#i love theatre i love acting i love stage acting i love makeup departments and special effects departments i love everyone and everything

[abstract-hellbender]

i love actors so so so so much so many of them are such humble, sweet, driven people who are more passionate about acting than anything else ive ever seen in my life

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 23

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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The next few weeks pass by in a whirlwind. Jensen successfully persuades a New York-based production company to hire Mamma Jo’s to cater for their set. Each order is massive, requiring everyone to work a little later to cover the enhanced workload but it provides a steady income that almost entirely covers the rent, even with the added fuel costs for deliveries and the increased salaries. He asks me to officially take on the management position, this time with a pay rise. The added workload makes it harder to keep up with my studies, but the pay rise allows me to comfortably cover my bills for the apartment and help Anna so it’s worth it.

My contact with Jensen falls back to sporadic texts when I’m on break or on the subway but he constantly reassures me that he understands and is busy himself, while also slipping in warnings to look after myself and not burn myself out.

Before I know it, it’s opening night for Grease. I get to the theatre early for final rehearsals, hair, makeup and wardrobe fittings. My first costume consists of a simple white shirt, flowing green skirt and pumps, completed with a cream cardigan. Being in the ensemble, Alyson and I do each other’s makeup, a simple base with a touch of sparkle. I complete the look by styling my hair into a retro pinup bun. My job is just to fit in with the other ladies in the scene, but there’s no harm in trying to look my best. 

The wardrobe and hair and makeup department give us a once over, spraying obnoxious amounts of setting spray and hairspray over us as they give us the seal of approval to wait in the wings. We find a tiny crack in the curtains and peak through with excitement and trepidation as we watch the seats fill. While it’s not the largest theatre in New York, it’s by far the biggest I’ve ever performed in. Up until tonight my biggest performance was in a tiny production of Macbeth that I did as part of an assessment for a Performance and Skills class last year in the college’s teaching theatre with just a few other students and professors for an audience. The jump from an approximate 30-top audience to upwards of 1,000 has me sweating. I look over my shoulder and notice that Alyson is fairing no better. I reach for her hand and squeeze, and all of a sudden I’m glad I’m not the lead. As the lights dim and the overture starts playing, I feel a surge of adrenaline course through my veins.

The crowd falls silent as the leads, Mary and Jake, take to the stage fully in character laughing and giggling as ocean sounds fill the theatre. Despite my raging nerves, I just enjoy their performance from the wing. As the lighting changes and the crew seamlessly transform the beach into Rydell High I squeeze Alyson’s hand tighter. Once I hear the school lunch bell trill, us and the rest of the enemble enter the stage and perch on the lunch table and pretend to laugh and talk as the pink ladies and Sandy fill the table front and centre. 

The first act passes in a blur of music, dance, and dialogue. Every step, every word, every note is executed with precision, my heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the performance. As the final notes of the first act fade away and everyone clears the stage back to the dressing room for the intermission, I can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. Eventhough I know no one was focusing on me or likely even noticed me in the background, it’s such an accomplishment to just be up on that stage. I know from previous experience in the audience  and my classes that every role is essential, even the background actors and ensemble. The show wouldn’t be the same without them. So, I plan to give it my best every time I walk on that stage to help the leads shine and just enjoy every second. Now that I’ve got a real taste, I know there’s no going back.

After the show, as I’m walking out of the big theatre doors along with a couple of other cast and crew members someone tackles me into a hug. It doesn’t take me more than a second to hug back with a giant smile. 

“Stella! You made it!”

“There’s no way I’d miss my best friend’s first show on broadway!” 

I notice Nick and Anna standing off to the side with a massive bouquet of roses and we move out of the walkway. “Thank you all for coming! It means so much to know you were in the crowd.”

“We’ll always be there to cheer you on,” Stella replies happily and then nods at the bouquet. Nick holds out and I take it graciously, breathing in the intoxicatingly beautiful aroma. 

“You didn’t have to do this. Just being here is enough.”

“Uh, we didn’t actually. We’re just the messengers.” She pulls out a card from the side furthest from me and holds it out.

I don’t open it straight away. I know there’s only two options of who would send something so extravagant for my debut, but I already spoke to option one before the show and they apologised for not being able to make it to the debut, but promised that they would fly out during the week. So, knowing exactly who’s name is on that card, I slip it into my bag without opening it. 

Stella doesn’t question me. She knows I am working through everything at my own pace. “I could really go for a burger right about now,” she says to change the subject.

“I definitely worked up an appetite,” I agree.

So, the four of us walk to a nearby burger joint, order and then get a booth in the back. Once we sit down I place the flowers on my lap as Stella and Nick take the seat opposite Anna and me 

“Did he say anything?” I ask Stella.

“He just asked me to pick up the bouquet and get it to you. It was all already paid for and the card was already in it. I said that he had to fight his own battles. He promised he would.” She then quietly adds, “I may have also mentioned something about castrating him if he ever hurts you again…”

“Stella!”

“What? You’ve been hurt too many times before. But I’m here now. And I’m not scared of a fake monster hunter. Plus, us girls need to stick together.” She winks at Anna and she laughs – it’s a beautiful sound that we’re only just getting to hear.

Nick pats Stella’s knee and says, “She’s a force. But you’ve helped us so much. It’s now our turn to return the favor.” He looks at Stella with a knowing smile.

She looks at him and then back at me. “I think you should read the card.”

“You read it?”

“No, but I just think you should read it.”

As I pull it out of my bag the waitress comes over with our drinks and burgers. I take a sip of my soda before opening the card.

Hey Darlin’, You were amazing up there! You truly are a star! I hope this is the first of many times I get to see you shine. - J

I look up at Stella confused and she just says, “Take the back exit.” I look down at my untouched meal. “We’ve got it. Go!”

Still in shock, I grab the bouquet and my bag and sneak out the back door. I look around and see a black Range Rover parked to one side of the alley. The windows are dark so I can’t see in. I cautiously walk up to it and then the back passenger door pops open. “Jensen?” I call out softly, still unsure.

He slides to the edge of the seat and swings his legs out the door. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“Me? What are you doing here?”

“I know things between us are still complicated. But I couldn’t miss your debut.” He offers his hand but doesn’t step closer. He waits for me to make the decision.

I hesitantly step forward and take his hand. “This doesn’t-”

“I know. But, I’ve gotta be back in Vancouver by morning. My flight leaves in a couple of hours, so, can we just…”

I nod and let him lead me into the car, out of the cold night air. “Hey Clif,” I say once I get in. 

“I think I’m gonna take a lap. I’ll be back in a bit, Boss. Nice to see you again, Y/N.” He steps out of the car and disappears down the alley. 

“I can’t believe you came. And these,” I hold up the oversized bouquet, “It’s too much.”

“I know you’re not the lead, but it’s a big deal. I was gonna get the flowers regardless, but seeing how happy you were up there. Even in the background, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You have a long career ahead of you and I just hope you’ll let me cheer you on from the sidelines, and maybe one day, front row when you’re the lead.”

“I’ve watched enough performances to know how important the ensemble is. I get to make the lead look good. And if I can do that, then maybe one day someone will be just as passionate about doing the same for me. Up on that stage…It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced and I never wanted the show to end.”

“You keep performing like you did tonight and it may never have to. This is just the beginning for you. I know it.” I notice his eyes flick down to my lips but I tun to look through the front windscreen.

“When did you fly in?”

“Last night. But I didn’t want to throw you off before your big night. And I swear I don’t have a big ego, I was just concerned that if you knew I was here you might get stressed and overthink things. And I just wanted you to go out there and give it your all. Exactly like you did.”

“Thank you.” I let myself relax a little and lean back against the cool leather seat as I look back over at him.

He lets out a breathy chuckle and nods. “Yeah…I may kinda suck at playing it cool. But then again I did coerce your best friend into letting me play at her wedding and then used her again to orchestrate tonight, so…”

“You really should leave poor Stella out of this. You’re taking advantage of her love for Dean.” I shake my head with a smile. “No one’s ever gone to so much trouble for me. My parents didn’t even make it tonight…”

“I’m sure they wanted to-”

“Yeah, they called and they’re coming later in the week. Their reasons were sound. It’s just…”

“You’re not used to being put first? I may’ve said a lot of dumb shit in the past, but of everything I’ve said, I did mean one thing with all my heart…I’m gonna prove that you’re my number one. I don’t expect you to believe it right away. But one day you will. I don’t care how long it takes or how much work I need to put in.”

“Jensen…” I smile at him and then teasingly ask, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Just a glass of wine during the show. I’m sober enough.”

I lean over and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for tonight. For coming, for being honest, for everything.”

“Much like your broadway career, this is just the beginning.” He puts his hand on my cheek softly to guide me to meet his eyes. “I know I’ve got a lot of walls to break through and a lot to prove and make up for. And I hope you hold me accountable for all of it. Give me a high bar. I want to be who you deserve, not someone else that you settle for.”

I nod. “Okay…But, what if I don’t know how?”

“I have a feeling you’re learning. You’re starting to realise your worth. But, really, just follow your heart and your gut. You know your fears and what you don’t like.” His eyes flick back to my lips and this time I don’t turn away. Instead I give him a small nod. He leans in and kisses me softly, his lips are soft and warm against mine. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, feeling a rush of emotions swirling inside me. When he pulls back, I can see the sincerity in his gaze, the vulnerability that he's allowing me to see. “I'll be patient, Y/N. I'll wait for you. Just promise me one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“That you won't give up on us before we even have a chance to begin. I know I let you down but-”

I smile, feeling the weight of his words but also the hope that they carry, and I cut him off by pecking his lips softly. “I promise,” I say softly, “But you have to promise to talk to me too. We can’t have a repeat of that night. Especially when it all could have been so easily avoided.”

He nods, “I promise.” He pecks my lips again and then pulls me close to snuggle up in his arms. “We don’t have long and you’ve been so busy. I want to know everything.”

“Jens-”

“No arguments. We don’t have time, just talk. I just want to be close to you and listen to you. Tell me anything.”

As I tell him about the changes at the cafe, my long hours, my upcoming exams and the relentless rehearsal schedule which will now turn into daily shows, he hugs me close. He peppers soft kisses over my head and slowly drifts down to my neck as he offers intermittent hums of agreement or approval. I try not focus on his smile or hot breath against my skin and just keep talking instead.

When I stop talking he pulls away. “Was that okay? Not too much?” I shake my head. “You let me touch you when you’re talking. You’re comfortable, relaxed. Even on those first nights…I love you like that.” He pulls away abruptly when he realises what he said.

I pull him back for a quick peck. “I know what you mean. It’s okay.”

He nods. As he leans in to kiss me again, we’re startled by the front door opening. I pull back abruptly and stare at Clif. “Sorry to interrupt. I gave you as long as I could. We have to get to the airport.”

Jensen looks down at his watch, “Shit, already?”

I gather up the bouquet and my bag that dropped on the floor preparing to get out but Jensen grabs my arm. “We’ll drop you off on the way.” I go to unzip my bag to get my phone but he stops me, “They know. They’ve probably already gone home.” He takes his hand off mine, “But she’s your friend, if you want to check that’s fine.”

“It’s late, Nick would’ve forced her to sleep by now.” I see his slightly worried look at my choice of words and add, “Not in a bad way. She’d stay up all night and then sleep in and be grumpy at work. He does it for her own good. No one could truly make Stella do anything she doesn’t want to do or that she doesn’t know is in her best interests. She’s a force.”

“Yeah…She definitely seems like it,” Jensen says as Clif starts the engine. We both put our seat belts on as he pulls out of the alley. 

“Don’t worry, she won’t actually castrate you…unless you hurt me again…”

“Well, good thing I don’t plan on ever doing that again. But uh, thinking of work…Please tell me you don’t have an early start…”

“I’m used to it. Plus, I’d gladly trade a few hours sleep for the time we had tonight. I truly didn’t expect it. But what about you? It’ll be morning by the time you get back, especially with the time difference.”

“I have a late shoot tomorrow. So, don’t worry about me.” He smirks, “Actually…Maybe you can worry about me a little when I’m out there freezing my ass off in the middle of the night.”

Before long, Clif pulls up in front of my building. I don’t bother correcting them and telling them that I’ve been staying at Stella’s house. I don’t want them to go further out of their way for me, plus it would be nice to spend a night in my own bed. I undo my seatbelt and look over at Jensen with a smile. I put my free hand on the handle, but before I pull it open I turn and kiss his cheek again. “Text me when you get back? You came all the way out here for me, I want to know when you get back safe.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” I nod and jump out quickly before I hesitate any longer and make him miss his flight, or make Clif feel awkward. I stand on the sidewalk and wait until the car disappears into the distant traffic before making my way into the building.

As I step out of the cold night air, I can still feel the lingering warmth of Jensen’s touch on my cheek and his lips on mine. It brings a smile to my face as I kick off my heels and place the bouquet of roses in a vase of water on the kitchen counter. The events of the evening replay in my mind like scenes from a movie, each moment etched into my memory.

My phone buzzes with a text message, and I eagerly pick it up to see a message from Jensen: 

Thank you for an amazing night Sleep well, beautiful

I can’t help but blush at his words, feeling a rush of emotions flooding back.

Settling onto the couch, I let out a contented sigh and close my eyes, allowing myself to relive the evening once more. Despite the uncertainties and challenges ahead, there is a glimmer of hope blooming in my heart. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something real and beautiful.

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Thoughts thought thoughts in the Actor AU! Former theatre kid here btw-

For Jimmy’s habit of losing the Codfather head, it’s also a game of who can find the Codfather head and who can find it in the most ridiculous place. Jimmy doesn’t know how the head ended up in the refrigerator, he doesn’t remember putting it there! No, Jimmy did not intentionally leave it in the green room with one of Scott’s capes/cloaks on a clothing stand that made it look like a person! Why… why would Jimmy know why he put it in the drawer in the makeup department when he doesn’t even ever really need to go in the makeup department? He genuinely doesn’t know how it ends up in these weird places.

Also, are Scott and Xornoth actual twins in the AU? Such a coinky dink.

And even though Scott forgets he has antlers sometimes, there’s also the opposite. Where he forgets that he doesn’t have antlers and he’s maneuvering and ducking like he does, but it just makes him look weird lol. It’s very much uncommon, but it is very entertaining everything you see it

Scott and Jimmy occasionally “combining” their head props, the Codfather head wearing Antlers. It’s cute but also silly

I wonder just how many times they try and be each others’ character in their free time. Just. Really over dramatic/cheesy line delivery or one person reinactment of a certain scene.

What’s everyone’s experience in acting? Be it on stage of for shows/movies/whatever else? I know you’ve elaborated on some, but what on others?

Also, hi! Im back again! My attention is fleeting at times oof

- Starlight Anon

I love all of these so much oh my god.

The current holder of the title for finding the codfather head in the weirdest place is Fwhip, who found it in the rafters of the building??? No one is... entirely sure how it got up there. Explanations range from a member of the crew taking it up with them when repairing something and forgetting to bring it back down to ghosts. Everyone seems to agree that ghosts is more likely.

Yes they are lol.

Yeah. Especially towards the end of filming, he starts to get really paranoid about his antlers, to the point where he can be completely out of costume and just duck super low out of habit.

That's so cute oh my goodness <3 they absolutely do that I'm declaring it canon.

Scott and Joey are the ones doing impressions of the others the most. They like to amp up the drama to an unreasonable amount.

