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keyaho · 3 months

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II. You Give Me Butterflies

summary: hotel rooms are becoming commonplace with the pair, however, getting to know each other at such a pace leads Nashae to tell Leati how she really feels about him touching her.

Coco sat in her home studio avoiding the eyes of her team of producers. She leaned forwards, her elbows resting on the desk space and her head in her hands. Her black hoodie was open, showing off a gift from Joe. The company that made the hoodie he gifted her, had a new maxi dress, and the fitted brown material molded to her skin. She knew he went above and beyond when her personal assistant remarked on how the item didn’t come out until the fall. Topped with the hoodie and tan sheepskin slippers, Coco was ready for bed more than she was for the studio.

“Alright, what ideas do you have?” Gerrie, her main producetress, asked. “You said, new year, new ideas.”

Though she kept to herself in the industry, her team was close and she trusted them, especially Gerrie. She had multiple songs where Gerrie’s heavy and soulful vocals were in the layering. It was rare the producer stepped up to the mic, but when she did, Coco was always grateful. There was something about the blend of their voices that always made Coco happy and excited to sing with Gerrie. However, when Gerrie was in her producer mode, she was all about keeping Coco moving forward with innovation and newness.

“So, if I say I haven’t thought about it, would you all yell at me?”

“No, but we’re side eyeing you girl.” Alicia, another close industry friend snickered. “We give you a damn deadline and you’ll drop a project ten minutes after agreeing to our plan.”

Coco’s head shot up and she pursed her glossed lips. “That was one time and it worked!”

Five years ago, Coco dropped her “self-titled” album, Yayha, on a Wednesday morning, with no promotion. This time she wanted a “self-titled” album, but with her real name attached to it. Everyone knew her as Yayha, when her fans were being funny they used Nashae. However, she hadn’t produced any music in her whole career where her real name was listed as the writer or producer.

“I don’t want to do what I’ve already done,’ Coco hummed.

Then it hit her.

“I might not have thought about what the next project will be, but, there are some songs I have been creating and thinking about. It’s more pop based, though, however, I think I want to do small EP projects through out the year. Maybe four?”

“Are we touring this?” Alicia asked.

“Probably, but the tours would be small. Intimate. I’m not trying to go on a world tour right now.”

“So, these four projects?”

Coco opened up a document folder that had different songs saved. “I want to do a show four times. So, each set of songs get it’s own show.”

“When do you want to start these?” Gerrie asked. She had her own notebook out and had begun jotting notes.

“First show in March? Probably in Atlanta. The band, some dancers…’

“When are you going to drop the EP?”

“Late February, the show is a surprise.”

The creative juices began to flow. Ideas for stage, costumes, and all began to fill notebooks. She had already reached out to her choreographers and would bring them in for a meeting in a week. Coco felt her phone buzz and she saw Joe’s name and a text flash across her screen.

Can you talk?

Not at the moment, in the studio.

You going to let me hear the new music?

Maybe.

“So you want to put out a new EP every three months?”

“Yeah,’ Coco replied. “After this year, I want to do a world tour and I mean, the world.” She put her phone down and faced her team.

She had plans of taking some time off to spend with her family. She felt like her career had taken her from them. She had nieces and nephews growing fast and she wanted to spend time with them. As well as her parents.

“Well, we need to get started. Once you have a date, I will book the venue,’ Gerrie stood and gathered up her things.

Alicia follow suit, already on the phone with the choreographers since Coco had given her a list of potential songs. The songs would be mixed, but they could get a gist of what the dancers should be doing.

Jumping back into work, she knew this year was going to be crazy. Glancing down at her phone, she picked it up and sent Joe another text. His reply gave her butterflies.

I’m always going to make time for my pretty girl.

January 11th, 2024, the night before Friday Night Smackdown

It was rare, but, when she could fly normally and under the radar she would. Having thwarted people by posting photos as if she was in another country, she booked the first flight that would take her to Lincoln, Nebraska. Grabbing her duffel bag, she slung it over her shoulder. It was a bit chilly when Coco stepped through the doors of the airport terminal. As soon as Joe said he would love for her to come to a show, she booked her flight ticket. It was a long flight of nervousness as they spent most of it talking. Her lips were still tingling from their last kiss and her dreams had been blessed with Joe and his mouth.

She looked around and there he was, leaning against the hood of a Cadillac Escalade. Like her, he was in a mask and dark clothes, his hands folded in front of him. Even this far away, she could see his dark eyes had landed on her.

