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the other five [ five hargreeves x reader ]

request: Hello! This is my first time desperately requesting a fic because the new season is SO bad 😭 Can you write a fic where the reader finds out about everything that happened between Five & Lila and then she gets taken away by one of the Fives at the deli and promising her that he’ll treat her better than OG Five (You can also add a part where OG Five finds out about this and lives to regret it)

a/n: AU where everything in that trash season was the same, except when five made the first jump in s1 he made it in his 32 yr old body bc i will not have y/n pull a zach justice (lmao)

even if lila did 😭😭

anyways basically everyone is the same age

i like to think of the five that comforts y/n as the five that explained everything to five in the last episode because that one literally felt like the five we were supposed to get, the five that was there all the first three seasons

sorry i cant stop trashing this season you guys 😭 i’m just so disappointed

summary: after breaking up with five, you make up with… well, five

part two

“Leave me alone, Five!” You yelled in despair, pushing the man before you away, “Actually, first take me back home, you psycho! I have nothing to say to you!”

“Y/N, please, just hear me out!” Five tried to reason with you, as if anything he would say could make your heart glue itself back.

You were standing in the subway station after Five had blinked himself and you away from the family- or what was left of it, watching him at loss of words. You didn’t recognize the man before your eyes, as much as you tried. You didn’t even have time to gather all your thoughts since there was yet another impending apocalypse on its way, so your mind was completely all over the place.

Five Hargreeves was not the same Five Hargreeves you fell in love with all those years ago. He was not the same man who had stolen your heart and made you feel like you were the most precious person in the world. He wasn’t your partner anymore, he wasn’t your lover. Your boyfriend wasn’t there. You looked at this person and there was a stranger, acting as if he was the same who had hugged you, held your hand, kissed you all those many times. You were questioning everything about him now.

“Take me back!” You yelled again, ignoring his same pleas, curling your hand in a fist, “I’m this fucking close to making you ash!”

As your pure anger got the best of you, you were ready to let your powers take over for a second. Obviously you weren’t actually going to hurt him, no matter how much you wanted him to feel your pain, at least physically.

You met him six years ago, during the first time you tried to stop the apocalypse. You were also one of the extraordinary kids, but luckily enough, Reginald Hargreeves didn’t manage to adopt you- more so, purchase you. You only met Five not long after he managed to time travel back to his family in 2019 after spending all those decades by himself. Before you knew it, you were dragged into the Hargreeves family and your relationship soon after developed.

Your six year relationship that was so merry a few hours ago. Now it was crumbled, trashed.

What hurt was that it was six years only to you. Five managed to block himself seven years away from you, only in the presence of Lila.

“This is so fucking stupid,” You scoffed, fighting back the tears in your eyes, “It’s fucking over! Do you want me to spell it out for you?!”

“I want you to listen!” Five didn’t give up on arguing, “I thought I’d never see you again!”

“You didn’t want to see me again!” You screamed, wailing your hands in the air, “Fucking save it- It’s over! I don’t want to ever see you again if we survive this apocalypse! You ruined our relationship, you ruined your brother’s marriage, family! For fucking Lila!”

You hated him absolutely. The mere thought of his infidelity, of the nerve to act as if he still loved you, it was all despicable.

You grew to love all of your boyfriend’s siblings, and also your nieces and nephews, even if you and Five were not yet married. You planned to be a part of the family officially, but still wanted to focus on your careers, you wanted to adjust yourself to your old life, back to your origins.

“Y/N, please!” He tried to step, towards you, but you started stepping away.

Thoughtlessly, because of all your anger, you just walked towards the first train approaching you, fully intending to be away from him at whatever cost.

“If you don’t want to take me back, I’ll fucking find my own way!” You hopped onto the train, watching as he tried to catch up with you.

But he was too late.

In hindsight, maybe it was not the smartest idea, but you were just so devastated nothing made sense to you anymore. You spent the past six years thinking that you are set for the rest of your life, now that the world wasn’t ending anymore. You reconnected with your family, you built a career for yourself and were living happily with Five, you had literally just finished settling yourself in the new house you bought together. You couldn’t understand how he could do this to you.

You couldn’t understand how Lila could betray your friendship either, especially Diego and their kids.

You tried to make it make sense, be reasonable- it was only a few hours to you, but they were lost in this subway system for seven years.

But then again, Five was lost in the future 45 years by himself and he didn’t give up on trying to return to his family once.

Now he did, he gave up on trying to return to you.

That’s definitely another aspect that stung.

“Fucking piece of shit,” You mumbled, as the train approached its first station, “How do I fucking get out of here?”

You stumbled out of the sub, taking in your surroundings. It was yet another crumbled down station, but if you were to be at least a tiny bit fair, it was maybe a bit better kept. You looked around curiously, trying to figure out where to go from now on. Your fire-based superpowers were totally useless in this situation, so you hated to admit that you were in a bit of a pickle.

You rolled your eyes, as Five rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks, watching you with widened eyes.

“You again?” You sighed angrily, “Take me back or get out of my sight, Five.”

Five raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets curiously. He didn’t say a word yet, as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He slowly stepped towards you, not taking his eyes off you once. For a split second, you stopped as well, sending that something was up.

You took in his features, trying to make sense of what was going on, realizing that he didn’t have a coat on him. He was wearing the exact three piece suit an black tie, he was wearing the same silver watch on his left hand, but he didn’t have his coat on.

“Y/N,” He smiled, stopping in front of you, “I never thought I’d see you again, more so here.”

“What the fuck is going on?” You calmly asked, over-analyzing the man before you.

His smile didn’t drop. It was a genuine one, a smile you hadn’t seen in a while. Things between you and Five were okay a few hours ago, but he hadn’t watched you with this look since you first met. His eyes were sincere, taking in every single feature of yours, traveling all over your body.

“I take it your Five danced the devil’s tango with Lila,” He sighed deeply, raising a hand to gently brush away your tears.

When did you even start crying?

Your mind was scrambled all over the place, but at that exact moment you couldn’t say another word. You just melted into his touch, feeling warmth. It really hadn’t been that long since Five touched you, but this touch felt different. His hand rested on your cheek, as his thumb caressed you lightly. His touch was so intoxicatingly sweet, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m so sorry I’m a literal shitface in some other timelines,” He lightly shook his head, “I’m so sorry.”

“What is going on?” You asked once again, calmer this time.

For whatever reason, you relaxed in an instant. You couldn’t tell if it was because of his gentle touch or simply his presence. Ironic, since just ten minutes ago you were ready to set him on fire.

“Come with me, my love,” Five said, grabbing your hand in his, “I’ll explain everything.”

You didn’t fight his touch, locking your fingers with his. None of you said a word, as you watched you hands fit so perfectly in one another. How could your relationship be over when you were so good together?

You followed Five through the subway station, rounding the same corner he appeared from. You watched as he turned his head to give you a reassuring smile, lightly squeezing your hand in comfort.

After a few more steps and going down a couple of stairs, you widened your eyes seeing a literal deli tucked away in this godforsaken out of order subway system. The headlights above the front entrance were lit up, writing Max’s Delicatessen. You saw inside a huddle of people as you entered, gathering everyone’s attention.

When they all turned to look at you, you literally couldn’t tell whether you or the huddle of people was more shocked.

They were all Fives.

There was music playing inside, as the deli was full of different versions of your boyfriend, whether they were customers sitting at the tables, drinking coffee or having a meal, reading the newspaper or having a chat. There were also other Fives working around, waiting tables or cooking in the back.

Nonetheless, they all stopped to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N is here, carry on, you guys,” The Five that was holding your hand waved the others off with his free hand, “She needs a moment, stop being creeps.”

“I can’t tell if this is a dream come true or my worst nightmare,” You said, looking around the deli, as Five guided you towards an empty booth.

You sat down as the other picked up again whatever they were doing, still watching you with the corner of their eyes. Five took a seat in front of you, still holding onto your hand on top of the table, using his other hand to rub small circles on your skin.

“I am not the Five that dragged you here, in case you didn’t tell yet,” Five managed to say, “But I’m pretty sure that you did, since I know you’re smarter than he gives you credit for.”

“He did mention that this subway system is the knot to multiple timelines,” You sighed, as Waiter Five set down two cups of steaming coffee on the table.

You watched him curiously, as he looked yet again exactly like Five, wearing just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a black tie, pantsuit pants and a server apron around the waist. He smiled at you warmly, setting down two small packs of sugar and a creamer.

“I’m sorry, my love, we don’t have any Irish Capuccinos around here, since you’re the first Y/N to set foot in here,” He apologetically smiled, “I can only get you a shot of whiskey, if you’d like.”

Of course they all knew your favorite coffee.

“Make it a bottle,” You said, cracking a smile for the first time, causing him to chuckle, before walking away to attend to your order.

“I can’t begin to explain how much I missed your smile, darling,” The Five before you said, as you turned back to him, “The Handler got to the Y/N in my timeline,” He added, as sadness took over his eyes, “I missed you so much.”

“I can’t understand how you’re the same Five that fell in love with Lila,” You said, before quickly adding, “I mean- technically, you’re not, but still.”

“Everyone around here is a different version of me, from a different timeline,” He said, “I’m one of the many that didn’t go down that road.”

“Thank you, I guess,” You laughed, making him smile again.

What a sweet smile it was.

“When I lost you, I was a total wreck,” He confessed, as you couldn’t help but place your other hand on top of his, “I love you so much, Y/N, I could never hurt you like that no matter what. This is all such a fucked up turn of events, but when I saw you coming out of that train, my mind froze.”

