#voice director: so then he drops to his knees and screams. obviously you got to put a lot of emotion into it. you think you can do that?

[shitpostingkats]

Is there anything we can give Dyne and Barrets' voice actors as thanks for That Scene? An award, mayhaps? A grand prize? An enthusiastic high five?

[muffindaddystyles]

LOST IN ITALY.

Where Harry's cute assistant gets lost in city of Italy and the thought of loosing her drives him bullocks.

Flatulent gust of breezy wind kept wiggling through Harry’s coffee lovelocks, sunshine bounces against his soft skin and his pink heart-shaped mouth stays puckered as he takes in the beauty of his surroundings with his cheek smashed over his wrist – which’s resting atop the rooftop of yacht and his head perks up puppy like when tufty giggles maroons in his ears.

He gazes his cute assistant from under his ray bans and skims back a timid smile when her face beams with glee, her cotton puffy sleeved sundress blows away from the breeze giving glimpses of her plump thighs and Harry sucks in a breath snapping his eyes away.

“Harry look s’beautiful!” She squeals taking another picture of landscape with her grandpa's vintage Yoshika camera and Harry just rumbles his lips, shrugs and slumps back, a lazy mumble of “mehhh” elicits past his lips.

She’s just so endearing, and cute and fucking adorable it’s hard for Harry to keep from not babying her.

When he first went to sets of My Policemen he considered her rather unprofessional, as everyone kept on finding her but it seemed like she vanished into thin air, turned out when Harry took a break in his cubby she was lighting up saffron and black scented candles, “Oh! Thought you’d like comin' back to nice smelling room —-- holy fudge .... by the way, me Y/N your new assistant for the meantime.” His all grumpiness defused into bunch of reverence for her.

She'd always beat him to bringing in brekkie and smoothies for him and her fellows, sometimes giving him the velvet muffins before he goes back home --- Harry became such a drooly lovey puppy for her that he decided to keep it stern from then.

He’s trying. He’s prolly gonna fail.

Y/N isn’t very immune to water trips and she was well aware that a sickness is coming – but so soon? She didn’t know that!

So, when she chokes onto nothing and then gags driving Harry into fritz. Harry tries to keep his balls in place and not panic because that’d just spill his secret and expose him.

He quickly facades himself under stoniness, “Christ! Y/N if you die on me —-,” Though, grabs her elbow lightly and walks her to the edge of the deck.

Y/n smacks his hand away. Glares him and grunts pushing her hair away aggressively, “Don’t tell me what to do I’ll die wherever the hell I want!” His pupils resembling to that of clashing waves of sea blows away comically as she huffs and pushes past him.

“Better die and ghost you for life.” She gags into her elbow again and he rushes to grab her hand, when she pulls away with a tut he rolls his eyes brings his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looks at her from under the brown sunnies, “Jeez just holdin' a hand, not gonna slip a ring, ‘s that what yer afraid of.”

“Just admit you’re desperate to hold my hand.” She smirks up at him and he cackles, then dims into nervous chuckles because oh fuck he’s getting caught red handed.

“No.” He mutters.

How much she resists not to pout and turn all fussy over his denial she ends up doing so and it’s his turn to smirk cheekily at her.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” He wiggles his finger at her and she grumbles folding her arms infront of her bosom and cranes her head to side, “I’m not mad.”

“Yer pretty face’s all screwed up, like you’re mad.” He nibbles at her and she glowers him --- sighing at last, the wisp of her hair falling in her eyes, her lips plush and glossy from sick.

“I’m perturbed, not mad.”

Then there’s an overrated pause of silence and heartbeats before Harry pokes her knee.

“You still look mad.” His face splits into a wide cheeky grin – showing his bunny teeth and she stands up hastily wobbling a little.

“’M’not mad! But I’ll be soon Harry Styles!!!!” She goes for smacking him at chest but he jerks back and sneaks his way out squealing annoyingly, “Mommy come save me from this feisty sea-creature.”

“You mean a mermaid?” She giggles.

“No. Frogfish.” He deadpans.

“I’m not talking to you ever again!” She cries out and turns away from him but he barks out a laugh --- riling her up is the most entertaining thing and seeing her make cute fussy faces another.

“’Kay, sorry! Wouldn’t do it again.” He toddles behind her and glides his forearm against her clavicles bringing her to his front, “Says this everytime!” She squirms pushing him away but he’s ten times stronger than her and even if she’s ... she’d want to spend some more time like this.

“Wouldn’t call ye' frogfish —-.. from now on.” She nods. Humming in agreement and he turns her, holding her from shoulders and looks down at her with glinting eyes and wide toothy mouth.

“How ‘bout blobfish? They look more funny.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Harry Styles!”

..

They were given a loft infront of the shore 10 minutes drive away from the shooting place and after fighting over who'll occupy the bed, bickering and pillow fighting over it and almost making it creaky loose bench Y/N went back to living room telling him that he snores so much, “Sorry but ‘m too sensitive to piggy snorey noises – better sleep outside.” He was fuming and gritty mess, flailing his limbs like a baby because he was “the hair on his directors head” away from sharing the bed with her.

“Whateva! your loss. Don’t come t'me beggin’ to pop your backbones.” He told her in high pitched mimickness and flumped under cool sheets.

His one hour nap turned into two then three. In the meantime, Y/N made a sandwich from the fresh veggies piled in the fridge, sipped onto her matcha drink sitting beside the window and enjoyed he view, even went through her socials.

Realized that she’s missing him around her terribly even if it’s just jokes and giggles and shit, whatever, so she took her camera and went outside to take pictures of shore and the purple sky battling with hue of clouds.

She got so charmed with Italy's beauty that she kept on walking and taking pictures, only to realize when the bustle of crowd dropped into tranquil quietness and she found herself into some unknown street.

She’s fucked.

She’s lost.

She has got nothing,

Not even her phone.

She contemplates to knock on the house doors and ask for locations but she’s petrified of the idea and tries to find some shop, so she could call someone and ask them to pick her up.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumbest decision, she has ever taken in her life.

When she sees no passer by, none tourists no-one in sight and the daylight defusing and darkness laughing and taunting her tears springs in her eyes --- bubbling at the corners and weeping down furiously.

Her heartbeats drops dead when she sees a group of men approaching towards her. She runs away hiding into the dark tunnel and clamps her mouth shut from crying out loud when they walk away -- they weren’t about to do anything to her – it was just her feared instincts.

“Harry ......” She whisper-cries into her wrist, her legs weak and trembly making her tumble down into dusty stoned pavement, her back getting scratched from the bricked wall of tunnel.

..

Harry woke up to pin-drop silence. Void of the sun that was once glimmering through the window, “Y/N.” He grogs out, knuckling the sleepiness away and trudged out finding the room empty.

It startles him. Waking him up properly now. A sweat flushes down his spine when he couldn’t even find her in the washroom and at the door-steps.

He dials her number and finds it at the coffee table, gruff cruses breathes out from his mouth at that.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

His heart feels like someone’s squeezing it mercilessly in their grip when he goes outside, but couldn’t spot her and he finds it difficult to breathe, chest heaving as he snaps his head in every direction to look for the face he’s oh so in love with.

Where are you, Y/N?

Maybe, she’s angry with me? Did I hurt her in any way? Oh, fuck. I’m such a bitch.

Now, she’s angry with me and hiding in some corner cursing me out.

I have to bring her back.

So, he calls anyone in connection with Y/N in hopes that she’s with anyone of them and when there were, “no mate --- maybe check in the washroom...” and “last time she texted, said she’s going out to take pictures.”

Harry’s face pales at that. Sick to his stomach. His fists tighten by his sides to keep his calm the world around him spins for a moment and he stables himself with the nearby railing.

Bad thoughts spirals in his mind, how much he avoids them it frightens him like his worst enemy.

What if she’s hurt? It hurts him in heart even to think that.

Got into an accident and they took her?

Fuck.

What if some mafia has kidnapped her.

Obviously, Italy is famous for mafias ..... No!No!No! Harry shut up, shut up, shut uppppp!!

He screams internally to pause everything and think rationally.

He searches for her everywhere. In every street. His feet hurting until now and he chokes onto a sob, not even wanting to think of getting police involved and still not able to have her back.

He shouts for her name. Halting past anyone looking like her, that mini dress she flaunted infront of him with a gorgeous smile –-- asked him how it looked on her and he wasn’t very interested to give a response.

If he could take all of it back and praised her like his life depended on it, only if he’d told her how much he loves her, her making sure he’s comfortable in his cubby, her bringing cold milk drinks for him, dividing her oreos with him.

His hands shakes by his side, his lip twitching constantly and his legs trembles pathetically with each step he takes.

He stops. Narrows his eyes to squint through the darkness and he feels like someone blew oxygen back in his lungs, his knees weakening at the sight of some girl sitting on the bench, her shoulders slump and her head downwards as she clutches the edge of bench, rocking on it with quite sniffles.

He prays that it’s her.

Upon, hearing the footsteps Y/N looks up and those sweet eyes are enough for him to recognize her in between many people.

“Harry?” Her voice feeble and scared.

“Oh baby .....” He mumbles. Rushing towards her, stumbling back a bit when she flies in his arms and latches to him like the missing piece of her body.

His palms curves into her ribs, her face smashed into the crook of her neck – her tears wetting his skin instantly and his cheek squished atop her sweaty hair, he hugs her for dear life making her legs dangle in the air, she sobs nuzzling deeper into his throat and he caresses her shoulders to soothe her cries down. Kisses the side of her temple with tender affection and sighs in relief.

“Shhh. Shh baby, ‘s okay. I’ve found y’now ..... ‘m here sweetheart ‘s alright.” He doesn’t stop splodging soft pecks to her forehead – scared that if he’ll she’ll get lost from his arms again.

Her hiccups painful not letting her take a breather and Harry puts her down on her feet gently, taking her face in his clammy hands and hooks his thumb into her hair gazing into her glassy eyes intensely, “Hey look at me lovie’ just .. focus on me alright?” She nods at his plea grabbing his wrists and follows his breathing pattern.

He glances back at the bench and goes to grab her camera but she cries out fisting the hem of his corduroy shirt in her tiny hands, “No!” could barely choke out from her dry throat and he turns his attention back down onto her, strokes the rosy apple of her cheeks and pets her head.

“Not leavin’ yer side baby .. was bout to get your camera fo’ you. Could come with me if you don’t like stayin' away.” He assures her softly and trots towards the bench with his arms still around her as she keeps on hiding her face into his bicep.

They walk down the street like that, she has calmed down letting a sniffle slip here and there --- this kind of scenario has never happened to her before – she has never been outside of her home city before too.

He feels her tummy screech for food so asks her, chin butted atop her head, “You’re hungry, petal. Let’s get pizza.” She doesn’t feel like eating though. When she shakes her head – squeezing him more. He takes her from shoulders looking down at her with gentleness and brushes a strand of hair behind.

“Just a tad, darlin'. I know a delicious take away round the corner ... could eat it sittin' by shore.” He offers her with a smile and punches the air happily, whistling when she agrees.

When she giggles softly, defrosting back from numbness Harry spins them a little overly gleeful.

“Got me sweet girl back.” He exclaims ducking down to kiss her cheek and now when she’s less wobblish, her lungs fills with bunches of butterflies.

Blush splatters on her features. As Harry aligns his tanned arm with her delicate one and locks their fingers together lulling it backs and forth between them lovingly.

He keeps her tucked under his chin and snuggled in his arms all the time, even while waiting in the line for the take away.

“Ow!” Squeaks, “Ow. Ow.” Jumps on his tippy toes upon balancing the hot pizza on his palm.

Grins like a mad man when succeeds in making her laugh, takes her hand and helps her climb down slippery stones.

Goosebumps arises on her skin from shyness when he coils his strong arm around her to pick her up, with pizza in his other hand and giggles breathily in her ear upon hearing her squeals.

She sits in between his knees. Leans against his chest and inhales his woodsy vanilla scent, nibbles onto the crust while hearing his heartbeat.

“You scared the living hell out of me, lovie’ ... thought —-... thought I’d never be able to have you back again ... proper vanished.” He croaks out. Runs his nose up and down the sweet curve of her neck.

“Made me realise ... that I don’t want to be away from you, ever.” Y/n's breath hitches at that and she turns in his embrace. Looks at him with surprised doe eyes and coos when his eyes gloss over with wetness, that he’s forcing to keep at waterline.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” She gasps.

He bobs his head giddily, “Can you picture it? You and I together?” He murmurs mellow street light dancing between them.

“’Us'? I like the sound of that....” She smiles searching for his hand and he grasps it eagerly like he was yearning for it.

“Kay then, when could I take you on a date?” He grins. Dimples mauving deep and pretty.

“This isn’t a date?”

“We’re in Italy. The sky's so romantic and I’ve got you, seems like a date to me....” She peppers kisses to each rosy gap of his knuckles and his inside bursts like they never did before.

“Kay then. It’s memorable too, you got lost on our first day –--”

“Harryyyy....” She whines nudging him in belly with her elbow. “’Kay we could change that.” He laughs. Showering her in kisses and her laughs whirls loudly into quite air, trying to squirm away from his tickles.

[thornedrose44]

Prompt: Lena accidentally creates something that makes everyone attracted to her except kara (she is immune) basically jealous!kara 😬

Read on AO3 (Prompt from @urjustwaiting)

“My dearest Lena,” Brainy began, brown eyes bright and earnest as he cradled Lena’s hand in both of his like it was something precious and fragile, “I have always considered you to be my intellectual equal and a friend of the highest order. Recently, however, I have found my feelings of friendship for you have shifted - grown into something unexpected and wondrous.”

Brainy inhaled sharply, gathering his courage as Lena’s eyes widened with abject shock and horror at what was occurring.

“Lena Luthor, I have fallen irrevocably in love with you”, Briany declared confident and unfalteringly certain, “and I was wondering if I could spend time conversing with you over a sizeable meal?”

To say Lena’s day had started strangely would be the understatement of the century. She had arrived at the DEO following the news that there had been an attempted break-in last night at the secret facility that had been successfully fended off by Kara, Brainy, Nia and Andrea (the newest superhero to join the club).

Alex, who had taken her first night off since becoming director, had rushed onsite as soon as she was alerted to what had happened; her first order had been to bring Lena in to evaluate the building’s defenses and put in suitable improvements for any weaknesses identified. It was a sign of how much trust Lena had earned amongst the Superfriends, and more specifically Alex, that no one hesitated to call her in for help with something as sensitive as security flaws.

Lena had fought hard to earn back the trust she had nearly lost, rebuild the bridges both sides had burnt and therefore she didn’t balk at the ridiculously early wake-up call and did not even consider saying no to Alex’s request.

The second she arrived at the DEO, she knew something was off.

People were staring at her, which shouldn’t have been odd for a Luthor in the slightest but Lena was used to being ignored at the DEO. The agents milling the corridors would give fleeting glances and welcoming nods but nothing more - many of them owed their life to a last minute scientific breakthrough courtesy of Lena’s intellect and as such they respected her enough to treat her like she was one of them - like she belonged here - because of it. Walking into the DEO to find herself the subject of many furtive gazes and unsubtle wandering eyes was therefore worrisome to say the least.

Lena’s concern merely increased as she made her way further into the DEO where she couldn’t go more than a metre without being approached by agents trying out a cheesy pick-up line or inviting her to coffee/dinner. Two rather charming agents actually dropped down on one knee at the same time to propose to her there and then - Lena was saved from answering as her wannabe future spouses got into a fist fight. The worst one, by far, was Pam from HR who shouted that she was enthusiastically willing to bear all of Lena’s future children - Lena promptly sprinted into the command centre and had been momentarily relieved to see Brainy there waiting for her.

The relief was obviously dashed a minute later when Brainy grabbed her hand and sweetly announced his love for her.

“Brainy, what the hell!?”

Those were the exact words Lena had wanted to shout but had been unable to find her voice to do so, thankfully (or not so as the case may be), Nia had voiced them for her and was striding into the room with a furious expression on her face.

“Nia, it’s not what it looks like-” Lena rushed to reassure as Nia pushed her boyfriend away from the youngest Luthor.

“How could you?!” Nia demanded, rounding on the Coulan.

“Nia, I think there’s something wrong-” Lena began to interrupt, knowing how much Brainy loved Nia and her alarm bells from the agents earlier ringing loudly in her head when....

“I wanted to ask her out.” Nia exclaimed stamping her foot childishly before turning to face Lena with fluttering eyelashes and a seductive pout. “Lena, please my love is far more real than Brainy’s. Don’t go out with him.” Nia pleaded as Briany scoffed derisively behind her.

“Lena is smart enough to see through your fraudulent affection. She was on the precipice of accepting my offer of a date.” Briany cut in with a superior raise of his chin.

“No, she wasn’t!” Nia rebuked, turning back to Brainy with clenched fists.

“Yes, she was!” Brainy returned, chest puffing out as they both stepped forward as if to engage in battle when a sudden red and blue blur appeared between them as a physical barrier.

“What on Earth is going on?” Kara questioned, brow creased in confusion as she looked between the couple that seemed to be seconds away from trading blows.

“I LOVE LENA MORE!” They both shouted in answer whilst they simultaneously lunged towards one another.

“What?!” Kara gasped as she hurriedly tried to keep the two apart. “Lena?” Kara asked, wide-eyed and gobsmacked, clearly looking for an explanation.

“I don’t know!” Lena responded quick and panicked. “I came in and everyone’s been…”

“Everyone’s been what?” Kara prompted as she ducked a wild swing from a feisty Nia.

“Like this.” Lena gestured to Briany and Nia who were futilely trying to dodge around the kryptonian superhero.

Kara blinked rapidly at this information but reacted quickly, super speeding Brainy and Nia away from the command centre as carefully as she could. Kara was back less than a minute later, appearing harried and uncomfortable but she wasn’t looking at Lena any differently to normal. Soft blue eyes watched her the exact same way and as soon as she was back, she gently encouraged Lena into their standard hug with a light touch to her elbow.

Lena folded happy and willing into Kara’s arms burying her face into the kyrptonian’s shoulder as Kara gently stroked her back.

“So… interesting morning so far?” Kara teased managing to pull forth a relieved chuckle from the CEO.

“You could say that.” Lena sighed, letting her eyes slip closed for a fleeting second as she quickly inhaled Kara’s familiar airy scent before pulling away and putting her armour back on. “I seem to have suddenly become irresistible to everyone here.” Lena explained, nearly convincing herself that she saw a flash of a sad pout on her best friend’s face when she ended their hug. “Except for you, of course.” Lena clarified.

“Well… uh… I…” Kara stammered, face blushing a bright red as she self-consciously rubbed the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry, Kara, I’m not offended.” Lena reassured, giving Kara an out even as it caused her heart to painfully twinge with a familiar loss and yearning that always accompanied the realisation that Kara would never see her the same way.

“Lena-” Kara began, lips pressed tight together as she took a tentative step forward.

“Lena, there you are!”

Kara and Lena’s heads turned immediately to see Andrea striding into the room, dressed to impress in a tight black dress and red soled heels that drew attention to her long, sinful legs.

“Oh, dear…” Lena murmured, swallowing thickly, as Andrea approached with a dark predatory gaze that promised to fulfill all of Lena’s long forgotten teenage fantasies.

Lena was so fixated on the sight of her first crush looking like she was about to devour her right there in the DEO command centre that she didn’t see the heavy frown form on Kara’s face, nor the way blue eyes flickered red for a flash.

The sound of a rumbling growl was the only thing that broke through Lena’s stupor and pre-empted a red-blue blur sweeping Andrea out of the room, presumably to deposit her in the same place as Brainy and Nia.

“Was that your stomach?” Lena asked when Kara reappeared a few moments later.

“Was what my stomach?”

“That growling noise?” Lena inquired with a tilt of her head.

“Uhhhh….” Kara’s mouth opened and closed, the tips of her ears turning red before she nodded her head in jerky agreement. “Yep, stomach, super hungry, no breakfast.”

“You must be, you’re dropping verbs.” Lena joked.

“Uh huh.” Kara muttered, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as she intermittently shot discouraging glares to any agents that looked like they were even considering coming up to Lena. “Do you have any idea what’s causing this?” Kara questioned, placing her hands on her hips and trying to ease into her Supergirl persona.

“No.” Lena answered honestly.

“Were you exposed to anything? Or working with anything that might have caused something like this?” There was no accusation within the questions, just genuine curiosity and a desire to work through the possible causes. Lena didn’t doubt Kara’s trust in her, not after everything they had been through.

“No.” Lena replied after thinking carefully.

“You were here yesterday and everyone was fine.” Kara rationalised, “So it must have happened since you left.”

“Kara, I didn’t do anything after I left. I went home, watched a documentary, had a bath and went to bed as I promised you.”

Lena’s work hours since re-taking L-Corp as her own had exploded and her rare free time was regularly being utilised to support the Superfriends. Lena had spent yesterday tweaking Kara’s supersuit to improve its diagnostic capabilities to provide Kara an edge when flying into an unknown situation. It had taken Kara forcibly frog marching her out of the building and using her puppy dog eyes to get Lena to promise that she would finally go home and relax.

“Good girl.” Kara said, softening immediately at Lena’s answer, blue eyes twinkling with pride.

Lena internally screamed at herself to keep her praise kink under tight control.

“Then maybe something happened overnight? Or whilst you were on your way in?” Kara continued to theorise allowing Lena much needed time to regain her cool.

“Unlikely,” Lena replied thoughtfully, “I stopped for coffee on my way in and no one there acted oddly. It wasn’t until I got to the DEO that things changed.”

“Then-”

“SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON!” Alex announced as she strode in, practically snarling at the agents that were working at their consoles, all of whom had looked a second away from getting to their feet and rushing eagerly towards the older Danvers as soon as she appeared.

Kara, meanwhile, instantly moved to be slightly in front of Lena like a personal shield ready to jump forward but careful not to overstep and diminish the CEO’s autonomy - Lena couldn’t help how her heart fluttered at Kara’s mindful concern.

“Are you in love with Lena too?” Kara challenged, narrowing her gaze at her sister.

Alex came to a sharp and sudden stop, jaw dropping open as she looked between Kara and Lena, “Too?” Alex echoed, and Lena watched in confusion as a slow and incredibly bright grin appeared to light up the Director’s face. “Did you finally-”

“BrianyandNiaareinlovewithLena!” Kara yelled, panicked and fast paced, hands flapping wildly at her sides.

The smile vanished alongside whatever Alex had been about to say. “I’m sorry, did you say Brainy and Nia are in love with Lena?”

“Yep.” Kara popped as she let out an unusually large sigh of relief that made Lena think she may have missed something important in the sister’s aborted interaction. “As well as nearly all the DEO agents, but no one from the coffee shop so we think it's localised to here which is weird because we can’t seem to find a potential cause that would explain that.” Kara rambled, clearly intent on brushing over whatever had just happened. “Therefore I asked if you were in love with Lena like Briany, Nia and Andrea.” Kara explained placing unnecessary emphasis on their friends' names.

Alex glanced from Kara to Lena, frowning heavily, “Sorry Lena but I’m quite happily taken.”

“Shame.” Lena tsked, earning her an affectionate eye roll from the redhead, before being struck by a sudden realisation. “Wait, then why were you coming in yelling that something weird is going on if you didn’t know about me?”

Alex shot a look over her shoulder before moving closer to the other two and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “People are being… ‘overly friendly’ to me.”

Kara and Lena shared a look.

