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flowerypeaches · 3 years ago

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Mothership

“What is that?”

Hero stopped their approach, a positively bored expression on their face. “What are you doing?”

Their nemesis, who was currently pointing behind Hero with an incredibly overexaggerated look of surprise, rolled their eyes, “Uh, giving you your cue?”

“My cue?”

Villain sighed loudly, dropping the egregious pose. “You're supposed to turn your head, in a suitably dramatic fashion of course, search for what I was pointing at, only for it to be revealed a ruse, granting me the opportunity to strike you unawares so I may gain the upper hand in our skirmish.”

“Mhm, and why would I fall for something so stupid?”

“Because you are stupid?”

“...”

“Ow, okay, okay!” Villain held a hand to their nose, grimacing as it came back bloody from Hero’s rather crude punch. “See, this is what I was trying to avoid. No story, no drama, no excitement. What if I let you get a few good hits in afterwards?”

Hero replied by kicking Villain’s feet out from under them, knocking them onto the cold and cracked pavement. “Looks like I’m already getting a few good hits in.” They leaned over Villain, arms crossed. “Now, are we going to actually fight, or are you going to keep trying to direct your own personal soap opera?”

Hero waited for Villain’s patented snarky response, specifically about how soap operas are a valid form of art and Hero would be wise not to disrespect it, yadda yadda, but none came. In fact, Villain wasn’t even looking at them.

“Uh, Villain? You still with me?”

Villain’s voice was barely above a whisper, “What is that?”

“Seriously? It hasn’t even been a minute and you’re really using the sa-”

“I’m not screwing with you, Hero, there’s something in the sky!”

Hero had to admit, Villain’s acting had gotten much better in the last thirty seconds, but no matter how real it looked, they weren’t going to fall for it. Villain might be messing around now, but Hero couldn’t forget that they were a criminal, and a dangerous one at that.

They reached down, pulling Villain, who was still staring into the sky, up by their collar. “Look, I get that you never got the lead role in the school play or whatever, and want to make the world burn because of it, but could you, just this once, take our fight seriously?”

“I think it's getting closer.”

Hero ignored them, “I’m tired of the other heroes telling me I have it easy because my nemesis would rather focus on projecting their monologue to all of the hostages than actually rob the bank they broke into to begin with.” Sure, Hero was thankful Villain’s obsession with the dramatic kept them from causing too much destruction, but they had their own reputation to uphold, and constant stalemates with the theatre school reject did not help! “Let me tell you what. If you go down to the station without a fuss, then maybe I can get you into one of the nicer cell blocks. You know, the ones with the view of the hills. Does that sound good? Villain? Are you even lis-”

Blinding light filled Hero’s eyes and ears, cutting off every train of thought and any plan of action they might have had before then. They looked up, and despite the harsh light making their eyes water, they could make out the vague shape of a disc floating directly above them.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Told you.”

Hero looked back down to their nemesis, who looked much too smug for the situation at hand, and sneered, “Maybe if you didn’t insist on playing drama club, I might have actually taken you seriously.”

Villain had the courtesy to drop their grin, squinting up at the… “Is it getting brighter?”

It was, and that meant it was too late for Hero to prevent what was about to happen. Familiar cold heat ran through their veins as their limbs locked in place.

A safety precaution.

Definitely not to prevent anyone caught in the beam from escaping.

“Hero? I-I can’t move.” Villain said.

Villain.

They shouldn’t be here.

Hero’s eyes widened, realizing just how screwed they were. They tried to relax their hands, to let go of Villain, to shove them out of the beam, anything, but only managed to twitch their muscles, as if they were encased in a steel mold.

Villain seemed to be doing the same thing, though the trembling may have just been the fear. Any other time, Hero would have loved to see Villain’s mask slip. To force them to acknowledge that, yes, Hero was a real threat to their criminal livelihood. Instead, Villain acted as if Hero was a fellow actor, asking for Hero’s thoughts on new scenes they came up with, or excitedly talking about whatever had happened in their soap that day, a neon flashing sign that indicated they were in desperate need of friends. Did… did that mean Villain thought they were friends?

Not the time.

Hero gave up on their efforts, and let the looming dread wash over them. This wasn’t acceptance, no, they were just giving themself a moment to rest before they faced what was up in the ship. Oh, they weren’t ready.

Two enemies, encircled and entrapped in an ever growing light, locked eyes.

“We’re so f-”

And as quick as it had appeared, the burning light and mysterious ship attached to it, along with Hero and Villain, vanished into the night.

.·°·.·°·.·°·.

Light surrounded Villain. The ambient noise of the city was replaced by a low, droning hum. Any sense of direction was lost as gravity no longer affected them. They were weightless, and, even in this world of superpowers, nothing made sense. Where did the city go? Why couldn’t they move? How were they floating? The light was all-consuming, and Villain would have thought themself lost in it if not for the deathgrip Hero still had around their collar.

Slowly, the light faded, and Villain felt their own weight return to them. Their legs wobbled, and in an instant, whatever force that held them in place disappeared. They would have fallen if not for Hero, who still held them in their grasp.

“What just happened?” Villain said, though not really expecting an explanation.

Looking around, they could see they were now in a circular, silver chamber. Dials and switches and lights and symbols dotted the walls, communicating something or other, and the floor was, what was that, carpet? Villain shuddered. Honestly, it looked a lot like a cheap sci-fi set for a tv show that should have been cancelled three seasons ago than a futuristic aircraft capable of teleporting human beings.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Villain jumped at Hero’s voice, and stumbled as their anchor let them go to run over to a wall.

Not a wall. A window.

Villain blinked.

A window that showed… Earth? No, that couldn’t be right. If they were looking at the earth, that could only mean...

“Shit, we’re already in orbit.” Hero said.

Villain blinked.

They were in space. Space. That was impossible, right? They couldn’t actually be in space. But here they were, staring at the little blue marble with their very own eyes. Was the room spinning? Or was it the spaceship?

Villain ran their hands through their hair.

They were in a spaceship. A spaceship. That was impossible, right? They couldn’t actually be in a spaceship. But here they were, having been abducted by the UFO just seconds ago. By what? Aliens?

Aliens.

Villain forced their gaze away to keep themself from spiraling, instead focusing on Hero, who has since moved on from the window to the numerous switches and lights, tapping the wall and looking at the symbols that popped up. Villain didn’t understand what Hero was trying to do, it wasn’t like they could understand what any of it meant.

Three deep breaths, and Villain made the best plan ever made in 24 seconds. They stepped up next to their nemesis.

“Hero?”

Hero’s hand was covering their mouth, muttering something to themself, and clearly not paying attention. Nevertheless, Villain continued, “Now, as much as I hate to say it, I think we may have to work together to get back on Earth.” Truth be told, in any other circumstance, Villain would have been ecstatic to work with their nemesis. Whether to defeat a worse villain or take down some other hero that had become corrupt, they would have welcomed the opportunity wholeheartedly.

Why? Well, Villain would argue that it was more interesting, that their relationship, and subsequent fights, would have more dramatic tension. Definitely not because of any other tension that may arise from spending time together.

Villain puffed out their chest, “Lucky for you, I have decided to put aside our differences, and your lack of charisma, to take the initiative and save us both from peril. Yes, this does go against my better judgement, and yes, it may possibly be my most difficult role to date, but if it means I get to go back home in time to watch my soaps, then it’ll be worth it.”

Hero finally turned towards them, “Do you ever shut up?”

“Only for dramatic effect.” Villain said with an award-winning smile, earning an eye roll and a huff of annoyance. “So… what do you think we should do?”

“I thought you said you’d take the initiative?”

“Yes, the initiative in proposing we work together.”

“...”

Villain held up their hands, “Hey, hey, before you go punching willy nilly, why don’t you tell me what you were doing over here? Get anything useful from the flashing green triangle you were poking at?” They would have teased more, but Hero’s lack of response made them move on. “What are you thinking?”

Hero’s eyes flickered to the wall and back to Villain. “You need to leave.”

Villain blinked.

“Well, obviously we need to escape. We were abducted!”

Hero shook their head, “No, you need to leave. I’ll stay, and deal with-”

“What? And how are you going to figure out how anything works, huh? Even if you do, why wouldn’t you just come back with me?”

“It’s not that simple, I can’t re-”

A low, loud beep interrupted the enemies, and Villain turned their head in time for a wall opposite the window to open up and let someone through. Someone distinctly… humanlike.

The person, an older woman by the looks of it, smiled brightly and opened their arms. “ .·°¯°·.·° .·°° ?”

That was distinctly not humanlike. It was like hearing someone speak through water, and an undercurrent of static scratched the inside of Villain’s ears.

The woman—were they even a person?—walked closer, and Hero quickly stepped in front of Villain, shielding them.

She paid no mind, however, and spoke again, “ .·°¯°·.·° .·°° ,” looking expectantly at Hero, who, after a moment of hesitation, stepped forward. Her smile widened, and Villain was hit with a sense of deja vu. She pulled Hero close, and, were they hugging? Why was Hero letting her? What was happening?

The woman whispered something to Hero, but it wasn’t like Villain could understand even if they tried. Hero turned back to Villain, giving them an apologetic smile before, “ ° .·°° ° .¯ .”

Villain’s jaw dropped.

Hero was replying to the woman. Which meant they understood her. Which meant they knew whatever language was being spoken. Which meant… which meant… Why were they abducted in the first place?

The danger presented itself fully to Villain.

They had been taken off the face of the earth by their mortal enemy, or someone who was well acquainted with them, at the very least, and had no possibility of escape. Villain considered themself clever, but trying to figure out how alien—alien!—technology worked was beyond them. They had to rely wholly on Hero, who, although Villain was loath to admit it, hated their guts. Hero could be plotting in front of Villain right now and they would be none the wiser.

Hero wouldn’t do that. Villain tried to reassure themself, because Hero wouldn’t send them off with some unknown alien being. They’d want to arrest Villain proper, right? Arrest and put them in some high security cell they’d break out of a month later. It was their thing. Villain didn’t want their thing to end.

Huh.

Villain shook their head, they’d have to examine and repress that particular line of thought later, because the woman was suddenly standing in front of them, startling Villain out of their thoughts. She reached out, clutching Villain's jaw with cold fingers, turning them this way and that. As if they were being studied. Was Villain wrong? Was Hero really getting rid of them?

“ ¯ .·°°·°¯ .” She said. Villain’s ears itched worse now that the woman was closer.

Maybe Hero thought they were doing Villain a favour, sending them off on an adventure, letting them create their own melodramatic space opera. Or maybe this was punishment for all the dated Space Trek references. Both were a possibility.

Familiar hands pulled Villain away from the woman and into Hero’s chest. They were not blushing.

“ .·° .¯°·°° !” Hero’s voice was raised, clearly upset at whatever the woman had said.

She, however, was unaffected by Hero’s outburst, gesturing between the two enemies with raised eyebrows, “ °·.°·.°¯°·. .”

Hero shook their head, and Villain felt Hero’s grip tighten ever so slightly, “ °·.°¯ .·°°·.°°¯ .”

A strange noise came from the woman, sounding almost like… bubbles? It was clearer than the other times she spoke, and it was the way she moved that made Villain realize it was a laugh. She was laughing at Villain. Or Hero. Both?

Hero’s hands were shaking, and Villain couldn’t tell if it was with anger or fear.

“ ·° .·° .” Hero was curt with her, and Villain recognized the tone from when they threatened to blow up City Hall. The tone that preceded their fights.

The woman seemed to recognize the tone as well, as she backed off a little, holding her hands up in a placating way. She gave Villain a small wave before nodding at Hero, “ ·.°.°¯°°¯° .· .·° .” and left, the wall closing up behind her.

The pair stood in silence.

Hero let go of Villain, letting them step away. Except, they didn’t. In fact, they did nothing of the sort. Villain spun on their heels and stepped forward, “What on ear–ugh, what just happened?”

“There, um, might be a slight problem.”

“Slight problem? You call this”—Villain gestured wildly around them, narrowly avoiding hitting Hero in the face—”a slight problem?”

Hero leaned away from Villain, avoiding their eyes.

“Care to explain? Anything? At all?”

“Where do I start?”

Villain’s theatrics, for once, wasn’t uncalled for. “Oh, I don’t know, how about the fact that we were abducted? That we are in space? Or, or!” Villain backed off, giving themself room to pace around the circular room and project their panic to an audience of one, “That there is an alien speaking to you, Hero, in an alien language, because no human could actually sound like that, acting like she knows you, and you, you reply to her? As if you know her too?”

“Yeah, that would be my… mother.”

“Your mother.”

Hero nodded.

“Your mother who lives in a spaceship. Who speaks an alien language.”

“Who is an alien.”

“Who is an alien.” It took a good second for the words to sink in. “Your mother is an alien?! Like, an alien from an alien planet?”

Hero nodded again.

Villain felt their brain short-circuit. “Does that mean…”

“That I’m an alien from an alien planet? Yes.”

Villain felt lightheaded. This was okay. This was manageable. This world-shattering, insane truth of the universe was perfectly manageable, and they were not going to spiral, not for one second. Deep breaths. One… two… three… Villain stopped pacing, facing Hero with the calmest expression the latter had ever seen on the former. “Okay, so now that you’ve had your nice little family reunion, we can go back, right?”

Hero’s face was a cross between a smile and a wince.

Villain’s expression twitched, but held firm, “And why not?”

“Well, my mother-”

“The alien.”

Hero tried not to get annoyed, but damn, did Villain make it hard. “Yes, my mother the alien. She, erm,” They groaned, covering their face with their hands, “She may have made a fundamental mistake about the nature of our relationship.”

“And what mistake would that be?” Villain grit their teeth.

“She may, perhaps, think that, we’re… dating.”

“Louder, Hero. Speak so everyone in the audience can hear you.”

“She thinks we’re dating!”

Villain blinked, completing the rule of thirds and simultaneously breaking their composure. So much for not spiraling. “Dating?” Their voice squeaked.

“Dating,” Hero nodded, “And-”

“There’s more?!” Villain turned away, back to pacing and practically pulling their hair out from the absurdity.

“And, the reason we can’t leave yet is because she invited us to dinner.”

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no no no.

“What’s wrong? I thought you loved drama.” Hero said, failing to lighten the mood. “Aren’t family confrontations and misunderstandings the bread and butter of soap operas?”

“My love of drama left me when we left the atmosphere.” Villain glared at Hero with enough ferocity to start a fire.

Villain walked up to the walls, flicking the switches and turning the dials, to see if, miraculously, they could make the ship go back to the city. The lights blinked mockingly in response.

“Uh, Villain?��

“There doesn’t happen to be an escape pod on this ship, does there?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“We’re really going to have to do this, aren’t we?” Villain said, turning to face their nemesis.

“Unfortunately yes.”

Two enemies, both flushed head to toe from frustration and embarrassment, locked eyes.

And Villain, lover of monologues and soliloquies, came up with the most profound, most thought-provoking line they could think of.

“We’re so fucked.”

Hero was inclined to agree.

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heaux-burrow · 3 years ago

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seven stars

I dreamed you, I wished for your existence...If I love you, it must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage. - anais nin

fandom: paper year (that's a lie this is really just for the Hamish Linklater girlies) pairing: noah bearinger x 2nd person OFC (kitsa hazani) summary: when noah bearinger's latest play script gets picked up by a new york theatre company, he moves back to manhattan to co-direct. the moment you walk into auditions, he knows he wants you for the lead. warnings: age difference (older m/younger f 21+), director/leading actress, extramarital affair, choking mention a/n: if you haven't read the greek myth of ariadne this is going to get confusing so please do that first :) also yes I'm picturing Rahul Kohli for Ravi. You're welcome.