“I love you too, Five,” You said, “But I need to wrap my head around what is going on- Everything is insane, I mean I’m right now in the middle of yet another apocalypse, I just found out that you love Lila and there’s just so fucking many of you.”

“I know, my love, I know,” Five nodded, “I wouldn’t dare to ask you accept everything so fast, I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“Can you just… hold me?” You asked, watching as he didn’t waste another second and got up to slide ne t yo you in the booth.

Wrapping one arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest, he used his other one to caress your hair. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, taking in his scent, as you felt a wave of certitude wash over you. Five held you tightly into his arms, embracing you after years of your absence. He was grateful to have you in his arms once again.

And he was not about to let go anytime soon.

“I’ll always hold you, my love,” Five muttered, peppering small kisses in your hair.

The Five from your timeline watched from behind the window as you took comfort in his arms, but not exactly his arms.

This was only the beginning of his lifelong regret.

[eras-mus]

HIII I HAD A THOIGHT THAT HAS BEEN KILLING MY MIND AND I NEED TO TELL IT TO SOMEONE OTHERWISE IM GNA EXPLODE

get this . everyone chilling at ramshackle dorm doing their own thing, yuu (and grimm by extension), ace and deuce sitting by the table talking about whatever crosses their mind

Eventually the conversation escalates to birthdays and holidays and ace asks how old Yuu is. Azul interjects with saying Yuu's age from the contract they signed a few months ago, but then Yuu pipes up and tells them that they're one year older than that.

Theres a small moment of confusion until it dawns onto Deuce that Yuy's birthday was a month or two ago and they never spoke a peep about it. Not even to grimm!! And when asked, Yuy makes an excuse like "that was when __ was kind of close to overblotting and I didn't want to make it about me because that'd be so nitpicky—"

It was based off an audio i heard and idk if i want to write it into a short drabble for myself i probably cant since im only on book 2 ueue). But like. its a fun prompt methinks. what would all of them do when they find out Yuu deliberately didn't say a thing about their birthday

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THAT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY???

★Reader is Yuu and is 17 years old

★gender neutral

★takes place after the third book

Sorry it's short, hope you like it!

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"Can we start yet!" Ace complained, head slamming onto the table.

"I told you we're waiting on a couple more people." The perfect told him "I invited Kalim and Azul to join us since Sebek and Jack couldn't make it"

Tonight was the Ramshackle dorms weekly game night, normally it was just the freshmen but Sebek said that Malleus 'needs' his protection and Jack was just to tired from Spell Drive practice.

"They outta hurry up" Epel started, country accent slightly showing through "don't they know it's rude to be late."

A awkward silence fell over the dorm for a moment before a knock echoes through the dorm.

When y/n opened the dorm they were greeted with a cheerful smile and a hug.

"Thank you so much for inviting me!" Kalim smiled "I hope you don't mind that I brought Jamil, I also brought food, well Jamil did, he made it!"

Y/n blinked for a moment, taking in all the words one guy manged to say so fast. They looked over Kalim's shoulder just in time to see Jamil face plant.

"Thank you for the food Jamil" They smiled, giving him a wave.

"If was the least I could do perfect" he stated, not returning the wave.

Luckily Azul showed up before y/n could shut the door.

Just a few minutes later the group was playing some sort of trivia card game where they would either have to answer a question about someone else playing, a question about themselves, or just a random fact. If they got it wrong the next person would answer the same card, whoever got the most questions right won.

"Who is the most followed person in Magi Cam?" Epel read, "That's easy, Neige"

He revealed the answer to show it was correct.

"Of course you would get that one right" Ace complained "Vil never stops going on about it"

Every one just ignoring him looked over at Deuce, who was next to pick a card.

"How old is the person sitting to your right?" He looked over at y/n. "I'm not sure...18?"

They just shook their head.

"I know this one" Azul butted in, ready to take another point "Our contract from a while ago said that they were 16."

One again y/n shook their head. "I just turn 17 last month"

The room went silent for what seemed like forever.

"WE MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!" They all shouted in union.

"Riddle is going to have a heart attack when he finds out" Deuce commented, Ace nodding in agreement.

"You should've said something, we could've had a huge party" Kalim whined.

Y/n scratch the back of their head, "It's not big deal, it was right after one of the overblots, plus where I'm from birthdays aren't that big of a deal."

"Jamil we need to plan a party right now" Kalim said, getting up from his seat.

"We have to too" Ace said "Or get Trey and Riddle to do it for us"

Soon everyone had said something similar and got up and left leaving a confused Ramshackle perfect.

[spacexseven]

ohhhhh tuna you minx now im thinking about wet and pathetic subordinate au dazai.

it honestly never occured to him that he'd actually miss you if you were gone, you were nothing- less than nothing. just a rowdy grunt barely worth glancing at, destined to become nothing more than a forgotten name at the bottom of a filing cabinet and a bouquet of flowers anonymously sent to your family, if you even had any. you were just fun for him to play around with, that was all. he didn't even remember your name! or blood type! or favorite color or the way you pronounce certain words or your exact height or your eye color or your entire dating history or the fact that certain herbs (herbs that his book of dark magic SWORE were foolproof for love spells!!!) made you sneeze. none of this was information that he retained. nope. none of it at all.

but to be quite frank, the idea of suddenly no longer having unfettered access to you wasnt something he ever thought of before. in the port mafia's eyes, he pretty much owned you- you were officially packaged and licensed as a tool he could use as he wished, you leaving was never a worry! until it was. doesnt matter the reason- maybe mori picked you up for his own training or just moved you to a different unit, or you could've had to go on leave for a while and everyone is mean and wont give dazai your address, or maybe youve recently had a brush with death- as soon as the idea that you actually ARENT his property and its very possible that he could lose you sets in he FUCKING. PANICS. you cant go! youre HIS!

like you said, it goes from just a desire to get you back under his thumb to an overwhelming desperation for your love and acceptance. a mixture of overanalzying every single time you were ever kind to him and stalking you to the point where he knows everything there is to know about you makes him realize he's HOPELESSLY in love with you. he needs you more than he needs air. he'll DIE if you don't come back to him! he loves you more than anything! he'll do a lot of things to get even a second of your attention, even if its negative, he just needs you to talk to him, have your eyes on him. he'll cut it with the bullying at this point tho. as much as it hurts to be ignored, you being afraid of him makes him feel like hes imploding. if you instinctively move away when he reaches out for you he might actually tear up. speaking of which, falling to the floor in sobs and reaching for you like a child is not beyond him, he has absolutely no shame when it comes to you.

he'll only escalate the more you try to push him off or let him down easy, so honestly caving and giving him a chance might be your best bet. sure, he's incredibly unstable, dangerous, and you have absolutely no fond memories of him at this point- but on the plus side, you have an executive at your beck and call! hes FINALLY gotten into your good graces, and hell do just about anything to stay there- and hes actually pretty sweet when hes all lovey like this. I mean its less of a worshipping thing than you might want, hes still VERY certain he knows better than you and needs to take care of you now that you're officially his which causes some. issues. but oh well! better than letting him run rampant.

- 🩹

hello again!! so sorry it took me Forever to get to this im very very sorry

cw: yandere themes

when he hears that you might be shifted off elsewhere, dazai only pretends not to care, convinced that nobody would dare take you away from him. after all, who would want to make an enemy out of dazai? and even if you're gone, who cares?? he has tons of other people to pick on, tons of other things to do than mourn your absence.

it doesn't matter that the car he takes out is starting to look very empty with just him, doesn't matter that the driver's seat feels foreign to him after being accustomed to your presence. it doesn't matter that he has to start sitting on tables with just one chair in cafe's, doesn't matter that he still asks for your order as well and it definitely doesn't matter that the cat outside the base you always feed stops coming by anymore. it's not like he feels lonely, too used to another person by his side, not like you were of any use to him, anyway—all you did was drag him down!

you weren't anything special, nothing memorable about you, not the scars you earned after months in the pm, not the way disdain painted your face when dazai entered the room, not the way you said his name, and definitely, nothing stood out about you! he definitely didn't have a whole list of things written down about you, which included your favorite games and what groceries you got and what hobbies you had or even the number of interactions you had with each pm member (he also definitely did not cap the limit at 10 in a week, after which that person wouldn't be seen around you again).

but then it occurs to him that nobody else had the right to do that to him. regardless if you're in critical condition or sent off on some secret investigation, dazai is furious by the implications. the idea that you weren't ultimately under his direct command, the fact that someone else thought to meddle, it frustrates and infuriates him to no end. he panics, he throws a tantrum, but in the end, dazai's still not sated.

as dazai finally gains a crumb of self-perception, it finally occurs to him that he's in love with you, and he has no shame in letting the world know about it. he panics, wondering if you'd ever like him, but he pushes that to the back and focuses on what he can do. which ranges from stalking you to clinging onto your leg when you ignore him to even breaking into your home and nursing you. there comes a point where he is genuinely convinced that he might drop down dead if you ignore him any longer, mostly because he doesn't know how to deal with the pain of heartbreak and the guilt and the depression all sinking onto him at once. he has no shame in this situation, and no care for self-preservation, unlike chuuya. nothing matters more to him than you, and he won't stop at anything until you give in. and i agree that the more you reject him the crazier his attempts are going to get. the next thing you know, all of yokohama is going to wake up to him screaming about how much he loves you.

a lovesick dazai is an unstoppable dazai. while he appears like a fool in his attempts to win you over, he still maintains a cruel demeanor towards anyone else. if it makes you happy, he's ready to wipe out yokohama, or even just the person who cut ahead of you in line. just as long as you promise to stay by his side, of course. he's finally found a semblance of happiness, and he's willing to do anything to keep it. for the most part, if you're able to deal with him as a boyfriend despite his past with you, he's surprisingly not that bad. since it's dazai, there are still some glaring problems with the whole relationship, but for the most part, he takes on the role of an extremely doting boyfriend who just wants to keep you safe. and unlike chuuya, dazai doesn't ever let you know what dirty work he does to keep your relationship going—all his hard work would be for nothing if you were scared of him again, after all.