“Hey!” Alex snapped, bringing guilty green and blue eyes back to her. “I’m being serious here!”

“So by ‘overly friendly’ you mean…” Lena prompted.

“People keep trying to hug me and ask me how my day is going. And they keep… complimenting me.” Alex whispered like she was sharing some heinous crimes.

Both Kara and Lena’s eye muscles twitched with the desire to share another look but they managed to resist - just.

“It’s weird.” Alex defended haughtily. “Yesterday, they were too scared to look me in the eye for longer than a second and now they can’t go ten seconds without giving me a motivational speech about how good a job I’m doing.”

“It could be worse.” Lena said trying to be comforting,

“How?” Alex huffed.

“Well, Pam from HR told me she wanted to bear my children.” Lena said with a shrug that was immediately followed by a loud CRUNCHING noise.

Lena turned to find the source of the ear-splitting sound only to discover that the round titanium table Kara had been leaning against was now heavily crumpled around two tightly clenched kryptonian fists.

“Kara?” Lena squeaked whilst Alex merely face-palmed.

***

“It doesn’t make sense.” Lena mused, unknowingly posed like ‘The Thinking Man’ on the stool as Alex and Kara paced the space.

They had made the wise decision to move to what was considered Lena’s lab at the DEO to free themselves of the foot traffic of the command centre that had both Danvers sisters glowering at any agents that dared to approach (though for vastly different reasons).

“What are you thinking Luthor?” Alex asked, plopping herself down heavily on the stool by the CEO.

“Disparate pieces that don’t logically fit together.” Lena murmured quietly more to herself than to the other two before she lifted her head and tried to slowly talk through what her mind was attempting to process. “Whatever happened, clearly happened in the last,” Lena glanced at her watch, grimacing at the time as her head pounded with lack of sleep, “eight hours. I left here at six yesterday and no one was acting any differently to normal. Whatever has happened changes people’s behaviour towards us.” Lena gestured between herself and Alex, “but only us. And whatever is doing it is localised to the DEO.”

Lena paused, giving the sisters a chance to disagree with her assertion of facts, both Danvers nodded in agreement and encouragement to continue.

“Therefore, we have two options:” Lena continued, laying out the two theories she was working with, “either something happened at the DEO that is causing this and we are merely triggers for it. Or something happened specifically to us and being here is triggering it.”

Alex pursed her lips, thinking carefully through Lena’s logic, “Which do you think is more likely?”

“Something happening at the DEO.” Lena answered with a shrug, “One target, one location, rather than two is more straightforward.”

“Agreed.” Alex sighed, “And we know something did happen after we both left last night.”

“The attempted break in.” Lena concurred.

Alex nodded, shifting to face the kryptonian who had been listening intently to the conversation, “Kara, give us a rundown of what happened.”

Kara frowned, hands moving to rest on her hips in classic Supergirl pose, “It was just dumb thugs looking to make a quick buck. They’d stumbled upon some alien tech that they knew fetched a good price on the black market. Rather than sell it quickly and get away with it, they got greedy. They knew more tech was held here and figured they could double their profits if they used the tech they already had to pull off a heist.”

“I want it noted that the DEO is the worst kept secret in this city,” Lena snarked, with a roll of her eyes, “and that’s saying something considering Supergirl's disguise is a pair of glasses.”

“Noted,” Alex grunted, shooting the youngest Luthor a smug smirk, “which is why making it your job to fix that for us.”

Lena chuckled darkly, “You couldn’t afford my consultation fees.”

Alex’s smugness increased tenfold at that, her chin lifting defiantly as she laid down her ace, “That’s why I’m making Kara be the one to ask you.”

Lena gasped, utterly outraged, “You underhanded-“

“Guys, focus!” Kara bellowed, clapping her hands loudly together to break the two of them out of their regular snarky banter that could go on for a good hour if not interrupted quickly (it was how they showed their affection for one another).

“Right.”

“Sorry.”

Alex and Lena murmured apologetically, gazes dropping to the floor as Kara shook her head in amusement at their familiar antics.

“What tech did they use?” Alex questioned, bringing them back on track.

“Stupid gas.”

Lena’s brow furrowed at the response and Alex’s aggrieved grunt that followed it, “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a bio weapon that makes-“

“People stupid?” Lena guessed.

“Hyper emotional, but… yeah.” Alex clarified, “Like when I was exposed to it, I just laughed for like an hour straight.”

Lena hummed thoughtfully, brain whirring away to make connections with this new information, “Are kryptonians immune?”

“No.” Alex laughed, earning her a pout from the Super that made Lena take a mental note to beg Kara for the obvious story behind it another time.

“Then why isn’t Kara affected by all of this?” Lena questioned, throwing in the other variable they hadn’t considered.

“Now that you mention it, the stupid gas didn’t work on me last night.”

Alex’s face scrunched up in confusion, “It did last time.”

Kara shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, “I think Lena’s upgraded suit protected me.”

“My upgraded…” Lena began slowly, her eyes suddenly going wide as she recognised the suit Kara was currently wearing to be the one she had been tinkering with all day yesterday, “Kara, I told you not to wear that yet. I hadn’t finished tweaking it!”

Kara winced at the sharp tone, hands flying up in supplication and surrender, as she whined defensively, “It worked perfectly Lena.”

“That’s not the point-“ Lena rebuked, crossing her arms aggressively causing the superpowered alien to shrink under her green-eyed glare.

“Kara’s not affected...” Alex murmured, though her voice was quiet there was something sharp to her tone that cut through the room - it was the tone that preceded a ‘Eureka’.

“Alex?” Kara and Lena both prompted.

“I have an idea.” Alex announced jumping to her feet, and snatching up her jacket, “I need to test something out.”

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Kara called out as Alex rushed out of the lab.

“I’m thinking that I’m grateful I memorised the number of that twenty four hour Chinese takeaway.”

***

Lena and Alex stood back and watched in complete horror as the DEO agents ravaged the table loaded up with potstickers, stuffing their mouths with ten at a time and throwing punches over the last handfuls. They had to forcibly pull Kara away from the scene who twitched with the obvious desire to throw herself into the mix to get a share for herself.

“I don’t understand.” Kara wailed, stamping her foot pathetically, once they had returned to the lab.

“Oh my god.” Lena muttered, snatching up the tablet she had been using yesterday and scrolling through everything she had done to Kara’s suit, leaving the explanation task to the older Danvers.

“They’re feeling what you feel.” Alex announced, “Lena and I aren’t the catalyst. You are.”

Kara’s crinkle appeared and deepened.

“It’s why everyone has been so friendly to Alex.” Lena mumbled, taking over the explanation absentmindedly as she distractedly ran through data, looking between the suit upgrades and the specification of ‘Stupid Gas’. “They feel your sisterly love for her and are treating her like you would but to an extreme degree. It must be because of their exposure to the gas mixed with some upgrade I put into your suit.” Lena frowned, mind running a mile a minute, “I fitted in further diagnostic capabilities that might be able to identify biological toxins and alert you, but-“ Lena froze, head snapping upwards to stare dumbly at her best friend, her entire brain grinding to a dead halt.

“Lena?” Kara inquired, blue eyes instantly glowing with concern at Lena’s absolute stillness and dead-eyed stare.

Alex nudged Kara’s side and whispered helpfully, “I think she’s just realised.”

“Realised what?”

Alex directed a soft and understanding smile at her sister, “How people have been acting towards her and what that means…”

“Oh…” Kara squeaked, paling considerably and breath held tight as she waited for Lena to finally react.

“You want to bear my children?!” Lena yelled incredulously, shattering the awkward silence with that explosive revelation.

Kara’s entire body flushed crimson, as she spluttered out (unable to stop herself), “Ummm… I mean… Preferably after a few dates…”

“Annnnnnd that’s my cue…” Alex announced, turning on her heel sharply and marching out of the room.

Lena blinked repeatedly, still not fully rebooted from this turn of events and everything it could potential - hopefully - entail.

“Lena… I…” Kara began, voice thick with emotion as she took timid, shaky steps towards her best friend, “I don’t know what to say…”

“You love me?” Lena asked, the bluntness of the question softened by the tremble to her voice that highlighted the vulnerability and hope of the question.

It was the hopefulness in Lena’s voice and the way green eyes were dark with poorly hidden want that gave Kara the courage to lift her chin, puff out her chest and declare sincerely, “More than anything.”

Lena let out a shaky breath, throwing her tablet down on the bench and demanding sternly, “Take off the suit.”

“Really?” Kara’s eyes bulged at the request, the flush from earlier deepening to a boiled crimson, “I mean I’m not saying no but I was kind of hoping we could go out on a date first. Maybe? If you’re interested?”

“Kara,” Lena said stepping forward into Kara’s personal space which effectively stopped Kara’s ramble, “you’re still wearing the upgraded suit which is feedbacking to everyone in the DEO your emotions. If you take it off everyone goes back to normal.”

“Oh,” Kara breathed, shaking her head with embarrassment, “I thought-“

Lena reached out, threading her fingers through Kara’s golden hair affectionately before seeking out the nape of her neck to gently tug Kara down the couple of inches between them so that she could press their lips hotly together. Kara’s hands instantly sought out Lena’s hips even as her mouth slipped open granting access to Lena’s insistent tongue.

Lena’s free hand traced the emblem on the supersuit whilst she teased her nails against Kara’s neck earning her an appreciative groan that served as the only warning before Kara effortlessly hoisted Lena up onto the lab bench pressing eagerly forward into the space between Lena’s legs.

Lena nipped at Kara’s bottom lip before breaking away, panting heavily to regain her breath. Kara, meanwhile, didn’t even hesitate to track kisses down Lena’s jaw and neck, sucking at her pulse-point until Lena’s legs wrapped tightly around Kara’s body desperately trying to earn some relief.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Lena gasped.

“Oh, I do.” Kara murmured earnestly, leaning back to fully appreciate how wrecked Lena looked.

Lena lightly shoved Kara back with a playful laugh, fingers tapping against the edges of Kara’s supersuit emblem as she quirked a mischievous eyebrow. “The sooner you take this off, the sooner the problem is fixed and we can go on that date.”

Kara’s entire expression lit up at that and in flash she had disappeared only to return less than a second later dressed in the DEO sweatsuit that Lena adored.

“Shall we?” Kara checked, bouncing up and down so excitedly that Lena couldn’t resist pulling her back in for another deep kiss.

[hangovercurse]

I’d Drop it All for You

Pictures of you and Pete are spread all over the internet, causing a whirlwind of hate to enter your social media.

Request: “Pete content please! anything !!! smut fluff whatever”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of depression and anxiety

A/N: *Insert normal spiel about respecting A.G. and only using her for plot purposes. No harm intended.* Also I wrote most of this after a meeting with my therapist so... enjoy :) (He’s so cute in this gif I wanna kiss his face)

Word Count: 1820

You weren’t one of those people who loved being the center of attention. You knew that being in the spotlight also meant constantly living under a microscope, and you decided a long time ago that that was not for you.

But you were lucky enough to work as an assistant art director at just 24. You were hoping that The King of Staten Island, your newest project, would help get your name out into the professional world. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out of the film.

It happened unexpectedly, you showed up on set the first day, ready to do whatever the art director required of you. You couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by the lead actor and writer, Pete Davidson. He was so kind and funny, and he wasn’t uptight like everyone else.

After a few hours of filming, he came up to you, introducing himself. He said he “wanted to get to know everyone working on the project,” but you didn’t see him introducing himself to anyone else. You two started talking during breaks. Then he started sitting with you at lunch. Then he was asking for your number.

In a matter of weeks he was asking you out to dinner, taking you to a cozy restaurant that you absolutely adored. He walked you home, his hand grazing yours until you intertwined your fingers.

It was all very romantic, so when Pete asked if he could take you on another, you obviously said yes. Flash forward two weeks and he finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, even though you were both exclusively seeing each other already.

After filming ended 2 months later, you were still working on the film in post, which meant you had an excuse to stay  in Staten Island with Pete. After about 2 weeks in post, you spent more nights in his bed than your hotel’s.

Nearly 6 months later and you were happier than ever. You were splitting your time between your small apartment in the Bronx and Pete’s basement apartment. Pete introduced you to most of his friends, and you introduced him to yours.

But other than your small circles of friends, you kept your relationship fairly quiet. Pete doesn’t have social media and yours is strictly professional, so there are no pictures of you two together. You weren’t hiding each other, you loved each other, you just had no reason to tell tabloids. And you were perfectly happy with that.

Which made it so much worse when various news sites had pictures of you two holding hands. Had they been anyone else you would’ve thought they were cute, walking along the South Beach oceanside at night.

Pete had been in the SNL studio all day when the pictures were released, while you were in his apartment, trying your best to focus on the photoset in front of you. The production team wanted the film to scream “teen romance,” which basically entails subtle pink undertones and a higher saturation. But you couldn’t quite get the coloring right, probably because you weren’t actually focusing on the colors.

You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that Pete won’t be back until sometime after 2am, which was a whole 5 hours away. You let out a huff, pushing away from the desk and making your way to Pete’s closet and searching for one of his hoodies. They always smelled like him (and weed), so it was a comfort to you.

You crashed onto the bed, finding the phone that you had tossed there a few hours earlier. Turning it on you were surprised by the number of notifications you were getting. You knew the photos had surfaced but you weren’t expecting this.

Your Instagram was blowing up with new follows, likes, and comments. It was kind of exciting at first until you started reading some of the comments.

I mean, we knew he would downgrade from Ari, but this is like… really far down.

This girl really thinks she’s special just bc Pete’s dating her. Hun he could do so much better

Who is she?!? Literally no one.

Someone needs to show her how to dress

That hairstyle is not it honey

Pete Davidson is dating YOU??? He could do sooo much better

Ari was prettier sorry not sorry

The entire comment section on your last post, a picture of you on the set of your latest film, was pretty much the same. There were some nice comments, but a lot of mean ones.

And you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop looking at them. It felt so cliché, but it was like all of your deepest insecurities about being with Pete were thrown out on the table.

You knew that Pete had a fairly large following, and that a lot of people had really strong feelings about him. You had expected that if and when your relationship went public you would have a lot of people watching you, scrutinizing you. But you didn’t care because Pete was worth it.

Now you weren’t so sure. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle people talking bad about you, because you definitely could, even if it hurt. You just weren’t expecting the amount of people comparing you to Ariana or saying that Pete could do so much better.

And it only bothered you so much because you felt it too. Your inner demons loved to remind you that Pete had dated Ariana fucking Grande and now he’s dating you. Anyone could see an obvious downgrade.

You turned your phone off and threw it on the opposite side of the bed, trying to think positive thoughts. “I am in control of my own thoughts and emotions. I am catching my negative thoughts and fixing them.” You murmured your therapist’s mantra to yourself, but it was too late. The thoughts had already taken hold of your mind.

Your eyes started to water as you could feel the heavy feeling in your chest set in. You pulled the hood over your head, pulling the straps to hide as much of your face as possible, and pulling your knees to your chest. You laid like that for a while, tears falling as doubts ran through your head. Once you had effectively exhausted your thoughts, you went numb. Your tears had stopped, but you couldn’t move. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it sure wasn’t pleasurable.

There was a sort of buzzing throughout your body, almost like the feeling when your foot falls asleep, but everywhere. It seemed to block out your sound, as you didn’t hear the basement door open. You only knew that Pete was home when he sat beside you on the bed, pulling the hood off your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled at you. You tried your best to fake one back, but you honestly couldn’t find the energy. Pete pulled you so you were sitting up, back pressed against his front. His arms wrapped around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “What’s goin on?” He murmured against your skin.

“Did you see them?” You asked, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Pete let out a sigh, “Yeah, I saw them.” He paused, his hold on you getting tighter, like he was making sure you couldn’t leave. “I’m sorry baby. I know you didn’t want it to be a whole big thing.”

You turned your head to face him, “It’s not that. I really don’t mind that people know. We weren’t trying to hide anything.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know I just- it was nice having this to ourselves.”

He wanted to hide you. He’s embarrassed of you.

Your inner dialogue never seemed to shut up.

You turned away from Pete, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong, you’re still upset.” He rocked you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged in response, not trusting yourself to talk. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You nodded, leaning further into Pete’s chest. “People found my Instagram.” You murmured, looking down and tracing the arrow tattoo on his hand.

“Whaddya mean? I thought it was public?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, wishing you hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, it is. But after all the articles people started following me and shit.”

“I would ask how that’s a problem but I deleted my Instagram so I can’t really talk.” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, but you couldn’t seem to get out of your haze.

You shook your head, deciding to drop the matter. “It’s not, I’m just being overdramatic.” You sighed, putting on a fake smile and facing him fully. “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

He gave you the I-know-you’re-bullshitting-me look, which made you look down. “Something’s bothering you, Y/N. And you’re trying to pretend it doesn’t because you think your feelings aren’t valid, but they are.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes that were still trained on the bedsheets below you.

“Where’d you learn that one?” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“Rehab part 2” he smiled, hand coming to your jaw to tilt your head up. “C’mon, talk to me. I wanna help.”

You huffed, moving towards the opposite side of the bed where your phone laid. You opened it, finding your Instagram, and showing him the comments. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through the comments. When he decided he’d had enough he put your phone down, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his lap so you were essentially straddling him.

He leaned his forehead against your own, your noses touching. “That’s all bullshit, you know that, right?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “Y/N you’re the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, okay? I’m in love with you, not anyone else.” Pete’s eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just hard to be with you and not compare myself to her. And then all these people started to do it too, and they kept saying that you could do so much better and you can. So, I dunno I guess I just kind of spiraled.”

Pete captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Y/N. There is literally no better than you. I can’t do better because you are the best woman I have ever loved. “

You pulled Pete in for another kiss. “Thank you, Pete. I love you.”

“I love you too. If this happens again, I want you to call me. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’d drop it all for you.” You smiled, sitting in the arms of the guy you loved. The thoughts didn’t just magically go away, but for a brief moment in time, you were happy.

[ignisnocturnalia]

Hehehe I lied, but it is here now! Had a crisis about being done with my Band director's bull and wanting a grade on something really bad, did the former and decided to simply disintegrate once Friday hit. Drifter HCs will follow this, also may I say Caiatl. That is all.

Nokris x Reader

“You are a child reaching for a flame; the Taken Queen would not have you burnt.”

You were on point during the Strange Terrain strike, but you had never thought you would run into Nokris again. Granted, you realized, his death was on the physical plain while his Throne World still stood. Considering he never directly addressed you, you assumed that he either didn’t remember you or he chose not to, as oddly disappointing as that would be. The timbre of his voice unsettled you, but it was not as wracking as Xol’s; in fact, it was rather pleasing to hear.

The proposition itself was unexpected, and against Eris’s previous warnings you stopped to listen to what the Hive heretic had to say. Trekking quietly along the broken path of the distorted realm, you stopped occasionally to stare at blights littered over walls and floating in the air to see if you could catch a glimpse of the desecrated prince. The telltale sign of Taken emerging from their portals filled the air, and you genuinely prayed that you’re next decision was a wise one. 

Your ghost was probably screaming on the inside as you placed your guns to the floor, bringing your hands into the air while staring into the gleaming eye of a Knight. Grabbing your arm roughly, it tugged you through a massive doorway leading to a room that was strikingly similar to the Court of Oryx back at the Dreadnaught. The portal at the center of the room shimmered invitingly as the bony bastard himself came out; even in death, he appeared to be in his prime.

“I see you have heeded my advice; come, hope of the Light, see the Darkness.”

His claws are cold as he grasps at your shoulders despite the solar flame surging over his arms. Feeling bold, you let your own solar light extend past your body, lying comfortably across his neck with a warm glow. As a creature who worships the Darkness facing a servant of the Light, he reasonably withdraws with a hiss at your gesture

You won’t say it out loud because he obviously carries himself with extreme pride, but you can’t help but feel bad for him. How can one person be an exiled son, heretic, servant, and now puppet?

“I won’t serve Savathûn. But I think I wouldn't mind spending time with you.” Before he can question you, you are promptly pulled from the realm by Eris.

Cue Vanguard interrogation once you return to the Tower. The talk is so egregiously long you make a move that would make Cayde damn proud: “GuArDiAn, We’Re NoT yEt FiNiShEd WiTh ThIs DiScUsSiOn!” Hopefully your shining reputation will save you from any dire repercussions...

Tracing your steps back to where you first met, you look around suspiciously following the lack of noise inside the Hive breeding grounds. You had cut your comm ages ago, the constant ping of Commander Zavala’s hailing grating your ears. The ground beneath your feet crunched wetly with every step, and distantly you heard the first Hive screech. Turning in a guess to the source of the sound, you set off in a quick pace, gun in your hand.

Upon entering a new chamber, you froze in surprise as you saw Nokris lifting a Knight by the throat. Taken magic pooled in his palm and raced over the armor of the smaller Hive, the bone turning black and a bright white glow shimmering across its legs. Still gripping the soldier, Nokris slowly angled his head to look down at you.

“Little. Light.” Dropping the Knight with no grace, his imposing form closed in on you with haste. Before you could take a step back, his claws came up to close around your jaw and upper neck. The rough of his talons dug into your armor, and for a moment you worried he would pop off your helmet and let your blood boil throughout your body in the harsh atmosphere. Instead, he pulled you closer to his face and brought up his free hand to grasp your forearm.

Nokris easily dwarfed you; even if you stood on your own shoulders you wouldn’t be taller than him. Passively, your thighs rubbed against each other at the realization. A detail he decided he would catch. Teasing mirth danced in his three eyes, hidden malice swimming just behind small organs. Internally, you were probably going to pop your helmet off yourself if you got kink shamed by a Hive prince of all things. 

You squeaked quietly in surprise as he lifted you off the ground, the hand on your lower face readjusting to your hip. His hand, quite literally, engulfed your midsection as he brought you closer to him for inspection. This close, you could see every imperfection on his face. Second hand leaving your arm, you shivered as the prince ran a digit up the side of your leg and continued his way up, stopping thoughtfully at the junction of your jaw.

Staring into the glowing green embers of his eyes, there was no mistaking the murderous glint in them. At the same time, curiosity had made its home among his more dangerous faculties.

"You found me once, you came to me twice. Find me again, at the other side in the field of ash under the dark tower.” Letting you to the floor, Nokris turned his back and departed to Traveler knows where through the portal with the long forgotten Knight. Sinking to your knees in stunned silence, you looked down as a nearly imperceptible squeal broke the quiet. In front of you, was a Hive worm.

“No.” Before you could even speak, your Ghost gave its earful. 

“I can’t not take it! I probably need it to find him. Either way, I told you one of these worms would be coming home eventually, look at its wittle face.” Your Ghost made gagging noises as you fawned over the wriggling creature you held between your hands. Tucking the three eyed larva under your arm, you set out to find the way back out.

____________________________________________

The next week felt like hell. The worm continued to get bigger with every mission you went on and keeping it a secret from the Vanguard was close to impossible. You had been wracking your brain for the answer to his riddle, and to be completely honest, it made you feel inadequate that you couldn’t figure it out. You knew the other side meant the Ascendant Realm, but what was the dark tower? Where was the field of ash? You had initially thought it was at Skywatch, what with the Hive ship jutting out of the ground and the small pile of chitin inside the cave not too far away, but there wasn’t enough ash for it to be a field, nor was it under the ship point.

It wasn’t until a light snow dusted the Tower one evening that it all clicked. He didn’t mean ash ash. He meant snow! 

