#and seeing clapping emojis and comments about how right the writers were to make her ace

[uncriticalbunny]

saw people on twitter ranting about how sydcarmy shippers are antiblack and can't stand to see sydney stand on her own and how it's acephobic to want to see syd in love. here's the thing: storer had a ridiculously strong reaction when he saw people shipping syd and carmy and not for any of those aforementioned reasons. he didn't have any phony concerns about ace rep or seeing a black woman being strong on her own [I'd barf]. he legit scoffed at romance/sex in the show when he saw how a *very small number* of people liked the darkskin black woman and the white man together. and then he introduced claire. if you are not mentioning these things or feel the need to twist what sydcarmys actually want out of the ship, your arguments are not in good faith.

the show is not void of romance or sex at this point. and I've already talked about this in depth. so no, I won't be satisfied with sydney [the only black female character in this show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] not having a romantic storyline, and I'm saying this as an ace black woman. at the end of the day, the people who don't want to see sydcarmy together outnumber the number of people who do [by far]. tumblr is a bubble. and I've yet to see a sydcarmy tweet go viral like any of the ones against them. it's never any ranting about any of the actual racist shit syd/ayo go through by fans of the show. it's always "swirl ship bad." like c'mon.

[kawaiikichi]

I Would (Saiouma)

Saiouma “You have to stay awake” with happy ending for @just-a-random-shipper-passing-by and Saiouma “You can’t die, I won’t let you” for Anon! I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two requests, both of them were speaking to me for this particular one-shot.

I also apologize for the extremely long wait! I’ve been busy as heck with work, planning and working on pieces for two bangs and an exchange, and also battling with writer’s block and begging for motivation to hit me.

I feel that this one isn’t particularly angsty, but some sad stuff goes down at the beginning.

I hope you guys like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

*Based on this request and this request*

Title: I Would

Prompts: “You have to stay awake” and “You can’t die, I won’t let you”

Summary: Shuichi and Kokichi have a heart to heart that ultimately leads to a secret being revealed.

One-Shot Notes: Actors AU (well, to be precise, they’re drama actors; been watching a lot of Kdramas recently so there’s that)

(I’m posting on mobile due to my computer finally choosing to die on me so start reading under the emojis!)

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Blood.

That was all Shuichi could see as he held Kokichi in his arms. His white shirt was soaked in it, the gunshot wound on his stomach gushing blood. Shuichi had called the ambulance, which was arriving soon.

Shuichi choked out a sob.

“The ambulance should be here at any moment, you have to stay awake. You just have to!” he shouted.

Kokichi smiled sadly.

“Hey...don’t cry. I don’t like it when you cry, remember?” he said.

A bloody hand moved up to wipe away Shuichi’s tears, which only made him cry harder.

“You idiot...why did you have to take the bullet? Why?!”

“Because...my task was to protect you, Masahiro-kun. I can’t have you dying on me. Imagine what your parents would think if you died.”

“And what about me?! What about what I would think if you died, Shinji-kun?! I care so much about you! I don’t want you to die!”

Kokichi chuckled weakly.

“Well…” he coughed. “It is what it is.” he said.

He continued to stare into Shuichi’s eyes.

“If I do die today, I won’t regret it. I saved the one that I love, so it’s alright. I’ll be able to die happy as long as you’re alive.” he said.

Shuichi shook his head.

“No, don’t say those kinds of things. You can’t die, I won’t let you.” Shuichi told him.

Kokichi coughed more, blood spilling from his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I’m so...sorry…” he trailed off.

His eyes shimmered with tears.

“Remember...I love you, Masahiro-kun.”

Kokichi’s eyes slid shut as the life in him began to disappear. His hand fell from Shuichi’s cheek, falling to his side as his body went limp in his arms. Shuichi was paralyzed with fear.

“No...no, no, no, you can’t die. You can’t leave me like this!” he shouted.

He began to shake Kokichi’s body.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up!” he let out a wail. “No! Wake up! You can’t leave me alone! You can’t leave me by myself! I can’t live without you!”

He let out another heart wrenching sob.

“No! Shinji-kun!” he screamed.

“And cut!”

Kokichi’s eyes flew open and they moved from their position on the ground as applause was heard.

“Excellent! Just excellent! That was some superb acting from you two, Saihara-kun and Ouma-kun!” a girl with blue hair tied back into a ponytail and blue eyes behind white framed glasses exclaimed.

“Thanks, Shirogane-san.” Shuichi said.

“Okay!” Tsumugi clapped her hands together. “Break time! We’ll resume filming at two thirty!” she declared.

Everyone dispersed soon after, indistinct conversations filling the air. Shuichi sighed, running a hand through his hair as Kokichi spoke.

“Maaaaaaaaaan, they really overdid it with the fake blood! It was absolutely everywhere! I actually liked this outfit a lot. Such a shame that it had to get ruined like this.” he commented.

“There should be a spare one in the back, you know.” Shuichi told him.

“Oh, I was only joking. Thank god I won’t have to wear this outfit again! It goes against my aesthetic.” Kokichi stated.

He headed to the back with Shuichi following suit.

“What, you prefer wearing a gazillion patterns over something simple?” Shuichi asked.

“To be more precise, it’s checkered patterned clothes.” Kokichi corrected.