[faith369]

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader, no use of y/n

Warnings: Nswf, english is not my first language so ignore spelling mistakes

Summary: Simon coming home after a mission finding himself to want to blow of a little steam

Ghost comes home after a mission that went wrong and has to blow off steam. Normally he'd go to the gym, but it's late at night, and when he sees you sleeping on your shared bed, his brain just short circuits. There is a tiny sting of guilt that goes through him as he wakes you up, but it's quickly pushed far back into his mind. Your eyes flutter open your brain is hardly able to process the fact that your boyfriend is home as ghosts hands already move under your shirt, starting to fondle your breasts. The whine that you let go goes straight to his dick. One of his hands moves down into your shorts, a finger slipping into you. A chuckle escapes his lips when he feels how wet you are. „M..missed you Si“ your voice comes out breathy. Ghost chuckles, "I know lovie, i can feel how much you did“ he pushes your panties down and starts circling your clit wit his thumb as his finger starts to move inside of you making you moan, "Fuck Si n..need need“ ,,Come on honey be a good girl tell me what you need hu“ Simon voice is teasing, "Need y..you t to fuck me, please,,. Simon pulls his fingers out of you and frees his cock, he is almost painfully hard as he pushes himself into you, his fingers digging into your hips. He doesn't let you adjust to him before he starts moving at a pace that makes your brain turn all useless. The countless whines and moans that you let out every time he hits that spot inside of you only make him go harder. You can feel your nails dig into his shoulder, your pleasure building up, pleas are leaving your mouth. Simon moves his hand down and starts sloppily stroking your clit your voice hitches, “gonna c..cu“ you cant finish your sentence before clenching around Simon and reaching your orgasm. "There we go such a good girl“ his strokes become more sloppy as he fucked you through your orgasm your cunt still spasming around him. His hips slightly stuttered before he released himself inside you.

AN: This my first time writing in a long time so be nice, hope you liked it ♡

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

lonesome love.

【Neteyam(21)/Reader(18)】

ocs: -ay’u (19)/palon (20)/y’ite (19)/virt’xi (23)

warnings: angst? drinking, very bad writing. no proofreading.

in which: you have always loved neteyam but he only sees you as a friend.

a/n: first time writing 😧 its so bad at first but it gets better. they use old yovo fruits as like wine or sumth (cuz i said so.) btw picture is not mine i found it on pinterest i just added a filter thingy it belongs to “tsireyasz”

i’m sorry if there’s any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. i wrote too much 😟 (i was listening to lonesome love and got inspired)

you always had a soft spot for neteyam, always greeted him with a warm smile, a smile he returned, a smile that melted your heart; you’d always question when your feelings for him started blooming, maybe it was the day you met, or perhaps the day he stood up for you and protected you from other kids making fun of you, or maybe the day you comforted him about his father bossing him around, you cant quiet tell when you started catching feelings for him, but one thing you do know for sure is that you adore him, you feel safe around him. you’re on cloud 9 whenever youre around him.

you were laying on the ground you’ve spent all day near the river with neteyam, busy with your own thoughts now, neteyam sitting next to you, you were snapped out of your toughts when neteyam poked your side, “huh?” you looked at him and he frowned, “you weren’t listening to me were you?” you shook your head no “’m sorry i was thinking about something, i wasn’t focused,” you apologized, “what’s on your mind? weren’t thinking ‘bout boys were you?” he asked grinning, your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head “no ew, gross.” he laughed and your stomach was filled with butterflies, you smiled and took a bite of your yovo fruit, “what were you saying though?” you asked after swallowing the fruit and lickig it’s nectar off your lips “i was saying that, we have to get to the camp before eclipse, the clan is throwing a feast - no no - a party, my dad asked ay’u’s father for his blessing,” he smiled and you looked at him confused written all over your face “what do you mean?” “ay’u and i will mate when i take my father place as the olo’eyktan,” he looked very happy - but you weren’t happy, you felt your heart breaking at the idea of him mating to someone, “i’m not feeling well, i’m sorry.” you told him and got up quickly running in the direction of the village, his words felt like knives cutting your heart into million pieces, on your way to your tent you had no intention of speaking to anyone, you simply ignored your friends talking about how happy they were for neteyam and ignored other girls wishing they were ay’u. you made it to your tent and sat the for the rest of the day.

you didn’t want to go to the ‘blessing’ party but your mother forced you to, telling you how important this day is to him and you eventually agreed. you placed a top piece on your chest “y/n, are you inside? can i come in?” you heard from outside the tent and your heart started rapidly beating, “yes, yes come in,” you yelled and he moved the flaps of your tent and walked in, “hi..” he said smiling you greeted him with a smile “i need your help with something,” you said “come closer,” “alright,” you heard his foot steps getting closer and closer “i want you tie the straps together, i can’t do it on my own and ma’s not here,” “alright, yeah i can do that,” he said and his hands went to rest on your shoulders, you gave him the straps and he hummed tying it around your neck, you turned around to face him and he smiled “you look very beautiful, y/n,” he looked at you and smiled his hands holding yours, “i do?” he closed his eyes and whispered a ‘yes’ you wanted to stay like that forever, your hands hold his. “shall we go now? i don’t wanna be late for my party,” he laughed and you shook your head “go. i’ll follow you later, i just have to do something quick and i’ll follow after, you don’t wanna be late do you?” you were shocked as you felt his arms around you, his chest against yours, “thank you, y/n.” you were filled with disappointment when he pulled away, he ran out of the tent not giving you enough time to respond.

when you made it to the area where the ceremony was taking place you were filled with an uneasy feeling, bioluminescence and fire lit the place, there were so many people that it was hard to find any of your friends but it wasn’t hard to find him, the last person you wanted to see. he was standing next to a girl you recognized her as ay’u, someone must’ve told him you were there cause he turned around and smiled at you. your heart broke at the sight of him and ay’u holding hands, now walking in your direction you quickly adjusted your hair and smiled “i see you, neteyam, ay’u." you said and looked at ay’u she was very pretty, she smiled at you nodded her head, you looked around and your eyes met with your friend’s, she must’ve noticed the desperation in your eyes and came over “you look great, ay’u” you said as your friend stood next to you, snaking her arm around you and tightly hugging you, “you wouldn’t mind if i steal y/n for a minute would you?” y’ite said and looked at neteyam “i-” “of course you wouldn’t mind,” she interrupted him not letting him finish whatever he was going to say and pulled you away “we’re going to the river to drink-” she started “you can come too if you want, but don’t tell neteyam or ay’u,” she said and your face scrunched “i don’t drink, y’ite, you know that,” you placed your hands on your hips and shook your head in “does your dad even know that you’re drinking?” you asked sounding worried, “no. no, he does not know, and i’m not planning on telling him anyway” you put your hands on her shoulders and gave her a weak smile “whatever, just make sure not to get caught, i’m not coming along i have to be there with neteyam” y’ite nodded and hugged you. you made your way back to the main area and was rewarded with neteyam and ay’u staring at each other and smiling like they’ve been in love with each other for forever your lips started to quiver and you wanted to cry. ay’u noticed you staring and she reached for neteyam’s hand and ran towards you, when they reached you neteyam was quick to question you, and soon they began talking about how excited they were to be together, you saw the way neteyam looked at her and your eyes were filled with tears you couldn’t blame him, she’s so dreamy. you were regretting not going with y’ite and the others, you took a deep but very shaky breath in to calm yourself “i better go find y’ite and the others, i’ll see you later, neteyam. have a good night, ay’u.” you said gaining both neteyam’s and ay’u’s attention and quickly ran off before they could say anything, you made it to the river in no time and was greeted by y’ite. “look who’s finally decided to join us!” virt’xi said and you rolled your eyes at her weird sarcasm “give me that,” you said to palon snatching the yovo fruit from his hand and chugging its juice down your throat hissing at the warm taste of it “that is very old, where’d you get these from?” you said looking at y’ite “we stole them,” virt’xi said from behind y’ite wrapping her arms around her waist and planting a kiss on the left corner of her mouth, “that’s.. nice,” you said “want another?” palon said and you gave him a nod and he handed you another yovo fruit “here,” you took it and quickly chugged it down, “fuck!” you said as it’s strong taste stung your mouth, it was warm in your throat and bubbly in your stomach vt’axi laughed at your expression “easy there, y/n, we don’t want you to get drunk,” palon said and you smiled sitting down next to palon laying your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you. virt’xi was looking at y’ite and smiling at her with her arm around her waist as y’ite gossiped about people.