In a rush to the hangar, you waved a hasty goodbye to Holliday and transmatted into your ship, pulling out a layer of blankets to reveal your now cat sized worm. The grub squeed and reached its head up to your palm, crawling sluggishly into your hands. Holding the worm to your chest, you settled down in the pilot ship and gave your Ghost to plot a course. There was only one place on Earth constantly coated in snow with a structure that could be considered a dark tower.

“Ghost, set course for the Plaguelands. He’s at the Doomed Sea.”

You hadn’t been to the ravaged lands since the Siva Crisis; the whole territory gave you heebie jeebies. And yet, you were returning because one of humanity’s imminent threats wanted a chat that, realistically, ended with your head rolling on the floor.

The closer you got to your destination, the more restless the worm in your arms got. In fact, you could swear it was whispering something. Your skin crawled for a moment as you felt the phantom brush of his claw up your leg.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the world around you stuttered as the colors faded into grayscale, giving way to the Ascendant landscape. Below you, there was no mistaking the keen whispers of the worm. Its words were encouraging in a macabre way, praise and blatant lies; speaking of how well you fed it, talents being wasted on a god that heeds you not, urging you towards the ominous building looming over the shoreline.

Dust swept across at a rapid pace, as usual, in the warped realm. Coming up to the alcove, you saw him with his back turned to you. In a smooth turn, he faced you at last. Beautiful, blazing emeralds.

Relationship HCs

His idea of a relationship has wildly different parameters than any normal human would put up with

No matter where you are, or what you're doing, you can feel him at the back of your mind like a fog; it's a bit disconcerting to hear him talk in your head at first, but it becomes normal and he's actually quite helpful when you're out on missions

He expects you to help him study thanatonautics since you can die and be brought back within moments, but that's up to if you have enough charisma to convince your Ghost to let your bone boyfriend crush your skull repeatedly to see what you can learn about death

The relationship feels more like a symbiotic one rather than a romantic one, but you occassionally catch him practicing human gestures you've seen couples perform in public if he's feeling particularly good on a day

You're probably the only person who listens to him talk about all of his schtick and is able to give viable feedback; he is more thankful than he will let on about this fact

He does not like it when you try blocking him off from your thoughts and will demand to know everything you've done in the day when you see him again. In his perspective, he thinks you're trying to leave him behind like everyone else has

Will not handhold, because his hand can literally fit around your torso and because he thinks it's weird. He will, however, carry you places if you're going the same direction

He also thinks kissing is weird, but will (surprisingly!) actually let you give him kisses on his teeth; the sensation of soft flesh on his cold bones is unusual, but something he finds utterly riveting. Not that he'd let you know

Also doesn't like the amount of straight barbarity you inflict on the battlefield, but can appreciate your efficiency with your job; this is him silently worrying about your safety but refusing to acknowledge his crush on the flame throwing ape

His communication regarding affection is terrible, and if you couldn't tell shame on you. His favorite thing about you, that you will never hear from him or anyone else, is your face. He likes the way it changes into different expressions, the life in your eyes, and your lips because Hive physically cannot emote as expressively as humans do; you are an open book he has yet to read, adding new pages everyday

Nsfw 👁👄👁

First off, however you get the size difference to work, congratulations. His height over you is something he enjoys immensely when you two get into it, and it goes without saying he also likes how you "hug" him

He will fuck anywhere, literally anywhere. The floor? Yes. Against the wall? Yes. Hope you're somewhat of an exhibitionist, because he is not ashamed if any of his or Savathûn's troops walk in on you and will keep going

He bites a lot, and is not afraid to make you bleed because your Ghost can just patch you right up

Likewise, he will scratch you everywhere but he does stop to play with the softer spots

He is rough and fast, going after his own release rather than yours; however, he has high stamina so chances are you'll be overstimulated before he finishes

Absolutely a dom, he will not meet in the middle about anything of sexual nature

If you don't actively fight for your life during his build up, he will take that as the go ahead. He may be a Hive heretic, but he has standards

You don't really have the opportunity to find his sensitive spots as he usually restrains your arms, holding them above your head or pinning them down at your sides

He rarely makes actual noises, but he does hiss lowly whenever he makes particularly hard thrusts

He knows that copulation won't result in little Hive/Human hybrids running around with his blood in their veins, so 9 times out of 10 he will hilt himself and come inside you

Fluff

Uhhh, a w k w a r d

Anything that's fluffy is strictly delivered by you, and occasionally returned by Nokris since he doesn't get the point of such pleasantries

If you're fast enough, he will never get upset if you can sneak up on him for a smooch

Whatever he is doing, if you are available he much prefers having you by his side to have an extra set of eyes to help him observe (at least that's what he says)

Since his physical marks are healed quickly, he gifts you odds and ends from old planets his people have pillaged and little items you can wear on noticeable places

Hides it very well, but is extremely thrilled when you come to him when you want to do or learn something new

When you're particularly frustrated by something, he will comb his claws through your hair to his best abilities

Whenever you're with him, his demeanor is typically calmer; Savathûn's presence and influence over him is highly diminished in the face of your Light

The one thing he will willingly do with you that's remotely romantic is stargazing; not because of the romantic element, oh no, but because he wants to catalogue any changes and is very invested in teaching you about space faring

Has nicknames for you like Little Light or >Insert any game seal<

[luninosity]

Catching up on @evanstanweek ficlets again! Here’s Day 3, prompt: on set.

Read at AO3 here - 2,336 words of on-set love confessions, set during The First Avenger - or read on tumblr below!

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Sebastian’s watching Chris. He often is, can’t seem to help the track of his gaze—can’t pull away from the magnet-tug that’s Chris Evans’ loud laugh and gesturing hands and philosopher’s eyes, and if he’s honest he doesn’t want to. Right now the low hazy grey lighting of the broken bar sits on Chris’s shoulders and turns him into a grieving supersoldier: a man hollowed out by loss, left with a gaping hole right through his chest.

 Chris is so good. So brilliant at emotion, at getting character. So thoughtful and so generous with his feelings, the kind of bravery that holds nothing back. He is Steve Rogers, through and through: a hero, shining blue and gold.

 Sebastian’s not that brave. Not that brilliant. Good at angst and pain, or dry humor, or intensity, maybe; but he’s in character for it. He does love people and stories, and he thinks he’s funny, sometimes, and he thinks he might want to be a writer, sometimes, and he can shove an entire pizza slice in his mouth when he’s comfortable around friends, but.

 It takes him a while. Exhaling. Stepping out. Speaking up. He wouldn’t say he’s shy, because he isn’t, not once he knows people. He’s just…not Chris Evans, who wears joys and vulnerabilities openly, with pride, unafraid.

 Sebastian looks at Chris, and aches with emotion, and says nothing, every day and every minute on this film so far.

 He’s technically done for the day, though he’s not at all done on this film; he’s spent the morning running around with Howling Commandos and being a young and terrified sergeant thrown into war. They’d filmed Bucky’s fall from the train the day before; Sebastian had honestly loved it. The emotion’d been easy: love and loyalty, throwing himself in to fight alongside the other half of his heart, the moment of sheer shock, a small but gloriously physical drop onto thick mats. They’d let him do that one, because it wasn’t a long fall and they needed to see his face. He hoped it’d been good; everyone seemed pleased, at least.

 He shifts weight, wishes he had a pillar or a wall to lean on. He watches Chris some more.

 They’d caught the stunned disbelief on Chris’s—Steve’s—face at the fall, yesterday. Chris is so incredible at nuance, at blazing emotions, even in a few-seconds-long shot. Sebastian had said, after, “That felt really good, that last take?” and had meant, I think you’re a genius, I think I want to work right next to you forever, I think I love you.

 Chris had gotten kind of pink-cheeked because Chris is too damn self-deprecating, and had said, “Oh—um, thanks, man, you too, I mean it felt good to me too, I mean we’re fuckin’ awesome, obviously,” and had nudged Sebastian’s shoulder, somewhere between a punch and a quick resting of a hand. “Craft services? They got blueberry bagels, someone said.”

 Chris, bagel-focused, clearly had not heard Sebastian’s internal monologue. And if he had, wouldn’t reciprocate.

 Which is fine, of course. Chris never needs to know, and Sebastian’s ridiculous emotions will calm the hell down and go away. Any day now. Sometime. Soon.

 But he’s watching Chris, and Chris is pretending to try to get drunk, pain visibly shredding him inside; Chris is Steve and Steve can’t believe it and has to believe it and wants to scream, to shout, to punch a hole through the world—

 The scene’s fantastic, of course.

 They get it in maybe three takes, rapid-fire, Chris laying out his heart for the watchers. His voice cracks; it’s getting rougher, the third time.

 They do it a couple times more for different close-ups. Sebastian takes a step closer, between takes. His boots—he’s changed; they’re his own boots—are louder than he’d recalled that morning; Chris looks over at the sound.

 And maybe Chris looks surprised, or relieved, or grateful, for a split second; maybe it’s all in Sebastian’s head, though, because the next second they’re right back into it, capturing Steve’s heartbreak.

 It’s a wrap for the scene, eventually. And Chris is done for a few hours too, though he’ll need to stick around; he’s got some close-ups to do inside a mock airplane, being bounced around, for what’ll be the big final self-sacrifice. Sebastian loves the heroism and pain of it; he’s always loved good writing, and he’s got a good feeling about this script and about this universe, which he’s a tiny part of now.

 Chris doesn’t get up right away. Just scrubs both hands over his face, shoulders slumped. Hayley Atwell’s gone off to talk to the director; Joe’s nodding, listening to her. Nobody’s checking on Chris.

 And that’s wrong, that’s wrong and not good and not right—Chris has just been hurting, the way that Chris hurts for the world, and Chris should never be hurting, not while Sebastian’s alive—

 Sebastian’s legs move before his brain makes a conscious decision. He’s picking his way across artistic rubble and taking a few running steps and putting a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Hey.”

 Chris actually jumps a little, which isn’t the best start. “Oh! Uh, hey, hi, did you, um…have a question? About Steve and Bucky, or somethin’?” The Boston comes out extra-strong; it does that when Chris is feeling a lot, or tipsy, or simply exaggerating to make someone laugh.

 “No,” Sebastian says. “Or, well, yeah, we might want to talk about some of those flashback sequences, so we’re on the same page with emotion and all, but.” He licks his lips, realizes he’s doing it—a nervous habit, one he’s had for years—and stops. He can taste chapstick on his tongue. “I just. Wanted to. I don’t know. Are you…I mean, that looked like a lot.”

 “You…” Chris trails off. He’s looking at Sebastian’s face with astonishing intent; Sebastian would say even desperation, but that’d be ludicrous. Chris doesn’t have any reason to feel desperate about him.

 He tries, “I know you, um, like tea? Not coffee? We could go grab, um, tea. If you want.”

 “Tea,” Chris says, a little blankly. “But you like coffee.”

 Sebastian’s starting to get kind of worried, here. “I do, but you gave it up? We could maybe head back to your trailer, and you can, um, relax for a minute, and I can…try to make tea?”

 Chris stares at him some more.

 “Or not,” Sebastian throws in helplessly.

 “Yes,” Chris says. “Yes, yeah, yes—you—fuck. Okay. Jesus, Chris, get it together,” and he even shakes his head like a puppy flinging off water, and Sebastian kind of wants to grin and also scratch his tummy.

 Well. Maybe not scratch. He can think of better things to do with Chris’s stomach. Mostly involving his tongue.

 And he should absolutely not be thinking of that when Chris needs his help. He sticks out a hand. “To the end of the line? Or at least your trailer.”

 Chris looks at the hand, and then takes it, hauling himself up out of the chair. His fingers are large and strong and a little cold, and they squeeze Sebastian’s for just a little too long, as if wanting to hold on.

 No. Must be Sebastian’s heart thinking that. Wanting what he can’t have.

 He walks with Chris through behind-the-scenes set-ups and teardowns, props and people rushing to and fro, the corners of trailers and the shouts of movie-making going on. The sun’s warm, if light; the ground’s hard beneath his boots. He keeps stealing glances at Chris, who doesn’t seem too talkative. Sebastian’s poor overworked heart wants to take each sensation, each sight and taste and scent of this backstage moment, and fold them up safe deep inside.

 Chris is letting him help. That feels like sunshine.

 Chris’s trailer’s simple, unpretentious, unfussy; script copies and notes lie scattered around, and he’s got some weights, and some Disney-movie DVDs. Sebastian smiles, because that’s so very Chris: delight in the magic, always.

 Chris, still in costume, sits down on his sofa. He breathes out, and looks up. “Thanks.”

 “For what? How do I make tea with this?” He’s poking Chris’s electric kettle. He does sort of know how it works, in theory. His mother has an old-fashioned kettle; he’s got fancy coffee-making machinery; he should be able to combine all this knowledge. “Where is your tea?”

 “Seb,” Chris says. “I—hang on, does anyone actually call you Seb?”

 “Um. Not really? You can. I don’t mind.” He doesn’t. Chris uses last names often, an affectionate Boston-bro shorthand for friendship; Sebastian’s somehow always been Sebastian or Seb, in Chris’s voice. He’s wondered why, though he’s thought maybe Chris just doesn’t feel that close to him. Not deserving of the bro-status.

 “You don’t mind, or you don’t like it, and you’re being nice about it?”

 “I don’t mind,” Sebastian says, too quickly. “I like it.”

 “Sebastian,” Chris says.

 “Really,” Sebastian says. “Either. Whatever.”

 “Jesus,” Chris says, face back in his hands. “I’m sorry. I just…just tell me if I’m sayin’ something stupid, okay? Please.”

 “But you’re not!” Sebastian comes back over to the couch. That damn magnet again. Tugging his bones. “You’re not, it’s fine, we’re good, Chris. I swear. Really.”

 Chris doesn’t look up, so Sebastian drops to both knees, right there at Chris’s feet, and tries not to think of all the times he’s wanted to do exactly that. It’s easier not to think of it, right now, because he’s genuinely concerned.

 He peeks up at Chris’s face. “Hey. Kinda worried here. Not about you, I mean, about your kettle, it’s got all these buttons, it’s like a rocket ship, I’m afraid if I touch the wrong thing it’ll explode.”

 Chris snorts, almost a laugh, and then does look up. His eyes go right to Sebastian’s, so close and so blue; and then all at once he’s moving, leaning forward, one hand reaching out and cradling Sebastian’s head, and then—

 They’re kissing. Oh, god, they’re kissing, Sebastian on his knees in front of Chris and Chris bending down to claim him, hand in Sebastian’s hair—

 Chris kisses like reprieve, like the release of storms, like the dive into a heated pool on a chilly day: wholehearted, devoted, anxious to lick and taste and plunge into every part of Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian, who’s been kissed before, has in fact never been kissed before, because no other kiss has ever been a kiss, compared to this.

 His knees dimly register the hardness of the trailer floor, and his neck’s at kind of an awkward angle, and Chris is still mostly in the Captain America suit. None of that matters. Nothing else matters at all, because Chris wants him and Sebastian’s whole self yearns for Chris, and Chris’s tongue and taste and tug at Sebastian’s hair are all white-hot gloriously perfect.

 Chris pulls back almost as abruptly. They’re both breathless; Chris whispers, “Oh, fuck…” and takes his hand out of Sebastian’s hair, but then touches Sebastian’s cheek, cups his face, as if unable to stop touching. “I…fuck…I didn’t…I’m so fucking sorry, I just…”

 “Why?”

 “What?”

 “Why’re you sorry?” Sebastian tips his head into Chris’s hand. “I’m not.”

 “You’re…not.”

 “Chris,” Sebastian says, and then runs out of words. He hopes Chris can see it, can read it, in his eyes. On his face. “Yes.”

 “Yeah?” Chris reaches out with the other hand too: framing Sebastian’s face now, tender and awestruck. “You mean that.”

 “I mean it,” Sebastian says. “But—”

 “Oh god,” Chris says, “I’ve fucked this up, haven’t I—”

 “No! No, just…are you okay? I mean, from earlier.” Somewhere amid the kissing his hands’ve ended up on Chris’s thighs; apparently they just want to be there, and now rub along Chris’s legs, soothing and caressing and learning all at once. “I mean, I wanted to—”

 “To help,” Chris groans. “You came over to help—because you’re the sweetest fucking person I know, god, you’re perfect, Seb, the nicest and the warmest and the best—and I fucking, Jesus, practically mauled you—”

 Sebastian cuts that anguished recrimination off by diving forward and getting his mouth back on Chris’s. After some in-depth affirmation, he breathes against Chris’s lips, “Don’t think you’re doing any mauling I don’t like.”

 Chris’s eyebrows go up.

 “Really,” Sebastian tells him.

 “Huh,” Chris says. “Huh. Okay. You—okay.”

 “No,” Sebastian says patiently. “Are you okay?”

 Chris stares at him, and then bursts out laughing. Mid-laughter, scoops Sebastian off the floor. Flops them both down across the sofa, holding on. “God, you’re incredible.”

 “The best, you said.”

 “And I mean it. You just make it all…feel better, kind of?” Chris strokes a hand down Sebastian’s back, over his t-shirt. “That’s what it was, earlier. Like…being Steve, losing Bucky, but that’s you, and all at once I was thinking about losing you, and I just felt like…like someone’d dropped me off a train, y’know? Like I’d never get up again.”

 “I’m here.” Sebastian wriggles against him. They fit together: bodies pressed close, every piece of them learning each other. He’s half atop Chris, but with one of Chris’s legs tangled through his. “I’m here.”

 “I know.” Chris rubs his back again. “And you were there, too. You were right there and I could look up and find you, and it was like I could remember how to breathe. And then you were here, asking about tea and looking at me like—and I just had to kiss you. I want to kiss you. Seb. Sebastian. God, I fuckin’ want—everything. I know it might get complicated, I know we’re in the middle of making a movie, but I can’t not want everything. Together. With you.”

 “Well,” Sebastian says, “good to know,” and stretches to kiss Chris again. It’s that simple, if not easy: the future’ll change, but it does that anyway, sprawling out in all sorts of directions. And he thinks it’ll be a good direction, with Chris at his side. “Because I want everything with you too.”

[rainphilosophy]

Comfort  Bill Skarsgard x Reader One-Shot

Warnings: Sexual content. NSFW.

Prompt: The reader is an actress doing a movie with Bill and her trailer is way comfier than his. He likes to chill there instead of his trailer and one thing leads to another.

Suggested by @jpie0522

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Bill watched the acting scene before him with wide eyes, standing behind the cameras, occasionally sipping from the water bottle he held between his long fingers.

The scene carried on perfect and smoothly, Y/N was a natural. Everything she said had the ideal tone to it, every move she made and each little gesture she made was flawless. Bill would have believed anything she said without even doubting a word. Then again, that seemed to be the case of everyone around her. Her grace, sweetness and innate charm had whomever worked with her kissing the floor she walked in. And, unfortunately for him, Bill was no different. He found her enchanting, and more than once he found himself making up convincing excuses just to be able to remain close to her for only a few more minutes. Her company caused a string of discordant sensations in him. Being next to her was soothing as silk, as if he could lie with her for hours, simply listening to whatever she had to say. Yet, her touch and proximity also stirred in him a bolt of adrenaline that coursed through his veins and made him tremble.

Initially, upon the urgency to know each other more to connect better on screen, they accustomed to go out for dinner after wrapping a long day of filming. However, when winter struck, it had become so piercing cold outside; snow poured profusely, the floors covered in a thin but slippery layer of ice, and the roofs were sheathed in a white cloak. Y/N had suggested to order takeout instead, and huddle up within the warmth of her trailer. He had been happy to accept the offer, more than he cared to admit.

Some of his favorite moments replayed in Bill’s mind like a movie, as he continued to watch the scene that went on in front of him. He remembered how they had cuddled up in the small couch, he remembered how Y/N had snuggled up into his chest seeking warmth, and he had wrapped his arms around her little frame for the first time apart from their scenes in front of the camera. They had talked for most of the time, paying almost no mind to the film they had set on the TV. Since then, they had never gone out to dinner again, and every day after filming, Bill would quickly shower and would head straight for her trailer.

Although, the last few days they had been unable to continue their ritual, as the cold had catched up with Y/N, and she had opted for excusing herself from filming a few days to get better and not spread her cold. Needless to say, he missed her nightly company more than he thought he would.

Bill was violently snatched away from his thoughts when the director, who stood next to him, yelled “Cut!”

The actors and actresses began to scatter around in different directions, chatting amongst themselves and members of the crew. Sighing, Y/N separated herself from the rest, making her way over to where Bill stood. He received her with open arms and a chuckle, and she responded with a giggle of her own when he playfully pinched one of her rosy cheeks.

“Very impressive darling.”

“What are you doing here?” She inquired, smiling shyly at his compliment. “Today’s your day off. I thought you would be lazing in your trailer.” She said, while running her fingers through her hair and plucking out the bobby pins that held her bun, letting her locks fall one by one around her shoulders. Bill pauses, momentarily distracted by the sight of her long mane falling around her little face.

Clearing his throat, he focused on that she had said.

“I was bored. And I thought I’d come over to see you in action.” He said with a smirk. “Besides, my trailer isn’t as comfortable as yours.”

“That’s rubbish!” She protested, with a mouthful of pins.

“It’s true. Your sofa is much softer than mine.” He laughed, lifting his arm to pry out an astray pin from her hair, making her blush. “Anyway, you look so much better. I hope that means you’re not bailing out on me tonight.” He said, a hopeful glimmer glowing in his green eyes.

Y/N cheeks burned ever harder.

“I think I’ve ignored you long enough. Just let me change, meet me in my trailer in an hour”. She smiled sweetly before heading to the dressing rooms.

A while later, and earlier than he should, Bill was knocking on the door of Y/N’s trailer. A voice inside signaled him to come in, and so he did. Once inside, he found her sitting on the sofa with her legs pulled up, brushing her wet hair. She had showered and changed into a long, overworn sweater that reached her knees, and was barefoot.

“Hey”. Bill muttered with a smile, making his best effort not to look to much at her bare legs as he walked over to join her.

“Hey”. She responded back with a beam, although she was obviously exhausted. She slid the brush over the damp strands one last time before handing him the remote control.

“You pick the film.” She winked and walked away to discard the brush.

After they had agreed on a scary film, Bill lay along the length of the sofa, his long legs inevitably poking over the edge of it. With his back pressed against the backseat of the sofa and a blanket enveloping them, he held Y/N from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her little frame.

Laying there with her tangled in his arms, he couldn’t help but imagining how easily he could get used to it. But that thought suddenly soured, as his mind wandered off to the idea of what would happen when the remaining weeks of filming came to an end. Thinking he would never again enjoy the peace her company gave him made him cling to her a little bit tighter.

He pressed his nose into her moist hair, and took in the fragrance of vanilla scented shampoo, body lotion and her natural perfume.

Unpremeditatedly, his fingers found the hem of her sweater, and when his fingertips made contact with the smooth skin of her thigh, he sighed and she tensed.

He froze, waiting for her to jerk herself away from him, but she did not do such thing.

As he buried his face further into her curls, his eyes detected a spot of bare skin that was not covered by them, and, completely driven by pure instinct and not a single drop of reason, he let his lips graze gently against her neck, before pressing them into a firm kiss. He lingered there, waiting for a response, and he got it when Y/N’s body seemed to melt into his. He smiled against her as he continued prepping small kisses along the nape of her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. He let his hand wander a little further, gently raising the fabric over her thigh.

