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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Drama Red

a/n: okay it's my first songfic, honestly it was cool and I plan to do a second but it's really hard to translate lyrics and try to keep some sense so sorry...

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Natasha has only one question to ask you but before she thought about your life with her.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me being really bad for a first time like always

word count: 3298

Here is a link to the orignal song if you want (warning it's a french song)

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Natasha was sitting on your bed; she was looking at you while you finished your make-up. Today was Yelena's birthday, and Melina decided to do something special (just a party with the people she knows). A song was playing in the background, and she let herself get lost in her mind when she listened to the lyrics.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little bit of drama red on your lips

"Hey Nat, did you hear me?" You asked, and she came out of her trance just to look at you.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" She asked shyly, and you smiled at her.

"Do you think this lipstick is good?" you asked again, and she nodded. Nat brought you this just two days prior because it reminded her of you. "Are you sure because I don't want to look bad in front of your mom?"

"Oh come on, you know she loves you, maybe even more than me." She joked, and you kissed her before grabbing your purse and your present for her sister and leaving the house.

In the car, Natasha was playing the same song, and while you drove, she was focused on two things: you and how this song reminded her of you two.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

Your relationship was not always so beautiful. When you met her, it was when Fury asked you to team up with her and Clint a few months after she joined the SHIELD. Even if the idea of pairing you with another young, talented agent was rather good to him, you and Natasha didn't match at first. She didn't want to make new friends, and you weren't strong enough to deal with her stubbornness.

It was like that until one mission. This mission was simple: infiltrate a base, steal some information, and come back to the headquarters. See? Pretty simple. But something happened, and you had to fight—just you two against an army of dangerous men, all armed and ready to kill you.

"Oh, super plan Y/n; now I hope you're ready to die." the Russian said, and you rolled your eyes.

"How should I've known there were so many guys?" you asked, and she felt more angrier.

"Maybe because we're in enmity territorial, тупица (dumbass)." the redhead replied, visibly angry.

"Oh, don't use the Russian card with me, Romanova."

"Don't call me like that."

"And don't call me dumbass."

"You understood?"

"Oh, come on, I'm an agent; I need to speak a lot of languages." you replied, and suddenly you noticed something. "Do you hear this?" you asked, and she looked confused.

"I don't hear anything," she replied.

"That's the point." you said and stood up from your hiding spot to look around "Where are they?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Y/n!" Natasha called you, and you immediately looked at her. "Look." she instructed, and you followed her finger to find a timer.

"What's sons of the b*tches. They had a bomb." you said quitely, and Natasha giggled. It was definitely not the reaction she expected. "Okay, I'll call Fury. And you, try to find a way to escape." you said.

"You're not the boss of me." she replied, and you groaned.

"It's really not the time for this Romanoff!" you yelled, and she flinched a little. "Sorry, but you need to hurry." you said, and she left. You took a moment to regroup and reorganize your mind. "Fury, we have a problem." you said through the communications.

"What is this agent Y/l/n?" he asked.

"There is a bomb, in front of me, ready to explode. I think I can stop it, but if I don't, I need you to come and bring back agent Romanoff." you announced and thought for a moment.

"I can send a group of men there, but agent Y/l/n, do me a favor." he said

"What?"

"Don't force me to inform your family that you didn't make it."

"Oh, come on, Fury, we both know you'll not have to do it." you replied, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so how much time?" he asked.

"Three minutes." you replied.

"It will be close, but they should be there in time. Good luck, Y/n." he said and ended the call.

Outside of the base, Natasha was anxious; she heard your conversation with Fury, and she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she should have stayed.

She wanted to come back for you when she heard the quinjet and an agent come out, and before he could say anything, the floor where she let you; explode. The two agents were both shocked, but fortunately for Fury, you found a way out of the chaos.

"What was that?" the agent said, and you didn't reply first to catch your breath.

"I didn't find a way to stop the bomb, so I did the most obvious thing." you said, and they both looked at you, expecting something more. "I made it explode a little earlier." you explained, and Natasha slammed your shoulder.

"You could have died." she said, and you could hear worry in her voice for the first time since you met her.

"You're welcome, agent Romanoff." You joked, and the agent rolled his eyes.

"Fury will not be happy." he said, and you made a weird face but didn't say anything. When you were back in the HQ, you couldn't stop yourself from tease Natasha, and to your own surprise, you earned the right to call her Natasha.

The time repair but look around us how the people are drifting apart

I have to change of my watch, to change of world

Look around us how the people are wrong

At her parent's house, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the star of the day was with her mom. "Happy Birthday, sister-in-law!" You greeted her, and she rolled her eyes. She really liked it when you called her that; she liked you, and honestly, you should already be her sister-in-law since a while if her sister was not so….Nat.

After you hugged the blonde, you walked immediately to Melina, who opened her arms wide for you. "How was the drive?" she asked.

"Pretty tiring, but we're finally here. You really should start to think about moving near us." you said, and she laughed

"Okay, I'll think about it for the next time, but right now, I think someone wants to see you." She pointed to the living room where Wanda was.You let out a little sigh and made your way into the room while Natasha stayed behind with the two women.

"Hey Wands, why this long face again?" You asked, sitting beside her, and she sighed.

"It's Vision," she confessed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Again?" you asked dramatically, and she let out a little chuckle. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing." she replied, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"And where is the problem?" you asked, completely confused.

"I mean, maybe I was too harsh with him. Perhaps I should let him explain before I decide to end this." she said, and you nodded.

Vision and her recently broke up, and being the good friend you are, you tried your best to help her not regret what she did, but apparently it didn't work.

"You want to give him a second chance?" you asked, and even if you were furious with the fact that he made her cry, if she wanted to forgive him, who were you to say no?

I need rational love; I need to learn how to trust the human race.

I need to be sure that I am the problem.

I need to be sure that you are the cure.

"So?" Yelena asked, and her sister looked at her confused. "How's going with you and Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" The Natasha replied.

"Did you propose to her or not?" Melina said, and her eldest daughter sighed.

"Oh, come on, we already talked about it. I don't know if we're ready?"

"What do you mean? You're dating since five years now. I think you're ready." Yelena said, and her mom nodded to agree.

"Okay. But maybe I'm not ready." The redhead announced.

"You fought aliens together, and you think you're not ready?" The blonde asked, but her sister didn't have time to reply before Thor came to greet the young widow. The redhead used this distraction to leave this conversation.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, 'bout us, 'bout us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

Natasha made her way to the living room where you were, and she heard you talk with Wanda and Kate, who joined you a few seconds prior.

"Wait, a cat?" The archer said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, Natasha said she wants a cat. So I thought we could adopt one together, but for now she doesn't know, so don't ruin my surprise." You warned Kate, and she nodded quietly.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

Natasha didn't make her presence known for a moment. She just stayed here and looked at you while you talked and laughed with Kate and Wanda. Unfortunately for her, Melina came and stayed beside her.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

"I know it looks like I want to control your life, but I think you really need to ask her." Melina said, and Natasha looked at her.

"What do you—" "Hey Nat, come here." The young archer exclaimed, and your girlfriend took a last look at her mom before she came and sat beside you.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

When she sat, you placed your hand on her tight and she placed her hand in yours. She really wanted it, but she had to wait for the right moment. At least that's what she said to herself.

On all the streets of the city, we wandered.

Even if we don't marry, we will be happy.

You know I'm not the type to be engaged.

You know I'm more the type to be bored.

Natasha was playing with your hand while you were talking, and she unconsciously focused her gaze on your fingers. She couldn't help but think about this day one week ago, when you were doing shopping. You spotted a jewelry shop, and you stopped in front of the window to look at the necklace and the earrings. Your girlfriend stopped next to you, and her gaze fell on a beautiful ring. 'It'll look good on you' she thought, and before she could make this comment aloud, you dragged her to another bookstore for the third time this afternoon.

The Russian looked at you in the store; you were trying to find a new book for her, and she started to think about her life before you started dating. She didn't imagine herself in a relationship for five years, but maybe it was because they weren't you.

People who stay together for the life

Before they become lovers, they are friends.

We'll try to make one all night, but

We stay kids as long as our parents are alive

"Where is Lucky?" Yelena asked, and this brought back her sister from her memories.

"He's with my mom. He had an appointment with the vet, and he was too tired to come." The brunette said the blonde nodded. "If Melina had called me earlier, I would have brought him."

"It's not my fault if you are not aware of everything." Melina said, and you chuckled.

"Oh come on Melina, you called me when I was sleeping; I almost won't be able to come." Wanda spoke dramatically, and you laughed.

"Sorry, but you have bad timing, Melina." You said, and the older woman glared at you.

"Oh, and what were you doing, you two?" She said pointing at you and Natasha, but neither of you replied. You blushed, and Wanda gasped.

"It's totally gross." The sokovian said, and you chuckled. "And Nat, you really replied?" She asked, and your girlfriend blushed.

"Of course, I replied. She's my mom, and she could be scary when you don't reply to her calls." The Russian defends herself.

"But you were..." The witch spoke, and Yelena seemed to finally notice what you were talking about.

"Okay, can we not talk about my sister's sex life for my birthday, please?" The blonde asked, but it was more of an order. Kate fake gagged, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, stop acting like you just discovered that." You said.

"Y/n stop!" The two sisters said, and you laughed.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, about us, about us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

"Is it true that you want to move on?" Kate asked, and you frowned at your eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" You asked her.

"Clint told me." She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"And it's true." Natasha said. "I want a big house. I mean, I love our house now, but I need a new training room." She explained.

"And we also need a porch, for our home date." You added, and your girlfriend chuckled. You were definitely the more romantic, but it's okay because you loved it.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

After a little more talk, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you left, all eyes were now on the redheaded Russian. She was totally oblivious because her own attention was focused on the wine glass on the table; there was a lipstick mark on it, your lipstick mark.

The wedding is to please the motha.

You came back but immediately excused yourself again, but to the kitchen now. And this time Melina cleared her throat, and her daughter looked at her.

"I think it's the best time now." Melina said, and Wanda and Kate looked at Natasha, confused.

"Wait, you didn't propose to her yet?" The young brunette said, and Natasha sighed.

"But why?" The sokovian asked this time.

"Apparently she's not ready." The blonde Russian said.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Wanda asked, visibly shocked. "I've known you for a while now, and I think everybody here can confirm that nobody made you happier than her. So what is the problem?"

"But if she doesn't want?" Natasha asked, and Kate groaned.

"Oh come on, Nat, she called Yelena her sister-in-law, she only has an eye for you, and every time we talk about weddings, she's the most implied." The archer said.

"She has like, twenty wedding dresses in her gallery picture." Wanda said.

"And she even did the guess list." Yelena added, and her sister was shocked.

"Hear. She's totally ready and she wait you." Melina said. "You fought aliens and Nazis and took down one of the worst HQs in the world together. So why you should not be ready? You know everything about each other, and you love each other, despite the fact that you always act like an old married couple. So what's your point?"

Natasha processed all she heard and took a deep breath before standing up. "If she says no, I'll be desperate." She said before storming to the kitchen.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me.

"Hey babe, sorry I was about to come, but Lila sent me a video of this cat." You said when you saw Nat enter the kitchen. She stopped beside you, and you showed her the video.

"He's so cute." She cooed, and you smiled.

"Did you see that?" You looked at her, and she was nervous. Girlfriend instinct, you made her sit on the nearest chair and took her hands for a little reassurance. "What's going on?" You asked.

"I have something to ask you." She spoke, and you nodded. Okay, don't laugh. I didn't prepare anything." She warned you, and you nodded again. "Okay Y/n. I wanted to wait for the right time, but I found that there was really no wrong time; I was just afraid. We've been together for a long time now; you were with me during the attack on New York; you were here when we fought Hydra; we ran away together after the accords; and you helped me destroy the red room." She paused to take a breath. "I know I was not ready until now, and the girls said that I didn't really have to be scared or anything. I'm sure you already chose the dress, and apparently you even did the guess list. You're very precious to me, and what I could do without you..." She was rambling, but you stopped her.

"Wait, who told you about the guess list?" You asked.

"Yelena. But this is not the time now." She spoke, and you nodded. "So today I was like, 'no, Nat, she would never want to spend all her life with you, like, why?' but after I talked with the girls, they were like, Wait, you're totally dumb to think that she doesn't want it' and I was like, 'Really?', and they were like 'its obvious she want' and here we are now." She took a deep breath. "Man, I'm really nervous." She said, and you chuckled.

"Sooo?" you asked.

"Yeah, I want to ask you, do you want to marry me?" She asked, and she didn't let you have the chance to reply before she was rambling again. "Wait, you're not obligated or anything. It's not because we spent five years together that's mean you want to spend more. It's just you always so–"

You kissed her to stop her, and when you pulled away, she was confused. "Yes, Natasha, I want to marry you." You said, and she started to cry.

"You want to? Even though I'm definitely not the best–"

You kissed her again. "Yes, I want to marry you. And don't worry, I really think you're the best choice for me." You said, and she smiled. "Usually it should be the one who's been proposed who should cry." You joked, and she chuckled.

"I was nervous" she admitted, and you kissed her forehead.

"And how are you now?" You asked.

"Relive and happy." She said, and you smiled.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." You said, and she grinned. You wanted to say something else, but some footsteps stopped you. When you both looked in the direction of the sounds, you found the women there, visibly waiting for something.

"She said yes!!" Natasha yelled, and you laughed. The women face were now bright with a wide smile.

"It's the best present you could get me." Yelena said, and you hugged her.

"You're such a drama queen, sister-in-law." You replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Yes, that's it. Natasha watched you talk with her sister, and honestly, she was more than happy to finally asked you the question. You're totally hers now, and she's totally yours.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fluff #yelena belova #yelena belova x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader #melina vostokoff #melina vostokova #melina vostokoff x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fic

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btwimkindagay · 1 year

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About me

Thanks @littledreamling for the tag

Nickname: Usually Breezy! My first name is a place name, so some of my friends call me by other place names (but more commonly acquaintances who think they are funnier than they are 🙄)

Sign: Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius rising. I hope that doesn't give away all my secrets

Height: 5'7 or 170cm!

Last thing I googled: "Wilfred Owen Letter to Wife poem". It's actually called "The Letter"

Song stuck in my head: I don't have one at the moment which I'm grateful for because I have a headache which feels like someone is trying to lobotomise me through my left eye. (I've taken some painkillers so I'm just being dramatic until they kick in)

Followers: 138! Thanks to everyone for politely waiting out the Goncharov phase

Amount of sleep: I regularly get 9-10 hours of sleep because otherwise I feel so bad 😥 I am envious of people who need less because for me 8 hours and 4 hours feel the same 🤢

Dream job: probably also a professor, like Crow! I'd love to be able to do research on things I'm interested in (it's always gay nuns, but recently it's also polygyny within medieval Jewish communities), and chat with colleagues about theirs, and write articles, and make lots of powerpoint presentations (I love them because I can even script in my jokes), and see what the younger generation are interested in when it comes to history! However, as we have established I am a very tired person, so I'm not sure how well I would cope with the expectation of out of hours work.

Wearing: Blue silk pyjama bottoms decorated with little white vines and flowers, brown walking socks, and a long fluffy hooded! dressing gown which I would probably call maroon or burgundy. Don't judge me for this (or do, I deserve it). For the more wattpad experience we can also say that I have thrown my long brown hair into a messy bun.

Books/movies that summarise me: I could ask my friends, or I could just insert a picture of the DSM-V here because that's what they'll all send me

Favourite song: I don't have favourite anythings to be honest, but my most played song this year (at a whopping 22 times) was Zitti e Buoni by Måneskin. Lyric-wise I'm still obsessed with Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives, specifically "I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent".

Favourite instrument: I've played clarinet, recorder, guitar, and keyboard, none of which I had any talent for 😂

Aesthetic: I've been told so many things about how I dress so I'll try to keep it brief. I own an eclectic collection of dresses (probably 60+) and tend to favour colourful patterns for daily wear and single colour grecian-style drapes for formal events. I likewise own lot of colourful patterned tops (described by my friends as "pretty", "flattering", "interesting", and "like you took it from your mum's wardrobe" (she gave it to me)) which I wear with jeans. That said, I can most commonly be found in my "grandad" looks of a men's shirt open over a vest or buttoned to the bare minimum of decency, or one of my two favourite golf jumpers (one grey, one beige).

Favourite authors: I don't have favourite authors of books (though I definitely do for fanfiction), but I do want to read more Margaret Atwood because I've only read The Handmaid's Tale and that one quote from The Robber Bride that lives rent free in my head.

Random fun fact: I managed to get super glue in my mouth when I was decorating a christmas bauble with watch parts last night! Very on brand, I'm notoriously clumsy. I also only managed to super glue two of my fingers together, so that is a new record

Tagging @bidet-and-legolas @a-liittle-bit-of-both and anyone who fancies it!