As soon as they stepped into the backstage area, they headed to their changing room. Shuichi closed the door behind him as Kokichi began to shrug off the tan peacoat he wore.

“So, where should we go for lunch this time, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

“Hm…I’m not sure. Are you in the mood for anything in particular?” Shuichi answered.

“I’m fine with anything, really. Are you in the mood for something specific?”

“Tempura sounds good right about now.”

“Then, tempura it is!”

As the white button up shirt fell to the floor, Kokichi clicked his teeth as he watched himself in the mirror.

“Ugh, this looks absolutely gross. I’m going to have to shower before we go.” he said.

“Then, go ahead. I’ll just get changed in the meantime.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi glanced over his shoulder at Shuichi as the taller male went to grab his clothes.

“Say, you did very good. It was extremely convincing.” he commented.

“I’m glad. I spent two weeks trying to perfect it.” Shuichi said.

“So Saihara-chan...say I got shot by some mafia gangster dude to protect you.” he began.

Shuichi narrowed his eyes at him.

“Ouma-kun…” he trailed off.

“I am just saying. It is only a scenario. So anyway, say that happened. Would you cry over me and beg me not to die like Masahiro-chan did with Shinji-chan?” he asked.

“I would.” Shuichi replied without hesitation.

Kokichi arched a brow.

“I think you should think about that a little more. Would you really?”

“I would. There’s no need for me to rethink it.”

Kokichi pressed his lips into a thin line as he turned away.

“You sure about that? Because honestly, it’s not like we’re close enough that we have a huge impact on each other. I’m that one actor your friends don’t want you to get close to because of my shady past and the things that I do. Heck, I get into trouble a lot for things you would never forgive, so—“

“Ouma-kun.”

Hands were placed on either side of Kokichi, trapping him against the vanity counter. Kokichi slowly rose his view, breath catching in his throat at how Shuichi stared at him through the mirror, golden eyes glinting with a seriousness that he rarely ever saw.

“I find that during the course of filming this drama that we have gotten pretty close. We go out to eat a lot, we hang out a lot, and we’ve talked to each other about things that I haven’t even told my closest friends. I feel a special connection with you that I haven’t felt with anyone else. I feel comfortable around you. And I feel so many other things around you.” Shuichi said.

“Like...like what?” Kokichi asked.

“My heart skips a beat when you smile, when you laugh, and whenever you’re close to me. I find myself looking forward to when I see you next and I’m always thinking about you.” Shuichi told him.

Kokichi’s heart hammered against his rib cage as Shuichi continued.

“As for those things that you did in the past, I don’t care. That’s all in the past and you’ve stopped doing those things now. You’re a better person. So forget what my friends think, all I care about is the current you.” Shuichi licked his lips. “Ouma-kun, why do you put yourself down so much?” he asked.

“I…” Kokichi reached up to twirl some hair around his finger. “It’s not that I’m putting myself down…” he trailed off.

“No, you are. Ouma-kun, you’re an amazing person. I don’t know what I would do if you died on me. I think I would cry a lot and miss you terribly. Honestly, just like Masahiro, I wouldn’t be able to live without you either.” Shuichi said.

“Saihara-chan...what is it that you’re trying to say?” he asked.

“I think you know what I’m trying to say, Ouma-kun.” Shuichi said.

“I don’t.”

“That’s not what your eyes are telling me.”

Kokichi bit his lip, his eyes fixed on their reflection in the mirror. Shuichi continued to stare as he spoke.

“Ouma-kun...I have feelings for you.” he said.

Kokichi’s heart raced faster at Shuichi’s soft-spoken confession. He had liked Shuichi from the first time he watched one of the dramas he starred in. But, he didn’t think that Shuichi would give him the time of day, so he tried his best to get rid of that crush.

Hearing that Shuichi felt the same way about him was enough to make him nearly combust.

“You...like me?” he asked.

“I do.” Shuichi replied.

“Since when?” Kokichi asked.

“Hm...I think it was when I saw you filming for a drama a year ago? You looked very cute that day and it was love at first sight for me. I wanted to try and get closer to you, but your schedule was very packed and my friends kept advising against getting to know you. When I heard that they were going to start working on this drama and that you had been chosen to play the role of Shinji, I went and auditioned for the role of Masahiro. I gave it my all because I wanted to act with you no matter what. When I got it, I was so excited. Not only would I be able to act with you, I would also get to talk to you and become friends with you. These feelings I had for you grew stronger over time, but I feared that if I confessed and you turned me down, things would get so awkward. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I kept quiet.” Shuichi explained.

“So...what prompted you to confess to me now?” Kokichi asked.

“I guess you could say it felt right.” Shuichi replied.

“I see…” Kokichi trailed off.

They fell silent. The only sounds were conversations going on outside and footsteps heading up and down the hall. Shuichi looked at Kokichi, watching how he bit his lip tentatively.

“You don’t have to answer me right away. I know that it was very sudden, so take all the time you want to think about it.” he told him.

Shuichi pulled away and Kokichi wanted nothing more than to pull him back. But, he decided against it.

“I’ll go and change. I’ll be waiting outside the studio when you’re done.” Shuichi said as he headed off to get dressed.

Kokichi could only stare as Shuichi left, his heart racing quickly. His hand flew over his chest.