Pretty much everyone has done at least a couple plays and/or movies before this, so they have a good amount of experience. The only one who doesn't is Shelby. This is her first time actually auditioning for a professional production, having just graduated from art school. She's very nervous about it at first, especially since a good amount of the cast is at least semi-famous (or just really well loved in certain niche circles)

She and Scott went to high school together (I know I said she and him have done stuff together before but I'm kind of changing things around a little bit)

Welcome back <3 Glad to have you here

[catgrump]

Sondham in a Theatre AU where Sonia is playing Heather Chandler and Gundham is the show’s makeup artist

🌻🌻🌻

Gundham was doing his best to control his breathing as he sat upright on a plush bench in the hallway backstage. “— beg in front of your boy toy here,” was heard over the PA system. Sonia will be backstage any moment.

He double checked his makeup arsenal to make sure he was fully prepared. He has the special effects stage makeup palette, clean brushes, and some eye makeup to smear on her face.

He’s done this routine before. All this week, he applied this makeup, getting notes from the director to make it bigger and more dramatic, but not so much that it looks fake in the front rows. Tonight, however, is the first night in front of an audience. Tonight, more than just the show’s team will see his work to make Heather Chandler look dead.

They truly cast the most beautiful girl in the acting department to play Heather Chandler. The role showcases her amazing acting prowess, as she has to be so cruel, when offstage, she is the human embodiment of kindness and elegance. “Corn nuts!” She exclaimed right before the music cue played. Heather Chandler has officially drank drain cleaner and died.

Gundham continues practicing his breathing, ignoring the other cast members hanging out in the hallway, while The Me Inside of Me begins. Sonia is going to come out once the song is over, and then it’s up to him to add a crucial detail to her appearance.

“Hi, Gundham,” Sonia whispered in case her mic was on.

“Hello, Sonia,” he did his best not to mumble as she sat down.

He also tried not to stare as she adjusted her costume. She wore a slinky red kimono robe over top matching red silk pajama shorts and a loose red silk top. It was hitting the curves of her body as she moved, and Gundham was fighting with all his might to not get distracted. Gundham cleared his throat as he dipped a brush into a pan of blue creme makeup. “How is the audience tonight?” He asked in a hushed tone, wishing to use his time to get to know Sonia better, if he could.

“Oh, they love it,” Sonia replied, her eyes lighting up, “Lots of laughs.”

“Excellent,” Gundham replied, “It is alright for me to touch your face, yes?”

“Of course,” Sonia smiled.

Gundham gently took his free hand, fingers softly feeling under Sonia’s chin, and started applying the blue creme to the corner of Sonia’s mouth.

Her lips are gorgeous, especially when they’re painted a glossy deep red. Gawking at them is going to get him nowhere, however. He dipped his brush back into the makeup, adding more blue to the inside of where he painted before.

Sonia giggled and her body trembled a bit in place, “It will always tickle,” she said.

“My apologies,” Gundham replied.

“It is not your fault,” Sonia said.

“I do wish to make the experience enjoyable for you,” he said as he shifted her face in his hand so he could better focus on Sonia’s eyes.

“Oh, this is plenty enjoyable,” she began, making her eyes look up to the ceiling, “I feel as though I am some sort of celebrity, getting this attention.”

Gundham smirked, his face turning red to match Sonia’s costume— and her lips, “You deserve the pampering.”

“Even though I am being made to look like a ‘hot mess’,” she giggled again.

“Still divine,” Gundham mindlessly said as he smudged makeup under Sonia’s eyes to make it look like makeup had been cried off.

“What was that?” Sonia perked up, trying not to move too much in Gundham’s gentle hold.

Gundham had a decision to make. He has limited time before Sonia needed to be back on stage, and his makeup application was almost complete. “I, um,” he turned his head away and cleared his throat again, “I said you still look divine.”

“Oh… my goodness, that is,” Sonia hoped the blush she applied would mask the heat creeping to her face, “That is lovely… thank you, Gundham.”

Gundham tenderly and slowly had his fingers trail a path under Sonia’s chin as he let go. “You always look divine.”

Sonia, heart tight in her chest, covered the microphone by her ear with one hand, then let her other hand rest on Gundham’s knee. She whispered as she got in close, “If we are being honest with each other, I have always thought you were rather handsome.”

She bounded up from her spot on the couch and darted off toward one of the stage doors, looking over her shoulder to wave goodbye before she had to be on stage again, leaving a speechless Gundham Tanaka behind her.

[risukadarlin]

[teikoku star] vol. 3: sanji - track one

1; the curtain rises

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[00:02] The Taisho Era.

The setting, Japan.

Marunouchi in Tokyo - also known as the capital of flowers.

Today, the theatre.

Tomorrow, the department store.

The financial boom following the First World War caused the city to overflow with Western culture.

Our curtain rises here, on the Grand Imperial Theatre. 

Up the great staircase and through the heavy industrial doors is a room with golden walls and thousands of guests.

In the centre, an illustrious chandelier.

The end of the Meiji period.

A man from a wealthy family decides he longs to create a theatre not unlike a Western opera house.

This theatre, build with such a grand dream in mind…

On its stage stands a man so beautiful he could be a woman.

Ah!

Do you really have no choice but to leave?

Then… Can you at least rest your hands on my shoulders for tonight?

[01:37] Before the fire in your heart burns out…

I watch to etch it into my body.

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[02:18] Oi!

Who’s in charge of this outfit?

This costume is absolutely useless!

I swear I told you that during rehearsal!

The most important part of this performance is me, you know?!

So what the hell is this shabby outfit?!

I don’t look like a woman from an affluent family at all in this!

Sort it out before the performance starts again!

That hurt.

You’re in my way.

It’s cramped backstage as it is.

All you’re doing is getting in the way, spacing out back here.

Seriously…

All you stagehands are useless.

What?

Are you new or something?

Don’t just dawdle around here.

Hurry back to your post.

Do you still need something?

How honoured I am, that you liked my acting.

[03:49] A bold flash of scarlet lipstick.

Lips, overflowing with electrifying sex appeal.

Beautifully applied makeup.

A gorgeous costume.

The blinding lights of the stage.

Adorned with all these, he shone like one of the sparkling stars in the sky.

Today, the theatre.

Tomorrow, the department store.

The financial boom following the First World War caused the city to overflow with Western culture.

Our curtain rises on our story of young love in the Taisho era.

Taishou Guuzou Roman - Teikoku Star.

Let the play begin!

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Phantom Thieves' Roles in Mankai, Post Act 4

For my Literal Theatre Kid AU. I suggest taking a look at that real quick to understand the context behind this!

Ren Amamiya

Part-time Assistant Director, excluding when it comes to Autumn Troupe's performances after their debut.

Member of Autumn Troupe following his release and the end of his probation. He has been adopted as Troupe Brat.

His room is the attic, where he stays with Ryuji and Yusuke.

Morgana

Team Mascot and emotional support cat when needed.

Ren tends to plop Morgana in the lap of whoever is having a rough day. Morgana doesn't mind. He has 80% of Mankai wrapped around his paws.

Ryuji Sakamoto

Gofer, and acts as stage crew most of the time and does general things backstage.

Member of Summer Troupe, having been taken in by Izumi while Ren was in detention. If Autumn got dibs on Ren, then Kazunari and Muku kind of claimed Ryuji.

His room is the attic, where he stays with Yusuke and Ren.

Ann Takamaki

Helps Omi with photography, since she is a model.

Also assists Yuki with wardrobe and Azami with the makeup department. Tends to advertise the shows A LOT on social media.

Kicks Banri's, Citron's and Itaru's butts in their mobile game campaigns under the name "Carmen" alongside Futaba and Haru. The guys have no idea.

Yusuke Kitagawa

Stage crew in his off-seasons. Since he is an artist, he helps Tetsuro with stage design and painting the sets. This arrangement began as his way of paying back Izumi for letting him live at the dorms.

A member of Winter Troupe, having been taken in by them during Ren's stay in detention. He and Homare get along splendidly.

Yusuke's room is the attic, which he shares alongside Ryuji and Ren.

Makoto Niijima

Takes over Ren's assistant director position in the Autumn and helps him during the summer and winter. Why not spring? Because...

Between act 4 and act 5, Makoto accidentally auditions for Spring Troupe. She is still unsure how that happened. She is the first girl to enter Mankai's ranks.

Makoto sleeps in the same room as Izumi in the dorms.

Futaba Isshiki

Thanks to Kazunari's help, Futaba's the one managing the stage lights, audio, all that good stuff in the tech booth.

She is DEFINITELY not the type to step on stage, but she has a lot of fun working behind the scenes. Sumire, Kazunari, Tsuzuru, Morgana and/or Haru often help her in the booth during shows.

If you don't think Futaba will make the actors do the most ridiculous things during tech week, you're wrong. She will.

Haru Okumura

Haru often helps Futaba out in the tech booth, but for the most part she's a support member.

Haru is basically a sponsor for Mankai, helping out with donations when needed (and sometimes to Sakyo's chagrin). She also stops by with snacks and things for the actors during rehearsals.

Her favorite shows are Winter Troupe's, but she loves to see the Summer Troupe's performances.

Goro Akechi

Akechi has had enough of acting like someone else for his whole lifetime. The only way you're going to get him to perform is as an understudy, and that's usually only under desperate measures because of how much he fights it.

Other than that, he does have a role in the stage crew somewhat. He's the one who choreographs the fight scenes, having become adept with multiple weapons over the past few years.

His least favorite member of Mankai to work with is Itaru due to his lack of stamina, along with most of Autumn Troupe for their attitudes (ironically Ren is not among this number). The rest of the troupes are a bit on edge around him. He's intimidating. ...that, and well... the obvious.

Sumire Yoshizawa

Like Akechi, Sumire isn't one to step into the spotlight unless she has to. She's also an understudy, but she goes a bit easier than Akechi will.

And like Akechi, Sumire is also responsible for some of the shows' choreography. While Akechi handles fight scenes, Sumire deals with actual dances and any stunts that need to be done. She makes adjustments where needed for the actors and does her best to make sure that the stunts onstage are done safely.

She and Misumi have become parkour buddies. Taichi can and will get flustered when she adjusts his positioning during rehearsals.

[allsassnoclass]

“Every day you wake up and make it my problem” Luke to Ashton

alrighty a theatre au for the only person in the theatre department who can handle me <3

Opening night brings a palpable excitement in the air, a nervous energy that can only naturally be produced at this point in the production process.  The scenes have been blocked, the lines memorized, the sets built, the costumes sewn, and every piece of design meticulously brought together to create something ready for sharing.  As Luke hangs up the laundered costume pieces and ensures that the dressing rooms are prepared for the night, he can already feel the excitement amongst the crew milling about.  It will only be compounded once the actors arrive for the night.

Luke has his sewing kit, numerous pins, extra hairspray, and a bite light.  There aren't many quick changes in Hamlet, and all of them have been easily doable in dress rehearsals.  He's ready.

When he wanders out to backstage, Calum and Michael seem to be ready, too.  Calum is sitting on the acting block Michael has commandeered as his seat since tech, scrolling through his phone while Michael goes through his pre-show duties on the other side of the stage.

"Ready for tonight?" Luke asks, making Calum jump.

"Yeah.  Is the laundry up?"

"Costumes are all clean and accounted for," Luke says.  "If you want an empty dressing room, now is your time."

He stands and stretches, wandering over to the dressing rooms.  Luke takes his spot and watches Michael  continue to double-check props on the other side of the stage.  Once satisfied, he heads back over, stopping short when he sees Luke.

"You're not my boyfriend," Michael says.

"He went to go get ready before the rush," Luke says.  "Ready for tonight?"

"Very," Michael says.  "No one has broken anything yet, which is a bit worrying, but I'm fucking ready to open."

"No one's broken any props or sets, you mean.  I've had to resew numerous buttons and seams.  Ashton can barely keep his clothes on."

"I bet you like that," Michael says, waggling his eyebrows.  Luke flips him off, too used to Michael's teasing to be truly bothered.  Ever since he first saw their lead actor and tripped over his own feet he hasn't known peace.

In his defense, Ashton is very beautiful.  It is not Luke's fault that he got flustered during their first interaction.  At least he was only writing down measurements instead of having to take them, because being that close to him without time to mentally prepare would have been embarrassing for everyone.  (If he still has to take a few breaths when helping Ashton get on his more intricate costumes, that's his business, especially because being under the stage lights only enhances all of Ashton's best features.)

"Ashton gets to make out with your boyfriend every night.  Stop laughing," he says flatly.

"Yeah, and it's fucking hot," Michael says, nudging Luke out of his seat.

Luke rolls his eyes.  Reducing the relationship between Hamlet and Horatio to a "fucking hot" make out scene is a disservice to all of the painstaking work that Ashton, Calum, and the director have done to seamlessly incorporate it into the story without alienating or reducing Ophelia, but Michael isn't exactly wrong.

Ashton seems like a good kisser.  Luke wants to know what it'd be like to be on the receiving end of that when there's no acting involved.

Luke kills time with Michael until he has to go on headset, signaling that it's late enough that Luke should probably check on the actors.  Gertrude's zipper on her dress keeps getting jammed to the point where Luke is really considering replacing it.  It works most of the time, but Luke is getting sick of having to finagle it.  He helps her get it up and makes a note to replace it before tomorrow, then he heads to men's dress, ready to camp out until someone else needs him

"Luke!" Ashton greets exuberantly as soon as he steps in the door.  He has his makeup on, just simple things to ensure he doesn't get washed out under the stage lights, but he looks stunning.  He isn't even in his main costume yet, an intricate black tunic with gold embroidery meant to blur the line between historical and contemporary like everything else in the show, but Luke wants to swoon.

"Hi."

"Thanks for fixing my buttons," he says.  "Again."

"Try not to rip them off tonight," Luke says.

"I always try," Ashton says.  Somehow, Luke still feels like he's going to be fixing a button.  Ashton doesn't restrain himself onstage.  It makes him captivating to watch, but it also means that unnecessary rips and button tears occur, sometimes in ways that Luke thinks should be impossible.  Being wardrobe head for this production has taught him many new ways to break a costume.

He helps the actors here and there with things like hair or specialty makeup, distracting himself from Ashton changing in the background and passing the time until the actors go to warm ups.  Rosencrantz has managed to misplace his socks because he hadn't zipped his laundry bag when he gave it to be washed and Gildenstern can't find one of her shoes, but otherwise there isn't much for Luke to do with this show.  He wanders out by Michael, knowing by now where he can stand to watch from offstage and when he'll have to move so he's not in the way.

When the lights go down and the warnings about flash photography and food in the theater play over the loudspeaker, Luke's heart starts thumping harder in his chest.  Michael turns on the fog machine for a bit of haze at the beginning, Bernardo and Francisco take their places onstage, and the play begins.

Even after having seen the show during the crew view and hearing it over the monitors backstage every night since, he manages to get lost in the story.  Each performer is on top of things tonight, none more so than Ashton.  From the moment he steps out on stage the charismatic actor is gone, replaced by a moody but no less magnetic Hamlet.  His grief and anger is palpable in his introductory scene, and his relief at seeing Horatio for the first time perfectly sets up their dependency in the rest of the show.  His scene with the ghost is heartbreaking, and Luke finds himself subconsciously biting his lip and leaning forward, wanting nothing more than to erase his pain.  Hamlet is enamored by Ophelia and broken by her betrayal, and every soliloquy is captivating.  No one can command a stage like Ashton Irwin.