#about me #tag game

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bellamysgriffin · 1 year

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i’ve been thinking about it a lot and part of why i was relatively disappointed with midnights is because i think taylor swift has taken a step back musically. making an album like midnights is in some ways a regressive choice. not only has she returned to pop, a genre which i (controversially) think doesn’t necessarily suit her voice and sound the best and also exacerbates her main musical weakness i.e. repetitive melodies, she’s also heavily returned to super diaristic song-writing.

taylor has often complained a lot about the media’s involvement in her life, and this is not me blaming her for that in any way, but i do think a lot of it sprung from how heavily all her music was based on her personal life and the ways in which she gradually encouraged that more and more often. reputation is more fun to listen to if you know the details of her personal life, that’s just true! lover is the first album in which she loosely starts experimenting with writing songs that have nothing to do with her life -- death by a thousand cuts, it’s nice to have a friend, potentially cruel summer.

folklore and evermore, to me, are by far her best work, and a real breakthrough and turning point within her musical career. taylor swift is first and foremost a talented lyricist, but with this album, she revealed herself to be a talented storyteller -- when she no longer felt burdened to only retelling her own narrative. so that’s how we get the points of view of a high school love triangle, a song about rebekah harkness, about a woman whose husband left her for another woman, about war, about addiction. she leans farther into this in evermore: we get a rejected proposal, a woman who murders her best friends killer, a song about divorce, about hooking up with your hometown ex when you’re home for the holidays. even the songs that are ostensibly about her have a level of universality to them; the specificity in songs like invisible string and marjorie, instead of serving to provide more insight to her personal life end up creating a rich picture that serves a greater, cohesive theme.

midnights, however, is her most self-referential album yet. in order to fully enjoy, you need to know all the details and intricacies of her life. the lyrics are less clever, the narratives less coherent. anti-hero, for example, is (imo) structurally a mess. where revenge songs like mad woman and no body no crime had substance to them, a song like vigilante shit rings hollow when you get over the spectacle of it. what does dressing for revenge even mean? i think her songs about revenge on reputation were far more substantial: i.e. don’t blame me, i did something bad, and this is why we can’t have nice things. lavender haze might be vaguely catchy, but is it really that interesting lyrically if you don’t know about taylor swift’s relationship with the media? you’re own your own kid feels like a grown up fifteen, and it’s one of the better songs on the album, but the references to the burden of fame (of which many are scattered throughout the album) prevent it from feeling as relatable as other track fives. previously, her use of metaphor in songs like peace and especially dancing with our hands tied managed to explore that burden while also being widely relatable and applicable to other situations.

now, midnights is by no means a terrible album. it’s one of her weakest, in my opinion, but there’s a lot to like about it. taylor swift is a talented songwriter and musician, and she’s never come out with anything that i think is objectively terrible. i do, however, think that it is lyrically weaker than many of her recent stuff, including lover. singles like renegade and carolina gave me a lot of hope for the direction of her future music. but i think by returning to diaristic, self-referential story-telling, not only has she taken a step back creatively, she’s also alienated new fans by rendering it almost inaccessible to anyone who doesn’t know the lore of her life. i say this after speaking to casual listeners/non-swifties who found themselves baffled as to what a lot of these songs are trying to say. in returning to her 1989 roots, i think she’s moved back into the realm of superstardom and less into the realm of artist.

#dana rants #taylor swift #midnights #i would really like to know if you guys have any thoughts on this!!#i am sure many people vehemently disagree with me #but i feel pretty strongly and would like to know what you guys think!!!!

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cazz-the-spazz · 2 years

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Lemme tell you about my AU I guess let call it the Spazz Years . I used to read the Archie comics but I didn't have all of them but I was obsessed with the 25 years later so that's kinda how my AU started. I added some new OCs and Some faves might be different cuz like I said I dint have all the books so my mind made up the rest. I will put up the descriptions of these guys under a cut if I can figure it out

From top left

Rex (Reiji) is Espio’s adopted child (they/he) He was found by Espio while on a visit back to his home villiage. The child was working as a pick pocket on the street and tried to steal from Espio. Espio found the child’s talents admirable and took them home to train them and give them a positive upbringing. They are the bassist in a band that I never came up with a name. They have a secret crush on Argyle

Argyle is Vectors son, hes obsessed with music is the manager, drummer, leader of the band. Like his dad he like the finer things in life and comes up with get rich schemes.

Lara-Su Knuckles/ Julie-su’s daughter. She is often the voice of reason and the one most people come to when they have a problem, true neutral and keeper of everybody's secrets. She is the lead singer of a all female band.

Sonia Sonic/Sally’s daughter younger child, she differs from the comic in that she resembles her father and she inherited both their skills she can run fast and she’s super smart but she prefers to tinker and is Tails’ apprentice. She eventually gets together with Shade and joins her band.

Rutan is Lein-da’s son hes much like hes comic self except he only acts out cuz of what he has to deal with at home. He secretly want to make friends with the others and is good at taking pictures. he comes up with schemes to make the other upset but eventually finds himself and does the right thing.

Manik is complicated in my Au he was raised as Sonic and Sally’s son but later they find out that Knuckles is his Father. Knuckles knew Sally form them being arranged suitors for each other but became FWB instead to get out of it, later they decided to part ways when Sally showed interest in Sonic and was pregnant with what they thought was Sonic’s son. Knuckles was also Seeing Julie-su by then. Any way he is the lead singer and guitarist for the band. He struggles with identity because of he’s parent issues and also with his sexuality. He was known for being super annoying and made up having a crush on Lara-su to try and fit in but that fell south he eventually find solace in music and joins the band and the become friends. He later develops a weird feeling for Stealth where he both finds him repulsive and attractive.

Stealth Is Rouge/Shadow’s son He may have his dads looks but he has his mothers personality. He is very flirty and conceited. He is overly protective of his sister and will fight if she is harmed even though he finds it barbaric. He often shows up unannounced to make Manik flustered or in clutch when the group needs musical advise. He is very musically talented and will help the other write songs and will play back up for any instrument, but not for free he will challenge the others to truth or dare or some other tasks in exchange for his help.

Shade is Rouge and Shadows daughter she is he brothers older twin but often lets him take care of her. She was mute for most of her childhood which made her brother take care of her often. She like her brother is a talented musician and songwriter. She plays guitar for Lara-su’s band, but she often will come up with depressing lyrics. She later develops a crush on Sonia and learns to talk to her after writing her a song although she still is quiet preferring to talk in one word sentences.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hi!! So I was listening to paper rings by Taylor Swift today and the lyric 'I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings' made me think of coops and o'knutzy. Could you write a prompt about this?! <3

This song is so perfect for Coops and it’s the best way to start of the long-awaited wedding series! Yay! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Combined with:

1. Domestic Coops

2. Remus making fun of Sirius’ initials

3. Sirius trying to make Remus moan while he’s on the phone with his folks

4. From @colored-rain: Taking Hattie to the vet

TW for mild smutty content, taking a pet to the vet, and the inherent stress of wedding planning

I: Six Weeks Before the Wedding

“Where are we even going to do this?” Sirius asked, running a hand through his hair.

Remus shook his head silently, pressing his forehead into the wooden edge of the table. “What if we elope?”

“Celeste would skin us both.”

“True. Oh, god, my dad would cry if we did that.” Remus slid down in his seat and stared up with sad eyes. “Can’t we just be married already?”

“I could get tinfoil from the kitchen and just…” Sirius mimed wrapping it around his ring finger and Remus snorted.

“Baby, I would marry you with paper rings, but I think we want them to last.”

“You like shiny things!”

“I do, that doesn’t mean I want tinfoil on my hand for the rest of my life,” Remus laughed, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Alright, let’s go through our list again. We agreed on small, right?”

“Just the team and families. We still want it to be outside?”

“Yep.” Remus checked off two boxes on the piece of paper they had been grappling with for the past four days. “Rings have already been ordered?”

“I’m doing that this afternoon. What kind of cake do we want?”

“Uhhh…an edible one?” Remus shrugged. “I don’t have a huge preference. Chocolate is really good but all the ones from the store are spongy.”

“Wow, an edible cake, so original,” Sirius teased. “We can ask Celeste what she thinks.”

“Good plan.” He paused for a moment. “Where outside will we do it? We need an actual venue. I think people would be upset if we just had a wedding in a public park.”

“The media would be all over it, too.” Sirius scrunched his nose up in thought just as their timer went off and both sighed as they headed for the door. “It’s going to be hard to focus on practice when we know next to nothing about the wedding we’ve been planning for over six months.”

“We’re disasters.”

II: Four Weeks Before the Wedding

“We’re not putting that on the cards.”

“Why not?” Sirius frowned and looked down at the mock-up invitation. “It’s our initials. It’s cute.”

Remus blinked at him. “Sirius. Your initials.”

“Do you not want my initials on our joint wedding invitation?”

“I would love to have your initials on our joint wedding invitation, except for the part where it’s the same acronym as ‘son of a bitch’.”

Sirius paused, then groaned and put his hands over his face. “Fuck, I forgot about that.”

“You forgot your own initials?”

“I forgot the son of a bitch thing!”

“Okay, I clearly don’t tease you enough for that,” Remus snickered, wrapping an arm around his waist to kiss his cheek. “Alright, attempt number eight is a bust.”

III: Three Weeks Before the Wedding

Sirius ran his fingers gently through Remus’ hair, feeling him shift in the darkness. “What’s on your mind, mon amour?”

“Are we changing our last names?”

“Did we…not discuss that?” Sirius wracked his brain, but it was so exhausted from wedding topics that he came up empty.

“I don’t think so.” Remus scooted around so he was on his side, facing Sirius. “Both our names are super connected to our jobs. Plus, Lupin-Black might be a little long for jerseys.”

“I’d rather not go through the whole name-change process.” There was a beat of quiet. “Though I do like the sound of Sirius Lupin.”

Remus’ breath audibly caught and he leaned closer to Sirius, nuzzling against his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

IV: Eighteen Days Before the Wedding

Remus’ back hit the mattress with a soft bounce that was quickly stilled by Sirius’ weight pressing him down by the hips, his mouth skimming along all the right places on Remus’ neck. “Yes,” he hissed as Sirius ground down, their bare chests bumping together. He dipped his hands beneath the waistband of Sirius’ sweats and he shivered, nipping the hinge of his jaw.

“Wait,” Sirius gasped, pulling back to straddle Remus’ waist.

“What? Is this a flamingo moment?” Remus panted, still buzzing with arousal.

“Did we invite your parents to the wedding?”

Remus stared at him in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I don’t think we did.”

“Sirius, you are literally about to—holy fuck, did we invite my parents?”

“I don’t know!”

Remus groaned and let his head fall back against the pillows before tapping Sirius’ hip and swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and dialed his mother’s number, taking a few deep breaths to collect himself as it rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, mom, how’s it going?”

“Oh, it’s going fine out here. How’s wedding planning?” Hope asked. Remus could hear her smiling.

“That’s what I’m calling about, actually. Did you—” He bit his lip as Sirius’ fingertips trailed up his thigh. “Uh, did you get an invitation?”

Hope was silent for a moment, save for a few rustling sounds. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think so. Lyall! Honey, did Re send us a wedding invitation?” There was a low humming noise as his father responded. “He says we didn’t get one.”

Remus winced. “Sorry about that. I can text you the details, if you want.”

“Will you mail one as well? I want to put it in our memory box.”

Sirius’ hand slid further along Remus’ leg, growing closer to his inner thigh by the second and doing nothing to quell his frayed nerves. “Yeah—yeah, mom, we totally can.”

“Are you alright? You sound a bit out of breath.”

“Hattie was running around and being a little crazy.” Remus covered the speaker with his hand and turned to glare at Sirius, who grinned and kissed his cheekbone.

“Okay,” Hope sounded skeptical. “So you’re not getting sick or anything?”

“Nope. Healthy as a horse.” The last word came out a little breathless as Sirius licked a stripe up his neck and bit down on the junction to his shoulder, making Remus’ eyes flutter closed. He smacked Sirius’ hand halfheartedly and felt him grin.

“How’s Sirius doing?”

“Fine, he’s fine. We’re a little stressed with the wedding planning and everything, but things are good here.” Really good, he thought as the heel of Sirius’ hand pressed down just next to his dick. He swallowed down a moan and squeezed his eyes shut. “Alright, I’ll text the details to you this afternoon love you mom bye.”

“Love you t—”

A millisecond after the call ended, Remus slammed his phone into the nightstand and pushed Sirius into the sheets, bracketing his face with his elbows. “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m just keeping things interesting.” Sirius tugged his lower lip between his teeth and smirked, which really left Remus with only one option: kissing him senseless until he couldn’t even remember his own name.

V: Three Days Before the Wedding

Sirius’ leg bounced up and down nervously and he gripped Remus’ hand as they waited in the lobby of the vet’s office. “She’ll be okay.” His voice was noticeably higher than usual and he cleared his throat. “She’ll be fine. It’s just a cough.” A cough that’s been going on for four and a half days.

Remus hummed his agreement, though he hadn’t stopped twisting Hattie’s leash in his hands since they arrived. “Just a cough. Probably a cold, or—or something like that.”

The doors ahead opened and both of them stood as Hattie trotted out next to the vet tech, who looked rather amused. “What’s wrong with her?” Sirius asked, scanning her for any signs of illness. “Is she alright?”

“She is a very talented actress,” the vet said, rubbing Hattie behind the ears. She whined pitifully and cuddled into Sirius’ side. “Have you two been busy lately?”

“We’re planning for our wedding.” Remus looked as confused as Sirius felt. “Why?”

“Because Miss Hattie here is one of the healthiest, snuggliest dogs I’ve ever seen.”

“But she was coughing.”

“She was faking.” The vet knelt next to her and petted down her back, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t you, munchkin?”

“Hattie!” Sirius exclaimed, torn between relief and shock. “You little monster!”

Remus frowned and tapped her forehead lightly as he slid her leash on over her head. “We were so worried about you! Why would you do that?”

“She’s probably been sulking because you’re busy with wedding stuff,” the vet said with a smile. “Quite the drama queen you’ve got there.”

“Tell me about it,” Sirius huffed as he kissed her head. “Don’t ever do that again, young lady. You’re in big trouble when we get home.”

“Thank you for your help,” Remus said, shaking the vet’s hand. “We really appreciate it and we’re so sorry for wasting your time.”

“Are you kidding? She was the best part of my day,” he laughed. “All the other techs can’t stop talking about Hattie cuddles now. Have a good one, you three.”

+1: The Lions, the Media, and the Locker Room

Word spread like wildfire in media circles, and the rumor mill had never worked harder once news of the Black-Lupin wedding came out.

Naturally, the Lions decided to have a little fun with it.

“Pots! Pots, what can you tell us about Black and Lupin’s wedding?” Four different microphones were shoved into his personal space, but James put on his best confused face.

“What wedding?”

A wave of murmuring spread through the reporters. “So you weren’t invited to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin’s wedding?”

“There’s a wedding?”

Across the room, two other interviewers mobbed Thomas Walker in his stall. “Talker, do you know anything about Black and Lupin’s wedding?”

“Who?” he asked with a perfect act of innocence.

“Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t think I know them, sorry. Are they fans?”

“Talkie!” Remus tossed him a towel from the adjacent stall, and he caught it with a grin.

“Heads up, Loops!” Talker threw it right back and headed toward the ice baths with a wink to the cameras. “Good chat, guys.”

One of the interviewers muttered under their breath and hurried over to Pascal, who was still unlacing his skates. “Dumo, when is the wedding between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin?”

Dumo frowned. “Quoi?”

“The wedding. You were invited, yes?”

“Desole, je ne parle pas l’anglais,” he said regretfully. “C’est un…wedding?”

“Yes, the wedding between your teammates.”

“These words, I don’t know them.” His French accent was almost comically thick as he shook his head. “Desole.”

Out of view of the cameras, Sirius gave him a thumbs-up and reached over to high-five Pots.

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Songwriting and Fake Dating {2}

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a/n: hello guys! hope you’re having a good day/night so far, thanks for reading my work I really appreciate it. I appreciate every note, comment, repost, request that everyone sends in and I’m so glad that you guys enjoy my silly little pieces of writing lol...

However, I can’t take full credit for this so thank you so much to the kind people that sent me plot ideas, lots of lovee x

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The deal worked well. Luke kept his promise saying that he would keep everyone off your back, seeing you walk in with Luke Patterson kept guys pretty far away from you. It was like they knew that they shouldn’t mess with you, not only because you guys were together but because of how powerful you were both viewed as was insane. You guys were the school’s new power couple. That felt amazing.

Yet, as amazing as it felt it was still strange; the fact that the power couple wasn’t even really dating, and that you guys didn’t even like or talk to each other in the beginning.

Slowly but surely though, you got to know Luke. You knew there was always a little more to him than met the eye but after three weeks of you guys interacting with each other on a personal basis, you guys got extremely close. Too close for some people’s liking.

Of course, Luke wasn’t the only one that upheld his end of the bargain, you did too. Often, you found yourself thinking about new lyrics in school, jotting down scribbles in the corners of your textbooks and notes. Luke was right when he said you were an amazing songwriter. The rest of Luke’s band, Julie and the Phantoms, had been apprehensive when he got help from you to write songs, but after seeing something you wrote for them they were convinced of your talent and were very eager to have you write more songs for them.

Actually, most people were glad you were writing songs again. But no her, not Carrie. In fact, she was furious that you were writing songs for them, despite knowing of the deal. Instead of encouraging you and praising you for finally getting into writing songs properly and utilizing your talents, she argued with you for ‘helping the rival band’ and saying that you ‘didn’t care about Dirty Candy’. She knew that wasn’t true but the fact she still said it hurt you.