Taking a deep breath she walked over, clutching the strap of her bag tightly. However, the closer she got to him, the bigger her smile grew behind her mask. Her feet shuffled a little faster until she was almost skipping into his arms. Those same thick arms she missed wrapped around her waist as she dropped her bag and fell into them. His head dropped to her shoulder, breathing in her scent while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

His hands rubbed up and down her sides, pulling her as close as he could.

“Wassup pretty girl,’ he whispered while pulling down her mask and his before sealing their lips in a kiss.

He tried to pull back, but Coco grabbed his head and brought him back in for another kiss. He smiled against her lips.

“Na ou misia foi oe, Nashae.” (I missed you too, Nashae.)

“Ou te valaau atu ia te oe Leati?” (Do I get to call you Leati?)

“As long as you are calling my name I don’t care.” He reached down and picked up her bag. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

She stepped aside as he opened up the passenger door for her. Behind her, on the backseat, he dropped her bag and slid into the driver seat before pulling off the curb. Lincoln night time wasn’t as vibrant as they bigger cities, but as they drove through downtown, the bars were full and music was blaring. Even on a Thursday night.

“I hope I won’t be in the way or distracting,’ Nashae said, ‘I’m sure you need to focus.”

It was then he reached over and placed his hand on her thigh. His thumb rubbing small circles into the fabric of her jeans, but igniting a fire against her skin. He had saw them when she walked over, but the heels he’d gifted her for Christmas were on her feet.

“Nah,’ he replied while turning onto another street, the hotel in the distance, ‘when you asked to come to work with me, I was more than happy to accommodate.”

“You hungry?” He asked, turning down the heat as she slipped out her jacket.

“I could eat,’ she replied.

He reached into the arm rest between them and pulled out a few restaurant menus. She flipped through them and settled on Whataburger, a place she hadn’t had in years due to her dieting for tours. He found the drive through and joined the line, glad to be able to focus a little more on the woman in his front seat.

Before she could speak, Leati cupped the side of her head, tilted it to the side, and laid one of the nastiest of kisses he could manage on her lips. Her hand came up and gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer as she leaned into it. He tasted like mint and she was sure it was from his gum. Regardless, she sighed into his mouth before a soft moan filled the car from her.

“Mmmhm,’ he spoke against her lips, ‘my pretty girl.”

A honk behind them made them separate and Leati pulled forward to the speaker box. He ordered a few patty melts, she skipped on fries, and two shakes.

“Why do you call me that," she asked around her straw. “I mean I like it! Just wondering….”

Leati pulled to the next window and paid for their order. The car rolled up slowly to the next window. Once he had their food, he headed towards the hotel.

“I like the way you grin and get all shy on me when I say it. Your nose gets all scrunched up like a bunny.”

He slung her bag over his shoulder after parking while she fitted her mask to her face. Her hair was in it’s natural state, and she pulled out the band holding it in the bun she flew in. Her curls caught him off guard and he reached out, tugging on one of the curls.

“You know what I want to say,’ he teased and just as he said, her nose scrunched up and she looked away with a soft giggle. “But I will say you are beautiful like this.”

“You really had a crush on me, huh,’ she whispers, reaching out to tug on his beard.

Suddenly called out, Leati laughed. “Jey?”

Coco nodded. “You were inside helping get the fire wood and he came and told me. He thought you were being weird because of me so he told me about the crush.”

“I’ll kill him,’ he cheesed. His pearly whites shining as he licked his lips.

“You won’t!” She smacked his chest, stepping around him while holding her shake.

Leati grabbed the rest of the food and she held his drink in her hand as well. When they stepped into the hotel, she walked on his left side which somewhat hid her from the front desk. Leati was grateful that the area was empty and so were the halls towards the elevators. It wasn’t rare for the roster to bring women or men back to their rooms, but he didn’t want anyone to know the woman that was with him.

Behind him, his stride took off, Coco nearly skipping to keep up with the man in front of her. The halls were long, winding it seemed, and he kept stopping to make sure no one was around a corner. They had finally made it to the room when she leaned against the wall beside him, breathing just a bit too hard.

Leati looked down at her as he opened the door.

“You okay?”

“You,’ she panted suddenly, ‘have long legs!”

He looked down at her flustered expression. When she allowed herself to relax around him, she was so cute and very expressive. She was comfortable and he wanted her to always be that way with him.

Playfully, he looked down at her and leaned forward so they were eye level. “Nah, that’s because you’re short.”