Intermission sees Luke attending to his actual job as a dresser, helping with the laces on a few costumes and checking with all the actors to be sure there's no issues.  Ashton grabs his shoulders and blurts an excited sentence about crowd reactions, then immediately goes backstage to get "back into the Hamlet zone."  Calum watches this interaction with raised eyebrows.  When he heads backstage, Luke hopes he's not going to gossip with Michael.

The second half of the show goes just as smoothly as the first.  Michael has him take care of the actress playing Oscric when she feels a little bit faint, but once she gets more water in her she perks back up and Luke can return to watching Ashton's breakdown on stage.  The ending duel scene is more polished and realistic than they've ever done it, but it's Horatio's final moments with Hamlet that leave Luke speechless.  Something about Calum cradling Ashton in his arms while Ashton commands him to stay alive and tell his story has Luke tearing up.

He leaves during curtain call to grab the laundry bag and set himself up outside the dressing rooms, ready to take everything that needs to be washed.  It feels anticlimactic to have the first night of the show done, but Luke typically doesn't feel the same sense of accomplishment as the actors do after each individual performance.  It never truly hits him until strike, when he has to put everything away and reset the theatre and costume space to prepare for the next show.  Luke congratulates every actor that passes and waits for them all to leave so he can go home.  There's no one waiting for him in the audience tonight and he wasn't told about any after-parties, so he's looking forward to getting sleep before returning to the costume shop tomorrow to take care of the notes he has.

"Ashton's the last one in men's dress," Calum says when he hands in his own laundry.  "He asked me to send you in."

Luke had been hoping that Ashton would be able to make it an entire show without a costume mishap.  Apparently that hope had been misguided.

"It's Luke," he announces, knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

Ashton is pulling on a t-shirt, giving Luke an accidental glimpse at the dimples in his lower back.  When he turns around he looks sheepish.

"I lost a button during the duel."

Luke sighs.

"I promise I'm not deliberately being destructive," Ashton says.  "I'm not trying to make more work for you."

"Yet every day you wake up and make it my problem," Luke says.  "Can I see which button?"

Ashton brings him his dueling vest, pointing out where a simple black button had fallen.  Luke will walk by the stage to see if it's still there or Michael found it, but if not then it won't be difficult to replace.

"I'm really sorry," Ashton says, still standing close.  "I swear I won't make you fix my costume tomorrow."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Luke says.  "You have the worst track record with costumes out of everyone I've ever worked with."

"Well, I need some excuse to keep talking to you."

Luke blinks at him.

"That was a joke.  I mean, I do love having a reason to talk to you, but it'd be shitty of me to be deliberately making your job hard."

"Oh," Luke says.  "You don't need a reason to talk to me.  You can just do it."

"There's not a lot of time for it in the middle of a show," Ashton says.  "Unless you'd want to see me outside of work sometime?  Say, for a coffee or dinner?  As a date?"

"Me?" Luke asks.  Ashton makes a show of looking around the empty dressing room.

"I don't see any other tall, attractive blond men named Luke who keep putting my clothing back together."

Luke smiles, not trying to hide his excitement.  He's a shit actor anyway, and Ashton would see right through him.

"I could do that, but only if you stop ruining your costumes every night.  Make it through tomorrow with no mishaps and we'll go on a date."

"You drive a hard bargain, Hemmings, but I'll try my best.  For you, I'd sew everything back together myself if I had to."

"Please don't," Luke says.

"You don't trust me?" Ashton pouts.

"No," Luke laughs.  "You keep destroying your costumes.  I'm not about to trust you to fix them correctly."

Ashton shrugs.  "Yeah, okay.  I'm not a good sewer, anyway."

"That's what you have me for," Luke says.  Ashton smiles, just as dazzling under the dressing room lights as it is onstage.  It takes Luke's breath away, just a little.

The dressing room door opens, bringing Luke back to Earth.  Calum pokes his head in.

"Hey Ash, your siblings want to see you.  Stop flirting with Luke and get out here."  He doesn't wait for a response, thankfully leaving them alone again for another moment.  Ashton ducks his head, scuffing his shoes against the floor.

"I shouldn't keep them waiting," he says.

"It's hard being a star," Luke replies.  It makes Ashton smile again, which is an exhilarating experience in of itself.

"We'll check in about the date tomorrow," Ashton says.  "No more costume mishaps, cross my heart."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Luke teases.  Ashton snorts.

"Have a good night, Luke.  Congrats on the show."

"You too," Luke says.  "You're really amazing up there."

"Thank goodness," Ashton says.  "It'd be a bit late to replace me otherwise."

Luke rolls his eyes with a smile.  "Get out of here, superstar.  Go see your family."

Ashton blows him a kiss and ducks into a bow with a flourish on the way out the door.  Luke stands in the middle of the dressing room, running his finger over the spot on Ashton's vest where the button is missing.  He should probably be annoyed, but he's not.  He's going on a date with Ashton at some point, and that's worth all of the lost buttons and torn costumes in the entire production.

[ijustneedtowhine]

I realized I don’t want to work, so I won’t.

I feel like I‘m going to be judged for what I’m about to say. But I’m going to say it anyway. I kind of always wanted to be a housewife. Let me start by saying, I hate the term, “housewife”. It sounds like I’m a human pet or something. But moving past the stupid word, I always pictured myself homemaking, married or not. In school, growing up, when we would have to say what we wanted to be when we grew up I never ever meant what I said. I could not for the life of me think of a job I ever wanted to do. It sounds “lazy” but I never wanted to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, there were things I liked to do. I was a very active kid. I did a million different clubs, stage crew and color guard all throughout high school. I enjoyed it all. But I would be lying if I didn’t say that the second I thought about those activities turning into jobs, I lost all interest. Something about turning my hobbies into means of production, swiftly sucked all the joy out of it. I realize now that it was weird we were being taught to aspire to become workers. I just have no interest in living my life that way (doesn’t mean I didn’t try though).

In the beginning I did try to force my round peg into some of the square holes provided by our capitalist society. I went straight to college after high school. My second year in, I decided to turn my hobby of stage crew into a career path. One very big thing ruined this for me. In order to take the classes I needed like; stage lighting, stage makeup, and the opportunity to work on the crew, I had to major in theatre and take all of the acting classes. YEAH. You read that right. I had to freaking act. I have ZERO interest in acting. Very much not my thing you guys. The program director's excuse was that we needed to understand what the actors did as well. These classes were some of the most uncomfortable times in my life and I really wish I had never done it. Needless to say. that only lasted one and a half semesters for me.

One thing I feel like I should inform you of is that 2 weeks before I dropped out of college, my big sister, my absolute favorite person in the world, passed away suddenly. She had small children and an ex unfit to take care of them. My family and I were dealing with custody fights and a new life no one in my family ever wanted. Looking back now I know that it was incredibly traumatic for everyone involved and played a huge roll in why I left school.

Another hobby I tried to turn into work was makeup and skincare. I went to beauty school right after I dropped out of college. You see, even though I was able to convince my parents to let me leave school, they still wanted me to be working towards a career of some sort. So I enrolled into beauty school not fully understanding what I was getting myself into. Like I said, I am only interested in makeup and skincare. But here, at my school you had to also learn to do hair. My naive 20 year old ass trusted the enrollment lady when she said that I wouldn’t have to do much hair and that the program was pretty evenly distributed. LIES. Hair was 90% of what we did there. I fucking hated it you guys. I of course liked certain parts of it. The material was interesting, the tests were a cake walk, I made some friends, and even dated a girl I met there for a short while. But when it came to graduating to the salon and doing real customers hair for 8 hours a day (before going to my job where I worked 5-6hrs a day 6 days a week I might add) I was fucking over it. This on top of my ever blooming anxiety was a real recipe for me to avoid, avoid, avoid. My attendance was piss poor by the end. I got kicked out because of this. I wasted $20,000 on something that turned into nothing and ruined my self esteem. I felt like such a loser for not being able to finish. I could not for the life of me understand why I couldn’t get myself out of bed and go. Why would I cry at the thought of having to walk through those doors? I knew I had to, but I physically couldn’t after a certain point. So after beauty school I just kept working a shit-ton. I got a retail management job that I was at for a couple of years. I liked it well enough. Management was fun and I was good at it. The day I put in my two weeks notice I walked into the back to put my stuff away and my store manager and district manager were there with balloons ready to surprise me with the good news that I was being promoted. That was a pretty awkward conversation to have needless to say lmao. And to be honest I only left because I wasn’t making anywhere near enough money.

 The job I left for is where I met my favorite person alive, my sweet husband. We were in the same department and we started talking when I was new and had no clue what I was doing. He would help me out when I needed it but was too stubborn to ask. We would stand around and talk when there wasn’t much work to be done. I could tell he was really kind and funny, so one day I just decided I didn’t want to stop talking to him. I offered him a ride home that morning (we worked overnight). We went to a park to watch the sun rise and we literally haven’t spent a day apart since. He’s truly the loveliest person I’ve ever known. I can confidently say our relationship is the only good thing that came out of my first couple of years of adulthood.

This job is where I hurt my back, Christmas 2019. I was working 7 days a week 12 hr shifts and I was fuuuckkinggg exhausted. I lifted something wrong and that was that. My back hasn't been the same since. I’ve gone to chiropractors and nothing helps. I can’t even do the dishwasher without having to take a break. So obviously I had to stop working there. I lasted until august 2020 though! I used a back brace and took lots of days off lol. At the end I just could not do it anymore. My last shift I spent the last three hours of  my shift crying in pain and taking breaks to sit every 5 minutes. I walked out the second my shift was over and never went back in. I felt like I was ripping my body apart. My now husband, then fiance, and I decided that I should look for something to let me sit. I did that. It sucked. Depression and anxiety got the best of me once again and I stopped going. I don't know what happens to my brain but it feels like it starts to attack me with words, fears and feelings of despair. I shut right the fuck down. I’m not strong enough to push through. And I don’t think that I have to be that strong. Once I had enough break downs about being too scared to leave the house my husband and I decided I would stay home as long as it takes me to get better, physically and mentally. I love him so much for being on board and understanding that I needed a break. 

It’s been a couple of months now and I’ve had a lot of time to try and connect the dots in this pattern of my life. I think that I spent a really long time fully convinced that being a housewife in this day and age was out of the question. Deep down I knew it was the only thing I could ever picture doing and being happy with. I loved organization, lists, cleaning, and cooking. Growing up I always felt really good about myself when I cleaned and organized my room. I would sit around and day dream about what my home would look like and how I would decorate it. But none of that mattered when I was being told that I should aspire to do a job and love it enough to do it until I’m in my 60s. Like what? I don’t love anything enough, besides my family, to do it for decades of my life. When I finally admitted to myself that taking care of a home and a family is truly what I aspire to do, the thing that feels like it gives my life meaning, I felt a sense of relief, and then quickly after, some anxiety. I started to get scared of what people would think of me. I know that there are a lot of feminists out there that actually understand the ideal of feminism. They would never down a woman that is doing exactly what she wants (as long as she isn’t hurting anyone). But on the other hand I have encountered so many people, men and women that are really nasty about women that are or aspire to be housewives. So many of the people I grew up with joked about people they didn’t like ending up bored housewives. I know I shouldn’t have but I laughed along. Knowing deep down in a locked away place, it was the only thing I pictured myself doing. I just don’t see what’s wrong with homemaking if that’s what you truly want. 

Finally, I’ve come to realize that I shouldn’t be ashamed of doing exactly what I want to do. It works for my husband and I, and that’s the only thing I should truly care about. I picked the side of things that felt like home. Like they fit. The part that brings me satisfaction, joy, and the space to move at my own pace.

[cosmidoodles]

finally whipped up a relationship chart for my camp camp high school AU that took me a lot longer than i anticipated, here’s what it looks like:

below are descriptions for each relationship

Dating

Liz and Petrol have been dating since their sophomore year. They’re madly in love with each other and went even as far as discussing marriage and parenthood.

[Shown in Related Category]

Kevin and Charity (Cute Waitress) have been dating for a bit over a year and are currently living together. The two met after Kevin got his act together and applied for a job at the same restaurant Charity worked at. Their love for each other is transformative.

Bonquisha and Jacob are happily married to each other and are raising Celine together.

David and Gwen are married (have been for about 3-4 years). They first started officially dating after David adopted Max and after a year, David decided to propose. During his proposal, Gwen felt sick and the two realized they were pregnant. They then got legally married and Gwen gave birth to their twin children, Willow and Rowan. They never had an official wedding.

Crush

Max has a crush on Nikki that he doesn’t want to act on in favor of their friendship, luckily Nikki is oblivious to all the clues.

Neil and Erin have a crush on each other but have yet to confess to each other. Neil occasionally tries to make a move but often fails or makes it very awkward. Meanwhile, Erin is very aware of Neil’s feelings but hasn’t made any moves because of Tabii’s past infatuation on him.

Nerris and Harrison have crushes on each other and still try to pretend they hate each other. This act didn’t really work as everyone thinks they’re just acting like an old married couple. Neither of them have actually owned up to their feelings.

Meli has a crush on Preston and doesn’t want to act on it because Preston doesn’t care about romance at the moment and is more focused on his passions.

Dolph has a conflicting crush on Space Kid and Space Kid is blissfully unaware of it.

Colin has a crush on Nurf but Nurf is unaware since he’s more focused on his after school plans and scholarships.

Ered and Celine have a crush on each other, Ered is more open with her attraction and flirts with Celine while Celine tries to hide her feelings and has more huffy reactions because she believes a relationship of any kind (romantic and/or platonic) is just a distraction.

Snake has a crush on Tabii but is too afraid to speak to her again after what went down between them at the Lake Lilac Summer Social. Tabii is unaware as she’s currently going through her journey of self-love.

Pikeman has feelings for Vera but she’s suspicious of his affections due to her being clueless about love and thinks he’s playing some trick on her.

Attraction

Nikki’s fascination with Ered still lives though her need to gain her validation has decreased. Ered doesn’t really notice Nikki (unless she’s hanging out with Nerris and Dolph).

Sasha is attracted to Jermy after his huge change over the years. Jermy, now gaining more self-confidence and intuition, wants nothing to do with her.

Sasha is also attracted to Max, but she’s really more attracted to the idea of him being a bad boy.

Despite not reciprocating his feelings (because he’s unaware), Nurf is aware of Colin’s existence and thinks he’s cute.

Even though he has intense feelings for Tabii, Snake is attracted to Vera. I mean, could you blame him? He likes his girls brutal and beautiful— but he respects Pikeman’s crush on her and doesn’t let his feelings wander into something stronger.

Exes

Erin and Ered were talking to each other through social media in Erin’s freshman year and Ered’s sophomore year. It stopped after Ered lost interest and ghosted her. They’ve never spoken to each other in person, but they have face timed.

Tabii and Pikeman had briefly dated for a few weeks during the summer of Tabii’s freshman year and Pikeman’s junior year. It wasn’t anything genuine as Tabii used Pikeman as a “rebound” while Pikeman was desperate to get with any girl. Their breakup was a mutual decision and agreed it wasn’t anything serious.

[Shown in Related Category]

David and Bonquisha previously dated but broke up (as you all know). They haven’t spoken to each other since the incident at the restaurant.

Ex-Crush

Tabii had an obsessive crush on Neil up until he made his disinterest clear during her freshman year (and his sophomore year).

Dolph had a crush on Ered back to when they were children. This ended by the time he reached puberty.

Erin had a crush on Snake during the Lake Lilac Summer Social and you all know how that ended haha.

Colin had a crush on Liz during their time in middle school, though his infatuation ended by the time he realized she’d never return the feelings. He never told her about this past crush.