“He likes me...he actually likes me…” he trailed off.

A smile made its way to his lips.

Saihara-chan likes me.

He had to stop himself from squealing in delight as he grabbed for his clothes and headed to the bathroom, excited for what would happen next.

[iamdorka]

Craving (Sebastian Stan One shot)

Hi there! I just brought you something to read this beautiful saturday afternoon, I hope you will like it! You should know that english isn’t my first language so sorry for the mistakes but beside that I hope you will enjoy this!

Inspiration? THIS post from @amor-imagines (SO happy that she wouldn’t mind using her post, thanks for that again. Also you should really check out her page, it’s awesome)

Who is in it? Reader x Sebastian Stan (+ Chace Crawford x Elisabeth Olsen X Nina Dobrev x Jessica Szohr)

Words? 4049

Ps.: I don’t mind feedbacks at all! It would mean so much to me! <3

- Like really, Chace… what was that picture about? – I asked him this rethorical question but I knew he will answer it for me. I was sitting in my kitchen, my laptop was in my lap and I was at Chace’s Instagram profile while I was talking to him at the phone.

- You say that like it’s a huge problem.. – I could literally imagine his face saying that, like he was really playing with me.

„Here you have Sebastian Stan, talking on the phone with Y/N. I’m the third wheel even if Y/N is not here. #younglove – I read him out loud the capture of his latest instagram post which involved me, pretending I’m him.

- You know I don’t sound like that. – he clapped back right away, cleary avoiding my point. He thought he was good at this avoiding game, I knew he wasn’t. – Also… you don’t have to lie about it… I know he was talking to you then. – he added, feeling he was like a brilliant Sherlock Holmes.

- Why would I lie about it? – I knew he knew I was talking to Sebastian like 10 minutes ago, because Seb made me say hello to Chace because altough our friend tried his best spy game on Seb he failed miserably. Our friends really thought they were clever. They were painfully wrong.

- … on Sebastian’s face there was that cute smile which only appears when he is talking to YOU. You think we haven’t noticed it? – he really thought that I was this amateur after all this years of friendship? Poor Chace.

- Dear Chace….- I started while laughing hard. - … I knew you were there. Also Sebastian is one of my best friends, you can back off. – I added while resting my palms on my forehead.

- But really Y/N… have you seen the comments below? – I think he lives in such an alternative universe where he simply ingores what the other says, in this case one of his best friends, me.

- You are the one who really should know that reading all the comments does not lead to a good place. – I said while massaging my nose and thinking about that I’m spending my lunch break talking about this „important” issue.

„This is so cute” – silence – „Can we have an affirmation about Y/N and Seb? Are they really a thing? – silence – „I CAN NOT PROCESS THIS *heart eyed emojis*” – Chace thought that reading me the comments playing three different fangirls was a good idea but this really didn’t have an effect on me. I saw the comments and I knew there are lots of them like A LOT.

- You are worse than a child Chace, really. – I said while I held my phone between my face and shoulder and I may or may not started typing something in the comment section. – Although… you are on vacation… why is your phone glued to your hands? – I highlighted the most important thing. – Sent. – muttered myself quietly.

- Everyone is preparing themself for lunch, and I’m ready to go, besides…. don’t you miss your best friend? – he was reffering to himself trying to get an admitting answer from me.

- What a shame that my break is over. – I started acting like a drama queen trying to hold my laughing back. It was a total failure.

- You are a freelance writer, Y/N. – he highlighted that I organize my time as I want.

- Good bye Chace. – I giggled and I wanted to break the conversation but I heard his last words.

- I saw your comment. – he added like I didn’t know about that. It was on Instagram, on social media, for God sake.

„As you can see Chace, I’m there even if I’m not”. – this was my comment under that Sebastian picture leaving the conspiracy theories for the online community which I know really well and which included my dear friends too.

 I met Chace and Sebastian on the set of Gossip Girl years ago and while they were actors in the show I was an intern for the writers and actually afters years I became one too. Even the show ended years ago our friendship didn’t. And over the years we became more than friends, we became family, a real family. We could be in different parts of the world but we were there for each other. Always.

- Our lunch date is still going on, right? – I could deny that I live my life on my phone but it wouldn’t really matter anyway so right now I was talking to Lizzie ont he phone, aka to Miss Olsen.

- I already see the wineglass in my hand, I’m daydreaming about it. – I answered while I kept reading the script which I was working on right now. I tried to save what I could but it was really a challenge.

- I have exactly the same daydreams… - she added laughing. – I think this day will never be over. – I could really hear in her voice that she was tired af. – Don’t you dare starting without me. – she said when she heard that I was drinking something.

- Chill out girl… it’s only lemonade. – I laughed.

- As if you were on vacation too…hmm… how interesting is that. – she commented that shamelessly and before even she could start to say something else they were calling her back to work.

- It looks like somebody has to work. I’m so sorry. – I acted like I was sorry but both of us knew I wasn’t.

- This is not over yet… - she threatened me but it was more like funny than scary.

They all were on a mission which really doesn’t include me but actually it was all about me… and Sebastian.

We were friends. We are friends. Me and Sebastian. We knew that.

