#shout out to my music teacher for supporting me

[minhosimthings]

Hyunjin's voice fascinates me for many reasons but the main one is that it's so...perfect in musical terms.

Most of us either have siren voices or angel voices, and a gifted few can even switch between them, easily transitioning from one to the other i.e from high to low. And that's what poisons me about Hyunjin's voice because I can't figure out if he's a siren or an angel. His tones fade in with each other, making it seem (atleast to my ear) like there was two people harmonizing with each other perfectly. And that's what I love about "Long for you".

It demonstrates his voice so perfectly, and (along with the melancholic lyrics) it makes my ears feel at peace. Plus, it's almost as if an angel is singing to lure you in as if it's a siren. It's so femme fatale, yet gentle coquette. It's opposite yet similar. It has that musical duality, that tonal duality, which has such a beautiful harmony with the background notes. Even though the composition is quite simple, this song makes me it seem complex through his voice, which is really amazing. And might I remind you that only some people have this voice.

Anyway, gonna go die again and again over Long for You now.

#mona's sessions #shout out to my music teacher for supporting me #i need hyunjin to have more vocal lines #dont get me wrong i am obsessed with his rap #(makes me die everytime) #but his vocals are just do....JCKDKSJISI #i malfunction every time i hear his voice #its so opposite to felix and seungmin and i just love that for some reason #skz record #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids

[palajae]

love me (k)not. | 1k celebration [teaser]

PAIRING ▸ niki x reader, slight jungwon x reader

GENRE ▸ soulmate! au, string of fate! au, childhood-friends-to-lovers, romance, fluff, angst, humor, SLOW BURN

SUMMARY ▸ yes, niki can see the red string of fate that connects two people together. and no, he can’t just tell people who their soulmate is. you’re his only friend but there’s one problem and he can see it quite clearly (and literally)- your string isn’t connected to his. 

RELEASE ▸ 01.06.23 here!

AKA a reality check that niki loves you, no matter what the universe says. 

A/NOTES ▸ hi guys :))) i really didn’t expect to hit 1k followers after almost 9 months on tb, and im so grateful for the supportive community <;3

as a thank you, here is a special niki oneshot i’ve been working my butt off on bc its me lol and what else did you expect ? anyways, thank you all and i hope you enjoy!

class continued on normally, somewhat rowdy as always before the teacher came in. you get up to grab something on the floor, hair falling into your eyes. as usual, riki watches over you before spotting your foot catching on one of the chair’s legs. he quickly shouts out a warning, grabbing your wrist in order to balance you as your head whips up. 

he catches you, staring at you in concern and making sure you’re alright. you stare at him in shock, flustered and without a response. he chides you with a roll of his eyes, mumbling something about how clumsy you always were and how he always had to watch out for you.

you can’t seem to form any words, so you just snatch your arm back and sit down. riki wordlessly offers a earbud to you, and you accept it with a smile. it’s something you got used to doing, sharing music and playlists with each other. 

the teacher opens the door and everyone settles down, attention focusing. 

but today, it was different. it wasn’t just your teacher walking in. 

there was an addition. an addition that came in the form of a handsome looking boy around the same age as you guys. 

the teacher introduces him as a transfer student. yang jungwon, he speaks with a shy smile and riki swears people swoon. everyone’s attention is on him, even yours too as you all study him curiously. 

riki swore he was past all that looking at people’s soulmate strings and connections. it had been so long since he tried to put two and two together. it was a whole invasion of privacy, and he simply didn’t want to bother himself with other peoples affairs and relations. 

but once he saw that new kid step into the room, riki can only focus on his hand, the first thing that came into his view. 

and like it was in slow motion, he follows the tiny red string on his pinky down the row of desks to someone sitting a few inches away from riki himself, obviously not paying attention and oblivious to everything while listening to a shared earbud— you. 

he almost thinks his eyes are fooling him. it was barely connected by that thin, cursed string. and that’s when it really hits him.

that string was connected to yours. 

that string meant your soulmate just walked into the classroom—

and it certainly wasn’t riki. 

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#enhypenwriters #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #riki nishimura x reader #niki imagines #niki fluff

[greenteaanon]

Fictional Stories:From Noli me Tanghere

NARCISISA (SISA)

Reverse Isekai, GN! Reader but you're in a skirt. Angst and fluff and a drizzle of crack, Warnings for Screaming, child loss, loss of Sanity

This is based on our project last year lol this has been rotting in my drafts

"Oh Geez! why would they Volonteer me to represent the class!!" You huffed as you went inside one of the apartments in your family's rental place to use as a dorm. "Are you alright your grace?" Asked Kaveh leaning on the couch with a Sketchbook. "No. Not really...Given the fact that I have to perform on stage in...a week max?" Pinching the bridge of your nose while pacing. "What exactly are you performing your holiness?" Asked Zhongli placing a tray of newly brewed tea on the coffee table. You passed him a Convenient English Version of Jose Rizal's work: Noli me Tanghere

"Page 58 that's the character..." You pointed dropping your self on the couch next to Kaveh. Xingqiu saw the book and flipped to said page "Sisa? What's her character?"

"So bassicaly she's a woman driven crazy because of her husband's abuse and the loss of her 2 sons because of the corrupt church"you stated directly at the book thinking If you missed anything. They looks the right amount of concerned.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to dig through my closet because it's in 2 days" you stood up rushing to your room.

Once again, you're on the couch with the ladies: Yun Jin, Nilou, and Ayaka. "I just need a twist... something that will make people react, " you whispered to yourself. The others looked very much concerned for your well-being. The competition was tomorrow, and it was very nerve racking, no one dared to cut you from your concentration.

You almost started jumping in joy when an idea hit you. Looking up songs upon songs and making a little to then sing "ok...Im ready!" You said to yourself. Ayaka softly patted your back with a gentle smile. You can relax just a bit.

The day of the competition arrived, and you managed to slip the genshin cast into school pretending that they were cosplaying. You were pacing around back stage calming down your nerves with Yun Jin making sure you look alright.

"Representing Section Juan Luna!..." The teacher called out as the lights dimmed and you walked on stage singing a small tune

Thats when you got your class to do it to scream insults at you as you're performing. "Baliw! Baliw!" Crazy! Crazy! they all kept screaming thats when you started to shout back "Baliw!? Di ako Baliw! Nakikita mo ba ilaw sa Kampanaryo! Anak ko yon! Si Crispin! Nagpapadausdos sa Lubid! Crispin! Basilio! Anak ko! " Crazy!? Im not Crazy! Cant you see the light in the steeple! Those are my children! Crispin! Pulling the rope! Crispin! Basilio! My children!

You started sobbing uncontrollably acting as if you actually gone crazy as the music drops. Then the light dimmed ending your performance. A loud round of applause rang in the gymnasium. You stood up and bowed.

After you got off the stage you went over to the genshin cast they were cheering you on. Now all you had to do was sit and watch the rest of the performances.

"Now it is time to announce the winners!" The vice president of the Pandayan Filipino Club said. It finally arrived to announce your grade's winners

"Remember Your Grace, No matter if you win or lose" Zhongli said.

"For the grand champion! And the best performance for Sisa! Goes to..." You felt your body go stiff, you were holding onto Kaveh for support. "SECTION JUAN LUNA!" Both the announcers said. You accidentally pushed eachother when you heard you won.

You quickly made your way up the stage to get the Trophy and Medal and bowed. All is well and hard work payed off

#sagau #greenteaanon #genshin fanfic #sagau ng filipino #genshin sagau

[beardedmrbean]

Hundreds of “radicalized” kids rampaged through the halls of a Queens high school this week for nearly two hours after they discovered a teacher had attended a pro-Israel rally — forcing the terrified educator to hide in a locked office as the teen mob tried to push its way into her classroom, The Post has learned.

The mayhem at Hillcrest High School in Jamaica unfolded shortly after 11 a.m. Monday in what students called a pre-planned protest over the teacher’s Facebook profile photo showing her at a pro-Israel rally on Queens Oct. 9 holding a poster saying, “I stand with Israel.”

“The teacher was seen holding a sign of Israel, like supporting it,” a senior told The Post this week.

“A bunch of kids decided to make a group chat, expose her, talk about it, and then talk about starting a riot.”

Hundreds of kids flooded into hallways and ran amok, chanting, jumping, shouting, and waving Palestinian flags or banners.

Many tried to barge into the teacher’s classroom despite school staffers blocking their entry.

“Everyone was yelling ‘Free Palestine!’” a senior said.

“Everyone was screaming ‘(The teacher) needs to go!’” a ninth-grader said.

“They want her fired.”

School administrators and the NYPD, which responded to the school at about 11:20 am, got wind of their plans just in time to rush the teacher into an office and lock the door, another educator said.

Students recorded the commotion, posting multiple videos, some set to pulsing Arabian music, on TikTok.

“When a protest brakes (sic) out because a teacher stands with Israel,” a caption on one says.

Another reads, “Hillcrest high school had a riot because a Health teacher was supporting Israel.”

Most comments posted on the videos applauded the kids and jeered the teacher, one calling her a “cracker ass bitch.”

Clips showed a water fountain ripped out in the hallway and shattered tiles in the second-floor boys’ bathroom, which students admitted they vandalized.

The NYPD not only sent a couple dozen cops to restore order but tapped its counterterrorism bureau to investigate a possible threat against the school, according to City Councilman James Gennaro (D-Queens), citing officials.

“Whether it was one student or multiple students who did or said something, whatever the trigger was, something happened. And I know from my many years on the City Council that the counterterrorism task force is not engaged unless they believe it is potentially a serious situation,” Gennaro said.