He kissed her quickly before she could reply. Laughing, Leati opened the door but stepped aside so she could go in first. She dunked under his arm and was instantly smacked in the face by the scent of man. Heavy, strong, the hotel room smelled like him. That’s that pheromone shit folks were talking about. She thought. There was nothing artificial about what she was smelling. He came up behind her and kissed the side of her head. She had stopped just in front of the door way.

“Shy?”

Leati placed her bag in his room of the suite. He had all intentions of letting her have his bed alone for the night. He was always wired the night for a show and would pay a gym to get a few hours in to blow off enough steam to get a few hours of sleep.

When he came out of the bedroom, he stopped and watched Nashae stand and begin to eat. She swayed side to side, shoes gone, the patty melt in one hand and the shake in the other. The jacket was on the arm of the couch and he licked his lips at her outfit. The most simplest of outfits; black yoga pants with the matching jacket, cropped and fitted to her chest. Her hair fell to the middle of her back, the brown curls moving as she swayed. He gave her a long once over. From the top of her head to the heels of feet, she had his full attention and didn’t even know it. Well, until her hand started digging around the bag for what she knew was his fries.

She had them in her hand, ready to bring them to her mouth when a hand curled around her wrist, turned her hand a bit and dropped them in Leati’s mouth.

“Ms. I don’t want any fries.”

“Yours looked good.”

Nashae pulled out two more and quickly put them in her mouth before he could stop her. She swayed side to side again, stopping when she realized how close Leati was to her. Her back was pressed up against his chest.

“I don’t think I’m the only one that had a crush on you though.”

Arms around her middle, Leati leaned down so his head was on her shoulder. He felt her tense at his closeness. She didn’t pull away, but he could tell she was still nervous.

“You’re the only one that matters,’ Nashae replied. “It does come with the territory though.”

“I guess I have to earn my keep. You have a lot of admirers.”

Nashae shrugged, his lips right beside her ear. His beard rubbing against her cheek.

As they finished up their food, she was sitting between his legs as they watched TV in the bed. Well, she was trying, he was kissing the back and sides of her neck. She leaned back, head rolled to the side as he tasted her skin. Her chest rose and fell very visibly.

“You’re so sensitive,’ he remarked, nosing along the length of her neck as she shivered. “You get so worked up just from my touch.”

To prove his point, he placed his hand on her stomach, his thumb right under her top. Her stomach fluttered and she grabbed his wrist.

“Is it me?” He asked.

“A little.”

“Noted.”

He pulled away with a smile and leaned back against the pillows, his hands behind his head. She sat up, miffed, and turned to look at him confused.

“What-’

Nashae turned around and looked at him. He avoided her gaze, pretending to watch the movie.

“Leati!”

“O le a?” He asked.

“E le mafai ona e pa'i mai ia te a'u ona toso ese ai lea faapea.”

“Manaia tele le leo Samoa i ou laugutu.”

She folded her arms across her chest and pursed her lips.

“E te mana'o ou te pa'i atu ia te oe?.”

“Ou te le iloa le mea ou te manao ai, ae ou te fiafia pe a e paʻi mai ia te aʻu.”

“You told me you were a virgin,’ he said, ‘and I’m not going to do anything that you aren’t ready for. So when you ask me to touch you, what do you mean?”

The switch to English and the focus on her virginity made her grimace. She hated this talk. It was always the crucial moment in relationships and it determined whether they wanted to deal with a relationship or not.

“Leati,’ she whispered, ‘I-’

“If I am going to be the one that takes you to bed, I want you to be ready for it. For me, you know?”

“Yeah, I know I just, I don’t have much experience in this.”

Standing up, Nashae rubbed her hands on her pants. They were suddenly clammy.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to, baby.” He watched her pace.

“Yeah, there are moments when I don’t want you to go slow.” She admitted.

She wouldn’t say he made her feel so submissive, but she was sure he could pick up on it.

“I just know that I don’t know what I’m doing and would probably be a disappointment.”

“Woah, woah, woah,’ he beckoned her back to the bed. Patting the spot between his legs, where she had been, he took her hands in his.

“We don’t have to think about that right now. The fact that you want me to touch you is enough. I get to kiss you as much as I want so for right now, just lead me where you want me.”

Translations:

“O le a?” - What

“E le mafai ona e pa'i mai ia te a'u ona toso ese ai lea faapea.” - You can't touch me and pull away like that.