Best Friends

Max, Nikki, and Neil are still close to this day and are often seen together. Though they have very different classes, they try to hang out with each other during lunch or passing periods and even outside of school.

Harrison and Preston grew close to each other during middle school because of their performative interests. Throughout the years, they would give each other the moral support they most often lacked in their childhood. To this day, they have contrasting schedules but Harrison decided to join stage crew as a means to hang out with Preston.

Nurf and Meli have a special bond that grew after Meli’s mother/Nurf’s therapist got them to befriend each other. When outside of their extra curriculars, they are inseparable despite being polar opposites on the surface.

Meli and Preston quickly became friends in each other’s freshman year during the fall musical-- Preston was only an understudy and often hung out in the make-up room with Meli whenever he wasn’t needed on stage (which was basically the majority of the show). Fast forward to the present, Preston and Meli are usually seen around each other during rehearsal.

After Ered and Nerris went on their journey to the abandoned half-pipe on Sleepy Peak Peak, they quickly became good friends by the time they reached high school, they became best friends.

Dolph and Space Kid have grown close over the years due to their closeness in age (much of their peers are older than them) and how they’ve always felt like outcasts ever since their childhood. They usually hang around each other and chill or Dolph uses Space Kid as his muse for his art. Space Kid also calls Dolph “Rudy” and is the only one who calls him that.

Despite their friend group drifting apart, Erin and Tabii maintained a close friendship and often confide in each other. They are typically around each other-- walking to their classes, eating lunch together, or gossiping during their free blocks.

Liz and Colin are childhood friends and are attached to the hip. They typically are around each other at school-- with Petrol third wheeling (cause y’know… he doesn’t speak)-- and outside of school.

Although there’s a gap with age and emotional maturity, Snake and Petrol have stayed right by each other’s sides throughout the years.

Friends

Nikki, Nerris, and Dolph have also maintained their friendship after all these years and occasionally hang out with each other whenever they all can.

After their decision to reside in Sleepy Peak, Dang, Hwan, and Vera have stuck together and tried to reform themselves in their new homes and have a begrudgingly sibling-like dynamic. Pikeman is still friends with Snake and Petrol to this day, though he isn’t necessarily close to them. They all hang out sometimes but it’s not often because of Pikeman’s other activities and priorities.

Meli had befriended both Harrison and Dolph through the theatre department, all three of them being a part of stage crew (Meli being in charge of makeup & costumes; Harrison, lighting; and Dolph, painting set pieces). They sometimes hang out with each other during rehearsal.

Harrison is also a part of Broadcasting Club (thinking he could show off his magic skills… oh, how he was wrong) and only hangs out with Max— they’ve surprisingly gotten along a lot better.

Throughout his high school career, Preston got to patch things up with Nurf and befriended Tabii. They’re the only actors in the theatre department who aren’t annoyed by his boisterous nature.

From their time together in the Academics Team, Neil and Erin grew a pretty solid friendship and typically try to study and practice together as an excuse to be around each other. This friendship rekindled an old crush for Neil and sparked a new one for Erin.

Liz and Space Kid are both talented singers and in advanced choir. In class and practices, they love to goof off and sing together. They sometimes hang out outside of that curriculum.

Dang had also befriended Dolph and Space Kid. He and Dolph became close through their love of art and he became acquainted with Space Kid after he volunteered to be his muse for one of his photo shoots.

Dolph and Ered maintained a friendship throughout the years as well and have an older sister-little brother dynamic (which is strange considering Dolph’s past crush on her but let’s not talk about that-).

Erin and Colin are friends as well, they met from having a class together and the two immediately clicked. They aren’t really close and only hang out in that one class they share.

Colin is also friends with Jermy, who he met from Marching Band, and the two usually discuss about that activity and sometimes hang out.

Acquaintances

Pikeman, Sasha, and Max still share a “leadership” solidarity that they grew years ago. They still act like assholes to one another but it’s clear that they all care and respect each other.

Nurf knows Petrol (both in the football team) and Snake (both are in wrestling) and occasionally talk to each other during the practices of the respective activity.

Throughout the years, Jermy drifted from the Wood Scouts (Petrol, Snake, and Pikeman) but if they ever bump into each other, they try to catch up on each other's lives.

Sasha and Vera still sometimes speak to each other but only when Sasha needs a vicious favor, though they like to talk shit about the girls at their school.

Snake and Neil sometimes talk whenever they come across each other and most often, they hype each other up or give some advice if it’s needed.

The only person that Celine can consider an “acquaintance” is Hwan and that’s mostly because they share a very similar schedule and whenever there needs to be partner work, they choose each other since they both have no friends.

Dislike

After getting her heart broken, Tabii felt bitter and immediately grew a disdain towards Neil. But hey, at least it somewhat helped her move on.

Harrison and Neil still share a rivalry— it mostly consists of Harrison purposefully saying something stupid or doing anything to tick Neil off.

Sasha still belittles Nikki whenever she gets the chance, which annoys Nikki more than anything. It should be noted that Sasha is actually envious of how despite being everything she’s against, Nikki finds herself happy and content with everything/one she has while Sasha lost her childhood friends.

Max and Celine are both in the Broadcast Club (which also happens to be the School News Club bc their school sucks ass) and are often put together— which typically ends in disaster because of their contrasting personalities but also their strikingly similar stubbornness.

Nerris and Harrison still try to pretend that they hate each other for old time’s sake. But as mentioned previously, it’s clear to everyone that isn’t the case.

Though it’s been stated that they both have feelings for each other, Celine tries to mask her emotions by putting up a bitchy and unapproachable front for Ered.

Neil and Hwan share a rivalry within the Academics Club due to how Hwan keeps putting himself in a leadership position that Neil finds to be very aggravating.

Neil also has a one-sided rivalry with Liz. Both are passionate about science and Neil, being the petty asshole he is, dislikes the fact that Liz could be better than him at his biggest passion.

Even though it’s out of his nature, Space Kid despises Vera and vice versa. Mostly because their views heavily contrast one another. 

Related

Gwen and David are parents to Max, Willow, and Rowan. Max’s relationship with his parents is very much the same as it was in the series but more loving. His relationship with his younger siblings aren’t what you’d expect— he loves them dearly and is very protective of them. He also tries his best to be a better version of himself around them.

Nikki and Neil are step-siblings after Candy decided to give Carl another shot (mostly for her own personal gain) and the two got married. However, Neil is mostly in his mother’s custody and sees his dad on the weekends. Neil and Nikki’s relationship hasn’t really changed other than the both of them gaining a new sense of brotherly/sisterly love for one another.

Jacob is Celine’s biological father while Bonquisha is her step-mother. Celine’s relationship with her dad is quite healthy and she’s considerably close to him (especially after her mother’s death). With Bonquisha, she doesn’t mind her but doesn’t try to make any sort of bond with her much to both Bonquisha and Jacob’s dismay.

Liz is Charity’s (Cute Waitress) niece. Liz considers Charity to be more of a motherly figure than an aunt as she looked after her while both of her parents were at work. 

[lailaliquorice]

and sunrise washed our hate away

alternate title: I BRING SOFT ARAGON AND MOTHER/DAUGHTER ARAGON AND BOLEYN starting writing this last week, got inspired by the posts about writing aragon better and finished this off today. longer than I expected it to be but I actually really like it, I love the dynamic between these two so much. I promise it gets so soft even tho they’re at each others throats at the start. also I support jane almost breaking down doors to rescue her friends in terms of where it sits in my other one-shots, it takes place after ‘our lungs are full’ but before ‘one more chance’. tagging @qualquercoisa945 because you mentioned wanting an aragon boleyn redeption arc: I present a whole ass redeption arc in 3k words

It wasn’t often that Anne and Aragon fought anymore. They’d bicker lightly about pointless nonsense and tease each other, that much was true, but very rarely did they really fight.

But when they did, it was enough to bring the whole of London to its knees.

“What do you mean it’s my fucking fault?” shouted Anne, backing down the corridor towards their dressing room as Aragon stormed towards her.

“How in God’s name isn’t it?” Aragon snarled, “You got in my way and I tripped over you. I wouldn’t have fallen and made myself look like an idiot on stage if you’d stayed where you were supposed to be!”

Anne was oblivious to the other Queens watching the argument unfold, or Anna hovering awkwardly since they were in the doorway of their dressing room. “Shit happens! You learn to deal with it, otherwise what sort of a performer are you? You can’t go blaming everyone else for every tiny thing that goes wrong!”

Shaking her head, Aragon ploughed on as if Anne hadn’t even spoken. “But it’s not just that, is it? If you stayed in your own fucking lane for a change then we wouldn’t have half the issues that we all have!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anne retorted.

“You’ve always got an opinion, haven’t you? Always got something to say that isn’t wanted by anyone, always sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong. You’ve just got no idea what proper manners are!”

“Well what about you?” Anne challenged, finding her feet after the shock of being turned on the minute they were backstage had faded. “Everything I do is a problem for you, you can’t just let me live my goddamned life for one day!”

Aragon huffed. “I wouldn’t need to get on your back if you’d just act like an adult for a change and not some child who hasn’t aged a day since the sixteenth century!”

“Ladies, please!” shouted Cathy, her voice loud enough that it echoed off the corridor walls and silenced them both. She sighed as she walked towards them, Jane and Kat following on behind at a distance. “It’s not important. Let’s just go home.”

Anne deflated at the weary look on Cathy’s face. “I’ll meet you at home. I still need to get changed,” she said, refusing to glance towards Aragon as she walked into the dressing room even though she knew the other woman would have to follow her in.

She vaguely heard Anna’s quiet “I’ll come with you,” before footsteps headed towards the theatre exit and left only silence.

Changing quickly into her own clothes, Anne left her headpieces and fake eyelashes abandoned on her desk and didn’t bother with the rest of her hair or makeup before bundling her costume into her arms. The door of the wardrobe department was propped open but empty, since the wardrobe team usually dealt with everything the morning of a show rather than working late, so she set about folding her costume to add it to the pile with everyone else’s. She was walking towards the door to head back to the dressing room and get her coat when suddenly there was Aragon right in front of her, and neither girl had time to react before Anne was knocked over backwards.

After a beat of silence in which the door slammed shut behind them, she twisted her face into a snarl as she stood back up. “Oh now look who’s getting in everyone’s way,” she mocked viciously, her patience already worn thin after the first round of getting berated.

“And there you go again, acting like a child,” Aragon said, marching past Anne without looking at her.

“Says she who started it in the first place!”

Aragon glanced up from where she was sorting her costume out. “I can’t imagine what sort of mother you’d have made if you can’t grow up yourself,” she commented, voice carelessly casual.

Anne recoiled as if she’d been stung, but refused to leave without getting the last word. Against her morals and her better judgement she shouted “Yeah, but I was clearly a better mother than you looking at how your daughter turned out!”

She regretted the words immediately, but there was nothing to be done as they hung heavy in the air between them. “Oh you just don’t know when to quit, do you,” Aragon hissed.

“Clearly not if I’m such a child,” Anne snapped, but there was hardly any bite to it since her anger had deserted her and left only guilt in its wake. Wanting to get out of there as soon as possible she turned towards the door and pushed roughly on the handle.

It didn’t budge.

More frustrated than anything, Anne rattled it in both directions before taking a confused step backwards when it wouldn’t move either way. Then the realisation hit her; the wardrobe door was set to lock itself after 10pm and would only open to the wardrobe staff’s key cards. All the pulling in the world wasn’t going to get them out of there.

“What is it?” Aragon’s voice sounded behind her, quiet and wary rather than furious as she’d been before.

Anne gave one last hopeless tug before her hands fell to her sides in defeat. “Door’s locked. We’re stuck in here,” she said, risking looking round to meet Aragon’s gaze.

Aragon paused for a moment then shook her head. “The front of house staff will still be here, they’ll do a backstage check before they lock up and-“

She was interrupted by the lights suddenly shutting off, plunging them both into darkness save for a stream of moonlight shining in through the one tiny window.

Anne had jumped back with a gasp when the lights went off, but recovered quickly to flick the nearest light switch to no avail. “They must have seen the others leave and thought we were with them too,” she said after a moment as the thought dawned on her, almost jumping again as her voice sounded so much louder in the dark.

“Call one of the Queens then?”

Her hand went to her back pocket at Aragon’s suggestion, but then sighed as she realised her phone wasn’t there. “Left it in the dressing room,” she said, a groan sneaking into her tone as she added “You have as well, haven’t you?”

Anne could just about make out Aragon nodding from the pale moonlight illuminating the room. “Looks like we are stuck here then,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” Anne breathed out, glancing towards the window just as it started to rain.

~ ~ ~

It had been raining throughout Anne’s last night in the Tower.

The thought wouldn’t leave her mind as she sat looking at the barred window and the stormy weather outside. She’d climbed up onto the top washing machine in an attempt to put more distance between her and Aragon, who was sat on a table on the other side of the wardrobe room. Even from her high vantage point Anne was almost scared to look at her, afraid of seeing the anger that she definitely deserved to have directed at her after her final comment. But the rain and the dark had put her on edge enough that being shouted at anymore would probably make her panic, and the last person she wanted to do that in front of was Aragon.

To Anne’s surprise though, when Aragon did break the silence there was only emptiness in her voice. “I’m sorry,” she said, making Anne glance down towards her. “For blaming you. It wasn’t your fault.”

Anne only blinked at her for a moment, before clearing her throat roughly. “It was though,” she muttered, swinging her legs around to dangle over the edge of the washing machine. “It always was. I’m not surprised you blame me for everything, I deserve it really.”

“No.”

“But-“

“No,” Aragon repeated harder, and Anne’s protests fell quiet. “I’m not just talking about now. Back then too. It was never your choice to marry him, never really any of ours even though I did love him. We all did what we had to do to survive. I don’t hold that against you.”

Silence followed Aragon’s serious words, with Anne shocked at the older queen’s confession. But then she shocked herself just as much by saying “You know the whole ‘I wore yellow to your funeral’ thing? It wasn’t meant to be nasty. I knew what the colour would have meant to you, I wanted to say sorry properly. I just… I’m just not good with words and stuff sometimes.”

Aragon nodded, the beginning of a smile at the corner of her mouth. “I knew,” she said.

Anne’s mouth fell open. “How? No-one else does. They all think I’m a thoughtless twit.”

“When we were reincarnated and someone told me, I couldn’t understand why they said it as if it would make me hate you. I was touched by the gesture. I only play into it for the good of the show. I’ve always known what you really meant.”

Anne watched her through wide eyes for a moment, letting out a quiet “Oh,” when she finished.

A quiet laugh came from Aragon. “You’re more thoughtful than you think you are, Boleyn. Than you assume everyone else thinks too.”

Anne gave her a half-hearted smile, but in truth she was touched by how Aragon had bothered to look to Anne’s real self when she owed Anne nothing at all. “Thanks. I mean that,” she said, hoping Aragon would understand how much she truly did.

When quiet fell between them it was comfortable, the frosty edge having disappeared in the wake of their hesitant confessions. But Anne could easily sense how uncomfortable Aragon was when she spoke again. “I don’t blame you for things because I think they’re your fault. It’s so no-one can think they’re my fault.”

“What do you mean?” Anne asked quietly. She didn’t know why Aragon was opening up to her but she wanted to be there for her now that she was.