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New York City, Manhattan

You stand in the hallway outside of the theatre auditorium, pacing lazily as you recite the words to yourself. His words.

It’s a painfully stunning script. And you want this, bad.

Not just some random role in the ensemble. No, you want Ariadne. Something in you just vibrates when you read her lines. Like you know this part was written for you. Like you were put on this earth in this place and this time to bring these words to life. And you’re known as one of the best actresses in the Manhattan theatre community. Hell, you just finished five months on Broadway as Persephone in Hadestown. You’re not just talented, you’re adaptable, friendly, easy to work with, you always try to bring a positive energy to rehearsals. People really like you. But still, your insides are a ruckus of angry butterfly wings.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the pockets of light and shadow in the theatre when you stand on the empty stage. Across the room, his big brown eyes meet yours and something just clicks. The whole world seems to melt away and suddenly, it’s like the Lower East Side belongs to just the two of you.

You’re fairly certain that’s him. Noah Bearinger. The script’s author and now a co-director on the piece. For all intents and purposes, he is omnipotent in this moment. As god-like in this room as any of the producers. Perhaps more so. After all, it’s his vision they’re here to cast. If he doesn’t like the look of you for this role, you’re gone - no matter how well you read.

Thankfully, he does like the look of you. Very much so. You can feel that from across the room, like Jupiter pulling you helplessly into its orbit.

It’s second nature for an actress to want to read poetic monologues with a Shakespearan sort of cadence. And it can be hard to fight the instinct after so many years of classical training. But you know he’ll have heard it spun that way a hundred times today. Instead, you do your best at something between stream-of-consciousness and panic attack style muttering. Like you’re reading Reservation Blues, gift wrapped as a Greek tragedy.

You pace across the stage, like Ariadne pacing across the beach of Naxos after she’s been abandoned. Then sit and study the stage lights as if they’re constellations. All while lamenting and cursing Theseus’ name. Your father’s name. The minotaur. Your grandfathers, Zeus and Helios. You open yourself to her anger and let it course through you like a glacier melting in spring. Her shame at trusting her fate in the hands of a man becomes your own. Her desperation and fear, now sitting alone on the island shores, feels so real that your hands shake as they drag through your hair.

It’s the first audition all day that gets a standing ovation from the entire production team. As you stand to take a bow, you’re grinning so hard your smile could rival the marquee lights on opening night. Across the room, your eyes meet his again...and you just know you’ve met your Dionysus.

///

The full cast is announced a few days later and you’re thankful you know most of them. Ravi Khan will be playing your Dionysus on stage and you’re excited, because you just saw him slay Macbeth and heard he brought the house down every night for seven months straight. You know you’re in very good hands there.

The financiers (a couple from Connecticut who finish each others sentences and talk with the charming sort of cadence only rich, white northeastern gay men can) throw a party at their Soho loft after casting is officially announced. They want everyone to get together for a little ice breaking. A little team building. At least, that’s the spin. You’re fairly certain they want to meet the names that will be on their marquee.

The loft takes up three levels and comes with a rooftop garden. It’s their fourth residence in the continental US but you’ve heard they have another in Europe. You wonder if this party wasn’t also a snobbish little reminder. We’re the guys writing your paychecks and you’re just our pretty little marionettes. So don’t fuck up.

It might intimidate you more if your eyes weren’t drifting to Noah’s all night. You make a point not to talk to him, unsure what the fuck you’re supposed to make conversation about when just looking at him too closely aches. Like you’ve caught a flu you can’t quite shake.

Finally, after dinner, you excuse yourself to go up on the rooftop and smoke. That’s what you tell everyone anyway. But you’ve never smoked cigarettes a day in your life. You just need a few deep breaths of cold air before your skin burns off from the heat of Noah’s piercing gaze. You stand by the cement ledge and tip your head back in vain, looking for stars you know you won’t be able to see.

“It’s worse in LA…all the smog.” His voice calls out to you on the wind and you turn to watch him walking in your direction. As he gets closer, he eyes you playfully. “I thought you were smoking.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Well, I am. I came up here to bum a cigarette off you. And now I just look like...”

Like the older director chasing his pretty leading actress out of the party? Hmm. Couldn’t be.

You know better than to give the words a voice. You want this job so fucking bad. Almost as bad as you want him.

Gripping the cement barrier, you lean back a bit, stretching your arms. A quiet that’s thick with tension lingers between the two of you for a long string of moments.

“Your wife…?”

“Sally.”

Nodding as if you knew this and just forgot, you continue on. Who the fuck names their daughter Sally anymore? Had her parents thought it was ironically quaint? Jesus Christ…

“Right, Sally…she didn’t come?”

“Ehh, she’s grading papers. She’s a professor for UCLA but she’s doing virtual classes for them this semester and… it’s a lot.”

“English Lit?”

“Business Admin. But good guess.”

“She sounds fun.”

Your drawling sarcasm earns you a chuckle and he nods a bit.

“Uhh, she can be. Y’know, layers. Just like anyone else.”

“Well, with a name like Sally I bet the layers are just…you know. Move over onions.”

“Are you planning to be this much of a brat the entire production or did you save this energy up special just for tonight?” Turning to rest his back against the cement barrier, Noah’s smirk betrays his overbite and you can’t help the way your eyes fall there. He’s got such a pretty mouth. Like a kitten.

“Ohh no, yeah. This is just for you.” Your eyes, full of city night lights, sparkle up at him and you laugh under your breath.

His hands are cold from the night air up here and your breath hitches softly when he reaches to brush your hair back off your shoulder. He tucks it behind your ear, thumb tracing the shell of cartilage there as his eyes lose altitude. First to your mouth. Then your throat. Then the fair bit of cleavage this dress is showing off.

“How do you feel about the script? Be honest with me.” His voice is lower now. Breathier. Swallowing, you feel your features sober up a bit and you reach up to gently grip his arm.

“I’ve read it through like three times…it’s… like Mary Oliver and Anais Nin had a baby. In size eleven font.”

“That’s very high praise… thank you.” A moment of doubt flashes across his features and a wrinkle creases the space between his big brown eyes. “Wait, is it praise? I love both of those women and I just assumed…”

“Ohh, I am restless.” You sigh deeply, head tipping back as your eyes close. As an actress you don’t know how to recite poetry without performing it. Especially not Anais. “Things are calling me away...my hair is being pulled by the stars again.”

With a smirk you find his eyes again, knowing that must’ve answered his question well enough. In the back of your mind, you wonder faintly if his cool Business professor wife can do that. Watching you with eyes as hungry as an alcoholic holding a bottle of gin, you feel the pad of his thumb trace your lower lip.

“As June walked toward me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth.” His eyes flash to yours again and slowly, Noah leans over enough to rest his nose against your forehead. His words, one of your favorite Anais diary entries, are a breath across your skin. Murmured with such astounding sincerity, you’d swear they were his own spontaneous thoughts if you did not know any better. “A startling face, burning dark eyes. A face so alive I felt it would consume itself before my eyes. Years ago I tried to imagine true beauty. I...created in my mind an image of just such a woman...I had never seen her until last night. Yet I knew long ago the phosphorescent color of her skin, her huntress profile. She was color and brilliance and...strangeness…”

Leaning up on your toes, you catch his mouth in a deep kiss. And though his mouth is as cold as your own, you slide your hands under his coat and you both warm quickly against each other. You still can’t see the stars over New York City, but as he kisses you, you swear you can feel them.

///

You reach blindly across the bed until the smooth protective case that covers your phone is in your grasp. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes, you roll away from him. Checking missed texts and emails. Checking Twitter notifications. Instagram likes.

His kisses are warm trailing up your spine. Across your shoulder. Under the covers his bare arm sneaks around your middle. Flattens against your torso. The delicious heat of one large hand sinks into your skin and, as he gently pulls you back against his chest, you can’t help noting that from pinky to thumb, his hand easily traverses the width of your ribcage.

“Come back…” Long fingers brushing down your arm, he gently nudges the phone out of your grip. Normally this would irritate you. Last night shouldn’t have happened at all. He should be on his way home to his wife, riddled with guilt and trying to come up with a decent excuse.

But you feel as if there’s secrets hidden between your pages and his. Pressed there like flowers. Not just the sex. Like you both know some great cosmic joke no one else is clued in on. You’ve felt it since the audition. Since his brown eyes met yours across the theater.

Sliding your phone onto the bedside table, you roll over and bury yourself in the heat of his chest again. Arms curling around you almost protectively, he holds you snugly in place. Like you belong right here and nowhere else. His fingers brush up your spine and get lost in your soft hair.

“You make me want to rewrite this whole script…” His chuckle is low, and you can feel it deep in his chest. To anyone else, this might almost sound offensive. But from a playwright to his leading actress, it’s… almost as sacred as a prayer. “Or just write a whole new one, I dunno. Every time I’m around you my inspiration is just running wild.”

Pulling back, you can feel the lopsided smile on your face. Skimming your fingertips up over the soft skin of his upper arm. His skin is freckled, tan from spending the last decade or so in LA.

“You should write then… I don’t want you to lose it. You should chase that rabbit.”

He watches you carefully, clearly having expected a different response.

“You wouldn’t be upset? Cause… I’ll warn you, if I get started, it’s like getting sucked into another dimension. I may not come out again for eight or ten hours…or a few days even.”

Shrugging, you push yourself up and slide out of bed. You’ve always been fairly independent and you’re too creative not to empathize.

“I’m good.” Sliding on a pair of yoga pants, you dig around in your drawer for a sports bra. “I gotta get to the gym anyway. And I wanna work on my lines.”

“If I ran home to grab my laptop and then came back…”

“Yeah yeah, go for it.” Now suitably dressed, you lean over to steal a soft, smiley kiss. Nuzzle at his nose. You wonder if he knows just how sexy he looks right now, laying in your sheets with his big sleepy eyes and those salt-and-pepper curls all ruffled. You savor the knowledge that it’s your fault he looks a little bit of a mess right now.

“And then you’ll come back…” He muses happily, clearly looking forward to this part of the day. Tugging you down so you’re half resting over him, he leans back into the pillows. Lets his fingertips trace like wisps of smoke across your bare shoulder blades.

“It’s my apartment, I have to come back.” You tease him, smirking softly as if coming back to him is only coincidental to living here. As if you won’t be daydreaming about him writing in your apartment all day.

“And I’ll be here waiting. Impatiently.”

“Sally won’t miss you?” You like having him here. A lot, if you’re honest. And you don’t mind playing house for a couple of days. Coming home to him. Sharing bottles of white wine. Cuddling like foxes in winter. But you don’t particularly want to trade all that for a girlfight with a 40-something year old tenured college professor. Especially not one that can write spreadsheets.

“She’s visiting her parents in Maine. I’m free ‘til Sunday night…” His words are murmured over your jawline as he trails petal soft kisses there. Dragging a hand down your spine, Noah’s hand fits against the curve of your ass, swatting gently then squeezing. “Let me stay here with you, hmm? Please…”

“Hmm… I might not let you leave again.”

“I might not want to.”

///

“Tell me about California.” You’ve never been to the West Coast. You’ve only ever heard horror stories about the climate of west coast theatre. Chock full of Netflix rejected actors and hacked up ego-tripping directors. Maybe it’s all just hearsay. Maybe not. But sometimes you daydream about running off to California with Noah. About night riding through the Hollywood Hills real slow and watching the sun rise over Pacific Coast Highway, wrapped up in a blanket in his backseat.

“I think the only thing I really know about LA anymore is that… the whole time I was there...I was missing you.”

Your laugh gets lost on a biting autumn wind and it rustles the trees of Central Park as you walk hand in hand. He’s romantic to the point of silliness sometimes.

“You didn’t even know me then.”

“Didn’t I? The way I felt when you read my script for the audition. The way you felt saying the words. I’ve always known you. And you’ve always known me.”

“You mean you missed the idea of me…”

Squinting at the sun as it dips between the buildings that surround you, Noah’s broad shoulders give up a shrug as he contemplates your words. Weighs the truth from them.

“No…maybe? I… I don’t think time works that way. I don’t think it’s really that black and white. You and I will always be in this park. We’ll always be right here. And here. And here…” Your laughter bubbles up to meet his own as he measures his words with each step.

“Sort of like that poem? Everything carries me to you. As if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

His smile grows enough to crinkle his eyes when the Pablo Neruda quote registers in his mind. Nodding, he squeezes your hand. Tugs it to his lips to nuzzle your knuckles and brush a warm kiss there.

“Exactly. Each moment is infinite. Backwards, forwards. Time isn’t...us moving through space. It’s all around us. It’s a fabric.”

You try to get your head around this concept. And you suppose he’s right. But it’s hard to imagine that he actually feels that way. That this is real for him. You’re still waiting for the other boot to drop. Still waiting for him to wake up and realize you’re not enough. Still waiting for him to leave and go back to his wife.

///

His wife shows up to rehearsals and you can’t help the way your eyes drift while you sit stretching your legs on the stage floor. The way you study her like a journalist about to hammer out a biting expose.

She’s pretty, you guess. For her age. In a sort of basic Karen way.

Her eyes don’t arrest you the moment you’re in their path, like his can. She lacks the same inescapable gravitational pull. But her skin is clear. Blonde hair stylishly short. Her clothes and good posture make it obvious she comes from money.

You’re not jealous, you tell yourself as your eyes follow their every interaction. Clocking the way he rests his hand on the small of her back. The way his eyes crinkle at her charming jokes with the producers, who seem to be friends of hers. No, you’re not jealous at all.

You find yourself wondering if he’s himself in their home. The same wildly soulful and passionate man that you find in your bed most nights. Does he choke her nearly hard enough to make her pass out, then kiss the bruises? Do they lay around in messy sheets and read Greek tragedies together? Does she cook for him and let him feed her with his bare hands? Has she ever made new constellations out of his freckles and written whole stories for them?

It’s hard for you to imagine him giving himself so raw and bloody to anyone else. But maybe he does… maybe this means so much less than you want it to… maybe you’re just a fun way to pass the time…

Snapping his fingers at you, Ravi pulls you out of the clouds and back to the rehearsals happening on stage around you.

“You alright, love?” His English accent rings clear even in his chuckle.

“Hmm? Oh yeah…” Pushing up off the stage floor from where you had been stretching, you take Ravi’s outstretched hand and let him pull you to your feet. “Sorry. Too much kush before coming in.”

“And you didn’t share? Hmm. You’re lucky you’re so cute, ducks.” He shakes his head in amusement and walks you to the spike tape in place for Act III’s stage direction.

///

Nosing behind Noah’s wet ear, you drop a kiss to his shoulder. Nip as lightly as you can at his earlobe, tongue slipping out to taste his soft skin. You try desperately to ignore the way the heat of the bath water brings out the scent of his cologne in it's steam. But it’s impossible.

Nose brushing along his neck, you're pulled back to earth only by his gentle squeeze on your thigh. The low chuckle in his throat.

"You still with me, gorgeous?" You’ve been reading Marlowe's Faustus together the last couple of nights. He reads for Faustus, you for Mephistopheles. It's more fun than you might have imagined, both of you getting so into your characters that the story seems to come to life with vibrating colors.