“Manaia tele le leo Samoa i ou laugutu.” - The Samoan voice on your lips is very nice. (literal) I mean't it sounds good coming from her*

“E te mana'o ou te pa'i atu ia te oe?.” - Do you want me to touch you?

“Ou te le iloa le mea ou te manao ai, ae ou te fiafia pe a e paʻi mai ia te aʻu.” - I don't know what I want, but I like it when you touch me.

#roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic

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seerofmike · 1 year

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song rec megapost

got around to listening to all the song recommendations in my askbox !! please do NOT send anymore song recs. there were a lot and since there were a lot i didnt provide any commentary just my rating on the songs. ok anyways here we go.

muse - knights of cydonia

carvan palace - moonshine

dion - the wanderer

[pushing the other anons out of the way] Good as it Gets by Little Hurt. Finally something good for u

moonlight sunrise TWICE

ascension GORILLAZ

I'm going to make you rate music from the worst country to get music from now: my own. Spittin On Ye Citystreets by Chef'Special

Manon by De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig

Ik Vind Je Lekker by De Kraaien

Louise by Jett Rebel

Perfect by Dio and Glen Faria

consider this song. Mondays! by whokilledxix and pussy riot

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE: IJswater by Typhoon

song rec : kitchen fork by jack conte !

lee juck - stoning

song rec: nasha by aurat

Roar - Russkaja

Turbo Killer- Carpenter Brut

Flat Earth- Clowncore

Nervous Waltz- Igorrr

Hyro the hero - never back down

heres two: bring me the horizon-OBEY

and grow as we go - ben platt

im not listening to this

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lili-loves-whump · 3 months

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lili-loves-whump presents, a 'whump: the musical!' snippet,

Newsies

first previous next

The bar is behind them, and their sweater is inside. Whumpee is in nothing but a white long sleeved tee. Still, with their arms wrapped around their middle, they walk.

They walk away from Caretaker's house. They need time to process before returning. They know they will eventually- they just pray Caretaker isn't tailing them, or working themselves into an anxious frenzy like they sometimes do.

They pass a park. A pair of old women, bundled to their nose, sit on benches and watch the snow silently.

Whumpee walks past with their head down, scrunching up their eyes when the pair snicker at them.

The playground is cold and looks mostly frozen over but still, Whumpee clambers up the slide, cold plastic biting into their palm.

Their boots stomp on the metal as they thud to the top, ducking under the metal beam quickly.

Their head is cold, and they pull their beanie down further, trying to get it to stretch over their forehead. It doesn't work very well, but still, they try.

The women have moved.

Whumpee does a slow spin, hands facing the sky as they close their eyes and turn like a ballerina.

Someone is laughing.

Their eyes snap open, arms crossed, and Whumpee scowls, brushing an icy piece of hair out of their eyes. Their hands shake, even through the gloves, and they feel cold, even through the cloud of alcohol and the beginning f a high they've finally hit.

The world seems brighter, more colourful. They smile despite themselves, and the girl below them sniggers harder.

Her hair is pulled out of her eyes and she is in a knitted turtleneck that is obviously very warm. The edges of thermals poke out from her pants, and her feet are bundled in leg warmers.

"Who are you," Whumpee hisses, and the girl raises her hands in surrender.

There is a red strip in the bangs of her dark hair. She is in a wheelchair.

"I'm Natia."

"Natia?" Whumpee pronounce slowly, climbing back down the slide.

Natia watches them, nodding, then shaking her head. "Like Nasha but spicier." She gestures to herself with a smile.

Whumpee notices the coat that is in her hands. She isn't wearing it. They raise an eyebrow.

Natia shrugs. "You look cold," she says in explanation.

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#lili loves whump #newsies #let em laugh in my face I don't care #whump #whump the musical #drabble #creative writing #trope #oneshots #whumpee #oc #Spotify

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swiftiebookwormlogastellus · 5 months

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when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 3 or ur favourite followers :) [i dont usually do this but MUSIC]

ty :))

My five fave songs are

Nasha by Shevya

Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

Mona Lisa by Sabrina Carpenter

Dress by Taylor Swift

Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift

Honorable mentions: Thug Story and You are in Love (both are by Taylor Swift)

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autumntouched · 1 year

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What do you think made Nat want to be a pilot?

Day 3 of Ode to Phoenix:

The story of why Natasha becomes a Navy pilot is much darker so keeping things light for now and sticking to her first desire to fly.