Aragon paused for a long moment, moonlight heightening the shadows in her expression. “When he annulled our marriage I asked myself what I could have done wrong. Why I hadn’t been good enough. It was easy to blame you, it meant that I stopped tearing apart every decision I’d ever made. And it’s still easier now.” She hesitated, drawing in a shaky breath before continuing. “But that doesn’t make it right. You don’t deserve to be a scapegoat just so I can stop fearing that one mistake from me will end in you all asking me to go.”

Anne could only stare at her when she trailed off, before shaking her head. “We’d never throw you out no matter what you did,” she said, leaning over in an attempt to catch Aragon’s eye. “Look, you’re one of us. We’re not gonna abandon you ever.”

“Thank you,” mumbled Aragon, her voice almost inaudible yet still so fragile.

Anne smiled, then dropped her head to run a hand through her hair. “While we’re here,” she started uncertainly. “I only act stupid because it feels safe. It means people don’t get to know me properly. No-one can hurt me if they don’t know how.”

“I know how that feels.”

She huffed with laughter at Aragon’s muttered comment. “Yeah, think we all do really,” she said, looking up to give her a wry grin.

The sudden crack of thunder startled them both, Anne jumping so hard that she almost slipped off the washing machine. A sharp stab of pain in her neck had her hunching forwards, hands around her scar as she squeezed her eyes shut and begged for it to go away.

“Anne, are you alright?”

Anne hummed in affirmation as she waited for the pain to subside, sitting up again slowly as it began to dissipate a little. “Yeah ‘m fine. Just hurts sometimes when I think about it too much,” she said, opening her eyes to see a worried Aragon standing a few feet away and looking up at her. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Aragon watched Anne carefully, noting how much she flinched when lightning illuminated the room for a split second. “I’ll believe that when pigs fly,” she said, her maternal instincts kicking in when she saw the younger girl in pain. “Come on down before it gets worse.”

Nodding silently, Anne took Aragon’s outstretched hand as she jumped from the washing machine to the table it sat on then down to the floor. Once standing she looked over at Aragon like a scared child, her shoulders hunched and head low making her look terribly small. Another roll of thunder had her turning away from the window, hands over her ears and breathing hard through her nose in what looked like an attempt to calm herself.

“Let’s sit down,” Aragon said, placing a hand on Anne’s shoulder to gauge her reaction before gently pushing her down to sit on the floor. Aragon sat down next to her with her back leaning against the cupboard, closer to the window so she could do her best to shield Anne from the thunderstorm. When Anne touched her neck again Aragon asked “Does it happen often?”

Anne shrugged. “I have nightmares sometimes and it’s bad when I wake up. Last time was a couple of weeks ago, Cathy helped me through it though,” she said dully, shame in every line of her expression as she refused to look at Aragon.

“That’s good,” Aragon nodded. Before she could think twice she reached over to tilt Anne’s head up with a finger under her chin, careful not to go anywhere near her neck. “Listen. It’s not your fault what happened. You can’t help how you feel so don’t feel ashamed by it.”

There were tears in Anne’s eyes when she nodded, before moving to lean her head on Aragon’s shoulder. Aragon hardly hesitated before she wrapped an arm around Anne’s shoulders, letting her rest against her comfortably. The thunder continued and Anne shuddered every time it crashed overhead, but Aragon just stayed firm beside her throughout it all.

~ ~ ~

The sound of several people running through the building roused Aragon, realising she’d fallen asleep and it was now morning when she noticed the sunlight streaming through the tiny window. Upon hearing a soft snore she looked down at Boleyn still asleep curled into her side, looking younger and more peaceful than Aragon her perhaps ever seen her. She smiled fondly down at her for a moment, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear just before the door was thrown open with a deafening crash.

Jane was standing in the doorway, brandishing one of the wardrobe staff’s key cards and looking frantically around the room until her eyes landed on Aragon and Anne. “Oh thank God,” she sighed, rushing in followed by the rest of the queens. “I thought you two would have killed each other!”

“Hmm?” Anne yawned, lifting her head from Aragon’s shoulder to look blearily up at Jane. “Oh hey everyone. Nice of you to join us at last,” she quipped, grinning brightly at them.

“We’ve been waiting outside for the last hour for someone to get here with a key,” Cathy explained, walking past Jane to smile amusedly down at Anne.

Anna gave a pointed hum. “I had to get up early to come join the rescue effort,” she huffed, but there was no bite to her voice and a grin on her face. “How’d you two even end up stuck in here anyway?”

“The door slammed shut while we were both in here and locked us in,” Aragon explained, dropping the arm from around Anne’s shoulders. What she didn’t notice was that Kat had pulled her phone out to snap a photo of the two of them before she did so.

“Well I’m just glad you’re both alright,” Jane said, offering a hand to help pull Anne to her feet. She paused when Anne’s knees threatened to buckle for a second, muttering something about pins and needles, before asking them both “What even happened between you two?”

Anne shrugged, reaching out her hand to help Aragon stand. “Oh, you know. Talked a bit then just fell asleep really,” she said, feigning being casual for the sake of both their reputations.

Aragon willingly accepted the help, her own legs cramping after spending so long sat in the same position, then turned to smile knowingly at Anne. “Yeah, pretty much. Don’t even know what you mean Jane.”

They both just grinned at each other in their refusal to elaborate, leaving everyone else in the dark as to what had actually been said between them that night. But in the weeks that followed, Anne made an effort to tone down her façade in the wake of her conversations with both Aragon and Cathy, and Aragon let herself relax a little more around the other queens in the knowledge that she had at least one person who would fight her corner if it came to it. Anne knew she had someone else she could trust for maternal advice and Aragon felt as though she’d found someone to somewhat fill the space that losing Mary had left. It was a truce that the others didn’t quite understand but were more than glad of nonetheless.

But they never mentioned the truth behind wearing yellow to a funeral. Some secrets were better kept to themselves.

[driversmutbucket]

Second Chances.

Part 1

Adam Sackler x Reader

Warnings: cursing

Author note: I’ve been wanting to whittle away at this for a while. I think I will slow burn this in between smutty filth. I wrote this as occurring post season 6. Basically I just want to give baby boi a happy ending. K bye.

———

“Mom! I can’t find my shoes!”

You groaned, swearing under your breath.

“Have you looked properly? Under your bed?”

“Oh! found them!”

You shoveled cereal into your mouth, knowing full well it was going to be the last thing you ate for hours.

“Mom, we need to go I don’t want to be late”, Celia stood in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed. The school bag on her back looked almost as big as her.

“Alright, keep your hair on”, you sighed as your threw things into your purse before following Celia out the front door.

———

You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched Celia dash through the front doors of the school.

You looked forward to the post drop-off coffee at the cafe nearby and even going to work.

The theatre was busy, people milled everywhere as you walked through the main doors, the excitement and nervous energy was palpable. Today was the day everyone was finally meeting, thus far, each department had only met separately to become acquainted while casting was wrapping up.

Heading backstage you waved and greeted a few of the crew members you had come to know. You could already hear the laughter and general chatter from behind the doors of the makeup, hair and costume department.

Smiling you pushed through the swing doors, greeted with a loud “Hey Boss lady!” From your colleague Clinton.

“Hey! Good morning” you smiled as you approached the designated makeup/hair area.

“I took the liberty of grabbing you a coffee, creamer and sweetener right?” Clinton motion to the cup at your station.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love and adore you” you grinned.

After some initial gossip and chat you got down to figuring out a plan of attack for the day together. Today was the beginning of trialing makeup and hair on the cast.

A head of department meeting and a hurried lunch break later it was early afternoon. The assistant director poked her head in the door,

“Y/n? I’m going to send you Adam in about 10 minutes” she called across the room.

Giving the thumbs up, you turned to the cast list, scanning for an Adam.

Fiyero......................Adam Sackler

“Oh he plays the love interest” you said excitedly as you started flicking through the folder you had compiled of reference material.

“I have honestly never worked with anyone who is this nerdy” Clinton mused, “but goddam it’s helpful”.

“Thanks? So anyway, I’m thinking for the hair per-” you stopped, noticing Clinton grinning like an idiot at someone behind you.

“Hi uhhh, y/n?”

You turned and looked up at a towering, built man, I mean, you weren’t exactly short yourself but he dwarfed you.

“Adam?” You smiled warmly, he nodded.

“Come have a seat” you said patting the client chair.

As he sat down, you could see Clinton trying to mouth words to you, but you ignored him. You knew enough about Clinton to know it was probably something very unprofessional.

“I’m going to have to lower the seat if I’m to have any hope of looking at your hair” you grinned as you stepped on the pedal at the base of the chair so he came down to eye level with you.

Finally looking at Clinton, who was staring at Adam like he was a slice of cake, you broke his trance. “Hey Clinton, wanna heat up some of the hair tools and we will mess around a bit, see what’s possible?” His head snapped up to look at you before he mouthed “holy fuck”.

Turning back to Adam, you ruffled and ran your fingers through his hair, “you have great hair Adam” you gushed. It was long and thick, just grazing his shoulders. You could feel him studying your face.

“So I’m thinking, Fiyero, he is kind of living behind this facade. So perhaps we should try a kind of super polished, Prince Charming vibe to begin....”, you trailed off, staring at Adam, lost in thought.

“Oh shit, you’ve actually read the script!” He seemed excited.

For the next 10 minutes you became engrossed in character discourse.

“Uhhh y/n.....” Clinton interrupted, handing you a straightener.

“Oh fuck, sorry!” You laughed “I get carried away talking about this sort of thing”.

Clinton snorted, “I’ll say it again, biggest nerd....”

You swatted at him.

The next half an hour you spent styling Adam’s hair into various look, and photographing each one.

“Ok, great I think that wraps up hair” you said as you smoothed some flyaways.

Placing your hand on Adam’s arm you smiled sympathetically “Thanks for being so patient Adam, I’m a bit of a perfectionist”.

He grinned, “Oh honestly it’s no problem, I get it, I can turn into a bit of a lunatic when I’m learning lines.”

“Could you grab the ring light Clinton? Let’s start some makeup.”

You took a moment to study Adam’s face, his features were strong, some would say, handsome.

“You have lovely skin and features for makeup” you mused.

“I must add that to my resume” he chuckled.

“Honestly, some people’s features can get completely lost under heavy stage make up, and then you have to do all this extra work to redefine...” you waved your hand, “I’m getting off track again”.

You got into your zone, testing makeup. It didn’t stop you admiring the little beauty marks on his face, or his plump lips. He watched you work, intently. Especially when you gave Clinton pointers on application. It was a little weird, but you didn’t mind. You caught his eye, smiling from time to time. He asked the odd question about your brushes or a specific technique, seeming genuinely interested. He was different to most actors you dealt with. Quirky, but in an endearing way.

By the time you had finished with Adam, it was late afternoon. You gently wiped the heavy makeup off his face,

“Thanks Adam” you beamed, “I’m really happy with what we achieved”.

“Hey, did you hear a bunch of us are grabbing dinner later, are you coming?”

“Oh yeah, I am, see you then?”

He grinned “See you then”.

After he had left, you checked your phone, seeing a message from Celia’s stepmom saying she had picked her up from school as planned, for the weekend. You fired off quick reply, hoping to go grab a coffee before the next actor turned up.

As you cleaned your brushes Clinton cleared his throat, “so...Adam is a delicious beast of a man” he said coyly.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you snorted “but yes, he is a good looking guy”.

“I would climb him like a fucking tree” Clinton sighed “my god, his buttons looked like they were going to pop off his shirt, he is so big.”

“Note to self, make sure Clinton is not assigned to Adam, ever” you joked.

——

When the day was finally wrapped up it was after 7pm. Feeling absolutely drained you considered ditching the dinner with your colleagues. However, the prospect of getting to chat with Adam was more than appealing.

Arriving at the restaurant you could hear the group before you saw them.

“Y/N get that fine ass over here!!” Someone yelled.

You rolled your eyes, but grinned and made your way over to the table. Seeing Adam you gave him a little wave.

“Hey, I saved you a spot” he yelled over the music and chatter, patting the space on the bench beside him.

“Thanks!” You smiled, squeezing in next to him.

A waitress came over and asked for drink orders.

“House red please.”

The waitress joted it down and looked expectantly at Adam, “soda water please”.

“Not drinking tonight?” You asked, having to lean close to his ear so he could hear you.

“Not drinking ever” he shrugged.

“Oh, good on you” you smiled, placing a hand on his lower arm reassuringly.

Before he could reply, the assistant director tapped her glass with her knife.

“Oi! Shut up, I want to make a toast” she yelled standing up.

“Lets cheers to the beginning of an amazing run. I’m gonna call it early, best cast and crew ever!”

Cheers and whoops erupted from the 30 odd people crammed around the big table as everyone clinked their glasses.

As the dinner progressed, it became more and more impossible to have a conversation as the establishment became rowdier.

Giving up on talking completely Adam motioned at the door. Nodding you stood up and he followed you to the door.

“That was fucking ridiculous” he breathed as the door shut behind him.

“Jesus Christ I’ve been in quieter nightclubs” you laughed, “want to grab a coffee or something?”

“Love to” he grinned.

———

Finding a 24/7 diner down the block you went in and picked a booth in a dim, quiet corner.

You hummed happily as your wrapped your hands around a steaming mug of coffee. Taking a sip you closed your mouth eyes blissfully.

You could feel Adam’s eyes on you and you looked up to meet them, smiling.

“Sorry I was just having a moment with my true love, coffee.”

He snorted a laugh, you noticed the way his eyes crinkled, they were warm, kind eyes.

“No husband or whoever then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, not anymore, I mean, no, nobody.”

You could have sworn you saw relief flutter across his face.

“You?”

“No, nobody” he said softly.

“Well aren’t we a pair” you murmured, smiling gently.

After a beat of silence you sighed, “Sorry i’m expectionally shit at small talk, which is ironic considering I do makeup and hair”

“Oh me too, there no fucking point to it, I’d just rather sit in silence”

“I can’t believe we have never ran into each other on the theatre circuit” you mused “I’ve been working around for a few years now”.

Adam shrugged “I’ve been in and out, some shit happened...”.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing you act”.

Adam chewed his cheek, “oh god...”

“Oh come on, you are obviously very good to be cast in something like Wicked”.

He gave a crooked smile, “I just overthink everything I guess”.

“I think the best people do.”

You talked through 2 cups of coffee and a milkshake. It was after midnight and you yawned.

“Where’s home Adam?”

“Brooklyn”

“Me too! Should we share a cab?”

“I was actually gonna walk”

You burst into laughter, “to fucking Brooklyn?!”

He grinned, “do it all the time”.

Maybe it was due to the large quantities of caffeine but you felt inspired. “Fuck you are a strange one, but I like it, let’s walk to fucking Brooklyn!”

“Fuck yeah!” Adam banged the table with his hand grinning.

———

By the time you got to the Brooklyn bridge you were feeling slightly exhausted. However when you turned and looked at the city from the bridge you gasped. It was beautiful, and the bridge was empty. Leaning against the rail you took in the view.

“This is beautiful” you said in awe.

Adam pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, offering you one.

“Thanks” you smiled, taking one. You smoked socially, but never at home or around Celia. It was something you had had to cold turkey when you found out you were pregnant with her. There was a comfort to having a cigarette in your mouth. It reminded you of college, the wild, carefree times.

You stood there side by side, in silence for a few minutes, drinking in the twinkling lights of the city.

“I miss having someone to do this shit with”, you sighed.

“Your doing it with me right now?” Adam turned to you smiling.

You waved your hand, “you know what I mean.”

He sighed, “yea, I do”.