The combination of his ridiculously large hand stroking her thigh and his lips pressed against the spot below her ear, elicited a soft moan from Y/N’s lips, which in response made Bill groan at the lovely sound. As the heat of the situation escalated to a dangerous point, Y/N squirmed in his grip, laying on her back to look into his eyes.  

“Bill…” She whispered, barely breathing. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know”. He mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning forward to run his nose against hers. “Do you want to stop?”

Y/N seemed to meditate his question for a few seconds, seconds which seemed never ending to Bill. She finally sighed.

“No. Not really.” His lips were immediately crashing down on hers. Bill kissed her with so much hunger and need she was almost taken aback. He shifted himself on the sofa so he could suspend himself above her, holding himself up by his arms, placed at either side of her head. His mouth was insatiable, his tongue nudging her lightly, asking for permission. She granted it by parting her lips, and she was soon tasting him. Y/N raised her arms up to plunge her fingers into his unruly chocolate brown locks, pulling softly. A pleasured moan came out from the depths of his throat and he kissed her even harder, his hands now far from idle, rolling up her sweater to glide his palms over her legs. Y/N felt an unknown and burning need to feel him against her, so she slid her hands from his hair, down his chest and into his waist, and yanked him on top of her. Bill barely missed a beat, his lips abandoning hers to replace them with the sweet skin of her neck, but this time he didn’t lay light pecks, instead letting his tongue taste her before sucking hard at her throat, earning a loud moan from her.

“You have no idea how much I want you, do you?” He whispered hoarsely into her ear, before playfully biting her earlobe. She mildly responded by raising her head to kiss his throat. He felt it burn, there were her lips touched him, and he groaned. He brought his forehead to rest against her, kissing her lovingly. “I need you. Now”. She cupped his face.

“I need you too. Please”. The sound of Y/N’s voice begging for him nearly made Bill go putty in her arms.

There would be plenty of time in the future to undress her slowly and leisurely. In that moment, the clothes that separated their skin couldn’t disappear fast enough. The dim light of the horror movie that still played on the TV offered the perfect light he needed to behold her naked body. He groaned at the sight of her, bending his head to cover one of her hardened nipples with his hot mouth, sucking hard and pulling at it with his teeth. Y/N quickly covered her mouth to stifle the scream that wanted to surface, but Bill snatched her hand away, looking up into her eyes.

“Don’t do that. I need to hear you, please.” She cupped his face again to pull him back for a kiss.

“Please Bill. I need you, please…” She implored, panting, and of course, he couldn’t say no to her.

He held himself up by his elbows, while Y/N fingers raked through his hair.

She closed her eyes when she felt the tip of his manhood nudging her core.

“Look at me Y/N. I need to see you”. She opened her eyes, in the exact moment Bill thrusted himself inside her, filling her to the hilt. A perfectly synchronized cry escaped both of their lips. He stilled momentarily, getting used to her, before rearing and driving himself back in. He repeated the action a few times before he established a rhythm, his hands fisting in her hair as he brought his mouth back onto hers, kissing her furiously.

An hour passed. Or maybe a few minutes, Bill wasn’t sure, when he felt Y/N’s body begin to shiver. Bringing his hand down between her legs and attaching his mouth to her nipples he continued ramming into her, until her eyes closed shut, her legs enclosured painfully tight around him and a strangled moan erupted from her throat. The pleasure her walls clenching around him brought was just too much. His arms shot forward and his hands gripped the arm of the sofa, veins popping out from the sheer force. He rocked forward a few more times until he couldn’t bear it no more, burying his face into her neck and letting go.

Bill dropped his weight on top of her, completely spent, and hummed when he felt Y/N tangling her fingers in his hair. When he regained some energy after a few minutes, he raised his head to peek at her and smiled.

“I think I’ll be staying in your trailer from now on, it’s definitely more comfortable than mine.” She dropped her head back and laughed.  

[takeontaron-blog]

And I’m Told (She’s) a Virgin - A Taron Egerton Fanfic

Taron x Reader

Obvious (first time) smut 

The after-party was spectacular. The director had called a wrap on the film this morning, and you were sad the production was over. Getting to see everyone tonight in celebration of the project completion was such a treat, and especially since this was your first movie you’d ever been a part of, the entire experience was very exciting and emotional. You had been cast as the lead in a drama opposite Taron Egerton, who you adored working with, as he was such an amazing actor to work with but also great fun, as well as both your on-screen and off-screen relationship had become a constant flirt fest. 

You hadn’t visited with him very much tonight, but as the party was coming to a close and you were beginning to feel sober enough to drive, Taron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight bear hug, causing you to startle and then laugh. 

“Hello, luv,” he slurred his words slightly. 

You smiled at him. “Quite drunk, are we?”

“We were quite drunk, but I cut myself off about an hour ago so now I’m just an itty bitty bit tipsy.” He clumsily rested his head on your shoulder and smiled, seeming to enjoy being pressed against you. 

“Do you need a ride back to your hotel?” you asked. 

“Mmmmm,” he nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you shrug and giggle. “No, I got a car waiting for me.” He pretended to bite at your neck and you pulled away, laughing, but not able to get far because of his arms still solidly tied around you. 

“Stoooop!” you continued to laugh. “It tickles!”

“Come with me?” he asked simply, a slightly drunken loopy smile settling on his face. 

“To your hotel?”

“Yeah. We’ll have another drink.”

“I don’t think you need another drink.”

“Ehhhh who bloody cares.” He lazily pressed his lips against the side of your head and gave you a sloppy kiss. “Please come with me, though.” He stared into your eyes. “Please? Please. Please. Pleeaaasseee-”

“Yeah, okay!” you gave in with a grin.

Taron smiled, quite happy with his victory. “C’mon, then, the car’s just ‘round the back.” He started walking backwards, half pulling you with him as you both stumbled over each other’s feet.

“Taron, let go of me so I can walk!”

“Mmm no, I don’t want to.” You both reached the car, which in fact turned out to be a limo, and he opened the door for you, gesturing dramatically for you to enter. 

You slid into the back seat, looking around excitedly. You’d never been in a limo before, and it was quite posh. Taron got in alongside you, and upon closing the door, the vehicle started towards the hotel. 

Taron leaned his head back against the seat, head turned towards you. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

You nodded. “Such a wonderful time.”

“I’m glad.” Taron’s fingers reached out to gently run up your knee that was poking out from under your dress, and you playfully raised an eyebrow at him. Without warning, he scooted over so he was pressed against you and he began kissing you intensely. You gasped, surprised, since you two had never actually engaged in any kind of physical or romantic acts off-screen as of yet, but it was really, really nice to have him kissing you solely because he wanted to and not because the director was telling him to do so. You gently kissed him back, a little intimidated by how experienced he seemed to be, his lips consuming yours over and over again. 

He decided to attack your neck next, hungrily sucking and biting down as you attempted to control the moans trying to escape your mouth. Your attempts didn’t work well, however, and you heard yourself let out a breathy moan as he bit and pulled a little at the area where your neck and shoulder met. That seemed to be what he was waiting for, as he roughly grabbed your right leg, pulling it across his lap so you were spread open for him and his fingers went directly to your clit covered by your thin panties.

Sparks shot through you in every sense of the word, but so did some minor panic. You didn’t want him to stop, but you also knew if you didn’t say something soon - your thought were silenced when you suddenly felt Taron’s fingers slide underneath your panties and his fingers immediately went for your opening. Then the thoughts came back, screaming this time. 

You squeaked loudly, hurriedly pushing him away with one hand as your other went to grab and pull on his hand that was currently between your thighs. 

“Please!” you whimpered, hating how pathetic you suddenly sounded. 

Taron stopped immediately, looking extremely confused but concerned. “I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, trying to figure out what to say.

“Did I misread the situation? I’m so so sorry, Y/N, maybe I’m not as sober as I thought I was and I misunderstood -”

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” you said, wanting to soothe him. He seemed so scared that he had done something wrong to you. “Uhm, it’s just that....” you trailed off, looking at the floor, feeling embarrassed and small. 

“Yes?” Taron asked softly. 

“I’ve....never done this before.” You gave him a weak smile. Taron stared at you, speechless for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything tonight.”

“What? No! No, not at all.” He took one of your hands in his and rubbed it gently. “No, I’m sorry. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I had no idea, I feel like an ass now.”

“Please don’t feel bad. I was enjoying what you were doing,” you admitted shyly, feeling yourself blush. “I just, uhm...yeah...”

“So, what would you like to do then?” Taron’s voice was so kind you wanted to cry. You couldn’t believe how understanding he was. “We can still go to my place, have a drink. If you’re too tired to leave, you can have the bed and I’ll take the sofa.”

“I kind of don’t really know what I want right now.”

“That’s alright. It helps that we’re staying in the same hotel. When we get there, I’ll walk you up to your room if you prefer?”

You suddenly realized something you did want right then. “I want to be with you for awhile longer, if that’s okay.”

Taron’s smile made your stomach do flip-flops. “Of course. I love being around you.” He kept your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. “I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but....you really did surprise me. I don’t understand how you’ve never been with anyone. You’re so beautiful and talented and enchanting.”

You giggled. “Enchanting?”

Taron nodded sincerely. 

“Yeah, alright, I’ll take it.” You rode in silence for a minute. “Can I ask you for something?”

“Anything, darling.”

“Would it be okay if you kissed me again?”

“Of course,” Taron breathed, leaning in to you again and pressing his lips against yours, this time tenderly. You kissed back, your hands finding themselves in his hair, and he groaned softly. You kissed for awhile longer, Taron breaking the moment by pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. You felt yourself getting wet, breathing in his scent, feeling his lips and hands on you, just having him so close right now. You realized you were feeling intense lust, and apparently Taron felt the same as his pupils dilated staring into yours. You found yourself breathing a little harder as your heart rate sped up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, Taron gently placing his hands on your waist. You felt safe, you felt cared for. You suddenly realized you felt ready. You were ready, and you realized you couldn’t possibly want it from anyone else than the man gazing at you right now. 

“Taron?” you said softly.

“Yes, Y/N?” he replied in an equally quiet tone. 

“Do you think, uhm..I mean, obviously I have no experience, but...well..do you think you might still want to be with me tonight?”

Taron’s eyes grew just a bit wider, his mouth falling open just enough for you to notice. Now it was his turn to experience an increase in heart rate. “Y/N, I don’t know...”

Your heart sank, and you felt so heavy, like you might cry from embarrassment and raging hormones and just....

“Oh, no, luv, I didn’t mean it like that. Believe me, I want you. I want you more than anything in the world.” He paused, and you felt like dying while waiting for him to continue. “I meant, I don’t want you to do this just to please me or anything. I want it to be because you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” you breathed, leaning up to kiss him again. 

“Are you sure you want me?” he asked.

“Only you.”

Taron held you away from him just enough to look into your eyes one more time. “You’re sure?”

You nodded, suddenly wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Please, Taron.”

You felt like you would melt at the adoring gaze he gave you before pulling you into him tightly and kissing you. Just then, the limo pulled up to the hotel. Taron quickly helped you out of the car and you walked hand in hand though the back entrance and straight to his room. Upon closing and locking the door, Taron took off his coat and you stood next to him, unsure of what to do. 

“Would you like something to drink? Do you need anything, luv?”

“Just you,” you said. Taron picked you up then, walking into the bedroom, kissing you the entire way. He set you down on the bed, kicking his shoes off as he stretched across your body, starting to nip and pull on your lips. 

“Promise you’ll stop me at any time if you need, alright?” he asked. You nodded, and he slowly began kissing down your neck, your shoulder, your arm, then to your collarbone, your breast, your stomach, all still covered by your dress. He kneeled down in front of the bed and removed your shoes, kissing up your calves to your knees then pushing up your dress just enough to kiss halfway up your thighs. He stood up, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the floor, and you drank in the sight of his naked upper body and groaned in anticipation. He continued to stare at you while he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, leaving him only in his underwear. Your heart was in your throat as you saw his boner though the fabric, and he climbed back onto the bed and helped you sit up. 

“Just relax, let me take care of you.” He kissed you deeply as his fingers found the zipper on the back of your dress, slowly pulling it down and pushing the material off your shoulders. He kissed the newly exposed skin as he gently pulled the dress off of your body, and even though you were still in your bra and panties you felt extremely exposed. “I’ve got you,” he reminded you as he pulled you into him, sucking on your neck. You closed your eyes and sighed, the feeling of his bare chest against yours warm and an intense turn-on. You felt his fingers unhook your bra and pull it away, tossing it onto the ground. Your face grew red and you moved your arms to cover yourself. 

“It’s alright,” he cooed in your ear as he pulled on your lobe. “Lay back for me.”

You did as he asked, still covering your chest. “You don’t need to hide.” He gently took your wrists in his hands and pulled your arms away, revealing your breasts to him. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. “So beautiful,” he purred, and you felt a hand softly squeeze one of your breasts. “Y/N, open your eyes. Please look at me.”

You willed your eyes to open slightly, and Taron smiled at you. “I don’t want you hiding from me in any way tonight. I want you fully present.” He lay down beside you, pressing into your body as he propped himself up on an elbow and ran his free hand over your stomach. “I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” With that, he leaned over and his tongue snaked out, tracing one of your nipples. 

“Ooohhhh!” you breathed, delighted by the feeling. Taron smiled at you before taking your nipple fully into his mouth, sucking gently. Your back arched and you hissed softly, your hand instinctively wrapping itself in his hair and tugging lightly. Taron moaned around your nipple, letting you know he liked it when you did that, and began sucking and licking a little harder. “You like this, Y/N?”

You nodded, not realizing the small smile that was on your face as you allowed Taron to slowly explore your body. He made sure to give attention to the other nipple before kissing down your chest, licking a line from your sternum to your belly button, then kissing up and down your stomach as you squirmed, letting out soft moans the entire time. 

You felt yourself tensing up when Taron’s lips met the top of your panties, and he pulled the fabric aside just enough to place his lips on your hip bones. He slowly, slowly pulled the fabric down, kissing every bit of skin as it became exposed, and right as he was reaching the opening to your slit, he paused and looked up, searching your face for any trace of doubt. 

“You sure?” he asked. You felt a little bit of panic still, but seeing Taron kneeling over your, having loved you all over already, his face full of lust and desire, you pushed the probing anxiety away and nodded.

“I want to hear you say it,” Taron asked.

“Yes, Taron. Please.”

You felt the panties pulled off completely then, and you kept your legs together, feeling yourself tremble ever so slightly from the anticipation and from nerves. 

“I’ve got you,” Taron breathed, kissing up your thighs, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your mound and looking up at you as he put his hands between your inner thighs. He gently pushed your legs apart, groaning at the first sigh of your pussy. You willed your breathing to calm down as you watched him looking at you, pushing your legs wide apart until you were completely spread open for him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re dripping for me,” he moaned as he ran his nose up your slit, causing you to whine. “You smell so good. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be the first to taste you.” He dipped his tongue into your folds, and you moaned loudly. “God, you taste like honey. Y/N, I could eat you out forever. Fucking hell.” His tongue probed against your opening, swirling around it for a moment before pushing inside. You gripped his hair in your hands as you cried out, overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure. He tongue fucked you for awhile, lapping up any juices his mouth could find. He then traced his tongue up to your clit, flicking the tip against it as you bucked into his face. He moaned as he buried himself into your pussy, sucking and licking your clit, holding your legs open as you writhed around, moaning his name over and over again. 

You felt one of Taron’s fingers gently rub your opening, and you tried to relax as he pulled it inside as deep as he could go before inserting a second one, slowly stretching you out. He pulled his head up for a moment, enjoying the sight of you being pleasured by him. “You like my fingers inside you, Y/N?” he asked as he began scissoring them back and forth before curling them and pumping them in and out. You whined in response, and he chuckled as he started licking you rapidly. You felt your orgasm building quickly, and you yelped when he sucked sharply on your clit, sending you over the edge. 

Coming down from your climax, you opened your eyes to see Taron licking his fingers off before placing his lips around your opening and sucking, causing you to cry out. “I want every last drop of you,” he said, running his tongue along you one last time before sitting up. “How are you doing, Y/N?”

“Mmmm wonderful,” you sighed. He smiled, then stood up just long enough to take off his underwear, immediately climbing back into the bed and crawling up over you. You gasped loudly when you saw his cock, thick as hell and much bigger than you had expected. He settled between your legs, kissing you deeply as he slowly began moving his hips, rubbing his cock in your wetness. 

“You still sure about this?” The tip of his cock nudged your opening, and you tensed up. “We don’t have to do anymore tonight, Y/N.”

“No, I want this. I want you.” 

“You’re sure?”

You nodded. “Will it hurt?” You felt so stupid for asking, but for some reason your anxiety got the better of you. 

“I swear I’ll do everything in my power to not make it so.” He stared at you awhile longer, letting your body calm down a bit. “You ready?” he breathed, forehead against yours. 

“I’m ready.” You gripped his shoulders as his tip pushed through the tiniest bit. Taron’s mouth went to your neck, kissing and murmuring encouragement until the tip was inside. Your body went rigid as he pushed in deeper, crying out at the foreign pain. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, continuing to kiss your neck, your lips, your collarbone. “Relax. I don’t want to hurt you.” You felt tears well up as he pushed through until he was fully inside, and he stilled himself. “Breathe, Y/N,” he held your face in his hand, stroking your cheek. “Relax, breathe. I’m right here.” His voice soothed you, and you relaxed, trying to get used to him inside of you. 

“I’m going to start moving now,” he kissed you. “Tell me what you need.”

“Just hold me.” Your hand gripped his arms, his shoulders, his back as he pulled out and pushed back in again, then again, slowly at first until he could tell the pain was subsiding, then beginning to pump a little harder, a little faster. You started moaning, and he sped up, groaning against your shoulder as he bit into it. 

“So. Fucking. Tight,” he growled, and your head fell back as he hit a bundle of nerves that sent the most amazing feeling through your body. “So warm, so wet, so perfect. I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you, that you let me be your first. Seriously the best pussy I’ve ever had.” He worked on finding an angle to hit your special spot, and upon finding it, began pounding into you roughly, your almost-screams of his name driving him on. 

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, Y/N. You’re going to make me come undone. Can you cum with me? Just one more for me, please, Y/N.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he went deeper, causing the most exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. Your body began to tremble, and Taron held you close. 

“I’m....coming...” you gasped, and Taron pounded into you just a few more times, each thrust a little harder than the one before, and you shattered, crying out as you saw stars, hearing Taron praise you as he hit his own climax, then both of you collapsing in an exhausted mess. Taron still held you, not seeming to want to let go. He peppered your face with tiny kisses that made you smile. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he sighed happily. 

“Thank you for an amazing first time.” 

He kissed you lovingly before pulling out and helping you off the bed to go get cleaned up. After you each had a quick shower, you got back into bed and settled under the covers, both still naked and wrapped around each other’s bodies. You felt safe and warm as you snuggled into Taron’s chest, drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. 

Requested - requester asked to remain Anon. Could you write a fic where the reader is losing her virginity to Taron and he is all caring and super sweet? :) 

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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 14 – From This Point and On

D-day: it is a term coined from the landings performed by the Allied at Normandy, which lay in hands of Nazi Germany during the Second World War.

There are several historical debates concerning the accurate representation of “D.” The most commonly supported argument nowadays is that “D-day” is an acronym for “Day-Day,” and the former “day” is believed to be a temporary connotation of the date of the landings, which was unsettled at the time.

Simply put, “D-day” was named for “the day unknown,” in a way. Which is ironic, considering the fact that by the 21st century this term has come to denote a specific date of an event or operation.

On the other hand, had Rael known the origin of “D-day,” he would have thought that it could not be any more perfect for his situation. Because even though it was the D-day for him, he had no idea whether he could depart for Lukedonia.

At the same time, however, now kind of familiar with the human called Yuhyung Jang, he really did not care.

He did not care that the researcher did not show up on time for an hour, as long as he could leave by the end of the day.

And Rael could swear he took care in making himself sound not too irritated with the delay, but the KSA agent leading him to the lab was sweating his glands off trying to appease him.

“P-please don’t worry, sir! I’ll teach him a lesson as soon as we find him!”

Rael already told him a number of times he needed not to fret, to no avail. Then again, the director and the doctor, the most authoritative personnel in KSA, and Yeonsu and Sangin, the most influential agents of KSA, looked more than ready to bark like a dog or jump off the building, if only Rael had said the word.

So Rael was not surprised to see lesser employees, including his guide, acting like a bunch of scaredy-cats.

Hence Rael gave up on relieving his guide of his anxiety by the time they reached Yuhyung’s lab, which was sealed by a wooden door fit into the frame as a provisional boundary, perhaps because Yeonsu made the original door useless with a kick.

“Hey! Yuhyung! You in there?!”

The agent pounded the door, and they were met with a crashing sound within, something to be heard from a demolition site.

“What on earth is keeping you there for an hour?!”

“S-sorry! Sorry! It’s just that...”

“Well, hurry up! You’re late...!!”

“N-no! Don’t open the door! Please, don’t!!”

Yuhyung freaked and yelled, while Rael spied something through the opening of the wooden board.

‘A smoke? Is there fire again?’

He was about to warn the agent, when the latter jerked open the door and screamed at Yuhyung demanding to tell them what kind of trouble he brewed this time. He thereby allowed the misty body flickering inside the lab to spill out to the corridor.

Rael was unfazed by the déjà vu of his previous visit to Yuhyung’s lab. He was only interested in what had happened to the owner of the lab.

‘It doesn’t smell like something burned... But I wouldn’t dub it as an ordinary smoke. What is this smell...?’

The blonde noble was about to step into the room to inspect better, when the agent next to him blocked his mouth with his hand. At the same time his knees gave out, and the man promptly collapsed.

“Agent Jung!”

Just then Yuhyung, with his nasal area protected with a thick piece of cloth, bolted out of the lab and examined the fallen agent. As soon as he recognized Rael, who was also wearing alarmed eyes, he literally groveled before him.

“P-please! I need your help!!! W-we must not let this gas spread through the building!”

Rael’s composure kicked in upon the man’s plea, and he lunged towards the chamber. He shut the door and surveyed his surroundings to find out where the smoke was coming from – under Yuhyung’s desk.

Or rather, from the center of a mass of shattered glasses scattered about the leg of his desk.

When he had to take advantage of Frankenstein’s lab in the past, Rael collected enough scientific knowledge and experimental tips to realize exactly what he would need in this situation. The noble fervently rolled his eyes, which soon landed on a round-bottom flask labeled “neutralizer.” Sparing no second, he snatched the utensil and catapulted it.

He swiftly maneuvered his body so he would be safely away from the smoke even before the chemical would hit the glasses, and instantly even thicker smoke blasted through air, with a sound of an acid scorching the surface of a metal.

However, the phenomenon was short-lived, as the first smoke blended with the new smoke and grew faint in color and stench. Rael waited for the original smell to dissipate completely until he unfastened the door.

“T-thank you so much! That’s right... The neutralizer. How could I forget? I was so stupid. I was...”

“So startled you missed it. Which is natural. Totally understandable. By the way, what was that gas?”

Yuhyung’s face turned melancholy, distressed, while Rael took the agent to a nearby cot, still unconscious.

“This gas was one of the secret weapons we were developing against the Union. Or rather, it was one of the weapons we were developing against modified humans. What we had in mind was a weapon that can subjugate modified humans.”

“You mean only modified humans?”