Also, so sorry in advance! I'm turning these around in less than 24 hours so there won't be much research or editing. Please let me know if there are any glaring/ignorant mistakes. Just a note that this story takes place in pre-9/11 airports when Natasha's parents would have been able to walk them to and pick them up from the gates.

For you @sylviebell

Inspired by real life pilot Beverley Bass featured in the song "Me And The Sky" from the musical Come from Away.

Summary: In the wake of her parents' divorce, a five-year-old Natasha adjusts to having to travel to see her dad and gets a lesson in flying.

Nothing Between Me and the Sky

Natasha presses her face and hands to the glass, watching the bags being loaded onto the plane. She looks for her brand new pink suitcase among them but can’t see it yet. What if it gets left behind?

Luca stumbles into her, and their heads knock together.

“Owee!” she complains, momentarily distracted by her brothers’ shoving match. “Say sorry Luca!”

“Don’t be such a baby, Nasha,” Sebastian taunts. “He barely touched you.”

Natasha looks for Mama to tell Sebastian and Luca to stop, but she’s chasing down Gabby who’s wriggled out of her stroller once again. Sebastian used to be nice. He used to let her play with him and read her his Tintin books. But he hasn’t been that way since Daddy decided he didn’t want to live with them anymore.

Luca will do anything to be on Sebastian’s side, so he sticks his tongue out at her. “Baby! Baby! Nasha is a baby!”

She turns to face them fully, her hands curling into fists. “I’m not a baby!”

“Are too,” Sebastian says, a mean grin spreading across his face. His dark eyes dare her to argue with him.

Natasha’s cheeks and neck heat with anger. “Am not, stupid!”

“Sebastian!” Mama’s back with Gabby on her hip. “You’re supposed to be in charge of your brother and sister. And Natasha, what have I told you about calling people names?”

Their mother glares at all of them, but none of them will break sibling code and point fingers at who started it. Even at five, Natasha knows better than that. “It’s not nice,” she mumbles. She drops to the floor and pulls her knees up to her chest. No one’s nice now that Daddy’s gone, even Mama sometimes. Before she would have given each of them a chance to explain what happened. At least, Mama doesn’t make her apologize. She’s distracted by the gate announcement over the PA.

Gabby kicks her legs and stares down at them with her thumb in her mouth. It’s not fair that she gets to have Mama all to herself while the rest of them go to Colorado to see Daddy.

Natasha crawls over to the window and sits back on her heels. She already misses Mama, even though she misses Daddy too. Her throat hurts like she’s going to cry, but Sebastian will start to make fun of her again if she does so she stares hard at the cart of luggage. What happened to her pink suitcase?

Natasha rests her forehead against the glass and glances over at the American Airlines plane. How does something so big get in the air? It looks heavy.

It’s not long before Mama touches her shoulder and holds up her red Hello Kitty backpack. “My suitcase isn’t on the plane!” Natasha tries to tell her while putting her arms through the straps.

“They’ll put it on, sweetheart, and it’ll be there when you get to Denver. It’s time to board.” She motions Luca over. “Hold your sister’s hand, please.”

Natasha snatches her hand behind her back, still mad at him for stepping on her. “I don’t need to hold his hand. I’m not a baby!”

Luca doesn’t look like he wants to hold hers either and glances pleadingly up at Mama. Gabby kicks Natasha’s shoulder twisting to look out the window. “Airpane!” she shrieks, pointing at the plane. “Airpane.”

Everyone’s hitting her, and Mama doesn’t care. Natasha crosses her arms and marches toward the door that leads to the plane. She wishes she could fly away by herself and never have to see any of them again.

Luca runs up beside her. “Mama says you have to hold my hand,” he grumbles. “Or you’re going to get in trouble.”

“I don’t like you! You didn’t say sorry,” Natasha refuses, keeping her arms crossed. She steps out of the way of a man hurrying to the desk before his duffel bag hits her in the head.

“Mama said—.”

“Mama said,” she repeats. It’s what Sebastian does when he wants to annoy them.

“Stop it, Nasha!”

“You’re going to get in trouble.”

She glares at him. He’s not supposed to tell on her. “You’re going to get in trouble,” she dares him.

Luca frowns, his blue eyes calculating, and then lunges at her. Natasha turns and runs for the gate. He’s right behind her and faster. A tug on her backpack pulls her up short and nearly off her feet. “Stop it, Nasha! You’re going to make Mama mad.”

Before she can turn around, a pretty woman in a blue uniform leans over the desk. “Are you the Trace family?”