The teacher gave a statement to The Post, which is withholding her name for her own safety.

“I have been a teacher for 23 years in the New York City public school system — for the last seven at Hillcrest High School. I have worked hard to be supportive of our entire student body and an advocate for our community, and was shaken to my core by the calls to violence against me that occurred online and outside my classroom last week.”

“No one should ever feel unsafe at school — students and teachers alike,” she added.  

The teacher continued: “It’s my hope in the days ahead we can find a way to have meaningful discussions about challenging topics with respect for each other’s diverse perspectives and shared humanity,” the teacher said in her statement. “Unless we can learn to see each other as people we will never be able to create a safe learning community.”

The school’s deans, and a sergeant stationed at the school, finally corralled the students back into classrooms, according to sources and the NYPD.

Cops escorted the teacher safely out of the building.

Students said kids followed and spit on her, but another teacher said that did not happen.

The hostility went further, students told The Post.

“They found where she lives — her address, her phone number, her family and everything — her personal information,” a senior said.

“I heard that some people already called her on her private phone and said some bad things.” Sources could not confirm that.

The chaos and lockdown, which sources said lasted roughly two hours, was one of the most frightening incidents of antisemitism in New York schools and colleges since the Hamas massacre in Israel Oct. 7 sparked the Jewish state’s war with Gaza.

It follows a massive, pro-Palestinian citywide walkout on Nov. 9 by some 700 NYC high school students calling for a ceasefire.

Brooklyn students were captured on video yelling, “F–k the Jews!”

“When I saw the videos that came out, Hillcrest looks very bad on social media,” a mom said at the school’s PTA meeting a day after the wild tumult, raising safety fears.

“I’ve never seen this happening at Hillcrest.”

About 25 NYPD cops raced to the school to quell the disturbance, principal Scott Milczewski told parents. Administrators placed the school in a “soft lockdown,” activating a team of staffers and safety agents trained to handle emergencies.

“There are 2,500 students,” Milczewski said. “Adults will always be outnumbered. I think that’s something we have to understand. And that’s why we’re asking you to speak to your children. We need your support with this.” 

The NYPD was called to the school again the next day, and said cops arrested an 18-year-old student for making threats over a group chat. The student was charged with aggravated harassment.

Gennaro, whose district includes the school, said the Israel-Gaza war gave kids “a convenient excuse” to act out.

“It went from a teacher just changing a photograph on her social profile to this contagion of hate being released in the halls of Hillcrest High School,” Gennaro said.

“It’s a sad commentary on the rancid hate that exists within the hearts of students — for Jews.”

Councilman Robert Holden (D-Queens) called it shocking that high school kids “would gang up on a teacher and harass her.”

“I don’t know why these students are so misinformed, so intolerant and so radicalized. They don’t even know the history of the Middle East. They haven’t been taught that,” he said.

Several students agreed.

“I doubt half of them know how to spell Palestine,” a senior said.

“They just wanted to make drama about it,” a sophomore said of the teacher’s pro-Israel stance.

“Just, like, chaos. They thought of it as fun.”

Students said rumors spread that the teacher “was abusing Muslims” and had taught “it was okay that children were being killed in Palestine.” Another teacher called the accusations “100% false.”

At least three students who organized the riot face superintendent’s suspensions, the most severe punishment, said a source familiar with the incident.

Milczewski said the law forbids him to discuss any consequences for students, but that the DOE “has a discipline code and I promise you that has been followed.”

Mayor Eric Adams denounced the “vile” incident while sharing The Post’s story on X Saturday night.

“The vile show of antisemitism at Hillcrest High School was motivated by ignorance-fueled hatred, plain and simple, and it will not be tolerated in any of our schools, let alone anywhere else in our city.

“We are better than this,” he wrote.

Chancellor David Banks — a Hillcrest graduate himself– vaguely touched on the incident Tuesday during a town hall meeting with Manhattan parents.

“We have our whole team working very closely with the students and the teachers at the school. But what’s happening in the Middle East has gotten a lot of emotions from a lot of people. We’re still figuring out what’s going on.”

The city Department of Education decried the incident.

“We are aware of the completely unacceptable incident that occurred at Hillcrest High School last week, and our safety team is actively collaborating with the superintendent and principal to fully investigate the matter and protect the safety of both students and staff,” a spokesperson said in a statement. “No form of hate,  whether it be antisemitism Islamophobia, or other form of bigotry will be tolerated in our schools.”

#nunyas news #incredible i hope their names and faces get plastered everywhere #and this follows them for a long long time

[universeinthebox]

Hey again

Shout-out to all the people who liked and commented on my last post. Glad to know that Squeak hasn’t been forgotten. =)

Comments:

winterstraystar said: For Sonic: Thank you for still looking out for his blog, it means a lot. For Squeak: Hope you are going better wherever life has taken you. I hope you live with no regrets 

You’re welcome. I should mention that I’ve done a little writing, and one of my stories is about Squeak. Here it is: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/528407/thanks-for-the-memories

I can’t believe how long it took me to get a fimfiction account. It says something about all the trauma I’ve been through.

There were a lot of us in the Box with mental health struggles of one sort or another. It was really valuable to have that space to talk, and also create! It reminds me of that one Subnormality comic...

pinkusponkus said: Squeak did so much for so many people. I miss him! 

Thank you! We miss him too!

kasamari said: I miss the care and love of the whole team you guys put together. I will keep following this and Squeak’s other spaces in the hopes that I get the chance to tell Squeak that the soldier who left his pregnant wife for training all those years ago is now a proud father of 4, still married to the same amazing woman. I will always be so grateful for the story of Good Night and for the wonderful Ponies in a Box that worked to share so many stories.

CONGRATULATIONS! Hip Hip Hurray! I hope we can all be so fortunate. =)

You didn’t ask for advice, but I’m gonna provide some anyway. My favorite parenting book is Unconditional Parenting by Alfie Kohn. Also, conventional school sucks and kids would be much better off at Sudbury Schools: https://www.facebook.com/HudsonValleySudburySchool/videos/10155951019968804/ (The teachers are better off too!) Anyway, give your kids a hug from us. And maybe show them an old PIAB video or two =)

And hopefully, hopefully someday you’ll be able to tell Squeak the news directly. I’m sure he’d be happy for you. =)

warbalist said: I miss writing music for his stuff. 😭

Oh wow, you wrote music for him? (Sorry, I don’t recognize the username!) What did you write?

I miss working with him too. I miss the sheer sense of possibility we had in 2012, in the brony fandom generally and especially with Pony in a Box. I still remember how I was on vacation and Squeak came up with the idea for The Best and within 12 hours it was fully written, recorded and posted on Youtube. Or how about that time the other boxers and me secretly made a short for Squeak’s birthday?

I miss hearing our stuff premiere on Celestia Radio. I miss reading the comments as they came in. I miss the little ARG we did for Wrong Way Backwards. I miss the feeling that anything was possible.

I’m really sad that I didn’t go to BronyCon 2013. A lot of PIAB people were there, and in retrospect that was the best opportunity I ever had to see the boxers in person. But my mom had cancer and I had anxiety mixed with self-hatred and the flight seemed too much of a risk and it didn’t seem fair to mom so in the end I didn’t go. =(

I miss my box friends. Too many of us had IRL problems at the same time, and we gradually scattered to the winds. We’ve still got a discord server but it rarely gets any activity. It’s so sad. =(

Special shout-out to Togpie, who was a vital support to me during some extremely difficult times in my life. I think maybe she burnt out, caring for me all the time. If so, I don’t blame her. She worked really hard to help me when she was already busy with her own problems. I haven’t heard from her in over a year now. I hope she’s ok...

It’s strange how Life is so much grander and deeper than it seems. Do you know what I mean? There is so much meaning and passion and joy and opportunities taken and opportunities missed just in this one little group of people. There are so many things that shaped us, so many traumas that the Box helped us face, and then the Box itself drifted away because we still hadn’t found perfect solutions to Life’s problems.

And here I am, posting this little thing that a handful of people will see. How will it impact you? What’s your story?

A good life is possible, I’m sure. The solutions involve things like Children’s Rights and Sudbury Schools and Democracy and Universal Basic Income. The solutions involve things like ponies and fandoms and community for its own sake. The solutions involve knowing that you matter and your feelings matter, and it’s ok to cry when you’re hurt and it’s ok to get mad at abusive people and systems.

I think of the billionaires of the world and I wonder why they don’t just feed the poor. I’ve had a lot of friends who deserve money, good people tied down by bad circumstances. I’ve given a few thousand myself, trying to figure out how much I can afford considering I still can’t manage a full-time job (on account of my mental health). And I wonder why anyone thinks Elon Musk is a good person, seeing that he has so much money but he refuses to help people.

I think back to a time when guys openly liking ponies would have been impossible, when this fandom would have been impossible, where the formation of Pony in a Box would have been impossible. I wonder how many wonderful memories past generations never got to experience because of their stupid rules, and I’m glad for the progress we’ve made and the hope of more progress to come, and I’m also very sad that more progress hasn’t happened already.

Every so often I google anti-aging medicine (which is a legit field now) because I want to make up for all the time I’ve lost to trauma and abuse.

In the meantime, though, I’m glad we had Pony in a Box. And I’m glad that the fandom still exists. And I hope that the choices I make today will help future generations. Maybe new opportunities will come our way, like the TARDIS fading in from the Vortex.

Thank you, my friends.

