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purecantarella · 3 years

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Revamped Rhapsody

double update? who is she? HAHAHA but for real i wanted to release these two at the same time to sort of compensate for being gone for a week. i hope you all enjoy this one too! im nayeon x idol!reader disclaimer/s : i had fun writing some good good angst

Words were important to you, it was a part of your passion and your work. Language was something that you'd adored since you were younger but the premise that you always found it a little odd how words could be twisted to mean or imply different things, just on tone and situation alone.

You wouldn't know or understand it was when you were permitted to write your own songs in your company. The blend of different meanings and people made you find a deeper understanding for the words and lyrics of songs. Then when you met Im Nayeon, the only person who could fill your mind and heart with a rhythm that followed the way you fell in love with her.

It began when you met after you entered the practice room she reserved by mistake.

You tapped away at your phone, your bag hanging lazily over your shoulder as you pushed in the door of the practice room. A familiar song that wasn't yours blasted through the speakers. Your head slowly raised as you saw the eldest member of TWICE staring intently at herself as she danced. You'd watched live performances and met once or twice backstage very briefly, but it was a different sensation to see her in her zone. No cameras and no expectations.

'She has a good form...' You thought to yourself, in an awestruck daze. Just as you were about to retreat to find the right room, a sharp thud and a small squeal sliced right past the blaring music from the speakers. You hastily turned around to see the vocalist on the floor, holding her leg.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" You asked dropping your bag and sliding to her side. When she got over the initial shock, she recognized you. Her celebrity crush. The vocalist blushed and nodded quickly. The sparkle in her eyes as she gave you her iconic bunny smile made your stomach turn in the best way. "Y-Yeah, I'm good!"

A smile graced your lips as you saw the usually confident extrovert awkwardly fidget with her fingers. "You wanna get up or is this whole floor thing a part of your routine?" You joked to which she laughed, shoving your shoulder gently.

"Oh gee thanks, jerk!" You chuckled before getting up and offering your hand to the shorter woman. Once she took it, you pulled her up slowly, making sure she wouldn't tumble over. "Is your leg okay?" Nayeon nodded quickly.

For a second, there's a silence and a pause. You two just staring at each other like you had for years. Like you knew each other in a much deeper way than just idols who shared the same company. There's a point where she thinks that you might just lean in but nothing comes of the inkling.

"Uh, well I should go. Leave you to it..." You rushed as you took your bag from the ground. Turning to face Nayeon then the door then back to Nayeon. "Uh, I'll see you around?" You asked, readjusting the strap on your shoulder.

"I'll be counting on it." You grinned as you left, the lead vocalist running through your head the entire time you were practicing for your latest comeback.

Brushing past each other in the hallway of the company building became more frequent, on some occasion you both even ate lunch together rather than with her group and your managers or other friends. You both became a little more than smitten with each other and wound up dating a couple months after you first met.

Im Nayeon became your inspiration for working hard, to build to become the person you know she deserves. Of course, she thinks you're pretty great. She was your muse, she just hadn't put all the pieces together yet.

When your latest song dropped, of course she listened to it immediately. Then as she listened to the lyrics that you wrote, the way you described the perfect girl for you, how you began to fall in love with this girl, it clicked in her head. Nayeon rushed out of the TWICE's practice room, making the girls look at her with either a smirk or a look of genuine concern.

She sprinted across the building to reach you in your practice room. As the door flung open, your body shifted to the side, immediately smiling as you saw your girlfriend. "Nayeonie, hey what's u—" She pressed her lips to yours, cutting you off in a passionate meeting much to the dismay of your managers who sat behind you both.

Jumping into your arms, you placed your hands under her thighs as you pulled away. The dopey yet confused smile on your face made her giggle again as she placed a series of kisses over your face.

"You wrote a song for me..." You smiled even wider and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Of course I did, Nayeonie..." You paused for a second before adding, "I love you."

The smile on her face mirrored your wide and bright one as she kissed you again. Deeper and overflowing with an intense amount of love. "I love you too, dummy..." She whispered against your lips.

Despite how much you loved each other though, two years into the relationship both of you became extremely busy. Busier than you'd ever been since you were breaking into the international market and as was TWICE. Coming home to each other tired and grouchy. You'd tried to push it further but with one last fight after a long day of taking orders, you called it quits and left her dorm.

Your break-up was the toughest time for both of you, since you'd never gone public, you both had to maintain the happy facade for both your fans. It was particularly rough on you since a lot of the songs you'd been set to sing all the time were about and for her.

She anticipated every one of your songs since it was the only way she could hear your voice. Hearing how you forced yourself to be bouncy and in love with someone. At least she hoped you were forcing yourself.