“Ever been in love?” You asked, quietly, looking at the water.

“Yup, you”.

“Yup”.

“What happened?”

He sighed. It was a sad sigh.

“You don’t have to answer that, sorry” you lay you hand on his forearm that rested on the bridge rail.

“No, it’s ok, I just haven’t talked about it in a while, tried to move on you know?”

“Yeah I know...”

“We were a fucked up couple, it was just never going to work. We were off and on. She was fucking stubborn and messed up. I had my own shit. I even fucking offered to raise a kid that wasn’t mine, when she got pregnant while we weren’t together, I just...” he trailed off.

“Didn’t want it to end?” You offered gently.

“Yeah something like that.”

He looked at you, contemplating, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You?”

“We got together when we were both in college. Young, you know, just kids really? We are very different people, I just don’t think it was ever going to work. We tried really hard for the sake of our daughter.”

Adam whipped his head to look at you, eyes bright.

“You have a kid?!”

You grinned, “Yeah, she’s 5”.

“Fucking awesome, I love kids, I have a niece, she’s fucking cool”.

You laughed, “I’ve never had a guy so enthused at my single parent status before. It’s usually what I pull out of the bag when I want them to make them run for the hills”.

“People are fucking stupid” he snorted, “what’s her name?”

“Celia.”

“Wait, Shakespeare?” Adam raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes! Holy shit nobody ever gets that!” You almost squealed.

You started walking over the bridge and discussing various Shakespeare plays with enthusiasm, laughing loudly at Adam’s sudden monologue performances in ridiculous accents.

By the time you reached your apartment you hardly even noticed the mammoth distance you had walked.

“This is me.”

“Oh I’m not far from here actually.”

“Thanks so much Adam, actually this has been the best time I’ve had in ages,” you smiled.

He grinned, “likewise”.

You wrapped you arms around him, hugging tightly. He reciprocated immediately, engulfing you.

“Let’s do this again ok?” You mumbled into his chest.

“We will” he promised. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 / Epilogue

[shinichirosbabymama]

Being Freddie (Rami x Reader)

A/N: okay so after seeing Bohemian Rhapsody I decided that one of the things I really wanted to write was Rami acting as Freddie because I thought his characterisation was perfect and pretty much undeniably sexy. I always wanted to play on how confused I actually got in the film in the sense that I kept forgetting that it was actually Rami in front of me and not Mr Mercury himself. Also worth mentioning that the reader is gender neutral in tribute to a true bicon 💖💜💙 It gets a little sexy but I wouldn’t say it was smut per say. Either way I hope you all enjoy 🥀

‘Y/N come on, he’s ready.’ Your contact called as you briskly as you sat up quickly in your chair, lukewarm coffee sloshing dangerously inside the cup you were holding.

You quickly discarded the cup and rushed to grab hold of your heavy makeup trolley as you followed your contact towards the room which housed the studio’s make up department.

You were about to do makeup for your biggest client yet - Rami Malek, and even more nerve wracking was that he was playing one of the greatest rockstars there had ever been. Freddie Mercury.

You gave yourself a deep breath as you tugged the heavy trolley behind you. Your contact for the day had hand picked you especially after seeing your stage make up at the local theatre. He said you had a real talent for what he called depth.

‘I’m just going to let you know in advance,’ your contact started, facing you with an expression that could only be described as subtle amusement, ‘he likes to stay in character as soon as he arrives at the studio, so expect a little sass.’ He smirked at the end, and you could feel the itch of your visitor pass lanyard irritating your neck.

‘He’s all yours.’ The contact gestures dramatically as he left you at the door and sauntered away.

Cautiously you entered, trying to gracefully drag your trolley behind you.

Rami was seated in front of a huge mirror, which was surrounded with soft yellow lights that gave his face a youthful glow. His hair was styled in Freddie’s short layered bob from his younger days and even in the dim light from where you stood you could see his front teeth protruding and touching his lower lip.

Rami’s legs were crossed one over the other with his hands clasped together on his knee as he gazed at himself in the mirror, barely acknowledging your existence. He was wearing an insanely tight pair of leather trousers and a huge faux fur jacket that seemed to bristle around his neck, giving him a surprisingly intimidating figure for such a slight man.

‘Uhm, hello Rami. I’m Y/N. Here to do your makeup.’ You murmured, trying to hide the nerves in your voice as Rami’s eyes flicked over to you.

‘It’s Freddie darling, if you don’t mind. Come here so I can have a look at you.’

His effeminate British drawl, so different to the sound of his normal Californian accent startled you, but you remained composed as you stepped towards him, leaving the trolley abandoned behind you.

‘Hm yes, you’ll do. Quite nicely.’ He said, looking up at you through his long eye lashes and offering you a hint of the extra teeth that crowded his mouth as he smiled at you. You felt yourself flush thinking about how positively devilish he looked.

‘Are you ready to start?’ You asked, trying to direct your mind back to the task at hand as Rami nodded in response and you brought the trolley over to begin unpacking your things.

‘Is there anything in mind you’d like today?’ You asked politely. You were well aware of what they were shooting today, having been given a full brief weeks ago to give you time to source all the right products but it was still nice to ask, given how enamoured he appeared to be with the role.

‘I want to look positively delectable, you know.’ He spoke as he pouted his lips, studying the shadow of his cheek bones in the light as you laid out your products and brushes.

‘I can do that.’ You began to prep his face, unable to stop yourself smiling as his eyes fluttered shut as lightly brushed powder across his nose.

‘Tell me about yourself, darling.’ He spoke after a few minutes of comfortable silence. ‘Do you always work on beautiful people like me?’

You felt yourself flush but kept your hand steady as you worked. ‘Actually no. I’m usually working on much smaller stage stuff-‘

‘Oh so they’re not beautiful like me then?’ He asked flirtatiously, raising his eyebrows but keeping his eyes closed.

‘Well-‘ you stammered a little, unable to allow yourself to give such a brazen compliment to the gorgeous man in front of you.

‘I’m only teasing you, love.’ He smirked.

‘I do think what you’re doing is amazing.’ You murmured, trying to ignore the prickly heat on the back of your neck.

‘What? Queen?’ He questioned, opening his eyes to gaze directly at you.

‘Mhm.’ You confirmed, deciding to play along with him.

‘Why thank you, I’ve always been a performer in one capacity or another.’

You let you a small giggle at his innuendo. ‘Bit of a minx aren’t you?’ He asked, eyes roaming over you as you began to add shadow and dimension to his cheeks.

You had to be dreaming surely. You could not believe Rami Malek (or Freddie Mercury, depending on how deep you were down the rabbit hole by this point) just referred to you as a minx. You wanted to text all of your friends immediately but you knew none of them would believe you anyway. Instead, you decided to have fun with this.

‘You’re tame if that falls within your definition of a minx.’ You teased bravely.

‘Well then you’ll have to show me what it really means then darling.’ He drawled, bedroom eyes on full display as you tried to ignore his gaze and focus.

‘Maybe once I’ve finished my work.’ You replied with a smirk, leaning closer to him as you began to apply a thin line of dark brown eyeliner to his lower lids.

‘You’re making this quite hard for me dear.’ He murmured, just as the two of you were inches apart.

‘Why’s that?’ You replied, your voice low now as you finished applying the eyeliner.

‘Because you’re fucking gorgeous.’ He replied brazenly, leaning towards you as the tips of his fingers ghosted over your jawline.

‘May I?’ He asked quietly, his accent still unequivocally British but slightly hoarse now.

You nodded, completely lost in the confusing tangle of Rami and Freddie that you unashamedly loved.

You swiftly closed the gap between the two of you, catching his full lips with your own. You thought the teeth might interrupt your kisses but oddly he knew how to work them perfectly as they grazed against your lower lip as the tip of his tongue ran lightly across.

The action caused you to let out a soft moan, to which he responded to with a firm grasp of your ass. The feeling of his large hands on your behind caused you to half straddle him as you craved the feeling of his lips and his hands roaming over you.

The two of you kissed feverishly and you didn’t give a second thought to the makeup that was probably melting straight off his face.

The feeling of the soft fur that brushed against your wrists as you threaded your fingers into your hair twinned with the sensation of the tight leather that you could feel under your thighs was driving you wild as you ground wantonly against him.

A loud rap on the door caused you to spring back immediately while Rami/Freddie (you were really struggle to distinguish by this point) merely sat back with a smirk.

‘Five minute warning.’ A loud voice echoed on the other side of the door followed by retreating footsteps. There were a few seconds of charged silence as the two of you stared at one another, you panting lightly.

‘Better finish me off darling.’ He drawled, eyes sultry as it took you a few seconds to understand what he actually meant.

You bit your tongue, unable to force your frazzled brain to come up with a witty reply as you straightened your clothes and attempted to fix the make up mess that you had created before it was time to go.

‘Perfect.’ He checked himself from all angles in the mirror as he prepared to leave.

‘You should hang around. We can continue this later.’ He smirked and left the room without another word.

You gave yourself a moment stood in the middle of the room as you tried to process exactly what had just happened.

‘Holy shit.’ Was all you were able to muster in the end.

[softanxiouspatton]

Theatre AU Idea

[I've been learning about Theatre roles in my course since y'know acting is my dream so I was inspired lol]

Roman is an actor full-time (super underappreciated by the Director) and takes every roles he gets (no matter how small or big) with full on passion. Sorta shows up anyone with a bigger part and lacking effort. For good reason too. He just wants the Director to notice his skills.

Patton is a hair and make-up artist & costume designer but mostly just makes the costumes since (unfortunately) all the actors do their own (unless it very theatrical and/or special effects).

[This is becoming more and more common fun fact. Actors often either get shown what makeup they need by an artist and practise so they can do it themselves or just do their own normal natural makeup if the show doesn't require anything extravagant]

Roman knows Patton loves to do makeup so before the show, Patton does his hair & makeup and they chat, relaxing Roman before a big show (no matter his role).

Logan is the Stage manager and a qualified Dramaturg. He enjoys researching the backgrounds for the performances and keeping management. He usually has to get Roman in line for his scenes but they have a healthy respect for each other, especially as they both understand they both want each performance to be a success. Logan and Patton work surprisingly well for the contrast in personalities but Patton always wants his work to be as accurate as possible and Logan quietly prides that in him.

Virgil is on lighting. He used to be on makeup with Patton until an actor wouldn't stop berating his work and insulting his own make-up. Roman & Logan had the actor fired but Virgil was still shaken. Virgil tried other parts of jobs but soon discovered his quick learning for the light equipment. Logan and Patton work with him during the rehearsal process to get the best lighting for the scenes especially so it works with the costumes too. He still practises makeup though. (A few times he's covered for Patton for Roman which Roman doesn't realise is a huge deal.)

Remus does set designing (and acting when the show interests him). He enjoys it because of creating the set pieces (He can get messy and/or dangerous when making set and it brings a smile to his face). Roman is just glad his brother has a safe way to express anything that people would find dangerous or weird.

Deceit is a Sound Designer. (Know commonly as Dee) Head of his department. Is 100% done with these rookies and actors messing with the equipment. Works closely with Remus on productions that require them to integrate speakers into the set and/or any recordings they need (Remus enjoys making loud noises). No one knows his actual name and whenever someone asks (usually a new person), he gives them a new random name. Logan made a comment on always being deceitful. Roman joked that he was Deceit personified. Patton made the nickname of "Dee". And it stuck.

Thomas is also an actor (of course). Newer than Roman and they make a great team. They go over lines together when they aren't blocking or on stage. He's the only other actor Virgil will do makeup for.

Bonus:

Emile is the script writer. His expert knowledge on people made him scarily accurate for his scripts. Logan and him work well too with their combined knowledge.

Remy is the props master. You need a prop for a certain scene? Give him less than a day and he'll have it. Just knows where to find everything or who can make it. He's also the unofficial coffee runner. He always remembers everyone's coffee and seems to know the best place(s) for it. When he gets coffee it always seem better than any one else getting it. Don't ever get on his bad side or your coffee is the worse (despite being the exact order).

There you go! I hope you all like this idea!

[seoulscenarios]

College AU! Lee Felix

We’re finally on the home stretch, the end is near for this series!! thank you for the immense amount of support you guys are giving us it means the world xxx

-Major: Musical Theatre

-Minor: none, he has no time outside of rehearsals

-Sports: the same martial arts club as Woojin but he specialises in taekwondo, he’s the college’s star taekwondo player and even won them several medal in the nation championships he like a god on campus tbh,, also plays soccer but isn’t officially part of the team bc he has too many other commitments with his course though sometimes they do call him up if they’re in DIRE need of a player

-Clubs: film club, just bc he likes to watch films and listen to other people’s opinion of films tbh (and he can take naps if the film is boring lmao), is also the deputy of the musical theatre society so he has a lot of power of what musicals they covered

-Felix for the last time we’re NOT doing Wicked and if we ever did I point blank REFUSE to cast you as Glinda bc you are a “cute blonde”

-But pleeaaaaaaase I’ll do more vocal training!

-Felix NO, Glinda is a soprano and you struggle to hit even the alto notes most days

-ONE CHANCE

-NO

-Felix chose to do musical theatre bc it combines his love of singing and dancing and being completely over the top,, like have you ever seen a musical at least one character wasn’t kinda over the top

-When he was a kid his parents took him to see The Lion King and he was in awe of it that he decided that he wanted to be in musical theatre ever since then

-At first, he helped out backstage with props, makeup, costume etc. during his school years and it wasn’t until his first year of high school that the director encouraged him to actually audition

-Everyone was extremely shocked that the deep voiced backstage genius could actually sing extremely well,,, like who’d have thought that

-Whilst he wasn’t the best singer he still got cast in a supporting role and he had the time of his life,,, now he got to experience what the actors did when he put them through stuff and he even did his own damn makeup as well during rehearsals

-So yeah up until he graduated Felix went to star in other musicals put on by his school and by his last year he was finally made principal role and he was all big smiles when the cast list went up and he was beaming for days and went into rehearsals with a fully learned script that was all highlighted and sticky notes on the front with potential prop/costume/makeup ideas on he’s just a wholesome boy

-Tho nothing prepared him for the sheer STRESS of being the main character as well as helping out the younger kids, organising props and costumes AND choreographing (can confirm this is the worst and happened to me, it was HELL)

-So yeah, Felix loved musical theatre and was pretty much accepted straight away onto the college course bc of his bright personality and beautiful voice, not to mention he was pretty much an all rounder when it came to the industry so they were delighted to accept him

-However,,, felix missed the accommodation deadline so ended up messaging all the college facebook boards asking if anyone was looking for a flatmate or house share,,, it was chan who saw this and was like yes my son pls join me

-Chan and Felix have this weird father/son/best friend dynamic, like chan would always pack Felix with a lunchbox and water bc he knew that Felix would forget especially when he was rushing round bc he was nearly late for dance class but they also played video games and had wrestling matches in their dorm for ??? no reason ??