No… I wasn’t blind or something like that. I saw what I saw and I knew the years were really good for Sebastian. But nothing really showed that we should be together. Yes there were some periods in our life when we were both singles at the same time and also we could be really flirty sometimes but that was all. Also we should really mention that Sebastian is always so flirty with women even with men too so it wasn’t something special with me. Although I knew something else… I knew that this flirting for him was an automatic wall around him protecting his soul. It doesn’t really harm anybody so… why should I be the one not to play along?

- Woaaahhh, what a beautiful date I have here! – Lizzie welcomed me when I probably arrived not long after her at the restaurant.

- You just said that to the bottle of wine what you just ordered, right? – I leaned closer to her just to kiss her cheek.

- It was just waiting for you. – and she gave the waiter the sign that he could pour us some wine. And oh my gosh, my soul was so waiting for this moment that I can not put into words. Closing my eyes I just enjoyed how the fresh wine cooled not just my body but my soul too. – I hope you missed me too. – she said smiling.

- I was literally counting the hours until our date… - I admitted it and grabbed some salted pastries while I was waiting for our orders. We have a habit that when we come here we always order the „Pasta of the day” and it has never disappointed us. Never. - … I’m really happy that I don’t see scripts or any work related stuffs. – I layed back to my chair enjoying the calm situation.

- Good, because if I had to change my outfit one more time I would literally run from here naked.- she admitted, probably she had a really challenging photoshoot today.

- To the working ladies. – I raised my glass and so did she.

- To working ladies who want to be drunk desperately tonight… because we deserve it. – she completed my sentence stylishly and I couldn’t agree with her more.

- Ohh sure we do. – I heard some new voice behind me and soon it was not just one person but two actually.

- I hope you don’t mind I invited them too to our date night! – Lizzie said while welcoming the two new arrivers.

- Nina, Jessica! – I inmediatly put my glass on the table and stood up hugging both of them at the same time.

- I just heard someone mentioning drunk friends. – Nina raised her eyebrows smiling at us.

- One more of this! – I inmediatly pointed at the wine bottle while looking at the waiter.

- As you wish. – he said nicely… and yeah our night started and countined as we tought it would.

After the best pasta of the city and maybe two bottles of the finest wine we just were so happy we could walk ont he streets holding each others arms. We were young and we missed each other so much. These nights when we were in the same city at the same time were to remember and we knew how to make the best of it.

- The camera is here. – Nina shouted us quite cheerfully, just like a little kid, when she wanted to take a group selfie but we didn’t really payed too much atention to her phone.

- Okay, okay, okay!- I put my arms around her neck and kissed her cheeck sweetly, so did the others.

- You… Instagram addicted people… are the worst. – I laughed and this was the first time I grabbed my phone from my purse this night.

- You seriously think we should hide from the world how awesome we are? – Nina asked this with quite a straight face.

- It would be such a shame not share it… - it was so hard not to burst into laughter but I just looked at my phone and saw something that inmediatly put my thoughts somewhere else. Maybe 2 hours ago Lizzie shared a photo of me on Instagram with quite an interesting capture: 

„Hi Sebastian, isn’t my date really HOT? I mean… just look at her *fire emojis*” – the capture was interesting but what were even more interesting were the comments. „Just the fact that Lizzie mentioned Sebastian in the post is more than suspicious.”

- You know you are out of your mind, right? – I showed Lizzie the post while the others tried to read my face.

- I have a really hot date… I don’t see what’s the problem. – she said innocently and I think she lived in the same parallel universe as Chace… maybe she was even worse.

- Let’s be clear… we are each others dates. – Jessica said while hugging us. – Although… have you thought about that you would have more than beautiful kids with Sebastian? Just imagine it! Oh my gosh! – I knew she was in that other universe too and as she was thinking about that absurd conspiracy she started fanning herself with her hand.

- I just have to aggree with them. You two would make a gorgeous couple. – Nina joined in too and she started to talk to the sky… or to God while praying for us. They all were crazy.

- You people… - I shook my head while searching with my eyes the nearest bar I really needed a drink. - … you have so much free time in your hands. – I said and inmediatly disappeared because on the other side of the street I found what I wanted. They had to run just to catch me but I was in before they could do that. – I just don’t want to dry out. – I touched my throat smiling and headed to the bar. – 4 tequila gold. – I said to the bartender. – Make it 8. – I looked at the girls.

- Why do I have the feeling that you are avoiding a concrete topic… getting drunk? Why do you avoid talking about him? – Jessica asked too many questions and I really felt my head was full. Gladly the bartender just served us.

- I just want to be shamelessly drunk… my soul needs it…really. – I insisted and while I was doing that I put my first but not the last portion of cinnamon on the back of my hand before drinking that tequila.

- You know… If we wanted to put more stereotypical topics in this conversation we just couldn’t. Why? Because we are the worst. – I told Jessica as she put her phone in my face on which I could see several of our male friends doing some photoshoots while wearing barely nothing. – Okay… let’s see. Hmmm. – I gave in… I just gave in. The things I was seeing.. or at least I could imagine while looking at those photos made my heart skipping a beat. Yeah… I was drunk and I didn’t really think about rights and wrongs. – This is really a hard question…. – I said while I was thinking like my life deppended on this answer.

- Let me see… - Lizzie joined me zooming on the pics pretending it was a really hard task we had to deal with. – I don’t know…I don’t know… - she put her head on her palm.