"We had to pretend all daaay..." Your words are a breathy pout in his ear as your fingertips ghost down his chest, tracing through the soapy bath water there. "I’m still aching from it."

You’re still not sure how you manage to hide this so well at rehearsals. You suppose being an actress by trade helps. You’re paid to be a good liar. But damn if he doesn’t challenge you like no script ever has.

"Hmm..." Smirk tugging at his mouth, Noah leans back to nuzzle his scruff across your soft skin. Presses lazy kisses here and there. "I thought I had satisfied that ache upon arrival...did I not?"

Cradling his throat, you tilt his head back slowly and steal a gentle kiss. Deep and warm and wet. Kissing him is always a little like slipping back through the looking glass. Out of the maelstroms of your head and back into Wonderland.

Nuzzling at his nose, you shake your head and let a lazy smile grace your lips.

"You always satisfy me…and you always leave me aching insatiably all over again after." Thumb stroking over the evening scruff on his chin, you keep his head tilted back on your shoulder as you read from the pages of his old paperback once more. But you whisper as if the words are coming to you on the spot, sent down from the muses themselves. "Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed. In one self-place; for where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be. All places shall be hell that is not heaven."

Noah’s smile returns, warming his features to their usual buttery glow. Holding his book up a bit higher, he murmurs Faustus' line with buoyant amusement.

"Come, I think hell’s a fable."

"Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind." Your own lilt bites back.

"Think’st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine that after this life there is any pain? Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives’ tales."

"Gods, I haven’t thought about hell as painful in...years." You have a terrible habit of interrupting the reading with your own thoughts. Thankfully, he has yet to complain.

One finger between the pages to mark your place, he closes the book and focuses all attention on you again. Thunder rumbles closer than before, rain hitting the roof angrily.

“Something you'd like to share with the class, Ms. Hazani?” His voice is a low murmur across your jaw, nose nudging your skin encouragingly.

In these moments, Noah seems only ever to love like a gentle, deliciously warm summer rain. In your apartment, he has nothing to prove. No ego to beat you over the head with or jealousy to shackle you in. He can be a different man altogether at rehearsals. A perfectionist to the point of ruin. And you’ve felt his patience grow short more than once when you giggle at Ravi’s jokes. But here…

“Well, I guess… I don’t know. Maybe it’s because my mother is Greek. Maybe it’s… residual Persephone headspace after Hadestown? I dunno, I think of the underworld and I see… walls of blue ice. Rivers of pitch black. Feasts laid out on long tables. Groves of figs and pears and pomegranates. I see the Fields of Elysium. I don’t see pain. Not anywhere.”

Setting his book on the floor outside of the tub, Noah reaches back. Slides his warm fingers across your neck.

“Now you really sound like Ariadne.” He chuckles lazily, fingers of his free hand tugging your hand up so he can kiss the inside of your wrist.

“Ahh, I suppose that’s true.” You laugh softly, both arms resting over his shoulders, fingers brushing down his chest. “When did that change?”

“And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, Some to everlasting life, Some to shame and everlasting contempt. Book of Daniel. Second century BCE. It’s the...mystery of Gehinnom. The sort of waiting room? Between death and coming to be with God again. I don’t think it was punishment initially. More like...a review. This is what you could’ve done better, this is what we’d like to see next time, sort of thing.”

“Sounds a lot like the critics at the Village Voice.”

Laughter shakes his broad shoulders and Noah finally pushes himself up from the bathwater that’s starting to grow cold around you. He helps you up, wrapping you in a towel and rubbing at your upper arms a bit to warm you. Fastening a towel around his slender hips, he climbs out first. Then takes your hand to help you do the same. Sure, you can do this yourself. You’ve done it a thousand times before. But you like it too much when he babies you to fuss.

“I missed you today too, you know…” His eyes find yours, wet bangs hanging around his eyes as he grabs a hand towel to gently brush a few beads of water off your forehead and cheek. “If I didn’t say it before.”

“You did…” Brushing a hand up his bare back, you step closer. The air is cool and you’re already getting goosebumps. But he’s too distracting. You never know how to walk away from him, even in your own self interest. “But I always need to hear it...just once more.”

Without warning, he scoops you up bridal style and carries you back into the bedroom. His voice is so soft, you barely hear the brush of it over your skin over the rainfall outside.

“It torments me to see you just a few hours and then surrender you...When I see you, all that I wanted to say vanishes. The time is so precious and words seem extraneous. But you make me happy…” He lays you down in your bed, and sits on the edge. For a moment, you just lay there looking up into the pooling warmth of his brown eyes.

Finally, your lungs expand around a breath and you scoot over so he can join you in bed. As you brush your towel away, you finish the Anais quote he started, enjoying that this is just an obnoxiously cute habit you’ve both cultivated.

“There is still too much sacredness clinging to you...You come and time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.”

Noah lets his own towel fall to the flower and you lose yourself in the heat of his skin as he pulls you into a kiss deep enough to drown you.

///

Dress rehearsals find everyone tense. So tense that even stretching hurts.

“You alright, ducks?” Sipping at his water, Ravi wanders up to you while the tech booth guys try to work out a lighting kink.

“Yeah, I think I’ve got a knot in my shoulder? Like right where it meets my neck? Every time my arm moves, my shoulder blade triggers it.” Still attempting to roll you shoulders against the pain, the grimace on your pretty face is all too obvious. Setting his water down, Ravi moves confidently behind you. Brushes the shoulders of your Grecian style dress down enough to give him better access to your neck.

“This is gunna hurt, but… my father’s a PT. My brother too. So,...”

“So, you’re the family disappointment who ran off to join the circus?” You snicker softly, well aware of the arguments he must’ve gotten into with his parents for not falling in line with the family business of medicine. Your own father is Turkish, and he’s still asking when you’re going to find a real job. You know it’s just because he loves you. But sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it makes you feel like you could win all the Tony awards and have your name lighting up every Billboard in Times Square. But you’ll still never be enough.

“So. I feel a lot less guilty about how much pain I’m about to put you in. Thanks.” He mutters through playfully gritted teeth. “And you can trust me, hmm?”

Nodding your consent, you try not to savor the warmth of his hands on your skin.

Across the auditorium, Noah’s eyes meet yours. It’s like a wrench around a bolt, the way your stomach suddenly twists. You can feel what he’s thinking. The territorial rage that simmers under his skin.

Suddenly the pain comes in a blinding flash and you whimper like a puppy that’s just been kicked. Still, you force your spine to stay straight.

“Is that too much? Should I”-

“Mm mm. Don’t stop. I think it’s almost there.” Pushing yourself back into the pressure point of his thumb, you feel yourself nearly break into a sweat at the pain. But then he’s finished. A long shuddering breath falls from your lips. “Fuck.”

Setting your dress back in place with the care of a secret lover, Ravi brushes a hand down your arm. Gently guides your wrist up so your whole shoulder has to flex in response. Over your shoulder you flash him a grin.

“Yeah? It worked?” He seems just as excited as you are and you can’t help kissing his cheek. Maybe in earnest appreciation. Maybe in hopes of getting back at Noah for going home to his wife on weeknights.

“Yeah. Thank you so much, Dr. Khan.”

“Ahh. Well… I do home visits as well.” He slips you a cheeky wink and you giggle as Noah climbs up on stage.

“Alright, let’s take lunch guys. I don’t think this lighting thing is getting fixed any time soon. Might as well get some food into you.” You can hear the casual impatience in his voice and when he snaps his fingers at you, you have to raise an eyebrow. It takes every cell of restraint in your body not to quip about him calling you back like a poodle. “Miss Hazani, can I speak to you in my office?”

Ravi gives you a look like you’re being called to the principal’s office and you roll your eyes as if indignant. Still, you nod respectfully and trail after Noah anyway. Good little poodle, you think to yourself. The door is barely closed before he’s laying into you.

“If you thought that was cute, it wasn’t.” The hurt in his eyes makes you feel as if you’ve slapped him in front of everyone.

“I...I had a knot in my back. He was just helping me. I swear, that’s all it was.”

“Oh, don’t stop Ravi. I’m almost there, Ravi. Yeah I can see how that was entirely innocent.” Eyeing you pointedly, one hand finds his hip while the other rests against his desk. With you in between him and the desk, this movement effectively pins you in place. But it’s hard to be intimidated by a man who practically worships at your altar every night.

“Hey, when is it bring your wife to work day again? I wanted to make Sally some muffins.”

“Thursday and she has a gluten allergy.” He tips his head in a deadpan, as susceptible to the pull of your sarcasm as ever.

“Aww. I’ve been meaning to pick up one of those. So on trend.”

Sucking in a breath, Noah glances down for a moment trying to find his patience on the linoleum floor. No such luck. Leaning in closer, his thumb and index finger flirt with the soft skin of your chin.

“We’ve got two weeks. I need you to focus. Can you do that for me, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely…” Brushing a hand down his chest, you finger one of the white buttons there. Then sigh softly. If you’re truly honest with yourself, you know he’s right. You know you were playing the brat to get his attention. To feel a little better about having to share him. Conceding a nod, you lean in to rest your head against his shoulder. His fingers brush through the strands and you spend your whole lunch break like that. Just letting him hold you like a little lapdog.

///

You haven’t seen him outside of work in a week because, with fall break in full swing, Sally is finally home for more than a few hours at night and suddenly she wants to make things “work”. You check your phone more than you should, only to feel your stomach tighten harshly around its own acids.

No new messages.

Running on coffee and mints, you go up town looking for adderall from your friends in the Financial District. It’s enough to get you through rehearsals. Through thanksgiving with your parents in Rhode Island. The Sunday night when everyone finally returns to Manhattan, you all decide a cast dinner is just what you need.

You pull out the sexiest little velvet dress you own and do your hair and makeup real glam. To add insult to injury, you arrive fashionably late and sit on Ravi’s lap because “there’s no good seats left”. There’s a part of you that’s always known he would be the better choice.

But every time you lean to whisper in his ear, your eyes are brushing around his shoulders to lock on Noah’s.

///

A week later, opening night brings the house down. Afterwards, the theatre company’s financiers host a huge party in honor of the success. Everyone is eating and laughing. Except you.

Despite all the accolades, you’re drinking too much. Seething as you watch Noah cuddle up to Sally all evening like they’re newlyweds.

He tries to motion with his head for you to meet him upstairs. But he’s a little late for a quick fuck. You are way too drunk to do anything but pound the steps up to the rooftop with your heeled boots as if marching into battle.

“Are you like...getting back at me for dinner the other night? Is that what this is?” The air on the industrial loft rooftop is frigid and you barely escape the stairwell before turning on him.

“Are you seriously pretending that your behavior at dinner was about Ravi and not us?” Shoving his hands in his pockets, his broad shoulders hunch up against the cold.

“My behavior? What are you, my father?”

“Sometimes I kinda feel like I am. Like right now, when you’re acting out because your feelings got hurt.”

“Oh, but that’s not what you’re doing. ‘Cause you’re older than me. And a man. And so much fucking wiser, right? So this isn’t a tantrum. This isn’t jealousy. This is all my own fault.”

“I’m married, Kitsa. If I stick by her all night and kiss her head and wrap an arm around her it’s to keep from having my every move dissected when we get home. It’s to keep the rumor mill from shutting down funding on my next project. If you flirt with Ravi and sit in his lap at cast dinners it’s just giggled off by everybody. It’s just fucking fun for you. That in there is not fun for me. There is a politics to marriage that you cannot begin to understand.”

For just a moment, the sharp edge of your anger softens. You feel sympathy start its clawing and biting. But then you remember all the times you’ve glanced at your phone the last two weeks, waiting for him to call. Feeling the abandonment like a stabbing ice pick. Your jaw tightens. Stepping forward, you glare up at him defiantly.

“You are a grown man. If you find yourself anywhere, it’s because that’s exactly where you want to be.”

You turn on your heel to leave, but he grips your arm and pulls you back. Tugging his jacket off, Noah sets the shoulders of it around your own. Despite your burning rage, you pull the jacket tighter around your petite frame. You can’t say the heat is unwelcome against the December chill. Neither is the scent of his cologne.

“Then you might want to ask yourself why I’m up here arguing with you when there’s a whole party going on downstairs where everyone is toasting my name.”

The words hit you like a smack to the cheek and you’re left in silence for several moments as you digest them. Finally shuffling closer into his too-tall frame, you force the words out that you know he needs to hear. Though you sound meak as a city mouse in your attempt.

“We should stop…”

His long fingers are icy cold as they tangle loosely through your own. Gently, but firmly, they tug you against him.

“Tell me how. Cause I’ve been trying. I have. And…”

You hadn’t considered that. That maybe the past two weeks had been about him making an attempt at cutting things off. At reconnecting with his wife. That maybe he’d been failing miserably. Shaking your head, you fight the desperation to cave in that’s clawing around at your insides.

“But you’re never going to leave her, Noah… So what the fucking point of any of this?”

Finally, he drags in a breath. Rubs at his tired eyes.. When you tip your head back to find his gaze you can see his jaw flexing.

“Leave with me. After the show has its run. After the checks clear… we can go anywhere.”

“Don’t fuck with me.” You warn him, vulnerability clear-cut in your eyes.

“I mean it. Costa Rica. Belize. Panama. Argentina. We’ll go get lost where no one can find us. I’m serious, Kitsa.”

“My family…” You realize if you accept, you might never see them again. Or at least, not for a while. Not until the dust settles.

“There’s no reason they can’t come visit. And I can still write there. You can still act. We’ll be fine. Just give me some time to talk to a lawyer. Get things in order first, hmm?” As he tucks your hair back behind one ear, you can feel yourself nodding. You know it’s stupid to believe him. To let yourself picture that life with him.

“I guess I should start learning Spanish…” You joke through the wetness of tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. Pulling you closer, Noah laughs with you and drops a firm kiss to your head. Nuzzles into your hair.

“I’m going to give you the crown you deserve. All seven stars.”

#hamish linklater x reader #noah bearinger x reader #my writing #idek what to tag this as because it's half based on paper year and half based on the christina ricci thing and half on paul lol #like at this point I'm just #a sad bundle of needy needy hormones #c: kitsa hazani

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just-pineapple-responses · 4 years ago

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Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

#ShowerThoughts blogs #Asks #As you can see I'm trying to organise in order of inanimate to animal to concepts to water else #*whatever else #And now rp blogs wow

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Hey sweetie, hope you're doing well. Better than me I hope, in this Texas heat!!!😥🤤 When your muse permits, may I please have some more Dave York? I am a shameless slut for that suburban murder Dilf!!!

Hello lovely!

Okay - so I've written more for the soft!Dave fic I gave a preview for in this post and here and this picks up where that left off.

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader (soft!dave)

Smut under the cut (18+ NO MINORS semi-public touching, p in v sex, oral-female receiving) (word count 2.6k)

All in all it had gone better than he thought. He enjoyed your company - he found you attractive and you liked him. That was all he needed. The fact that you made him laugh had been a bonus. You were his new mission and it wouldn’t have mattered what you were like in all honesty but this was good. This he could work with.

He hadn’t meant to kiss you like that, he planned to take it a little slower, just a little peck to show you he was interested. He definitely didn’t expect you to open up for him like that, and he definitely didn’t expect to enjoy it so much. Another bonus.

He didn’t want to scare you away by reaching out too quickly, figuring a couple of days should be time enough. He wanted to make sure this worked out. He expected the same game of cat and mouse men and women have been playing with each other forever. He had waited to message you - which meant he would probably hear from you in a few hours.