you looked up at palon, his face was glowing as he slept you moved your head to the side and saw virt’xi and y’ite nuzzled up next to each other on the ground. you felt your cheeks and body heat up of the liquor, and you got up making your way back to the main area stepping carefully into the dark. you didn’t realize that you had arrived and stopped walking a long time ago as a surge of thoughts took over your mind, you were currently looking at neteyam and ay’u, his hand on her face feeling the soft of her cheeks, your own vision was clouded with tears and you closed your eyes and tears ran down your cheeks, you stood there with both your eyes closed as you sobbed silently, you only felt the hand on your shoulder when it started shaking you, you opened your eyes and they were instantly met with neteyam’s worried amber ones “why are you crying? did someone say anything to you?” you couldn’t respond, you felt your chest tighten and you swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head “no,” you whispered, you didn’t notic the way neteyam was sharing a questioning look with ay’u “i just... want to - go - home,” you said between hiccups “okay, i’ll take you home,” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both took off to the tents. you were both walking into the dark, your tears didn’t stop, and neteyam’s hand was now on your back, rubbing you back in a comoforting way but it only made you cry even more, you were walking with neteyam and you tripped over and fell, injuring your hip, knee, and the palm of your hand, and sobbed on the ground and neteyam bent down, “i’m sorry - i- fell, i didn’t mean to fall,” you said between sobs and neteyam wrapped his arm around your waist “‘tis fine, come on, time to get up,” he said heling you up to your feet, when you got to your feet, “don’t touch me.” you said pushing neteyam’s arm off of you, he gave you a questioning look, “go back ay’u, she must be waiting for you.” his hand wrapped around your forearm “y/n what are you saying, i won’t leave you in this state, you’re my frien-” you cut him off with a push “i said don’t touch me!” you yelled this time “y/n what the hell is wrong with you, what the fuck happened,” you got closer to him pointing your finger at his chest and started poking “you! you happened, neteyam!” you yelled again and place both your hands on his chest and pushed him “i hate you so much! i hate you neteyam - i - eywa! why - just tell me why are you so cruel, neteyam? why are you doing this to me,” you said sobbing “i didn’t do anything, y/n, i have no idea what you’re talking about-” “quit the lying, neteyam. you know what i’m talking about! do not lie. you know that i love you, you’ve always known. so why. why did you insist that i go to that stupid lame ass ceremony of yours? huh? just to hurt me? just to spite me? rub it in my face? reminding me that i had fallen for a person i can not have?” you grabbed his right hand placing it on your chest “it hurts neteyam, it hurts here. it’s very excruciating.” you said while crying “i’m sorry if i knew that you’d be feeling that way later i would’nt have asked you to co-” you removed your hand from ontop of his and looked at him “oh, please. spare me your voice, neteyam.”

you were sober now. you were sure of it and very much aware of what you were saying. he looked hurt like your words effected him “i’m sorry, y/n i just- i just don’t have feelings for you. i thought that maybe, i’ve been hinting for a long long time, but you never took the hint,” you shook your head “go to her, neteyam, she’s waiting for you,” you said accepting the fact that you will never have his love, his hand to reach for, his lips to kiss, his lap to lay your head on, you smiled and walked closer to him now, placing your hand on his cheek and stroking, he wanted to push your hand away but he didn’t, “i wish you all the best. i truly do. ay’u’s a lovely girl, go to her, give her all your love, and forgot we even had this conversation,” “what conversation?” he replied with a smile and you backed off “i’m going to sleep now.” you said and continued your journey.

you left him behind, alone in the dark, you didn’t cry this time. you were feeling numb, your insides feeling empty and yearning for love. maybe it was never love, maybe you never loved him, it was all in your head because you were so lonely all your life, but he came and gave you just the right amount of attention.

[seasonal-depression-of-punk]

I just saw a video of a Finnish kids show that I grew up with. They bastardized everything because they weren’t Finnish.

I hate feeling like a gatekeeper and a bitch who whines about needless shit whenever I see someone mispronounce shit ton of things in my first language. I love when people ask me about my culture. I love explaining media from my childhood that is less known. I love to translate and explain songs that are in Finnish. I love spreading the knowledge of our culture and the experience of being from Finland and living in Finland, that all the different forms of Finnish art tell.

But I hate when it seems like a cash grab.

You took a show from my childhood that I enjoyed and my classroom feared and made it into a video where you don’t say the main characters’ names right. You do a researched video but you didn’t research how our country spells the name of our country’s equivalent of BBC.

Finland is already so ignored in many countries and you couldn’t even try and find a Finnish person to help you with research and pronouncing stuff.

It’s not even just media. It’s also our crimes!! English speaking people who do not speak Finnish have made true crime videos of our worst tragedies like the 2007 Jokela school shooting! It was one of the first school shootings in Finland that was the equivalent of Columbine to us!! It inspired copycats! AND YOU CANT EVEN TRY ENOUGH TO PRONOUNCE THE TOWN’S NAME RIGHT.

I don’t care how hard it is. It still feels so disrespectful and makes me feel like my culture is meaningless. It makes me feel like no one cares enough about our culture. Not even our government who cut funding from our museums. The culture they said they’d protect.

We have to learn English since third grade. We need to know and pronounce everything right. We need to learn how words aren’t spoken the way they’re written. We need to throw every rule of our language out so we speak English the way it’s supposed to be spoken.

And after we do all of this to fit in and we’ll still struggle with speaking the language, we will never feel like we’re fluent enough. We’ll feel like we’re doing everything wrong and that we never make sense because this language we’ve been forced to learn because so much this world has been built to accommodate is too far away from our language family.

And even after this… they don’t have time or enough respect to learn how to pronounce YLE.

And it’s not Y-L-E. It’s just YLE. As in the full name of the channel. “Yleisradio” meaning basic radio. Because that is the channel that has been funded by our government since the television wasn’t here. This is something that is easy to learn. Especially when almost everything that YLE has made is accessible through their FREE streaming service called YLE areena. And if you can’t find it through your web, you can download a free VPN and use that to access it.

I know it may be a bit annoying and it will be hard and take time but remember that every non English speaking person has to learn English. No matter what their first language was.

[wayvisyummy]

Bang chan x reader (f)

Angst

Warnings: fighting, cussing, reader is called clingy, crying.

Story line: Chan had been overworking him self for the past week now, always at practice, not eating how he should and staying up most nights and if he does sleep, it's at the studio. Not at the dorm or at reader's house.

Forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes.

It was Stauday morning. You woke up at 9:30 a.m. you roll over to what you had the past week. An empty half of the bed. Only a blanket and a pillow. No Chan, but you weren't surprised. You were worried though, about Chan. He haven't been staying at your home or at the dorm. He had been sleeping at the studio. You had been bringing him his breakfast lunch and dinner, but you weren't so sure he was eating it all. You knew he was stressed about the comeback coming soon, but that was no reason to be treating himself like he had been lately. Not only did he do that to himself, he neglected you. You guys didn't always get very much time together with him being an idol and all. Now, it had been even worse, no 'good mornings', no cuddles, no 'I love you's' and no 'goodnights'. You missed him. You missed him like hell. So, that led you to where you are now, walking up to his studio room. The other members waiting just right on the other side of the door. "Hey, babe." "Hey". "What are you doing?" "Working." He said not paying you any attention. "Why don't you take a break?" Yoy ask in a soft, low voice, setting the sushi and noodles you made for him for lunch on his desk. "I don't want it." He said in a low harsh tone. "Chan, you really should eat. It's not healthy for you to be going this long without eating." You replied back with your voice laced with concern. "DAMNIT Y/N, WHY CANT YOY EVER JUSY WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF?! WHAT I DO TO MYSELF IS MY PROBLEM! BOT YOURS!" You just stood there in shock. You and Chan had your arguments just like every other couple. But he had never yelled at you like that before. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." You whimpered out, feeling the tears start to well in your eyes. "Yoy can't ever just mind your own damn business. You always have to be with me."your just so clingy. This is part of the reason why I don't stay at your house very often y/n." You felt the tears fall as you thought over his words. Were you really being that clingy? Were you really being overly dramatic? Maybe yoy were. After a few moments of thinking, you just spun on your heels and headed for the door. "Wait, baby. Please don't leave." You just ignored his words and opened the door to find all 7 boys standing in shock. "Okay, uhm. Are you, okayyyyyyy?" Asked Jeongin. "Always." You answered with a weak smile. With that, you walked out of the building and hopped in your car to drive yourself home. Once you got situated in your bed, you put on t.v and began to watch (your favorite show). After about 10 minutes, your phone began to ring. You looked at the collor ID. Only to see HIS name. Channi❤️. You silenced your phone and put your focus back on your T.V.

2 days later

It had been the same thing over and over again. You got to work, come home, shower, eat and lay down to watch T.V all night long. Both nights, Chan had tried to contact you both nights. Until you finally budged.

It was not 7:20. You had on some Grey sweats and a maroon sweater that said 'Stray Kids Fam' on it with some white Nike Airs. Soon you left your house and made your way to the park. It only took you 2 minutes to walk there. When you where just a few feet away from the bench that you and Chan had carved you initials into, you saw a familiar face. It was your boyfriend. Bang Chan. When he saw you his eyes instantly lit up. As for you, they were filled with hurt, pain. As you sat down, you faced Chan and he began to talk. "Y/N, baby. I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said the other day at the studio. I've just been so stressed with everything at work. I've missed you." "I've missed you so much as well, but you hurt me Chan." "I know, and im very very sorry. I know what I said was wrong, I've been thinking about it these past couple of days. You aren't clingy. You aren't overwhelming. Your none of that. Your perfect." I know you meant none of it. It just hurt me that you said it. Even if you meant none of it." As you guys sat in silence, you saw him lean over and place a soft yet heartfelt kiss on your lips. In that moment, you k ew you forgave him. I guess he could read your mind. "Well, to make it up to you, how about we go back to your place and watch some episodes of (your favorite show)? I could stay for a few nights too." You just began to nod frantically. And with that, you and Chan walk down the road hand in hand to go finally spend time.

[emetkoto]

what's the emetkoto time loop au? i wanna hear your ideas about it!

