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BOTTOMS (2023) Dir. Emma Seligman
BOTTOMS now in theaters!
rip marlene mckinnon you would've loved Bottoms (2023)
Isabel doodle yippee!!!
VICTORY TOUR POSTERS pt. 1
ANNIE CRESTA, WINNER OF THE 70th HUNGER GAMES
“annie’s the one who went mad when her district partner got beheaded. ran off by herself and hid. but an earthquake broke the dam and most of the arena got flooded. she won because she was the best swimmer”
THE MERMAID OF DISTRICT FOUR
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i once again have havana rose liu as annie cresta brainrot! once again ty to @dxnyarya for coming up with this fancast in the first place :’)
NOT ANOTHER TEEN MOVIE
pairing: isabel (bottoms) x fem!reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: none unless you count intentional lowercase lol
summary: y/n finds a surprise guest after closing night of the musical.
“isabel!”
there could not have been worse timing. y/n was freshly out of the dressing room, her makeup hastily removed and skincare hastily done, leaving her with oddly shiny skin and remnants of mascara left under her eyes. she had already taken off her costume, leaving her in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweater. and there was isabel, looking perfect in a flowery dress and smelling like vanilla.
the two had met in fight club a few months prior, and it was safe to say that the events of the huntington game had brought everyone a little closer—y/n and isabel in particular. of course, isabel was still a popular cheerleader and y/n was still a semi unknown member of the drama department, but they smiled at each other in the hallway now, so…progress?
“hi,” isabel said with a little wave. y/n waved back, still a little stunned by her being there. before she could respond, though, isabel suddenly reached for something under her arm. “oh, uh, these are for you.”
she held out a small bouquet of yellow flowers, and y/n felt her face start to heat up. “oh wow, these are…beautiful,” she stuttered, taking them from her. she awkwardly held them up to their nose, smelling them. they smelled like flowers (duh), but there was the slightest hint of isabel's vanilla body spray. she decided in that moment that these flowers were going in a vase in her room and would be watered every damn day. she'd keep them alive if it killed her.
“i had no idea you could sing like that," isabel said, "if i could sing like you, i'd, like, do it all the time."
y/n laughed at that, her face flushing red. "thanks."
isabel opens her mouth to answer, but a guy walked by and hugged y/n, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "we all good to leave for the party?" he asked. he was another cast member in the show—playing y/n's love interest.
"yeah, go ahead. i got everything set up earlier today."
the guy nodded and headed out with a small group of cast and crew. isabel saw people starting to trickle out and started to wonder if she should leave. "well, i guess i'll see you-"
"there's a cast party at my house, if you wanna join," y/n said quickly, before trying to casually add, "or whatever."
“isn’t that, like, a theater person thing?” isabel asked with a laugh.
“traditionally, yes, but it’s my house and i want you in it.”
isabel paused, considering the request. she didn't have anywhere to be tonight. if it were a couple months ago, she would've been hanging out with jeff at some lame party. she probably wouldn't even know that the school musical was mamma mia, or that y/n was playing sophie. she'd never be here. somehow that made her sad. "sure," she said eventually, "i'd love to."
y/n let out a breath (which she belatedly realized was a sigh of relief). "cool. i'll send you the address."
isabel nodded and the two parted ways. less than a minute later, isabel's phone dinged with a text from y/n, sending her her home address. she put it into maps and pulled out of the school parking lot, trying to ignore the way her hands were shaking on the wheel.
y/n thought she looked like an idiot, waiting by the door for her to show up. the party went into full swing as time progressed, with more people showing up. the pizza arrived, the drinks (soda) were flowing, and isabel was nowhere in sight. y/n was eventually about to give up and accept that isabel had decided not to show, when the door suddenly opened and there she was, looking around the foyer, entirely lost.
y/n tried to emerge from around the corner like she hadn't even known she was there. "oh, you made it!" she said, hoping to god she played that off semi-normal.
"yeah, sorry, i got lost," she laughed. "your house is really nice."