-Hi - It’s Dave from the other night, wondering if you wanted to grab dinner on Friday?

He was doing some reconnaissance for an upcoming job and he wanted to read through his reports; he wasn’t expecting you to respond so quickly. Frankly, it was refreshing.

-Hey! Yes I’d love to, really happy to hear from you =)

He smiled despite himself, he didn’t expect you to be so open and honest.

-I’m glad to hear, I had a great time

He could see you typing your response before he put his phone down so he waited.

-Me too, thought maybe I’d scared you away - usually don’t make out on the first date

-Me either - glad we did though, you definitely did not scare me away. Just at work right now. Maybe we could talk more later?

-Sure! Hope you have a great day =)

-You too!

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He kept up the communication with you when he got home, answering your messages as he cooked himself a small dinner. He asked you all the questions people usually ask when getting to know someone, he flirted the best he could. He was doing everything in his power to make sure you were interested, without being vulgar. He briefly considered whether this was manipulation, presenting himself in a way he knew you’d respond to in order to secure a relationship. In a sense everyone did this, the difference was they liked the people they were chasing.

He didn't not like you, he just didn’t really like anyone. It all came from his training and subsequently, his job. He learned long ago to not hold onto anyone too close, it hurt more when you lost them.

This was good though, he was content.

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You couldn’t lie to yourself about how excited you were when Friday came around. He was consistent which was really important to you, he kept up with the messages and asked you actual questions and he seemed interested. It had been so long since you’d dated someone, since you felt excited about someone and seeing his messages gave you butterflies.

You had to stop yourself from running to the door when he knocked; you did your absolute best to reign in your heartbeat as you opened the door.

“Hi - hope I’m not too early.” He smiled - giving you a not so subtle onceover which made you momentarily self-conscious of your outfit choice; he must have taken notice of your expression.

“You look beautiful, are you ready to go?”

“Thank you - you look really handsome - Yes I’m ready.” You smiled as you grabbed your purse and locked your door.

You didn’t think this date could have gone better than the first but it did. He was charming, he was sweet and most importantly he made you laugh. His sense of humour was a lot like yours, dry and witty although you knew you could be a bit goofier than him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up too high but you really liked his company and although it was still early, you could see this getting more serious.

When he walked you to your front door you didn’t play coy.

“I hope you don’t think less of me, but I really want you to kiss me.” You moved closer - peering up at him through your lashes, hoping that you looked sexy.

“I hope you don’t think less of me, but I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” He was smirking at you and you felt yourself flush. His hand almost engulfed your face as he pulled you in closer.

The kiss was searing; his tongue licked the seam of your mouth - asking for permission which you gladly gave. He deepened it further, pressing you up against your front door- his hands moving from your face to your waist. He slanted his mouth to get deeper, to make you ache. Your hands found themselves in his hair, holding him closely while you pressed your body as close to him as you could. It went on longer than it had any right to.

When he pulled away you were both panting.

“I had a really great time, goodnight.” He kissed you softer then and waited for you to make your way inside. Any longer and you would have pulled him into the house with you by his belt. You were happy he made the decision for you.

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You had a few more dates and they were going better than you had imagined. He had come over for dinner one night, which ended in a very heavy makeout session on your couch before he went home. He was being really respectful which you appreciated, you really liked him and in the back of your mind you were nervous that he’d lose interest as soon as you gave it up. It was frustrating, because you were reaching your limit.

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You walked through the parking lot with him hand in hand, on your way into the theatre. He had let you pick the movie - horror of course - and you were excited to cuddle up with him. You had a plan tonight and it sent a hot spike of arousal through your belly.

He didn’t let you pay for anything usually but you insisted he at least let you pay for the snacks, it didn’t seem like he would let you but you gave him a pout and he relented. Smiling good naturedly and grumbling about not making that pout a habit.

You lifted the seat divider as soon as you picked out your seats, making your intentions of getting close quite clear. He seemed to have the same idea; bringing his arm around you and firmly tucking you into his side.

He smells so good you thought to yourself as you leaned into the crook of his neck, barely paying attention to the trailers. His palm rubbed at your arm through the soft material of your sundress as the movie started, the both of you getting lost in it briefly. When it got too gruesome or scary you tucked your face into his neck, bringing your hands up to block out the screen.

You felt him chuckle then, his low velvety voice whispering in your ear.

“We can leave if you don’t want to watch this.” He said it without judgement, caring only for your comfort even though this could have been an excuse for him to have you close. It hardened your resolve.

“No, I want to stay, but I think I'd like it better if you distracted me.” You gave him a mischievous smile, hoping he’d take the hint. Thankfully - he did.

He tipped your chin up and kissed you softly at first, but deeper as time went on. This was going to work, you could feel his desire for you in it. You were afraid he’d be scandalized at what you wanted him to do but you couldn’t wait anymore. You tentatively reached for the arm around your shoulder and brought down to grab your breast. He pulled away suddenly and it made you nervous - maybe he wasn’t into this.

“Here?” He wasn’t scandalized, he was wearing a smirk - seemingly enjoying the thought of it, feeling you up in the movie theatre like a teenager.

“Do you want to? It’s okay if you don’t.” he could see your self-doubt written across your face.

“Only if you promise to be quiet for me.” He whispered it into your ear and you almost let out a moan. He kissed you again and this time you felt his hand dip into the breezy neckline of your dress, surprising you even further by reaching into your bra. He held you close, moving his kisses to your jaw, your pulse point - rolling your nipple between his fingers by the time he reached your ear.

You were breathing a little heavy as he pulled at it slightly, anyone could have looked over and seen the two of you but it didn’t matter - not when it felt so good.

“Is this what you wanted? Does it feel good, baby?” He spoke in a low voice as he bit your ear and you could feel the arousal leaking out of you. He pinched at the other through the fabric as he kissed you again and it was too much, you grabbed at his thigh, breathing out a god yes as he continued his ministrations.

“I wish I could lick them right now, bite them a little bit, would you let me?” He was pulling at the collar of your dress slightly, enough for him to see into your dress a little.

“Right now? What if someone sees?” You were asking even though the thought of his mouth on your tits in the middle of a movie theatre almost made you cum in itself.

“I would be really careful, just a little lick.” He kissed your neck as he spoke and you realized then that you would have let him do whatever he wanted.

“Okay - fast though.” You laughed conspiratorially - you felt reckless and wild, and excited to have him touch you this way. He pulled you close to him, turning in his seat slightly and quickly pulled your dress down along with the cup of your bra. Seeing your breast out while there were -admittedly- very few people in the movie theatre caused your heart to race. He kept his word though, quickly lowering his head to lick your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue around it had you biting your lip to keep your mouth shut. He couldn’t just have one though, pulling down the other cup to lavish the other one with the same attention and then quickly adjusting it so you were decent again.

You didn’t think you could make it through this movie with how your body was responding to him. Your panties were sticking to your body, your slick running freely and his words only served to amp up the arousal.

“Look what you did to me.” He brought your hand to the sizeable bulge in his jeans. You gasped slightly at the size, and suddenly you didn’t want to be in the theatre any more.

“Take me home David, now.” Your tone was iron and he didn’t argue; hastily pulling you up out of your seat in his haste to obey. The grip he had on your waist as he walked through the theatre and through the parking lot made you laugh with nervous excitement. You saw that he had an intensity about him that had you clenching painfully around nothing.

When you arrived at your place you practically ran inside; you had barely managed to close your door when he picked you up. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he held onto your ass. He walked you towards your room, pausing briefly to push you up against the wall in the hallway, halfway up the stairs, your bedroom door. Finally dropping you onto your bed.

He fell onto you and ground his hips against the soft fabric at your core. He was so thick, the pressure of him grinding into you was just right and you pulled at his shirt - wanting to feel his skin against you and when he took over you sat up to pull your dress off. He had your bra off faster than you thought possible.

“So pretty.” He dove in, sucking and biting at your nipples - drawing out whimpers and moans as you held his head close to your chest. You could see his saliva glistening on the soft skin of your tits when he alternated from one to the other and you couldn’t hold off any more.

“Please fuck me.” You pulled his face up from your chest to breathe the words into his mouth, the coil in your belly was already wound tight and he hadn’t even gone near your pussy yet.

“I didn’t bring a condom.” He looked a bit sheepish now, hoping against hope you’d have one.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean - but we can do other things if you aren’t comfortable.” You stroked his face softly, trying to convey that you wanted him either way. He hastily got up and took the rest of his clothes off while you shimmied out of your underwear. His cock bobbed out when he finally shed his layers, the tip of it weeping slightly - making your mouth water. He was bigger than your last sexual partner and though intimidated slightly, you were excited.

He crawled towards you as you watched him, settling his face between your thighs.

“You liked it when I licked your nipples baby? Look how wet and glossy you are.” He licked a strip from your fluttering entrance to your clit; he parted you with his tongue and focused on your clit, letting his saliva drip down to make you wetter. The steady glide of his tongue drove you into a frenzy. You barely registered your hands grabbing his hair, using him to grind yourself against his tongue. You were not going to last, you could feel yourself careening over the edge. The wave of it quickly racing up to crash over you. When he slowly slid two thick fingers into your cunt and curled them just so, the wave crested. Your body seizing up with the force of your climax.

“You taste so good baby.” He kissed your mound, the dip in your hip; he slowly made his way up the soft skin of your belly, pausing to give each nipple a quick lick before he settled between your legs. You felt the heavy weight of him sliding through your folds, the blunt tip of him nudging at your clit making you wince with overstimulation before he gradually fed himself into you.

He wrapped your legs high on his waist and rocked into you at a steady pace, you could see from his ragged breathing he was trying not to jack hammer into your wet heat, he was trying to make himself last.

The stretch of him was delicious, you felt full and his cock was hitting something that made you fall silent; made your eyes clench shut against his neck. You could tell he was getting close when he crushed you underneath him, resting almost all of his weight on top of you while he snapped his hips forward harder and harder. The sound of your joining a wet slap as he moaned in your ear - whispering about how good your pussy felt, how tight and wet it was, how he was going to cum- but not before he felt you cum first. He reached between you to rub little circles onto your clit, begging you to cum around him.

You obeyed, and he didn’t hold out much longer.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Hanbin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Hanbin loves attention, and he will definitely use affection to try and win your heart and make sure that he has your attention. He loves to cuddle you and keep you nice and close that his lips can attach to you as much as possible.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

Your first meeting was very much a cliché, you ended up heading to the shops without your purse, leaving you red faced at the checkouts. Luckily, the guy next to you offered to pay for your shopping, and after getting his details so that you could pay him back, the rest, as they say, was history between the two of you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Whilst Hanbin loved to remind you of how the two of you first met, he also used it to make his confession. As the two of you went shopping together to pick up a few bits, he managed to hide your purse from you yet again. As you glanced back at him, he handed you a note instead of his card. As you read through it, you realised exactly how Hanbin felt about you, glancing up to see him paying for your shopping once again.

D ⇴ DATES

Any date that you had with Hanbin was always romantic. He loved traditional love and being the perfect gentleman, he loved to whisk you off your feet with dinner dates or intimate nights in for the two of you. Public dates weren’t really for him, the most he’d do is take you to the theatre so that the two of you could still be close to each other whilst the lights were down. Hanbin always put in a lot of effort to any date with you, he loved to continue to take you by surprise and make sure that he kept the spark alive.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Before you, Hanbin had never been in a serious relationship before. He always had an idea in his head of what the perfect love would be like, and the kind of woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but even you exceeded all of those expectations. You were the first, for a lot of things with Hanbin, and he was more than confident that he wanted you to be the last too. He was definitely smug about the fact he knew that his first love would also be his last, there was never anyone else that he wanted to be with.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Any argument that the two of you had was full of emotion, Hanbin tended to be the one that would sit back and let you go off, and then be there to comfort you when you were finished and learn from your mistakes. He knew that dating someone like him could be hard sometimes, so he’d try hard to empathise more than anything else when he felt that an argument was brewing. He was strong enough to take anything that you had to say to him, but he always made sure to be careful with his words and never say anything hurtful to you. As angry as he got sometimes, there would never be any use in continuing the fight.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

His little sister was the first member of his family that you met when you helped him out babysitting. When she went home and told his family all about how cool you were, they knew they had no choice but to like you, seeing how happy both of them were around you, they knew you’d be a welcomed member of the family.

H ⇴ HOME

Spending time with you was one of Hanbin’s biggest priorities, he loved being around you as much as possible, so when he asked you to move into his place after just a couple of months, it didn’t come as much of a surprise. Slowly, items of yours had been moving into his place anyway, so it only felt right that everything did instead.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Hanbin was the first of the two of you to say, ‘I love you,’ one night at the end of a date. As he walked you to your door, he felt his heart screaming out at him to finally say what he had bottled up for so long. It was safe to say that night, Hanbin didn’t end up leaving you at your door, but waking up beside you the following morning instead.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If Hanbin didn’t have your attention, then he was definitely prone to getting jealous from time to time. You’d usually be able to tell as he’d get quite quiet and stroppy until you finally paid attention to him. He hated that other people had your time and your energy, selfishly, he wanted to be the only one for you. Even though he knew that could never happen, he was still often very wary of other people around you and would definitely make it known to you whenever he felt a bad vibe coming from someone.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having his little sister, it was only natural for Hanbin to want children of his own one day. Seeing him with his sister certainly got a few thoughts stirring in you about what Hanbin would be like as a father. As much as he loved watching her grow up, he missed her being a baby and relying on him, so he was quite keen to have his own babies who would need him forever, whenever the time was right for the two of you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Hanbin loved to laugh around you, he embraced your company at any moment of every day, it was the most important thing to him. To make him laugh, you loved to wind him up, you knew that he wasn’t a big fan of aegyo, so you’d often appear by his side, poking your cheeks or raising the pitch of your voice to bring a smile to his face. He’d often attack you with tickles to encourage you to stop, as cute as you were, he always felt his body cringe whenever you did aegyo around him to make him happy.

M ⇴ MISSING

Travelling alone certainly made the homesickness a lot less tolerable for him, he hated having to deal with it by himself, especially when he went through long periods without any communication with you. You knew it was a lot harder on him nowadays, but time was just not on your side for most of the time. He’d often send you gifts when he was on the road so that you knew he was thinking of you, he loved to make sure that you still felt special and that you knew you were on his mind. He was always a romantic, even when the two of you were far apart, he’d make sure to spoil you and fill you with a lot of love.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Hanbin loved to call you ‘flower,’ after he surprised you with a bouquet of flowers on your first ever date. Over time it just became a bit of a habit for him, neither of you really knew why it stuck, but you didn’t mind.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your eyes. He could tell a lot about you just from the look in your eyes, and he definitely loved to know when he had your eyes watching him.

P ⇴ PDA

The two of you being affectionate in public is incredibly rare, you’re much reserved with each other usually, keeping your affection for when it’s just the two of you. Hanbin will tend to just keep a hold of your hand or your back so that he can keep you close to him and be able to know that you’re right beside him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loves to ask you for your opinion on the music that he’s working on. He knows he shouldn’t be showing you his projects, but he just can’t help but let you hear them and listen to what you think about them.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

If there’s one negative about dating Hanbin, it’s how much of a deep sleeper he is. So, under your bed, you keep plenty of things that you can use to try and wake him up. You’ll often end up tipping cold water on his face or brushing underneath his nose with a feather. It never quite made sense to you how one person could sleep through so much in the mornings, but eventually you’d manage to get him to open his eyes.