Yet, even though you and your best friend’s relationship was slightly fractured at the moment, you still arrived at her house for practice. New choreography had been introduced that you had to learn, and you heard from another Dirty Candy member, Kayla, that it was super confusing.

Naturally, you ended up at Carrie’s on Tuesday evening, ready for a night full of dancing, learning confusing choreography, and laughing with the other girls. You had been Carrie’s best friend long enough to know just to walk into her house without knocking, knowing that Trevor and Emily weren’t home, Luke would be up in his room, and Carrie too far away in the studio to hear you knock.

Treading through the house, on your way to go the studio you have your bag slung over your shoulder, subconsciously humming a song. That was until you hear someone call from behind you, “Y/n?”

Turning around, you see Luke there and give him a smile and a wave. He walks up closer to you, jumping down the stairs and landing just in front of you, rocking back on his heels. A smile lights upon his face as he opens his mouth, starting to speak, “I was messing around with the melody a little for this song you wrote, if you quickly came to my room I could show you on my guitar.”

Luke points in the direction that he came from, taking a step backward as you look at him unsure. He holds a hand out to you with a small cheeky smile, almost as if he knows that you’re itching to hear it. You quickly glance back in the direction of the studio before giving in, “Fine, fine, but be quick. I have choreography practice for Dirty Candy I can’t miss.”

Luke gives you a beaming smile as you place your hand in his, which he grasps before pulling you along the hallway, not leaving you too long to dwell on the studio session.

One second you’re just entering Luke’s room, letting him play you the chords on his guitar and giving him a few pointers, seconds later you guys are working on tweaking lyrics and you hear the girl’s chatter from downstairs. Wide eyes meeting Luke’s you realize that the girls are leaving.

Eyes glance over to Luke’s alarm clock and you realize it hasn’t just been a few minutes, it’s been two hours. Two hours of vital practice for Dirty Candy that you blew off for Luke, again. Carrie was not going to be happy if she found out.

However, luck doesn’t seem to be on your or Luke’s side as you hear a knocking sound from Luke’s bedroom door, “Luke?”

It’s Carrie. Eyes darting towards each other, Luke indicates for you to hide, helping you crouch down out of sight. You’re behind Luke’s bed, too scared to even peek over the comforter to stare at Luke’s bedroom door as Luke tells Carrie to come in.

When Carrie comes in, Luke’s bedroom is tidier than normal, fewer clothes splayed on the floor, but bedsheets still ruffled and a wide array of objects splayed on his desk and shelves, along with his bed. When she speaks to Luke, she walks closer to the bed, voice quiet.

“y/n didn’t show up for practice again,” You cringed at that, knowing that you were guilty of getting caught up in writing songs with Luke. However, you had never got caught up writing songs in Carrie’s house, this was a new low for you, “I just wondered if you had heard from her.”

Guilt bubbles in your stomach when you realize that Carrie sounds worried for you. She should be, you hadn’t checked your phone for two hours and the last time you texted her you said that you were on your way over. She expected better from you than to blow her off for her brother, and you should have too.

“No,” Luke dismisses, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shares a tight-lipped smile with his sister, who stares at him strangely.

“Okay...Wait,” Carrie starts to sigh but stops talking, allowing you to hear her feet come further into the room, her eyes catch onto something, “Is that...y/n’s? IS Y/N HERE WITH YOU?”

At the sound of her louder voice, you cringe physically. You can hear the utter betrayal and anger in her voice when she thinks you’re here. You knew that if she found out she would be livid but this sounded worse than you imagined. Much worse. Before you put Luke in an awkward position and make him lie to his sister, you stood up, eyes squinting slightly as you stared at the livid version of your best friend.

Her fists clench at her sides and she puffs her chest out as she looks at you, eyes widening slightly. Nothing is said as Luke looks awkwardly between the two of you. You open your mouth, looking at Carrie before hesitantly speaking, “Carrie, listen-”

However, Carrie wasn’t up for your excuses, storming out of the room. Without even looking over at the boy who stayed on his bed, you rushed out after your best friend, “Carrie, please!”

Grabbing onto her shoulder, you manage to get Carrie to stop walking away from you but instead, she whirls around angrily, eyes widened even further as she rejects your touch. She points a finger towards you and takes a menacing step forward, causing you to step backward, “You know what y/n? I was annoyed when you started writing for our rival band but now you’re blowing off practice to help them?”

Unable to speak, you simply watch carry with your lips slightly apart. You had seen Carrie mad before, but you had never had it directed at you. Her arms retreat from pointing threateningly at you and instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, scoffing at you, “It’s clear to see where your priorities lie. That’s it, you’re done. You’re no longer welcome in Dirty Candy.”

“Carrie please-” You begin to speak, almost pleadingly but she puts a hand in front of her, her palm facing you, like a sign to stop you from talking.

“I don’t even want to hear it,” She spits out, giving you a distasteful look, “get out of my house. You’re no longer welcome here.”

. . .

You walk with your head ducked when you’re in school the next day, books hugged to your chest. People don’t stare at you like they usually do, because neither Carrie nor Luke was by your side. Not only a sad reminder of what happened yesterday, but of the fact that you were nothing without your best friend. Everything with Luke was fake, Carrie was supposed to be your best friend.

How could you let her down like that?

How could you get caught up in a boy? Right from the beginning you and Carrie had a deal, that you would never let a boy get between the two of you, that you would never prioritize someone else over each other. You broke that, with her stepbrother of all people. You had two deals, one with Carrie and one with Luke, and you knew you had to pick between the two of them.

The only plan of action you could think to get back into Dirty Candy and back to being Carrie’s friend was that you apologized and begged to be in her band again, dropped Luke and hope that she took some sort of pity on your soul.

“Hey! Y/n!” You spun around, eyes looking up to catch onto the hazel eyes that jogged over to you, a book in his hand. He landed right in front of you, giving you a small smile as he indicated to the book in his hands, “You left this in my room yesterday...”

Your eyes glanced down to the notebook in his hand, the one that you were writing songs in, and a bitter taste fills your mouth. Yet another reminder of last night, and all of the mistakes you made. Shaking your head lightly, you took the notebook from the boy without a word.

“I know it’s probably best you don’t see Carrie right now, so how about you come over to Julie’s garage tonight?”

Looking up at him with saddened eyes, you shook your head as you muttered, “We can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean, y/n?” Luke asked breathily, eyebrows furrowing as he rocked on his heels. People bustled about the corridors but paid no mind to your conversation, too wrapped up in their own business but all of Luke’s attention was on you.

“This,” You repeated, using your hand to gesture between the two of you. You saw as his eyes fell to your hand, eyebrows raising slightly, “We can’t. Not anymore.”

He leaned closer to you, almost ensuring no one overheard you as he spoke lowly into your ear, “It’s part of the deal, y/n.”

“A deal we never should’ve made,” You started, holding your hand out to Luke’s chest so he couldn’t advance on you.

As you started up into Luke’s eyes, you frowned a little. Luke was a good person, and you guys bonded so well, not only over music, but tv shows, movies, common interests.. You guys just clicked. The past few weeks had been great, but you couldn’t put your best friend on the back burner just because of a few happy days.

“I got kicked out of Dirty Candy for our little deal,” You snapped bitterly, shaking your head wildly. Luke’s eyebrows shot up, mouth opening in shock as he stared down at you, “I lost my best friend. I’m sorry Luke but Carrie comes first. Over everything, especially our stupid little deal.”

With that, you walked away, leaving Luke in the distance. You didn’t even turn back to look at him...

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Invisible - Luke Patterson

Summary: You and Luke finally admit your feelings to each other.

A/N: My first time writing JATP...

Julie and the Phantoms Masterlist

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

The piano was more of a prop at this point than anything, practically holding you up as you leaned against it, tapping at the same key over and over, the pout playing on your lips unmistakable. Mrs. Harrison had given out instructions at the beginning of the month that she wanted an original composition by each student in the class. It was a simple enough assignment and honestly, you’d been finished for weeks now but there was no way you get up in front of the class and perform the song you had written.

When Flynn had badgered you last week you had sworn that you didn’t have a crush on Luke. He was just Julie’s bandmate and, of course, a ghost. “You always want what you can’t have, I was worried that included him.”

Luke, you were beyond positive, did not feel the same way about you. He was focused on the band and, possibly, figuring out what they needed to eventually crossover. Besides, you were pretty sure that he liked Julie. Their chemistry together on stage was undeniable and maybe it was just for show, but you doubted there was a chance with him at all. So, you lied and told Flynn that you didn’t like him but then every song you wrote lately was about him and you knew you could sing any of them in front of the class.

“Hey!”

“Crap!” You jumped, almost falling off the piano bench. You looked over to your bed where Luke was laying, sprawled across the comforter, smiling innocently at you. “You have got to stop doing that!”

Whatever had happened when the club stamps disappeared from their wrists, you couldn’t be entirely sure. All you knew was that you could actually hug them now, high five, fist bump, hold hands with. Alex had even attempted to give you a piggyback that had ended in a mess of limbs on the ground. But they were still ghosts. Cute, talented, way more attractive in a cut off shirt than he should be, ghosts.

“Sorry,” He sat up, swinging his legs around to hang off the side of the bed, “thought you were coming over to Julie’s?”

You cringed. You had promised to go to Julie’s to play them the song before Friday but you had chickened out. Maybe it wouldn’t be obvious to Luke or the guys but there was no tricking Julie or Flynn, they would know immediately that any song you sang was about Luke. You had essentially laid all your feelings out there for him and there was no way you could perform something so personal in front of him.

“I was...I’m just still...ironing out some kinks.” You shrugged, running your fingers over the keys experimentally.

You had spent plenty of late nights with Luke, in your room writing music, cataloging snippets of lyrics that you pretended weren’t about him but the truth was that he was all you could think about. The change they’d gone through after the Orpheum had only made it harder to deny how you felt.

“I thought you were finished your song,” Luke said, coming around the piano. He reached for the sheet music on the stand but you grabbed it first, shoving it back into your bag.

The look of hurt that flickered was quickly replaced by curiosity as Luke took a seat beside you on the bench. “It just needs some work.”

“What have ya got so far?” He asked, not letting up. Luke was nothing if not persistent, especially when he thought someone was holding out on telling him something and you definitely were. He leaned close to you, trying to goad you into showing him the sheet music.

“Nothing worth showing off, which is why I didn’t go to Julie’s,” you admitted, “I’m supposed to have a song by tomorrow and so far...I’ve got nothing.” Not entirely true but you couldn’t tell him the real reason you were avoiding Julie’s house.

Before Luke could answer you, your mom called up the stairs for dinner. It was a welcomed distraction, an excuse to leave the room and hopefully the conversation behind. Maybe you could write a song about your mom’s lasagna or going to the mall with friends once you were done dinner. Something superficial and dumb. You left Luke in your room and headed downstairs to eat.

That, of course, was your first mistake. Trusting Luke not to snoop was always a risk, he was a naturally inquisitive person, to put it nicely. The moment you left your room he was pulling your sheet music and your notebook out to see if the song you had written was as bad as you claimed it was. He skimmed the first two lines, smiling when he recognized the hook that he’d helped you with three nights ago when you couldn’t sleep and he was annoyed with Alex and Reggie.

He hummed along to the chords as he read the lyrics, not even realizing, as he went, that he was frowning. This song that you said wasn’t very good was fantastic but that’s not why he was upset. Whoever you had written about, it was obvious that you liked them, a lot. Thinking that he’d helped you write a love song for someone else stung more than he thought it would. He knew what Alex would say, that if anyone shouldn’t get together it was a ghost and a lifer but he couldn’t help the crush he had on you.

“Hey!” It was your turn to spook him, Luke’s head snapping up to look at you, eyes wide for a second before he grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry, just thought maybe a second set of eyes might help.”

“Luke,” you sighed, incapable of actually being upset with him, “I told you it wasn’t done.”

“It definitely is. It’s great, honestly.” He replied. He might not love that you were writing some guy a love song but he wasn’t gonna lie about your talent.

“Oh, uh, thanks.” You replied, standing on the other side of the piano, taking the first few pages to look them over.

“So, who’s the guy?” He asked. Luke’s inquisitiveness got the best of him every time...he couldn’t help wondering who had stolen your attention so much that you wrote about them.

“What?” You asked, looking up at him as if you were surprised by the question. You weren’t, you didn’t want him seeing the song because you knew that he would ask about the subject and you couldn’t lie to Luke. You wished you could, it would make things a whole lot easier if you could pretend like the song was about some guy from school but you hadn’t really ever liked anyone the way you liked Luke.

“The song...come on, who did you write it about?” He asked.

“No one,” you replied too quickly, “just, you know...a song. About, just like...made up stuff.”

“Made up stuff? I know you...I know that’s real emotion on the page and not some ‘made up stuff’. So...who?” He pushed.

“Like I said, no one.”

Luke nodded slowly, appraising the few pages that he still had in his hands, “okay, okay...I don’t believe you.”

“Well, you don’t have to but it’s true.”

“This is way too-”

“Luke!” You stressed, “just drop it.”

“Why?”

You groaned, sitting down on your bed and flopping onto you back, now he was going to antagonize you about why you didn’t want him to know who the person you liked was. And if he knew that, if he knew anything, you were positive that he would put two and two together and figure out that it was him. Luke called your name and you groaned again.

“Look I wrote the song about a guy that I really, really like who totally doesn’t even like me and like, I might as well be a ghost like you guys because I’m totally invisible to him and it’s so frustrating because...ugh.” You covered your face with your hands, mumbling through them, “I want him to like me but it’s never gonna happen.”

“Maybe just, tell this guy you like him...show him this song or something?” Luke suggested, every word feeling heavy on his tongue. The last thing he wanted to tell you was to go ahead and pursue this guy. “I mean, you’re you, who wouldn’t notice you or like you?” He certainly had and did.

“No way Luke,” you huffed, “that is like the last thing I wanna do...I do not need rejection right now.”

“Come on,” Luke got up from the piano and came over to sit with you on the bed. He grabbed your arms, pulling you to sit up with him. “No one in their right mind is gonna reject you.”

“I appreciate the confidence.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he laughed, prodding your sides with his fingers in an effort to make you laugh.

“Stop!” You pushed his hands away but he was already smiling.

“Look, I’ll even help you,” he offered, “tell me who you like and I’ll help you, ya know, tell ‘em.”

“How will you help me tell them?” You asked, skeptically.

“I’ll help you with the song.”

You bit your bottom lip, thinking over what he had said about you telling your crush and what he said about helping you. “Okay, will you play the guitar part for it? I think the piano is nice but I kinda wanna hear it with the guitar.”

“Yeah, totally.” He nodded, gulping down the feeling of dread that settled over him. He could just see it, this song going well and you landing this guy you were clearly crazy about. All those sappy lyrics you wrote about love and longing were all for someone else.

He grabbed the guitar from its stand as you made room on the bed for him to actually play. You listened to him play the opening chords, missing your que the first time and then stopping him before he could get to it the second time. You reached out and grabbed his hand.

“What’s up?” He asked, thinking he had played something wrong.

You knew this was a massive risk, one you could potentially regret forever. One you were certain you would regret forever. But you took the chance anyway. “I just, I have to be honest with you about the song...” you trailed off.

“What about it?”

“The guy I wrote it for...it was you.”

Time felt frozen for a moment as Luke sat there, taking in this new piece of information. “Me?” He finally said.

“Yeah...I really like you. I know it’s super crazy cause, ya know...but I can’t help it.” You explained. “So?”

A smile crossed Luke’s face, “how could you ever think that I wouldn’t like you back?” He asked, “I’m crazy about you.”

“Seriously?” You knew you must’ve looked completely shell-shocked but you couldn’t help it. You had written off your crush as one side for a while now and hearing him tell you that it wasn’t felt infinitely better than you could describe.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded. He pushed the guitar away so that he could scoot closer to you, his hand reaching up to lay on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss. You couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like, oddly warm, completely perfect, as if the two of you were meant to fit together like this. Luke pulled away first, eyes meeting yours as he licked his lips. “God, this feels so surreal.”

“Well, you are a ghost.” You joked, stealing another quick kiss.

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years

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DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

✯wordcount: 2.1k+

✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33

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angrymoontaeil · 3 years

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Boyfriend Material

Word count: 2.8k

Tw: none :)

Basically Chan gives you his hoodie after you were soaked by the rain... and you’re kinda sleepy

I wrote this at 3am with too much caffeine in my veins, I am sorry

Over your life, you had many spaces that you would call home. From friend's houses, to your own small apartments, to random hotels that were the cheapest in the city you currently resided in. It took many years for you to finally find a stable job with a stable income, and was able to complete online college for music. Finally, for once in your life you felt contempt.

After the many years, you settled down in Seoul. You had a couple of friends that you met online that lived fairly close to the city, and you were able to snag a job at a small coffee shop down the corner from your small apartment and also a producing job at a company called JYP. You worked during the day at the shop, refilling coffee cups, making over-priced coffees left and right for teenagers heading to school or adults with scowls plastered on their faces getting extra shots of espresso in their drinks. You then made your way down a couple blocks to JYP where you would enter the studio with other producers and create music with them.