Onwards and Upwards --Sonicsuns

#brony #SqueakAnon #pony in a box #sudbury schools #children's rights #universal basic income #progress #fandom #trauma #hope

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

https://www.tumblr.com/jamdoughnutmagician/730882062233518080

I hope this is ok and I’m not sure how to just like share it to your wall kind of thing tumbler is still kind of new to me. But the picture made me think of Curtis and Honey immediately and I hope it’s ok I shared it with you. Love there story and the playful Drabble you’ve done. I connected to that so much. My life if chaos at the moment and my bf has been a trouper and so supportive. It’s such a fine line between laughing at the bad stuff or crying and he’s held me when I cried and made sure I’m laughing too. Even if he’s a cheater and tickles..

Sorry that was a rant. Either way love Curtis and Honey and thought I would share. Thank you for the moments of peace when I’m reading your stories!

Hey babes,

its a bit of a process to learn, it doesn't really let you post on walls like FB does, but you can tag someone in a post you want them to see. Or this, this is perfectly fine with me if you wanted to stay anonymous.

Thank you so much for sharing, I can see Curtis pulling this off easily. He would make it so spontaneous too that Honey is in shock for a moment before she is shouting "YES!"

Im so happy that they have been able to be a source of comfort for you during this time, hopefully things start to get calmer and more settled for you babes. Your boyfriend sounds absolutely wonderful though, an absolute sweetheart. That support, knowing when you need some light laughter or just when to cry... oof I love that for you. It's that support we all deserve. I can even forgive him that he cheats by tickling you into giggles.

You are welcome and thank you for reading them! Honestly, they have gotten this far because of you guys letting me know what they make you think and feel. I hope this little thought helps. 💛🐝

And Chill?

Curtis x Honey Drabble

Your nose was stuck in a book, but not one of those fun ones you would become so invested in that Curtis often brought you tea and snacks after a few hours because you had forgotten.

This book was the newest teacher's handguide and it was reading as stiff as a stereo instruction manual. Already you had doodled along all the edges of the pages with random little pictures trying to keep yourself awake.

And the house was quiet, Curtis having left to help Grey and Edgar with a weekend project. So not even he could help distract you this time with it. So when you started humming along with the Halloween theme song, it clicked that the noise was coming from outside of the picture window. "What the hell?" You flung the book aside and got up from the couch to go peer outside.

Moving aside one of the gauzy curtains, you saw Curtis standing in the front yard, his black trench coat tails flipping in the bit of wind bustling the leaves around the yard among the Halloween decorations, above his head he was holding a cardboard sign reading "Horror Movies and Chill?" with a sketch of what looked like Micheal Myers peering around a bush. The music came from what looked like a dusty old tape player at his feet.

You waved quickly before bolting for the door and dancing out onto the porch. "Yes! Big giant YES!" You giggled as he let his arms drop the sign to tuck under his arm and reached to grab his boom box that was still doing the ominous theme song. "I can make us some snacks and pop some beers." You excitedly said while going down the stairs to meet him.

"No need Pretty Girl, already ordered us some takeout. You my Love just gotta get into comfier clothes than those. Although..." He leaned back a bit, smirking as his eyes fell down your teacher's outfit. "Keep on those stockings?"

"I will surprise you... Horror movies and just chill huh?" You tilted up to catch his mouth, sharing a kiss that you both grinned into.

"Cuddles too, all the cuddles Honey. Promise."

"Perfect, just what I was hoping for today, Curtis." You reached for the boom box's volume, turning it up when it switched to the Ghostbusters song, dancing away back up the stairs with a sway of your body, glancing at Curtis over your shoulder.

Curtis was right behind you, crowding you playfully through the door with a press of his body and the graze of his beard against your neck, making you tingle. Tonight was already so much better.

#amber answers #life is short so make it sweet #curtis and honey #i hope you feel better soon!

[tiredinwinter]

All I want is a waltz…

A/N: Hi guys, this is my debut of contributing something to the fandom and I hope you like it <3

It’s soft, it's sweet and I’m slightly nervous to put it out here. Please come say hi and tell me what you think!! I’d love to make new friends in this fandom!!

My inspiration/gif source

Word count: 1.7k 

Pairing: Harry/(Y/N), any era

Tags: dancing, ballet, fluff, just softness and comfort

Summary: (Y/N) picks up ballet as a hobby again and gets really excited about it. Harry is being the supportive and soft boyfriend and makes a dream come true.

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Harry is all nestled up on the couch when he hears the front door fall closed. “I’m baaaack”, He hears her shout down the hall, followed up by some rustling and shuffling. He sets his book down and looks up the hallway with anticipation, hoping to get a glimpse of his girlfriend. “How did it go, love?” he asks, curious to see her reaction. “Ahhh it was so much fun”, (Y/N) giddily hops down the hallway towards the big couch. “I did a double pirouette! And then we started working on a new waltz combination that was absolutely gorgeous!” Her eyes are sparkling as she talks and Harry can’t help himself but smile. Completely absorbed in her thoughts she puts her pointer finger on her lower lip. “I am still not friends with doing ronde de jambes but maybe I’ll get there.” Then she leans in closer to him. “I used to skip them in the online classes all the time but there’s really no way around them, when your teacher is watching you like a hawk.”, she says in a hushed voice just to break out in giggles a moment later. Harry silently smirks up to her and gives her a peck on the cheek, still enjoying the show of giddy rambles.

“But really Harry, I am so thrilled about that new combination”, (Y/N) grabs his hands and gives them a firm squeeze. “I’ve been listening to waltzes the entire drive home. It will never leave my mind, I hope we will continue to work on it next week” she sighs dreamily, pulling up Harry's hands to cover her reddened cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed class, petal. You were so hyped when you left the house and now look at you, you're glowing.”

Harry has always been a very supportive boyfriend but seeing how much joy the classes she took brought to (Y/N), they gradually became a highlight of his week as well. It’s just so sweet to see her reaction once she has made her way back home or even how she acts during the entire day with the promise of a ballet class at night. Ever since (Y/N) picked up ballet again, the whole atmosphere in the apartment changes each tuesday. As the anticipation towards class grew, classical music blasts through the speakers and there is no such thing as walking anymore. Whatever she does, wherever she goes, (Y/N) is dancing along to the music. Harry finds it very endearing to watch her move so gracefully through the entire apartment. If he had known that ballet brought her this much fun, he would’ve encouraged (Y/N) earlier to pick up her old hobby again. 

Ballet classes for adults were a rarity from the small town (Y/N) lived in before. She quit ballet in her late teens back then and it hadn’t crossed her mind to go searching for studios nearby as they moved together. The whole act of moving, the beginning of her new semester at university and Harry trying to wrap up his album were overwhelming on it’s own. But some nights it was just too much for her, she felt like there was a lot of planning going on, always keeping her mind busy and leaving her with so much physical energy left in her. She needed some sort of hobby to find some balance. Something to go out of the house for. Something that’ll keep her mind from buzzing and her body from getting jittery at night when she’s trying to wind down from the day. 

“Yes, that studio really is a dream come true, everythings perfect there and the people are sooo nice”, with a kiss on each back of Harry's hands she lets them go and walks away from the couch. “I’ll be right back. I need to shower now, I’m unbearably sweaty”, (Y/N) laughs as she walks over to the bathroom and leaves Harry on the couch with his book. 

Harry is so submerged in his book that he doesn’t even notice (Y/N) sneaking back in the room until she hugs him over the back of the couch, nuzzling into his neck. “I know that dancing is something you really enjoy”, he hears her say. Harry’s ears perk up and he begins to smirk. Let’s see where this goes, he thinks and already has an idea of what might be on her mind. “That I do, love”, is all he says, looking at her. She just came out of the shower, only wearing panties and a big t-shirt, stray, wet locks of hair dangling down on Harry's shoulders as she is leaning close. “Sooooooo…”, she fondles the collar of Harry’s t-shirt to keep her hands occupied. “I was wondering, if maybe we could dance together?” He looks over to her and sees a shy look on her face. (Y/N) rolls herself over the back of the couch to let herself fall overdramatically in the lap of her boyfriend, arms flopped over her head, gesturing as she talks. “When I see you dance, it’s mostly that little happy dance, or on stage with Pauli that best friend dance. And it's sweet and I love it so much but I was actually wondering if we could dance a waltz together..?” Her shoulders rise and she squints her eyes with a faithful smile towards him, now fondling with the hem of her own T-shirt, waiting slightly insecure for a response. Harry chuckles lightly and is already all in, but (Y/N) continues: “I know, I know,  here we go again with the waltz, but hear me out. I have always dreamed of dancing a pas de deux in ballet or even a normal waltz with a partner. But we never had enough boys at our little ballet school back then and…”, (Y/N) lets out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know, that class just brought that dream up and it’s all I can think of right now.” (Y/N) rambles through her sentences and ends in a pout. Harry leans down to kiss her. “I’d love to dance a waltz with you,” Harry says fondly. With those words out, there is no holding back anymore for her, as she pulls Harry down for another sloppy kiss. It’s messy and sweet and her hands frame Harry’s face and hold on to him tight. The kiss ends in giggles and (Y/N) jumps up to get things ready. She pulls up her phone to look up one of her favorite songs and connects it to the audio system they have in the living room. Harry slowly walks over to her, to see how things are gonna take place. He might have done the Treat People with Kindness Choreography, quite a bit of dancing in his time with OneDirection and the casual ballroom or slow dance at weddings and family gatherings. But it’s all a bit rusty and he deeply hopes for some guidance, glancing over to his girlfriend. (Y/N) is completely taken in by her search for the perfect song and is unaware of being watched. She looks so soft in the dim light of the living room, her hair lies on her shoulders, slowly scrunching up in precious curls he loves so much.