S ⇴ SEX

It’s always incredibly romantic between the two of you, Hanbin likes to always make sure the occasion is special, and never rush anything. He’s incredibly affectionate with you, he doesn’t want to waste a second in making sure that you feel loved by him. His hands will do a lot of exploring around your body, but the one thing that’s most important to him is eye contact. He loves to be able to see your eyes and know exactly how you’re feeling.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He’ll often text you with last minute plans that he’s arranged for the two of you. He’s always coming up with something for the two of you to do together, making sure that no two days are the same for you both.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

The most treasured thing about your relationship with Hanbin was that he was finally learning about love. It was a feeling he adored, and one he was thankful to have found with you and would always keep hold of.

V ⇴ VACATION

Your holidays were always filled with a lot of romance, he’d make sure to take you to the most beautiful places, paying close attention to places that you often mentioned. He would never tell you where the two of you were going either until you appeared at the airport and feel his arm pull you to a terminal.

W ⇴ WHINING

He is desperate for attention, if I haven’t already made that clear, and any second he doesn’t have yours will definitely be spent kicking up a stink.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Whenever he has a moment, his lips will attach to yours. Hanbin loves to kiss you, especially when he has you nice and close into his side. He’ll often leave trails of kisses around you, he can’t just kiss you once, it’s almost like an instinct for him to make sure that he marks up what is his with a pattern of pecked kisses against your skin. Any part of your body he has access to, he will make sure to kiss it and fill it with love.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the two of you were the first and love loves of each other.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you were very cuddly whenever you slept, Hanbin loved to have you close to him, and enjoyed the feeling of your presence right beside him. It was always a bad night’s sleep for him whenever you weren’t around.

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years ago

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Chapter Two.

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March 12, 2017

It had been a week and a day since her move to New York, and Luci had never felt lonelier. Don’t get her wrong, she knew it’d only been a week when she had several more weeks to come to make friends and memories, but as she began to settle down into her new home, she felt very alone.

Luci had called her parents approximately eight times within the past week—some of them were twice in one day—and all those calls were due to her loneliness. Ren and Beatrice were starting to get worried, and a bit annoyed despite being glad that their daughter hadn’t forgotten about them, but the calls were getting a little too much. And not much to their surprise, their Lulu always had something to talk about, which she mostly ranted about being a bit nervous and excited about rehearsals.

Currently, Luci was headed to rehearsals as she walked to the Metropolitan Avenue Station, a two minute walk from her apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Knowing her directions and the subway quite well, she got on the G train and got off in Court Square in Queens. She walked five minutes to take the F train towards Manhattan, getting off on 7th Avenue before walking down the street where Broadway Theatre appeared in her sight.

Sighing, she thought about all the people she’d passed by. Seven train stops in total—people walking in and out of the train—less than ten minutes of walking, and despite the amount of people that rode with her on that train, she still felt like she was the loneliest person.

She understood the big city quite well; no one really paid any attention or cared as they just proceeded with their life while simply being someone she passed by and possibly would never see again. Luci would only hope that her new job would help her make friendships and change her view on relationships a bit better; she’s had a few bad relationships in the past, romantic and non-romantic that had messed with her mind throughout the years, but she’d rather not think about the traumatic events that impactfully took a toll on her mental health as she was walking into rehearsals for the first time.

Opening the door, she felt nerves rush through her body as she stepped into the Broadway Theatre where Miss Saigon would be in production for eight months. The theatre would be her home for the rest of the year. She’d work tirelessly, and devote her entire being to the role to be the best actress she could ever be.

All at once as she walked through backstage, it began to hit Luci. This was what she’d been dreaming of, and the realization had hit her hard once she walked through the doors and into the dark hallway that led backstage and the dressing rooms. There was commotion in the direction of the main stage and a few of her fellow cast members that were singing, could easily be heard as she was walking through the halls.

The behind the scenes action came to light once she walked through another doorway. Bright lights from the vanity illuminated the room, there were cast members reading from the script, and a few chatting on the couch. It was everything that she imagined and expected.

Luciana Suki was printed behind a black director’s chair next to the person who was playing the main role of Kim, Daisy Beck. Luci was a bit nervous to introduce herself to Daisy because she was one of the most iconic women on Broadway. She’d been acting on Broadway ever since she was a little girl; her mother was the head of the wardrobe crew and her father was part of the sound crew, so she practically bled and was born into the Broadway Theatre. It was easy for her to get her foot in the door because as her parents were busy, they would take her to the theatre and make her sit front row because they couldn’t afford a babysitter. And when the stage director needed a child to step in, they would have Daisy be in the show, and she would play the part effortlessly. She would stand center stage as the protagonist would sing to them while the bright light would shine upon them. Daisy Beck was a professional in all senses—she was the Meryl Streep of Broadway, and that intimidated Luci even more.

“Hi, Daisy.” Luci greeted, making Daisy turn her head from the mirror to her. “I’m Luci, the second Kim.” She added with a soft chuckle. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Luci put her arm out as Daisy stood up from her chair, meeting face to face with her.

Daisy’s expression held such power and confidence, and although Luci thought of herself as a confident person, Daisy was the different kind of confident; she was a different definition, a better use of a synonym that people most frequently use. She exuded the brilliance of self-assurance and certainty, like it was known to be that she had power. But then Daisy smiled brightly, making some of Luci’s worries wash away, but they were only stored nearby because the smile Daisy had on her face was more of an evil smirk.

“Daisy Beck.” She introduced herself, quickly shaking Luci’s hand before pulling away just as quickly as the shake. Daisy sat back down at her vanity and placed her Airpods in her ears before her new cast member got another word out.

Luci gulped, hanging her tote bag on the back of her chair before sitting down. She took a deep breath, easing her quiet nerves that were running around in her body. There was a bit of doubt in her mind about her career and the path she was on, but she quickly flicked it away, concentrating on the positive and the gratitude it took to get where she was, where she was sitting.

After a few moments of relaxing, easing into the loudness, everyone began to file out the door and head to the stage.

“Hi, Luci, right?” A brown-haired woman with hazel eyes beamed at Luci, and she couldn’t ignore such a friendly face.

Luci smiled, shaking her hand. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I’m Nina. I play Gigi.” Gigi Van Trahn was a stripper in Miss Saigon at a club called Dreamland, hoping and dreaming for a better life in the States. “Is this your first Broadway show?” She asked curiously.

Luci shook her head. “I’ve done some shows off-broadway, if you can count that.” She smiled bashfully. She knew that she shouldn’t be embarrassed by being part of the off-broadway community because she had worked her way up, but she hated the weird eyes pointed at her and the whispered judgement everytime she said that she’d been on off-broadway, even though nothing was wrong with it, but for some reason, people had a certain distaste towards it.

“Yeah, that definitely counts! You should be proud of your upcoming; it’ll be historic once you move your way up.” Nina raised her brows and smirked. Luci smiled, breathing out a giggle. She loved when people were so hopeful of her climbing the ladder of success and dreams, and it made Luci giddy, if she was being honest.

Everyone made a distorted line across the stage, facing the thousands of red velvet cushioned chairs that would be the cast’s audience. The stage director, Tal, was standing downstage with a clipboard in her hand as she was talking to her assistant and pointing to the clipboard with a pen; the taps of her pen to the wooden clipboard echoed in the silent theatre. Tal was in her mid-forties; she had slick black hair, wore black framed glasses, and had a certain look of sternness that was made for scolding and confronting. Luci made a mental note to not get on her bad side because if looks could kill, then she’d see the light.

A minute later, they concluded their discussion before looking up. “Good morning, everyone! And we’re back here…again.” A coordinated laugh spread through the cast. “For the people returning: hope you all didn’t forget about me.” A small chuckle erupted. “But we have a couple new faces, so I’ll make this introduction brief and quick; I’m Tal, your stage director. I’ve been working in this business for a long time, so I know what I’m doing. This is my assistant Melanie, she’s just as educated and devoted to this play as I am, so if I’m unavailable, don’t hesitate to take things up with her.” Everyone nodded understandingly. “This is going to be a wild, stressful ride, but it’s gonna be a hell of a lot of fun, I can promise you that.”

A few ‘Hell yeah and ‘Period’s flew across the stage as people praised her words. Luci immediately felt comfortable with the space and energy that came from her fellow castmates. She was worried that she would have a constant feeling of being uncomfortable or as if she didn’t belong. But with Nina being so friendly, Tal and the cast uplifting and motivating the room, and minus Daisy’s weird and short attitude, she couldn’t help but feel like she did belong and that this was where she was meant to be.

Tal told everyone to get into a large circle to do a role call because there were a few new additions to the cast as the original cast before this day had departed from the production because there was either a better opportunity or it was time to say goodbye to this show.

After Tal individually called each name, the person was to introduce themselves, say what part they were playing, and a hobby they indulged in when they were not on stage. Usually, people didn’t pay attention to icebreakers and introductions because many found them boring, but Luci made sure to be attentive and memorize everyone’s names and faces since she was one of the few who was new to the cast and production. She also tried remembering their hobbies because she figured it would be a great conversation starter while trying to make friends.

It took quite a while to get to everyone, especially Luci since she was towards the bottom of the list because of her last name.

“Luciana,” Tal called out. Luci raised her hand, presenting herself with a smile. “Welcome to Miss Saigon.”

Luci stepped forwards a few inches inside of the circle. “Thank you, Tal and Melanie. Uh, my name is Luciana Suki, you could call me Luci, if you’d like. I’m playing Kim, alongside Miss Daisy Beck.” She looked at Daisy when she said her name, but Daisy had an unamused look on her face, but Luci ignored it. “A hobby of mine when I’m not constantly thinking about my job is knitting—I like to knit. Hats and scarves are my specialty and I have way too many in my closet for my own good, but I’m currently working on a cardigan and will do it for an hour if I have time.” Everyone clapped when she was done, and she stepped back out of the circle and into the line.

Next on the role call list was Samuel Talum, who had been making serious eye contact with Luci, but she avoided them, looking elsewhere.

“Hi, I’m Samuel. I play the second Chris. My hobbies include swimming on the roof of Soho.” Everyone laughed, but Luci didn’t seem to see what was so amusing about that, but she figured that was his personality since everyone found that hilarious.

Samuel looked at Luci as he stepped back into line, and this time, she reciprocated the eye contact. Her arms were crossed, face expressionless, which only made him smirk.

After introductions, Melanie suggested getting into groups to have a normal conversation to get to know one another and get more comfortable. The circle was concaving as the opposite sides were met. The theatre increased in volume and was filled with chatter and excited squeals; people hugged one another and jumped in circles, hopeful for another great season on Broadway.

Luci and Nina talked with some of the extras as they mostly asked Luci about her life and where she was from since everyone already knew each other.

“Hello, ladies.” Samuel walked up to the four women with a charming smile. The three immediately swooned for him as their eyes lit up as if he was the actual Oscar award himself. “Luci, it’s a pleasure to officially meet you.” He gave his full attention to her, taking his hand out. She politely shook his, not expecting him to kiss the back of her hand, locking eyes with her. She hated to admit it, but the action made her heart pound a little harder. Luci pulled away quickly, linking her hands behind her back.

“Good to meet you as well.” She gave him a small toothless smile. Avoiding his eyes, she looked back at the girls who were blushing and giving Luci a knowing look. They knew Samuel well enough to know when he had a crush, and they could definitely tell that he had a crush on her, to which Luci had a clear vision of it.

When the first day of ‘rehearsals’ were over, Tal announced that it was the same time tomorrow, and Luci was glad that she was finally had a routine again—waking up at eight in the morning to get her day started and leaving her apartment by nine to get to the theatre just before ten, which was when rehearsals started. Tomorrow’s rehearsals were going to be exciting since it would focus more on the play itself; Luci was itching for tomorrow to come.

Once Luci walked out of the theatre, saying her goodbyes to Tal and Melanie, and some of the cast that she made friends with, she was met by a fresh, chilly breeze, making goosebumps rise. It was the complete opposite of what she felt like inside the theatre: warm and flushed because there were so many people surrounding her, plus her nerves helped her stay warm; it didn’t help that they cranked up the heat inside the building as well.

As she was walking, passing by strangers that she’d never see again, she heard her name being called out from the distance. She thought she was hearing things, but she turned around to be met with Samuel who was jogging in her direction.

“Damn, you left quickly.” He smiled, which Luci had to admit that he was quite attractive—really attractive. A head of soft blonde hair sat perfectly on his head that if she were to mess with it, his hair would only get effortlessly better. His arms were so big and toned that she could see the outline of his muscles through his shirt (or she thinks that he purposely bought a small shirt to make up for the lack of muscles). He was tall, almost a foot taller than her that she had to look up when he spoke, but she didn’t let his height intimidate her. In fact, nothing about Samuel intimidated Luci, although she knew that that was his ultimate goal whenever he met someone new.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I was thinking…we should hang out sometime.” The suggestion made Luci raise her brows. “You know, since we’re gonna be seeing each other a lot, be co-stars, play the love interest together.”

Chris Scott, the role Samuel was playing, was a G.I sergeant who is making a return to America from Vietnam. Unexpectedly, he falls in love with Kim, who is a shy, young girl who also works as a stripper at Dreamland because of the fall of her city and the loss of her family from war. The club is run by the Engineer and caters to American soldiers. Kim and Chris have an affair, leading to feelings that are more than lust. Their affair leads to Kim getting pregnant and giving birth to their son, Tam. Eventually, Chris leaves and goes back home without the knowledge that Kim is pregnant. Kim and Chris are separated for years until he learns about his son, so he goes back to Vietnam to find Kim and Tam—the only difference is that he’s married to an American woman named Ellen. Kim urges Ellen that Tam should have a better life in America, rather than living on the streets, but Ellen is wary and refuses because she doesn’t want to lose Chris. Conflict, heartbreak, and unexpected endings flow throughout the plot of the story, making it a hit on Broadway.

Luci debated in her mind. She figured she could use some friends, some company, and she thinks it worked out perfectly since she was going to be seeing Samuel almost everyday. He got the impression that she wanted nothing to do with him outside of the theatre because of the polite but dismissive attitude towards him, but the look on her face when he proposed the idea was the opposite of what he had seen inside of the building.

To much consideration, Luci answered, “Sure, why not.”

Samuel sneered, walking alongside with her to wherever their route took them. It wasn’t like he was up to no good—purposely, at least. So, the two walked side by side, oblivious to what this might cause them.

April 21, 2017

Opening night.

The anxieties were crawling up everyone’s skin as they got into hair, makeup, and costume—specifically in that order. Everything felt rushed, like they were riding in a sports car, waiting to cross the black and white checkered line. But in reality, they were going the speed limit in a residential area.

Tal and Melanie made sure everyone got to the theatre at least two hours before the red curtain rose because she didn’t want everything to feel like they’re in a high-speed car chase, anticipating a crash.

The past five weeks had been an exhausting and intense thrill that Luci had never experienced before. The constant movement, the strain of her voice from singing too much, the tears from messing up a line, and the overwhelming fear of screwing up on stage had been her life for the past five weeks.

The day after introductions and icebreakers, the cast were to do a read through of the play, just to get an idea and feel of the script when rehearsing it with the cast. Since there were two rotations of the cast, the second cast—which was the one Luci was in—were to still attend readings and rehearsals when it was not their day to rehearse. They were to observe and learn the different techniques and acting that the first rotation provided so it would be easier to run through rehearsals without constantly stopping.