Today, the weather cracked thunder in the sky and let the rain fall down in harsh droplets that completely soaked your hair and clothes. Your jacket wrapped tightly around your body as you tried to keep the remaining warmth of your body closest to you. You wished that you took a taxi from the coffee shop to the company. Although the fare would have been costly, it was much better than struggling to walk in the downpour.

Finally, after the walk that normally took at the very most 5 minutes took you three times longer, you reached the back entrance of the company and basically threw yourself through the door to escape from the cold. Your hair let small droplets of water splatter the floor and your shoes squeaked every time you moved. Huffing out a sigh you took your shoes off before your soaks were soaked anymore than they already were. You swung your backpack down to the floor and took a look inside. Your notebooks and work clothes inside were wet as well and thankfully you had none of your electronics or lyric books inside as your coworker here had them safe in her bag.

You tried to take light steps in the hallway. When you finally reached the recording room you opened the door and dramatically sighed and dropped your shoes to the floor. Your coworkers chucked at your antics and gave you smiles. Bowing, you set down your book bag to the floor and took off your coat that revealed an equally soaked sweater. One of your friends, Daehi threw you a glare when you sat down next to her and flipped your hair dramatically back to hit her in the face.

Daehi slapped your arm and refocused on your manager who was giving a rundown of some of the tracks you were to be helping with today. Apparently, Stray Kids were going to be doing a comeback in the next month or so and needed some finishing touches to the songs and you, Daehi and your other coworker Seunin will be assigned to work on them and the remaining will be working on a couple new backing tracks and mixers.

In your couple months of working here, you have seen and talked to only a couple members of Stray Kids. All of which were kind and polite and insanely talented. To say the least, you were excited to finally meet the full group as your coworkers and other artists would talk and give compliments about the members and the group countless times. Another reason you were excited was that you were the only one out of the other two with a major in music as the others had backgrounds in sound, light, and film design. You loved Daehi and Seunin with your whole heart, but it would be nice for once and a while to talk technical about music.

When your manager let the groups split off, Daehi gave you a slap to your arm before settling down in one of the chairs in front of the computer screens with the music program pulled up. You gasped and stood up to perch behind her as she plucked out random notes on the piano in front of the computer, the notes transferred to the screen in order and Seunin sat in the chair next to her.

Both of them settled into a conversation of the next stage that they were creating for the artists for their next program and you went back to the couch to try and relax before the artists came in. Needless to say, you were nervous. Your leg bounced and you fidgeted with your fingers in eagerness. Not to add onto the mess, you were also soaked to your socks and the cold just started to settle in.

"Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?" You looked up to see Daehi and Seunin giving you a questioning look. You nodded and looked down at your fingers which were now turning a light purple on your fingertips. "You don't look like it at all" She came over and knelt down at your feet and took your hands in hers, "what the hell! Your super cold!" Somehow you managed to smile at her weakly and she glared at you.

You were about to say that you were fine when the door opened. Changbin came in first, followed by Jisung who was talking a mile a minute about a dog. Hyunjin shoved Jisung through the door and followed was I.N and Seungmin. Minho and Felix walked through in a conversation, and Chan was last and shut the door behind him.

Daehi helped you up from the couch and you all gave bows to each other before settling walking over to the chairs in front of the computers. The members of Stray Kids stood behind you three and peered over your shoulders as you pulled up the files of songs with shaky hands. Seunin noticed your struggle and took the mouse from your hand and opened the files for you and pulled up the mixer. He also positioned the piano in front of you and gave a smile which you returned great-fully. You mouthed "thank you" to him before focusing on the screen to look over some of the notes of improvement.

The boys behind you and your coworkers joked around as you started up the recording system. Standing up, you made your way to the recording booth to set up the mics and headphones for the members who were still laughing at a joke said by Hyunjin. As doing this, you felt a constant pair of eyes on you. Still shaky and tense from the nerves and cold, you didn't want to look up and meet the eyes which never left your frame.

You left the booth and settled back down into the chair. You blinked a couple times and took a deep breath. Your head spun and your knuckles turned white at how hard you were clenching them, however your fingertips still remained a faint blue.

"Are you okay?" The voice scared you, making you jump and turn to Chan who bent down to your level and spoke with a calm demeanor. You opened your mouth to speak before a large shiver wracked your body. A heavy sigh left you and you smiled at Chan who looked concerned. He reached out slowly to your face and cupped your cheek in his warm hands. "You're... freezing," his words were hardly above a whisper as he spoke again, "do you have a change of clothes?" You shook your head no and he let his hand drop from your face to the armrest of the chair and spun you around to face him fully. "I have extra in my backpack, wait one second."

Chan rose to his full height and walked over to Minho and whispered to him before leaving the room. When he left, Minho looked at you and smiled before focusing back on Jisung who was telling another outlandish story.

"So... you and Chan, huh?" Daehi rolled her chair over to you and spoke in a sassy voice. Your eyes were still glued to the door and Daehi nudged your arm to make you look at her.

"Yeah right, he is just being kind."

"Hey, Y/N... is this going to take long? I really want to sleep today," Felix gave you a pleading look and poked at I.N who mimicked the same facial expression. You smiled and laughed at their antics.

"There is only one song that needs some working on, the rest are good until we have some more time." Like Felix and I.N all you wanted to do was curl up in bed under the soft covers and get some sleep before work tomorrow morning. However, you knew that there was a significant pile of work on your end that you wanted to finish before the weekend, and tonight was the only night you had enough free time to complete it.

"Really?" Seungmin perked up at your words with excitement and you nodded. He and Felix sprung up from the couch and ran into the recording booth and put on the headphones. The door opened again and you looked over to see Chan holding clothes and motioned at you with them with a large smile. His eyes crinkled and his messy hair was covered by a beanie and a hint of red spread across his cheeks when you smiled back at him.

You held your wet clothing in your hands, which the blue was slowly fading from. After you finished changing and looked in the mirror, you realized that your condition was a lot worse than you thought it was. Your lips were starting to turn blue in the corners and turned a tad paler than your normal complexion. Even though Chan was considered 'short' compared to other idols and even his own band mates, his hoodie was bigger on you and his sweatpants had to be tied tightly around your hips for them to not dip too low. His scent lingered on his clothes and it honestly calmed you, any of the fears that you had about recording with Stray Kids slowly drifted off your body. Slowly you made your way back to the recording room, sleep was starting to catch up to you and pulled at your eyes.

You gripped the armrests and stood up slowly from the chair. You shuffled slowly over to him and took the clothing from his hands, careful to not touch his hands in fear of further embarrassing yourself. "Thank you," You said before maneuvering past him and out the door. Once you closed the door, you let go of a breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. You held Chan's clothes close to you and made your way to the bathroom and change.

You pushed open the door with a yawn and shoved your clothes by your backpack. Chan looked up at you, and even though you missed it, the others saw the way he looked at you when you set your clothes away and made your way back to the chair. You grabbed the earbuds on the desk and put them in, and with new determination you started the music for Felix and Seungmin who were still in the recording booth.

"Sleep!" Jisung screamed when he swung open the the booth and jumped towards the couch and set his head down on Minho's lap. He closed his eyes and sighed, I.N joined him by jumping on top on Jisung who let out a screech and fell off the couch and onto the floor. I.N fell as well, with Hyunjin and Changbin laughing at the boys who groaned in pain on the floor. Chan was the last to exit the booth and you two made eye contact before looking back at the commotion of screams on the floor when I.N tried to scramble off of Jisung but managed to fall back on him when Hyunjin shoved him back down.

Daehi was clutching her stomach with tears in her eyes and Seunin was leaning on Changbin who both were laughing at the boys' antics. You smiled and laughed along with them, using the sleeves of the hoodie to cover your face to hide your huge smile and the tears starting to form.

Finally, I.N managed to stand with the help of Seungmin and Jisung hung onto Minho as they walked out of the office after saying goodbyes. The rest of the members bid their farewells as well with hugs and smiles and left. Daehi stretched out in her chair with a yawn and Seunin made his way to grab his stuff from the couch.

"I have to leave before the storm gets worse, I will see you both tomorrow," he bowed and left. Daehi did the same with a hug and said for you to get some sleep before work tomorrow and a promise to grab a coffee from you tomorrow. Finally, you were left to yourself, looking at the time at the corner of the computer screen, it read 12:05 am.

The time read 4:47 on Chan's phone. He still found himself awake at this ungodly hour and wandered his way back to the recording office. He opened the door still looking at his phone, the lights that were still on did not phase him until he went to go the desk and saw you asleep cuddled in his clothes. Your head rested on your arms on the desk and your legs were crossed on the chair. Earbuds were still placed in your ear and music still played on the screen on the computer. Chain closed the door softly and made his way over to your sleeping figure.

Files upon files of music still had to be looked upon and you knew you had to create at least two more backing tracks before you were going to be content with yourself. You buried your face into the sleeves and took a deep breath. You flinched back at the scent, you forgot you still wore Chan's clothes. They were so comfortable and it was relaxing that you wearing them left your mind. You looked up at the screen again you set to work.

He quietly removed the earbuds from your ears and moved to rub your back. You shifted at the movement but made no action to open your eyes, but made a noise of comfort before snuggling deeper into Chan's hoodie. "Hey," he spoke softly "can I move you to the couch?" You hummed in approval and you lifted your head up from the desk but still didn't open your eyes. Chan wrapped his hands behind your back and under your kneed and lifted you up. You wrapped your hands around his neck and nuzzled your face into his chest. If you were even remotely aware of what was happening, your face would have been a deep red but you were too sleep deprived to even feel embarrassed at your actions.

Chan smiled down at you curled in his arms. He enjoyed the warmth that spread in his chest as you hummed again when he set you down carefully on the couch. When he removed his hands from under your limbs, you opened your eyes and grabbed onto his shirt. "What time is it?" You asked quietly, Chan opened his phone once more.

"4:57, you need to sleep."

"And you don't? Why are you here?" Sleep tugged at your eyelids and you closed them and let go of Chan's shirt. He smiled and walked over to the desk and saved your work before turning off the pc and shutting down all the equipment.

"I am used to this, but you work a lot... you need your sleep."

"You know I work a lot?" You whispered and heard Chan come closer and you felt something cover your body and tugged up to your chin. You grabbed at the cloth and pulled it closer to your body.

"Yeah, many of the producers speak highly of you here, and I always see you leaving late. They say that even though you work at a coffee shop and here, you always pour your heart out. Does music mean a lot to you?" His voice was soothing and drowsiness took hold of your senses.

"Chan?"

"hmmm?" His hand made its way to your hair and combed through.

"Can you stay here? I have work in a couple.... I can make coffee..." Your words slurred together and you cuddled deeper into the couch.

"I will stay right here," his voice was a whisper at this point, you opened the blanket and Chan crawled in and hugged you close to his chest. His hand still remained tangled in your hair and the other wrapped around your waist. You did the same and hugged his body close to you and smiled. "You set an alarm, right"

"Shut up, let me hug you,"

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anon-rebel-writes · 3 years

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Something Simple

Hi! Hey! How’s it going? Good? That’s so good!

So I’ve been gone...Ha ha. I feel like I should have an excuse ready, and an apology, and a promise to do better in the future. But honestly, I don’t have...any of those.

Well I do have an apology, I’m sorry that I’ve been gone and kinda just left the internet. I don’t really look at social media as much as I used to (which honestly is super good for mental health, but kinda sucky if you do stuff on social media :P)

I haven’t had a ton of ideas lately, and when I do, I get frustrated with myself because it’s not the most amazing piece that I’ve ever worked on. I had a serious talk with my girlfriend (she’s seriously the majority of my inspiration for most of my works) and she said something that gave me an epiphany.

Sometimes you just have to make some sucky tea until you make the best tea of your life :) (I swear that makes more sense if you read the story lol)

I like domestic fluff. I like short and simple stories. So that’s what this is! I don’t wanna waste my time waiting fro inspiration to strike when I can make something to get me through writer’s block! So if you don’t mind my wacky schedule, I hope you enjoy this simple piece :)

It begins under the cut! <3 Ao3 Link

This should be easy.

It used to be easy for him when he was younger. When he was five, Luka would listen to the waves on the boat and hear a unique tune out of it. At eleven, his mom told him about an old tale she heard and he wrote lyrics based on it. Sixteen, Juleka would idly pluck her bass and he’d come up with three different songs just from the sound. Music was natural to him.

Now it was hard. Nothing inspired him. He was supposed to be a musical guy. How could this tear him down so easily! Maybe his life was too good now. No problems to sing about, no unrequited love songs, no daddy issues. His life was great! What happened to him?

After his dad came back into his life, he appreciated their little relationship. They would jam out and have fun, although it was still awkward to call him ‘dad’, it still seemed fine. He found out a lot of weird stuff with magic and identities when he was younger, but it led to Marinette confessing a huge secret to him. Misunderstandings got cleared up and they ended up reigniting their romantic relationship. After proposing to her last year, they got an apartment that was perfect for them.

Everything was perfect, really. Maybe that was the problem, everything was perfect. Juleka did tease him lately about “losing his edge”. Was his edge gone? His blue dyed hair was barely visible nowadays, any tattoos he got during university were usually covered up by his vast collection of MDC sweaters, even his ear piercings were replaced with whatever colored ones matched his outfit that day!

Maybe he was getting old. He was getting engaged to one of the sweetest people in the world, maybe her sugar-like sweetness rubbed off on him.

Was his music destined to be lost to the winds forever? Did all the talent leave his blood the moment he started settling into a domestic life? Juleka seemed to keep her musical charm, she still did small gigs with Rose in coffee shops every now and then. Ivan even toured around with his new band after university.

All Luka did now was make instruments. Was that even close to musical? His dad supported his career decision, despite intense protests. His in-laws helped him open a little shop. Everything was so easy and simple.

Even now, he waited for Marinette to come home so they could finish watching 'Halloween Wars'. He spends his nights watching reality television. Who has he become?!

It clearly led him here, on his couch, guitar in hand, with no progress being made. He wanted to make something fantastic. Something that Marinette would hear and be reminded of the songs he used to write for her. Luka would sing to her and he would tell himself how he “still has it”.

But nothing came out. No tune, no music, no notes, no lyrics, nothing. Luka sighed and put his guitar on the side of the couch and decided to take his mind off of music, at least for now. A little break should be good! Looking across the living room, he realized the utter mess he made.

Music sheets were scattered across the coffee table, pencils somehow found their way to the floor. Maybe he should clean up, just to have a clean environment to work in.

…

Or maybe he should make himself some tea. Tea always gets creative juices flowing! Not cleaning up, nope. That’s what people do when they’re avoiding stuff and Luka Couffaine does not avoid stuff! Especially not cleaning messes that look like a natural disaster hit his living room. Nope, not avoiding.

So that’s where Marinette found the love of her life two hours later after work. In the kitchen, making tea, warzone in the living room and his heart clearly broken. Opening the apartment door and seeing the utter chaos made her remember just who she was about to marry, but going into the kitchen and seeing the look of despair on his face when he realized they had no honey for his tea was just plain sad.

She took off her shoes and coat and walked over to where he stood, hunched over the counter, staring deeply into his bitter tea. Her arms wrapped around his middle and she let her head rest between his shoulder blades. “Lu? You okay?”

Instead of answering, Luka gently stirred the tea with a spoon and shook his head. “...we forgot to buy honey.”

“And…that’s the only reason you seem upset?”

One quick glance over to the living room definitely made her question if honey was truly the culprit. Then again this wouldn’t be the first time a Couffaine had caused trouble for something small. She’d never forget the shape of the boat after the Captain had lost her favorite headband.

“I… can’t make music anymore.”

Marinette slowly let go of his midsection and turned him to face her. She squinted at his face, trying to see if this was an elaborate joke. “Uh- No offense, but that doesn’t seem possible. I mean… music is second nature to you.”

“You don’t get it. I lost my edge! I’m not cool anymore. I don’t have daddy issues, or love issues, or school issues, or work issues, or-”

“Yeah yeah, you were an angsty boy. But music didn’t come from you because you were edgy. Music is just a part of who you are. Whether you have issues or not. And believe me, the songs you used to write for me were anything but edgy.”

Luka sighed and grabbed his cup of bitter tea. He looked in it and gave it to Marinette. “This tea sucks. It’s like my music. It doesn’t have that ‘umph’ that it needs to be good.” She looked into the cup and decided to take a sip. She let the flavor sit on her tongue for a bit and stared back into the cup, thinking to herself for a second.

“The tea isn’t great, I’ll give you that. But that doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just… simple. Nothing too extraordinary, nothing too disgusting. It just tastes like tea. And maybe you just need to make simple tea every once in a while before you can go back to making your delicious Luka juice.”

He chuckled at her analogy and took the tea cup back to give it one last sip. Honestly Marinette was right, although she always tended to be right about these things, the tea wasn’t awful. It wasn’t his favorite, but not every song is his favorite either.

She gave him a kiss on his cheek before heading over to their bedroom.

Luka decided to move back over to the living room to clean the area up a little bit. He put away the massive amount of paper and took most of the pencils from the area, leaving only one sheet of music, his guitar, and a single pencil.