I AM SO VERY GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!!! its a fun little idea ive been kicking around in my head for a long time now on and off that drives me insane :) long story short its basically what it sounds like! after the dying gasp k'oto goes to bed.....and wakes up several days/weeks earlier :) everything goes the same way and then. it happens again! and again! and again!

long story LONG ofc eventually K'oto picks up on what's happening, it cant just be a weird recurring nightmare this has really been happening and its wearing him down bc uh, duh he's literally failed to save and had to kill his soulmate repeatedly now!! so he starts trying to change things...do things differently say things differently try to push for a different ending but unknown to him is that emet-selch is also aware of what they've found themselves trapped in and while k'oto believes that emet is the one who needs to be saved to break the loop, emet believes the opposite that its K'OTO who is the one who needs to be freed and thus he's reluctant to work with k'oto and keeps forcing bad ends bc he believes so strongly that hes right...they try just about everything except for any sort of ending where emet selch concedes and recognizing hes wrong bc that just cant be right ofc not!! eventually thought theyre both so tired and upset that emet selch cant keep up his "i dont know whats going on youre insane" act and they get into it a bit and hes blaming k'oto for not being cooperative and letting him kelp them both out of this completely ignoring all the times they DID try the ending emet selch thought was right that still caused a new loop and k'oto has to Call him a hypocrite like 'we have tried literally everything EXCEPT MY WAY why are you making this so DIFFICULT!!!! let me SAVE YOU PLEASE!!!!' and begs him like full on tears and exhaustion BEGGING because he jsut wants it to be over so they can be happy and emet gives in and they try things his way and it works because of course it does :,)

the thought ive had about how it all works lately is like. dynamis combined with the massive amount of aether at play during the dying gasp and k'otos feelings of wanting a better ending, another chance to make it right all coming together into some kind of forbidden magic being unknowingly casted...recurring thought of some sort of hourglass holding their souls and controlling the loop putting them and everyone else linked to them and the whole situation (so basically just the scions and anyone else they talked to in the few weeks that keep looping..also due to the dynamis-y nature of the magic emet selch is unable to break the spell or figure out how it works until way later) into sort of a stasis-y pocket dimension-y thing...their conflict makes things start to break down and by the end its like they need to figure this out or they and everyone else will basically die...yeah mostly i just keep thinking about a dramatic amv esque shot of them embracing as they make the decision to trust each other and go around one more time to make it right at last and the hourglass shattering as theyre freed. im normal

[thecatboyfriend-moved]

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[cosmo-spams]

my partner calls me pet names and I just like /m e l t/

my god I never thought I’d be this type of person lol

w e l p-

how dare you make me feel

also like don’t stop it’s great a h

[antiwhores]

Bakugou’s game.

Angst with no comfort so if you a pussy leave on god. Tw: no spell check, cheating and shit. Well kinda, unintention cheating? Intentional but not intentional- DAMN JUST READ THE STORY.

Summary: Bakugou plays with your feelings in an attempt to make you get jealous but he goes to far and shit.

Part two!

All night all you’ve seen is just Katsuki being flirting with her. A new girl, Kaminari had brought her as a plus one. Apparently she was a family friend. They weren’t dating, she just begged to go so he said yes. She was a fan of a lot of the people attending.

No one noticed except you. Another plus of having a secret relationship. He always does this when he’s feeling petty. You both had a fight before about something insignificant. You called him stupid during the argument. In your defense, the whole thing was stupid. He was stupid, you were stupid, etc.

You watched as he completely ignored you the entire night. He would barely glance at you. Only giving his attention to the girl.

He was playing a game, a game you hated. A game you couldn’t win at. He’d done this before to get a rise out of you. When you’d get jealous enough and confront him he’d get hard and start to fuck the security into you.

It worked at first, but theres only a couple times you could play this game with him before the insecurity wasn’t temporarily.

Suddenly the dress you wore looked ugly. Your makeup wasn’t as good as hers. Your hair wasnt what he liked. Your body wasnt as fit as hers. Everything was wrong.

You poured yourself another glass of alcohol to numb your senses as everyone chatted at the table you occupied. The glass blocked the sight of her hands wrapped around his bicept. Unfortunately, it couldn’t block hearing either.

“Oh my god, I would do anything to wake up to you. Im so jealous of whoever got the privilege!” She whined, lip pouted. You had learned her name was Essy, you didn’t want to trouble yourself with memorizing it but you couldn’t help yourself. You imagined him moaning her name instead of hers. It hurt. You downed more alcohol.

“I could make that happen,” He smirked at her brightened up face. “Only if you show me how you foreign girls sleep.”

That was the last straw. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You calmly stood up, “Excuse me you guys, I gotta go take care of something.” “Are you sure y/n?” Kaminari questioned. “I still haven’t taught you my sick dance moves!” You faked a laugh, “Next time!”

Everyone waved you off as you headed towards one of the vacant rooms. This place was a mix of a hotel and club. It was opened late nights only and gave people a place to stay and party to prevent driving home drunk.

As soon as the door closed you let out a shaky breath. You climbed over to the bed to start your thinking. You had little time before Bakugou would come in the same room, expecting some jealous fucking. You couldn’t do it anymore. You hated feeling so replacable.

You sucked up the tears that begged to fall as the door opened. Just as you had thought, Bakugou came waltzing in with a smirk on his face. He was midway of unbuttoning his shirt. You felt angry how easily he thought it was to get you to just submit to his body even after he’d done horrible shit.

He threw your bag onto the bed, “You forgot this, its like you wanted me to come in with you.” You clicked your tounge, “No, its just cause I was too distracted by your new girl fondling you.” He unbuckles his belt, smirking at your comment. “Hmm, well shes still waiting for me out there so you better stop being bratty.

Your face felt hot with anger, He cant take a fucking hint? You shot up to walk away. You didn’t want to freak out on him right now. You felt way too exhausted to not act rash. But he grabbed your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. “Mmm, bet that slut doesn’t walk away mid moment.”

Although it was meant to be some sick joke you couldn’t stop yourself. Your hand had crossed his face, making a loud sound, before you could even process what you were doing. “I can’t fucking believe you.” You sobbed. He stopped his advances, “What the fuck?! Why’d you slap me?” Heavy tears started to fall down your face as he grabbed his face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Your knees buckled into the wall, “I cant.” He stared in shock at you for a couple of moments before speaking again. “Why the hell are you crying?! You know I don’t actually want her!” “Except I dont!” You yelled, “You haven’t looked at me all night, not even a glance. You’ve given her all your attention. You went out of you way to make my night horrible. She’s been all over you! You’ve been all over her. You threatened go sleep with her for Christ sake!”

He pulled your arm away from your face, “That was all an act to make you jealous dumbass! I only wanted you this whole time.” You pulled your hand away from his. “An act, huh? I never liked this act. It makes me insecure, you make me insecure. And you think you can just pull your dick out and I’ll be okay?!”

He was frozen, you thought about how he definitely wasn’t expecting this. He probably thought he would get his dick wet and all will be swell. Stupid. He followed you as you went to grab your purse and car keys. “I only want you! I did that to get you!” You headed for the door, “Well, you cant go get to her, as you said like a minute ago. Shes waiting for you, isnt she? Cause I’m not playing this game anymore. Im done Katsuki.”

You reached for the doorknob to leave but he pushed you up against the door. “What the fuck? What do you mean?” He looked panic, good. “I mean, we’re done.” His face paled at your comment. His whole body tensed and his eyes widened. “You’re…. You’re breaking up with me?” He possessively grabbed your waist to wrap his hands around. You arched away, “Get off me.” “Im sorry, I won’t do it again. Just stop. Stay.” “Get off me.” He started to tear up with his teeth clenched. “Please y/n! Ill do anything. Ill buy you anything. I’ll do everything you say. Ill even go out there and fucking destroy that bitch myself! Just please-“

You pushed him away with all your might. It wouldn’t have worked if he wasnt so suprised you would try so hard to get away from him in the first place. “Dont ever talk to me again Bakugou. Enjoy the single life.”

You were glad that he was too shocked to go after you.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Hi hi hi! I know you already wrote something with Desire being captured by the Reader - but my idea is different.

Desire x Reader in love, they are happy together, etc. But someday, Desire disappears!

They is being captured alike Dream had been, imprisoned for a long time, and thought everyone gave up on them. But the Reader never lost hope and eventually manage to find and rescue Desire.

Please, please make it as much angsty as you can, I'm really in a mood for angst! :3

Ah your referring to desire saving the reader when you were captured, Sounds interesting let's get this started.

Warning: Angst, Abuse, angst with happy ending

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I'm Not Giving Up

You and Desire were together for a long time, longer than you thought. but you loved every moment. you knew what made them happy and they knew what made you happy. you both knew each other's likes and dislikes, and the bond you both had was stronger than you both thought as well.

you both were also very mischieve in sharing with each other the plots you planned on doing and sometimes helping in making sure the other works. of course it wasn't always successful. you both knew the consequences of being together as well as being a mortal and Desire an endless but that doesn't stop the love you both share.

One day however you felt something was wrong and you rub your chest lightly. you didn't pay mind to it while your day-to-day task and such. However, that changed when Desire never came to visit you for two months now. you was use to them not visiting for long periods but you always knew when they would come because you felt them near. but this was different it was scarying you.

Dream told you not to worry about it saying thats how there were, but you knew better. You spoke with Despair who said she didn't see them for a long time as well.

You was laying in your bed trying to figure out what happened. Somewhere Desire was trapped within a barrier only thing was the captures didn't know exactly who Desire was. However the alot things changed.