After the read through, which took two days, the rest of the week was followed by table work and blocking. Table work deeply goes into the script; it focuses on analyzing and getting to know your character—basically what purpose a character has. Blocking included roughly running through a scene organically, and seeing what works for both actors and what looks and feels better.

When the notes have been written down, the actors will stumble through the play without a script in reach. This process had slashed a bit of hope in everyone because of the difficulty in remembering the notes from blocking. Luci was properly beating herself up over it, and Samuel had reassured her that it was fine to make a few mistake since it was new and added in during blocking.

“Hey,” Samuel would call out after hearing another groan come out of her mouth. Luci would look at him with a frown, and he would comfortingly pat her shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? You got this.” He would then walk away, giving her a wink that made Luci’s insides turn.

After three days of roughly stumbling through the play, working rehearsals were next. Everyone knew their lines, stage directions, the plot and depth of the characters, and the extra notes from blocking were implied to everyone’s brain. During working rehearsals, the cast needed to find a way to best tell the story to the audience. They worked in a large room that was a few blocks away from the theatre, and it had white tape all over the floor indicating where the character needed to stand. There was no mirror, just a blank wall that was painted black, so it was like they were in the actual theatre. The process was exhausting because the cast would run the entire play back for two more times for three days. So, when Luci got home, it would be five in the evening, and she would be ready to crash and call it a day.

In between working and dress rehearsals, the tech-crew, stage directors, stage managers, and designers would have their own rehearsals without the cast. They do this to make sure the lighting, music, and set were in motion and work smoothly for the play and audience. During these days, the cast would get a few days off, but they were to not brush the play aside just because they weren’t in rehearsals. They were told to do fittings with the costume crew so they could make their final adjustments for their character’s costumes. It was a more fun and light process where they could just stand on the elevated step and answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when they’re being asked if it was comfortable or too tight.

After technical rehearsals, there would be two or three days for Q2Q rehearsals, which meant Cue-to-Cue, and the technical crew and the cast would get together and rehearse the bits where sound and lights were needed, which is almost every scene since it’s a musical and the characters seem to sing as they’re arguing. These rehearsals were very technical and necessary, and it needed to be executed with precision, so the cast and sound crew would be on the same page and in sync.

Dress rehearsals were more of a sigh in relief. It showcased everyone’s hard work and talent, but it was also a surreal moment because even though they worked and rehearsed every single day for this production, it still didn’t seem real. The few days of dress rehearsals hit the actors in the face because everything was coming together. Tal had let a few groups of people into the theatre to watch and give them a preview of the show so the cast had an audience to perform to during dress rehearsals.

And the moment everyone had been waiting for: Opening Night.

The audience was filling the theatre in as security ushered them to their seats. Some took a picture in front of the stage, the influencers held the Playbill program out in front of them, capturing the renaissance theme of the Broadway theatre to post on their Instagram story, and couples who were there for date night. Not to forget, the important journalists, who hyped this play up way before opening night, that were going to critique and judge all throughout the show; they were sitting in the mezzanine, only the best seats in the house as it provided a panoramic view of the entire stage, so they didn’t miss a thing. Broadway critics could be the most hurtful writers, and they have a way of letting people down in the most elegant and sophisticated way that made it seem like their words aren’t so bad.

Backstage was twice as chaotic as it was on the outside. Although everyone was quiet, humming and whispering the songs, the inside of their minds were driving them crazy. If someone outside of the production who didn't have anything to do with the play, walked into the room, they would immediately feel the tension bouncing off the walls and breaking the mirrors of the vanities.

Even though it was the first rotation that would be performing today, Luci still felt incredibly nervous because anything could happen. Daisy could get sick or not want to perform, so it would be Luci who would have to step in, unless Tal tells the understudy to. Aside from the nerves, she felt incredibly proud of everyone and her own hard work. Rehearsing for about five hours—sometimes she would stay longer just to get extra help—had tired her out, but she knew that once it was her turn to step on stage, the exhaustion and stress would be completely worth it, and that would be when she knew she made it.

Luci was in one of the dressing rooms, and she heard a knock as she was buttoning her shirt that was just for show when there was a zipper on the back of her top so it was easier to change when she was in a hurry. She opened the door, revealing Samuel.

“Hi,” he greeted, getting in the dressing room with her before he closed it behind him. The space was small, so the two were pressed up against one another. He placed a hand on her waist as the other rested against the wall behind her, leaning down to kiss her lips. “How are you?”

Luci smiled when he pulled away. “Good. You?” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Better, now.” He kissed the top of her head and Luci softly smiled, not used to the amount of PDA, even though they were somewhat in private.

Luci’s just as confused on how she was able to pull Samuel. After the first day of rehearsals when he caught up to her on the sidewalk and asked her to hangout, she found out that he was actually a really outgoing guy; she didn’t expect herself to laugh or actually enjoy herself when she said yes to his invitation.

After the first week of rehearsals, Tal had directed them to be more connected to their characters—to really feel what they’re feeling. This only enhanced their chemistry as love interests, making them closer. And on Wednesday evening, Samuel invited her over to his apartment. He knew what he wanted when he asked Luci to his place, and he really didn’t want to mess with her feelings, so he decided to be honest.

“Luci, listen. I just really want to fuck you,” he confessed straightforwardly, making Luci gulp. No one’s ever really admitted that fact to her, so it was quite surprising to hear as well as hot, if she was being honest. “I mean, I like you, of course I do. But I really don’t want a relationship right now, and we’re both stressed with rehearsals, so wanna fuck?”

He was right, she thought. She was stressed with rehearsals and the move, which she hadn’t even gotten the chance to buy proper furniture because she’s been so busy and also broke, so she could use a good fuck.

And she told him the same thing when she accepted his offer to hangout; she said, “Sure, why not.”

So, they’d been messing around ever since then—for the past five weeks. They had kept it on the downlow as he respected Luci’s wishes for not wanting to risk losing her first job on Broadway and have this ‘affair’ affect getting more roles. Samuel reassured her that people date and mess around off stage all the time—Luci raised her brows in suspicion since it was not his first rodeo—but he still kept the affection to a minimum when they were around people, no matter how difficult it was for him.

He leaned down to kiss her neck, leaving small kisses. “Hmm. Can’t wait to take you back to mine after tonight.” Samuel toyed with the zipper that was stitched on the back of her top.

“Yeah?” She smirked when he felt him nod against her.

He lightly nibbled her skin, making her softly gasp. “Gonna make you feel so good.” As lovely as that sounded, she couldn’t risk getting caught in the dressing room, so she pushed him away, earning a small groan that came out of his mouth.

“How about you save that for next week when it’s our actual opening night?” She said seductively, biting her lip as she refrained from laughing at his eager state.

“Fine, if you say so. Just know that you’re missing out tonight.” He teased, giving her a peck to her lips before quickly slipping out of the dressing room before anyone saw him.

Luci looked in the mirror, fixing her hair and taking a deep breath to rid the warmth of her cheeks that Samuel caused. Once she was presentable, smoothing out the creases of her costume, she headed out and heard that there was ten minutes until showtime.

Everyone was running around with a small flashlight that guided them through the dark backstage. The cast were getting last minute adjustments to their costume and makeup, a last minute run-through with their lines, and warming their vocals up as some of the technical crew were taping a small microphone to the side of their cheek.

The second rotation cast stayed back, hanging out for moral support for the main cast as it was a huge night for them. Luci was somewhat glad that she wasn’t part of the first cast because she felt like she could still use a lot of work in some scenes, so she had at least a week to get those scenes perfect.

As the crew walked back, Luci could hear the crew talk to one another through their headset, asking one another if things were set and if everyone was ready to go; the seats were mostly filled, just a few empty seats that were waiting to be filled by the people who were running late.

“Ready.”

“All set.”

“Alright, everyone, it’s showtime.”

The lights went down for a brief minute and a half, making sure the theatre was quiet from people being excited and startled when the room had gone dark, and then the red velvet curtains were pulled to the sides of the stage and the sheer screen was lifted. The orchestra began to play a soft melody as the opening scene started in Dreamland Bar.

Despite having seen the play multiple times during rehearsals and rehearsing it herself, she was in awe as she watched her cast members in action—true action with an audience in front of them and a very bright light that was shining directly on them. Luci had seen many Broadway productions, but getting to watch it from the side of the stage and actually being part of the production was just something so surreal to her.

The final scene was coming to an end; the orchestra intensified their music, the lights dimmed, the curtain closed, and the audience clapped—most of the room had given Miss Saigon a standing ovation. The curtain opened once more and the cast ran out to wave and blow kisses at the audience as the volume increased once it had gotten to Daisy Beck, the icon herself.

And just like that, five weeks of rehearsals and devotion, opening night was over. Luci couldn’t wait until next week because she could practically see the thrill and adrenaline that radiated off of her co-worker’s face, and that was a feeling she had been anticipating for.

Luci hugged the cast, congratulating them on their special, opening night. Everyone took pictures and videos with one another as they held bouquets of flowers.

“Daisy!” Luci called out once she approached her. Daisy turned around to be met with Luci’s arms wide open. She gave an emotionless smile, half-hugging Luci shortly as she only leaned her upper body against her but pulled away very quickly. “You did such an amazing job. I was so in awe of you on stage!” Luci exclaimed excitedly.

“Thank you.” Just like any other actor, no matter how much someone despised a person, they always took the compliment no matter what; it helped their egos grow in size, especially if it was from someone they couldn’t stand.

“You’re truly so magnificent up there…” As Luci was talking, Daisy’s eyes averted towards the corner where Samuel was standing; he was talking with some of the girls that played strippers at the club in the show. His eyes looked up, meeting Daisy’s eyes before he smirked and brought his attention back to the girls. The corner of her lip turned up, smirking as she felt herself blush from Samuel’s look.

Daisy and Samuel had some history together in the past. They go way back, all the way back to five years ago when they had roles in Chicago on Broadway. Just like any other cast members, they took a liking towards each other, and eventually got quite close. They both thought that their feelings were plain lust, but it was more of an emotional connection, so they tried being together and it lasted for a while until there were scandals and rumors going around that Daisy had been taking drugs just because she was seen partying with Samuel. The rumors eventually caught up to her, making her skin crawl and blood boil. So, she needed to be selfish and called it quits with him because her career was her pride and joy, and it was the most important thing to her at the time when she was just twenty-two.

When Daisy found out that Samuel was on board as the cast in Miss Saigon, she was absolutely thrilled because her feelings for him had never dissolved. And the main reason why she was annoyed with Luci on her first day was because she knew that Samuel was going to take a liking towards Luci, which he did; and now, Daisy was aggravated because she wanted her man back but he was too busy occupying himself with Luci.

Daisy looked back at Luci, pretending to pay attention to what she was saying. Luckily, someone had politely interrupted them, asking Daisy to do an interview with one of the journalists that critiqued the show, which she was ecstatic about.

When the theatre was empty, everyone left to go to an after party, which was at a posh cocktail lounge—a ten minute walk from the theatre and quite close to Central Park South—so everyone decided to walk; the adrenaline they still had kept them warm in the thirty six degree weather. It was quite late since they left the theatre at around eleven, so Luci decided that she wouldn’t stay long since her commute back home was still further than some of her co-workers.

The lounge was on the seventh floor of the W Hotel, and it screamed chic and expensive. It was separated into two open rooms, giving complete opposite vibes from each other. The more sophisticated and chic section of the room was filled with grey suede, cushioned sofa chairs with clean glass coffee tables placed in between those chairs. A black grand piano sat in the corner of the room with a large vase of fresh pink lilies and a few vanilla scented candles that were spread across the top of the piano. On one side of the wall were three semi-private booths with cushioned walls and a hexagon-shaped booth with LED lights surrounding the shape.

The second room, however, was where the full bar was. Something that caught Luci’s, and most people’s, attention was the bright sign that covered the entire wall behind the bar top and the bottles of alcohol. The light blue and red colored lights illuminated the entire section of the room. The bar room had the same type of sofas and tables with a chill-beat type of music that played through the speakers.

Peter, who played the first ‘Chris,’ had ordered everyone tequila shots; which naturally, made everyone happy as they cheered. Luci couldn’t remember the last time she went to the bar with some friends and completely enjoyed herself; all that had been on her mind before the move was the move itself, auditioning for the play, and her anxieties that came with moving to a city where she knew no one. So, a shot of tequila was very rewarding for her first proper night out in New York City.

“To a successful opening night! We’re gonna be back here when the second rotation gets their spotlight.” Peter saluted as everyone clinked their shot glasses together; Nina took a video of her and Luci to post on her Instagram story with Luci’s username and the longue tagged in the corner before downing the toxic liquid down their throats.

Everyone talked amongst themselves when Samuel placed his hand on Luci’s thigh. She quickly turned her head towards him, subtly pushing his hand off of it. He met her eyes, smirking and tilted his head as if he was saying that they should go into the bathroom, but Luci shook her head no, denying his silent request. Samuel rolled his eyes, averting his attention on the rest of the group, and Luci didn’t miss the way he shifted farther from her on the couch.

Luci was four shots in and she felt a slight buzz run through her head. The waiters were placing more drinks down on their table, but Luci knew she needed to get home, so she decided to call it a night and say her goodbyes to the group. She knew everyone lived relatively close to the theatre and the longue, so she didn’t expect anyone to take the subway with her so late in the night. What she did expect was for Samuel to offer her to spend the night or even walk her to the train station, but he simply waved at her, no private hug or kiss goodbye. So, she left without another word and walked over to the 57th Street Station and took the F Train down to Rockefeller Center where she had to get off and transfer over to the M Train that would take her towards Middle Village-Metropolitan Avenue, and eventually, home.

On the train, Luci busied herself with a word search that was downloaded on her phone, afraid that she might end up falling asleep on the subway, until the subway stopped at the station she needed to get off at and walked home.

The click of her heeled boots were quite loud against the wooden floor in the hallway that led to her front door. She lugged her tote bag on her shoulder, fumbling with her keys until she got to her doorstep. Briefly glancing at the neighbor’s door right across from her before turning her back towards it and opening her own, the door behind her suddenly opened.

Luci quickly turned around, expecting her cute and attractive neighbor, but instead, revealed a woman with red hair, hurriedly putting her coat on. The woman smiled at her, and for a moment, Luci thought she was on the wrong floor, but behind the woman was Harry in a black long sleeve sweater and khaki flared pants. His chocolate brown hair had looked like he ran his fingers through it so many times that it sat effortlessly messy, but Luci didn’t know that the red-haired lady had done it for him.

She was quite in shock to see him, even though she’d known he lived right across from her. For the time she had been living in New York, she’d barely even gotten a glimpse of him; either their schedules weren't aligned or he was avoiding her. It wasn’t like she was trying to catch him when he walked out of his apartment or in the elevator—maybe she was—but a few neighborly chats were all that she wanted.

“Hi,” Luci greeted once the woman rounded the corner and away from both of their attentions.

“Hey, Luci.” Harry softly smiled.

They both stood in their entryways, awkwardly staring at one another as they didn’t know what else to say. The neighborly chats had gone so much better in her head, and she was mentally rolling her eyes at herself for freezing up so suddenly.

But luckily, Harry broke the silence.

“Long night?”

Luci smiled. “Yeah, kind of. Just came from an afterparty.”

“Hmm, what was the party for?” Harry raised his chin, puckering his lips slightly. Luci glanced down at his lips, observing how naturally pink they were, or if the lady’s lipstick had transferred over to his.