He let out a deep sigh and sat back down on the couch, grabbing his guitar. He sat back and stared down at the music sheet on the table. “Something simple, huh?”

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A Wonderful Christmastime

Author’s Note: Well Hello All! I hope that you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying well! My tag-list is open and you know I love the validation of reblogs, shares, tags and adds!! I have been working on a larger OC story which has kept my from my Loki writings, but I entered a challenge posted by @toomanystoriessolittletime for the Christmas holiday. If you aren’t following, please do as she’s got a great little Advent Calendar of seasonal stories for you! One a day through the month of December!

I chose a prompt based off of my least favorite Christmas song. Ever. Like in the history of humanity. Like, my family torture me with it because of how much I dislike it. This story is a chance to take a little lighthearted revenge on Sir Paul McCartney and also, hopefully, help you all enjoy a Wonderful Christmastime! Also, isn’t this gif the cutest thing in the world? My thanks to the OP and creator for it... it’s amazing and I love Christmas Loki!! Pairing: Female Reader x Loki

Summary: Everyone has a favorite holiday song... when Loki learns which one you dislike, he uses it to his advantage. Warnings: Christmas holiday mentions, SMUT, Oral (F receiving) and MF Sex, also, the over use of a certain song that makes me, personally, crazy!

This was it. That perfect moment when all of the holiday hustle was behind you. Nothing to buy, nothing to ship, nothing to wrap, nothing to bake. It was all over. You had made it through another Christmas Eve.

Your well decorated tree sat in the corner, presents tucked below for you and Loki in the morning. The frittata was resting in the fridge along with the two bottles of Prosecco you planned to have with brunch. Hell, it was the holidays, after all.

But that was for tomorrow.

Tonight you were relaxing after an afternoon of family Christmas fun. Nieces and nephews, piles of shredded paper, stacks of snacks and so much laughter your belly muscles were sore. And through it all Loki had been a champ! Holding your hand, rubbing the small of your back, pulling out your chair; Loki had put the other partners to shame. Whether he was telling bawdy but tasteful jokes to the men who drank cheap beer around the TV, sharing hair care tips with your sister’s oldest girl or whispering with your mom in the kitchen, he was always where he needed to be. For the first time in ages, you had been able to enjoy the day fully, and you knew Loki was the reason why. After getting home, trading your dress and boots for comfy shorts and a sweatshirt, you padded into the living room. Loki was there, sitting cross legged, digging through your bag of swag. He had put seasonal music on in the background while munching through a plate of Auntie’s sugar cookies, two well poured goblets of red wine waiting to be had at his side. God, he was good. “Is one of those for me?” You couldn’t help smiling. Loki, looking like a little kid, over excited and surrounded by all the trapping of Christmas just felt so precious. It took him a moment to reply as he was solely focused on the handmade puzzle box your mother had crafted for all the guys this year, “Hmm? Yes… one’s for you…” Kissing the top of his head, careful not to dislodge his Rudolf blinking antler headband, a gift to Loki from your youngest nephew, you moved towards the couch. Sipping from your glass of wine, snuggled under the softest chenille blanket your sister-in-law could find, you sighed contentedly. Victory over the holiday season felt amazing. Now all that was left on your to-do list was eating, drinking, and enjoying alone time with Loki until New Year’s. Suddenly exhausted, you felt the lovely warm drag of drowsiness and snuggled deeper into the sofa. Shuttering your tired eyes, you listened as Loki stood up, off to hunt up some more food, no doubt. Visions of sugarplums danced in your head as you started to succumb to a sweet slumber. That’s when you heard it.

“The moon is right, The spirit’s up, We’re here tonight and that’s enough…” Groaning, wide awake now, you sat up with a shout, “Loki?!” Like magic his raven head popped around the doorframe, his reindeer antlers askew, a candy cane hanging out of his mouth, “Yes?”

“Um… question: What are we listening to?” Stepping back into the living room, his new holiday flannel shirt open at the neck, Loki leaned over you, husking playfully, “Music. At least, that’s what I believe you Midgardians call it.” “Ha ha. Yes, I know it’s music, but this particular song?” You couldn’t keep the tartness from your tone as you pressed your nose into the handsome one on Loki’s face. Pausing, listening intently, Loki cocked his head to the side. Singing along, his bells jingling, “Simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” “Ugh. That’s what I was afraid of!” Flinging a hand over your eyes, you grumbled, burrowing back into the cozy couch as a means of blocking out the obnoxious noise of the worst holiday song in the history of humanity. Making himself comfortable at your feet, pouring himself another glass of vino, “I like it. It’s simple. Direct. What are you doing? Me? I’m simply having a wonderful Christmastime!” From deep in the cushions, muffled but forceful, you pleaded, “Make it stop! Please!” “What for? It is still Christmastime, is it not? And we are enjoying a wonderful time, aren’t we?” Turning back to face him, a Scrooge-like scowl on your suddenly serious face, “I’ll do anything to get you to turn that off.” That got his attention, “Anything?” Sitting up quickly, you reached for your blanket only to feel Loki snatching it out of your grasp, “You said anything, darling.” Tugging on the plush fabric, practically pouting, “You’re not going to take my new fluffy blankie, are you?” “Oh no. That’s not nearly enough to stop me from playing my favorite Christmas carol.”

“It’s your favorite, now? Loki, you just heard it.” Waving your gripes away, pinning you under his arms and under your blanket, “I love it. It’s my favorite. You can’t mess with perfection.”

You wiggled, trying to free an arm or a hand, anything to help defend yourself from Loki’s soft, but effective attack, "Perfection? Loki, it's awful."

"I disagree. But…” Brushing a gentle kiss to your captive lips, making you melt into his warm touch, Loki made sure to keep you immobile. Unraveling under his ardent attention, you gave up fighting, focusing on Loki’s roving hands through the protective layer of your new throw.

Lost in his lips, you ignored the wretched recording still spinning, until sitting back with a sly smile Loki continued, “Regardless of my newly acquired antlers, I am a reasonable man. I'm willing to hear your side of things. Convince me, dove."

Looking up at him through your lashes, licking over your bottom lip that tasted of Loki's peppermint, it took you a moment to refocus on your argument. Sighing doggedly, “It’s just garbage. Too sweet, too synth-pop. It’s plastic. There’s no substance to it.”

At least Loki did you the service of considering your answer. He paused, listening to the offending tune, starting to hum along once more. “I don’t know. It sounds like church bells ringing. And I like when the kids start singing!”

“You couldn't. Those are two of the worst things about it! There’s not a single redeemable factor in it’s trite, super saccharine, four minute run time.” Agitated now and edging into anger, your voice kept rising, spurned on by the inability to get away from Loki’s plush prison, “Also, get off me!” “Can’t do it. But-” nuzzling into your neck, tasting along the tendon there, “-I can replay this song.” “That’s it!” Fury tinted your words as you tried harder than ever to break free of your fleece prison but Loki was brick heavy, unmovable, and impossibly giddy at your predicament. All things which only added fuel to your fire. Wriggling like mad, struggling to kick a foot free, you squirmed desperately for leverage. His response? A deep chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got, darling?” Laying those long, lanky bones on top of you, holding down the throw’s corners in a way that made fighting futile, Loki smirked at your distress, “I still don’t see why you hate it so much. It is a simple song because we’re simply having a wonderful Christmastime! It’s in the title after all.” With cheeks hot from exertion, fully frustrated and forced to listen to Paul McCartney’s bland holiday ballad start a second time, you nearly shrieked, "I hate it, Loki! Loathe it, really! The lyrics are basic, the keyboard is tinny, and Sir Paul is better than that!” “Is that all?” “No! It's even worse when someone else sings it, like those kids from Glee or an up and coming Country artist making their first holiday record!"

Beneath the blanket your chest rose and fell with bothered breaths. From rubbing against the couch your hair stuck up in odd angles and you could feel heat rising off your neck. How had you gone from almost asleep to a blanket related battle royale? Loki, taking advantage of your confinement, kissed your forehead sweetly, and the change in tactic caught you off guard. His lips grazed the tip of your nose as you huffed out a pout, eager to see where his mischief making would lead. Pressing his forehead to yours, that deep sonorous voice whispering lowly for your ears alone, "Not a compelling enough argument for me to turn it off, I'm afraid." And to your holiday horror the song in question started again. Grousing, "Don’t play it again! Please! I’m begging you!” “Already begging darling?” Thick with mocking, Loki slotted himself between your thighs, keeping you from fighting back with any power. Whining full out now, poking out your bottom lip, “Come on! Please, let me up and turn this off!” “Why, of course, my pearl.” With no effort on his part, Loki scooped you up, blankie and all, pulling you tightly to his chest. Gripping your bottom, his fingers firm through the cotton of your pj pants, he squeezed hard enough for you to yelp. “Hey!” But that’s all you managed before his talented tongue invaded your mouth. Now the only thing you could hear was the shaky exhale of your shared sighs and your own needy mewls when Loki started to withdraw.

Godly hands drew your thick and comfy sweatshirt over your head, leaving you bare against the cuddly softness of your new blanket, a perfect dichotomy to the heated hardness of Loki’s chest. With your arms finally free you tangled your hands in the long tresses of your lover, distracted from the awful music by his groan, “Easy darling.” But now that the tables were tipped in your favor, you had no intention of going easy on Loki. Not after his antics tonight, not a chance. Tugging hard enough for him to wince, you ground against his lap with a nip to his neck, “Turn it off then.”

“Now, why would I do that? Aren’t we still enjoying a Wonderful Christmastime?” Bouncing in his lap, purposefully teasing your mischief maker with a smirk, “We were until you let this terrible song play!” Laughing heartily, Loki stroked over your bare shoulder, one hand resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. “If I wanted to, my darling, I could change your mind. I could make you adore this song.” “Is that so, Odinson? I doubt it.”

“Doubt me? On this, Christmas Eve! When you know the feelin’s here that only comes once a year?” A confident nod was all he got for an answer. In a flash you were laying on the soft rug, your legs wrapped over Loki’s and your new blanket tossed to the side. Fiery kisses to your chest and neck led him to the shell of your ear where he hummed hungrily, “The moon is right, the spirits up…” Enjoying his mouth but not his music, you shoved against his shoulders, panting, “Don’t sing, just kiss me.” Licking into your mouth, Loki’s tongue obliged your need as his hands skated over the curve of your hip, breaking your kiss to croon, “We’re here tonight, dove… and that’s enough.”

“Loki… please stop…” You fisted his shirt, pulling at the buttons until his muscular torso was under your fingers, strong and solid. Pushing the plaid cotton off his shoulders, you let your nails drag over Loki’s naked back as you shifted your hips, subtlety be damned. He took the hint. Nipping a trail over your tummy, Loki kept his eyes on yours as he shucked your shorts, snorting, “No panties? Naughty!” “If that’s naughty, Loki, then what you’re doing to me is positively evil.” That made your lover grin, his eyebrows lifting in a wickedly Grinchy smile before caressing the inner skin of your thigh with his clever mouth. Slithering closer to your center, sweeping his tongue in swirls, you couldn’t help the excited shiver he created. It was enough to block out the terrible song now that you had something more arousing to hold your attention. Using those long, deft fingers, Loki parted your folds with a murmured moan, “You’re so wet, darling. Maybe you like this song more than you let on?” A curse for him and his rotten taste in Christmas music died in your throat as Loki connected to your sacred skin through a carnal kiss. Those strong forearms ensured that your knees stayed open wide as his tongue tasted, teasing your clenching cleft, humming with appreciation at your body’s response. Circling your clit, sucking gently before changing direction and licking your lower lips once more, Loki had you teetering on the cliff of climax in minutes.

Your stomach tensed, ready for release. Delicious waves of orgasmic bliss were pulsing through you, needing just a touch more friction, a little more pressure in order to crash over you. Gasping out incoherent whimpers, fingers ruffling Loki’s dark hair, you can’t fight the neediness that he’s created in you. It just feels so incredible, something Loki knows you’re enjoying, “Like that, darling?” Passion clouds your vision as your desire crests, unfulfilled, “You know I do, Loki…” Fingers slide sensually through your slit, his bright eyes on you, “How much? How much do you like it?” Shaking your head, still foggy with needs unmet, “So much, baby. I love making love to you so much.” Bumping against your swollen bud, pressing down firmly, Loki begins using his hands to entice you towards ecstasy. Two fingers enter you easily, delightful, sure, but not as filling as Loki’s hard member. Reaching for him, you want to lose yourself in loving and being loved by your space god, “Sing for me, dove.” Beseeching you breathlessly, Loki’s hand stills, keeping you at the fringe of falling apart. Waiting for your reply impatiently he asks again, “Sing, please.” “A song?” His reply is a shake of his dark head. Slowly, smoothly, Loki withdraws his fingers, only to press them into your yielding flesh once more, “Yes, my darling. Sing my favorite song!”

Sucking a bruise onto your inner thigh, those fingers of his spreading your walls, the exquisite pressure on your straining clitoris. Any one of these distractions would have been hard to concentrate through. Experiencing them all together? Overwhelming.

And that’s the excuse you would use to explain what happened next. “The party’s on… The feeling’s here…” As soon as the words left your lips, Loki’s attention resumed in earnest, “That’s it, dove! Keep going!” “That only comes, this time of year… Ah! Loki!” Loki watched you lustily. Your eyes half closed, legs splayed lewdly, a nervous grin on your face. He never wanted you more. Slipping out of his jeans, wasting no time, Loki guided his hardened cock into you with a satisfying sigh. Your response to his abundance? “Oh shit, Loki! Yes!” Snapping his hips against your pelvis, iron banded arms clinging to you, Loki stuttered, “I don’t hear you singing!” “We’re simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” How many times did you repeat the chorus? Hard to say. It became a mantra. A thing to chant in time with everyone of Loki’s deliberate and deep thrusts. This time, when you felt the familiar stirring of your satisfaction, Loki didn’t stop you. Encouraging you with a soulful kiss, his stroke surging in time with Paul McCartney’s crooning, you came apart in each other’s arms with a smile. The song started again and you couldn’t stop the giggles from bursting out of you, “What’s so funny, dove?” “You said you could make me like this terrible, horrible, awful song.” Sitting up and taking you with him, Loki chuckled as he kissed your hand, “Hey, don’t make fun of the best holiday song I have ever heard.” Pulling your new blanket around the both of you, “I still hate it, but-”

“But?”, his eyebrow arched in surprise, waiting for you to continue.

“But I don’t hate it as much.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, playfully ribbing you, “Do I have to force you into having another Wonderful Christmastime?” Biting your bottom lip, you returned the favor by sweeping a stray lock of Loki’s black hair over his shoulder, “Babe, you could make crazy, insane love to me each day and every night… and-” “And?” Kissing Loki lightly on the nose, you stood up on shaky legs and started towards the hallway. At the entry way you turned back letting the blanket fall to the floor, “-And Wonderful Christmastime would still suck.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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fangirling-allday · 3 years

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Invisible

Superstar Series Part Two

Part One

Part Two point Five

Part Three

Pairing- Julie and the Phantoms x reader

Warnings- Some swear words are used and mentions of homophobia, some angst

Word Count- 2399

Summary- Navigating life as a ghost is hard, the reader is having a hard time adjusting to it. With help of their friends they realize that they aren’t invisible, and that they helped others be seen as well.

A/N- I loved writing this and really enjoyed writing some backgrounds and memories for the band. I hope you enjoy this!! Once again I’m going to tag @meangirlsx @darlingsteveharrington and please go check out all the other work creator have been making on the @jatp-btr page

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Being dead was weird. You had no clue how your family was or what even happened to them, you also didn't know what happened with Bobby. You hoped that he was able to pull through and live his life. However, you were glad you had Julie. She was amazing. She was super kind, super talented, and a great help. Being a ghost is difficult, you had difficulties adjusting to it. It's weird to go from being seen to being invisible.

Do you ever wonder, when you listen to the thunder

And your world just feels so small

Put yourself on the line and time after time

Keep feeling inside that they don't know you're alive

Are you out of mind or just invisible

You spent a lot of your free time in the city. You were amazed by all the differences from what was basically a couple of days from when you last saw it. You loved seeing the new buildings, the new technologies, even the new styles. However, you didn't like having people walk right through you, not even seeing you.

You know that it would be impossible for someone to see you as Julie did, but the fact that Julie could have you hope that you wouldn't be invisible.

It also didn't help that you couldn't help Julie out with being able to get back in her school. You couldn't set up lights or plan anything. You felt invisible.

But singing at the beach with the guys brought a smile to your face. Even though they couldn't see you, they could hear you and connect with you. The boys were always there to make you smile, and you'd be forever grateful for them.

One night after spending a couple of hours in the city, you poofed back to the studio in tears. That night just seemed to tip it all over the edge.

You had hoped the boys would be busy doing their own thing, but as soon as you materialized in the studio, the boys were standing in front of you, worry sketched across their faces.

"Hey, hey, hey. What happened?" Luke was quiet as he approached you. He rested his hands on your shoulders and slowly dragged them down and back up your arms, comforting you.

"It's nothing," you tried to brush them away just as you did your tears.