“Okay this is the one I had in mind, might not be the most classical piece, but it’s slow enough for us to figure this out”, she says, putting her phone next to the speakers, turning towards him “It’s been some time, right? Do you want me to explain the basic step pattern?”she asks as she walks over to him. Harry gladly accepts the offer with a nod. “Okay, no worries! You need to start with the right foot forward, then with the left foot you go to the side and the right foot closes next to it. After that the left foot goes back, right goes to the side and left closes,” she says, standing next to Harry, so he can look at her feet, as she demonstrates his steps. “We could just start with that, and then we’ll just see how it goes. Is that okay?”, she asks with a soft smile on her lips and her head tilted to the side just slightly. It’s clearly visible how much she is looking forward to this and Harry starts getting excited as well, just from the happiness of (Y/N). She is like a little sun, the emotions radiating off of her and Harry happily soaks it up as much as he can. Another kiss to his lips and she walks over to press play. 

The first few notes from the song fill the living room and (Y/N) makes slow strides with elongated legs, bending her knees softly once her feet touch the ground. She reaches for Harry’s hand who doesn’t hesitate to pull her closer once she’s near enough. His other hand finds its place in between her shoulder blades with her arm draped on top of his, while she holds onto his shoulder.

They slowly take their first steps, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the song playing. After a while Harry feels comfortable looking up and not worrying about stepping on (Y/N)’s toes, he is greeted with the heart shaped eyes of his girlfriend. She seems unbearably lost in the moment, only has eyes for him and as he slowly adds a turn to each of his steps, which lets their basic step move them around the living room in a circle. “Thank you H. Thanks so much for doing this with me”, she whispers in a small voice. A soft gaze still in her eyes, which Harry returns with just as much softness. “Anything for you. Love seeing you this happy.”, he returns softly, letting go of his hand on her back to twirl her on the next step. (Y/N) giggles as she is spun around the room.

They quickly fall into their self made dance routine, pick up on the ques of each other and find a pattern according to the music, varying some spins and turns in their basic step. When the peticularly picked song comes to an end and another waltz starts playing, Harry twirls (Y/N) round one more time to pull her closer to his body afterwards, shifting their waltz steps into a slow dance. “Love you so much, petal”, he mumbles as he presses kisses to her neck. A deep sigh comes from (Y/N) as she melts into his touch. “I love you more.”

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Hi again, I tried to break up the fic in little abstracts to make it easier to read. Hope it's an easy read, I have no clue what this will look like on mobile hahah

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[kingstylesdaily]

'The loudest it's ever been': Behind the scenes at Harry Styles' Wembley Stadium shows

by Ben Homewood | musicweek.com

After six thunderous nights, the UK & Ireland leg of Harry Styles’ Love On Tour is over. With Sweden, Norway and Denmark next on the itinerary and the US to follow in August, Styles mania is set to continue and, according to Wembley Stadium’s James Taylor, the UK will be basking in the glow for some time yet.

Styles tweeted that the first of his two London shows was one of his favourites that he and his band have ever done, adding that he felt overwhelmed. Anyone who saw either night at Wembley would attest that most of the crowd felt the same way. Taylor, the venue’s senior commercial director, is still reeling.

“The shows have received unanimous positive feedback, Harry’s fans were probably the noisiest I’ve ever heard in the stadium,” he tells Music Week in the aftermath. “It was a great occasion, a really positive couple of nights. The first of many I would think…”

Indeed, Taylor suggested it won't be long before Styles is back in UK stadiums. But while the dust has settled and the screaming has stopped, the coloured feathers – which were floating in the air and sticking triumphantly to the floor around and inside Wembley last Sunday night – remain.

“I think we’re still cleaning those up,” smiles Taylor. “It's quite difficult, they kept appearing in the bowl ahead of Ed Sheeran’s show. It was a very colourful occasion and Harry has got his own unique style, which is reflected in the way the fans came together.”

Wembley – like Ibrox in Glasgow, the Emirates Old Trafford in Manchester and Dublin’s Aviva Stadium – was simply consumed by Styles and his fans. Having waited longer than they ever anticipated to see him thanks to the pandemic, his supporters conjured bedlam in each venue hours before he walked out on stage. Originally, he was supposed to play the O2 in London, now he has filled Wembley Stadium twice over.

Every last audience member sang every word of each song back at the singer, who pirouetted, jived and shimmied around a rectangular platform that stretched into the standing section. On night one, he wore red spots, on night two, silver, sparklier ones. The singer likes to see into the whites of his fans’ eyes, stopping to read their handmade signs and strike up conversations. On night two at Wembley, he led a chorus of happy birthday to his bass player Elin Sandberg and helped an Italian fan, Mattia, come out. There was also a dedication to dads, including his own, who was in the crowd, for fathers day. In Manchester, he shouted out his first primary school teacher, Mrs Vernon. Then there was the customary encouragement for fans to bestow acts of kindness at each gig.

Such moments illustrate the levels of positivity and love, for that’s what we must call it, that Styles is capable of evoking. At Wembley, as the crowd lost its mind to Bohemian Rhapsody before he came on, you got the impression that the experience of all being in the same place together might have been enough for the audience. When he did emerge, even the slightest brush of a hand or wiggle of a hip sent a shock wave around Wembley’s vast bowl. Even the night air was trembling. The emotion is vivid, palpable, it's hard to think of anyone else who inspires this level of feeling.

Near the front, a fan in a cape fitted out with fairy lights with a wand in each hand caught the eye, casting huge shapes with every flick of the wrist. Scores of people at the back of the standing area twirled each other around, tearing across the floor like every song was the last number at a wedding. During the slow ones, such as Matilda from Harry’s House, they lay on the floor, scrunching up their rain-soaked ponchos, the kind you’d usually see at a theme park.

“I don’t get to do this without you,” Styles said at one point. “It would be me in a room on my own prancing about, a very different vibe. I am yours, thank you.”

And the magic of Harry Styles is that it really felt like he meant it. This stadium show had fireworks (during the set-stealing Sign Of The Times) but it didn’t really need them. The songs, plus their maker’s bond with his fans, provided ample explosion.

To find out what went on over two nights at Wembley and look ahead to Styles’ future playing stadiums, we asked James Taylor to take us behind the scenes…

Firstly, what was your immediate reaction to the two shows? “It was really good, a great occasion. It was a very happy, warm atmosphere with people just sharing their combined love of the artist. They are very passionate, committed fans, very like-minded. He delivered a great show.”

Why do you think Harry Styles inspires such devotion in people?

“Harry’s messaging during the shows is all about loving yourself and I think for young people who struggle with mental health, you can tell that he connects well and gives a really positive message. I think that’s at the heart of the show, his songs are very positive about the self, not just other people. That’s why he connects well with fans, they’ve got a shared belief of how you should live life. It’s very positive and uplifting and people just like that sort of environment.”

What made the show work in a stadium?

“He does a lot of crowd interaction, a bit more than other artists. He chats to his fans and he is known for stopping his shows and talking to them. Bear in mind it’s his first stadium show, so some artists, if it’s your fourth or fifth time, you might need to do something a bit different or it becomes a bit samey. But with his first one, it sold out so quickly that I don’t think he really needed to go too mad on that. People were coming to see him. You might see on his third, fourth or fifth tour, he might start doing [something different], but for now, he’s got a group of fans that just wanted to see him in stadiums for the first time. I don’t think it really needed anything else, I thought his team got it just right.”

Can you tell us about the process of putting the shows together?

“His team were very positive and very happy. I went down after the shows and spoke to the promoter [Live Nation] and everyone in the changing room area was absolutely delighted. Harry had a little afterparty with his team and they were all very happy. I don't think it could have gone any better from his perspective, you can tell it meant a lot. I could hear his party but I didn’t pop in! [Laughs].”

After the postponement and venue upgrades, Love On Tour in the UK has been a very big deal for a number of reasons. What’s it been like to be a part of it?

“It was meant to be at The O2, but demand was so high that it made sense that he went straight into the stadiums. I don’t think it will be his last one, it wouldn't surprise me if he was back in stadiums pretty soon. He’s going to go into that Ed Sheeran and Coldplay level, they’re both due to do their 12th shows this year at Wembley and I can see Harry on his third or fourth tour being up on that level. There’s definitely more to come from him, his show will get better and better. If he’s that good on his first stadium show, you look forward to seeing his second and his third…”

Do you feel you’ve played your part in all the recent success, with Harry’s House and As It Was both topping the charts?

“It feels like he’s on the cusp of something huge, well, he already is [huge]. Obviously he’s had his history with the stadium before and has played with One Direction, but as a solo artist you do feel like this is the start… Ed Sheeran [first played] Wembley in 2015, and you do feel Harry is going to go on and do similar numbers. He’s developed his own brand, his own style, you don’t see a lot of artists manage to do that. A lot of them don’t seem to reach the level of connection with the fans that he has. It’s exciting to see where he’s going to go.”

#kingstylesdaily #harry styles #review: love on tour #music week #june 2022

[universeinapen]

New Story Alert! “Lights Out”

https://letterpile.com/creative-writing/lights-out-a-short-story

Check it out on letterpile at the link above to support me!

The lights beamed down, making the entire room boiling hot.

It is cool in this small and dark room. I stare through the window and can see hundreds of chairs below me.