She was quite surprised that he was still carrying the conversation, or maybe he was just as nosy as she was.

“It was for Miss Saigon, the play on Broadway. Today was our official opening night.” She fiddled with her fingers, completely leaning her side against the doorframe.

Harry slightly nodded. “I’d have to watch it sometime.”

Now, that brightened Luci up, almost sobering her. She beamed at him, and Harry couldn’t deny the slight blush that appeared on his face once she so stunningly smiled at him. He pursed his lips, refraining from smiling so widely just from the mere sight of her grin.

“Yes, please do!” He smiled at her excitement before nodding his head.

A few awkward seconds passed, and Luci had the need to lie down after the day that she had. So, she sat straight up from her leaning position, placing her hand where she was resting to balance herself. “Well, I should get some rest.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He stood up straight as well, taking a step back into his apartment as his hand held the door handle. “Sleep well, Luci.”

“You too, Harry. Goodnight.” A yawn took over her and she covered her mouth instantly. “Oh, Harry?” She called out, catching him before he closed the door. He raised his brows, her voice stopped him from shutting the door. “Maybe we could hang out sometime? I could use some friends and you seem really nice,” she suggested.

Maybe it was the slightest buzz that was wearing off, making her have the need to use up all the rest of the confidence she could gather up in her body and spew out the suggestion.

But whatever it was, she was glad that she did because Harry answered, “I’d like that.” She gave him a lazy smile, eyes drooping, and Harry knew that she needed to sleep.

After another bid goodnight, the neighbors both closed their doors for a night’s rest, but not before they both smiled into their pillow and replayed their conversation over and over in their head.

April 29, 2017

It was Saturday evening when Luci walked into the Broadway Theatre with the biggest smile she’d ever made in her life. Ignoring the nerves, she was back in the chaos and nervous tension the large theatre held for her very first Broadway show.

She spent the entire day preparing herself just so everything went smoothly. Her alarm woke her up at 7:30 a.m so she could take a walk around the neighborhood for a fresh start to her day. The sky started out as gloomy while the sun was just waking up as well; and the parts of the neighborhoods that she passed were quiet—the only thing that was heard were the honking cars over the birds flapping their wings above her—since it was the weekend and everyone loved sleeping in on the weekend.

Luci was still discovering new things, such as stores, dining, and secret passageways while her Nike running shoes padded against the cement of the sidewalk; that's what she loved about New York—there was always something new she’d discover in this city, and it was a never ending journey that never failed to make her gasp and giddy.

She stopped at a smoothie place before walking back to her apartment; and when she got to her front door, she looked at Harry’s, which she seemed to make a habit out of every time she walked in and out of her apartment, and she wondered if he was awake at this time—he seemed like a morning person, she thought. She debated knocking on his door before she left to go to the theatre to tell her that she was finally performing tonight, but she decided against it, wanting to hang out with him at some place else rather than her workplace.

After making herself a breakfast to go along with her drink, she took a shower and made sure to take extra care of her skin and body since today was such an important day for her; she wanted to feel good so she could look good, especially for tonight.

In between brunch hours, her mother called, making her squeal.

“Hello, mother!” She couldn’t contain her excitement over the phone.

“Oh, hi, My Lucky! How are you?” Luci could hear the bustling street through the phone as they walked through the city. Ren and Beatrice had flown into New York to watch her on stage as promised; Nathan was planning to fly into the city after work as well. Luci offered to pick them up at the airport, which required a car that she didn’t have, but they decided against it, knowing that she had a specific routine before a show and they didn’t want to interfere with that pattern.

“Oh, y’know, just doing nothing. Boring, plain, old me,” she joked, making Beatrice chuckle.

“How’re you handling your nerves?”

Beatrice always knew that inside the confident exterior that Luci had always presented herself with, there was still a shy and nervous girl that was always so hard on herself.

“I’m okay, Ma. More excited than nervous, I think, but y’know, once it’s minutes away from showtime, I’m gonna be a nervous mess,” Luci stated honestly, nibbling on the corner of her lip. She got herself comfortable on her forest green sofa that turned into a bed, and draped the tan, soft plush blanket over her legs. Her apartment was finally coming together, and she was thankful for her few days off of work so she could make her apartment feel like home.

“I know you’ll do great. Plus, all of us are gonna be in the crowd supporting you.” Beatrice encouraged her. “Anyways, I can’t walk and talk at the same time, especially when we’re walking through people, but I just wanted to check up on you. So, I’ll let you go and we’ll see you later! Oh, your father says hi and that he loves you. Bye, my star. Shine your heart.”

Her mother always talked like she was in a hurry, but it never failed to make Luci smile—it was as if Luci was listening to a voicemail, or remembered a fond memory, or looking at a photograph; Beatrice was a timeless treasure, Ren would say.

The rest of the day went by smoothly; Luci mostly watched some television on her iPad since she didn’t have a TV yet, caught up on some reading, and lightly went through her lines and quietly sang the songs. Once it hit 3:30, she was out the door and on the subway by 3:45.

When she walked into the dressing room where everyone was getting ready, her cast members looked at her warily with sympathetic eyes. Luci was confused, but she figured that everyone was just nervous, so she sat down at her vanity and was surprised to see Daisy sitting next to her. She thought that Daisy wouldn’t be here for Luci’s opening night and she was more surprised to see that Daisy was getting ready as she didn’t just want to stand on the sidelines, waiting for Luci to screw up to step right in.

“Hey,” Luci greeted with a smile, but Daisy simply ignored her, going back to do her makeup. Luci slightly frowned but shrugged it off before she sat down.

A few moments later, Tal came into the dressing room.

“Luci,” she called out, making her look up into the mirror, meeting Tal’s eyes. “Can we talk for a minute?” Luci nodded, eyes slightly widening like she was a deer in headlights. She followed Tal out of the dressing room and into a more private room down the hall.

She crossed her arms as a breeze passed by, sending a chill down Luci’s skin and she wished she had grabbed her jacket on the way out. “What’s up?”

Tal took a deep breath, not knowing how to break the news to her newest cast member. “So, there’s been a change for tonight,” she started, and Luci wondered if Samuel wasn’t going to play Chris tonight but instead, Peter or the understudy, Michael. Tal looked up, thinking about her words carefully and how to say her words as gently as possible. “Daisy is gonna perform tonight.”

She wished she hadn’t spoken so soon on how smoothly her day was going.

Luci stared at her mindlessly, blinking a few times. She felt like she was hearing things or dreaming, like her words hadn’t processed correctly in her brain. But when Tal was giving her a certain look of guilt, that was when Luci knew that her mind wasn’t making anything up.

“W-What?”

“I know it was supposed to be your night to perform, but Daisy said that she wanted to perform tonight…” Luci could tell that Tal was holding back on more information. “She said that she doesn’t feel like she needed to rest, so she’s gonna perform every night until she says so.”

Tears were forming over Luci’s eyes and it suddenly became difficult for her to see or hear. She curled her lips into her mouth, refraining a sob that was settling in the base of her throat.

“She knows, right? That it’s my night to perform?”

Tal nodded. “Yeah, she knows quite clearly. I even reminded her, and we got into this argument; she basically told me to choose between her and you, and-”

“It’s okay,” Luci interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest of that sentence because she knew that Tal had chosen Daisy, which she didn’t blame Tal for doing because why would anyone choose between the face of Broadway and some actress that no one even knows about? Tal knew that she didn’t have any power over Daisy even though it was Tal’s show and she was the stage director.

“Luci, I’m sorry. You’re free to go home though, if anyone is gonna step in, then it’ll be Wendy.” Daisy told Tal that she’d rather have the understudy step into her place if anything happened, and who was Tal to say no to her?

Luci nodded sadly, putting her head down for a moment before she looked up. Tal had the same look Luci had on her face because Tal genuinely felt bad that this had to happen. Luci walked away and back into the dressing room to once again, meet everyone’s dreadful stare. She grabbed her belongings, and Daisy pretended to not notice that Luci was there.

She felt a surge of anger running through her body as she looked at Daisy, and she was not one to let things happen to her without defending herself. What she was going to do could possibly cause Luci her job and maybe any role that she comes across her path because that’s how much power Daisy had, but the power Daisy exposed and portrayed didn’t make her any more powerful than she thought it did.

“If you’re the reason that’s depriving me of my job, then how about you tell me that. Don’t have people doing that for you because if you really wanted me out of the show, then you would’ve told that to my face right when you met me.” Daisy continued looking into the mirror, but she was alert to Luci’s words. Everyone in the room was silent, listening to the confrontation happening right in front of them. “Just sitting there and not having the urge to look me in the eye and tell me yourself is just downright cowardness.”

Without another word, Luci left the room, passing by Nina on the way out, asking if she was okay and Luci muttered ‘Yeah, fine’ before huffing out a sarcastic laugh and walking out of the theatre. She felt bad for giving her friend such a cold and short attitude, and she only hoped Nina understood why she was acting that way.

Suddenly, everything felt very…loud. On the outside, there were honking cars, people shouting at those road ragers, and the harsh wind that blew through her ears. All of that contributed to the loud thoughts running through her head, the disappointment of her hopes had made her feel dizzy, and the heartache of her crushed dreams had made her heart sink. Everything had gone smoothly up until now, and she hated herself for thinking this was all too good to be true.

Luci clutched at her chest as if she was holding her heart in the palm of her hand, signaling it to slow down its erratic beating because she couldn’t keep up. If she had felt heartbreak in the past by dumb boys who didn’t know how to treat her right, the pain that she felt did not compare to having her dream being crushed and ripped away from her in the split of a second.

Sure, she may be dramatic in that moment, but it was everything that she was feeling and it was a valid feeling. She felt like the world was against her and she was perplexed on how to operate this minor section of her life.

“Luci?” Through the midst of her chaotic and saddened mind, the voice that called her sounded quite familiar. She turned around, finding Harry standing a distance away from her before he walked forward.

“Harry…” Her tone was calm as she breathed out a sigh of relief, but her exhale was staggered. Tears glossed over her eyes, making her neighbor and the bright lights blurry, only seeing colored spots until she blinked and her vision cleared up as the tears streamed down her face.

“I thought it was you. Aren’t you—oh.” Harry was interrupted by the collision of her body as she wrapped her arms around his waist, loudly sobbing in his chest. Usually, she wasn’t like this; she wasn’t one to cry in front of people or show any emotion that she was truly hurt—it just wasn’t her. But she could no longer pretend like the events that happened prior didn't happen, and she really needed some comfort, a hug, anything.

Luci felt his hesitancy when his arms wrapped around her body, and she felt bad for hugging him without permission, but her comfort had taken priority. When he eventually did take her fragile and shaking body in his arms, it did everything she was looking for justice. The embrace was warm, even when it was cold and windy out; the hug seemed to have warmed both of them up. A sense of safety, and a complete sigh of relief came to mind where Luci felt like she could take a breather for a slight moment. His strong, muscular arms wrapped so perfectly around her that Harry felt like it was him who needed this hug instead of her, but he wouldn’t admit that because she was clearly being vulnerable in front of him, despite just talking less than a handful of times.

She pulled away, and he suddenly missed the warmth of her body for a split second before his attention turned to her wiping her tears away.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked concerningly.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for just hugging you out of nowhere, I-I should’ve asked.” Harry stared deeply in her eyes, and even in the state that she was in, her eyes were still bright; the lucidity of the bright lights outside of the theatre sparkled in her eyes, and it made him smile at how beautiful she looked even when she was crying.

He snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that he hadn't answered her yet. “No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. Just…are you okay?” His concern for her made her feel slightly better.

“I’m good now. Uh, thank you for the hug,” she said bashfully; he gave her a soft smile, nodding his head. “W-What are you up to tonight?”

“Oh, uh,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I actually came to watch the play. You mentioned you were in it right?”

Luci’s expression softened. “You came to see me?” She felt like she could cry all over again at the fact that he was at Broadway Theatre to see her perform; her heart flipped instantly. Harry nodded, placing his hands in his black pinstripe trousers. “Well, it’s a good thing you caught me out here before you went in because you’d be disappointed to not see me when the show starts.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, tilting his head to the side like a lost puppy. “It’s a long story…if you have time?”

Immediately, Luci knew she wanted to keep spending time with him, and she hoped he felt the same. Plus, she was in a vulnerable state, and she needed someone to be with her.

Harry was hesitant at first, but he realized that she probably needed to vent to someone, so he responded, “Yeah, sure.”

She smiled softly, wiping the excess tears off her face before walking further away from the theatre; Luci texted her parents and brother in the family group chat saying: not performing tonight :( so I won't be at the theatre. I'll explain later. Seconds later, they blew up her phone with a thread of ‘WHAT?!’ and naturally, Nathan sent a series of curses, making Beatrice scold him in the chat for his language.

Harry and Luci walked until they landed on a Burger & Fry joint near Times Square. The sound of food made her mouth water, especially after crying; she needed to replenish and hydrate herself.

The two sat in a pink leather booth; the restaurant had a decent amount of people for a Friday night because the volume of chatter was heard over the music blaring through the speaker. It was a somewhat retro-themed diner with checkered flooring, a jukebox in the corner for show, and the wardrobe the employees were wearing; it was a fun and cool vibe.

Harry and Luci felt a bit awkward; they both weren’t expecting to end up in a diner together when they were supposed to be inside the theatre. They both avoided eye contact, looking around the very pink restaurant before a waitress arrived at their table and took their order.

From what Luci could tell, Harry was a quiet and shy guy, but that was just an observable trait, which was half-correct. But the only reason why he was shy was because Harry was closed off and didn’t let too many people in, so sitting down with Luci at a diner—someone he'd only spoken with a couple of times—was very new to him.

He fiddled with his rings—her personal favorite was the square Ruby gemstone with a gold band—and she knew that she needed to say something quick before he'd never talk to her again.

“So, Harry, can I ask what you do for a living?” His head propped up from looking at the bubbles from his soda in his Coca Cola glass cup.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m a middle school teacher. I teach Language Arts.”

“Fun! How long have you been teaching?” Luci placed her elbows on the table, interlocking her fingers as she rested her chin on her hands, giving him her full attention.

“For about eight months.” He told her the basics of his life, not voluntarily, but because Luci asked an abundance of questions and was genuinely interested in his life.

She learned that he was from Manchester where his sister and mother live and his father lived in Birmingham. He has a cat, which his mom had been taking care of ever since he left to go to college in America. He went to UCLA, becoming a double major in English and Education, which led him to wanting to become a teacher in the midst of essays and research. He decided to stay in America, ending up in New York for the change of scenery (Luci could tell there was more to that story than he led on), and was fortunate enough to get a job at East Side Middle School in Manhattan.

Harry also mentioned that the four stacks of grading piles had gone down to one, finally being able to have a Friday night free, so he wanted to watch the play. Luci’s lips twitched up, but she curled her lips into her mouth, suppressing a large smile into a small one as she thanked him for wanting to spend his free time watching the show.

He’d never talked that much, Harry thought. In between his stories and facts about himself, the food had arrived and Luci was still asking him questions. It wasn’t like he minded; he appreciated Luci being so attentive and interested in his life as a way to make small talk and make friends, but those were just the basics that he would tell anyone if they asked.

Harry then asked how long she’d been acting for and on Broadway. Luci told him that her career started when she was six and had been acting ever since. She shared her aspirations and dreams; becoming part of Broadway was her first dream, which she somewhat achieved, and Hollywood was her next stop whenever the time was right. Harry poured the same energy she did, asking questions and interacting with her answers to those questions.