"No, it's obviously not nothing, you're crying." Reggie stepped a little closer, not wanting you to feel overwhelmed.

"It's alright you can tell us." Alex replaced Luke's right hand, resting his against your left shoulder.

"It's just, I just feel like I can't do anything. Like I'm invisible. I mean, I know we technically are, but it just doesn't feel right.” The tears were now falling down your face.

“Oh y/n, it’s alright.” Luke wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a hug. You were crying into your hands.

Reggie’s hand rubbed up and down your back and Alex whispered reassurances in your ear.

When your sobs turned into quiet sniffles, Reggie cleared his throat and the boys all looked at him. He said someone you couldn’t quite understand, but the boys all started singing softly.

“But I won't let you fall, I'll see you, through them all, And I just wanna let you know, Oh, when the lights go down in the city, You'll be right there shining bright, You're a star and the sky's the limit, And I'll be right by your side, Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me, Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible.”

Those lyrics seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You stepped back from Luke’s embrace and let out a quiet giggle. “What was that?”

“Oh, that was just part of a song I was working on before we, you know,” he made a dead gesture with his hand.

Reggie finished for him. “He never finished it, but he shared it with us one day and I thought you needed to hear it.”

“Thanks, guys, you’re the best!” You pulled them all back in an embrace.

You know these boys would help you be seen.

Do you ever think of, what you're standing at the brink of

Feel like giving up, but you just can't walk away

And night after night, always trying to decide

Are you gonna speak out or get lost in the crowd

Do you take a chance or stay invisible?

The next few days were rough, but the boys helped you through it. You had asked what inspired Luke to write the song and he mentioned a memory you’ve almost forgotten about.

It was the early 90s, and Alex had just come out to his parents. You knew that Alex was stressing before that, but now that his parents didn’t seem to accept him left him on edge. His parents now acted differently around him and your heart broke.

You and the boys were so supportive of Alex but you knew that it really hurt that his parents didn’t accept him. Many nights he was in the studio, with your arms wrapped around him trying your best to comfort him. Almost every night you both would fall asleep like that and wake up with a blanket over you-which you both assumed Luke did.

One night, however, was different than the rest. Alex never specified how his parents treated him before, but that night he let it all out.

“I can’t do it anymore. They act as if I’m invisible.” He cried into your chest. You both were laying on the couch like you’ve done for all those nights before.

“Alex they’ll come around, if not you have us.” Luke tried. He, Reggie, and Bobby sat around the couch, taking up the chairs and the coffee table.

“But they shouldn’t have to come around, they should treat me the same because I haven’t changed. I’m still there, but they act as if they can’t see me anymore.”

“Shhh... it’s okay, I got you.” You whispered into his ear while rubbing his back. After moments of silence, you spoke up again. “I won't let you fall, I'll see you, through them all, And I just wanna let you know you’re not invisible to me. You’re not gonna be invisible.”

You all stayed quiet. A while after, Bobby went to bed. Reggie followed soon after. And no matter how hard Luke tried to fight it, he fell asleep as well, leaving only you and Alex up.

“Hey, thanks y/n, I really appreciate you. You’re-you’re like my very own superstar.” Alex lifted his head slightly to speak.

“Anytime. You ready for bed?”

And you fell asleep again, with each other’s warmth surround you.

“You used what I said that night as lyrics?” You were both confused and honored.

“Of course. Those words really helped Alex out, and you know he still felt invisible so I wanted to try and make him feel even better. I just wished I would’ve finished it.” Luke spoke, twirling around and throwing his hands around in slight disappointment.

“Hey, I’m sure we could try and finish it if you’d like.”

“Yeah, it would be just like old times.” He smiles and you felt one creeping up your face.

But I won't let you fall

I'll see you, through them all

And I just wanna let you know

Oh, when the lights go down in the city

You'll be right there shining bright

You're a star and the sky's the limit

And I'll be right by your side

Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me

Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible

After having that conversation with Luke, you spent a lot of time-of course when you weren’t working on Julie and the Phantoms, the new band that Julie created with the guys-thinking about the past and all the memories you had with the boys.

You know that the boys called you their superstar all the time, but you never really put much thought into it back then. But now, all you could think about was how you all helped each other.

The band had just started to gain fans, most of them being girls.

Luke got most of the attention, with Reggie not that far behind. Alex got more attention than he would probably like, and the girls didn’t seem to know he was gay. But Bobby seemed to be overlooked. Sure he still got attention, but it wasn’t as much as the others. You knew that it was hitting him hard, but he didn’t want to bother anyone so he kept it all inside.

One practice he seemed to finally let some frustration out.

“God Bobby, what’s crawled up your ass and died?” Luke exclaimed. He was frustrated. Bobby has been making them all restart any song that they messed up at, even if it was the smallest mistake.

“Nothing man. I’m just trying to make us good. Mistakes won’t get us into the Orpheum.”

Before Luke could say any more, Alex spoke. “Okay, what’s really going on?”

“Nothing man, let’s just continue practice.”

Reggie stayed silent, you knew fighting made him uneasy so you got up from the couch you were sitting at and rested your hand on his shoulder. When he turned to face you, you gave him a small smile to which he returned.

Looking back at the other boys, you finally spoke up. “Bobby, we know something’s eating you alive, and we know that you won’t be able to finish practice so why don’t you tell us what’s on your mind? We could help. And don’t be saying any bullshit excuses, just tell us the truth.” You knew that he wouldn’t listen if you didn’t put a little harsh truth behind your words.

He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He set his guitar on the stand and sat down in a chair. “It’s just- look I'm not trying to be petty or conceited or whatever, but, no one seemed to notice or care about me when we’re performing. Look I’m happy for all of you, I really am, but I feel invisible in my own band.” He looked to the ground. “It just seems as if no one appreciates me.”

Your face softened at his words, and Luke’s anger seemed to disappear.

You took a few steps towards Bobby, however, he quickly got up when he noticed your advances.

“Hey, look I know it’s stupid so let’s just continue practice.”

You stopped walking towards him when you heard a voice. “Hey, it’s not stupid. It’s completely understandable, you work so hard and feel as if you aren’t recognized.” It surprised you that Reggie spoke up. He moved past you and stopped in front of Bobby. He placed both his hands on his shoulders. “It’s only the star man, I’m sure you’ll be picking up the chicks in no time.”

That caused you all to burst out laughing.

When the laughter quieted down you spoke up. “Hey, you aren’t invisible to me.”

“Thanks, y/n.” He rolled his eyes. “What would I ever do without my superstar?”

“I don’t know, probably die.” That caused you all to burst into laughs again.

You hated that Bobby stole all the songs Luke worked so hard on. But you knew that he was going through something difficult so you wouldn’t be the one to judge.

Gotta look far, I'll be where you are

I wish you could see what I see

So don't ask why just look inside

Baby it's all you need

And I don't understand why you won't (you won't)

Take my hand and go

'Cause you're so beautiful

And every time that

Once Julie found out about what happened at the Hollywood Ghost Club, she was hurt, but she eventually came around knowing that it was the only thing that would save you all.

Getting a gig at the Orpheum this time around was a little easier being ghosts and all, but it was just as stressful, probably even more. When you finally got it, you all erupted in cheers, and happiness filled through you.

This is what you wanted, but a little part of you was upset that you would be leaving Julie. Julie had become a part of your little family with the boys and you weren’t quite ready to let her go.

You sat on her bed, trying to help her pick out an outfit to wear for the gig.

“Ooo, that’s really pretty!” You exclaimed when she pulled out a purple dress.

“Yeah, and maybe I would pair it with a jacket.” She pulled out a couple of her jackets.

You sighed. Julie looked over at you and noticed your down face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I’m just kinda bummed that we’re going to leave you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh don’t be talking like that, you’re going to make me cry! But hey, I really need to thank you for all that you’ve done.”

You looked at her confused. You didn’t do anything for her, in fact, she has done the best things for you. She let you be seen by all when you played with her and she was going to help you cross over.

“Don’t give me that look, you and the boys helped me so much with my mom and music. I feel as if I’m not invisible anymore. I couldn’t have done all this without you.”

Tears filled your eyes. “Oh Jules, you made me not so invisible anymore either. And I can’t help but thank you.”

She pulled you into an embrace. “God I’m going to miss you.” She whispered into your shoulder. “It’s not going to be the same without you here.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.”

This would be for sure a memory you would keep with you forever. Whenever you would think you were invisible, you would remember all the times you helped others not feel like that and those who do the same for you.

Oh, when the lights go down in the city

You'll be right there shining bright

You're a star and the sky's the limit

And I'll be right by your side

Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me

Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible

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strawberry1212 · 3 years

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“IU - Celebrity” Analysis

THE QUEEN HAS RETURNED!!!

I know it’s unhealthy to simp for celebrities...but IU is an exception. I have been rewatching her new comeback an unhealthy amount of times so I thought I’d share some things/details/background info :))

1) Background

So IU wrote about the lyric writing process this time and OMG I have to copy and paste her whole statement bc it’s so beautiful:

"I have a friend who has often been treated as an eccentric person due to her eye-catching outfit, her unique taste, dynamic talents, defensive mechanisms stemming from shyness, and a personality that clearly knows her preferences. I loved her even more because of these unique characteristics of hers, but for the same reasons, she has been living under more scrutiny and hateful eyes. These are the words I wanted to tell my 'unusual friend' that turned into the lyrics to this song but as I worked on the song, I realized that this is also my story as well. After completing the song, I thought that anyone can be the main character to this song. I'm sure everyone has felt left out at least once in their lives because they dont' meet the standards others have made. I want to tell everyone, including my friend, who were born rough around the edges but special. You are not a person from the star (common saying in Korea to mean someone weird/different) but are like a star."

OK THIS IS SO CUTE!! Because like first of all it’s so poetic...the play on words with you are not from the star, but a star yourself. And the fact that we are getting yet another song from IU that is not another romantic song. One of my long standing frustrations with the music industry (American, Korean, and Japanese), is songs tend to always center around romance, and IU tends to break those stereotypes (Bbibbi, Palette, 23, I-Land, 8, just to name her title tracks), and not only that but the fact that this is about her friend is just so beautiful T_T. Also did anyone else think of Sulli when they read this? Sulli was known for her eccentricity, different style, and being misunderstood, but the translation writes “I have a friend” in the present tense...so idk.

And just her wanting her fans/listeners to feel like the main character (ಥ﹏ಥ) (I’m not crying you are). This is especially such an important message for Korean and Asian fans in general. I only have my experience in Japan to speak to, but Asian collectivist cultures really punish those who stray from the norm, which not only ends up discouraging those from being unique and themselves, but also impedes social progress (feminism, environmentalism, social justice, animal rights, etc.).

And I also think it’s key where she wrote “as I worked on the song, I realized that this is also my story as well,”--more on that theme later when I break down the music video.

2) Music Video Analysis

The star motif

So she sort of does a play on words by putting a lot of star stuff in, star being another word for celebrity. And as the lyrics “You're a star painted with a left hand,” she’s talking about how this person isn’t the perfect/usual star, but perhaps a crooked/left-handed one...like the one shown to dot the “i” in the first image of the music video:

The star motif also features later around 1:09 in her dance, she draws a star with her finger.

The music video story

So basically it seems IU is playing two people--one is herself, a celebrity type figure dressed in glam clothes, and the other is the unique, “star” character (a stand in for her friend that she wrote the lyrics about). IU sings about the “star,” “A troubled outsider The walk, the style Through the earphones The music is all minor You have no idea Above your lowered head What the bright lights are Shining towards.”

The music video shows IU in glamorous clothes:

While this “star” character is in her unique/non-glam clothing, walking through the crowd.

We can also sense IU’s isolation, she’s dressed like a princess in this glamorous pastel pink room, but she is alone, and the lights flash almost ominously outside, like the constant threat of paparazzi/people always surrounding her wanting to look in on her life:

Or how the clothing racks gradually disappear, revealing her standing alone worriedly:

The next we see IU standing off to to the side (I believe it’s IU bc she’s in an undercover outfit, but it’s clearly very glamorous), as she hides from fans chasing her:

When the crowd passes, she looks around and catches sight of “star” IU, and is seemingly very taken by her unique beauty:

IU chases the “star,” but loses sight of her, and is once again alone:

The irony here is that a) despite being adored and chased by many, the celebrity IU feels alone, and that b) despite being this glamorous celebrity, celebrity IU adores this unique “star,” that is just living her life, and not universally adored like celebrity IU. Celebrity IU almost seems envious of her freedom and unique style. But as the lyrics say, she also is upset at the way society treats the unique “star:”

“Your weary face looks like/ Someone powered you off/ The heartbeat went too quiet/ The glow you have/ The imagination, identity/ Are on a diet” “

These lyrics I had the most trouble with...I think it means the “star”’s imagination and unique identity are being starved/mistreated by society, like they are being forced to put on a diet.

Next we have:

“You have no idea/ Still not fully bloomed/ Written for you/ A bygone love poem” as celebrity IU works, it seems, on a love poem for the “star.”

Here the star motif features pretty literally, as she is surrounded by her poem writing as the stars fall across the sky. The “written for you, a bygone love poem” could also be a reference to IU’s other song, Love Poem? Also going back to how this could reference Sulli, I could help but be reminded of how IU wrote the song “Peach” about Sulli’s beauty and how much she adored her friend.

Next we see IU in front of this huge tapestry of celebrity IU, but this time she is wearing a dress studded with stars, and looking further up. She passes through the tapestry, and this could be like a sign of her growth? Like moving past her huge blown up celebrity image of herself to find her true self in a star studded dress?

She then enters into a dark vacuum where she is surrounded by people dancing with lights (another continuation of the star motif):

I think this is the turning point to the music video. Because now it is celebrity IU surrounded by stars. The next scene shows the people (all the people that once chased her) simply walking past her on the steps, perhaps alluding to how fame is ephemeral. She looks unsure and insecure here.

The next scene is most steeped in symbolism; she is in the same room that she was in alone before looking out at the city, but now the curtains are drawn (symbolizing privacy?) and IU reaches out towards an identical version of herself. Now the line between celebrity IU and “star” IU becomes blurred:

It seems that the left is “star” IU, and the right is celebrity IU, who continues to pine and look up to an almost indifferent “star” IU. “Star” IU gets up to leave, and morphs back into her “star” outfit from the beginning of the video, re-affirming that this is in fact “star” IU.

When celebrity IU notices she’s gone, she rushes up to find her (again paralleling her chase at the beginning of the music video), but when she goes to where “star” IU disappears, she is simply confronted with a mirror: she was the unique star all along!

In a sense, the message here could be that our own unique beauty may seem obvious to everyone else (the viewer knew that “star” IU was the same person (IU) as celebrity IU all along, but it took celebrity IU the whole music video to figure it out.

Almost as if this whole sequence has been inside celebrity IU’s head, she seems to come to this realization on a red carpet surrounded by flashing cameras:

Here she breaks the fourth wall, looking directly at the camera, as if to now realize: “I have been my own unique “star” all along.” She looks at the camera as the music sings, “you are my celebrity,” perhaps to mean that the viewer is her celebrity, or that she herself is her own celebrity, and runs off, away from the cameras (as if running away from her fame for a moment), in her beautiful red dress, free and confident at last. In the past she has always been running to chase “star” IU, but now she seems to be running simply for herself:

Messages/themes:

I think there are a couple of final messages here, and it is truly to IU’s credit that she was able to pack so many themes/messages into one music video. I think the dynamic I’m most interested in is how it runs the age old theme of the harms of celebrity fame, but it puts a very unique twist on it. While it shows the isolating aspects of fame, it also has a positive spin, that the love and affection bestowed upon celebrities isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but rather that we should redistribute that love and affection towards those closest to us, and see each other the way IU saw her friend. It also shows that fame and adoration don’t matter when you are insecure in yourself, given the irony of celebrity IU chasing after “star” IU.

This message that what matters most is cherishing and being cherished by those closest to you is interesting, because it can apply to both celebrities and non-celebrities. Celebrities may be adored, but it can be superficial, so they need the genuine love of close friends. Conversely, non-celebrities may feel super connected to their celebrities, but ultimately they need real life close friends. I think the message serves to both humanize celebrities in this way, while also saying that non-celebrities, and even weird/eccentric people, are deserving of the love and adoration we usually only reserve for picture-perfect celebrities.

I think perhaps the most poignant part, is the message of self-love: how at the end she realized that perhaps despite being pigeon-holed in certain ways as a public figure, she can reclaim her unique, beautiful parts. How we can be envious of others who seem set on their unique path and unafraid, but that we are unique and different too.

Also can we talk about how she served LOOKS!!! All of those outfits were GOLD. Anyways, I hope her music and its message reverberate with people who feel undeserving as “outsiders” and being eccentric. Being different is amazing. And as IU suggests, even though we may not be pop stars, we are all “celebrities” to someone. As the saying goes, “to the world you may just be one person, but to one person you may be the world.”

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jeonronwoo · 4 years

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Little Vistor → Jackson Wang

anonymous asked: Can I request 79/87 for Jackson (Got7) please 🦋

Prompts:

79. “You’re such a ladies man.”

87. “Dude! She beat the shit out of you.”

Requested.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: A few curse words.

Genre: Fluff, Comedy.