There are 20 bobby pins in my hair. One of them is stabbing my scalp. My shoes are pinching my toes.

There is one girl on the stage. Her hair is done up into a high bun and she’s several inches taller than she normally is thanks to her pointe shoes. The music hasn’t started yet, I’m waiting for my cue.

The music should be starting any minute. I get into 5th position, my arms are raised above my head and I lift my chin. Once I do, the music begins.

The dancer moves across the stage with grace. It is my job to follow her with the light. A circle of light followers her as she dashes and pirouettes across the stage. Each movement reaches her fingertips and her head whips around each time she turns.

My feet are screaming but my face will never show it. As I go from a series of pique turns into another leap across the stage, I feel my heart race in my chest. I’m strong, I tell myself. This routine is hard, but it isn’t the hardest dance I’ve ever done. After a strong developpe, one that would even make my teacher proud, everything goes dark. Did I just die?

My hands scramble to find a source of light. Both in the tech booth and out in the audience the lights completely cut out. The spotlight I had control of no longer works, not that I could even see the buttons that operate it. I feel around for some sort of switch and shout into my earpiece that we need assistance. Hopefully, my earpiece is still working and I’ll get some assistance soon.

The music keeps playing and I keep dancing even though I can’t see the ground under my feet. The show must go on, as every cliché dance movie likes to say. I’m terrified of falling off the stage and into the pit. Murmurs from the front row make their way up to the stage and I still have another minute of my solo left.

“No, I have no idea what happened. My hands never left the spotlight. Look, if you want to blame me for all of this then you can check the cameras later. We need to get the lights back on now.”

Just keep dancing, just keep dancing. Voices from the side usher me to come backstage. But I must not leave the stage until the music is done. I will be there until the end.

Sweat drips from my forehead and the stage manager and I work by our phone flashlights to hook up a generator. Usually, it’s reserved for power outages, but neither of us can come up with a better idea. Everything gets hooked up and I hear whirring.

I’m going to end my solo in the dark, aren’t I?

Light comes back on in the tech booth. Everything outside is still completely dark and it feels like I’m in a vacuum of space. Now, where’s the spotlight?

With a solid 15 seconds left of my performance, the lights flash back on and I am blinded by light instead of darkness. Cheers scream out from the crowd and I finish strong. With a grand set of leaps and crescendoing music, I end in arabesque on pointe. A smile graces my face just before I exit the stage. What’s worse, being in the complete dark while dancing or the time when I danced to no music at all?

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[astralscrivener]

for deep writer asks: 7, 10, 12, 17-20!!

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

receiving feedback is a huge motivator and a mood booster. it lets me know people are actually out there reading what i wrote, y’know? i think kudos are nice but i wanna know what people thought. i wanna know what made them yell, i wanna know what lines were their favorite, i wanna see “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU???” in my comments when i’ve pulled some bullshit. not receiving any feedback sometimes makes me feel like i’m shouting into the void. like blah blah blah yeah i’m supposed to be writing for myself, but writing is also art, and art is meant to be consumed. it’s meant to be shared. feeling like there’s no one out there reading it can be a little disappointing at best and downright crushing at worst

vs when i KNOW there’s an audience out there reading it? when i know i have people anticipating a fic update and looking forward to what happens next? lights a FIRE under my ass. there are little moments i like to sprinkle in hoping someone catches them and mentions them. i LOVE seeing “oh my god this was foreshadowing” or “AUTHOR I SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING WITH [X LINE]” in my inbox. it makes writing feel less isolating and more like a conversation, if that makes sense

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

writing has been my salvation. several times. i’m not really in a position where i can get a therapist/medication for any of the Everything That’s Wrong With Me, so writing really became my outlet from an early age. my creative writing teacher in high school motivated me to write poetry every time i felt like garbage just to get it out of my system, and it just sort of stuck. with fanfic specifically, it feels like i’m helping not only myself but others. it’s like i’m writing myself out of a hole, and also writing a “how to avoid holes / get out of them if you fall in” guide for others, if that makes sense. like when i was writing squad up, a lot of it was a way for me to vent about my mental health and it was my way of processing the world. it also helped me realize i was bi, and it was my way of processing the way i view romance (which. has not really changed in the last four years lmao). it felt really rewarding to see people commenting that i had helped them to understand something they hadn’t before, or i had changed their worldview in some way. it felt really, really good.  

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

peak writing hours for me used to be about 10 pm - 3 am, just because it was quiet and i had guaranteed solitude without interruption. since i actually have to Be An Adult now, i can mostly find time to write as long as i know i have a stretch of time to myself. usually i need relative quiet, my music, some fresh air, and solitude. the desk in my room is a pretty solid choice for that (vs like, i can’t work on fic too too much in public or even in other rooms in my house bc i feel like i’m being watched/judged or i will be called away to do a Task any minute). 

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

answered here!

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

it used to be only really when i was inspired (and to a degree still sort of is) just bc. it’s obviously easier to write when i have the time, energy, and motivation, but i made a promise to myself at the start of 2022 that i would try to write at least a sentence a day, if nothing else. i don’t really write at specific times, though. usually i schedule my day around my meals, so whatever time i’m not eating will be used for writing, reading, or Other Important Tasks (like chores. or applying to jobs). tl;dr i try to write a little every day, but writing when inspired is definitely easier 

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

answered here!

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

not to be a sappy bitch and also make everything about her but my girlfriend told me she fell for me a little bit while reading my fics, especially the modern au ones, bc she really agreed with the way i viewed the world and viewed romance especially. i love her 

deep fic writer asks!

#so. now i am crying #mostly bc of my answer to the last question #i am very emotional today i love her so much #anyway #thank u for the ask anon!!!! #about me #writing #ask meme #eileen answers

[franzinejive]

SWIPE OF LOVE

"Maggie! We're gonna be late, let's go!" Em shouted from the front door.

"One sec!" I screamed back at her. Em has no patience when it comes to going out.

I ran a brush through my short brown hair, threw my bag over my shoulder, and took off downstairs.

"What took so long? You said 5 minutes, not hours." Em - my best friend Emily - complained.

"And I was 6 minutes. Chill out." I shrugged as I locked my front door and headed towards Em's car. "The game starts in like an hour."

"And I told Cole we'd be there early." She started her car.

"I'm sure Prince Charming can wait an extra minute." I grumbled as we pulled away from my small, one bedroom house.

The ride to the hockey arena was filled with loud music and even louder singing; more or less from me. Em wasn't in the mood to belt out her favourite songs. Her loss, not mine.

Checking the dashboard clock, we pulled into the parking lot exactly when we were planning too- 5:00p.m.

Em jumped out of her car and brushed out her jeans and shirt. Being 5'10 really messes with your clothes when you drive I guess.

I wouldn't know. At 18, almost 19, I'm only 5'6 and have been since grade 9.

"Mags," Em used my dreaded nickname, "get out so I can lock the car." She really was worried about being late to meet Cole, her boyfriend of 2 years.

"What's the rush? He knows you're never late.

You have been dating for a while, ya know." I joked as I hopped out of the car, adjusting my bag as I caught up with Em.

"I don't know. He seemed anxious on the phone. I just want to be sure everything is okay." She explained as we walked up the steps to the ticket booth. "He's probably trying to freak you out. He's done it before." I suggested as we stood in

line.

Em is always concerned about Cole because he's always anxious about things. He doesn't have diagnosed anxiety, but he's probably pretty close to being sent in by Em.

They really are perfect for each other though, I will admit. They met in grade 10 when they were both 16 and by February - yes, Valentine's day he asked her out- the following year they were dating and have been since.

I'm the only one who supported the two of them at the beginning. Em's parents didn't like the idea of dating in grade 11 (to be fair, it was half way through grade 11.) and Cole's parents wanted nothing to do with Em. She-their words, not mine- was too much of a teacher's pet.

I, however, thought them going out was the best thing ever and helped them through everything. Eventually both sets of parents came around and have gotten over any problems they had. "Cole has the tickets." Em sighed, checking her purse and pockets over and over.

"'Where is he?" I shivered. I hadn't been planning on standing outside for too long when I dressed in a tank top and small sweater.

"He just parked." Em read the text.

"So he's late? You rushed me for nothing?" I laughed. Cole is always late and Em is always early.

"It's not his fault. He just has organization issues." She defended her boyfriend.

"Right, and when I'm late it's 'all my fault.

What took so long?"

"You know what I mean." Em crossed her arms over her chest.

Sorry, but I can't say that I do." I grinned up at her.

"Em!" Cole's voice came up from behind us,

"where's Mag- oh hey!" He waved as he stepped beside Em. He couldn't see me behind her. "Sorry my height is soo inconvenient." I rolled my eyes and smiled up at Cole. He's even taller than Em. He's been 6'2 since grade 11.

"Here's the tickets." He whipped them out from his pocket.

"Awesome! Let's go." I grabbed them from his hands as the couple stared at each other with hearts in their eyes.

"Come on," I gave them a shove from behind,

"vou're the ones who wanted to be early."

After our tickets were scanned, Em and Cole lost me in the sea of people in the arena. I, of course, could see them because of their heights.

I checked my seat number and section on my ticket and went in search of it. Cole and Em probably wanted to walk by themselves anyways.

Stumbling and shoving through the crowd, I made it to the right seat section. Practically running down the steps, I looked for row 4 at the bottom. There were two guys who looked like they were in row 4.

Hopefully I'm not sitting beside them.

"Maggie!" Cole shouted behind me. I waited for the two of them to catch up to me on the stairs.