“That’s right. When humans go through body modification, their genes naturally go through man-made genetic mutations, which create unnatural biochemical molecules to last permanently in their genetic make-up. So we figured if we come up with a weapon that reacts exclusively to such molecules, we will be able to arm ourselves with a weapon that works solely on our enemies AND prove devastating against the Union. I was in the lead of the project concerning this gas.”

A weapon that makes a lethal chemical reaction with physical traits unique to the modified humans – it sounded more than efficient to Rael. Which in turn made him question how come KSA has been keeping it secret even now. And how come the researcher seemed so disappointed when he should be practically stabbing the air with his nose in pride for such a breakthrough of weaponry.

Yuhyung opened his mouth in reply, which punctually rid Rael of his questions.

“But we were met with a problem. With our current technology and resources, it was impossible for us to adjust the effectiveness of the gas while keeping the Union’s radar quiet. In the end, this gas became a blackout tranquilizer that takes effect on modified humans and ordinary humans – a huge waste of our time and money and effort.”

Yuhyung turned his head towards the spot where the gas used to rise, his pupils dense with dejection and mixture of affection and hatred.

“So I decided to destroy it, after saving a sample of it in case we would need it in the future as a reference. And I was trying to make the bottle more airtight just before you arrived, so... Yeah. Uh, but I’m not blaming you! Not at all! This is all because I was clumsy.”

“...Does our upcoming trip have anything to do with your nervousness...?”

“Uhm... It’s true that I got less sleep than usual last night, but... Uh, but that doesn’t mean I blame you for this! I will never do that!!!”

Rael waved his head ever-so-slightly before he clogged his voice box. After all, his priority was not shaping his conversation with Yuhyung into an actual conversation. They were supposed to drop by the director’s office one last time before they moved on their way.

Still, Rael could not help peeking at the man as they walked towards their destination.

‘Frantic but certainly gifted in research. In other words, a puzzle of a human being.’

Now that he learned about this so-called supposed special weapon against the Union, he had even come to admire Yuhyung.

He was aware that “keeping the Union’s radar quiet” did not simply mean keeping the Union in the dark regarding this gas.

‘In addition to keeping this gas secret, these people would have had to downgrade their technology on the surface, to make KSA technology appear like a firefly in the face of a sun in comparison to Union technology. So that even if Union gets to take a look at their technology, those monsters wouldn’t notice that KSA has been trying their hands on studies and experiments on body modification behind their backs.’

Even with limited resources and technology aside, the fact that this man managed to develop such a pioneering weapon to near completion under the invisible eyes proves how talented he is as a developer.

‘Not to mention KSA’s technology on body modification would be at least a century behind that of the Union. Not that KSA must have been slacking off with their lab progress, but its technology in the essence would be no more than imitation of Union technology, thus obviously lacking in precision and quality. But this guy designed what could have been a masterpiece with inadequate resources, mimicry of technology, and progress that would not draw Union’s attention.’

What could have happened if this human received his salary not from KSA but from Union? What if this researcher decided to antagonize nobles or werewolves?

‘I’d hate to even imagine what could have happened.’

Joyful for the very first time that he was not an opponent to an ordinary human, instead of a supernatural fighter or a modified human, Rael glanced at Yuhyung with veneration.

In other words, noblekind and wolfkind have earned a superbly deft ally.

Which is why Rael’s footsteps had grown much more steadfast on his way out of the director’s office.

‘Now it’s all up to me. As long as I do my job correctly, this project will be a success. And Lukedonia and werewolves would get to boast tighter alliance and security and accelerate their recoveries. And the Kertia advisory patriarchs would hopefully acknowledge me. So I will do a good job. I must.’

Feeling his anxiety stirring, Rael calmed himself.

‘A lot of things will change from this point and on.’

*****

Meanwhile, Frankenstein’s Lab

“...Beg your pardon?”

Frankenstein retorted at his visitor, apparently unhappy that she must repeat herself, as suggested by her pursed lips.

“Where is the 3rd Elder?”

Frankenstein could tell that this was not a social or friendly visit, for Lunark was donning a face of a child whose mother verbally offered some broccolis.

“Mind if I ask you why you need to see him?”

As soon as he asked, Lunark’s grimace thickened. Now she looked like a child whose mother shoved broccolis into her face.

“Mind if I ask you why you need to know?”

Lunark replied, somehow making herself sound like she had her teeth clenched tight despite her wide-open mouth.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you before you.”

“You sound like there’s a reason you can’t tell me.”

“You sound like there’s a reason you can’t show him to me.”

“Can’t you just let me know why?”

“Can’t you just let me see him?”

The banter between two gorgeous man and woman was interrupted by a third person who was not altogether unrelated to their conversation.

“No need to tire yourselves with a potential argument. I’m right here.”

The 3rd Elder joined the lab, separating a towel from his half-dry hair.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Lady Lunark?”

Lunark turned her hesitant eyes to Frankenstein. He met her straight in the eyes, questioning if she were staring at the right person.

“There’s nothing that Frankenstein cannot listen among the things that are meant for me. There shouldn’t be anything that he can’t listen.”

The 3rd Elder so very kindly explained, and Lunark signaled her acquiescence with a sigh.

“Recently, I have been in lead of my kind’s search squad, made up of warriors in order to track down Union facilities. And we picked up a couple locations. But there is a problem – or problems.”

“And what would they be...?”

“First, the facilities we found were already shut down. Second, those facilities belonged to Crombell.”

“Crombell? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. And don’t ask me how we figured that out; that’s the least of your concerns. Those facilities were wiped out so clean we couldn’t fathom anything about the ones that preceded us – whether they are male or female, or single or multiple. But curiously, they left the security camera footages intact, albeit tampered and therefore unhelpful.”

“Perhaps the ones who did the shutdown felt no need to delete them, with the footages already tampered beyond repair.”

“Probably. Frankenstein, has your gang ever taken a field trip overseas for their shutdown operation...?”

“No. For now they’re working in joint with KSA only in Korea, within its shoreline. They haven’t even been to Jeju Island.”

Lunark nodded, having expected such an answer. She focused her eyes at 3rd Elder, devoid of contempt for once.

“Well? Does this ring a bell for you?”

“...It’s hard for me to say exactly who this could be. But I think I can come up with a list of candidates behind this, if you want me to.”

“You think you can finish it in two days?”

“I’ll do that. Which is why I’d like to be excused. There’s not even a second to waste.”

The 3rd Elder turned his feet, his loose hair generating a faint whistle of a wind. Frankenstein started talking only after his sounds vanished impeccably, Lunark not even looking at him.

“Did Ignes’s data include locations of Crombell’s facilities?”

“...Yeah. Guess she undertook espionage on Crombell while devising defense against him.”

Soon afterwards Lunark sighed, still not looking at him.

“Sorry for being so biting back there. I wanted to speak to him in private if possible.”

“And why is that?”

“I figured you’d sprint outside as soon as I tell you about this. You know, so you can look into it yourself. I didn’t want to add more to your shoulders when you’re already carrying a weight worth a continent.”

“...I can’t deny that it’s most convenient for me to handle everything myself. But for now, I’m anchored to this place. So I have no intention to do that. Or rather, I’ve no time to spare for that. I’m starting to wonder how much of a busybody you take me for.”

“Busybody? I’ve never considered you a...”

Lunark rapidly rotated her head, as if complaining to him that is the most preposterous accusation she has ever heard. However, she realized how sharp her voice had become and took a deep breath.

“Anyways, sorry for barging in. I’ll be back in two days.”

Lunark turned towards the door without haste, only to glance back after a few steps.

“You do realize you’re the one who’s making me a busybody these days, don’t you? You’d better not keep me concerned about you.”

Frankenstein could not budge even after she was gone.

‘She’s concerned about me?’

In response, Frankenstein’s heart started to twist and turn, like a pair of socks in a dryer set to high.

When she did not tell him the purpose of her visit at first, he was oddly disappointed. Because with their entire history with Union taken into account, and simply with their relations taken into account, he anticipated her to glare at 3rd Elder, not him.

And when she later apologized on the matter, he was reassured. Reassured to find out that she was being considerate in her own way. Seemingly she is still being considerate for him.

Frankenstein then noted he was much more reassured than he is supposed to be and bit his lips.

‘Snap out of it, Frankenstein. This is no time for you to let that woman sway your feelings.’

Frankenstein scattered his hair, reprimanding his heart for not being itself whenever it is concerned with Lunark.

‘I need to get a grip on myself. Though I’m not sure why she keeps getting on my nerves after all this time... I really need to get a grip.’

The QuadraNet project will come to life, starting with Lukedonia, with help from nobles, werewolves, KSA, and his family in Korea. On the other hand, more than a handful of people are working their heads off to cleanse the world of the Union, especially Crombell. Therefore, it is best for him to focus on nothing but finding a solution to his new secret that not even Raizel is knowledgeable of.

‘A hoard of things will change from this point and on. I need to focus.’

*****

As for 3rd Elder, he was composing in his bedroom a rough draft of the list he promised to Lunark. Nevertheless, he knew this list would be meaningless. He was certain he knew the one Lunark was looking for, by 80% accuracy.

The fact that footages from security cameras, albeit tampered, were lingering at the scenes was more than enough to teach him who did it.

‘This is definitely her style with the job. But why? Why would she do that? I thought she was also one of Crombell’s assassins.’

Soon his brain yielded two most likely options.

‘Either she chose the extremity of eradicating everything about her commander so that no one would acquire a thing about him... Or she chose anti-Crombell propaganda now that he is gone. Though that leaves a question of whether there is someone she is serving if the latter is the case.’

He had input Helga’s name on the list, as he was typing the names in the alphabetical order. After deliberation, he began to move his hand.

‘Maybe... Just maybe...’

The cursor began to delete letters with a series of clicks, starting with “a” and ending with “h.”

Saving the list excluding Helga’s name before closing it, 3rd Elder let the air rustle through his windpipe in low vibration.

‘Maybe things will change from this point and on.’

(next chapter)

You have reached the 25% of this fanfic series! I’m not talking about the number of chapters (which keeps changing as I am typing up this message). I’m saying this was the last chapter of the introduction part of this fanfic, which is why the preceding chapters did not contain what could be considered a crisis or a battle (minus the skirmish Takio had gone through during his past, which was what chapter 13 featured). And of course, things will change beginning from next chapter. Hope you’d stay tuned for those!

[jishyucks]

Beauty and the First Kiss | Na Jaemin

Summary: Y/N doesn’t want her first kiss to be during a kissing scene in a school play, so her best friend Jaemin thinks of an alternative way out of this situation

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: I don’t really think so? Just all out fluff

lmao my titles are horrible, sorry

You seriously hadn’t thought this through. Yes, you received the lead role in the school play, Beauty and the Beast, and, yes, you were ecstatic about the part, but somehow the scene where Belle and Prince Adam kiss flew way past your head when you were at auditions.

Panic had shocked your body when you were given the script and there was no way in getting out of this kiss unless you were sick or injured or if you quit the role. Obviously you didn’t want to give the role up, especially since you worked hard to finally get the lead after three years of high school and, not to mention, that Belle was your favourite Disney princess.

The reason why you were dreading the scene was because, even as a senior in high school, you still hadn’t gotten your first kiss and you surely did not want your first kiss to be in front of many people and it being a fake and unmeaningful one too. It was somewhat your dream to have a kiss that was passionate but at the same time gentle and in private too. And if not in private, just somewhere where people around you weren’t watching. But with the role as Belle, you were clearly going the wrong direction.

Now here you were, sitting in the auditorium next to your best friend Jaemin, who was part of the backstage crew. The play was in five days and you were lowkey panicking. He was unsure on how long he had been staring at you gaping at the thick script in your hands as quiet and nearly muffled groans escaped your mouth. You had already told him about your situation and he understood completely.

“Y/N, why not just let Mrs. Choi know that you’re uncomfortable with the kiss and just ask if you and Mark can just hug or something,” he suggested quietly. He let go of his clipboard that contained a to-do list and rubbed your back. You were sure that the other senior, Mark, would be kind enough to agree along with the Director, but you didn’t really like that idea.

“No offense, but that’s kinda stupid,” you laughed, “I got the role in order to fulfill this play the way it was written. I’d look dumb and so would Mark… and the play’s in less than a week. Thanks for the suggestion though.” You gave Jaemin a small smile and made sure he knew you were being sincere.

Jaemin had no other idea than that. He really wanted to be a good friend and help you out, but there was no way out of the situation other than switch roles with someone… or he can… no he can’t. You huffed loudly, causing Jaemin to turn his head to you, you chin resting on your hand.

“It’s six,” Jaemin stated, “We should get going.” The two of you were the only ones left in the auditorium, the only sound you were able to hear was the school’s furnace.

“Okay, let me get my stuff from my locker and I’ll meet you at the front,” you said before hopping off the stage and taking your leave. Jaemin watched you with a soft expression, a small smile appearing on his lips.

After a few short moments of sitting there in silence, Jaemin hopped off the stage just as you did and went to his own locker.

He had an idea. It was unrealistic, in his opinion, and he really wasn’t sure if you’d agree to it, but he was sure that it was better than wasting your first kiss during a play at school. But he wasn’t going to tell you yet. He didn’t want to stress you out even more.

He approached the front of the school, his bag slung over his shoulder. You were leaning against the wall by the main office, your head bowed down in order to look at your phone. The squeak of Jaemin’s converse announced the presence of the boy. You looked up and went for the door, Jaemin trailing not too far behind you.

When you had got home, being dropped off by Jaemin, you quickly said a thank you before declaring that you were to stress about the problem about the drama production. A small chuckle left his mouth, quickly assuring you that you’d find a solution soon.

-

1 day until the play and you were having a dress rehearsal. This also included the whole lights and sound crew so it was basically the full deal without the audience and the obvious fact that the director was screaming cues and instructions.

“Backdrop 2! Down!” Her voice carried despite her size. You and Mark looked at each other alarmed at this fact and you were so close to laughing out loud. Mark wheezed quietly, but it still caught the attention of your drama teacher.

“Cut,” the director sighed, “Mark if you do that during the real deal, no one will be laughing with you.”

“Y/N will,” Mark joked, nudging you slightly. You laughed too, trying to help with lightening up the director’s mood.

Jaemin watched from the right side of the stage with his lips pressed into a thin line and unintentionally gritted teeth. Why doesn’t she just kiss him. Seems like she likes him a lot.

“Jaemin!” Donghyuck was struggling to carry one of the larger props needed for the set, “Jaemin, help!”

Jaemin’s head turned back, finding his friend’s knees shaking from the weight he was bearing. He let out a curse and an apology before helping Donghyuck with the dressing table.

It wasn’t long before the director told the cast to take ten before the kissing scene near the end of the play.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re going to be able to do the kissing scene for this rehearsal?” Director Jing flipped through the script with a stern look. She was serious about the play, so you coughed out a yes just so she wouldn’t get pissed. Mark knew your situation so he presented you a look that provided comfort yet was also unassertive at the same time.

“Places!” She yelled out. Followed were random sounds of hard steps and fumbling. The crew hurried to their places, the main theatre lights fading out to reveal the spots that the stage lights were set up to show.

This scene was the scene where the Beast had already transformed into Prince Adam. You and Mark stood facing each other centre stage.

“Belle… it’s me,” Mark drew out, acting surprised yet he was also trying to be convincing towards Belle. He took slow and easy steps towards where you were standing, a hand reaching out desperately.

The music slowed down. It was your cue to look at him with hesitation. Running your hand down from his neck to his shoulder, you are sure the action that you were searching the Beast from Mark was evident. The expression on your face changed from suspicion to shock and relief in under a second as your eyes poured into Mark’s.

“It is you!” You happily gasped. After this line, your hands cupped his face as he did with yours and you both start to lean in slowly.

Jaemin silently watched off to the side. He was freaking out almost as much as you were, his heart beating one million times each second.

It seemed like the time was going slow as you and Mark leaned closer and closer, but you couldn’t bring yourself to connect both of your lips.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, turning your head to the front of the stage.

Mark let go of your face and whispered a hushed, “It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize.” He made sure that you could see the reassuring smile that he plastered on your face for comfort.

“No it’s not okay!” You two seemed to forget that the mics were on and that the whole theatre was able to hear you both loud and clear. Director Jing had stood up from her seat in frustration.

“Y/N, if you don’t fulfill this role the way it is, I’m gonna have to ask the understudy to take your place!” She threatened harshly. She had finger pointed at you and, on her face, a forbidding expression.

“W-wait, Director Jing! I’ll do it!” You objected. For some reason, tears were threatening to spill out of eyes and you suddenly felt yourself struggling to breathe properly.

Jaemin noticed your saddened expression from backstage. He was tempted to run onstage to comfort you, but his subconscious told him that it wasn’t the right time.

“Then why the hell didn’t you do it just now?! You’re making yourself and Mark look unprofessional. It’s disheartening and revolting to watch,” Director Jing practically spat.

Your drama teacher sat in her seat embarrassed, unable to move or say a word of her own. You stood beside Mark with your head low, almost between your shoulder blades, but you could easily see everyone in the theatre was looking at you stunned. You don’t notice Jaemin trying to call out to you through his eyes.

All this just for a kiss? You had thought.

As soon as a tear had slipped from your eye from the insult, you ripped the microphone from your body and darted off stage. It was as if your legs had a mind of its own and you were just running.

“Y/N! Wait!” At first you didn’t recognize the voice so you didn’t willingly stop for the person. You continued to run until you ended up in the storage room that belonged to the drama department that was furthest to the back.

You swung the door open and threw yourself in, turning the lights on in the process. The door automatically and sluggishly shut itself. Sitting in the far corner you hugged your knees and tried to catch your breath. You weren’t crying, but you were panicking. There was no other solution and you were afraid that this role, that you had worked hard for, was going to be stripped from you this easily.

After what seemed like a while of sitting in silence, you had heard heavy and rapid footsteps coming from outside.

“Y/N?” It was Jaemin. You then realized he was the one behind you earlier. There was a series of doors opening and closing, so you immediately knew he was looking through all the rooms.

Your door had opened quick, and in came Jaemin. A sigh of relief was let out of his mouth has he trudged over to where you were as he breathed heavily from running.

“There you are,” he panted. Jaemin made sure to sit in front of you so all of your attention was on him.

“You didn’t need to come after me,” you muttered out, “I was gonna come back. I was gonna do the scene.” You focused your eyes to Jaemin’s legs. You didn’t want to make eye contact with him out of pure embarrassment.

“I had to,” Jaemin said calmly, “I was worried. Director Jing was too harsh… just for a kiss.” He grabbed your hand. It was small in his and he loved it. He loved how his hand could engulf  yours so easily.

“Yeah but it’s okay… it’s part of the play, Jae,” you started, “I’m being too sensitive over a kiss. I can just do the scene and not count it as a real kiss.” This was when you finally looked up at Jaemin. He was still taller than you even when sitting, indicating how much your height difference really was.

Jaemin searched your eyes, “Are you sure?” He gulped, “D-do you really want to do it? Kiss Mark, I mean… him as your first kiss.” This statement, this question, brought confusion into what you thought was your final decision.

Why was Jaemin making you think twice? It couldn’t be possible that he reciprocated your feelings. His eyes poured into yours with an emotion you couldn’t get ahold of.

“I-I’m not going to count it as my first kiss anyway. This is something I should’ve done earlier,” You stammered. You were trying to convince yourself that this was the right thing to do. You believed that the more you forced it into your head, the more you’re going to think that kissing Mark and not counting it would be easy. That it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought in the first place.

Jaemin didn’t respond as he dropped your hand and crossed his own hands nervously. His head dropped so that he was looking at his lap.

You were trying to look at Jaemin’s eyes for confirmation. If he was sure that he wanted you to do this. You gave it a few moments before sighing. You started to get up, “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” Jaemin blurted. Panic filled his eyes as he pulled you back down in front of him.

Jaemin didn’t know what had gotten into him. Right away, he regretted his actions and his words. This is because now that he had started it, he had to carry it out and finish.

“Wh-what’s wrong, Jae?” Your hand was still in his. It seemed like eternity before he spoke again. Your head was tilted to the side, trying to think of any ideas as to what he could be saying next.

“What if… what if I were your first kiss,” he couldn’t bring himself  to look at you in the eye. He pressed his lips into a thin line and puffed his cheeks.

“Jaemin, what are you saying?” You were shocked and almost speechless.

“I haven’t gotten my first kiss too,” he peeked at you through his bangs before his eyes twitched back to his lap, “I was thinking… we can be each other’s first kiss.” The way he spoke was slow. Like he wanted to make sure every syllable was perfectly clear. Jaemin was afraid that his words would come out wrong, or you would hear them wrong. He tried to distract himself by drawing circles on the floor. You can’t help but mentally squeal at this.

Jaemin noticed your inability to speak in the moment, so he went ahead and filled the silence, “If you don’t want to kiss Mark for the sole purpose of the play… why not kiss me? We’re best friends right? At least we mean something to each other.

“I know it’s… weird but to be honest, I’d rather you be my first kiss than any of the other girls in this school.” Something snapped inside of Jaemin and he suddenly got a wave of confidence wash over him.

The pace of your heart quickened and heat began to creep up your face. What was happening? Was this really happening?

“Th-this way, when you kiss Mark tomorrow, then it wouldn’t be your first kiss, that kiss would mean nothing. Not that our kiss would mean something… well only if you say so,” by now Jaemin was rambling.

“Jaemin,” You softy said. You could tell he was still muttering out a bunch of useless words. Useless because you already had your answer ready.

“I’m sorry, you don’t need to kiss me… it was just a suggestion you know. I want to save you from this, I saw you panic earlier and I just-“

“Jaemin!” You say louder. You caught his attention, especially since you had grabbed his hands and held them tight.

“Y-yeah? Sorry,” his eyes were still and wide and he was staring back at you with full alert.

“I’d love for you to be my first kiss,” you smiled softly, “I really like you Jae.”

A breath that Jaemin didn’t even know he was holding was let out of his mouth with relief. He mirrored your smile.

“Really?” He felt like he was in a dream. All of this happening in one day? He was drowning in his own feelings, “Please tell me you aren’t lying.”

“I’m not lying, Jaemin,” you shook your head rapidly. Jaemin didn’t reply but he made sure that your eyes met his. You could tell through his eyes that he was beyond happy and this, in turn, made you feel the same.

Soon, you and Jaemin found yourselves leaving closer as each second passed. Your heart was thumping against your rib cage and the louder it grew, you were afraid that Jaemin could hear it clearly. There was a prominent difference between your almost-kiss with Mark and this moment with Jaemin.

Jaemin had literally dreamt of this moment a few times. He didn’t think it’d actually happen, especially since he never had the confidence to step up and talk to you about it. He never had his chance to take his shot.

This is it, you had both thought giddily, my first kiss.

Next thing you knew, Jaemin’s lips and your lips were connected.

[noona-clock]

Girls vs. Boys - Part 10, Final Chapter

Genre: Summer Camp!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

The last several days of camp consisted of you having as much fun as possible with your girls during the day and sneakily spending time with, cuddling, and kissing Chanyeol in the counselor’s lounge at night.

Chanyeol had been correct about getting your privileges reinstated, and both of your cabins had already done archery and gone water-skiing - twice. You were actually not too thrilled with your curfew pushing back to its original time, though, because it meant you had to wait an extra hour to see (*ahem* kiss *ahem*) Chanyeol.

But your campers were more important than him for the time being, so you didn’t complain. 

Out loud. 

To anyone but Chanyeol.

On the penultimate day of camp, the directors announced the final game would take place tomorrow afternoon between lunch and dinner. Each age group would participate in a relay race complete with an obstacle course.