You felt it to but fought through it...everyone seem to lack the desire to do anything jobs were lost it was as if everyone had given up. "Love...please hold on" you said before talking to Death telling her how is it you was able to ignore whats happening. "Because you still love my little brother y/n and I cant pinpoint where they are...i have to tell you something... Desire made it clear they loved you and told me to grant you immortality until you grow tired of living or....them. you was surprised but you hugs death who was shocked but hugs you back. "Then i would use this to find my them"

Months turned to years but within the tenths year you felt your heart quicken feeling desire suddenly and you followed that feeling until you stopped at a fancy home "im here love"

You mumble before sneaking inside and looking around.....you heard people talking "I'm taking a break not like that freak can leave" your blood boiled. How dare they. You rushed over quickly knocking one out by hitting him hard in the back of his neck and choke hold the other and once out cold you took the keys and rushed to where you saw them exit.

You unlock it and slip inside locking it from the inside rushing down the stairs and skip a few after jumping and landing. You rush to the pillar where there was someone standing there in front of Desire, who was in a weird spell circle but they had them chain. Your heart beats faster hearing the man complain about feeling nothing and blaming desire for it. Desire in turn shrugs the man growls punching Desire square in the face.

"Thats it" you run fast towards the man and yelled tackling them to the ground you was in a blind rage and the hatred grew stronger with each punch you delivered to the mans face until he was out cold and possibly unrecognizable after the beating.

You was crying at this point and looked down at the barrier on the floor and simply broke the circle watching break the chains with ease. "You came" they said softly surprised even. "Why wouldn't" you cried and hug desire close to you feeling them hold you closer as well. "Thank you love"

Ever since then Desire made it their business to give you any and everything you desired, never leaving your side whenever you cling to him mumbling don't go and lastly thanking you ever chance they have for never giving up on them.

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And there you have it I hope you liked it. Let me know any request you desire~

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[ayoitschannie]

HEAR ME OUT

MINORS DNI !!!!!

ignore spelling mistakes please i wrote this in a rush 

i have a request and dont know who to tell if you this PLEASE tag me

okay hear me out a bangchan manhandling oneshot like y/n is a trainee is jyp shes 23 and chan is 25 ofc okay and stray kids had to interview some of the trainees and the mangers etc chose 5 out of all the trainees and y/n is one of them.She finds out the same day and panics because she has this big ass crush on chan. She figures she cant do anything about it and just gets interviewed.As they are all getting asked questions and whatever and a question about there type comes up “what is your type of man/women?” and all the trainees answer shyly but y/n doesn’t answer because she cant just say she likes bangchan whos older than her and famous as fuck the interview goes on but chan is nosy and wants to know so after the interview he went to the trainees dorms and found y/n’s dorm and knocked and she answers the door and when she opens the door she sees chan and panics a bit.Whatever okay she lets him in and he sits on the couch and gets straight to the point “you know y/n if you like any of my members i can set you up?” y/n is confused and says that its not why she did not answer the question and chan figured that she liked him “so you like me?” and y/n gets all flustered and her cheeks got red “no i dont like you chan” and chan stands up and goes close to y/n and says “prove it” then you know the smut comes in and all that. If your gonna use this PLEASE PLEASE tag me

[sizhui]

angie -waving rlly hard -0 why cant i backspace on asks. anyways can i hear ur thoughta on eichi. please ignore the spelling mistakes. ive never heard empathy and eichi in the same sentence and im so curious

HI MATTHEW WAVES BACK!!! of COURSE i've been wanting to talk about Eichi here again seriously so thank you so much for asking ^__^ wait let me sit down and get a glass of wine. Okay. I have a LOT of thoughts about Eichi which are tied to my thoughts about Enstars as a whole so this might end up being incomprehensible but im gonna try to be systematic!

AFTERWORD AFTER WRITING THIS: im genuinely sorry for how insane and reach-y this might sound, this is just my interpretation of the story of enstars and I’m an extremely autistic literature major who read too much pandora hearts in his formative moments...

i. The true nature of the world of Enstars

To talk about how Eichi fits into the story of Enstars, I first have to explain how I view the story itself. The quote that first prompted me to start thinking about Enstars as a sort of a metafictional story was this Wataei conversation from EP:Link:

Wataru: Therefore I plead of you, do not leap to your death nor do anything similar, alright? This world is a dream that you are seeing, so if you die, those who live inside it - yes, even we - will disappear.

Eichi: Is this Alice's adventures in wonderland? Do stop that - if you're the one saying such things, they seem much more plausible... I'm not God, you see? I don't want everything to be just a fantasy of mine. Until the moment my dreams came true, I have always resented God. So, if I truly were God, I would have just been living a farcical one-man show of a life this entire time, no?

Wataru: Even a one-man show can be fulfilling, so long as an audience is there to view it.

I started really racking my brains when I read this. I definitely do not think Enstars would pull a twist as cheap as "everything was just Eichi's fantasy in his sickbed", but this definitely means thatt the world of Enstars is something else than what it appears to be at first glance. After a lot of thought, this is the thesis I came up with:

The world of Enstars functions like a story. The story of Enstars functions like an independent world. Various characters are, to various degrees, aware of this and of the outside audience consuming it, and attempt (and sometimes succeed) to manipulate the narrative and their role within the story. Originally (AKA before the War) everyone within the world of Enstars was very strictly defined by their narrative role within the story: there was the Protagonist (AKA Top Idol - the Godfather, Akepapa, Hidaka Seiya...), there were minor characters (such as Keito who speaks of his struggles to accept himself as a minor character in Crossroad) and then there were those with more interesting roles, such as the Three Eccentrics/Oddballs before they became Oddballs - whose role was more or less to give and give without recieving anything in return. Can I take a small detour and talk about Kanata? I am going to take a small detour to talk about Kanata.

i. i. “the unconditional giver”

I alwayssss see Kanata’s story quoted as the example of Enstars being cheap shock value... but to me, Meteor Impact was one of the most interesting, subtle and thought-provoking stories I read! It presents Kanata’s life this way - he is a God who fulfills wishes. Both for the Shinkai cult and for his peers at Yumenosaki, he fulfills them without being extended any empathy in return. That’s all he is - a wish fulfilling machine. And he seems to be content with that, because it’s all he knows. Once a great calamity comes, the Cult will sacrifice him and feast on his flesh. The end.

One of the heaviest scenes of Meteor Impact, to me, is Kanata finally realizing that his living situation is inhumane through his friendship with Chiaki, a “normal boy” - This kid has never been hugged by anyone before…? says Chiaki. Did he live in an environment that never let him think of that as lonely and misfortunate… and was enshrined as a Living God, just to continue granting wishes? This really is cruel. If there is such a thing as evil in this world - then it must be this.

Yes, so it seems, Kanata finally realizes. I didn’t know that, because my household is within the ocean, I had not once thought of it as agonizing. Humans can’t breathe underwater. Oh gosh, couldn’t someone have at least told me that? 

A child being unable to recognize its own abuse and mistreatment isn’t something that only happens to victims of cults and cannibalism. Kanata explains the process of his sacrifice like this: They tore the sacrifice into parts and everyone ate a piece of it. (...) Once they become sacrifices, they are no longer humans. They become fish - beings made to be eaten. What would a being made to be eaten to satisfy the needs of everyone represent in a more everyday situation? Let’s take a look at it from a different angle.

Shinkai Kanata is a good child, a good student. to the Family and to his peers he fulfills expectations and emotional needs without being extended any empathy in return. He is liked, respected, and even loved, but in the end that’s all he is - a wish fulfilling machine. And just with that, he is content, because it’s all he knows. Once he realizes this is unfair, everyone will have already “eaten their share of him” - taken what they wanted and left.

“Humans eating fish” represents his dehumanization from the Cult/Family. Dehumanization is a major theme in the story of the Three Oddballs - in fact, an “Oddball” is an artificial narrative role fabricated by Eichi whose purpose is to be dehumanized, to become an object for the minor characters to rally against and earn their self respect by trampling the Oddballs over. 

In Rei’s case, the Other are vampires instead of fish. Let’s look at Rei’s quote during his one moment of feeble rebellion against being reduced to the role of an unconditional giver - I have a dream too. I have my own life. Are you telling me to give those up to serve everyone else? If you’re telling me that’s a sin, if even that level of selfishness is unacceptable, then I wish I’d never been born. Isn’t everyone living for their own sake? Why am I the only exception? Is it because I’m not human, but a vampiric demon?

Let’s connect the three stories - one about a fish god, one about a vampiric demon, and one about the greatest performer for whom every trick is possible - into a singular story about a child who everyone thinks is so advanced and mature that they deny them their right to a normal childhood. About a child who will give and give to family and friends in return for hollow praise until nothing remains of their original self - until they are reduced to a creature who lives to be consumed by others. 

Which leads us to...

ii. the War

If we’ve established that the world of Enstars is a story, then a battle for prestige within that world is automatically a battle for prestige within the story. The infamous War of Yumenosaki, approached from this angle, is a battle for relevance within the story, characters battling it out for the role of the protagonist. Tsumugi describes it in Element very clearly for what it is, without any metaphors:

Convinced that they are the main character, they chose the best option for themselves. All they did was put in the effort to make their lives a little better, for the sake of their own happiness. You can’t deny something like that, and it’s not even “evil”. They simply wanted to give a happy ending to the story where they’re the protagonist - the book known as “their life.” They simply just wanted to be happy. And in the story of Yumenosaki Academy, where Eichi-kun became the main character...”