-One time Woojin walked in on them arm wrestling and he was like ??? is that how friendship is formed in Australia ??? how bizarre before helping himself to snacks as Felix lost and decided to flip Chan over taekwondo style and Woojin just watched as he munched on some Cheetos or something

-It was just a bit weird but they had come to accept it,,, besides Felix loved being looked after bc it meant he didn’t have to cook food or anything bc chan really enjoyed it lmao

-Felix’s favourite class by far was his dance class

-He was one of the star dancers of the group and loved to help out to choreograph routines for literally every dance number

-Like,, u need ballet for At The Ballet from A Chorus Line??? He’s got you covered. Jazz sequence for West Side Story? He got you COVERED

-He’s just a very talented boy,, though he admits that he may not be the best technically bc he hasn’t received formal dance training whilst at high school he just had the ability to pick up the dance quickly and wasn’t afraid to ask for help when he needed it

-Hell, he even dragged Minho after he finished class one day so he could get pointers on where  he could improve and Minho was like,,, fine but pls buy me coffee I’m DYING (yes Minho does have a coffee addiction,, it’s a problem tbh)

-Felix was an extremely talented kid but he got all shy whenever someone complimented his dancing, or his acting but ESPECIALLY his singing

-Bc even to this day,, he was still nervous about singing

-Like he knew he could sing,,, but in comparison to some of the other people on his course he wasn’t exactly the most confident in his singing ability

-He often went to the music practice rooms so he could practice his songs over and over again until his throat was sore and chan had to make him honey and lemon tea when he got back from practice

-Please protect this soft boy

-Also,,, you KNOW that the boys were his biggest fans whenever he was in shows

-His first project performance happened and he managed to get all of his friends tickets on the front row (how he did this was unknown to literally everyone bc it’s practically impossible)

-He was extremely nervous bc his friends had never seen him perform in a musical before and it was his FIRST college performance how could he not be nervous

-The project was a piece celebrating the different genres and songs from iconic musicals and Felix was the centre for the Rent portion

-(But can you just imagine Felix in Mark’s red and blue knitted sweater and wearing circle glasses whilst he dances to La Vie Boheme??? Okay it would be the best thing ever convince me otherwise)

-He needn’t have been worried bc as soon as he stood on stage and the music kicked in, he was Mark Cohen singing about the death of Bohemia and jumping around the stage like he was born to be there

-He doesn’t remember much of that performance bc he was whisked off stage to prepare for another song but he does remember how the audience (read: the boys) screamed his name as he ran off stage

-The rest of the show went incredibly well and as he came out for his bow, he saw Chan wiping a stray tear as Jeongin laughed at him and Felix had to stop himself from feeling the urge of crying bc his hyung was

-They waited for him as he collected all of his belongings from backstage, too lazy to wipe his makeup off figuring he could just do it home

-When he stepped into the auditorium, all 8 of them pulled him to a bone crushing hug for a good 5 minutes before he literally had to push them off him so he could BREATHE

-Chan pulled him for one more hug, mumbling into his neck about how proud he was of Felix and damn,,, Felix nearly started crying

-It wasn’t until Chan was prompted to let go off him so they could give him his flowers (Changbin claims he was coerced into it when he gave them to him but u know that he went and sought out the best flower shop the day before so they could get the flower bouquet ready for the next day uwu)

-Felix laughed when Changbin handed over the smile and just tapped his cheek, tilting it towards Changbin

-Changbin BLUSHED like hell before giving Felix a peck on the cheek

-Felix would like to go on record to say no he did not squeal happily when Seo Changbin kissed his cheek thank you that is a LIE

-Anyway all the other boys just hollered at them except Minho and Jeongin bc,,, affection??? No thank u

-After they had their little celebration, Chan and Woojin announced that they were taking them out for bbq bc of how well Felix performed and they all whooped in excitement, honestly thrilled that mum and dad were taking them out for food

-Jisung, walking to the bbq place: thank every deity under the sun I’ve not eaten a proper meal since I left home 4 months ago

-Minho: well, this might be your last

-Jisung: :O

-Minho: :)

-Legend has it that the 9 boys who entered the restaurant nearly fully cleared out the entire restaurant’s kitchen but it has yet to be confirmed, reports say, stay tuned in to see if it ever does (hint: it doesn’t)

-Your first meeting with Felix is very different and honestly, you wish to erase it from your memory

-You were part of the musical theatre department, focusing on the backstage aspect with particular focus on lighting and sound

-You knew of Felix, bc how could you not, but you never worked with him beyond getting prompts from the director as to when to light him or turn his mic on

-As much as Felix wanted to go and meet all the backstage crew when they were practicing all together it just wasn’t feasible bc he could not justify running to the sound box just to say hi right in the middle of practice

-And he didn’t have any time in between classes bc your classes were on at the same time as his

-The only time he got to at least have some form of greeting was when he waved at you so you could see what he looks like for your lighting cues

-Felix was sad bc he wanted to say hi and wish everyone good luck for the upcoming performance but he couldn’t as he was rushed off his feet with rehearsals and class bless his soul

-After the performance finished, some of the practical course students asked the backstage crew if they’d like to go to karaoke once they had tidied up

-Everyone agreed, tho u weren’t actually there bc you were in the lightbox above the stage but once you got there all your friends were like !!!!!! Y/N THEY INVITED US TO KARAOKE YOU HAVE TO COME

-You just rolled your eyes and let yourself be dragged towards the karaoke rooms

-At first, you were a bit awkward bc you had never hung out with the actual musical theatre kids as you mainly stuck with ur lighting crew buddies but you were willing to give them a chance

-The first few songs were a little bit serious and you were kinda bored so you went up to the machine and were like “let’s liven up the place a bit”

-Well it was at this point that Felix walked into the room, late bc he was going through some notes with the director, and saw you on top of the table screaming your lungs out to American Idiot whilst everyone screamed along with you

-Well Felix wasn’t one to ignore a party esp when Green Day was playing so he grabbed the other microphone from Jihyo’s hand and began to scream along with you

-You grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the table with you

-The two of you jammed out and nearly broke it but honestly,,, it was worth it bc you got to hear Felix’s beautiful laugh for yourself uwu

-When the song finished the two of you were just stood on the table panting and grinning wildly at each other before he hopped off and offered you his hand so you could get off the table my HEART

-Felix pulled you over to the sofa and introduced himself to you

-“I’m Felix, musical theatre student”

-“I’m Y/N, also a musical theatre student but not practical, I work backstage but you would probably find me in the lighting box or the sound booth”

-“OH I remember you, you did the lighting for the dance performance today right?” he asked excitedly

-“Yes I did” you couldn’t help but grin back at him,,, bc hello is smile is beautiful and contagious as hell!!!

-The two of you chatted as best as you could over the sound of Jihyo and Youngjae crooning another love song down the microphones

-You just shook your head, gesturing Felix over to the machine so he could pick a new song

-Well,,, he interrupted the love fest and the sound of Wonderwall bled through the speakers and you started crying in laughter as Felix introduced the song “so anyway here’s Wonderwall”

-The two of you did a very dramatic re-enactment of the song and Felix couldn’t help but smile when you were basically screaming down the microphone during the chorus

-Your friends just watched in part hate,,, bc hello its Wonderwall and part admiration bc how the hell could two people who have only just met do such an in-sync performance of a well hated song????

-Magic, Youngjae told Jaebum as they both watched in disgust as you threw yourselves across the room in some form of contemporary dance??? Youngjae definitely didn’t know what he was witnessing but he wasn’t sure he liked it

-So anyway the night ends with relatively few casualties, only one broken glass that Dowoon  managed to cut himself on and Jae somehow managed to lose his voice???? But other than that,,, it was a fun night

-As people parted ways, Felix noticed you walking the other way and he quickly ran after you throwing goodbyes to whoever was left

-“HEY Y/N WAIT UP!”

-You whipped around, not expecting Felix to be running after you

-Like,, wtf?

-You waited for Felix to catch up with you before you asked him why he ran after you

-“I just,,,, wanted to make sure you got home safely and besides I live this way too so I thought we could walk together!”

-You just smiled at his bright response and the two of you walked back to your accommodation talking about literally every topic under the sun

-He told you all about Australia and his flatmate Chan

-Don’t tell anyone but Chan is actually CB97 from 3RACHA

-You mean the underground rap group that is supposedly made up 3 college students

-The very same

-DUDE THAT’S SO COOL YOU HAVE TO SNEAK ME IN ONE DAY I’VE BEEN TRYING FOR MONTHS YOU KNOW

-Let me into the lighting box and consider it done

-You have a deal Felix pleasure doing business with you

-(felix pulls through a few weeks later and the two of jam just a little too hard and seungmin is extremely embarrassed to say that he knew the two of you)

-As it turns out, you live in the same apartment block as Felix and he actually walked you to your flat just so he could make sure you got home safely n u were like,,,, mate it’s a bit too much but okay

-Felix began to walk away as you unlocked your door before you heard footsteps approach you and you quickly turned around, brandishing your keys in the assailants’ face

-The assailant, however, was Felix who just looked at you in shock before laughing

-“Well, least I know you’re capable of defending yourself haha”

-“You asshole oh my god you scared me what do you want from me?”

-“Your number”

-O H

-Felix was very straightforward huh, you thought as he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it you

-You punched in your number and handed it back to him

-All the while, Felix was just smiling at you bc HECK he found you cute

-Ever since that night you and Felix became fast friends and yes, you did let him into the lighting box and teach him how to operate the basics bc Felix was hella interested in all aspects of musical theatre not just being on the stage

-You admired that quality about him bc many of the other students just took lighting and sound for granted and just tapped their foot impatiently as you configured the mic pack to the sound booth before handing it to them

-Not Felix though

-He would make conversation with you and even let you secure his microphone properly and you won’t lie that you felt yourself getting a little flustered as you hooked the mic round his ears and as you pulled back to see if it needed adjusting he was just smiling softly at you

-HECK

-Felix found you super cute when you were concentrating and he got distracted once as you were fixing the lights on stage than Jihyo had to literally smack the back of his head bc he was too focused on you lmao

-In his spare time he often begged you to let him see your notes for lighting and sound bc he was genuinely curious and wanted to see if he could figure out what all the codes were

-You just threw the script at him and told him to stop pestering you or else you would stop stocking up on timtams

-Felix never did pester you again, his love of timtams got the better of him

-So yeah,, you and Felix were hella close now

-You even found yourself going on “dates” (that’s what your friends called them, dismissing your protests claiming it was just a friends thing) with him

-And by dates, I mean the two of you went shopping together and had dinner afterwards, going to coffee shops and hell you even let Felix practice new makeup on you so he could improve his skills

-Felix,,, why the hell have you literally painted my whole damn face with cat features!

-We’re studying CATS okay let me LIVE

-I know for a fact you’re not bc literally yesterday you told me that your focus in class at the moment was Starlight Express and the last time I checked,,, that was about trains and people on roller skates not CATS

-You,,,, you’ve got me there I’m sorry

-Anyway,, before you knew it you found yourself falling hopelessly for Felix

-It didn’t help that you were preparing for the final musical of the year and you were practically assigned to work with Felix

-(You can bet your right sock that the rest of the lighting crew were in on this as they snickered whenever you were testing a new microphone with Felix and you began to blush, causing Felix to ask you if you were feeling okay and your crew were like GET IT Y/N)

-Little did you know that Felix was crushing on you as well bc well,,, everything you did was a distraction and he found himself thinking about you practically every day

-His class mates had noticed and told the lighting crew and they were like UGH FINALLY YOU NOTICED and they made a betting pool to see who would confess first

-Most bets were on Felix tbh, he was a loud outgoing kid so he probably had more guts do it than you

-Only a few lone members of the lighting crew stayed loyal to you bc they had a hunch you would confess at the end of the show

-Ah the show,,,

-It’s always stressful preparing for the show and Felix had ended up with the part of Enjolras in their production of Les Miserables

-The two of you were rushed off your feet bc the rehearsal process was actual HELL and it was hell both on stage and offstage

-Like Felix had to learn a whole new type of musical, with very little dance in it, and he was stressed bc he didn’t think he was doing a good job of portraying his character

-Whilst you,,, had the horrible task of designing lighting for an entire show (how you had ended up with that horrible task was beyond you but here you were, wishing for the show to be over so this hell would STOP)

-But alas,, the weeks running up the first performance were crazy and you barely had time to even text Felix bc half of your day was spent running through lighting with the crew and the other half was spent correcting your errors bc the director was a grouchy piece of work n nothing was perfect

-You missed spending time with Felix bc he could make you feel happy and relaxed with just a smile but every time you saw him offstage he seemed,,, a little off and distracted

-Just as you were about to go and ask if he was okay, you were whisked away by one of the sound people bc one of the mics weren’t working

-You never forgot the look on his face though

-Before you knew it, opening night was upon you and the theatre was in full work mode getting everything into position ready for when the audience came in

-Before the actors had arrived however, you snuck in backstage and dropped off a small bouquet of flowers onto Felix’s makeup station with a note that read “I’m sure you’ve got this Apollo”, a bottle of water and a timtam that had strict instructions to eat AFTER the show

-You giggled as you saw Felix wandering round with a small smile on his face, twiddling the note in his fingers unsure of who this was

-Throughout the performance your eyes were drawn to Felix almost like a magnet bc he was captivating as the leader of the revolution and tears actually started to trickle down your face as he sang Do You Hear the People Sing

-Like,,, you were so damn proud of how he was performing considering literally yesterday he was moping around

-As the show week progressed you left bigger bouquets of flowers with different encouraging notes and snacks on them and every day you saw Felix’s smile grow wider and his performance grow stronger

-As the final night rolled around you decided that today was the day

-You were going to confess your feelings to Felix

-You didn’t leave flowers this time, just a note that read

-If you want to know who I am, find me after the show. I’ll be the one with the bouquet of red roses love XXXX

-When Felix read this he was extremely nervous bc all week he had hoped for some sign as to who it was yet all of a sudden they were going to just reveal themselves?

-He didn’t know how he was going to react but secretly,,, he hoped it was you and if it wasn’t he wasn’t sure how he was going to react

-So anyway,, the show went on and by the end of it the whole audience was in tears

-When the actors came on for their individual bows you heard Felix’s friends literally roaring his name,, and was that Changbin holding a Felix banner and standing in his seat??