- It’s the big range… isn’t it? – Nina asked us while looking firmly at our face. She was more than curious for our decision.

- Mr. Crawford isn’t that bad although… - Lizzie said thinking loudly.

- I have to agree with that but Mr. Hemsworth’s arms look so… strong. – I admitted and my thoughts inmediatly flew somewhere else.

- Wife, children. – Jessica said with a sad smile on her lips.

- I know that. – I agreed with her knowing our limits very well even while drunk.

- But look at this gentleman… at Mr. Hiddleston… dear Lizzie… what could you tell us about him? – I turned to her because I knew really well that she shared more than Marvel movies with him and she could know a thing or two about him.

- Tom is a… gentleman. – she said and as soon as those words left her lips she turned so red you could not imagine that. She was so cute.

- Why is that you left out one person on purpose? – Jessica literally put her phone in my face like my lips almost reached the screen on which was a photo of him… of Sebastian.

- You want me to say that out loud? Really? – I asked this three ladies around me while trying to hide that photo of him from my eyes.

- Yeah. – just like a chorus they said it at once.

- You can wait for that…

 I didn’t really know how I managed to get in a cab but I was in one, and I just realised that when I opened my eyes because surely I was sleeping before. When I tried to breath in the cold morning air I realised it wasn’t that cold as it used to be… it was more humid and my lungs didn’t really liked that. I almost chocked just trying to breath.

- Look… this will help. – Jessica put a bottle in my hands and I gladly drank from it because I needed something to cool my lungs.

- This is… wine. – I almost started laughing but I drank that liquid as it was water.

- This was your idea on the airport… saying this way we won’t break the wine bottle. – Lizzie said this and while she did that I started to realise something… looking out the windows I could see clearly even with my hungover/drunk eyes that we weren’t in New York anymore.

- Arrived, ladies. – I heard the driver and I think his words were even more cruel to my body than the alcohol was. I needed a drink just to process this.

- Airport? – I asked as quite as possibly I could massaging my nose not even looking at my friends.

- Airport. – Lizzie confirmed that and stealing some french fries from Nina she looked at me like in the movies like she was eating popcorn.

- Really? – I asked really hoping that it was just a dream and somehow I will wake up soon in my own apartment.

- Really. – Jessica patted my shoulder and they could not hold in anymore. They bursted into laughter. Literally the whole cab was shaking because of them, but they really didn’t mind that at all.

I remembered literally nothing about the last couple of hours like this tiny sleeping period wiped out my whole memory section.

- We have more of this… right? – I asked holding this water/wine bottle in my hands. – Because I will not and can not explain this in a sober state of mine. – I said and carefully I started to get out of the cab. The one thing that helped me get through the whole situation that I wasn’t the only one who looked like shit. Okay… we were not looking like shit we just looked quite hungover and hungry, yes… really hungry. – Do I need even ask whose idea was this? – I put my hands on my hips as soon as I put my sunglasses on because this morning sunshine of Miami really started to hurt my eyes.

Yes… we were in Miami. Clearly I don’t know how we got here but I think they weren’t sure either.

- Do they know about us? – I turned to them and I felt if I don’t get out of my leather jacket I will burn alive here.

- I don’t think so. – Lizzie admitted while resting her chin on my shoulder.

- Okay… then I will burry myself under that tree. – I pointed at a random tree. – With this. – I added, grabbed the french fries from Nina’s hand but when I started to walk slowly a familiar face appeared in the main door of the mansion.

- Wow… wow… wow… fu… - I think he just wanted to go running but when he stepped outside he just met with four of his friends… from New York. It was a surprise for him clearly... but for us too, we could not deny it even if we tried.

- Chace! – I smiled at him with an awkward grin on my lips and before he could say something I started to walk towards him wanting to get inside of the house. We were here, we really could not do anything about it.

- Do I even want to know? – he asked the million dollar question and I stopped just in front of him just like a zombie.

- You think I could answer your question? – I ’answered’ and kept going inside. – I think I will drown myself in that pool. You will find me there. Okay? Bye. – I shouted just letting them to know where to find me.

The truth was my only desire right now was to find a cold and horizontal place where I could sleep through this, waking up in New York, hopefully.

Without thinking I stepped in the first room I found and I gladly could realise that it wasn’t some sort of storage and that the bed was empty… waiting just for me. Throwing my stuffs beside it I fell in it with my face because I really didn’t care. It was so comfy and cold and I think it was heaven on earth for me at that time. I could literally start crying because of the joy I was feeling like this bed hugged me in a way that I needed so much.

- Hmmm… what a suprise I got here. – I heard a voice from possibly the bathroom door and I just could not believe it. Without looking at him or even without opening my eyes I crawled to the pillows and layed there… just existing.

- I think it would be impossible to explain this. – I murmurred myself.

- Why should you explain it? – his voice this time came from a closer spot and I felt that the bed under him moved too so I knew he was right beside me… I felt it.

- I don’t know. – I admitted and completly felt my body melting into this bed. There was no scenario where I would leave this bed without sleeping a good one.

We were in silent, my face in the pillow and I just could not move… and the matter of fact I didn’t really want to do that. I was so calm there. And that’s when I felt that he moved my hair to one place because I think it was all over the bed and it started to get really warm around me.