So, to win battles in the war means to elevate your own importance to the story, while to lose means... we all know what happened to Naru’s admirer. The people who died in the war did not only have their dreams broken and commit suicide - they were entirely pushed out of the narrative, not even given names. Even worse than that - they became nothing but a source of guilt for Eichi or something pushing Naru to change as a person - and that, being reduced to mere fuel for another’s character arc, is the most tragic fate for a character who aimed to be the protagonist. 

Okay, we finally got to Eichi. Eichi’s original narrative role seems to be something along the lines of “to die misunderstood.” But Eichi, despite being a person who barely understands human relationships and emotions on a human level, has very good understanding of the mechanics of his world and the nature of the characters around him. He utilizes the roles of the Unconditional Givers and fabricates a new artificial role, turning them into Oddballs, and he has all the minor characters of Yumenosaki “eat their share” of them until they are completely trampled over. Some minor characters, such as Naru’s admirer, fall, while some, like Eichi, rise. Tsumugi also had a major role in this (ough Tsumugi deserves an entirely separate post tbh but I’ll just say that his role is unlike otherss because he seems to see himself as someone “outside the story” rather than a character in it?) And through a long chain of using others and being used by Tsumugi to reach Tsumugi’s vision of the Maximum Hapiness of the Majority world, Eichi finally usurps the role of the Protagonist. As shown in Daydream:

Hey, Wataru. You might not believe me, but you were my hero (idol). So in the end, I defeated you. I had all the heroes I’ve admired crawling at my feet; overcoming my inferiority complex, I obtained my life. An ephemeral, vain dream, but my life. My story.

My body trembles, and I throw up. Unable to hold it in, I cough up a mass of blood. Ahh, Wataru’s graceful, perfect, beautiful face is dirtied with blood. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for being born.

As we see, Eichi has won. But he is not happy. In fact, he is extremely, extremely suicidal, and while rising through the ranks of the story, he sets up a death trap for himself: Hibiki Wataru.

Eichi sets Wataru up as the final opponent, the final bite to eat, his human prize - but in Element, the night before Wataru’s execution, he makes a frail confession: I don’t actually want to see you lose. Uttering those words, Eichi confesses: It is I who wants to be erased.

Between the War and EP:Link, the relationship with Wataru was meant to be Eichi’s means of committing suicide. The final betrayal from Wataru he talks about in EP:Link, the logical conclusion of their story, was supposed to mark his death. This is why Eichi goes to commit suicide in EP:Link after Wataru seemingly abandons him to join a theater troupe. All Wataru has to do is trample Eichi like he’d trampled him and his companions, and all would be well…Or would it?

Natsume: ...you are always so sharp-sighted. If Master can only dance according to a script, then all we need to do is prepare a scenario where the Five Oddballs will win against Fine. (...) I looked for the possibility of us reaching a happy ending. Don’t we, the Five Oddballs... don’t we have the right to be happy too?

Wataru: There is happiness even for villains. You simply do not understand, as you are still young... Everything you desperately prepared is a dream that cannot influence this reality. If we trample upon countless others for the sake of our own happiness... we really will become monsters.

Hibiki Wataru has a plan.

iii. poop i dont know how to title this poop

Let us go back to that first defining scene I mentioned - Eichi has built the foundations of his dream, deduced that Wataru has abandoned him, and prepares to die, and fulfill his original role. Wataru’s words here are enigmatic and interesting. For one, he says Even a one-man show can be fulfilling, so long as there is an audience there to view it. Who is the audience? The audience is “you”, the story’s reader. Even Wataru’s hollow existence as a farcical clown can be meaningful so long as someone turns his eyes to him and finds meaning in it. But how does he get you to do so? What does he do to turn your gaze, among so many characters, to him alone?

He decides to love Eichi.

This “transformative love” is also described well by Keito in crossroads. Though Keito’s love for Eichi remains one-sided and unfulfilled, I find this one of the most meaningful descriptions of love I’ve seen in a story:

Eichi, your dream and mine might not be exactly the same. (...) For it seems that you harbor a pitch-black and muddy hatred within your chest - something that not even I, who has known you for years, cannot comprehend. A darkness that cannot be purified, no matter how many times I recite the sutra. But I still want to save you. Because you have always been my one and only comrade. It’s as if we are separate halves who share the same soul. You are no stranger; you are my very best friend. And I am the son of a temple. Even an incomprehensible creature who is not loved by anyone - it is a monk’s role to hold them close, to love them, to save them. By helping you - you who are just like me - I feel like I myself can achieve salvation as well.

Unfortunately, Keito was not able to save Eichi in the way he needed to be saved. Let us go back to the ending of Daydream.

Eichi: But I could only choose a path that lead me neck-deep in a sea of blood. And that’s why, even if it’s with my enemy, I longed for warmth. Being supported by arms. Embraced. Unconsciously wanting to be spoiled, I rest my cheek against my enemy.

Alone on top of the world, Eichi realizes that his dream all along has been love. Not to become a protagonist on top of the world, but a world where everyone, even he, can become the protagonist. And Wataru tells him, This world is a dream that you are seeing, so if you die, those who live inside it - yes, even we - will disappear. 

He tells him, look at this world, and you will see that that dream has already come true.

There aren’t many memorable things about the first Main Story of Enstars, but one thing that always stuck with me is how Trickstar’s true revolution wasn’t in winning a drefes - anyone could do that, become a new Protagonist, and continue the endless cycle. Their true revolution was in, in the end, perceiving Eichi as an equal and, iirc, letting him choose if he wants to break their tie or put his health and life first. In extending empathy to him. 

After that act, Enstars as a story begins rejecting the notion of a protagonist and becomes a story that repeats the same events many times from everyone’s perspective, giving everyone’s worldview equal importance and being equally meaningful no matter who you choose as your viewpoint character. what Wataru wants to tell Eichi that despite his “crime”, despite Eichi seeing himself and his deeds as disgusting, his dream has reached people - even people outside their world, the readers looking into their world. Despite Eichi being a selfish person - which he is, in many ways - his dream of love and compassion sustains an entire narrative defined and transformed by love. 

You can take all mentions of “the story” in Enstars as purely metaphorical, but if you look at it from a meta perspective with certain characters such as Wataru and Eichi being aware of the story’s existence, then the world of Enstars is a story that’s reached its good ending the moment a reader approaches it with enough goodwill and compassion to come to think of it in such a way. The moment you realize Trickstar’s true revolution wasn’t in winning a DreFes, but in taking Eichi as their equal and empathizing with him. When you as a reader do the same - extend enough empathy to understand everything about Eichi: his desire to win, his desire to die, his selfishness, his selflessness - the storyworld of Enstars unravels before you and rewards you with a good story.

And it doesn’t stop at Eichi. Enstars repeats the same thing again with Eden and then Crazy:B - introducing a character as initially antagonistic, but also revealing their past and their worldview to the reader in a caring way, urging you to want to understand them and empathize with them. This is the only way to “win at Enstars”.

iv. the answer

I believe that the following quote is the most defining sentence in all of Enstars:

Wataru: We are human beings, and so we change, and we grow to love and admire people and such. That is precisely what the answer is - love is precisely what the answer is. I love you, and that is why I’ll continue to be with you from now on.

Eichi is a person with a limited capacity for empathy. As we see in Checkmate, he sympathizes with people by projecting on them, and thinks everyone thinks the same way he does. And one of Eichi’s biggest errors is thinking that human relationships are purely transactional. This is why after Daydream, which can be taken as Eichi “confessing to his crime,” he always believed he would be betrayed in turn by Wataru, and accepted it.

And if it were the same old story, he would receive his punishment willingly, and the cycle would repeat. But Eichi is not the only one who changed the story of Enstars. Wataru - who is, if you remember, aware of the existence of the story, rather than punishing Eichi, chooses to love him and accompany him through the hardships of life. Why?

Wataru’s narrative role is that of an unconditional giver who receives no recognition or satisfaction in return, doomed to only skillfully copy for an eternity, never having anything of his own. And rather than fighting in the War to elevate his role, Wataru employs a different strategy to give his own existence a purpose. He subverts that role - he realizes that the only way he can make an impact on the narrative is through changing Eichi, consciously devoting his role in the story to Eichi so that Eichi can experience unconditional love for the first time, and so the narrative can be transformed. Yes, it was Eichi’s dream of love that changed the world of Enstars, but it’s through Wataru’s loving influence that that dream could be realized. And Wataru isn’t doing it only out of love for Eichi, but also as a rebellion against his own predetermined role by becoming an active giver rather than a passive one.

 Eichi: ...A mask? Isn’t that a precious item of yours, part of your collection?

Wataru: Indeed. This is me, and I offer this to you.

Wataru doesn’t devote himself to Eichi because it’s something Eichi wants or deserves - he does so because devoting his role in the story to another is an ultimate act of love in a world that is itself a story. It’s the only way to meaningfully change anything. By choosing to love Eichi, the person who “ desperately tethered him to this world”, Wataru is giving you, the reader, a push towards his own ideals. He wants you, the reader, to see a better story than the existing one.

And love, in all forms, is at the center of the whole story-world of Enstars. This story of Eichi and Wataru, of a person being senselessly, completely loved and accepted for the first time, lives in every other character’s story. In Leo finally being wanted for more than just his songs, in Kuro being able to sew with his hands that once only knew how to hurt others. Wataru, that person who is doomed to copy others, found a way to make himself the blueprint for all love in Enstars, and its world is defined by that love. And that is his rebellion. That is his strategy.

Rather than squabbling with others for the role of the protagonist, he reaches outside the story, directly to the reader and grabs you - look at me. I am everywhere. Wataru won the war.