"thanks," y/n replied, "um, let me go check in with mark and i'll give you a tour."
without another word, y/n moved through the kitchen and went to the backyard, tapping mark roughly on the shoulder. "make sure no one breaks anything, i have to go do something."
mark glanced over and saw isabel standing at the door. a smirk formed on his face. "or do someone—"
y/n slapped his arm. "shut up!"
mark laughed and raised his hands in surrender. "i'll hold down the fort."
"thank you. jesus."
"have fun getting freaky with a cheerleader!"
y/n flashed him her middle finger and walked off, heading back to where isabel was standing. "alright, i've ensured the house won't be burned down in my absence. i'll give you the grand tour."
they weaved through the kitchen, the living room, the office, and headed upstairs. y/n narrated as they went (and narrated here means talking until she was out of breath, purely out of nerves, giving isabel zero time to get a single word in).
the last stop on the tour—the one y/n was dreading the most—was her room. she did a quick peek inside first to make sure nothing too compromising was on the floor (socks, underwear, etc.). after throwing a loose sweater in the closet, she invited isabel in, standing in front of her barely made bed like a kindergartener presenting their project.
isabel's eyes drifted to the picture frames on her desk from all her previous musical productions, starting from the time she was five years old. "you've been doing this for a while, huh?"
"pretty much my whole life. my parents put me into every sport imaginable, but those didn't really work out."
"i wish my mom had let me be in plays and stuff. she says all the girls who do theater end up pregnant by college," isabel replied dreamily. then. upon seeing y/n's face, clarified, "but i'm sure that won't be the case for you! my mom says weird stuff sometimes."
y/n laughed, making a mental note to stay away from isabel's mom. she sat down on her bed, watching as isabel floated throughout the room, looking at her posters and pictures, before finally she sat down next to her on the edge. y/n's heart sped up.
"it's really cool that you can get up on a stage and just...sing like that," isabel said. "i can't really sing very well."
"but i can't dance nearly as well as you."
"oh, come on, i saw you during...what was it? lay all your love on me?"
"if you consider crawling seductively on the floor to be dancing, then sure."
"well, you looked good doing it."
y/n's smile faltered ever so slightly at that. isabel was sitting so close she could feel the heat radiating off her, stray hairs tickling her arm. she looked over at her and was met with her piercing grey eyes. and in that instant she lost every inch of nerve she had, leaning in and kissing isabel softly.
and it was great, right up until isabel pushed her away with a schoked look on her face.
"how could you do that?!" isabel exclaimed.
y/n's heart plummeted into her stomach. oh god. oh god, i messed that up bad. "oh my god, i-i'm so sorry, i didn't mean-"
"you have a boyfriend!"
she froze. "what?"
"that guy from the show! the one that kissed you!"
y/n's brows furrowed. "mark?" she asked. isabel nodded and y/n shook her head. "no, no, mark is gay! we're just friends!"
"he is? i mean, you are?"
"yes!" y/n said, a relieved laugh escaping her lips.
"oh," isabel said, feeling slightly embarrased. "sorry. i didn't mean to scare you, i just...i hate cheaters, you know? 'cause of jeff, and all that..."
"yeah, of course, i totally understand," y/n replied. "i hate cheaters too. just, like, on principle."
isabel nods, and they stand in silence for a few moments. y/n focuses on trying to get her heartbeat down from its breakneck pace. that was almost a disaster. well, it basically was.
after a few minutes of silence, isabel speaks.
"so...did you want to kiss me again?"
y/n turned, eyes wide. "hm?"
"oh, sorry, never mind, i thought—"
"no, no i heard you, i just...do you want me to?"
isabel smiled sheepishly. "yeah."
y/n breathed in shakily. "okay," she nodded, before gently leaning in and kissing her again. this time, isabel didn't pull away. this time she pulled her in by the waist and kissed her through a smile.
mamma. fucking. mia.
Wait everybody hear me out I’m having thoughts…Havana Rose Liu as Annie Cresta fancast!