You weren’t going to lie; it made you a little nervous. There were quite a few girls in your cabin who weren’t as athletic, and they loudly voiced their discontent and anxiety about doing well enough to actually win.

“Listen,” you said during your circle time after dinner that evening. “At this point... as much as I would love -- really love -- to have that pizza party... I don’t want to make winning the competition the most important thing.”

All ten girls nodded in agreement, and your lips pulled into a soft grin.

“The most important thing is we had fun and we made friends. Right?”

“Right,” they assented.

“So at that relay race tomorrow, we’re not going to worry too much about winning. We’ll just try our best. If we win, great! If we don’t... it’s not the end of the world. I hope you won’t be too disappointed because... I won’t be.”

Oh, great. You could already feel the lump of emotion forming in your throat.

“I am more proud of you guys than I’ve ever been of any campers I’ve ever had. I have truly loved being your counselor, but I don’t even feel like saying I’m your counselor is enough. You guys have become my friends. You make me laugh, you make me think, you push me out of my comfort zone to become a better person. And I’m really, really thankful I was given the opportunity to know you guys.”

By the end of this little speech, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Not even yours.

All eleven of you gathered in the middle of the room for a group hug, and every single one of the girls thanked you for being the “best counselor - no, best friend ever.”

Honestly, if Chanyeol had walked in right now for some reason, he probably would’ve laughed at you. You were all being such stereotypical girls right now, but you really didn’t care.

Every young girl deserves to feel loved and respected!

But, I digress.

The last full day of camp was very bittersweet. You were pretty despondent about the fact camp was basically over, but you were excited for the last game (and you were excited to get to spend time with Chanyeol outside of camp. You wanted to get dressed up and put on some makeup for a real date which didn’t take place in the woods).

You spent most of the day doing all of your girls’ favorite activities and trying not to stress too much about the relay race.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t craving pizza, but... you tried not to think about it.

A bit surprisingly, Chanyeol and his boys decided to sit at your table at lunch, announcing it was the last act of friendship before the race. Chanyeol sat directly next to you, of course, and he even snuck in some knee squeezes under the table.

“Can you believe it’s the last day?” he murmured halfway through the meal.

“Not at all. Three weeks went by so quickly.”

You truly couldn’t fathom the fact your dad would be picking you up tomorrow. It seemed like he’d just dropped you off yesterday! It also seemed like just yesterday that Chanyeol was still your mortal enemy.

And now he was your boyfriend.

Basically.

You hadn’t talked about it yet, but... I mean, what else could he be?

“One last night in the lounge tonight, right?” he asked softly, his voice just barely above a whisper.

You nodded, sliding your hand under the table and stealthily taking his hand.

“If I’m not too full from all the pizza I’ll have eaten...” you added with a smirk.

“You wish,” Chanyeol smirked right back.

As soon as the lunch hour was over, the directors instructed everyone to meet down at the obstacle course in one hour. You shot one last grin at Chanyeol before heading back to your cabin to prepare with your girls.

But, really, all you did to prepare was blast music and dance around and have fun. You couldn’t think of any other way to ease their nerves and get their mind off the pressure to win.

“You are the best!” Chloe laughed as she jumped around the cabin to the music.

And you knew your goal of being The Cool Counselor had been achieved. You’d kind of known this long ago, when your girls showed so much interest in your love life, but still.

Seeing the quietest girl dancing wildly, hearing her sing along loudly with all the confidence in the world... It was more than you could ever ask for.

When the time came to head down to the obstacle course, you gathered all your girls together for one last team huddle. You all put your hands in the middle of the circle, you reminded them to just focus on doing their best, and you all cheered in unison.

Even as you walked down to the obstacle course together, you all sang the song you’d performed at the campfire on the first evening, though the part at the end about beating the boys was sung with much less vitriol now.

You all took your place next to Chanyeol and his campers, waiting for the director to start explaining how it would work.

Each camper would go through the obstacle course once before starting the baton race. Whoever got through the course and passed the baton to each camper first would win. And since it was the last race, it would be worth double the points.

So, really... it was anyone’s game.

You truly had to tamp down the competitiveness rising up in you. You wanted that pizza so badly, and you wanted to win so badly, but you didn’t want to risk your relationship with Chanyeol. And you didn’t want to set a bad example for your girls, either.

So you simply gave them all a tight hug before they lined up to complete the obstacle course. And as soon as the director blew her whistle, you started cheering like you’d never cheered before.

You yelled and clapped and encouraged as all ten girls made their way through the obstacles. And you did your best not to keep track of how many of Chanyeol’s boys had already gone through compared to your girls.

You two ended up starting the baton race at just about the same time, though, which made you even more nervous. A close race was not ideal; if you were going to win, you wanted to win by a landslide. And if you were going to lose, you wanted to lose by a landslide so at least you felt you’d never had a real chance.

But coming close to winning and losing? That would hurt.

Your girls held their own during the baton race, though, and the closer you got to the finish line, the louder your cheers became.

The eighth girl was running, and your heart was racing.

The ninth girl was running, and your hands were shaking.

The tenth girl was running, and... wait, was she ahead of Chanyeol’s boy?

Were you... were you guys about to win right now?!

You jumped up and down, screaming your head off. You could practically taste the pizza in your mouth already.

“Come on, Chloe! Come on, you can do it! Run like the wind! Yeah, Chloe, come -- Oh, no.”

You froze.

And everything suddenly happened in slow motion.

Chloe landed on her foot wrong as she was running, her ankle turning. She immediately hit the ground, dropping the baton and crying out in pain.

You were just about to run over to her... but Chanyeol beat you to it.

He reached her in just a few seconds, crouching down in front of her. She shook her head, so he’d obviously asked her something. And then he swiftly took her into his arms and picked her up from the ground, carrying her toward the finish line.

His boys had already won, but they weren’t celebrating. Their eyes were all glued to their counselor as he transported her over to you.

“Chloe!” you cried, reaching out and smoothing her hair back from her forehead. “Are you okay?”

But she was crying too hysterically to answer you. Chanyeol furrowed his brow down at you before he spoke.

“I’m going to take her to the clinic. Will you watch my boys?”

“Of course,” you breathed. “Thank you.”

He nodded once before striding away from the course toward the main building.

You decided to take all the campers to the picnic pavilion; it was close enough to your two cabins that Chanyeol would be able to see you when he came back from dropping Chloe off.

“Y/N,” Eunice asked in a small voice once everyone was settled at a table. “Is Chloe okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine,” you assured her, rubbing her arm comfortingly. “I think she just twisted her ankle.”

To be frank, though, you were a little worried. But you knew she was in good hands, and Chanyeol would tell you everything once he joined up with you again.

Thankfully, he arrived not even ten minutes later, and he was quick to inform you it was just a sprain. She was in the clinic resting, and the nurse would send her back to the cabin once she’d wrapped Chloe’s ankle up in a bandage.

“Thank you so much,” you sighed, briefly taking his hand and squeezing his fingers.

“Of course,” he replied softly. “Go back to your cabin, get some rest. I’ll see you later.”

You nodded, knowing if either of you said anything more... it would only be about the fact he had won.

Chanyeol had won the competition.

The boys had won the pizza party.

And after all that talk about just doing their best and winning wasn’t important and camp was about having fun... You were disappointed.

You were gutted.

You felt like you’d let your campers down.

You didn’t say a word as your girls filed back into the cabin. None of them did, either.

But then Layla finally cleared her throat and spoke up.

“We did our best. And we shouldn’t blame Chloe or think if she hadn’t fallen we would’ve won, because who knows? Maybe we still wouldn’t have. But we tried, and we had fun. So that’s what matters, right?”

You finally gathered the strength and courage to speak, so you hastily agreed. “Yes, of course. That’s what matters.”

But the dismay in your voice was very noticeable.

“I’m sorry we didn’t win, Y/N.” You weren’t sure exactly who said this because it had come from about six different voices.

“No, I’m not upset with you guys,” you assured them. “I... just feel like I let you down.”

“No! You didn’t!” they all cried, rushing over to you. “We had so much fun at camp this summer! And it was all because of you.”

“So what we didn’t win the pizza party?” Eunice proclaimed. “We made friends, and we had fun. And you said that was more important than winning, remember?”

You nodded, feeling a soft grin tugging at your lips.

“We’re not upset with Chloe, we’re not upset with you, we’re not upset at all! We can eat pizza tomorrow when we get home! But we won’t be able to see each other tomorrow...”

Oh, god, there was that lump of emotion in your throat again.

“So let’s spend the rest of today just hanging out. Having a good time with each other. And when Chloe gets back, we’ll talk about all the funs things we’ve done.”

“And we’ll talk about the dates you and Chanyeol will go on,” Layla smirked.

“Oh my god, did you see how he just swooped in and saved Chloe?!”

“He picked her up so easily!”

“He’s like a superhero!”

“He’s my hero!”

“No, he’s Y/N’s hero!”

You weren’t sure you’d ever heard so much giggling in your life.

And when Chloe arrived back from the clinic, you’d never seen 12-year-old girls be more nurturing and caring. It truly made your heart swell, and you almost forgot all about the pizza you could’ve been eating right about now...

That is, until you heard a knock at your cabin door.

Chanyeol was standing right there on your porch, his ten campers behind him. He was holding several pizza boxes. And he said words you never even imagined.

“Wanna share?”

“Really, why did you share your pizza with us?” you asked him that night in the lounge as you were nestled against his side on the sofa.

“Because,” he repeated. “You probably would’ve won if Chloe hadn’t fallen. And you were beating us in points anyway. You deserved pizza, too. It felt wrong eating it all by ourselves, like we hadn’t really earned it.”

You smiled to yourself before tilting your head up to look at him.

“Well, thank you. That was really sweet and thoughtful of you.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, kissing the bridge of your nose.

You let out a soft giggle, squeezing your eyes shut at his touch.

“So, tomorrow,” he began with a sigh.

“What about tomorrow?”

“Well... tomorrow we go back home. We won’t get to see each other every day.”

“But we will get to go on a real date,” you pointed out.

“And we can actually, like, tell people. I can stop a random stranger on the street and say ‘Hey, I have a girlfriend.’”

Aha.

“So... I’m your girlfriend, then?” you asked a bit shyly.

“Well, yeah... if you want to be.” You felt him twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. Even though you were still at camp, at risk of someone walking in on the two of you, you weren’t sure the last time you’d been this happy.

Your stomach was full of pizza. You were in the arms of the guy you really, really liked. The guy who was your boyfriend. You’d just spent three weeks with the best group of girls you’d ever known.

And while the thought of leaving Camp Lakota behind for another year should have made you sad, the thought of going back to the Real World with Chaneyol by your side was just too exciting.

You sat up straight, tilting your head to listen for any noises outside the lounge door.

When you heard absolutely nothing except Chanyeol’s deep voice asking you what you were doing, you turned and immediately went in for a kiss.

You tried to express all of your emotions in this kiss. All the pain of leaving, all the joy of being together, all the anticipation for the future. You wanted him to know you treasured all the memories you’d made here, but you were looking forward to the ones you would make together in the days, weeks, months, and years to come even more.

You knew you still looked a mess by the time your dad arrived the next afternoon to pick you up. You’d been crying the whole morning saying goodbye to all your girls, and Chanyeol had just left a few minutes ago.

You had decided to throw caution to the wind when you said your farewell to him, kissing him unashamedly right out in the open. You figured your blubbering was enough of a giveaway, and you certainly weren’t going to let your boyfriend leave without a proper kiss goodbye.

“Had a good year, I guess,” your dad chuckled as he approached you, reaching out with one arm to give you a greeting hug.

“Yeah,” you sniffed. “The more fun I had, the more I cry when it’s over.”

He took your duffel bag and hoisted it into the trunk as you opened the passenger door, sliding into the seat.

It really felt like it had only been a couple days since you’d last been in this car. Three weeks had never gone by so quickly.

“So,” he sighed when he got back behind the wheel. “Tell me everything.”

“Everything?” you laughed.

“Yeah, everything!”

Well... where did you even start?

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ambush / chandler’s events

Among all of the chaos that was about to happen at headquarters, the real threat they were facing was at Quantico. Chandler and a crew of some of the best were headed there-- many of them unsure if the mission would be successful or if they would even make it out of there alive. But Chandler knew that he could trust April and if she thought sending him there was going to be the best thing, then that’s exactly what Chandler would do. 

He had done this hundreds of times. Nothing quite to this scale because a national terroristic threat didn’t happen everyday, but Agent Wyatt was well equipped for situations like this. Chandler on the other hand, he wasn’t equipped for dealing with feelings, especially not at the height of what could possibly turn into the biggest terrorist attack of the decade. He couldn’t allow himself to think about all of that now, if he got too in his head about Cora, he would fail and right now was the worst time to fail. 

The plane over there was quick, what would’ve been a 45 minute drive, they cut that time in half. On the ride over, Chandler had been receiving intel from Director Chu as she was getting it. There were a few identified agents stationed at Quantico that were shown to have been linked to the former Agent Kantor-- the suspected terrorist leading this attack. A lot of easily swayed low level agents were mixed in with the list of names, but it was the higher ranks that concerned Chandler and the rest of his team. Some of the names listed were people that many of them had gone to the academy with-- and were even friends with. But Chandler knew Kantor, he knew just how persuasive he could be, especially to those agents that were turned. Kantor would have offered them things they craved since they had started at the academy. Committing a terror attack at the DC base and Quantico just to make a statement would only end in two ways-- his arrest or the mark of the beginning of something terrible. Chandler hoped that it wouldn’t end up being the latter. 

They arrived at the base, according to the director before Agent Kantor had arrived, but the signal had been going in and out the whole time, so Chandler wasn’t sure if something was jamming the signal or if it was just a poor connection. Once Chandler and his guys made it into the building things were quiet. It was almost as if no one was around, that everyone had evacuated and the building was empty. But Chandler was sure that wasn’t the case, giving his men the signal to be at the ready at any sign of movement. 

His men carefully moved forward, keeping eyes on each other. Before Chandler had the chance to take a step, one of his men tripped a bomb causing everyone to lose balance by being thrown onto the floor from the explosion. The only thing Chandler remembers is hearing the trigger and seeing the explosion. 

-- 

When he finally came to he had been moved to a different room. Hands behind his back, legs tied together with a rope. Stripped of all of his weapons and all of the armor he had come into the building with. He were surrounded by eight men-- ones he could only assume were Agent Kantor’s. 

“Michaels, they’re starting to wake up,” one agent said to the other and Chandler could hear them getting their guns at the ready. 

“I’m obviously not a threat to you guys, you stripped me clean of my weapons you can put your guns down unless you’re really afraid of some guy tied up,” Chandler responded to them as he used his core strength to sit himself up. 

“Shut up, Wyatt,” a familiar voice chimed in as Chandler fell from a kick to his stomach that knocked him back down. It was Agent Jacobson, who he had gone to Quantico with. Unsurprisingly on the wrong side of the fight again. 

“Feeling all proud that you can finally get a hit on me, Jacobson,” Chandler spat back at the agent, “only had to get me tied up and unarmed to do it. Looks like Kantor taught you well,” he could barely get his remark out before he felt another blow to his side, this time more in his rib area. 

“Jacobson, enough,” Chandler’s head perked up as the voice entered the small room. It was Kyle and Chandler only hoped that Kyle being there meant that he had been playing the double agent card on his undercover mission or if he had just been converted to this side. He looked around, then men seemed to be at ease with Kyle, even waiting for his commands. “Kantor wants to see Agent Wyatt himself in control, I can take it from here,” Kyle walked over to Chandler untying his legs so that he could walk on his own. He stood Chandler up and pulled out a knife holding it against his back making him walk forward. “Let’s go, Wyatt,” Chandler could tell from his voice that he was on his side and thanked April for sending him in as the head of the operation. 

In one swift move as their guards were down, Kyle swung the knife down cutting apart the ties that were restricting Chandler and tossed him a gun from his own holster. It took a second for Chandler to readjust, but he was quick to fire at the agents surrounding the two of them, taking down all of the men in non-lethal ways aiming for legs mostly so they couldn’t run. Whatever signal was jamming Chandler from HQ was also jamming their coms so they couldn’t call for help. After it seemed like everyone was down, Chandler and Kyle left the room, but not without a few cuts from bullets that had just grazed his skin. He’d have to worry about that later though. 

“MIA for seven months and Halstead still manages to get Wyatt out of every jam he’s in,” Chandler tried his best to joke with his friend, despite his throbbing head that he must’ve hit from the explosion earlier. Kyle just shook his head. 

“Kantor really thinks he’s got this place on lock, but we have agents on the inside too, like you said for the past seven months. Don’t worry about your men, they’re with people I can trust. Our top priority right now is getting to Kantor before he successfully hacks into the system at Quantico to release his virus he’s been working on. It’s why the signals are still jammed. I’m dropping you off here, but stay outside of the room”

“You want me to just wait idly while Kantor is in there sending out a mass virus?” Chandler asked.

“While I go retrieve your men from around the entire building, yes,” he stated it so simply. Kyle was always like that though. It didn’t take them long for them to arrive at the room. “I just need you to stand guard, Wyatt. Don’t do anything heroic,” he handed him another gun. “I’ll be back in five minutes with more men,” he nodded to Chandler and took off in another direction. Was it incredibly stupid to leave Chandler by himself with the end goal of the mission right there? Yes. Did he have absolutely no idea what was awaiting in there, also yes. But if he had a chance of stopping this whole thing, it was going to happen. He looked down at his watch keeping note of the time knowing that he only had to distract and disarm Kantor for five minutes so he could stop the signal from getting out. Chandler carefully pushed open the door to reveal Kantor sitting behind his computer, but he was being covered by three men, who of course saw Chandler. 

“Fuck,” was all Chandler could say as the men aimed their guns at him. He dove for cover, reaching his arm out too far and jamming his pinky hard into it’s socket against a metal door frame. The amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins would make him forget about the small injury for now. He crouched up behind the boxes and fired his gun at one of the guys hands taking out his weapon. He aimed for another’s back of his knee, hitting it in the first time. The scream the guy made on his way down was actually horrifying. As soon as Chandler thought he had the upper hand on Kantor’s men, he made his way to them so he could fight them hand to hand. It was less lethal to punch them anyways. 

As he was running, one of them threw a knife at him, and he couldn’t dodge it on time, sending the blade right into his shoulder. “Who brings a knife to a fist fight?” he asked pulling it out of his shoulder and throwing it to the side as he took down the first guy in two hits and the other with a quick dodge an uppercut, and a kick into the satellite that seemed to have been jamming the signal. Chandler stood over the guy making sure he was down before he felt a sharp blade insert his right side in his back just between some ribs then the same blade into the spot just above his anterior right hip and yank back basically slicing his side open as he spun around from the force of the knife. 

He immediately fell to the ground, his hand going to his hip to stop the bleeding that was happening. He crawled back as Kantor stood over him. 

“Chandler Bennett, do you think that just because your father is the president means you’re invincible? You should know better than that,” he said condescendingly. At this point Chandler had just hoped the comms had come back on so that anyone was hearing his interaction. He looked down at his watch, successfully wasting four and a half minutes just waiting for those next thirty seconds to come.

“No, I think it just makes me a more distracting target than anyone else, you just couldn’t wait to sink your blade into me that you left your computer unguarded.” his voice was weak and his head was throbbing now. The rate at which he was losing blood was a lot faster than he had anticipated. 

“What does it matter, you’re the only one in here with me. Once you’re dead I go back to uploading the virus and I get two wins in one day. You can be so dense sometimes, Agent,” Kantor scoffed and it was almost on queue that Kyle showed up with Chandler’s team, surrounding Kantor and taking him down in Chandler’s final moments of consciousness before the lightness he was feeling in his head made it heavy and everything went dark.

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Versus.

Couple edition of “Drop the Mic”.

Okay so, enough with the talk of my inactive ass... this is something I had had in mind for a long time, I just didn’t know if I should post it because I was not sure it was appropriate for everyone, since it’s full of attitude. Here is a couple edition of James Corden’s show “Drop the Mic”, where you, a recently discovered actress, and Shawn, your boyfriend, throw shady (inside) jokes at each other. This is an adapted version of the old shows, which means, it’s a version without Baldpit, of course, because old is always gold. I really, really hope you like it and find this funny, somehow, because I was effing scared of posting this but, please, enjoy to the fullest and I hope you have fun!! Xxx

You look down at yourself, taking deep breaths, both trembling hands adjusting the belt on your black jeans. You felt too many hands on you which only got you more nervous. There seemed to be too many people to just adjust your hair, your bodysuit, which, in your understanding, showed too much cleavage, and re-touching your make up. You felt a cold touch under your chin, forcing you to move your head up. You faced your makeup artist as she brushed your cheeks a little more, down to your neck and then your chest.

“He won’t even keep his head in the game with these.” She smiled as you felt the brush tickling your skin down on your breasts. You let out a nervous chuckle and nodded. You could hear the noise growing outside of your dressing room, only causing your mind to spin.

It was the first time you were having such a big appearance, especially that public in what came to your present relationship. You had been recently discovered in the acting world, and finally taken to the spotlight of Cinema and Television. You were starring in a huge, brand new, TV show with one of the best writers and directors. Although you had done a few jobs before, which were the ones that got you to meet your current boyfriend, they weren’t so big and some of them weren’t even aired on those known channels, so no one actually acknowledged your hard work, until now. Not only you had a healthy and firm relationship with one of the biggest music sensations at the moment, you also were starting to work on a movie as well. It was like it was all starting just then.

Your thoughts were forcefully pushed back once you heard a knock on the door. You turned your head quickly to the side, your eyes locked on the door as it opened. A guy from the staff opened the door, pushing it away as a pair of long legs stepped inside your dressing room

“Five minutes.” You heard the staff guy warning. You were sure he mentioned something else but you quickly disconnected from everyone except Shawn, who walked towards you.

Everyone started pacing around. You heard your hair dresser informing you that you were ready, but your eyes were still locked in his. He stood before you, giving you a warm smile. You sensed your cheeks heating up once you felt his touch on your waist as he wrapped one arm around it, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re cheating.” He started, looking down at your body. You frowned, both of your arms travelling up his biceps, slowly moving further up as you wrapped them around his neck. You were confused. “It’s not a fair win, when you are wearing this.” He said, looking down at your cleavage.

You let out a chuckle, looking away. You knew it was too much but you couldn’t deny the fact that you loved to see jealousy plastered on his face, as he took in your appearance. You looked back at him, only to catch him looking again. You didn’t feel too comfortable, since it was not usual of you to wear those kinds of things, but when they suggested it, you agreed instantly, wanting to take that teasing game to the extreme, already knowing it drove him crazy whenever you wore a bigger cleavage, than you normally would.

You moved your hand from the back of his neck to his cheek, stroking it gently.

“Already assuming you’re going to lose?” You nodded playfully, disapproving his statement.

Shawn’s eyes clenched and you let out a giggle, moving away from him. He bit his lip letting his eyes travel down your body again as he watched you fixing your hair.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve got some pretty good lines.” He warned you, his eyes going back up to meet yours. You smiled cheekily at him.

“I hope they’re not based on this little talk, because you’ll make a fool out of yourself.” You stated, harshly playing along with him, earning a chuckle.

Before he could answer, the door opened revealing the staff crew, calling out for the both of you. It was time. You both started walking to the door, Shawn following behind. Once you were out of the dressing room you were both taken to different directions. You gave him one last look as he put on his boxing robe. You took yours in your hand, getting a wink from him as he put the hood on.