“Yes,” Mama says, hurrying up behind them with a crying Gabby kicking in her stroller. “Luca, Natasha, and where—Sebastian!” Sebastian drags his feet to join them. The passengers lining up at the gate are looking at them in mild annoyance. One woman rolls her eyes in disgust.

“I hope they’re not sitting near us,” she complains loudly to the man in a business suit beside her.

Natasha moves closer to Luca. Sebastian must have heard the lady because he steps in front of them, a hard look on his face.

The pretty lady introduces herself as Tanya and tells them she’s going to help them onto the plane once they’ve said goodbye to Mama. Mama hugs and kisses each of them. Natasha hugs her back hard. She doesn’t want to let go. “I love you, Mama!”

“I love you so much, sweetie pie.” Mama cradles her face, her eyes a little shiny like she might cry too. Mama kisses her cheek and draws her in for one last hug. Natasha presses herself into her mother’s softness and inhales the smell of her perfume. It smells like flowers and princesses. “Be good for Daddy and look out for each other, okay?”

Natasha nods and squeezes tighter. When she lets go, Natasha blows a kiss goodbye to Gabby and takes Luca’s hand. They follow Tanya and Sebastian down the gangway to the plane. She looks back over her shoulder to see Mama waving to them until the people lining up behind them block her view.

While they wait at the front of the plane for the flight attendant to seat them, Natasha peaks into the cockpit and is surprised to see someone with shoulder length blonde hair bent over a clipboard.

“Are you a girl?” she asks in surprise. She’s never seen a girl fly a plane before!

The woman turns, a large smile on her face. “I am,” she says with a funny twang in her voice. “Are you flying with me today?”

“I think so,” Natasha says shyly. She looks around at all the buttons and knobs. There are so many. She wonders how the woman knows which ones to press. “Is that how you fly the plane?” she asks, pointing to the black yoke in front of the pilot.

“Want to come take a look? Be my co-pilot for a little?”

Natasha nods eagerly. She lets go of Luca’s hand so she can step into the doorway that leads to the tiny, mysterious room. The woman waves her closer. “I’m Captain Bass. What’s my co-pilot’s name?”

“Captain Natasha.”

That makes Captain Bass smile and deepens the laugh lines around her eyes. She looks very nice and brave. “A pleasure to be flyin’ with you today, Captain Natasha. Want to see how we’re going to take off?”

Natasha nods eagerly, resting her hand on the chair so she can lean forward to see all the things the captain points out to her. The actual co-pilot is a girl too! They let her touch some of the buttons and tell her about the big engines that will help them get in the air.

“See this, Captain Natasha?” asks Captain Bass, pointing to the yoke. “This is what steers the plane. When the plane’s going fast enough, we’ll pull back on this here to lift us off the ground. And when we’re ready to land, we push forward. Want to practice?”

Natasha nods eagerly.

The pilot gets out of her seat, and Natasha’s heart skips excitedly. Could she really get to see what it’s like to fly a plane? To look through the window and see the sky and the clouds in front of her? “Can I?”

“Up you go,” Captain Bass says, and Natasha climbs reverently into her chair. She can feel how important it is, the sense of weight it holds to be at the helm of something so powerful. A thrill rushes through her as she settles into the captain’s imprint and imagines herself being tall enough to look through the windshield. One day she’ll know what all of the panels and controls mean and how to use them to send something so heavy soaring high enough to make the world below look like a landscape of toys. She could fly other girls to see their daddies or mommies.

The pilot crouches beside her and shows her how to hold the yoke, and Natasha can hardly believe that something so small moves something so big.

Captain Bass holds up a headset. “And this is what I use to communicate with air traffic control. They’re the ones who know everything that’s going on and keep us all safe. One of the most important things about becoming a pilot is learning to be a good listener because you need a whole team of people to help you do your job well. Are you a good listener?”

“I’m a good listener,” Natasha promises, staring seriously into the pilot’s kind eyes. They’re as blue and clear as the sky. Natasha hopes she grows up to be just like her one day. It feels like this woman could do anything.

Captain Bass smiles and reaches into her bag. “Then looks like you’ve earned your wings, Captain Natasha. These mean you’re a pilot now too.” She hands Natasha gold wings like the ones on her chest and helps her out of the chair. “Maybe your parents can help you put these on.”

“My parents aren’t here,” Natasha says sadly, looking longingly at her new wings.

Understanding passes over the captain’s face. “Maybe we can see if Miss Paula can help you put those on, then.”