"ooh. Those guys might be sitting by us." Em nudged me as we walked the rest of the way.

"Oh, please." I laughed, "I'm not looking for a boyfriend at a hockey game."

"Hey," Em threw her hands up, "ya never know."

Cole grabbed her hand as we got to our row.

The guys were in fact in our row and, it gets better, they were-

"Looks like we're right here." Cole took a seat three seats down from them.

No. "Cole, can you scoot down?" I warned him with my eyes that I wanted nothing more than to stay away from those guys.

"Sorry, Maggie." Em took a seat,

"go down

there." She winked.

Mumbling under my breath, I sat down beside the two guys who seemed completely oblivious to our presence.

Good.

"-you've gotta stop worrying about her.

Chelsea is old news, dude." The guy beside me- who looked about 20- was telling his friend.

"You don't get it though. She was great." His friend mumbled.

Trev, forget her. She's gone. History. Bye bye, Chelsea." The guy beside me waved with his hand.

"You're not helping." His sad friend said.

I couldn't help but laugh at this point. The guys finally looked over at me, as well as Em and Cole. "Th. that was a fff. funny joke, Em." I faked, praying she'd catch on.

"I thought so too." She smiled and turned back to talk with a Cole.

"Sorry," the guy beside me said, "you can have this arm rest." He moved his arm for me.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled, finally getting to see his face, "I don't need it."

The guy had brown, gelled up hair with blue eyes and because of how close I was, I could see light freckles across his nose in the light.

His friend looked slightly younger- whether he really was or just looked it, I didn't know-with brown hair and glasses.

"And neither do I." he laughed, his eyes lighting up. "I'm Cameron and this is Trevor." Cameron pointed; Trevor to busy sulking to look up again.

"I'm Maggie." I smiled, "and my friends Em and Cole." I nodded behind me.

"Em?" Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Short for Emily? Everyone calls her Em though."

"Trevor here," he elbowed his friend, "likes to be called Trev, don't you?" He tried getting his attention.

"Right, yeah. I'm Trev." The guy extended his hand for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Maggie if you missed my name." I shook his hand.

[sophietribe]

Making Music Your Business: Planning

Once finalising on the type of event, we started to prepare the planning process. This was so me and my group were organised on what jobs we individually had, what we needed to do to make this event happen and how we could support each other. 

Firstly, we started by getting together in person to discuss what needed to be included within this project. We then made a WhatsApp group chat for easier communication. Aiysha had the important role of discussing and planning on getting the 13 pieces of artwork from her two friends in London, Selven and Roots, as well as getting them to sign the artwork loan contracts that I made. As soon as we knew this project could possibly go ahead, we all had the job of getting a place for our event to be held at. Such as contacting the chapel, art gallery and the university itself. After speaking with a few individuals, Tim Adams kindly let us have the graphic design space on Park Campus for a day on the 5Th of December. We felt this was a great space due to the build and space of the room as it looks like a great place for art to be displayed. 

I made posters for the event. I made sure that I promoted all around the university including my social medias. Me and Daisy also had a conversation with a friend within the University radio, asking whether it’s possible to get a shout out for the event, which sadly wasn’t possible. 

We all had the job of making the music to each piece of art. Whether this was individual or in collaboration with each other. Once the music was completed, me and Daisy uploaded to YouTube and made a playlist for the song called ‘Music for Artwork’. Underneath in the description stating who the artist was and who created the music. This accompanying with the QR codes I had made for the event, so it’s easy for people to access. 

Photo of our original playlst on Youtube:

I designed and made the signs/posters with the help of Daisy. I felt this seemed professional and appropriate in this setting due to an event such as this. In case of Health and Safety, caution on protecting the artwork and telling the students/teachers what the event is. 

Lastly, a few days before the event arriving, we created a donations corner as we felt it seemed fair for the artists and musicians to get a fair percentage each of the funds after the event. We also wanted to make the event as professional as possible, so we got Shaun to do the photography on the day. Donations also went to him. 

As shown below, the GANT chart (showing information around the time where everything happened) and SWOT chart (showing the positives such as,  strengths and opportunities and the negatives to the event such as the weaknesses and threats). 

#MD5326

[sunlake1]

Youngvia and the Fair

The fair blinded Youngvia. Street vendors crowded the black pavement. Advertisers scurried around the crowds waving little pamphlets and business cards. It was all so exhilarating for the quiet town of Buchtton. 

Youngvia clutched the straps of her cello case and continued on her way to the town hall. A few people glanced at her as she walked, but most were content to focus on the excitement of Community Day. 

“Hey, Youngvia!”

Youngvia twirled around to see her friend Aleah racing toward her with her own cello case thumping against her back. Aleah’s dark wavy hair bounced around her shoulders and her brown eyes were bright. 

“Oh, my goodness,” Aleah said as she stopped beside Youngvia. “I thought I would never find you. Buchtton is such a small town, but it really gets crazy on Community Day.”

Youngvia nodded in agreement. “That’s for sure. Are you ready to play?”

Aleah laughed. “You bet I’m ready. My mothers and sisters are all sick of me playing the songs at home. I’m sure your family feels the same.”

Youngvia definitely had been practicing a lot, but her little sister and parents were used to it now, so they rarely ever complained. 

She and Aleah weaved through the crowds to reach the brick building at the center of the streets. Around her, Youngvia could smell the sweetness of cotton candy and hear the laughter of kids and parents. As pop music boomed from speakers above her, she could feel the ground vibrating below her feet. The scene both energized her, but also made her nervous. What if she couldn’t do this Community Day service? It was the first time she had performed at an event like this. Most of the time, she played in school talent shows and musicals where the only people she was being judged against were other high school students. Here, the stakes seemed so much higher.

The two girls finally made it to the steps of Town Hall. At the top of the steps, a black platform had been wheeled out in front of the great brown doors and tech people were racing back and forth across the stage to check the mics and connect the mess of wires that were required for the performance. 

“I’m so glad that I don’t have to handle the tech stuff,” Aleah said beside Youngvia. She had to shout to be heard over the speakers. “I know I would mess everything up.”

Mr. Agu, the high school music and drama teacher ran over to Aleah and Youngvia from the top of the stairs.

“There you two girls are.” He grinned at them. “I know how hard you have been working in class and it must be nice for it to finally be paying off.”

Aleah beamed at the teacher. “Thank you for always supporting us.”

“Well, go be awesome.” He nodded toward the stage.

Youngvia’s heart pounding, she started up the steps. The cello on her back weighed down on her and with each step her feet made, it felt like she was walking through mud. The noises of the background faded to the edges of her senses and all that could swarm in was her anxiety. 

Stop it, Youngvia, she scolded herself. She had never been this nervous about performing before. She had always loved sharing her gifts with the world and being able to bring others joy through her music. Why was today different? 

What if everybody hates me after this? What if they think I’m terrible and stuck-up and they abandon me? There it was. That word. The word that Youngvia tried to push out of her mind all of the time. That word that had caused her so much pain since she was an infant. 

She glanced at Aleah. She couldn’t tell what her friend was feeling, but she wondered if Aleah also had the fear of failure leading to abandonment like her. They both were adopted, meaning that they had to have been abandoned first. It was part of their stories. Yet, Aleah had only been abandoned once and she had been adopted into a loving family with four mothers and five sisters. Youngvia had been adopted as a baby and then abandoned again when she was ten, only to be taken in by her first adoptive mother’s cousin. What was Youngvia thinking hiding behind her music? The pain of the past would never leave her.

She crossed the last step and trudged toward the black stage. She smiled back weakly at the tech people who waved and grinned at her and her eyes drifted over the cobbled ground. 

Aleah went up the stage steps first and strode toward one of two wooden chairs on the platform. Youngvia lumbered after her friend. Her mind erratic, she unzipped her instrument and went through the movements of tuning. Her arms shivered and sweat dripped down her forehead. Even though it was a warm day, she still felt this weird sensation of feeling both warm and cold. Her stomach churned inside of her and her legs wobbled as she positioned the cello between them.

The pop music quieted and Aleah flashed Youngvia a smile. We got this, she mouthed.

All Youngvia could do was nod back. And then they played. Once she felt the cello vibrate between her legs. Once she heard the silence settle down among the people below. Once their footsteps quieted, their chattering paused. Once she knew she was safe up here, Youngvia could breathe the music.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Aleah said to her fifteen minutes later after they had finished playing and were heading back into the crowds. The pop music had returned to the speakers and chattering fluttered around them.

Youngvia grinned. “Yeah, it was nice.”

“Do you want to talk about what had made you so nervous? Usually, you aren’t this uptight about playing in front of all these people.”

Youngvia watched as a family of four passed by, their laughter a light breeze blowing by her ear. “I mean, this is our first time playing at Community Day. We usually play in more formal places where the people there are our families or people who know music. It’s weird playing here where us playing isn’t the main act.”

“We’re just part of the crowd.” Aleah nodded. 

“Right, but it was nice…being part of the crowd. I was so worried everyone would just leave if they didn’t like what they were hearing, but no one did. They just listened. It made me feel like I belonged and that I didn’t have to worry about being abandoned.”

Aleah’s brown hand grasped onto Youngvia’s pale one. “You never have to worry about being abandoned again, if that’s what you’re worried about. Buchtton is a small community, but we look out for one another, okay?”

Youngvia smiled. “Okay.”