“What? For Two months?! This is great! She is an angel, of course he’d be okay with it. Alright, I’ll see you soon, bye.”

You ran excitedly into your husband’s studio down the stairs and knocked on the door, when you entered he looked up and smiled at you.

“Hey babe, you look very excited, what happened?” Jackson asked as he motioned for you to come.

You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck still smiling you answered,

“My brother and his wife are going on a vacation for two months, and they’re going to let Bora stay with us the whole time! Isn’t that amazing?!” You said and noticed Jackson’s smile flattered slowly, causing you to frown at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked your voice soft.

“It’s nothing, it’s just Boraـ”

“I thought you loved Bora..” You cut him off, he nodded quickly.

“I do! It’s just that, she doesn’t like me very much.” Jackson mumbled.

You eyed him strangely, you didn’t know what made him say this. Jackson was an amazing uncle to your nieces and nephews, he always gave them gifts, played with them, and loves them so much. And they loved him just as much, you didn’t know what made Bora an exception.

“You’re silly, Bora loves you like the rest of the kids do.” You said and he huffed and pouted slightly.

“She hates me Y/N.. Remember last Christmas what happened? She said she wanted to show me her snowman that she built outside, and guess what happened? She locked me outside and I was freezing to death!” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.

“Maybe she was bored and wanted to have some fun, maybe she didn’t mean to.” You said and Jackson looked at you scoffing.

“Oh yeah right, you remember how there was a food fight? You know what did Bora do?” Jackson asked as you remembered the accident and laughed loudly saying.

“Dude! She beat the shit out of you.”

Jackson sighed and you stopped laughing rubbing his shoulder. “Okay maybe she dislikes you just a little bit, but, now your time to shine, we have two months of her staying with us, maybe you can get her to like you.” You said and pressed a kiss to his temple.

He sighed and nodded silently, you knew he was feeling bad that she dislikes him, Jackson really loved your niece, but she always gave him the cold shoulder, and he doesn’t know why. He tried everything to get her to like him, but it was all in vain.

You noticed he seemed a bit down, so you asked him to let you listen to the song he was working on, he put the headphones around your head and pressed play. The beat filled you and you smiled, you’ll always be proud of your husband, he was talented for real, and he was a good husband to you.

After you finished the song you smiled at him, and he could see that he had done a good job, you were his favorite criticizer, and he couldn’t confidently release anything before you listened to it, and he knew you were grateful for that.

“I think that was perfect, good job, baby.” You said and kissed him on the lips, he smiled and kissed you back. But you were interrupted by the door bell ringing.

“She’s here!” You said excitedly and ran to the door. Jackson took a deep breath and followed you.

You opened the door and saw your brother and his wife standing at your door step with smiles on their faces, you jumped and hugged your brother tightly.

“Alright, you’re going to suffocate me!” He said, you scoffed and pulled away, and then hugged his wife.

“I’m so sorry if we’re bothering you, but you’re the only ones we trust to take care of Bora.” Your sister-in-law said.

“Of course not, don’t be silly!” You replied then turned to Jackson, “Baby, can you please take Bora’s suitcase to the guest bedroom? Thank you.” You said and watched as he carried the small suitcase and went upstairs.

You turned back to your brother and his wife, “So, where’s she?” You asked, your brother grinned and went to the car to bring your niece.

You saw her sleeping and awed at the sight of her chubby cheeks resting on your brother’s shoulder, you opened your arms and he rested her in them. You looked at your sister-,in-law quietly asking if you could wake her up, she nodded and you bounced Bora a bit on your hips.

“Boo, wakey wakey.” You whispered in her ear, she opened her eyes and once she saw you she grinned and threw her arms around your neck.

“Auntie Y/N! I missed you so much!” Bora exclaimed and you chuckled kissing her cheeks.

“I missed you too sweetie, guess who will be spending two months with their aunt?” You asked and she laughed pointing to herself, “That’s right, are you super duper excited?!” You said and she quickly nodded.

“Alright, we’ve to go now. Baby girl, be good for auntie Y/N and uncle Jackson.” Your brother said causing Bora to frown at him.

“No! Uncle Jackson is silly!” Bora said, and you snickered quietly.

“Bora! We don’t use this word except for a nice thing! Now, please be good, mommy and daddy have to go now. I love you.” Your sister-in-law said, as you let her hug her daughter, and your brother took a turn too.

Then you carried her again and raised your hand to wave to your brother and his wife, “Say bye to mommy and daddy.” You said and she waved at them too.

You both walked inside the house, you saw Jackson in the kitchen preparing lunch, so you decided not to interrupt him. So you took Bora’s hand and walked to her room. You bathed her and helped her putting on some new clothes. You decided to ask her why she doesn’t like Jackson.

“Bora, why don’t you like uncle Jackson sweetie?” You asked.

“Because he isn’t sharing you, and that’s mean, I don’t see you as often because he took you away.” She replied pouting.

Then it hit you, she was jealous. You weren’t with Jackson when she was first born, you and Jackson have been together for two years then you got married six months ago. And you left your parents’ house.

“Oh, but auntie loves him just like she loves you, and it hurts me that you don’t like him, can you please be nice to him? He makes me happy.” You said and she looked at you.

“Okay, I will think about it.” She replied and you smiled at her amused.

“Thank you, now. Do you want to go downstairs and watch some cartoons?” You asked and she nodded.

You took her hands in yours as you walked downstairs, you saw Jackson still standing in the kitchen, you turned around to look at her and sat on your knees in front of her.

“Can you please go tell him hi? It will make auntie really happy.” You whispered and Bora looked at you before nodding.

She walked over to him and patted his thigh, Jackson turned around and looked down at her and smiled widely.

“Hi uncle Jackson.” She said, Jackson looked up at you excitedly and looked down at her again.

“H-Hi Bora! How are you?” Jackson asked smiling.

“Fine. There auntie Y/N, I told him hi.” Bora said and you mentally face palm, she walked back to you.

You noticed how Jackson seemed disappointed, so you just shut up and turned on the TV and watched cartoons with Bora.

***

You put Bora to sleep and went back to yours and Jackson’s bedroom, you saw he was scrolling through his phone, you smiled and got under the covers with him and cuddled into his chest.

“So, I talked to Bora and asked her why she doesn’t like you.” You started, he stopped scrolling through his phone and turned to you.

“Really? What did she tell you?” Jackson asked.

“Well, she thinks you aren’t sharing me with her, she’s just jealous. You know, before we even met I used to babysit her all the time, and now we’re married, she doesn’t see me as she used to.” You explained.

“Oh lord, I’m a terrible human being, I took you away from your family, I’m a monster!” He said but he was smiling, you hit his side.

“Stop saying this!” You chuckled and got up and straddled his waist.

“No really, I’m a terrible uncle.” Jackson said, you shook your head no and smiling at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she will like you in no time.” You answered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“And why do you think so?” He asked and you simply answered.

“You’re such a ladies man.”

Jackson laughed loudly at this and you smiled at him glad that you could finally get his mind off of this topic, even for a couple of minutes.

***

For two weeks, you and Bora bonded and you always made time for her, you tried to include Jackson with you two, but Bora always ended up kicking him out because he was interrupting your girl time.

Until one day, it was a rainy day, and it wasn’t hard to tell that there would be a thunderstorm even! You unfortunately had to work late, and you sent a message to Jackson asking him to put Bora to sleep.

He sighed and walked up the stairs till he reached into Bora’s room, he knocked on the door and peeked his head inside, he saw Bora colouring on the floor.

“Hey Bora, auntie Y/N has to work late, do you want me to put you to sleep?” He asked and Bora looked up at him uninterested.

“No.” She answered bluntly, Jackson nodded used to her rejection and walked back downstairs to continue with the album.

By now, it was pouring rain and the thunder’s roars echoed through the house, but Jackson was unbothered and kept on working on the album, and writing down something about the lyrics, then Jackson heard small footsteps running and then a soft, scared voice spoke.

“Uncle Jackson?”

He raised his head and saw Bora standing there and was clutching her plushie, the thunder boomed again and she gasped loudly and whimpered.

“C-Can I stay with you? I’m scared of the thunders..” Bora said and Jackson looked at her wide-eyed before nodding quickly.

He opened his arms for her and she buried herself in them, he smiled quietly, and sat her down on his lap. He noticed she was still shaking, he took of his headphones and put them on her head.

“There, why don’t you listen to the song I made, would you like that?” Jackson asked and Bora nodded excitedly causing him to squeal internally.

He pressed the play button as the beat filled the quiet living room, she sat and was enjoying the song. After the song stopped, Bora looked up at Jackson and smiled.

“It’s really good! Did you do it all by yourself?” Bora asked and Jackson nodded smiling.

“Yeah! Do you think I should release it?” He asked and she nodded her head rapidly.

They talked back and forth bonding more, and Jackson could feel that Bora was becoming more comfortable around him. He looked at his watch and sighed as he stood up and put Bora on the floor.

“Okie dokie, I think that’s enough for today. Let’s put you to bed.” Jackson said as he picked Bora up and went to his room as he didn’t have the heart to leave her sleep alone.

He put her to bed and made sure she was covered securely, he was about to leave to grab something, but Bora grabbed his hand.

“Please stay uncle Jackson, can you read me a bedtime story?” She asked and Jackson was grinning at this point.

He joined her in bed and she cuddled into him almost immediately, he took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand and said wrapping his arms around her small frame.

“Alright, I’ll tell you about the first time I went on tour!”

***

You went home completely exhausted, and the fact that you had to wait until the rain stopped was even tiring. You went to check on Bora, but didn’t find her in the room. You started to panic and went to your bedroom to tell Jackson that she was gone, only to be met with the most heart swelling sight ever.

Your husband and your niece cuddling together, Jackson held onto Bora tightly who was clutching her plushie. You smiled and went to Jackson careful not to wake any of them.

You caressed his face and he stirred and opened his eyes, once his eyes caught yours he gave you a sleepy smile causing you to smile.

“Hi, I see you both are on good terms now.” You said nodding towards Bora and Jackson smiled looking down at her with a loving gaze.

“Yeah, I think she likes me.”

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deejadabbles · 3 years

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A Thousand Songs (Atem/Yami x Reader)

Chapter One: We Are Broken

One /// Two /// Three /// Four /// [Five Coming Soon]

Summary: You knew that you and your band could make it big. Not only that, but stay together while doing it; the five of you were family, after all. The only problem was that despite all your musical talents...none of you were particularly good at lyrics. After years of struggling to put out your first full album, the solution finally made himself know in chance meeting on an empty stage.

Rock Band AU, Atem x Reader, gender neutral reader.

A.N. Woo look at me, starting a new series before I finish my current ones. Don't hate me I have the attention span of a squirrel! I know band AUs are pretty cheesy but I don't care, this idea has been floating in my head for awhile and it's super cute okay?? I was also going to wait to post this until all the chapters were done but I couldn't control myself anymore. These chapters will be much shorter than my usual length so hopefully that means I can update faster??? I won't make any promises but I'll try. Anywho, I hope you guys like fashionable, sensitive Atem because that's who'll be featured in this fic <3 The reader's gender is never mentioned but I will admit I tended to lean more towards songs sung by women in this, I don't really think that matters though (I have Atem sing songs originally sung by women so...). I really hope you guys like this series and I'll love to hear your thoughts <3 Also: @ohyema This is the series I told you about all that time ago lol

I am outside

And I've been waiting for the sun

With my wide eyes

I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry

With words I cannot verbalize

Tell me why

We live like this

The crowd was small, as always, but it was enough. Anyone hearing your songs was enough for now, or so you told yourself week after week. You felt Yugi’s eyes on you as you leaned away from the mic, plucking the cords of your Stratocaster for the brief solo and you looked to your left to see him smiling at you; always the positive optimist, the sun that shone on you and the rest of the band.

You flashed him the briefest smile in return before turning back to the mic. If you closed your eyes, got lost in Anzu’s keys, Jou’s steady beats, and Honda’s strings, you could almost pretend you were playing in front of a packed venue. One full of fans solely there to hear music, and not just a dozen or so patrons who enjoyed the music as a backdrop to their late-night drinks.

Keep me safe inside

Your arms like towers

Tower over me

You could have sworn you heard another voice in the crowd join yours as the chorus came. Ah, so there was an actual fan in the crowd.

Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence

And all the promise we adored?

Give us life again

Cause we just wanna be whole

Your eyes fluttered back open for the briefest second and through the smoky haze in the room, you saw that someone at the bar was holding up their phone, camera aimed at the stage. That managed to make you smile, at least you had someone’s attention.

Lock the doors

Cause I'd like to capture this voice

It came to me tonight

So everyone will have a choice

And under red lights

I'll show myself it wasn't forged

We're at war

We live like this

“Are you guys on SoundCloud or anything? Cos that was pretty awesome!” asked a young man who looked barely old enough to be in the bar at all.

You were just helping Yugi pack away his turntables, having finished your set and wishing the small crowd a good night. The young man was with two others, all of them looking enthused as they stood at the base of the small stage. The girl even giggled when Honda winked at her.

Yugi, as usual, was the one to speak up and pulled out a small leather folder from his back pocket. “Yeah, we are actually! We also have a youtube channel,” he pulled cards from the folder, black cardstock with your band’s name, logo, and media accounts scrawled across it in gold text. He handed one to each in the trio, smile still bright on his face, “Check us out if you get the chance, we’re trying to put out a new album this summer, so we should have plenty of new songs to listen to soon.”

With a few ‘cool man’s and ‘awesome’s, the trio wandered back to the bar, the one who had spoken already pulling out his phone with the card in hand, and the girl waving at Honda over her shoulder.

“You know you shouldn’t get their hopes up,” Anzu whispered as she set her keyboard case at the foot of the stage, “Two songs does not an Album make- we have no clue when we’ll actually have it out!”

“Well,” you chimed in, clicking one of Yugi’s several cases closed, “Maybe telling new fans to expect more from us will finally light a fire under our song-writing-asses.” When Jonouchi opened his mouth, that cheeky look on his face, you held up your hand to silence him, “And yes, I know I procrastinate too much, I’m to blame too.”

Yugi lifted two of his cases- and answered after Jou jumped in to take the heavier of the two, “I still think all of us should take a week's vacation, lock ourselves in our studio and work on the album together. Only getting together a few times a week is what’s really killing us I think- we can’t get into a creative groove!”

You and Anzu exchanged a look, knowing full well that neither of your bills would appreciate the week's loss in pay. Still, maybe it was something that you guys could find a way to work out. Then again, there was another idea that had been brewing in the back of your mind for a while now, and you weren’t sure if it was really something that the others in your band would go for...like, at all.

“I don’t know, a week probably wouldn’t even be long enough,” Honda chimed in after slinging his guitar case over his shoulder, grabbing an amp in the free hand.

Jou nodded as you all started filing out the bar’s back door, “I’m still thinking that gettin’ together every single night until the album’s done is the best way to go, even if it’s just for a few hours!”

This was the usual road the song writing debate took, or at least, how it usually went the past month or so, and soon enough the topic came to a standstill, as it usually did.

After loading up Jonouchi’s truck with your equipment, Honda gave the suggestion of stopping for some burgers at the 24 hour joint down the road, a common ritual after your monthly gig at “The Bandit’s Den”. As usual, Jou parked in the space best visible from the front windows of the dinner, and the five of you were glad to find that not another soul sat at the tables.

After settling at your usual booth and ordering, Yugi actually splayed his hands out on the table, looking rather determined. “You don’t start work until seven tomorrow. Right?” he asked you.

“Yeah?”

“I think we should take another trip to the station.”

You actually had to repress a sigh at that. Yugi was all about trying to trigger inspiration for songs, and the “station” referred to an old train station on the outskirts of town. You guys had discovered it long ago and were eager to use it in a music video, but were waiting for the perfect song to go with it. Sure, the old giant clock and brick stairs were a perfect setting, but it had only sparked a line or two of lyrics, nothing to make a full song.

Out of the five of you, most of the lyric writing fell on your’s and Yugi’s shoulders, with Anzu, Honda, and Jonouchi giving occasional input. Since you were the lead singer most seemed to think you would be the natural lyric maker, but the truth was that, despite your talent in singing and playing the lead guitar, lyrics just weren’t your forte. You’d had some luck when teaming up with Yugi, his emotional maturity helping you work through the written expressions, but that only went so far. Yugi also tried things like this, exercises and field trips in the hopes that it would spark creativity.

“How many times have we been to the station before, Yugi?” you asked, “I just don’t think it’s the oracle of inspiration we all hoped it would be. I still want to film there some time, but I don’t wanna take time out to visit it again, I’ll just get annoyed when it doesn’t lead to anything.”

Yugi’s set expression seemed to blink away, replaced with something almost like guilt, “Okay, I was just trying to think of something to get our inspiration flowing…”

Now you’re the one who felt guilty. “I know...hey maybe we could try something new? Like we could go some other place or try some different way to spark our heads?” you suggested, trying to sound positive.

Yugi’s eyebrows lifted in interest, but he was cautious when he asked, “Like what?”

“I…” you trailed off when your mind came up blank. It remained blank even as your eyes trailed over the entirety of the empty dinner as well as the dark scenery outside. A growl of frustration left your throat as you face planted on the table, “I don’t know!”