“I’d love to,” Miss Paula says. Natasha looks up to find another nice looking woman waiting for her in the doorway. The flight attendant takes the wings and pins them to her sweater, careful not to stick Natasha’s skin. “If you need anything during the flight, sweetie, you just let me know, okay? Let’s get you seated with your brothers.” She puts a hand on her shoulder to steer her down the aisle.

“One more thing,” Captain Bass says. She extends her hand and Natasha shakes it like a grown up. “Good to have you aboard, Captain Natasha. Thanks for your help getting everyone safely to their destination today.”

Natasha smiles proudly and touches the wings on her chest. She waves goodbye to the pilots before Miss Paula leads her to her brothers’ row and helps her put her backpack under the seat and buckle up between them.

“Where did you get those?” Luca asks, pointing to her wings.

Natasha sits up straight just like Captain Bass. “The pilot’s a girl like me! She made me a pilot too.”

He frowns and argues knowingly, “You’re too little to fly a plane.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Sebastian looks up from his book. “It’s just pretend, Luc. Leave her alone.”

“It’s not pretend,” Natasha insists. “I am too a pilot! I just flew the plane.”

Luca laughs at her and shakes his head. Her oldest brother shrugs, bored. “Okay, whatever. Just stop arguing about it. Why are you being so annoying?”

She bites her lip and looks down to hide how much that hurts. She doesn’t like when Sebastian is annoyed with her. Luca looks at her haughtily and mouths, “Are not.” Then he pulls out some of his coloring books and ignores her. With no one to play with, Natasha cranes her neck to look out the window over Sebastian’s shoulder.

The airport and Bay slide by as they taxi from the gate. She knows Captain Bass wouldn’t leave without her suitcase so it must have made it onto the plane. When the plane pauses on the runway, Natasha closes her eyes and imagines the cockpit. As the plane gathers speed, she pretends she’s there, hands on the controls with the open sky in front of her. And when the nose lifts off the ground, she’s the one pulling back aiming the plane to the clouds.

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

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tokkias · 1 year

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I find it weird how few Nalu babies have Beatle related names since every Heartfilia in the series has a Beatle related name.

that is very true and i am certainly a victim of that because even though that was probably an idea that came up in naming our fankids we went in an entirely different direction lead by what we know about natsu + lucy as characters and what we thought they would do rather than what we (being me and hailey) would do as creators.

this is probably somehting you'd wanna talk to resident music insaniac @nalunalu about tho. i know a total of like two beatles songs and im sure she knows. more than that.

though beatles inspired names or not. i am of the opinion that any name with actual thought put into it >>> nashi/nasha

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lhhomefics · 1 year

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Thank you for @wabadabadaba for mentioning me in your 2022 Writing Self Evaluation 💕 I'm taking that as a tag to do this too because I want to do it.

I became a part of the fandom just last year and started writing towards the end of that so most of my writing has been done in this year and I just want to have that here, especially because besides writing there’s been a lot of other stuff that’s happened in my life too so I think I need to take a moment to reflect and be proud of myself. Writing has also really helped me process things I wouldn’t have otherwise so this is an ode to my writing. Okay on with this!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 21

2. Word count posted for the year: 66,217

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, British Singers RPF, Music RPF, American (US) Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Orville Peck (Musician), Professional F1 Esports RPF

Putting a cut here because the next question is pairings and there are a lot (as expected!)

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/Emma Corrin, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Marcel/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles/Harry Styles, Harry Styles/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Angelina Jolie/Harry Styles, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Hailee Steinfeld/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Hailee Steinfeld, Orville Peck/Harry Styles, Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles, Nick Grimshaw/Meshach Henry, Louis Tomlinson/Lando Norris, Louis Tomlinson/Lizzo, Harry Styles/Zayn Malik, Harry Styles & Olivia Wilde, Olivia Wilde/Dianna Agron

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Moonstruck

Bookmarks: Moonstruck

Comments: head all full of stuffin'

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): Nasha Tera. I really wanted to write a fic that I could relate to because there aren’t many that have the kind of representation of religion that I was looking for. Even though this fic had barely any readers and I’ve wondered about that I am proud of myself for writing it and for putting myself in the fic in some ways and for the stream of consciousness style of writing style I let myself have.

Also all my wordplayfics. I set myself with a challenge with those and I think i succeeded and wrote some great stuff!