-When the bows for the technical team were happening you ended up locking eyes with Felix and he was just grinning at you, even as they moved around the theatre

-The final bow happened and you cracked your fingers, knowing it was time

-You bid the rest of your crew goodbye before picking up a bouquet of roses that were underneath the desk and they were like !!!!!! omg they’re going to do it?!?! And you just grinned, pressing a finger to your lips and sneaking out into the main auditorium

-You were slightly nervous bc heck,,, his best friends were here as well and they knew you and if they saw you they would not shut up

-They saw you anyway but Chan had literally choked Felix out to stop him from yelling at you and the rest of the boys were kinda scared so they just left you alone,, wondering if you were going to confess to Felix bc quite honestly,,,, they were sick of Felix’s pining over you lmao

-Before you knew it, the actors began spilling out into the auditorium and your heart began to beat rapidly, waiting for Felix to appear

-When he did you gasped a little bc honestly,, how dare he look so good with his blonde hair all curled and slight traces of makeup still around his eyes with a tired smile on his eyes

-You saw his eyes dart around the room, undoubtedly looking for the red roses you had told him about

-He eyes lit up and started to walk towards you so you decided to remove the flowers from your face

-Felix’s eyes literally widened and his pace picked up

-You just smiled before literally running to him and throwing yourself around his body and kissing him square on the lips

-W O W

-You didn’t plan on doing that but it worked I guess

-The whole auditorium burst into raucous applause, finally glad that the two of you had gotten together after literally almost a year of pining like wtf guys come on

-Chan wiped a tear before motioning to the other boys to go over to the two of you

-You had broken the kiss and were resting your heads together, giggling when the boys approached you uwu

-“So, Y/N you’re finally dating Felix hyung? Took you long enough” jeongin stated bluntly

-“JEONGIN YOU CANT JUST ASK THEM THAT JE-“

-“yes we are dating” Felix said, kissing your temple softly and wrapping an arm around your waist and the other one cradling the bouquet of roses you gave him

-DATING FELIX:

-Oh god it’s a whole MESS dating this boy istg

-Like where to even begin

-For a start, he’s even more smiley and insufferable during class bc he’s like yeah I’m dating the cute lighting technician whilst u Jackie are dating??? Who again exactly? I lost count after you dumped Jaebum bc you found Mark more attractive but then Mark refused to date you bc ??? I forgot tbh

-He literally runs his mouth too much that you literally had to fly from your class to his so you could slap a damn over his mouth so he would shut up

-He didn’t mean to be mean but honestly,,,, he was just saying what the whole class was thinking n you were like babe, I know Jackie is like that but pls keep your mouth shut otherwise if Jackie comes for you I refuse to help you

-B A B E

-Oh yeah, felix definitely calls you babe more than your actual name which makes seungmin fake vomit into his work every time he hears felix call you that

-You just stick your tongue out and call Felix baby and right that’s it Seungmin is transferring college bc he’s SICK of all the affection going round atm

-Date nights are mainly just movie nights bc you and felix are so damn tired all the time after class and there’s nothing better than cuddling him after a long day of class

-Whilst the film is playing you like to lay on half on top of him so you can see his face as he lazily tells you about the ballet workshop he went to that morning

-You just loved listening to him talk and you also liked to rest your head on his chest, feeling relaxed by the steady lull of his heartbeat and the way his chest moved up and down

-More often than not you would fall asleep like this and Chan would find you there at 2am when he went to get a glass of water and he would throw another blanket over you, tucking you in so you didn’t get cold during the night

-(You never did bc Felix is the literal embodiment of the sun in two ways,,, his personality and his damn body heat)

-Also hear me out,, you would take felix to the lighting box on weekends and teach him new lighting methods and you loved watching him being a giddy child when he got it right that you would reward him with kisses whenever he did bc it made the both of you giggle

-Honestly,,, kissing felix? A blessing you weren’t quite sure you deserved though he assured you everyday that you did bc he was always kissing ur forehead, nose, cheeks u name it

-One thing you loved doing was gently tracing the freckles on his face before lightly peppering them with kisses

-It made Felix blush like CRAZY but he loved it bc it was you and you were being cute as heck

-Other date nights included karaoke with the boys and the two of you confusing all of them when you yelled that your song was playing when Wonderwall came on

-Woojin,,, are they being serious right now?

-You know Chan, I really wish I knew

-Study dates weren’t really a thing the two of you did bc you were on such a practical course with not much studying,, but you still liked to go to coffee shops and rehearse lines with him when he had a show coming up or accompanying him to the dance studio when he had a dance project due in

-You being Felix’s biggest fan? Confirmed.

-Going along to every single one of Felix’s taekwondo matches and yelling alongside Changbin as Felix flipped his opponent over??? OF COURSE

-Though, people always wondered which one of you was actually dating Felix until Felix ran over to you and kissed you on the lips and not Changbin lmao

-You always greeted Felix with a bouquet of red roses at the end of each of his performances and he still blushed bc he still couldn’t believe you confessed before he did

-So he decided to reverse the situation and surprised you with flowers during the bows of the last night of one his shows

-Like,,, he called the lighting crew down under the pretence of giving them praise but the ulterior motive,,,, he gave you flowers on stage and then kissed your cheek UWU

-The two of you were the powerhouse couple of the theatre department that everyone was envious of bc you just understood each other so well???? Not to mention between the two of you, you could literally run an entire theatre by yourselves and still have sold out shows

-Just wow,,, you were THAT couple

hi i would like a lee felix pls he’s cute as HECK and i just wanna compliment his freckles till the end of my days goodbye x

[harrypotterhogwartshitpost]

Future romance TLSQ spoilers- 

Okay so it’s been datamined that there’s going to be a new romance tlsq called “An Enchanting Kiss” where Hogwarts has a school play. 

As you can probably figure out by the name, the side quest has MC and their ‘date’ as co-stars in a play featuring a kiss. 

Now the theatre nerd in me love and hates this. (for those of you who don’t know I’ve been in theatre since seventh grade (aka seven years) doing everything from acting to crew to lighting and sound to set design/hair and makeup design/costume design, to script writing to stage management to directing; and have brought back several gold medals from state competitions.) 

Now the biggest question is “What play are we doing?” and the answer is, we don’t know yet. My best guess personally is some version of either Romeo and Juliet or A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Maybe that’s just because I’m a Shakespeare fan but I just think it’s going to be a version of one of those. They’re classics, even players who aren’t into theatre will at least know of those shows; plus since they’re so old Jam City can use their names/plots without having to pay any kind of royalties or anything. 

Now some issues I have with this are; Not many of the dating candidates seem like they would be into theatre. Maybe it’s just me but Talbott, Jae, Badeea and Chiara don’t seem like they’re dying to be the star of the school play. And maybe there's part of the sidequest where we convince our ‘date’ to audition and help them get over their stage fright, that would be kinda cute. (and definitely not a troupe I have personally used on a boy I liked) 

Also, stage kissing exists. Just like how you can fake violence on stage, you can fake intimacy as well. The simple stage kiss isn’t even that complicated (we literally used to have competitions in my department to see who could stage kiss the most people.) You just cup your hands on the person you’re going to kiss face, putting your thumbs over their lips, that way you kiss your thumbs instead of their lips. And I get the point of the sidequest is the ‘person and their crush get paired together in a kissing scene and they’re super nervous’ troupe, but like come on! Any director of a play of this nature that’s using children and young teenagers would have a stage kiss, even adults would stage kiss if they weren’t comfortable with a real kiss. It’s just the realistic thing to do. Though I suppose Hogwarts Mystery isn’t known for being realistic. 

In conclusion, get ready theatre kids and fanfic writers, because you’re getting some new material to work with :) 

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 10x05: “Fan Fiction”

As a former theatre kid, this episode brings me so much joy.

“Ghost? Meet Winchester.”

There’s our girl!

“Where is the Samulet?”

“Oh! I took it off. It kept hitting me in the lips, and...”

“That amulet is the symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love!”

!!!

“There is too much drama in the drama department.” Well...yeah.

“Why couldn't they just do ‘Godspell’ like good little skanks ? Instead it's this... awful, unbelievable horror story. Hmm! Like that stuff really happens! Huh, theater is about life, you know? Truth! Truth! Where is the truth in ‘Supernatural’?”

What the fuck kind of teacher is this??

I had a theater teacher who told us theatre was magic. I think she would’ve liked Marie’s play about Supernatural.

There she goes.

“I mean, it's close, but it's just.... It needs a little more grrrr!”

Our very special title card.

“Sundown” by Gordon Lightfoot

Our beautiful Baby.

Dean awake before Sam? A shocker.

“A teacher in an all girls school went missing in Flint, Michigan. She was heading to her car, disappeared, and nobody's seen her since.”

“Dean, there's nothing here that even remotely suggest there is a case.”

“There is nothing that even remotely suggest there isn't a case. Boom!”  

Logic!

Hell yes!

Thank you, thank you, thank you Robbie Thompson.

“Ugh, theater kids. Great.”  

“What? I was a theater kid.”

“Barely. You did ‘Our Town’, which was cool. But then, you did that crappy musical.”

“The - ‘Oklahoma’? Hugh Jackman got cast off of ‘Oklahoma’.”

“You ran tech, Wolverine.”

Hey, Techies are just as important as the actors.

They missed the huge banner advertising the show??

hahahaha, their faces are hilarious. Granted, if I found out someone made a musical about my life, I’d be speechless too.

“If there is case... It probably has something to do with all of this.” It has everything to do with it.

Marie, writer/director, and Maeve, the stage manager. (Fun fact: I was a stage manager once! Lots of fun, work, and telling people to shut up and pay attention.)

“I'm Special Agent Smith. This is my partner, Special Agent -”

“Smith.”

“Smith. No relation.”

Again with the joke.

There’s plenty of singing in Supernatural, mostly from you, Dean.

“If there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap -”

“Andrew Lloyd Webber.”

Love the improv correction.

Don’t shoot down “Carry on Wayward Son”, Sam.

I also had a theater teacher who went through a divorce.

“Maeve, right? You're the stage manager?”

“And I understudy Jody Mills.”

Maeve would make a great Jody!

“I'm gonna throw up.” Shush, Dean.

“I mean, I gotta say, it's kind of charming. The production value, and the...” I love Sam’s sincere interest tho.

Rule #1: You never touch the props.

“Why are they standing so close together?”

“Um...Reasons.”

“You know they're brothers, right?”

“Well, duh! But... Subtext.”

We gotta address that.

“You know, back when I did tech in school, we had two CD decks-”

“I'm sorry, I have to go sign the delivery.”

Aww Sam! I would love to hear his theater stories.

Pfft, Sam.

“There's no space in Supernatural.” We got close to it...

“Chuck stopped writing after ‘Swan Song’. I just- I couldn't leave it the way that it was! I mean, Dean not hunting anymore, living with Lisa?! Sam, somehow back from Hell, but not with Dean?! So, I wrote my own ending.” I don’t blame her.

“Dean becomes a woman.” Would still wanna see that happen in an episode.

“So, Sam came back from Hell. But without a soul. Then, Cas brought in a bunch of Leviathans from Purgatory. They lost Bobby. And then, Cas and Dean got stuck in Purgatory, Sam hit a dog. They met a prophet named Kevin, they lost him too. Then Sam endured a series of trials, in an attempt to close the gates of Hell. Which nearly cost him his life. Then Dean? Dean became a demon. Knight of Hell, actually.”

S6-9 summary, courtesy of Dean.

Here comes the second hand embarrassment.

“That is some of the worst fan fiction that I've ever heard ! I mean, seriously, I don't know where your friend found this garbage!” Oof, I still don’t like that.

“Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life. Although, we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Oh, it's just subtext ! But, then again, you know, you can't spell subtext without.... s-e-x.”

!!!!!

Hi, Jensen.

“I don’t understand.”

“Me either.”

“I mean, shouldn't it be... Deastiel?”

LMAO SAM.

“You know... How about Sastiel? Samstiel?”

“Ok, alright. You know what? You're gonna do that thing, where you just shut the hell up. Forever.”

Teasing brother, Sam.

“This whole musical thing, everything, it's... It's all a coincidence? There is no case?” When is it ever just a coincidence?

“Get in the car!”  

!!!!!!!

BUT HE NEVER DENIED IT THOO, that’s all i’m saying.

“You know, we should've done ‘The Outsiders’, like I told you.”

Maggie’s the second person to get kidnapped.

“I called the cops, and a bunch of adults just told me I have an overactive imagination.” :(

“It is all real. And so are we. I'm Sam Winchester. That's Dean.” NO NO NO.

“You guys are way too old to be Sam or Dean.”

“Oh, yeah!”

“More of a Bobby/Rufus combo? Maybe.”

How old do they think Sam and Dean should be???

“We are what the books called hunters.” They believe that.

First guess: a tulpa.

“How do you kill an idea?”  

“Well, in ‘Hell House’, Sam and Dean burnt the house down, to take out the one tulpa they hunted.”

Correct!

“Gird your loins. It's horrifying.” Umm...okay.

I love how reluctant Marie was to burn her prop.

“What?”

“It’s not a tulpa.”

“Say it one more time, but just a little bit more Arnold--”  

LMAO, Dean.

Calliope.

“According to the lore, Calliope manifests creatures from the story she's tuned into.”

The show must go on.

An understandable panic attack over the possibility of getting eaten.

“Is Marie gonna get eaten?” Shush.

I love when Dean calls people “champ”. It’s so sweet and endearing.

“If Sam and Dean were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do.” !!!

“I used this for my one-woman ‘Orphan Black’ show, last year.” Marie is the theater kid I would’ve lowkey wanted to be.

“Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch.” FUCK YES! KICK IT IN THE ASS!

Dean fixing Stage!Cas’ tie!!

Funny Sam asked for Chuck...

“Oh! I-I, I love him. I do! But honestly, the whole author introducing himself into the narrative thing, it's just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta stories.” I politely disagree.

“Alright, listen up, girls. Now, you're all here, because you love ‘Supernatural’.”

“Actually, I was hoping we'd do ‘Wicked’.” 

“I want you to get out there, and I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text, as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today.”

“Did he just quote ‘Rent’?”

“Not enough to get us into trouble.”

“Ghooooost-facerssss!”  This episode just adds wonderful years to my lifespan.

You know what I would pay to watch this play in full???

“The Road So Far”

There it is.

The misunderstood thumbs up, lmao.

Sam goes bye bye.

Maggie and the teacher.

They were in the school’s basement.

Hello, Calliope.

“I’ll Just Wait Here Then”

Nothing makes me more emotional than seeing the audience fall in love Stage!Cas, much like we did with our real Cas.

“If I have to sit through that second act, one more time... There's robots, and tentacles, and space. I can't even.” lol

“A Single Man Tear”

That exorcism special effect is so wonderful! I can see how they do it now, but from the audience’s POV, it’s absolutely magical.

What the hell did the audience think Dean was doing??

“We're through the looking glass, here, people. Strike the wendigo set, let's prep the priests costumes. And Sarah? Get understudies into hair and makeup.” Maeve’s a A+ stage manager.

“Supernatural has everything. Life. Death. Resurrection. Redemption. But above all, family. All sorts of music you can really tap your toe to. It isn't some meandering piece of genre dreck. It's... epic!” Agreed.

Stage!Dean is a pro if she could keep singing with everything going on in the background.

lmao at the one guy putting on his poncho.

Original Stage!Sam knocks out Calliope.

Understudy!Sam kills the Scarecrow.

Sam kills Calliope. A trifecta of Sam Awesomeness.

RIP Calliope. Killed by Sam.

The audience must be wondering how they managed to do that for years.

“Take a bow, Sammy.” Take a bow too, Dean.

“Thanks for saving my friends.”

“Sure.”

“You know? If you'd cut your hair a little, you'd make a pretty good Dean.”

Aww.

“Dean? You never should've thrown this away.” YYYEEESSS

“It never really worked. And, I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother, so...”

“Just take it. Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

I love Dean’s panic when he realizes he just called a teenage girl a “bitch” without meaning to, lmaoo.

Take it away Stage!Winchesters!

Let me tell you, I literally bursted into tears when they started singing “Carry On Wayward Son”. It’s beautifully done.

Starting with Stage!Mary, who is more or less Square 1 of the entire story.

i remember a lot of people being upset about Cas not being part of the family lineup at the end, and I get it. But if Marie was only going off of the first 5 seasons, it makes sense that she didn’t see Cas as family yet because Sam and Dean didn’t see Cas as family yet. They’re just one year shy of that.

BUT the same girl who plays Cas is on stage as Adam, a technical Winchester. You could say Cas took over Adam’s role as the third Winchester “brother” because canonically speaking, that’s the highest title Sam and Dean have given Cas.

“Who's that?”

“Oh, that's Adam. John Winchester's other kid. He's still trapped in the cage, in Hell. With Lucifer.”

lmaooo. Awkward.

“Don’t you cry no more.” I sing, while crying.

I wish he had kept the Samulet Part 2 on there.

A picture perfect ending.

...One last surprise.

“Oh my gosh! But wait... That means that- Calliope came for me or for-?” Did Marie know who he was?

I thought it was Cas...

I legit lost my goddamn mind when I saw him.

A perfect episode of Supernatural, in my most humble opinion.