- Thanks. – I said and I gathered all my strength to move a bit just to face him. I even opened my eyes. – Do I remember well… that… we even got a shipname last night? – the memories started to came back from last night… or at least some of them.

- You remember that we got a shipname… but you don’t remember how you got here? – he said laughing and he put his wet palm to my forehead and honestly it was the best idea ever.

- These memories are so strange. – I tried to shook my head but I failed but when he wanted to move his fingers from my forehead I inmediatly took his wrist. - „I’m quite jealous Miss Y/N. What about me?” – I remembered one of his comments below Lizzie’s picture of me and I said it out loud. Or at least I thought I remembered it but after all I woke up in Miami… so everything could happened.

„Chill out dear Stan…. you are my next one, just get back from that vacation of yours” – he answered me and I knew that comment was real. I texted him this on Instagram, right in front of thousands of people.

- I really want to burry myself. – I fell back watching the ceiling. I will never drink again, I stated this for myself.

- But what happens if I don’t get back to the city from my vacation… because you come to my vacation first? – he asked me and I just wanted to forget that he is in only a towel like 2 inches away from me. My toughts were not sane. I was not sane. I was here…. from New York.

- I don’t think that my body or my soul can even understand this. – I said it while looking at his perfect ocean blue eyes. Like he was a real God on this Earth. And that fluffy wet hair of his… my gosh. It would be better if I just fell asleep right away.

- What if I tried to help you understand it? – his smell was so charming and I started to loose it. With his free hand he touched my bare thigh and the shiver what it caused was unexplicable. Slowly he started to pulling my skirt higher and higher.

- After all this… I think unnecessary to resist! – I started to laugh in awkwardness and surprising him and myself too I reached out to his neck and pulled him on top of me just to get his sweet lips on mine. And oh my god, his lips, his tongue made wonders with mine.

- I’m so sorry… - I said it when I broke the kiss needing some air.

- What… what are you sorry for? – he asked putting these words on my lips. He stayed there and I think he didn’t really want to move away.

- Maybe for the fact that I present myself for you the very first time like this… - and I really felt that I was getting all red under him. He just got out of the shower and I technically fell into his bed like a drunk teenager after a really long night.

- So you were thinking about our first time? – he leaned closer as he put his fingers on my hips firmly.

- What do you think?

[thesirenserenity]

Miraculous Medley Chapter Seven: Closer

Marinette, a Vocal Performance and Composition Music Major at a local community college, is secretly Ladybug, the lead singer and songwriter for Paris’ most famous band, The AKs. Adrien, a Cello Performance Major at the most elite Music Conservatory, joins them under the guise of Chat Noir to play Bass. Adrien grew up believing that music was all about following exactly what the composer wanted, but Marinette teaches him that there is so much that can be communicated through music - everyone has someting to say through this universal language. Marinette is closed off to the world after being burned from a recent breakup, and Adrien helps her break down the walls she built up arround her. Based off of gittana’s Musicans AU

Rating: T - swearing and some adult content

Also on: AO3 | Fanfiction

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Sorry for the delay guys! I’ve had severe writer’s (and life) block for the past couple months.. I think I’m pulling out now (: I’m always looking for more friends/mutuals, so come chat with me! 

We ain’t ever getting older

We aint ever getting older

Adrien sighed and leaned his head against the girls’ kitchen counter, his cheek pressing against the cold tile. His eyes followed Marinette’s pacing through a small patch of the tile floor. Her hands were waving frantically in the air as she talked to Alya, who was leaning against the counter with a smug look on her face.

He stretched his arms out across the counter in a lazy stretch, blinking slowly at the abrasive kitchen light. He was slightly tipsy, enjoying the low buzz of the alcohol in his system and the sleepiness it brought.

They all still had their face paint on, Adrien noticed. Marinette’s was running down her face more than usual, courtesy of the heat of the dance floor at the club. He was sure that his matched, as they had danced for a while longer after discovering Alya’s ‘accidental’ publicity stunt. A couple drinks and dances later, they had made their way back to the girls’ house to scatter to respective homes. Adrien hadn’t gotten that far, following the raging Marinette, who had been dragging a smirking Alya, to the kitchen and planting on a stool at the island. Nino had wisely scattered, disappearing into the house.

Adrien had seen some of the comments on the multiple social media sites. Declarations of how adorable they were together, comments on their natural chemistry, and wistful hopes of them singing together littered the #ladynoir tag. He didn’t see the problem, feeling slightly smug that everyone could see how amazing his lady was and believed that he stood a chance with her; they were rather adorable together. Just by closing his eyes, he could feel her back in his arms on the dance floor, her lithe body swaying against his.

“… you see the problem here, right Adrien?” Marinette’s voice woke him out of his daydreaming stupor. Or was it a nightdreaming stupor? He wasn’t sure, nor did he care.

He lazily lifted his head off the counter. “What problem?” he asked.

Marinette huffed, much to Alya’s amusement. “Everyone is clamoring for us to sing together and they ship us!”

“So give them what they want; it could be fun to sing together,” Adrien murmured as he snuggled back down into his folded arm.

He could see Marinette throwing her arms in the air in frustration, “I don’t have any duets written!”

Adrien sighed, realizing that Marinette had worked herself into her frantic, worried mess. He shook off the dregs of his cat-nap and sat up, ready to reassure his partner and friend.