Her mood seemed to decline as she explained why she was outside of the theatre crying.

“It just felt like she ripped my dream from me and ripped it apart. I-I don’t even know when I’m gonna get my chance to perform.” Her lips turned downwards as she felt a new set of tears glaze her eyes, but she pushed them back, not wanting to cry again.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sure it’ll be soon, and whenever that happens, I’ll be there to see you perform on your opening night,” Harry said genuinely; and Luci felt like she could cry all over again, not because of the destruction of her dream that happened in two minutes, but because Harry was possibly one of the sweetest guys she’s ever met.

He surprised himself with his words, but he meant them. Throughout their conversations and getting to know one another, he felt himself relax a bit more, shoulders slumping. He realized that Luci was a very ambitious and motivated woman, making him admire her quality traits; she was also very easy to talk to, slightly chuckling at a joke that she made because he appreciated badly-made jokes since he made them himself. But maybe he’ll bring out the jokes another time when they hang out again.

After an hour of staying at the diner and chatting with their table completely cleaned off besides the last-minute decision to order milkshakes, they finally decided to head home. They split the bill—only because it was fair and this unexpected night wasn’t a date—before they got on the subway towards home. They sat on opposite sides of each other, which Luci wasn’t expecting, but when Luci got on the subway cart and took her seat, Harry sat right across from her.

Once they both reached their respective doors, they gave each other a small smile before mimicking each other’s actions as they turned the key and opened their doors at the same time. Taking one step in, they turned around, standing in their doorways just like all the other times they’d bid their goodbyes to one another.

“Thank you for tonight, Harry. I really appreciate you being there for me, even if you didn’t have to.” Luci said, leaning against the doorframe.

He nodded. “You’re welcome. Thank you for a great night as well. I had fun.” His statement made her face lighten up. “Well, goodnight, Luci.” He walked further into his apartment as did she, and she softly waved at him before they closed their doors.

Despite not performing tonight, her night with Harry wouldn’t have happened if the unfortunate events were fortunate.

And that was the most positive thing that came out of tonight, and she was really focusing on the positives now.

come talk to me about your feelings, thoughts, and favorite moments! thank you for reading <3 next chapter will be posted next saturday!

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mossyscavern · 2 years ago

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Is it exorcism or witchcraft?

Honestly? I kinda want to see Sam as a male witch so... I’m gonna go with sam pretending to be a priest/preacher.

Warning: it’s long

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When sam was younger he’d always wanted to learn about alchemy and witchcraft.

The thrill of practicing runes and glyphs, potions, herbs and plants, and focusing your energy to feel serene? He’s down for those lessons.

But he doesn’t want anyone outside his family calling him a freak or burn him at the stake for putting a ‘curse’ on the town, so he took the time to schedule a few days to become a preacher so he can study alchemy and witchcraft in secret.

It was going very well until father James assigned him to exorcise a very haunted theatre that’s been experiencing paranormal activity, instead of exorcising the haunted abandoned theatre he’ll try and bargain with the spirit to leave this place the only way he knows how.

So instead he used salt, herbs, crystals and candles to summon them. He was very shocked to see that it had not only worked but he recognised the two spirits very well because of the masks and clothing they both wore before they went missing.

Sam couldn’t believe it, in all his studies on witchcraft and alchemy he didn’t think communicating with the dead would actually work.

“So... you’re not a preacher..? Or a priest?” The comedic masked spirit asked. “That is correct.” Sam answered. “Oh thank god.”

The comedic masked spirit said while the other breathed a big sigh of relief.

“For a minute I thought they were desperate.” The other masked spirit whispered. “Although I’m here to make an offer for both of you.”

The red head said, the twins both turned to each other and back at the other male. “What kind of offer?” The comedic masked spirit asked as he stood in front of the other masked spirit in a protective stance.

“I’ll find you both somewhere else to haunt without separating you two and you won’t be bothered anymore.” Sam offered.

“Hmmm... Tom, what do you think?” The comedic masked spirit asked, Tom pondered about it and nodded, then whispered in his brother’s ear. “Yeah, me too.” The spirit said, he turned towards the red head. “We agree under one condition, you show us witchcraft and alchemy.” Sam blinked, he shrugged and agreed with their deal.

He placed two masks on the pentagram for the two spirits, both of them possessing the masks they were bound to wear. He picked up the masks, placed them into his satchel and left the damaged building, he sent a text to father Edwards telling him to tell James he’s not feeling up to the task yet so he clocked off early, this is a secret sam is keeping to himself, no one needs to know..

Not even his friends and family.

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Yeah... i got carried away, I sort of wrote a few scenarios that didn’t go well and I sort of went f#ck it Sam is a witch now, but not a very powerful one... ok now I want to make an owl house au.

@vinehasnohopeleft gave me a prompt and I gave them a prompt, but I kind of overstepped and now I just made Sam a witch instead of following the prompt’s directions... so yeah. And thank you again @vinehasnohopeleft for the prompt

#wick 2015 #wick hellbent games #wick horror game #wick sam #wick tom #wick tim #wick au #writing #fanfic #I had forgotten to do the tags when posting this #sorry

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show-choir-gal · 3 years ago

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How You Two Meet - Dead Poets Society Preference

Masterlist of Masterlists

Guide: Y/N: Your Name Y/F/N: Your First Name Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings: Mentions of death in Gerard's

Neil Perry: You met when you both auditioned for a play at a community theatre Audition day has arrived, but Neil was more nervous than ever. The boys accompanied him into the theatre just in case something were to go wrong. Neil was reading over the audition lines, which come from Romeo and Juliet. The boys were really hyping Neil up in the back of the theatre until an older man came up on stage and got everyone's attention. "Attention everyone. Thank you for coming out for the auditions for Antony and Cleopatra. I truly believe we will have a wonderful cast for such a great Shakespearean tragedy. Ladies, please hand my assistant your paperwork and line up for your audition. You will perform your monologue onstage by yourself and then you will exit and take a seat. We will have a brief break and then begin with the men. Break a leg." He said as he exited the stage and sat in his seat next to the assistant he mentioned previously. One after the other, girls performed their monologues and the boys gawked. But then you got onstage and the group of boys just stopped dead in their tracks. "Hello, I am Y/F/N Y/L/N and I will be auditioning for Cleopatra." You performed your monologue of Juliet II ii 85 with all the passion and strive you could muster. Once you finished you had a standing ovation. You bowed and sat next to a girl you befriended at the audition. The girl auditions finished up and you all went on a brief break so the boys could prepare. "Neil, if you don't go after her, I will" Charlie said cheekily as he elbowed his friend. "That was the most beautiful and talented girl I have ever seen." Neil said as he looked in your direction across the room. It was soon the boys turn and one by one they went across the stage and performed, and then appeared Neil. "I'm Neil Perry and I will be auditioning for Antony." He performed his heart out, reciting Romeo III iii 33. He sat down right behind you. When all the auditions were officially over, the director came on the stage once more, "Brava ladies and gentlemen. Those were some amazing auditions and my assistant and I will have a hard time deciding the roles. This can take up to an hour so just be prepared. You were all amazing but remember that we have to make decisions. See you all in an hour or so."Just as the director and assistant left to deliberate on the casting, Neil turned towards his group of friends who were all enthusiastically giving him 'thumbs ups'. Neil smiled and turned back around. Suddenly you turned to the boy behind you. "Neil, is it?" "Uh, yeah I'm Neil. And you're Y/F/N, right?" "Yup! I wanted to let you know you were amazing up there! I was really invested. You have a promising career as an actor, I can't wait to work with you." You said with a smile as you turned back to the girl next to you and started chatting up a storm. Neil's heart melted at the thought of just simply being around you.

Todd Anderson: You were chilling in Mr.Keating's classroom because he's your dad You were sitting in a desk in the middle of your dads classroom, discussing some novels and plays before his students showed up for the class. You and your dad were discussing the interesting aspects tagged along with Franz Kafka's "The Metamorphosis" when you were suddenly interrupted by a few boys entering the room. "Don't mind them, they like to come early." Your dad said as he waved the boys into the classroom with a smile. "How was Death of A Salesman, Mr.Keating?" Neil asked, knowing he went to see the play over the weekend. "Oh magnificent Mr.Perry. I do wish I could've brought you boys with me but I had some great company with me either way." Your dad as he shot you a smile. "Oh did you bring a lady friend with you?" Knox asked but as soon as those rolled off his tongue you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "We keep forgetting about this doll in Todd's seat. Who are you darling?" Charlie asked as he looked from Todd to you and winked. Your dad chimed in before you could get a word in, "That is Y/N. She's my daughter. We actually saw the show together." Charlie blushed and leaned back in his seat, trying and failing to make himself seem smaller. "Sweetheart, I know you had some rather bold opinions of the play. Also you can sit in the front so poor Mr.Anderson can sit down." Your dad said as he motioned to a desk near his desk. You looked back at Todd who was staring, he turned and blushed as your rose from the seat you were just occupying. "I am so sorry Todd." You replied as you got up and moved seats. Todd quickly sat down but started to stare again as you began to explain how you felt about the play you had seen with your father.

Charlie Dalton: Select girls are allowed to attend Welton, and you were chosen and played in the schools orchestra Welton was known for only letting in some of the best, and when they were letting up to 10 girls into the school for the very first time, your parents did not hesitate to make sure you got one of those spots. Top of your class, president and captain of several clubs and teams, and first chair in the saxophone section with several professional orchestras vying for your skill made Mr.Nolan not even hesitate to welcome you to the school. You walked into your first class of the day. which was English, with your bag on your back and your saxophone case in your hand. You walked in and everyone turned around and stared at you in awe. "Miss Y/L/N, I was wondering when you would be joining us! You can take the empty seat next to Mr.Dalton and tell us a little about yourself." Mr.Keating said with a smile as you made your way to the empty seat. "I'm Y/N, I transferred from a boarding school about an hour away from here. I am top of my class and I play first chair saxophone." "That's brilliant! I love seeing a bright, young mind in my presence. I see you have your instrument with you, would you liked to play something for us?" "Uhm, yeah I would love to." You replied with a smile as you took out your saxophone and assembled it and tuned it. "This is Flight of the Bumblebee, one of the most difficult songs to play on any instrument." "Do you need someone to hold your music?" Charlie asked, rather enthusiastically. "No thank you, I actually have the piece memorised." Charlie looked sad but immediately perked up when you started to play. You were so engrossed by playing you you didn't notice Charlie making heart eyes and melting as he stared at the beauty in front of him.

Steven Meeks: You're staying your uncle Keating at Welton for the year as a foreign exchange student You and Keating just finished the meeting with Mr.Nolan about the terms and conditions about your stay. It was early in the morning and Keating offered to make you a cup of tea before classes were supposed to start, you agreed and stayed in Keating's classroom. It was supposed to be about another 45 minutes before classes began, so you popped a Beatles album into the record player and was just sitting at Keating's desk and absorbed the atmosphere of an American classroom. You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" as you waited for you uncle to come back to the classroom. You heard some robust laughter come closer to the room and you recognised it as your uncles but there were other voices you didn't recognise. You looked up from the book as soon as the laughter was in the classroom. Your uncle entered with two students by his side, he gave you your cup of tea and looked at the boys. "Mr.Pitts and Mr.Meeks, this is my niece Y/F/N. She's an exchange student from England this year. Can you boys help her around during the day so she doesn't get too lost?" Keating asked with a smile. Both boys were starstruck by the girl in front of them, but Steven was falling in love by the moment. Gerard snapped out of the fit first and elbowed Steven to get his attention back to the real world. "Of course I can Mr.Keating." Steven stumbled out, Gerard just facepalmed as you looked at your uncle and both of you chuckled. Steven finally noticed the music playing, and he may not listen to music all that often but he didn't recognise. "I really like this song, who sings it?" Steven asked shyly. Your eyes went wide open and your mouth went agape, "Do they not have The Beatles here in the States?! Let me show you them, they're AMAZING!" You grabbed Steven's hand and led him over to the record player. Keating looked at you two and back at Gerard with a smile, knowing that look better than any poet he's ever researched.

Richard Cameron: You two competed against one another several times during debate competitions First debate competition of the year was in a few hours. The two teams were in the respective classrooms preparing for the competition ahead. You had to go use the restroom so you excused yourself and walked over to where the restroom was located. You bumped into someone as you rounded the corner. "I am so sorry, I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" The boy asked. "Yeah I'm perfectly fine, just got a little spooked." You replied with a smile as you made eye contact with the boy in front of you, you blushed. He stuck his hand out with a smile, "Richard Cameron, Welton Academy." You returned the smile and took his hand, "Y/F/N Y/L/N, Hamilton Academy. I look forward to seeing you on the debate court." You shook his hand as you winked and walked toward the bathroom.

Knox Overstreet: You tutor his sister back at home Knox was coming home today, his parents told you that before they left to pick him up and bring him home. You were tutoring his younger sister in English and geography. She wasn't bad by any means, but her parents always believed she could do better. You never pushed her too far because she would always reiterate that she is doing the very best she can. You knew how it was to be pushed passed your breaking point and you would never want to do that to a student you tutor. You two took a break and the front door flung open and the sound of teenage boy filled the hallway. He immediately went upstairs and put his stuff away as his parents came into the kitchen to ask how their daughter was doing. In the middle of the conversation Knox came into the kitchen as well. He immediately stopped in his tracks as he made eye contact with you, you blushed as soon as he smiled. "My my, Knox Overstreet, I hadn't seen you since you started attending Welton. You look dashing if I may say so, growing into a fine young man." You said with a smile. "Wow Y/F/N, you look beautiful yourself. Going to be an amazing woman one day." He said as blushed back at you. "Maybe, Y/N, if you're not too busy you could tutor Knox as well. Make sure he doesn't lose his muster during break." His father chimed in. His sister came in unexpectedly and said, "I think he just needs a tutor in general, I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than him." This earned a chuckle from everyone and a blush from Knox and you shot an empathetic glance his way

Gerard Pitts: You met when you were forced to attend Welton by your father, Mr.Nolan, because your grades were slipping "You are attending Welton and that is final, young lady." Your father practically spat at you. You got up in a huff as he escorted you to your English class. "Mr.Nolan, what brings you in here for today?" Mr.Keating asked with his usual smile. He practically shoved you into the classroom, "This is my daughter Y/N. She's going to be attending here because her grades slipped too low for my standards elsewhere. Don't go easy on her." Mr.Keating shot you an empathetic glance, "You may sit next to Mr.Pitts. And rest assured Mr.Nolan, I will help whip her into shape in no time." Mr.Keating motioned to the empty chair with a smile. You walked to the empty seat and sat down. Gerard could not take his eyes off you. Mr.Keating had everyone work on a poem as he came over to your desk to ask you if everything was alright. Gerard was tuning in. "I don't know anymore My mum didn't even want me to come here. I got one C because my friend passed away and suddenly it's the end of the world for my father. You'd think he would care a little more since I'm his only child, you know?" You ranted, letting a single tear roll down your face. Gerard immediately noticed and got a tissue and gave it to you. "Thank you that was really sweet." You said with a shy smile. "Well, I can't let a pretty girl cry when I'm around." He said with a smile filled with empathy.

#dead poets society #dps #dps preference #dead poets society preference #preferences #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #richard cameron #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #show-choir-gal

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