#shortstory #buchtton #performance #cello #duet #anxiety #adoption #friendship

[lavenderautumnx]

moonlight

singer/songwriter!lee seokmin x producer/songwriter!femreader

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: mentions of starving, nothing too heavy.

author’s note: a gift for 2.18 day! my first fic ever too, i hope you enjoy it! thank you @sleeplessdawn my twin flame for supporting me in the side lines as i gained the courage to post! i love you, twin flame!! typos, grammar mistakes by me!

synopsis: when you accidentally lock your apartment keys in your studio, you find yourself spending the night at your neighbour’s ---- who so happens to work at the studio too. 

one | two 

You stand outside the door, a raised fist prepared to knock. There’s faint beats coming from inside, and you can make out the loud metronome your neighbour uses. You do a quick rep on the door, and you hear some shuffles as the door opens. There, you see your neighbour, tall with broad shoulders as you nervously raise your eyes to look at him. You half expect him to sigh, but instead he raises both his eyebrows and scratches his neck.

“Oh? What are doing here? Is there anything you need?” Seokmin wasn’t expecting a visitor when it’s this close to midnight. He was just finishing up on a music track before going to bed, which explains his comfortable hoodie and sweatpants. Honestly, his attire only made you feel more guilty.

If he was honest, the past couple of months since he’s moved in, he’s exchanged greetings with you multiple times. Sometimes, you both bump into each other at the same studio you frequent. Numerous times, he wanted to ask you to eat with him in the studio with Jihoon, but he was always too shy to. You, on the other hand, were too intimidated by him. His charismatic voice that reverberated through the hallways when he was warming up, the way you would linger outside the studio to catch him sing on the way back to your studio. You were just too afraid to talk to someone so talented.

But besides that, he didn’t see you anywhere else. He doesn’t think he even sees you leave for a meal, or come home with friends. You honestly were too busy to do so. You were hustling in the studio as learning producer and writer. At the same time, you had a job on the weekends at a cafe and as a piano teacher to kids. You loved your jobs, really. You loved the buzz of the cafe and the smell of the coffee. You love baking the cakes and creating different foam art for your customers. You loved the enthusiasm when the kids would play through a score with no flaws.

But you were so tired somedays, you sometimes forget to eat. You would grab whatever was left on the counter at the cafe, a sandwich or wrap. You always had ramyeon, or ordered delivery to your studio and what was your whole meal for the day.

“I-I’m sorry…but…” You hesitated in telling Seokmin why were you here at midnight on a Friday. But you were already at his doorstep, as he leaned against his door, eyes clearly getting confused as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“I left my apartment keys at the studio.” You blurted out, face flushed and red with embarrassment. Seokmin’s face initially furrowed with confusion, but softens up when he sees your ears red and flushed. Your eyes avert his as he bends down lower to meet your eyes and you look anywhere but into his warm brown orbs.

You expect him to shut the door, shout at you, or even just scold you off for spoiling his night, but instead he just gives a warm smile as he finally meets your eyes.

“Come on in, then.” He says, holding the door open. You stand rooted to your spot as he tries to usher you in, the brightest smile on your face. Awkwardly, you shuffle yourself in, your tote bag in your hands as you grip on the straps.

You expect his apartment to be plain, like many of your male friends. They usually had no decorations and barely had any furniture. Maybe two chairs, a small sofa set and a foldable table.

But Seokmin’s apartment was different. It had a vase of sunflowers on the table, mini cute dog figurines by the speakers at the television set and numerous framed CDs and photos. He was nothing like your other friends. His apartment felt warm, and felt upbeat and bright.

“Have you eaten?” His questions brings you out of your thoughts as you turn away to the small poodle figurine on the speaker. You opened your mouth to say you didn’t need anything, not wanting to impose on him any more than you have, but your stomach let out a loud growl. He grins as he tells you to set your tote bag on the couch as he makes you wait in the living area for a minute.

True to his words, he comes back with a pair of sweatpants and two bright coloured hoodies: a bright orange and prussian blue one. He shows you to the bathroom where he lays out a spare toothbrush and fresh towels and tells you to take a shower.

“Come to the table later once you’re done. The one with the sunflowers.” He smiles before leaving you to your privacy and quietly shutting the door. Standing in the shower, letting the hot water run down your body, you thoughts ran faster than you could control yourself. Blinking your eyes, you blinked away tears of frustration as you can’t believe you forgot your keys and having end up to crash in your neighbour’s home.

Once you’re changed, you choose to put on the orange hoodie instead of the blue one, but hold the blue one tightly. Out on the table, Seokmin has laid out a serving of rice as well as some kimchi stew. He sees you’re changed and quickly grabs some cutlery and sits you down.

As you slowly chew on your rice, you can’t remember the last time you had a home cooked meal. Ever since you moved out, you have been in a hustle mentality since, not even opting for meal prepping on weekends but choosing to deliver or snack instead of proper meals. Your eyes well up with tears at the taste of the hot, spicy stew, one you so clearly missed back home.

“Y/n? Everything okay?” Seokmin asks, his head lowering to meet your glassy eyes. You nod your head yes, shovelling the rice in your mouth and chewing. You would argue that it was probably the best meal of your life. Seokmin gives a small smile as he offers you more kimchi and seaweed.

You help him to wash up, but he insist you just sit and wait for him. When he’s done, you stand up, almost scaring him.

“Thank you, for the meal. And for letting me stay the night.” You shyly say.

“It’s nothing. Come, you can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.” He says, but you catch his wrist.

“What? No, I’ll take the couch! You gave me a shower and a meal, the least you could do for yourself is to take the bed!” You exclaimed. Seokmin opens his mouth to argue about the couch, but you cut him off by telling him it’s the least you could do.

Sighing in defeat, he goes to his bedroom to take spare blankets and pillows out. Helping you arrange it on the sofa, he goes to his room and quickly comes out with a stuffed toy dog. You almost giggle at the sight of the dog, fluffy and soft in his arms as he hands it to you, swapping it for the blue hoodie.

“Just in case you want it.” He says as he hands it to you. “I’ll be in my room if you need anything. Anything at all.” With a smile, he turns his heels to his room but stops to turn back at you.

“I’ll leave my door open if you need anything.” He says and grins, before wishing you good night. You arrange the blankets over your body as you lie down on the sofa, the big fluffy dog next to you as you cling onto the toy.

As you sink into his sofa, you can’t tell if you were plain tired, or if it was his home, but you felt peace as song as your head hit his pillow, the light hum of melodious tunes playing from his room, lulling you to bed.

#seventeen oneshot #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fics #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x oc #seventeen #seventeen x y/n #lee dokyeom #lee seokmin #lee seokmin x reader #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom x you #dokyeom #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #dokyeom scenarios #lee seokmin scenarios #seokmin scenarios

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Driving lessons

Bonten x Reader | Canon Divergent | 806 words

Warnings: foul language, always wear your seatbelts, Can be read as a stand-alone fic. Kind reminder to pls pls read my rules. No beta :P

A/N: Rearranged fic because my stubborn ass saw a wonderful post/idea/meme (here by @tsukkinivy ), and I couldn’t help myself but rewrite half of it. PLEASE SEE THE POST BEFORE/WHILE/AFTER reading :3 it sets the mood. Also, you should listen to the playlist under that post!

“Why do I have to do this?” asked Kokonoi in the back

“Because in case we crash, your insurance is bigger than ours,” retorted Ran next to him.

“Besides, it’s good for Y/N to have us here. You know, moral support and all that,” added Sanzu from the other side of Kokonoi.

“No, you all have nothing to complain about. I should be asking why my car, but do you see me complain? No, right?” Argued Rindo from the front seat.

“Could you all shut up? Stop talking as if I were to crash and kill everyone here,” you nervously tapped on the wheel. “I should have asked Mochi; you are horrible.”

You had to open your mouth. A few weeks ago, you casually said you wanted to get your driver's license. Not because you wanted a car or drive, Tokyo has terrible traffic, but as an achievement for yourself. However, Bonten executives took it a little too far. Personalized lessons, your ass.

“Okay, start the car,” Rindo told you as he signaled for the key.

“What do you mean start? Wasn't it on already? What’s all the shaking?” spoke Kokonoi

“It’s Sanzu,” replied Ran.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just excited.”

“Rindo, it's not starting.” you interrupted their conversation.

“Y/N... The shift should always be on park or neutral. Otherwise, the car won't start,” Rindo was trying his best to be a good teacher. Patience wasn't his forte. Your lips made an ‘O’ shape at this new insight.

“Oh god,” you heard Kokonoi groan.

Finally, you got the hang of it and made your way through the traffic.

“I think I’m doing good,” you comment.

A chorus of affirmations came after; you were feeling confident.

Out of nowhere, from the corner of your eye, you saw a body slide to the front. “Oh my god, Sanzu! What are you doing?!?” You tried not to look away from the road, but out of nervousness, the car began waving.

“Putting some music. What else?” The pinknette said.

Killer Queen began to sound in the car, and Kokonoi paled. That couldn't be a good sign, he thought.

Above the music, you all heard police sirens. You stilled and began to slow down.

“Y/N! What are you doing!?!” exclaimed Rindo.

“Slowing down?!? What else?!? It's the police!!”

“Exactly!” Shouted Kokonoi from the back as he pointed at every present male in there.

And then it hit you. “OH!! Ohhhhh...!” you shouldn't slow down with half a criminal organization’s executives on the car...

Since your train of thought took too long, Sanzu took matters into his own hands. Sliding to the front again, he pressed your right leg down. Thus making your foot press the gas pedal.

“Why are you not wearing a seatbelt?!?” Scared because of the speed and Sanzu could be sent flying towards the windshield. (please always wear a seatbelt, this is fiction).