“Marinette, stop pacing and come sit next to me for a second.”

He watched as she took a deep breath, calming herself, and then came around the island to plop into the seat next to him with a little huff.

Scooping up her hands in his, he turned to face her and met her gaze with his own. “Everyone loves you, no matter what you do. You have an amazing fan base that will stick with you. But, their suggestion could turn out to be something wonderful! It’s a chance to write a whole new type of music. I’m not a trained singer like you, but no one’s complained about my singing yet, and I’m sure that under your guide we could be wonderful. I’ll follow your lead, no matter what.” He could see the frantic anxiety draining out of her eyes as she began to relax.

“What if you guys did a cover? Just a special thing to give the fans what they want?” Alya suggested. “That way, you don’t have to try writing duets yet and can experiment in the style. Though, I don’t think it would be much different than what you normally write, you dork. You’re freaking out over nothing, as per usual.” Alya rolled her eyes affectionately.

Adrien watched the tension melt from Marinette’s body as she began to process Alya’s idea. Her nose scrunched up like when she processed lyrics, her finger coming to tap against the bridge of her nose.

Her eyes lit up and a small smirk quirked up the right side of her mouth. “You know, Alya, I think you are onto something.”

Alya rolled her eyes, “Aren’t I always, girl?’

“Of course,” Marinette huffed. “All hail queen Alya and her brilliant ideas, like posting the video that started this whole mess.”

“Hey, you guys were freaking adorable and the whole world needed to see it,” Alya waved her phone. “Besides, you like to be challenged and stretched. So you’re welcome.”

Adrien’s head had fallen back onto his arms on the table, a sleepy smile stretching across his face.

Marinette’s hand fell on top of his hair, burrowing its way through the locks and scratching his head. His back arched in satisfaction and he moved his head closer to her hand.

Her giggle rang through his ears. “I guess we better get to covering a duet then, kitty. You willing to help me?”

He blinked up at her sleepily, “’course, M’ lady.”

Adrien woke up burrowed in his bed, the comforter wrapped up to his chin. He nuzzled back down into the fluffy pillow and smiled, the thought of Marinette in his arms dancing through his head. She was such an amazing friend and a talented musician. Even though she was trained in vocal music, and him in orchestral music, her knowledge was immense and he always learned with her. They had spent over an hour pouring over popular duets, before he had called Natalie to send him a ride.

They had selected a couple options, but none of them sat right with either of them. Marinette was adamant about not picking a lovey-dovey song and sticking to something more neutral, saying that she didn’t want to feed the fans more.

Adrien unplugged his phone and pulled it into the cocoon of covers, setting it against the pillow in front of his face. Scrolling through youtube, he found himself searching the band that sang one of the songs they danced to the previous night.

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

He smiled to himself, remember how she felt in his arms. How she seemed to know exactly what step he would take and what to do to compliment it. How her voice intermingled with his, their noses touching. He would give anything to sing with her again, and thanks to the fans, they were now looking for a duet to cover.

Adrien flipped through the American group’s youtube channel, playing a few of their songs. They seemed to be a pop take on EDM music, and had two main members who wrote and performed the songs.

He noticed that one had a girl’s name featured in the title. Clicking on it, the music filled the room.

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay

Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them again

It was catchy, the beat making him want to snap and clap along. Juleka would have a blast making a cover to this. Or maybe they could do a body drumming thing?

The girl’s voice came in a little while into the song.

You look as good as the day I met you

I forget just why I left you, I was insane

Stay and play that Blink-182 song

That we beat to death in Tuscon, okay

Adrien smiled at the catchy chorus, and how their two voices intermingled. It was not too ‘lovey-dovey,’ as Marinette would say, but it still had a lot implied. It could be a really cool cover, without stretching their capabilities. Plus, this was the same group that sung the song that had started this whole shenanigan.

Adrien copied the link and sent it to Marinette.

To Marinette: “Good Morning Bug-a-boo! Check out this song, it’s the same band as the song we got famous with. Could be a good enough excuse for all the lovey-dovey lyrics ;)”

He continued to scroll through their music, listening to the next song on the list. They had a very similar style to something the AK’s would produce.

His phone binged over the music.

From Marinette: “WOW, this might just be perfect, kitty. I like it a lot. I’m surprised I haven’t heard this song before? WHERE HAS IT BEEN ALL MY LIFE. Working on a cover now.”

He smiled at her enthusiasm, wishing he could have watched her reaction as she listened to the song for the first time.

Another text came in right away.

From Marinette: “What are you doing today? You should come over cause I need my partner in crime to do this.”

Adrien’s face lit up as he read the text. He quickly checked his schedule and replied.

To Marinette: “I’m free! I’ll be over as soon as I can get my ass out of bed.”

He added a cute cat emoji and sent it, stretching his arms out of his comforter cocoon. Untangling his legs from the bed, he rolled onto the floor and huffed. Peeling himself from the floor, he made his way to the bathroom for a shower and much needed teeth brushing.

His phone binged at him.

From Marinette: “Can’t wait to see you!”

Adrien grinned, letting the words of the song wash over him.

