and Lee finally showing up. You all said byes to each other before retreating. Angelina and Alicia let you stay in their room so you wouldn’t get busted by Filch. The moment that curfew was over, you went back to your own House so you could change and take a nice shower.

Your phone made several beeping noises while you were in the shower, making you tilt your head. You got out to check it, completely forgetting about the card game earlier and the dares you had to do. There was a DM response from an account called platinumpureblood, Draco Malfoy.

Hogsmeade next weekend, we leave after breakfast. Here’s my number.

Seamus was going to have a field day at the fact that not only did Draco respond but he’s going with you. You put your phone on its charger when you got another text. This time it was actually a message to your phone since you texted the number that Draco had given you.

Come down to Slytherin, password is Black Lake

Was he always this pushy? You’d have to ask people later. Aside from the people that you hung out with, you didn’t know much about other Hogwarts’ students. You couldn’t remember everything about them either but your friends were trying to tell you everything about everyone. You took Salem, who fell asleep in your arms, and headed down to Slytherin.

Draco was in the common room waiting for you. He had spoken to Blaise and Theo for a good hour when you had sent the DM.At first, they were all so confused as to why you didn’t just go with Potter or Diggory. Theodore thought what Draco did that it was some dare. Blaise thought you might be just looking for someone new to talk to. Draco was going to ignore it at first. Sure, you were LC from Lemonade and he once had a crush on you like practically everyone else at the school. But you were a muggleborn. Who did he look like entertaining a stupid mudblood?

He only agreed to text back when Theo said that he should take you out, get a snog, and satisfy his younger self who had been crushing on you since second year. He was waiting for you to get to their common room so he could tell you the plan. He would show you around, buy you something at Honeyduke’s because he was a gentleman, you’d have tea at Madam Puddifoot’s shop, and then he’d get a snog and would never talk to you again. He needed to know if you liked tea or if he should skip the reservation at the shop.

One thing you learned about being a normal person was that when you went to a school like Hogwarts, parties were more frequent than you expected. Cedric said that it isn’t always like this. Apparently, the students were just too excited about not potentially dying thanks to Harry finally defeating Voldemort that they were enjoying themselves a little too much. Also it was October.

That part you understood. Ilvermorny was its liveliest in October. Every day leading up to the Halloween Bash was fun and different. The best part was the week before when you were allowed to mess with No-majs. Every year they thought the random haunted house was amazing or the costumes from trick-or-treaters were so elaborate. It was possibly the best time of year for a young witch or wizard.

At Hogwarts, the excitement was there but the activities were different. They were mainly student-run instead of being organized by the administration. So not only was next weekend your date with Draco Malfoy but it was also when the seventh years set up a haunted house in the Shrieking Shack— the only time of year people weren’t completely frightened by the place. However, this weekend was a party in the Slytherin common room.

Your group of friends had calmed down a bunch about an hour into the fun. Not ready to leave the party, however, you all found yourself sat on the floor near the fireplace. Your head was in Neville’s lap as you laid on the floor. It was in Angelina’s until she went to go get another drink and Fred followed. They came back five minutes later but it was five minutes too long for you to be expected to hold up your own head so you flopped over onto the person next to you. Neville wasn’t even phased, he just kept talking.

Despite it being Slytherin, Halloween seemed to make them super generous because not only was everyone in their common room but no-maj music started playing. You were absentmindedly scrolling on your phone— stalking all the old profiles that you hadn’t checked out in a long time and looking at costume ideas. As your thumb kept going, careful not to accidentally like something, ‘Put Your Records On’ came on. It was your warm up song go to back in Lemonade.

“Girl, put your records on. Tell me your favorite song, you go ahead…”

The talking had slowly died down as people’s heads turned. The music got quieter until some charmed it to switch to the instrumental without missing a beat. You weren’t paying attention, still scrolling, as you made it through the second verse and back to the chorus. Phones were pulled out as everyone started recording the mini LC concert that they were getting. Neville didn’t move, not sure if just adjusting his leg would throw you out of pitch. The song finished and you looked up when another one didn’t immediately start, figuring that Slytherin must’ve been ready to kick you all out now and stop the kindness.

All you saw were phones. Everyone had been filming. You weren’t as quiet as you thought. Your immediate thought was they were filming how bad you were. It was going to be all over the internet in a matter of minutes, how much you sucked. Tears started and so did the quick breathing. You shot up from resting on Neville and began to walk deliberately out of the common room. It was a warmup song so of course it was bad. You hadn’t done any stretching of your vocal chords, you had been drinking everything but water, you were laying down. But that wasn’t an excuse. You still performed horribly.

Neville felt like his lap was vibrating with how hard you were shaking. You quickly got up, trying to leave before you broke down or worse caught someone posting your singing for everyone to see. It was bad enough Lemonade had embarrassed you in every article after you left. You didn’t need your new school to do the same.

George followed immediately. He struggled to find you for a moment, mildly impressed that you had managed to get out of sight so quickly. Clearly, you still didn’t know your way around the school because he caught you walking out into the corridor, trying to find the staircase nearest Hufflepuff’s entrance. George caught up to you.

“Not now…” you paused to look at him. “George?”

“Look! You got it right. It’s not fair that you have such a good voice.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m telling the truth. You made everyone stop partying just so they could listen, you should sing more songs like that. Your voice sounds pretty with slow songs… hey, hey, (Y/N), breathe. Breathe with me, alright.”

George pulled you into a hug, breathing in an almost exaggerated manner so you could feel it. You slowly started breathing in time with him. When he felt that you were alright, he pulled away.

“I’d love to hear you sing again some time, if you’re up for it.”

George and study never belonged in the same sentence but he was always disappearing to the sixth floor. When confronted, he told the truth— studying. Because studying on the sixth floor meant getting to listen to you sing. You weren’t able to do it without distraction but if it seemed like he was focused on work and not you, you got through a couple songs. Most of the songs were muggle songs and you had yet to touch a song off of your solo albums or any of Lemonade’s discography. But you sounded amazing nonetheless.

(Part 5)...

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