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Need Love. Not to be hard on myself but I feel like this was missing something and I wasn’t entirely happy with it but that’s a me thing. I know there’s people who liked it and I did too it’s just that I feel like I could have done better. I do hope to return to this verse and do the pairing more justice than I felt like I did.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: A review I received on Nasha Tera. It was a really lovely comment and made me feel seen <33

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Once again I mention Nasha Tera because this was a tough fic to write for me due to it’s personal nature. I was scared to write it, scared to post it, scared to have it out there and that translated in me feeling blocked.

Another time is with another fic that I am writing. I started that fic at the start of the year but it’s still not done and I’ve had a few times that I have been blocked on it. I hope to get it done at the start of next year though. It is called Lives in Daydreams and I’ve spoken a bit about it here.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Ordinary Day and head all full of stuffin'. These could both be considered horror and I never expected to write that genre but I did and I think I did them well!

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: This is from Better with you (not a 1D fic). This makes me laugh each time but also makes me a little sad and I love that I wrote it:

“Plus he’s like a popstar or whatever so I don’t know what to expect from his fans either!” Olivia exclaims. She is no stranger to hate from random strangers on the internet. It’s something you learn to block out when you get some notoriety, otherwise it would be too much. She can only hope that whatever happens doesn’t mess up her career, being a female director isn’t exactly a walk in the park.

“Oh really? Who is it?” Dianna can't help but ask. She’s getting this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knows it’s highly unlikely, after all what is the likelihood of a coincidence like that happening? So really Dianna only asks this to get rid of the unwarranted feeling she’s getting.

“Harry Styles,” Olivia says, proving Dianna’s wary feeling to be valid. Dianna feels like if Olivia hadn’t been gripping her she would fall off of her lap. She hadn’t really expected for her hunch to be correct.

“Like Harry Styles from One Direction? That Harry Styles? What’s he doing acting?”

“Um yes? I only know that it’s something he wants to try.” Olivia confirms, slightly confused at the disgruntled expression on her girlfriend's face.

“Taylor, as in my ex Taylor’s, ex fake boyfriend Harry Styles?!” Dianna prods further.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I challenged myself to write things that were a little difficult but I wanted to write them, I wrote with strict word limits and I think I did well, I wrote a lot of different pairings and types of fics.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I want to continue to write whatever I want and not worry about hate or whether people like it. I also want to try writing more fics outside of One Direction. I also want to challenge myself to write fics where there is some world building. My first attempt will be in a fic I talk about here.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

First of all the @writerscornercafe discord. The people in it who have helped me with my questions and the mods for making this great place to help us write. I wrote a lot thanks to the monthly sprints that I attended, I am glad I joined it.

@wabadabadaba you are someone I can talk to about my ideas and I know you’ll be just as excited as me about them, even if I leave cliffhangers and hide some ideas from you :P thankyou for being there and motivating me to write and cheerleading me! <3 Also, I love love love your writing and I’m proud of you for writing what you want!

@uhoh-but-yeah-alright you have been a great beta for some of my fics and I feel lucky that one of my favorite writers in this fandom likes my fics. Thankyou for all your help, you’ve helped me improve my writing and your comments on the works you’ve betaed are always so lovely. Your comments on my other fics always make me smile too. Thankyou for the love <3

@homosociallyyours you are another of my favorite writers. Thankyou for your help with some of my works! I always love discussing ideas with you and I hope you feel the same. <3

@jlf23tumble I don’t know if you know it but your comments on my fics are always great to see! Thanks for being someone I can talk to about fics that no one else might want to hear about! You’ve really helped me to write the stuff I want to write instead of caring about who will read it. And some of my fics have definitely been inspired by conversations with you! Also thankyou for being a great friend <33

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: The two times that I have written a girl Zayn centered fic (i.e. Right Now I Can’t See Straight and Nasha Tera) I have put pieces of myself in there. The struggles with religion and conservative upbringing and figuring out her sexuality that the Zayn in these two fics goes through in different capacities mirrors my own. Nasha Tera has some more small details that are from my real life too. Another writing that mirrors some of my own feelings is Just Me. I’m sure my other writings probably have some bits of me too to a much smaller extent. Other than that not many real details about me really show up in my writing.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Write what you want to write, write for yourself. I know it’s not easy but it’s worth it.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I have quite a few WIPs that I’m hoping to complete in the new year. 4 are for fests, the others are not but I might still join some more fests and add to my wips.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@homosociallyyours @uhoh-but-yeah-alright and anyone else who wants to do it!

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