We ain't ever getting older

No we ain't ever getting older

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The origin of speech is a tricky subject.No one is quite sure when this ability evolved in early humans.What we do know is that between 2 million and 50,000 years ago we started talking…And we haven’t shut up since.Long before text messages, tweets, emojis, videos, infographics, and blog posts, early humans shared ideas around the glow of a warm fire using the oral tradition of storytelling.These stories, passed from generation to generation, became the bedrock of how we acquired knowledge. Everything from which berries to eat, all the way up to how the world was created, was passed along with a story.We come from a long line of story tellers — making us hardwired to remember them.We use narrative to make sense of the world around us, we talk in narrative and we recall and retain information more effectively when it’s presented as a story.Central to the human experience, taking place in every known culture on earth, it’s one of the greatest unifying element of all mankind.And you can leverage the power of stories to connect with potential clients and grow your business.(The post below is a text version of a live stream recorded inside the Client Science Facebook group. If you prefer watching video instead of reading text then join us there, and you’ll find the recording saved to the group. You can also read it on Medium if you like fancy formatting with pictures and stuff, and please "clap" the story if you like it.)The Value of Stories Can be Measured ObjectivelyOne of my favorite studies is the Significant Objects study.In 2009 journalist Rob Walker and writer Josh Glenn (two people well versed in the power of stories) set out to quantify the value of a narrative.“Stories are such a powerful driver of emotional value that their effect on any given object’s subjective value can actually be measured objectively.” — Rob Walker and Josh GlennTo test this hypothesis they conducted the following experiment, the details of which have been lifted directly form their site:The experiment’s curators purchase objects — for no more than a few dollars — from thrift stores and garage sales.A participating writer is paired with an object. He or she then writes a fictional story, in any style or voice, about the object. Voila! An unremarkable, castoff thingamajig has suddenly become a “significant” object!Each significant object is listed for sale on eBay. The significant object is pictured, but instead of a factual description the significant object’s newly written fictional story is used. However, care is taken to avoid the impression that the story is a true one; the intent of the project is not to hoax eBay customers. (Doing so would void our test.) The author’s byline will appear with his or her story.The winning bidder is mailed the significant object, along with a printout of the object’s fictional story. Net proceeds from the sale are given to the respective author. Authors retain all rights to their stories.The results?They sold $128.74 worth of thrift-store junk for $3,612.51. A markup of 2,706%!It was a resounding success —proof that can stories instill an incredible amount of value.Further variations of the study gave the proceeds to charity instead of the writers. All-in-all, the objects cost $1.25 each on average, and sold for almost $8,000.00 in total.Stories Are so Deeply Ingrained in Us That We Invent Them Even When They Aren’t ThereIn 1944, a study was performed on 34 Massachusetts college students.They were each shown a short two and half minute film with two triangles and a circle moving across the screen. It was an "abstract" film that had no human elements whatsoever.After watching the film they were asked to describe what they had just seen, and all but one of them turned this abstract scene into an elaborate human narrative.Here is a collection of some of the things they described:The triangles were two men fighting and the circle was a woman trying to escape.The circle was “worried.”The circle and the little triangle were “innocent young things.”The big triangle was “blinded by rage and frustration.”This effect is known as pareidolia— and it’s the reason why people see the face of Jesus in toast and Hitler in a teapot. It’s caused by a wacky trick of our brains trying to find meaning where it doesn’t exist.Long story short — we’re obsessed with human stories and we want to see them everywhere.You Are the Main Character of Every Story You HearWhen you read boring information, like bullet points of product features and benefits, the Wernicke’s area of your brain lights up to translate the words into meaning. And that’s about it.On the other hand, when you read a story your brain goes into overdrive.If I told you a story about taking a bite of pizza…. picking up the crisp baked pizza base, holding it up to my nose to savor the smell, then taking a bite into the warm melting mozzarella cheese on top of a sweet rich ripe tomato sauce… the sensory regions of your brain take over.You feel the pizza in your hand, you smell the slice, you taste the warm melting mozzarella cheese and rich ripe tomato sauce.Your mouth might even start watering, because your brain experiences those things as if it were happening to you.And that’s why YOU become the main character of every story you hear.Which is perfect, because it means you can tell your brand story — and everyone in the audience can be the hero.Stories are Most Powerful When Told as Extended Narratives“The Whole is Greater than the Sum of its Parts” — AristotleIn isolation, a single story can influence a reader or listener, but the human story telling tradition was not founded on isolated stories — quite the opposite.Early humans developed sprawling mythologies to make sense of their world.Religions are famous for creating a wide range of immersive stories to influence their flock.Even Capitalism and Communism are examples of many smaller stories that combine to influence entire nations in profound ways.As a business, one of the most powerful things you can do is create a compelling story for your brand, then tell it over and over again in many subtle ways.The right stories are those that align with your values while genuinely serving the reader. An overarching story will start to emerge, a story of who you are, how you help, and why you care in a way that no single ad or article or video or podcast or landing page could.Stories are a formidable marketing tactic because they’re so universal. Everyone love a good story, because since early humans we’ve been programmed that way. They connect with us deeply and light up our brains. If you tell your brand story right, it can improve your business and the lives of your clients at the same time.How are you using stories in your business? Or how do you think it could be done?What other examples of story telling can you think of?Let me know in the comments below!P.S. If you’re interested in this stuff then come join us at the Client Science FB group, where we talk about these things in-depth.