“Who wears seatbelts?” Sanzu argued.

“People, Sanzu! People in cars do!” you screamed back as you tried to handle the vehicle at such velocity.

Meanwhile, Ran was just vibing in the backseat; nothing out of the ordinary, according to him. As for Kokonoi, he held Sanzu’s other half, so Bonten’s number two wouldn't fly out of the car. “Sanzu, sit the fuck down. I hate to have your flat ass on my face,” protested Kokonoi.

“Sanzu, stop pressing my leg! It hurts!” you cried at the constant pressure.

The police stopped chasing Rindo’s car after a short time, but in case you decide to change seats and let Rindo drive. Your lessons were over.

So, you all made your way back towards the Bonten offices. Ran and Rindo on the front, and you in the middle of Kokonoi and Sanzu. You didn't know if it was adrenaline or whatever Sanzu swallowed before coming, but he was still buzzing with excitement.

“I don’t want my license anymore,” you murmured in the back.

“Agree,” muttered a very annoying Kokonoi with his arms crossed.

Rindo was just tired. Why his car? Now he probably would have to get a new one so he could have clean records.

-

At Bonten’s office

“Boss...” a very scared footmen strode into Mikey’s office. “It’s the girl again in the news,”

Takeomi, Kakucho, Mochizuki, and Mikey turned their attention to him. They shouldn't be surprised at this point.

The footmen showed a picture of Rindo’s car with you in the driver's seat, next to you, Sanzu’s pink head, and then Rindo’s purple one.

“I thought they would teach Y/N how to drive, not drive away from the law.” said laughing Mochizuki.

“Wasn’t Kokonoi with them?” Inquired Takeomi.

“Supposedly, yes,” responded Kakucho

With a final intake of air, Mikey ordered Kakucho to check on them and clean their small mess. “Doe, you sure are something else.”

#bonten x reader #rindou #rindo #ran haitani #kokonoi hajime #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #kakucho hitto #mikey #sano manjiro #tokyorev #kanji mochizuki #deer in headlights #crack fic #killer queen gave me the vibes for this #meme #omificstags #omi.dih

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Marry Me AU, Part 1

After having my celebrity au plot bunny yesterday, I went and bought Marry Me on prime just so I could supercorpify it. It was pretty charming. And while I could see either arrangement of characters re: who plays who (especially Kara vs Lena being the celebrity), I'm leaning towards Lena being the famous singer.

So, Lena is a performer at the peak of her career. She's on all the socials, basically lives her entire life on camera. She's incredibly popular and does astounding sales, but due to a family scandal within the music industry, she's never been so much as nominated for an award.

She's had a number of marriages already-- a brief 24hr speedrun to divorce with her best friend Jack, before they both realized they were very much too gay to handle a whole ass marriage to each other.

Her longest relationship has been with Veronica. It's duration was mostly a result of Lena trying to perpetually salvage their relationship despite not really being truly happy. This marriage ends when Veronica purposefully leaks a sex video. Even then, Lena had tried to fix things, until her friends staged an intervention and basically conked her over the head with the truth.

Her currently relationship is poised on the brink of a highly publicized marriage to Andrea Rojas, another singer who is a star in her own right (though is more popular in the latin/south america circles). They release a song together called Marry Me, along with an announcement that they will be exchanging vows onstage during a joint concert.

Meanwhile, Kara Danvers is an absolute beefcake of a teacher at a local school. She regularly cares for her niece Esme, as the girl's mothers both work late hours. One day, her coworker Nia has spare tickets to the nuptial concert of Lena Luthor and Andrea Rojas. She convinces Kara to bring Esme for a night out watching Esme's fave vocal artists perform and get hitched.

At the concert, Nia has a big sign saying Marry Me, which she soon passes off to Kara so she can facetime her boyfriend Brainy to show him the fun he's missing. What Kara doesn't know is that moments before Lena is set to come on stage to perform the concert's eponymous song (and marry the love of her life), the tabloids share a video of Andrea cheating on Lena with Lena's assistant, Eve.

She steps on stage still trying to process, while Andrea stays hidden, knowing she can't show her face. So Lena has to hold the audience's attention--in her wedding dress-- alone, even as her heart breaks in her chest. She gives a faltering, tearful speech, kind of communicating what happened, but kind of not.

"But you came here for a wedding," she tells the audience, but half to herself. She looks out across the audience, and sees Kara standing there with the Marry Me sign. She almost breaks down right there, when Kara offers a nervous, but supportive smile.

In an instant, Lena makes a decision that she really should have taken more time to think about.

"Yes," she says, eyes still locked on Kara. "Yes, I will marry you."

Kara is confused, having totally forgetten what her sign read. Her confusion only escalates when suddenly the live feed playing behind the stage shows her face instead of Lena's.

"Come up here, please."

With the entire crowd and her own friend and niece encouraging her towards the stage, Kara obliges, accepting a security guard's hand up onto the stage.

The next thing she knows, Kara is standing in front of the most beautiful woman she's ever seen, wearing the most beautiful gown she's ever seen, while a stranger starts to officiate the vows. But Kara can barely hear them. Her entire focus is encapsulated by the hurt she see's in Lena's eyes, the way the woman's throat works to keep herself from crying openly.

Kara would do anything to ease that hurt.

"And do you, uh, ma'am, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

It takes a long moment for Kara to realize the officiant is talking to her, which only clicks when she hears pre-teen Esme shout her name from the crowd.

"Come on, Aunt Kara!"

Kara's gaze flicks to the massive crowd beyond the stage, then back to the pop star whose hands she's holding.

"O-okay," she utters.

"Okay-- yeah, we'll take that! I now pronounce you wife and wife!"

The crowd erupts into applause. Kara turns towards the audience when Lena does, and gives a shy little wave that's met with a massive roar of approval. Soon, though, she and Lena are both ushered off stage, and Kara simply follows Lena as the star bustles through past the backstage area and into the corridors beyond, collecting her entourage as she goes.

Only one is expelled on sight.

"Lena! Lena, please let me explain--" A blonde woman is cut off from approaching Lena by a tall brunette who appears to be Lena's manager.

"Get her away from me," Lena chokes out, refusing to so much as look at the petite woman. But the next interception of the party she can't avoid.

Just around the first corner, their retinue all but collides with another.

All of a sudden, Lena is wrapped up in a pair of long arms, holding her close as she murmurs rapidfire Spanish in Lena's ear. Kara doesn't catch anything beyond "escuchame," which leads her to believe that the woman is in fact the person who caused the hurt she'd seen in Lena's eyes on stage, and that she is now whispering excuses.

Her hunch is proven right when Lena shoves away from the woman, who Kara now understands is Andrea Rojas. "Don't touch me," Lena seethes, her fluent spanish smooth despite her anger.

"You just married the first woman you laid eyes on?" Andrea fires back. "How could you--?"

"You don't get to ask me that," Lena snaps back, hiking up her skirts to march off in the opposite direction.

When Andrea grabs her arm roughly to spin Lena back around, the growing tension in both women causes Kara to step in.

With one deft move she twists Andrea's grip off of Lena's arm. She releases the woman's wrist as soon as contact is broken, then plants herself defensively in front of Lena.

"Let's keep our hands to ourselves," she says in English. Her hands are up in a placating gesture, but her tone brooks no argument.

Andrea looks her up and down with a sneer, before craning her neck to address Lena over Kara's shoulder.

"And who is this puta? You don't even know her name, do you?"

Lena is done. She turns away, giving her mamager a desperate look. "Get me out of here."

Kara makes to follow as the group starts to move, but watches Andrea closely to ensure she doesn't make another move to stop them.

"Lena! Come on!" The tall Latina calls, her voice ringing down the corridor. "You're making a fool of yourself!"

Lena freezes, and her entourage does as well. But it's Lena's manager who turns and stalks back towards Andrea, eyes blazing.

"No," the woman says. "You're the one who did that."

With that, the group starts moving again. Kara trails behind Lena, somehow absorbed into the circle of security around her. Cameras of the paparazzi flash as she helps a tearful Lena into a black SUV, then climbs in after her.

Once the door closes on them, the interior is quiet, providing a false sense of peace. They ride in silence for long minutes, as Kara wiped her damp palms on her pants and struggles to find something to say.

"I'm sorry this all happened to you," she finally settles on. She risks a glance at Lena's profile, and her heart breaks to see the artist isn't even quiet. She simply seems... resigned. "You didn't deserve that."

Lena scoffs. "How do you know what I deserve?"

"Well, there's the fact that no one deserves to be hurt the way she hurt you," Kara starts, "but there's also the fact that you just married a total stranger so you wouldn't disappoint your fans."

There's no response to that.

"I know we don't really know each other that well, but what you did tells me that you're a kind person."

Lena's eyebrows lift in a shrug, before her features settle into a somber expression.

"If only that were enough."

Eventually they pull into the parking garage of a tall skyscraper, and Kara watches as Lena slides awkwardly from her seat, a move hampered by her wide poofy dress.

"Hey." Kara leans towards the open door as Lena turns around to face her. She looks exhausted now, drained by the heartache and the events of the night. Kara offers what she hopes is a reassuring smile. "You going to be okay?"

Lena doesn't answer her question.

"Freddie will take you home."

But Kara isn't quite ready to say goodbye. "Wait," she calls, before Lena can turn away. She takes a deep breath. "I'm Kara."

Finally, the corners of Lena's mouth lifts an infinitesimal amount.

"Good night, Kara."

#supercorp #marry me au #yeah #i went there #hand in hand with the celebrity au #well... more like adjacent