You heard Yugi giggle as he reached out and patted your head. Beside him, Jonouchi said, “What you need is some brain food! That’s sure to help some ideas come- ah! And here’s our feast now!”

Even though the food was good, kick-start your brain, it did not. If anything the meal just made you more sleepy, even as you guys chatted over the next hour before paying the tab and piling back into Jou’s truck.

Like always the next stop was the studio, the home and hideaway for you and your friends. For a small-time band whose biggest fame was on Youtube, all of you were actually quite proud of your studio. Yugi’s grandfather owned a few rental properties, and since the building wasn’t fitting for a residential space, nor in a part of town that would serve a shop well, he had agreed to give you guys the small building in exchange for help around his game shop every week.

Working together to make the space your own was some of the best memories you had with your oldest friends; going to second-hand shops to gather fitting set pieces, saving up for the sound dampeners so you could record your songs without paying a big-time studio, setting up the back room with tattered old furniture and a mini-fridge that was sure to break down any day.

The only thing that beat those days were the times you actually spent in the studio; rehearsing, recording your few music videos, spending downtime together writing new music on lumpy bean bag chairs and worn rugs (and definitely getting distracted by each other every ten minutes).

The night was late enough that no one bothered the five of you as you unloaded the truck, and soon enough all of you were taking your usual spots in the back room (Anzu sprawling out on the battered chaise, Jonouchi and Yugi filling up the loveseat, Honda falling onto a pair of beanbags, and you plopping down in the hammock chair).

“Alright you guys, I’m just going to come out and say it,” Anzu sighed after a few moments of hanging off the arm of her seat, “We need help writing our songs.”

You actually sat up as straight as you could in your chair and peered over at her- had she really just said what you had been thinking of saying for weeks?!

When she saw your look, something like panic colored her face as she waved her hands, “Not that I don’t think you’re a good writer! The songs you came up with were awesome! ...But-”

You waved off her concern, the hard motion causing your hammock to spin a little, “No- no, Anzu, I totally agree! I just didn’t know if I should bring it up...”

Even if you hadn’t thought of it too, Anzu had plenty of reason to think you needed help. In the whole four years since your group had started the band, from the first days sitting in class drawing up logo ideas, you had only written six original songs- and that included the two that were meant to go on your new album. You had gotten by with relying on covers to fill out your live sets and media accounts and making a host of excuses for the lack of originality.

“You really think bringing in another bandmate’s a good idea?” Honda chimed in, eyes narrow as he leaned back in his beanbag chair.

“Yeah, we don’t wanna end up like half the other bands out there,” Jonouchi chimed in, seeming to subconsciously pull Yugi closer to his side, “you guys know the only reason our band works is because we get each other- we’re family! We can’t just bring another person into that, it’ll ruin it and maybe even break us up!”

Yugi put a hand over Jonouchi’s, “Hey hey, slow down, don’t you think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves? First of all, bands hire ghostwriters all the time, and they don’t always join the band. Besides... I don’t know, if the person’s really cool, would it be that bad to have another member?”

“We could always have them ghostwrite for us for a while, and if we like them, then talk about letting them join,” you offered, and were glad when everyone seemed to contemplate that with at least some positivity. “But that brings up the issue I think we’ll have, I’m not sure we can find someone who fits with our style all that easily. Like Jonouchi said, there’s a reason all of us work well together.”

It was true, all of you brought something to the table, something more than an instrument. The five of you had slightly different tastes, all of it coming together in something that wasn’t quite punk, not quite rock, not quite pop or even metal, and that’s what worked to your advantage. You wanted to prove that different sounds and styles could come together in harmony and appeal to listeners all across the spectrum. Not fit into a genre-labeled box that only fans of said genre would even bother listening to.

Eventually, Anzu gave a shrug, “We won’t know until we try. Why don’t we put the word out and see what happens?”

“We can still work on our own, and if we don’t find anyone who fits, we didn’t really lose anything besides time,” Yugi added, and that pretty much settled the matter.

Tomorrow the search for a new member of your team began.

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Syntax6

Syntax6 has 17 stories at Gossamer, but you should visit her website for the complete collection of her fics and to see the cover art that comes with many of the stories (and to find her pro writing!). She's written some of the most beloved casefiles in the fandom. I've recced literally all of them here before. Twice. Big thanks to Syntax6 for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

I’m delighted but not surprised because I’ve written and read fanfic for shows even older than XF. Also, I joined the XF fandom relatively late, at the end of 1999, so there were already hundreds of “classic” fics out there, stories that were theoretically superseded or dated by canon developments that came after them, but which nonetheless remained compelling in their own right. That is the beauty of fanfic: it is inspired by its original creators but not bound by them. It’s a world of “what if” and each story gets to run in a new direction, irrespective of the canon and all the other stories spinning off in their own universes. In this way, fanfic becomes almost timeless.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it? What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

(I feel these are similar, at least for me, so I will combine them here.)

First and foremost, I found friends. There was a table full of XF fanfic writers at my wedding. Bugs was my maid of honor. I still talk to someone from XF fandom pretty much every day. Lysandra, Maybe Amanda, Michelle Kiefer, bugs…these are just some of the people who’ve been part of my life for half my existence now. Sometimes I get to have dinner with Audrey Roget or Anjou or MCA. Deb Wells and Sarah Ellen Parsons are part of my pro fic beta team. I have a similar list from the Hunter fandom, terrific people who have enriched my life in numerous ways and I am honored to count as friends.

Second, I learned a lot about writing during my years in XF fandom. I grew up there. Part of this growth experience was simply due to practice. I wrote about 1.2 million words of XF fanfic, which is the equivalent of 15 novels. I made mistakes and learned from them. But another essential part of learning is absorbing different kinds of well-told tales, and XF had these in spades. Some stories were funny. Others were lyrical. Some were short pieces with nary a word wasted while others were sprawling epics that took you on an adventure. The neat thing about XF is that it has space for many different kinds of stories, from hard-core sci-fi to historical romance. You can watch other authors executing these varied pieces and learn from them. You can form critique groups and ask for betas and get direct feedback on how to improve. It’s collaborative and fun, and this can’t be underestimated, generally supportive. The underlying shared love of the original product means that everyone comes into your work predisposed to enjoy it. I am grateful for all the encouragement and the critiques I received over my years in fandom.

Finally, I think a valuable lesson for writers that you can find in fandom, but not in your local author critique group, is how to handle yourself when your work goes public. Not everyone is going to like your work and they will make sure you know it. Some people will like it maybe too much, to the point where they cross boundaries. Learning to disengage yourself from public reaction to your work is a difficult but crucial aspect of being a writer. You control the story. You can’t control reaction to it. It’s frustrating at first, perhaps, but in the end, it’s freeing.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I participated in ATXC, the Haven message boards, and the Scullyfic mailing list/news group. For a number of years, I also ran a fic discussion group with bugs called The Why Incision.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I started reading XF fanfic before I began watching the show. I had watched one season two episode (Soft Light) and then seen bits and pieces of a few others from season four. I’d seen Fight the Future. Basically, I’d seen enough to know which one was Mulder and which one was Scully, and which one believed in aliens. An acquaintance linked me to a rec site for XF fanfic (Gertie’s, maybe?) so that I could see how fic was formatted for the web. I clicked a fic, I think it was one by Lydia Bower dealing with Scully’s cancer arc, and basically did not stop reading. Soon I was printing off 300K of fic to take home with me each night. I could not believe the level of talent in the fandom, and that there were so many excellent writers just giving away their works for free. I wanted to play in this sandbox, too, so I started renting the VHS tapes to catch up on old episodes (see, I am An Old). After a few months, I began writing my own stuff.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I had to be dragged kicking and screaming to The X-Files. I’m not a sci-fi person by nature. I think my main objection is that, when done poorly, it feels lazy to me. Who did the thing? A ghost! Maybe an alien? I guess we’ll never know. You can always just shrug and play some spooky music and the “truth will always be out there…” somewhere beyond the story in front of you. You never have to commit to any kind of truth because you can invent some magical power or new kind of alien to change the story. I think, by the bitter end, the XF had devolved into this kind of storytelling. The mytharc made no kind of sense even in its own universe. But for years the XF achieved the best aspects of sci-fi storytelling—narrative flexibility and an apotheosis of our current fears dressed up as a super entertaining yarn.

What eventually sold me on the XF as a show is all of the smart storytelling and the sheer amount of ideas contained within its run. At its best, it’s a brilliant show. You have mediations on good versus evil, the role of government in a free society, is there a God, are we alone in the universe, and what are the elements that make us who we are? If Mulder and Morris Fletcher switch bodies, how do we know it’s really “them”? The tonal shifts from week to week were clever and engaging. For Vince Gilligan, truth was always found in fellow human beings. For Darin Morgan, humans were the biggest monster of all. The show was big enough to contain both these premises, and indeed, was stronger for it. The deep questions, the character quirks, the unsolved mysteries and all that went unsaid in the Mulder-Scully relationship left so much room for fanfic writers to do their own work. As such, the fandom attracted and continues to attract both dabbling writers and those who are serious craftspeople. People who like the mystery and those who like the sci-fi angle. Scientists and true believers. Like the show, it’s big enough for all.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I look at it like an old friend I catch up with once in a while. We’ve been close for so long that there’s no awkwardness—we just get each other! I love seeing people post screen shots and commentary, and I think it’s wonderful that so many writers are still inventing new adventures for Mulder and Scully. That is how the characters live on, and indeed how any of us lives on, through the stories that others tell about us.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I ran the Hunter fandom for about five years, mostly because when I poked my head back in, I found the person in change was a bully who’d shut down everything due to her own waning interest. A person would try to start a topic for discussion, and she’d say, “We’ve already covered that.” Well, yes, in a 30-year-old show, there’s not a lot of new ground…

Most other shows, Hunter included, have smaller fandoms and thus don’t attract the depth of fan talent. I don’t just mean fanfic writers. I mean those who do visual art, fan vids, critiques, etc. The XF fandom has all these in droves, which makes it a rare and special place. But all fandoms have the particular joy of geeking out over favorite scenes and reveling in the meeting of shared minds. It will always look odd to those not contained within it, which brings me to the part of modern fandom I find somewhat uncomfortable…the creators are often in fan-space.

In Hunter, the female lead joins fan groups and participates. This is more common now in the age of social media, where writers, producers, actors, etc., are on the same platforms as the rest of us. Fan and creator interaction used to be highly circumscribed: fans wrote letters and maybe received a signed headshot in return. There were cons where show runners gave panels and took questions from the audience. You could stand in line to meet your favorite star. Now, you can @ your favorite star on Twitter, message her on Facebook or follow him on Instagram. In some ways, this is so fun! In other ways, it blurs in the lines in ways that make me uncomfortable. I think it’s rude, for example, if a fan were to go on a star’s social media and post fanfic there or say, “I thought the episode you wrote was terrible.” But what if it’s fan space and the actor is sitting right there, watching you? Is it rude to post fanfic in front of her, especially if she says it makes her uncomfortable? Is it mean to tell a writer his episode sucked right to his face?

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I own the first seven seasons on DVD and will pull them out from time to time to rewatch old faves. I’ve shown a few episodes over the spring and summer to my ten-year-old daughter, and it’s been fun to see the series through her eyes. We’ve mostly opted for the comedic episodes because there’s enough going on in the real world to give her nightmares. Her favorite so far is Je Souhaite.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I don’t have much bandwidth to read fanfic these days. My job as a mystery/thriller author means I have to keep up with the market so I do most of my reading there right now. I also beta read for some pro-fic friends and betaing a novel will keep you busy.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

I read so much back in the day that this answer could go on for pages. Alas, it also hasn’t changed much over the past fifteen years because I haven’t read much since then. But, as we’re talking Golden Oldies today, here are a bunch:

All the Mulders, by Alloway I find this short story both hilarious and haunting. Scully embraces her power in the upside down post-apocalyptic world.

Strangers and the Strange Dead, by Kipler Taut prose and an intriguing 3rd party POV make this story a winner, and that’s before the kicker of an ending, which presaged 1013’s.

Cellphone, by Marasmus Talk about your killer twists! Also one of the cleverest titles coming or going.

Arizona Highways, by Fialka I think this is one of the best-crafted stories to come out of the XF. It’s majestic in scope, full of complex literary structure and theme, and yet the plot moves like a runaway freight train. Both the Mulder and Scully characterizations are handled with tender care.

So, We Kissed, by Alelou What I love about this one is how it grounds Mulder and Scully in the ordinary. Mulder’s terrible secret doesn’t involve a UFO or some CSM-conspiracy. Scully goes to therapy that actually looks like therapy. I guess what I’m saying is that I utterly believe this version of M & S in addition to just enjoying reading about them.

Sore Luck at the Luxor, by Anubis Hot, funny, atmospheric. What’s not to love?

Black Hole Season, by Penumbra Nobody does wordsmithing like Penumbra. I use her in arguments with professional writers when they try to tell me that adverbs and adjectives MUST GO. Just gorgeous, sly, insightful prose.

The Dreaming Sea, by Revely This one reads like a fairytale in all the best ways. Revely creates such loving, beautiful worlds for M & S to live in, and I wish they could stay there always.

Malus Genius, by Plausible Deniability and MaybeAmanda Funny and fun, with great original characters, a sly casefile and some clear-eyed musings on the perils of getting older. This one resonates more and more the older I get. ;)

Riding the Whirlpool, by Pufferdeux I look this one up periodically to prove to people that it exists. Scully gets off on a washing machine while Mulder helps. Yet it’s in character? And kinda works? This one has to be read to be believed.

Bone of Contention (part 1, part 2), by Michelle Kiefer and Kel People used to tell me all the time that casefiles are super easy to write while the poetic vignette is hard. Well, I can’t say which is harder but there much fewer well-done casefiles in the fandom than there are poetic vignettes. This is one of the great ones.

Antidote, by Rachel Howard A fic that manages to be both hot and cold as it imagines Mulder and Scully trying to stay alive in the frosty wilderness while a deadly virus is on the loose. This is an ooooold fic that holds up impressively well given everything that followed it!

Falling Down in Four Acts, by Anubis Anubis was actually a bunch of different writers sharing a single author name. This particular one paints an angry, vivid world for Our Heroes and their compatriots. There is no happy ending here, but I read this once and it stayed with me forever.

The Opposite of Impulse, by Maria Nicole A sweet slice of life on a sunny day. When I imagine a gentler universe for Mulder and Scully, this is the kind of place I’d put them.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

Bait and Switch is probably the most sophisticated and tightly plotted. It was late in my fanfic “career” and so it shows the benefits to all that learning. My favorite varies a lot, but I’ll say Universal Invariants because that one was nothing but fun.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I never say never! I don’t have any oldies sitting around, though. Everything I wrote, I posted.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I write casefiles…er, I mean mysteries, under my own name now, Joanna Schaffhausen. My main series with Reed and Ellery consists of a male-female crime solving team, so I get a little bit of my XF kick that way. Their first book, The Vanishing Season, started its life as an XF fanfic back in the day. I had to rewrite it from the ground up to get it published, but if you know both stories, you can spot the similarities.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

The answer any writer will tell you is “everywhere.” Ideas are cheap and they’re all around us—on the news, on the subway, in conversations with friends, from Twitter memes, on a walk through the woods. My mysteries are often rooted in true crime, often more than one of them.

Each idea is like a strand of colored thread, and you have to braid them together into a coherent story. This is the tricky part, determining which threads belong in which story. If the ideas enhance one another or if they just create an ugly tangent.

Mostly, though, stories begin by asking “what if?” What if Scully’s boyfriend Ethan had never been cut from the pilot? What if Scully had moved to Utah after Fight the Future? What if the Lone Gunmen financed their toys by writing a successful comic book starring a thinly veiled Mulder and Scully?

Growing up, I had a sweet old lady for a neighbor. Her name was Doris and she gave me coffee ice cream while we watched Wheel of Fortune together. Every time there was a snow storm, the snow melted in her backyard in a such way that suggested she had numerous bodies buried out there. How’s that for a “what if?”

What's the story behind your pen name?

I’ve had a few of them and honestly can’t tell you where they came from, it’s been so long ago. The “6” part of syntax6 is because I joke that 6 is my lucky number. In eighth grade, my algebra teacher would go around the room in order, asking each student their answer to the previous night’s homework problems. I realized quickly that I didn’t have to do all the problems, just the fifteenth one because my desk was 15th on her list. This worked well until the day she decided to call on kids in random order. When she got to me and asked me the answer to the problem I had not done, I just invented something on the spot. “Uh…six?”

Her: “You mean 0.6, don’t you?”

Me, nodding vigorously: “YES, I DO.”

Her: “Very good. Moving on…”

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My close friends and family have always known, and reactions have varied from mild befuddlement to enthusiastic support. My father voted in the Spookies one year, and you can believe he read the nominated stories before casting his vote. I think the most common reaction was: Why are you doing this for free? Why aren’t you trying to be a paid writer?

Well, having done both now, I can tell you that each kind of writing brings its own rewards. Fanfic is freeing because there is no pressure to make money from it. You can take risks and try new things and not have to worry if it fits into your business plan.

(Posted by Lilydale on September 15, 2020)

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