SUMMARY:

Only through extending empathy to Eichi could the story of Enstars be changed on an in-universe level, and only through extending empathy to Eichi can a reader outside the story come to realize its full potential and meaning! Loving Eichi is the key, and Wataru showed you how to do it!

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

No Business Like Show Business | Part Two

Series Summary: you work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1843

Warnings: none

A/N: sorry this took so long! Hopefully the next part will be easier to write now that I’m back to working at the theatre and feel inspired again. Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part One | Masterlist

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James McAvoy.

James Freaking McAvoy is our leading male!

Am I living in some sort of dream right now? Is this real life?

Okay I need to get a grip, be professional. This is my job. I have to be cool.

He’s just a guy.

A normal guy who just happens to be extremely good looking and very famous…

God help me.

— — — —

As the train approaches the station you put your phone in your pocket and stand up, picking up your backpack off the floor. The train comes to a stop and you step off onto the platform with the rest of the morning rush hour crowd.

“Morning Andrew!” you say cheerfully as you hold up your ID badge to the security guy who smiles back at you.

You head straight to the props room and dump your bag on the desk, pulling out your folder. You turn to the props page and start looking down the list, making notes of which items you know you already have and which items you're going to have to make.

You grab the basket and walk up and down the aisles, selecting and carefully placing props into it. After half an hour the basket is already full. You look at your watch and realise the rehearsal is about to start. You quickly grab your bag off the desk, slinging it over your shoulder and run out the room carrying the overfilled basket.

You reach the rehearsal room and as you're about to open the door it flies open, banging into you and sending the basket of props crashing down.

“Oh shit, sorry!” a Scottish voice says but you ignore him, kneeling down and beginning to pick stuff up. “A bit too eager to get my morning coffee” he laughs awkwardly.

“Really James, you’ve been here one day and you’ve already got women kneeling at your feet!” Another voice says with a laugh. You look up and realise Alan the director and James are both stood watching you. You feel your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.

“What can I say, I just have this effect on people” James winks at you and Alan laughs again before walking into the rehearsal room. “Here let me help you with that” James kneels down next to you and picks up a ventriloquist doll that is dressed like a court jester. He looks at it with surprise “Well this is.. terrifying! Why do I get the feeling this doll comes alive at night?”

“You think that’s scary you should see the rest of the props room. There’s some really weird things in there.” You laugh and James smiles.

“I bet it’s an amazing place to explore though.”

“It is pretty amazing.” You say with a smile as you put the last item back in the basket.

“I’d love to see it if you wouldn’t mind showing me around?” He asks as you both stand up. Your mouth drops open slightly, suddenly lost for words. “You don't have to, obviously, if you can’t or just don't want to. I realise it’s probably a bit of a strange thing to ask-”

“No it’s fine. I’d be honoured to give you the tour.” You reply and he grins.

“You free in the break between rehearsals?”

“Yeah sure”

“Brilliant. Cant wait!” He places a hand on your arm “Thanks Y/N” he lingers for a moment, his hand still resting on your arm as he smiles at you. You feel yourself getting lost in his bright blue eyes.

“James?” A shrill voice calls, causing you both to turn and look as James’ hand slips from your arm. The leading lady, Anastasia, is standing at the rehearsal room door staring at James. “There you are! Alan wants to start the rehearsal in 5 minutes.”

“Okay, let me just grab some coffee.”

“Mine’s oat milk and no sugar. Thank you babe.” She blows a kiss before disappearing back through the door.

“Duty calls” James says to you, rolling his eyes with a smirk as he heads off toward the kitchen.

You stand there for a moment taking in what just happened as you watch him walk away, then you notice Vera walking towards you.

“I can hear the bells…” she sings with a big grin on her face. You shake your head and laugh as you both walk into the rehearsal room together.

— — — —

“I like the colour of this one, but the shape and size of this one is more like what I had in mind.” Alan explains as he rifles through the basket of props, examining each item and giving you notes which you write down in your folder.

“I can make one like that but in the other colour if that’s what you want?” You reply and the director smiles.

“Perfect! Now about this puppet…”

You find yourself tuning out when you look over and see James walking back into the room carrying two cups of coffee. You notice the way his whole face lights up when he smiles, and that he smiles at everyone. You also notice the way Anastasia looks at him and touches him constantly, like she’s claiming him. You cant stop the small look of disgust creeping onto your face when she reaches up and fluffs his hair.

“Y/N?”

The directors voice suddenly pulls you back to your conversation.

“Sorry, what?” You turn your attention back to him.

“I was saying that it would be great if you could add some bells to the puppet’s hat?”

“Yes, sure of course. I can definitely do that for you. No problem.”

“You're a star!” He says before walking off to join the cast on the other side of the room.

You move over to the chairs at the side of the room and take a seat next to Vera.

“So…” she says expectantly.

“So?” You repeat cluelessly as you take out your notebook and pen.

“What happened with James?”

“Nothing happened! We were just talking about props.” You reply casually as you doodle on the edge of your notebook “He wants me to give him a tour”

“AHA! I knew it!” Vera exclaims loudly, causing everyone to look over to the two of you.

“Shhhh” you hush her, looking around apologetically before turning back to her “Knew what?”

“He likes you.”

“Don't be ridiculous”

“I’m just saying, he’s never once asked for a tour of the costume department, or any other department for that matter. Although I bet he would if you were the head of it…”

“He just likes props okay! Nothing to do with me.” You glance over and watch Anastasia laugh at something he just said. “Besides, I’m pretty sure there’s something going on with them two anyway.”

“Ha, she wishes! Trust me Y/N, the way he was looking at you and the way he’s looking at her are two very different things.”

You're about to argue back again but Alan calls for attention and the rehearsal begins.

— — — —

At the end of rehearsal you pack away your notebook and script as you listen to Vera describe to you what she’s planning to make for costume. You're suddenly aware of someone else stood next to you.

“Sorry to interrupt” James says looking between you and Vera.

“Not at all. Are you here to steal my Y/N away?” Vera asks with a cheeky smile.

“If that’s alright with you?” James replies.

“Only if you promise come over to the costume department before this afternoon’s rehearsal? I have some things for you to try on.”

“Of course”

“Then I’ll see you later” Vera says as she hook her bag onto her shoulder.

“I look forward to it” James smiles as Vera walks away, then turns to you “you ready?”

“I just need to put the rehearsal props away and then we can go”

“I’ll give you a hand”

The two of you go around the room, gathering various props and putting them in your basket. Once everything is collected you start towards the door. Suddenly someone steps in front of you both, blocking your path.

“Where are you going?” Anastasia asks, looking only at James.

“I’m just helping Y/N”

“Who?”

“Y/N” James repeats, gesturing to you stood beside him. You raise your hand awkwardly in a sort of wave.

“Oh, the props girl. I didn’t see you there.” She flashes a fake smile before turning her attention back to James “Lets go to Pret for lunch”

“I can’t, I’m busy”

“Busy? With what?”

“I’m meeting my agent”

“Oh. Well your loss. See you later” she blows him a kiss before glancing at you “bye props girl”

She flicks her hair as she turns and leaves.

“I’m so sorry about her” James says quietly as you walk to the door and he holds it open  for you.

“Don’t be. She’s not the first diva I’ve had to work with, and she certainly won’t the last.” You say with a small laugh as you both head down the corridor towards the lift. “Although I’ve never had anyone call me ‘props girl’ before.”

“It suits you. You should consider making that your name permanently.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it” you joke, as you both get in the lift and head down to the basement. The doors open and you lead James through another corridor until you reach a set of steps that take you down to the door to the props room “Here we are”

“Who did you offend to get stuck down in basement?” James jokes.

“It’s not so bad. No one else comes down here cause they think it’s creepy but I find it peaceful. It’s nice having a place to work away from the noise of everyone upstairs.” You reply, entering the security code and pushing open the door. You flick the lights on and turn to James, watching his face light up as he takes in the sight of the rows and rows of prop covered shelves. “Welcome to the props department”

— — — —

“Okay, how about a…” he pauses while he thinks, a mischievous smile on his face “a rainbow coloured fish?”

“A rainbow coloured fish? That’s what you're going with?” You ask, laughing as you start walking down one aisle, scanning the shelves.

“Yes, a rainbow coloured fish. It’s so specific, you can’t possibly find a rain-”

“Here you go, one rainbow coloured fish.” You interrupt and hand it to him. He stands in amazement, gazing at the object in his hand. “I told you this place is amazing.”

“It sure is” he says as he watches you return the prop to its place on the shelf. As you turn back you see the way he is looking at you with a mix of wonder and admiration in his eyes. It catches you off guard slightly. After a few seconds you realise you've been staring into each others eyes and suddenly feeling awkward you cough slightly, thinking of something to change the subject.

“Uh, anyway I should probably stop distracting you now and let you get off to your meeting.”

“What meeting?” James looks confused.

“With your agent”

“Oh, yeah there’s no meeting.” He looks sheepishly “I may have told a teeny weeny lie to get Ana to leave me alone. She’s just so full on all the time and it gets a bit much, you know?”

“I understand” you nod and smile sympathetically.

“I try and find a quiet place so I can sit and learn my lines but she always seems to finds me wherever I go.”

“Well, we’re not technically supposed to but if you ever need somewhere to go you're welcome to use this room. It’s only ever me down here so its always quiet.”

“You sure?” He asks and you nod “I might just take you up on that offer.”

Part Three

A/N: if you want to see a video of the props room at the theatre I work in and the inspo for ‘rainbow coloured fish’ watch my tiktok video here

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