“I love you.” He mouthed you and you smiled.

"I don’t.” You mouthed back, smiling, and he rolled his eyes.

You put your robe around your shoulders, getting some help from the staff as they tried to make it quicker. You smiled at him and blew him a kiss before the crew turned you around to get you on the entrance, before they could call your name. You were taking deep breaths as you looked down, trying to keep calm.

“Alright, alright!” You heard the crowd cheer as Reggie started to present the show. “Hold on to your pants because it’s time for a couple way of ‘Drop the Mic’!” The crowd cheered louder clapping their hands along.

You had been a fan of James Corden for a long time although you’ve never been on his show before. You happened to be with Shawn when James called him, proposing to him to do something like this and as the conversation flew between the two of them, James got really excited with the news of you getting on the big screens and without any hesitation he came up with the idea of having a couple edition of “Drop the Mic”. You were used to roast each other, playfully, at home, so you obviously agreed without even thinking twice.

Shawn’s name interrupted your thoughts, followed by a cheering crowd. People were going insane, at least that’s what it sounded like. You heard Shawn’s voice as he greeted Reggie and when you realize it, your legs are moving towards the stage, blinding lights hitting you when you feel a little push from the staff, after they handed you the mic you were going to use. You walked with your shoulders back and your chin up, raising a brow a little, enthusiastically dressing up as this fierce persona while raising your hands a little, letting them brush against the many that were hanging out as you passed through the screaming crowd.

You forced your trembling knees up as you took a few steps to the small stage. You looked up, facing Shawn. He gave you a little wink and the crowd cheered louder. You looked at Reggie, who was already laughing as he passed by Shawn to leave, once James got up the little stage, standing in the middle of the both of you. Your eyes were locked in Shawn’s as you both stood in front of each other, letting your boxing robes slide down your arms and slip down both of yours and his body, falling on the ground. James let out a loud laugh at the fake tension you and Shawn were pretending to have.

“Guys..” James started, reaching out for the both of you as you and Shawn took steps closer towards each other.

James kept laughing as he held both of his hands out, one on your shoulder, pushing you back and the other on Shawn’s chest, pulling him away from you.

Shawn was trying not to smile as he faced you, ignoring James’ hand on him, carrying on walking towards you. You kept your gaze locked on Shawn’s and once he was closer to you, you blatantly moved your gaze down his body and then back up, raising him a brow teasingly.

“Watch your neck, baby girl.” Shawn warned, taking the mic to his lips clearly pointing out the fact he was taller than you. Your chest was almost touching his, forcing you to look further up, head slightly thrown back.

You nodded at his statement and started walking back. You winked at him and he couldn’t hold it any longer. He smiled at you, shaking his shoulders a little as he stepped back, getting in his place.

“Guys please..” James started again, trying to hold back his laughter, the crowd kept cheering. “We agreed this would be soft.” He said, his expression changing into a more serious one as he looked at you and then at Shawn.

You nodded agreeing, throwing your hands up in defense. Shawn smiled, moving his head around, like he was snapping his neck, playfully warming up. James looked at the camera, you had tried to ignore whenever it was too close to you, and took a deep breath, acting out his concern.

“I really don’t want to witness a break up, here.” He said, the crowd screaming by that moment. You nodded and looked at James. He smiled at you, holding his hands up, trying to keep the crowd quiet before he could speak again. “You guys are amazing.” He said, nodding.

He took a few steps back, taking the mic up, close to his lips, again. He pointed out at you, raising his brows.

“Are you ready?” He asked you. You gave him a smile.

“I’m not the one you’re supposed to be asking that.” You fired back. James parted his lips as the crowd cheered once more. James looked back at Shawn who clenched his eyes at you. “I think it’s pretty clear who dresses the trousers at home.” You smiled. He let out a chuckle and James laughed, walking closer to him.

James placed one hand over Shawn’s shoulder and got closer to him. Shawn didn’t move. He kept his eyes on you, trying to hide his smile.

 “Mate, I’m sorry I suggested this, do you want me to put it down?” James jokingly whispered at Shawn. Shawn nodded and shook his shoulders off again.

“No, I mean... if that’s all she got…” Shawn teased, pointing out at you and giving you a look of disgust. The crowd was clapping harder again.

James laughed at the looks you both were giving each other. He stepped back and introduced you two properly, before letting you start. James left the stage, getting on the side of it and you didn’t move, letting Shawn be the one taking a few steps closer.

“Ladies first.” You spoke into your mic. Shawn let out a chuckle and nodded, looking around at the crowd. He looked back at you, taking his mic to his lips and raising you a brow.

“Is that all you got?”

“Haven’t you started yet?” You fired back, raising him a brow as if you were mirroring him. He smiled, nodding, looking at the ground.

“Give me a beat.” His voice echoed. The crowd stopped screaming so hard that time.

You looked at him, crossing your arms as you watched him sway to the beat. His head moved along with the beat, before he got into it. He looked back up at you, taking a few steps closer. Your heart was beating faster as you watched him naturally throwing his shade at you.

“Welcome to this world baby, I swear I had nothing to do with the way they got you here. I mean, you’re my girlfriend, but I didn’t know your characters name until now, and it’s almost the end of the year.”

You smiled and looked down as he came closer to you. The crowd loved it but you could still hear James laughter hovering all the screams.

Shawn got his hand to his chest as he made a few gestures to emphasize his words. You looked back up at him, a sly smile as he got even closer to you.

“I didn’t mean to be this rude, But it’s pretty clear to see.”

You looked down at where his finger was pointing only to find it centimeters away from your cleavage. You let out a chuckle.

“You got known for that beautiful front, I mean, at least that’s what got me. Because besides all those awesome outcuts, Who the fuck watches AMC?”

Your lips parted in surprise as he stepped back. The crowd went crazy, clapping and cheering for him. You took a deep breath. You knew it was just a show but you loved teasing him to his extremes and you knew he took it too far on purpose, so you were not sorry for what you were about to say.

You nodded and looked down at your feet as you moved closer to him, taking your mic to your lips.

“Alright..” You nodded, before facing him again.

He had the biggest smile on as he watched your cheeks redden. You were more than ready to have some fun. Your heart was pounding and it felt like you were about to blow up from excitement. You cleared your throat and got your shoulders back, tilting your head to the side a little before starting to answer him. Shawn smiled, his eyes traveling down your body as he took in your posture, finding it extremely sexy that you took this to heart, although deep down, he knew it was merely a joke. You asked for a different beat and it took you seconds to fall into it and starting.

“Oh, there it is the ‘no one knows you’ line!”

You turned around facing the crowd that was already cheering for you. You turned back to Shawn, pointing out at his figure.

“Pretty clever of you, the boy from that video compilation of ‘r.i.p vine.’”

He laughed and looked down but you moved further closer to him, patting your lashes as you played innocent to him.

“You started off easy, but we get it, you got big! Now your shirt doesn’t even fit you, because you’re getting fucking ripped. And although it might look hot, it still didn’t get you to fuck that girl from that video clip.”

You were on fire and you were hitting his nerve by the way his cheeks were reddening. You took his silence as a chance to add another verse. James was cheering, his mouth wide open in surprise. You gave Shawn a hard frown, taking another step closer to him before carrying on.

“Speaking of girls, I’m surprised you settled with me. Since the beginning of the year, you’ve been looking like that swift-ie. Or maybe it was me! You stumbled and I let you fall on my track, because before me, there was clearly nothing holding you back.”

The last sentence came out almost in a whisper. He looked at you, smiling, although you knew you were pissing him off. You dropped your eye slowly, winking at him before stepping away from him.

You could hear James going crazy in the back. Everyone was cheering for you now. You kept smiling sweetly at Shawn and he nodded in disapproval.

“Low blow.” He warned you, this time not speaking through his microphone, directly saying that to you. You blew him a kiss as an answer and he took a step closer to you as you stood back on your place.

You rose your arms, gesturing him to get closer as you shot him a challenging glare. He let out a chuckle and then got his chin up, looking around. He lifted his arm pointing at you.

“Alright, I want the same beat. Let’s do the same one.. can we do it?” he suggested. The crowd cheered and you bit your tongue as you watched him getting closer, bouncing his head to the same beat you rapped before.

He cleared his throat against the mic and looked up at you, raising his brows like he felt sorry for you, acting it out as he started again.

“You’re right, I did stumble. But it actually was on your IMDb page. It was rather blank and uninteresting at the time, Like that  guy’s...”

He looked up, his hand on his chin as he acted like he was thinking.

“..wait what’s his name.. oh, Nicolas Cage.”

He looked back at you and you held back your laughter. You nodded and he walked around you, pointing at you. You could say that, if it was in another situation, the way he was pointing at you and annoyingly hitting you with his index finger in the shoulder whenever he rapped another verse, was absolutely disrespectful, except it was kind of hot.

“You keep using my lines against me, we get it, you’re an actress. Your job is to memorize other’s creativity because you never seem to know what to say. But stop playing innocent, When we both know that, ironically, I’m not the one who asks for mercy at the end of the day.”

He did not take it there. You couldn’t believe your ears. You were not expecting him to take it that far.

Your mouth was wide open now as he stepped back, raising his arms in his defense. You tilted your head to the side. You both looked like little kids. James was in the back, raising his arms, laughing but still trying to put a hand on that show.

You, somehow, found it funny the way he was taking this personally. Although you were both public for a few months now, you never really took it out there. You kept your privacy, the way it was supposed to be, made a few jokes here and there but it was mostly Shawn who got things clear whenever your relationship was a topic at an interview. You were starting to find this kind of funny. It was good to see him so comfortable around you, even though this was going on television.

You looked down, asked for a different beat. You shook your arms a little bit, like you were easing the tension and then took the mic to your lips. You looked up at Shawn who had the mic ready to speak as well, getting closer to you and smiling, his free hand up, like he was about to stop you.

“You don’t have to do this.” He warned you.

You let out a chuckle through the mic and frowned.

“Are you scared?” You asked him, taking a step closer to him.

His free and went to your shoulder as he pat it slowly. You shrugged and took your hand to slap it away. The crowd cheered, letting out multiples ‘ohh’s’ as you looked up at him, walking towards him but consequently making him step back.

“Is that even a question?” He asked, his frown hardening.

“You got yourself in the way babe.” You warned him, stopping on your tracks. You looked around to the crowd who was clapping, your gaze stopping in the place where James was, laughing. You winked at him and his brows rose, worried with what you were about to say. You knew your lines and this was the perfect time to put it out there. “Give me a beat, please.” You asked and took a step back.

“So polite.” Shawn mocked you and you rolled your eyes, getting in your place.

The beat started and you bounced your head a little, still looking around, trying to find the right time to get in. You cleared your throat and looked back at your opponent, who was smiling as he watched you move teasingly closer to him.

“I take back what I said about your lines, Looks like you’re struggling to keep this on. Come on baby, show us the good writer that you are, And drop that image of the unknown boy from MAGCON.”

You pat your lashes as you got closer to him, playing innocent. Shawn was already chewing his cheek, arms crossed as he looked down at you. You were almost chest to chest with him and you could hear James trying to tell you something, which you were obviously ignoring. Shawn looked down at you, trying to hide his smile and play strong when your free hand was travelling up his torso, finger pointing at him in different spots of his torso as you kept going.

“You want to take this personal? Fine! Just know I, myself, wouldn’t want this for you. You keep throwing shade like actors don’t know how to work their tongue, When you know exactly what this mouth can do.”

You fired back and you swore the crowd went crazier once you finished that line while pulling the hem of his shirt a little up, stepping back after finishing it. Shawn looked at you with his lips parted in surprise. You could tell he was growing impatient as he nodded. His cheeks were flushed as you looked up and down his body with a cheesy smirk.

Before he could answer, you notice James running to the stage, standing in the middle of you two, now turning to Shawn who was, now, threateningly walking towards you. James dramatically held him in his place.

“Guys, we’re taking this too personal.” James acted it out.

You extended your arms, challenging Shawn to bring more but he was speechless. You started to smile and then let out a laugh at how he was trying to hold his.

“She can’t do this.” Shawn tried to threaten you playfully, his arm extending as he tried to reach for you but James kept holding him back.

“You started it mate.” James looked up at Shawn, trying to hold him back as he laughed at his reaction.

You looked around the crowd as Shawn kept trying to get closer to you. He looked down, getting his chest out and his shoulders back, teasing you to see if you took the challenge. You nodded, turning to the crowd who wouldn’t stop cheering.

“I think we have a winner, I mean…” You turned to Shawn, trying to talk through the screaming crowd. He smiled at you, walking closer to you now, James playfully warning you. “You’re running low, babe.” You kept teasing him.

Shawn nodded, extending one arm and reaching out for you. Once he held your waist, he pulled you closer from behind, your back hitting his hard chest as he embraced you, playfully tickling you as you giggled along with him. Shawn hid his face in the crook of your neck, teasingly nibbling your neck as James announced the evident winner.

if this ain’t the best show

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Pins and Needles | 04

>> Taehyung gets hurt and Na-Eun is furious at you.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x fem!reader

Word count: 2,6K

Genre: angst, fluff, actor!taehyung

Warning! Not gender inclusive. This fiction does not include gender neutral terms nor gender neutral concepts. The entertainment business has a long way to go, in providing equality, although progress has been made. This is only fictional and should not be taken very seriously.

Plot: Taehyung gets his first role in a big movie production. He is excited but he knows he’s on it, because his girlfriend, Na-Eun, negotiated with the producers of the movie. What happens when a seasoned costumier with a dark past and an actor with severe seizures meet in the brutal world of entertainment?

Note! All resemblance to real life people is unintentional and all characters, for the exception of Taehyung of course, are the fruit of my imagination.

Two months into the production and Taehyung had managed to crack open your wall and shed some light in you. He would try and steal glances from you from time to time, when you stood in the shadows, ready to help if someone needed to fix their costume. They rarely did, so most of the day you lingered in your room sewing for your own pleasure.

Taehyung was in the middle of a battle scene and the director was monitoring his performance with keen hawk eyes. Taehyung’s physique definitely suited these kinds of movies. He had a lean build and was fairly muscular. Something the entertainment industry liked to call a Robin Hood-build.

The scene was cut and immediately stylists rushed over to him and started pampering him, asking him if he needed anything and patted his skin dry from sweat. You were looking from afar thinking Taehyung hadn’t noticed you, but he had taken the habit of always inspecting his surroundings to see if you were there. When you weren’t there he felt a little uneasy, and when you were he thought his performance was better.

One of the stylists, ever so obviously placed their hand on his arm when patting his forehead with a cold cloth. She was laughing and trying to spark a conversation, which went in vain since Taehyung was stealing glances at you.

Suddenly uninterested by the flirting scene in front of you you turned on your heels and walked back to your room to finish the medieval dress-project you had began the other night when you didn’t feel like going home to your demons.

Not even fifteen minutes passed that Taehyung was knocking on your door. You opened it slowly, no need to encourage his visits when he had a girlfriend. Someone would still get ideas and it would be the end of your career. Maybe his too.

“Hey, you left.” Taehyung’s statement stayed in the air as an awkward filler. “What are you making?” He quickly tried to change the subject by focusing on the dress on the mannequin.

You followed his gaze and registered where it landed. You laughed awkwardly and went between Taehyung and the floor-length dress, as if to protect it from view.

“It’s not done yet. No one was supposed to see it.” You felt bad for him. He was only trying to be nice and you shot him down. “I don’t feel confident enough yet to show my work like this.”

He noticed how your voice had grown quieter as you spoke and you were being shy around him. He had already noticed that when he placed his hand on your arm after laughing together. You had winced and asked him not to touch using the excuse that you were sensitive.

“I say we make a deal.” Taehyung offered his hand and spoke in a more relaxed tone to calm you. “I don’t get to see your unfinished work until they are done, but could you come watch me shoot? It calms me for some reason.”

Your head snapped up in confusion. Your eyes were curious yet suspicious. Taehyung figured you weren’t the kind to take things like that as a compliment.

“What do you mean it calms you when I’m around?” Your voice was small and Taehyung could almost see how you wrapped yourself in yourself and closed off from the world. As if to protect.

“I like to know you’re watching me when I shoot.” Taehyung flashed a friendly smile. He always seemed to have a smile on his face, except when Na-Eun was at the studio. It wouldn’t have surprised you if she was one of the producers of this movie or her father’s company was.

“But like, not in a creepy way,” he laughed throwing his head back. He was showing so much genuine emotion that you little by little loosened your grip on the prejudice you had of him. “You calm me, that’s all.”

You nodded shyly. “If you want I can show you the sketches I made for this dress.” You walked over to a drawer in the side room and pulled out a piece of paper. The drawing was in black and white but you had wrote the colors down. Taehyung had followed you in and leaned over your shoulder to look at it.

“I love it!” he ran his fingers along the lines and stared at the picture for a while without saying anything. He took one step closer to stick his face closer.

You felt his front pressing against your behind and it made you sick to the stomach. Not because it was Taehyung but because the contact was too sudden and explicit. It felt so raw and threw you off guard. In fear and disgust you let the paper fall and turned around like a whip.

Taehyung was surprised and knelt down to pick the picture up and give it back to you, but seeing Taehyung on his knees in front of you made you lose it. You had to get out and take a breather. Taehyung on his knees changed into another man on his knees pleading to get a taste of you and caressing your thighs. He kept repeating how his wife didn’t need to know and that you were so beautiful he couldn’t help himself.

Crying was for the weak and you didn’t want to show Taehyung how weak you were, in fact. But the emotions were so strong the tears came down on their own and stained your cheeks. Your breath was hitched in your throat and breathing became very laborious.

Taehyung got up like an arrow and made the mistake of trying to hug you. He hadn’t realized he was partly the reason you were so distressed. When his arms wrapped around you, your hands flew up to his chest to create some distance between you.

“Get off me!” Your tears were preventing you from seeing clearly and making you more anxious than you already were. You pushed him away, but he didn’t move. To an outsider it must’ve looked like Taehyung was comforting you, but it felt more like an attack. Taehyung’s arms around you made you think of someone else. It made you want to cry out in anger.

You pushed again harder, and Taehyung gave in and stumbled away from the force your fists elicited. At that, you dropped to the floor trying to gather yourself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t-” Taehyung couldn’t finish his sentence. He dropped to the floor with you with sad eyes. Pity was the first feeling he must’ve felt.

The next morning Taehyung knocked on the door again. Shooting hadn’t started yet and he wanted to offer you a coffee. But no one answered the door even when he knocked for the third time. His eyebrows scrunched in disappointment as the coffee in his hand became colder and colder.

He had to be on set in five minutes and he decided to leave the coffee by the door for you to see. He got a pen and wrote your name on it.

He was tired and out of breath by the second take. No one seemed to notice his heavy breathing and sloppily moving limbs. Action was shouted time after time and Taehyung thought his body would soon collapse. His partner was also unaware of his state and kept striking ruthlessly like during rehearsals.

Taehyung was now completely aware if he was one beat late he would get the punch of his life. The thought seemed funny enough to consider, but Taehyung was too tired to really know what was smart and what wasn’t.

If it wasn’t the will of someone higher than humans Na-Eun walked to the studio and locked eyes with Taehyung, as his supporting actor punched him straight in the face. Taehyung’s lip explosed and the blow was strong enough to leave him unconscious.

A scream of agony could be heard from the main studio as you sat in your room watching intently at the coffee cup which had your name written on it. Taehyung’s handwriting was neat and clear, easily readable. Just like him.

Quick steps were heard from the corridor and you knew they belonged to Na-Eun. No stylist wore high heels during the day at work.

You were still sat on your chair, needle and thread in hand. You had taken a break from the medieval dress as it made you nauseous to look at it. Socks were the perfect cure for nausea and stress. And right now you had the feeling Na-Eun was coming to you.

The noise grew louder and louder the closer the source approached your door. Before you knew it, a bull-like raging Na-Eun appeared in the doorway and stormed in to grab you by the hair, but you expected that kind of behavior so you spun around in your chair and escaped her barely. Luckily you had shorter hair, so she couldn’t grab your ponytail.

“You bitch!” She was raging and lava was pouring out of her ears. “Because of you Taehyung had another bout at home and now he’s too tired to shoot.” 

You stood wordless in front of her. Na-Eun hadn’t witnessed anything that happened yesterday.

“Taehyung just received a punch in the face, because of you.” Her words were dripping with poison and her eyes glared at you. Still, you were unable to say a word. She really was a terrifying person. “He’s so tired, because he stayed here with you last night. He’s my boyfriend, keep your hands off of him!” she snapped with such force that she stumbled backwards.

She was fuming with rage and your reaction wasn’t the one she had hoped to witness. You were cold and nonchalant but Na-Eun wanted to see you on the floor crawling at her feet, begging for forgiveness. It was the least she expected from you, from Taehyung, from everyone.

She tried to take a step forward to intimidate you, but you stood your ground with an expression of steel. Not one muscle moved on your face even though you screamed from the inside. Na-Eun stared at you, clearly calculating whether you were a fight worth fighting.

“Keep your hands off of him. He’s mine!” She took one more step forward but surrendered quickly when she noticed you still hadn’t moved. Na-Eun lifted her hand to slap you as a sign of warning, but her hand never touched you because someone’s hand was keeping her from hitting you.

Na-Eun gasped in surprise as she felt Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around her slender white wrist.

“Don’t touch her, Na-Eun,” voice full of dominance he growled “or you’ll regret it.”

“Tae-?” she winced as his grip on her tightened. “Taehyung, you’re hurting me.” He let go approaching you carefully. Like a hunter trying to soothe a scared animal, he didn’t touch you. Simply whispered in a calm tone to bring you back to this moment. 

Na-Eun scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest, clearly annoyed. Taehyung paid no attention to her, she was air to him. You were the only thing that mattered. Taehyung didn’t know what had happened to you in the past, but he was determined never to see such pain on your face as yesterday.

He had stayed with you for what seemed like hours, to soothe you and talk to you about himself and his problems. He didn’t think you were actually listening, so letting his guard down he poured his soul into your hands and a little bit into your heart. Truth is, you had listened to every word and tasted the bitter taste of each and every one of them. Taehyung really was trapped in a lie of a relationship and a maze with no way out.

“Can you hear me?” he used your name for the first and it seemed to work since your eyes snapped up to his in confusion. As if you had just woken up. “I’m here with you now.”

“You two really are something,” Na-Eun laughed coldly “Your mind is crippled and she can’t speak.”

Taehyung turned to look at her with a passion she had never seen in him. Something he had never even experienced in his life. This feeling of rebellion and standing up to himself gave him the courage to stand in front of Na-Eun and stare at her in the eyes. She had dark brown eyes which were considered beautiful, but Taehyung knew what she was like in private.

“We’re done. This- this sick deal we have is over. I don’t care what rumors you decide to spread about me, I know I’m the better person here.” Taehyung received strength from every word he uttered and his posture now made him look enormous. Na-Eun didn’t quiver, but her lips were shaking. She was clearly intimidated by him and the sudden power he had wielded.

When Na-Eun had left the room you fell to your knees, supporting your body with your arms extended straight and your hair fell to your face. Taehyung knelt down to be at eye level with you but didn’t initiate contact. If you were going to touch him, the action had to begin by you.

“I don’t need to be saved.” You managed to mutter out. Embarrassed to know that Taehyung had witnessed you at your worst, unable to defend yourself and standing like a terrified deer that wanted nothing but to run away.

“Even the strongest need to be saved,” Taehyung laughed. “You aren’t alone in this world.” Taehyung hesitated to confess what he had wanted to say for so long. You hadn’t lifted your head the entire time you were left alone. “And I need you to save me.”

The winter passed and spring flowers were blooming when the production was just at its end. The almost two year long project had taken a toll on everyone, but the results turned out successful. Taehyung received an award for his performance and the movie was a box-office hit. Na-Eun and Taehyung still had to work together as she was one of the producers, but further major conflicts were avoided. Taehyung had you to ground him.

He spent every night with you, in your room watching you work. He no longer called you needle fairy, but used your real name. 

“Taehyung, you did well.” With a smile you offered a cup of coffee to the exhausted actor. The last scene had just been wrapped and the actor was dripping with sweat. Before coming to you, he had shooed away all the attention-seeking stylists who wished to be close to him. He only wanted you.

“Thank- thank you,” he had yet to steady his breathing as his chest was rising and falling at inconsistent intervals. “I feel drained.”

He took the paper cup from your hands and your fingers brushed together. It felt extremely cliché, but you thought someone had plugged a wire in your spine to send electric shocks across your entire body. The contact felt so new and pure. For the first time in ten years, touching someone else felt natural and good.

Taehyung never asked about your past which made you respect him even more. He didn’t necessarily need to know what had happened to you, in order to establish a true relationship with him. Over time you would be so comfortable around each other that touching wouldn’t be a problem. 

And if you were being honest, you had deprived yourself from human contact for so long in the fear of getting hurt again. No one could be trusted in the business and you practically breathed the costumes you created and took pride in the work you did. Taehyung didn’t want to hurt you or make you fear him. He needed you as much as you needed him.

“Do you want to come to my room and try this new jacket I made?” He whined like a tired child but followed you anyway, his needle fairy.

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 this concludes the final installment of Pins and Needles. It’s been quite a ride, but I made it. Some of you might know that I’m not very talented when it comes to these long pieces, so I hope it made some sense and that the text was good. Thank you xxx

[sambart93]

2017.09.18 Oushitsu Kyoushi Haine Review!

I was able to go to the Live Viewing of this stage! Which I am thankful for because tickets were impossible! I watched the anime when it first came out and loved the anime and fell in love with Haine and the fact that it's UeChan and Haine himself is adorable just made it all the more 'I must watch this!'

If you want more details about the overall story and plot of this stage then you can go to this blog post I just found here.

Official Website here Official Twitter here Press Coverage 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Video Coverage 1, 2, 3 PreOrder DVD/BR here, and here

However, my expectations for this musical did drop somewhat when on the Friday, I was outside the theatre (waiting for a trade) when I noticed, everyone that walked out were deadly silent and not smiling or speaking really. I’ve never seen that happen with a stage before! So it really worried me; did people not like it? Was it bad? What went wrong? Did something happen on stage? Did an actor get hurt? All these things went through my mind and ultimately it really pulled down my expectations for it. And then my friend went and was also like ‘before I went in for the night show, none of the afternoon audience were very waiwai (hyper, happy, fangirling) when they left.. and then I saw it; I understand why they weren’t waiwai but I think I’m not waiwai for different reasons’ so then I really had like minus expectations going into this. Which is a shame because thy anime is a amazing, the cast for this is solid, it has a lot of potential and room to grow and have fun and be a really enjoyable stage. But from what me and my friend had seen... it wasn’t promising =/

Anyway lets get down to it:

CAST and CHARACTERS

Ueda Keisuke as Haine Hirose Daisuke as Leonhart/Leonhard Asato Yuya as Kai Aoi Shouta as Rihito / Richi Adachi Yuto as Bruno Tatsuma Hoshi as Maximilian Udagawa Tsukasa as Lugwig Kimisawa Yuki as Rosenberg Nobuo Kyo as Victor Ensemble

NON SPOILER REVIEW Overall: This is going to be really stupid, and I know it, BUT... there was too much singing. I felt like 70% of this is just song after song after song (according to one press release, this musical has over 40 songs) with no plot or scenes of dialogue. Especially the beginning. The first 30 minutes are absolute torture of song after song and I got very agitated and bored of it very easily and felt like ‘get to the story already!’. Luckily the singing simmers down once we get past Leonhart’s arc and get into Kai and Rihito’s story; there’s definitely less singing and actual acting and scenes once that beginning is over. Asato Yuya as Kai was absolute perfection; he couldn’t have done a better job. Rihito’s arc in the stage is VERY good and very enjoyable. I absolutely adored Aoi’s performance  as Rihito in this part of the stage and his song in the climax of the arc actually made me cry pretty hard. Kimisawa really surprised me with his singing; his singing is absolutely amazing. I was so impressed! But after a while, what with apparently there being 40 songs in this stage, all his song started to sound the same and repetitive. But his voice is gold. I really enjoyed Nobuo Kyo’s performance and thought he fit Victor pretty well. UeChan was obviously a great Haine and his performance always fascinated and entices me. Although I will say; this musical version of Haine lacked in comedy and lightheartedness which is a shame because they could’ve done so many cute and adorable moments with UeChan as Haine but they didn’t do it so much; only now and again would there be cute Haine moments which I'm sad about. And because of the lack of comedy and lightheartedness, the musical feels very down and dark and it’s actually tiring to watch after about the first 110minutes. I noticed the audience around me in the cinema started to get really fidgety and restless after about 100 minutes, and I started to lose it after the 130 minute mark. I think that’s why so much of the audience is/was so neutral after coming out of the show. Finally, the show ran a bit too long; if they’d cut out some of the musical numbers, this play could’ve been shorter but also much more enjoyable in my opinion. I appreciated the ending change (from the anime to the stage) though - the rest of the stage is a carbon copy of the anime. Although it kind of ends suddenly without any real... climax song.... which also leads to the audience being very ‘ah okay... *walks home*’. The best part of the stage was, in all honesty, the curtain call. Seeing the cast interact with one another and having this massive laugh and fun together as themselves in front of the audience was so much fun xD Rating: 6/10

Now to the nittygritty.

SPOILER REVIEW

To reiterate the non-spoiler section: The first part of this play is just not good. I got very bored straight away because it was just song after song after song and it really bogged me down and I was just like 'hurry up and get to the story already!'. I know it's stupid to complain because this IS a musical but.... there really are TOO many songs in this - 40!... so many songs would've been better as just scenes of dialogue. I really don’t like when a song is put in just for performances sake rather than to help the plot along and I feel this happened a lot. For example, you don’t need to sing to me how many fucking points the princes got on their test; just fucking tell me! What a waste of time. So they really irked me. Also there was one female singer who was just a note too high for my liking in almost every song and it really made me cringe. If you wanna sing that high, go do fucking opera! It really took you out of the story with quite a few of the songs in my opinion. It also felt like it was trying to be ‘west end’ with all the ensemble dancing and the singing and such. It was too much for me. There’s a reason why I hate and avoid west end musicals, and Haine unfortunately was somewhat reminiscent of those musicals so I did not enjoy it. The overall balance in the group singing though was really nice and I fell like almost everyone balanced and bounced off each other well in the singing parts. I get it's a musical so there should be lots of songs, but it just feel the balance between music numbers and scenes with dialogue and actual acting, especially in the beginning, was way off.

This musical is REALLY long too! I think we got about 60% through and people were really starting to shuffle or going to the bathroom without really caring. And at about 80% through, I started to feel 'if we go to the council scene right now I'm gunna fucking scream! I am ready for this to be done', but luckily they changed the ending which made it so much more bearable and worked much better for stage rather than it would've in the anime but I'll get to that later.

It wasn't until we got to Kai's arc that it started to be less about the songs and actually whole scenes of dialogue and acting that I started to enjoy it. Unfortunately this means that I pretty much blocked out Leonhart’s arc because that too was just song after song in my opinion. They even cut out the scene of Haine reading his diary! I love that scene! And we didn’t have any ridiculous Haine chasing Leonhart on a horse while standing ON the horse! I was hoping for some Touken Ranbu Stage horse ridiculousness for that one scene but they cut it out completely =[ Apparently the ensemble in this one are too professional to do something that silly - seriously, I hated the ensemble (most likely the directors fault though), but I just hated them. I feel like all their constant singing and dancing didn’t add anything to the stage either. Just be normal ensemble and do your roles! BUT I will say, their costumes were very, very creative and I liked them xD

As expected, Kai's arc was adorable! Especially as soon as he grabbed UeChan's hand and was like 'funi funi.... your hand... is funi funi...... suki / I like you' and Haine freaked like 'it's still a little too early for that?!-- oh, you mean my hand because it’s soft,' which was so funny! Especially because during that moment Haine was brought to his knees from Kai really locking in on his hand and playing with it >_< Asato was just perfection as Kai; he was absolutely perfect. Seeing him completely switch back to himself at the curtain call was just a great transformation to witness. His acting was so good as Kai! He had some golden moments during Rihito’s arc too.

Rihito's arc was probably the best part in terms of acting and performance. Also it had a hilarious adlib in it! Kai comes in from a side door and into the crowd and is like 'I have to be able to give greetings just like Sensei said... *faces camera, but there’s no spotlight so it’s just this black silhouette of him facing the camera, so we all cracked up laughing* are you my father?! I'll do my best!' And then he tries to talk to a girl but fails so he's like 'I wonder what Haine would do in my situation', and UeChan is just in his seat trying not to crack up. So Kai repeats himself 'I WONDER WHAT HAINE WOULD DO IN MY SITUATION,' so UeChan gave in because the crowd clapped for him to join in. He 'jumped' through the 4th wall and approached a girl 'good evening... your kimono is beautiful.... who do you like in Haine? Oh me? Thank you! ... excluding me who do you like? .... she said only me'. Then he went back on stage and 'jumped' back into the Haine world. So Kai tries 'good evening! Who do you like in Haine? ...... LEOHARTO..... WHO’S NEXT? Me? Oh thank you!' And the adlib scene ends. When Rihito came back into that scene, he's like 'Haine you disappeared for a moment' xD

I really, really loved Rihito's arc. I think Aoi did absolutely amazing in his acting and performance. Especially the music number towards the end of his story where he's crying and he's like 'father doesn't care! He never did!' then his father accepts him and he's crying and breaking down like 'you really do care! And I didn't notice because I was just a stupid kid'. I legit couldn't stop my tears! The performance was amazing and I was so impressed with this part of the stage. Also there's a part where Rihito smacks the cafe owner in the face with the metal serving plate and I burst out into laughter. I thought it was hilarious!

OH! The girl next to me was SO funny! Everytime there was a close up of Aoi or DaiChan, she would smack her hand over her nose and mouth because she’d just cry xD she was adorable and kept me entertained during the less interesting parts of the play.

Then we got to Bruno’s arc. I feel like this one was probably the shortest and most simple to get through. I don’t really remember anything note worthy or different to the anime for this arc. Bruno’s actor is probably the weakest singer. You could tell he was trying but he didn’t have much of a range; it definitely seemed like his voice was going to crack at some points due to being strained. The actor himself is cute though, and I feel like I preferred stage Bruno over anime Bruno.

OH! There was one point! When he decides to call Haine ‘Shisou’ and he starts flailing and shaking his arms around, then Leonhart comes in and joins in on the flailing; that part was funny.

Which reminds me; a lot of the comedy and jokes that should’ve hit and made the audience laugh just didn’t; either the timing was off or they just didn’t express it as a comical moment but it totally should’ve been. Like THIS scene where he decides to call Haine ‘Shisou’ -- it’s hilarious in the anime -- but in the stage he’s just like ‘Ah! I will call you Shisou’ and Haine just walks away ‘I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.’ It SHOULD’VE a funny scene! We should’ve had a funny moment of Haine reacting to being called Shisou like ‘ararara?! Shisou?! *cough* I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.’ but nothing! I think A LOT of my problems for this stage musical from the LACK of comedy in it. There were some hilarious parts don’t get me wrong! Such as the adlib with Kai -- but it’s an adlib, not a planned comedy scene --- and we had some cute Haine moments.

Planned Comedy moments we had:

1. Haine being lifted up when he was captured 2. Maximilian giving Haine brides lift so he can’t enter the kingdom at the beginning. 3. Haine  rolling around the floor at and onto Rihito’s feet going ‘goro goro goro’ 4. Haine pulling pufferfish faces and pouting when a Prince is being childish. 5. Rihito smacking the cafe owner in the face with a silver serving plate. 6. Victor joining the cafe and having his butt smacked by the owner after doing a good job. 7. Haine jumping to his knees when he gets called a child. 8. Girls pretending to fall off their chair in the cafe so Rihito can help them up but he ignores them. 9. Haine curled up on the sofa and rocking side to side as he waits for his moment to talk.

But a LOT of this is just ‘story story, oh this prince has troubles, oh now they’re fixed, music number three billion times, story arc done, begin next arc’ without any comedy in it at all! This is HAINE!! The anime was hilarious (AND ADORABLE!)! The manga looks very funny too! But this musical just didn’t have it. Touken Ranbu is MORE funny than this stage! WTF?! That doesn’t add up does it?!

Now that I’ve gone down the road of negatives, I may as well carry on:

I did not like the 'Young Haine' and 'Young Victor' roles. It worked when the two actresses were just acting the scene out while the spotlights were mainly on Victor and Haine. BUT the LV cameraman kept the close ups on the two actresses, and I was like 'you're ruining the magic here!!! Keep the camera on Uechan or Nobuo OR stick to the wide shot you had going on with all 4 of them in shot because that looked FINE!' I did not like the close ups of the Young roles because they weren't even lip-syncing to what UeChan and Nobuo were saying so it just looked stupid in the cinema. Swear to god, these close ups are on the DVD and I'm gunna flip my shit. It just did not work. Continuing my ensemble hate; I HATED the fact that they used the SAME guy to play all the 'Young (insert the prince's name here)' every time,and they didn't even bother to put a wig on him to make him look more like the prince he was supposed to be at the time. Ugh..... that really got on my shit.

Final bad point: I feel like this stage ends really weird... I feel like the climax song was about 3 songs before the actual final song and it’s like ‘Haine please come back!’ and he goes ‘hello I’m your new teacher’ and it just ends, and they suddenly start bowing and I just think it’s really weird and abrupt how the stage ends. Why didn’t they end with like the boys running over to him ‘hey Haine I’m so glad you’re bad! Lets go do this! Let’s try this! Lets--’ and Haine going ‘wait! It’s time for class to start!’ and them all raising their hands and going ‘okay!!’ and then either happy clappy music starts blasting out, or lights cutting out to black before the clapping and bowing starts. That would’ve been a better ending.

BACK to the positives!

UeChan really is the cutest thing to walk this Earth xD whenever he did the little pouty faces or whenever he did something to make himself smaller was just so adorable! I was super surprised to hear that he can actually sing and that he sings so softly compared to his normal, very powerful voice! It's so adorable!! He also made me cry; it was during the Victor and Haine flashback scene and when it got to the Haine going on a fighting rampage, the Young role jumped out of the way and it was UeChan that did all the action and the fighting when he attacked the royal guards and my heart just hurt so much for Haine at that point <3 UeChan’s action choreography and movements were great! I was surprised how high he could kick his leg and everything! I also loved that they did the iconic gun scene when he and Kai are captured and the ‘bang’ sign comes out of the gun rather than a bullet xD UeChan’s action in that scene is good too!

To say it was Tatsuma’s first play, I thought he did great! His Maximilian was adorable! But, I think he needs to eat more; those pants and large jackets weren’t hide the tiny body he obviously has.

Just to reiterate the Non-spoiler section again: Kimisawa really surprised me with his singing; his singing is absolutely amazing. I was so impressed! I also thought he did a great job as Rosenberg and was happy with his performance. I think he made Rosenberg more mischievous. I really liked the scene where he throws the papers on the streets of the town so everyone can hear about Kai’s past. It was a nice moment. But like I said his songs started to sound the same and repetitive after a while. But his voice is gold and was amazing to listen to. AND I really enjoyed Nobuo Kyo’s performance and thought he fit Victor pretty well. Especially the cafe scene where he tries to act cute and does all these cute poses and then gets his butt slapped by the cafe owner and he feels and looks so violated xD I thought he and UeChan bounced off each other very well.

I'm glad they changed the ending. It was getting towards the end, I was getting agitated and thought 'if they go into the council scene, it's gunna be another 20 or 30 minutes, and I am so ready to be done!' But they changed it in that Rosenberg and Haine go back to Haine's old teaching church and Rosenberg tempts him to do something (I didn't catch what) but just before he accepts, the boys turn up and tell him 'you taught us that everyone has a few scars... you taught us we should do what we want' etc and in the end he decides to stay as their teacher. In the anime, the whole council scene works but for Stage I think the council scene would've been too much and I'm glad they changed it to make it all this more simpler and more 'just about Haine and his boys' rather than in the anime where 'the kingdom gets to decide and the boys have to prove their mature enough' etc. I am thankful for this change!

AFTERSHOW

The curtain call was adorable. Everyone did their greetings and UeChan asked them all to hurry up but didn't explain until later that it's because they might get cut off in the LV of they go to long xD Bruno's actor was adorable! He was like 'playing Bruno and a Professor it was so--- wait what did I just say?' And then everyone had a go at him and he was like 'I'm okay' in like the cutest way ever and I absolutely died of laughter. During DaiChan's turn he said nothing mean about Aoi and Aoi ran for him but Bruno held him back while DaiChan just laughed his ass off and UeChan like 'behave!!' XD Nobuo was adorable too; ‘I'm not a father in real life buy I think I now know how fathers feel... look at my sons! I’m so proud of them!’. UeChan's parents were there tonight and he was like 'don't search for them! 探さないで！' to the audience >.<

EDIT: also during the second curtain call Ueda was like ‘thank you all for standing up, but we’re all going to say something so *switches to English* sit down please’ and it was such good pronunciation <3

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I’m kinda regretting the fact that I preordered the BluRay (especially because you had to pay 1000yen at the venue just to preorder it) because of how much I ended up not enjoying the musical BUT hopefully on the BluRay they’ll be good backstage stuff which’ll make it worth it, plus it comes with a possible DVD release event ticket so if I hit for that then it’ll make the purchase worth it. If not, I’ll just sell it off to someone. Any takers? xD

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GOODS

I’m defo buying his randoms from this stage in the near future; last week they were super cheap at KBooks.

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And that’s all! Sorry it wasn’t all happy and smiles like you were probably expecting.. but to be honest; I LOVE complaining, when do I never not complain about a stage?

[stupid-jeans]

Something Other Than This Mess That I Am (Director Sanvers, but Maggie/Lucy-centric) T

Whoa boy, I haven’t written actual fic in a long, loooooong time. I don’t even know how to do this anymore. So, if it’s a mess, I apologize. I don’t even know how to format this anymore! I’ll give it my best shot. Title: Something Other Than This Mess That I Am (yay, DEH reference)

Pairing(s): Maggie/Alex/Lucy, though this one is Maggie/Lucy-centric

Rating: T for talk of violence, TW for brief mentions of child abuse.

Notes: Post-ep for 219 Alex, obviously slightly AU in that Lucy is around. A few days after things calm down, Maggie deals with her own fallout.

It takes a few days, before Maggie and Lucy are ready to let her go. They know Alex isn't theirs (well, not only theirs), that the threat wasn't only to their blissful little triad. So when Kara requests a night alone with Alex, Maggie and Lucy let her go.

And in Maggie's brain, she imagines a night of the eight millionth Friends marathon with Thai food and wine, but almost as soon as Alex is gone, Lucy turns off the TV and squares her attention on Maggie.

"Talk to me," she says, though it's more of a request than a demand. Maggie should've known she wasn't getting out of this one. She sighs and shrugs, pulling her knees up to her chest, picking at the edge of the blanket draped across her lap.

"I'm fine," she says eventually, the rest of her thoughts failing to organize. Even if she wanted to talk, she's not sure she could just now. And for a second, she wonders if Lucy's going to push her--she can all but feel Lucy's eyes narrow--but instead, Lucy nods.

"I know," she says. "But...when you want to talk, I'm here."

Maggie nods and scoots a little closer to Lucy. Things aren't quite as fluid between them without Alex here as a buffer. They work, and it's getting better, but neither of them are used to letting people take care of them, so things jar a little, from time to time. But four days is a long time to hold everything together, and Maggie's slipping, even though she really is fine. Alex is fine. They're all fine.

"Come here," Lucy coaxes, reaching out in invitation. Maggie hesitates only briefly before obliging, sinking into her arms. And they stay just like that for a while. Longer than it's comfortable to do so. "Hungry?" Just as Maggie's about to shift because she's stiff and sore, Lucy speaks.

"Maybe," Maggie agrees, stretching, breathing, her chest a little lighter than it was before.

"Thai?" Lucy says, reaching up to brush the hair out of Maggie's face. Just short of the threshold where Maggie would flinch, where she'd find it a little harder to breathe, Lucy stops, her hand dropping, her lip catching under her teeth in silent apology.

"Yeah," Maggie whispers, reaching for Lucy's hand, bringing it to her cheek, leaning into it. "That sounds good."

She watches Lucy breathe again, watches her key the number into her phone and place their usual order (Alex hates Thai food, so it's always just them).

"Kay," Lucy says.It's not until the food comes and Maggie's halfway through her pad pik king that the words fall into place somehow.

"It was...his mom used to hit him," she says. To her credit, Lucy merely nods, swallowing her pad thai. "Hearing him talk about it...about what it was like to hide, to not have anyone notice...for a minute, I felt sorry for the guy. I actually understood where he was coming from. Because that was me,you know. I got it."

Lucy sips her wine and lets Maggie's words settle before she says anything. "You know, he's not you, Maggie. Just because parts of you are the same, because your stories overlap, it doesn't make you like him." She thinks of her father, of her sister, of the fear that builds in her chest sometimes when she catches glimpses of them inside her. "And we...we got Alex back because of you. Your compassion and levelheadedness, your ability to really see him, not just as the guy who kidnapped Alex, but as a person with a backstory and a motive. You are excellent at what you do, Maggie, and maybe that has something to do with your childhood. But maybe it doesn't. And you know what, it doesn't matter. What matters is who you are now."

Maggie nods and wipes her eyes, a little mad at how easy it is for her to cry these days. "It's just really hard to forget that when everything comes back so easily...I feel like I haven't gotten anywhere at all."

"Come here," Lucy says, for the second time that evening, forgetting about dinner for the time being. And Maggie is grateful for the invitation, because she needs it, but she's terrible at asking. And Lucy gets that, so they're learning. "You're here," Lucy says, wrapping her arms carefully around Maggie, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I'm here." And right now, 'here' feels about as far away from hidden bruises and screaming matches as she can get.

"Thank you," Lucy says, her lips grazing Maggie's hairline. "For talking to me. For letting me in. And for saving her."

Maggie knows, can imagine, how difficult it is for Lucy. She'd had no idea what was going on until it was over. She gets it now, why Lucy hates being away so much, why the days leading up to her departure are always a little dark and fraught with tension. She makes a mental note to be extra aware in the future.

"I'd do it for you too, you know," Maggie says, stroking her hand over Lucy's arm where it's safely anchored around her waist.

"You know, Sawyer, I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." Maggie can hear the affection bleeding into Lucy's voice, and this is ground she's familiar with. The last vestiges of tension ebb from her.

"Yeah, well, get used to it, Lane. I'm not going anywhere." And Maggie can't quite explain it, but it feels like a new version of 'home'. This, she could get used to.