On the day of your Sponsored Events, the day your latest song was to be performed during the event. The vocalist watched and saw the visible tiredness under your eyes but you still performed your heart out. Then a familiar melody played. One that Nayeon listened to all the time.

It was the first song you wrote about her. Except the lyrics were different. They were sadder, depicting your break-up rather than how you were beginning to fall in love with her. The lively guitar sound of the original was traded in for a softer and more delicate piano instrumental. As she looked at your face and heard the words that fell from your lips, it all came back to her in a wave, making her heart shatter all over again.

The rest of the girls came in after a while to check in on her and opted to stay with her to offer her some sort of comfort.

Nayeon watched your face intently, the ‘idol’ smile that was plastered onto your lips. You didn’t want to be there. She knew that. The interviewer went through a series of questions about your career and finally about the song. Your song for her, both versions. The smile on your face grew tighter, uncomfortably so.

“So two years ago, you released a song that you revamped and performed for us.” The interviewer asked you and you nodded, a dry chuckle falling from your lips. “And you said before that that song was written for a very special girl. What’s the story behind that one?” He pried making your jaw evidently clench. The girls sitting next to Nayeon eyed her carefully as she stared at your tense form. Silently anticipating what you were going to say.

For a moment, you collect yourself. The sadness swirling in your chest again from rewriting the song that you wrote for her. Having to channel all those emotions without crying on national television. You took a deep breath, releasing it with a pathetically winded laugh. “Short of it is that sometimes you need to let go of things to keep them whole. Uh…” You cleared your throat softly. The smile on your face fell a little, a sad and wistful grin left in its place. “Some things just need to happen to make way for better things, I guess.” You finished, the interviewer stunned.

A silence hung over the live feed for a moment. Nayeon and the rest of TWICE waited patiently to see what would happen next. The man leaned forward, propping his elbow onto his knee as he looked at you and asked, “If you could change the circumstances, Y/n…Would you choose to stay with her?” A somber smile on his face as your head upturned a little, eyes red and watery. Without a second thought, you nodded slowly.

Nayeon’s held tears trickled slowly down her cheeks as she held back a soft sob. “If I could…” You took a deep breath, lifting your hand to fan the tears out of your eyes, laughing softly at yourself before continuing. “I would leave everything behind to be with her.” The vocalist’s members had their arms around Nayeon as you spoke. She had pretty much bawled her eyes out as the unspoken confessions left your mouth.

“But I could never do that to her, not after all her sacrifices. I can’t.” Your voice finally cracked as the feed finally cut. The room echoed the eldest’s soft sobs while you did the same on the other side of the city.

okay, so this one was a little wobbly because i was not sober when i wrote this. had a bottle of soju and i'm feeling good HAAHAHH anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this and remember that requests are open and comments and criticism is completely welcomed! keep safe everyone and i will see you all very soon 😊😁

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skywalkerstyles · 4 years

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Poly Relationship with Bakugou, Todoroki and Deku

Imagine 14: possessive Bakugou

Warnings: public smut, possessiveness, jealousy, smut, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, biting, dom!Katsuki, 18+, humiliation, exhibitionism, vouyerism

Minors DNI

You don’t know why Katsuki wanted you to come to work with him. He had only told you the night before.

“You’re coming with me tomorrow. No panties, wear that skirt I like and that white button up shirt with the pink bra that I can see through it.”

Shoto and Deku were a little taken back too, but nobody said anything. You got up early, set out the lunches for your two sleepy boys and followed the blond out the door.

He keeps you in his office, spending the morning with you, you help him go over things and prep for another interview he has to do. Things are going well.

“Why don’t you go pick us up lunch baby. I’m starved. Know you are too.” You do as you’re asked, going down the street and picking up two bento boxes for you and him. When you return you open the door to find a man sitting across from Katsuki, who grins wickedly at you. The man looks at you and swallows hard, shifting in his seat.

“There you are kitty. Thank you for lunch.” He pushes the seat back a little, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. You give a questioning look.

“I....I can come back later.”

“I said....come here. Now.” His tone dropped to a warning as his eyes blazed. You nodded, blushing furiously as you go to sit on his lap, he shifts you, so you’re facing the man and leans back in his seat. “Continue.” Katsuki says.

As the man is talking, fumbling through words, Katsuki begins to feel you up, pawing at your breasts over your shirt and sucking on your neck. You can tell the man is as flustered as you are, but Katsuki keeps up his antics.

“I don’t think that’s be a problem.” Katsuki says, he begins to unbutton your shirt, slipping his hand inside to palm your breast, flicking his fingers over your nipple. You sigh, leaning your head back against his shoulder. You dont know what he’s doing, but you can feel the warmth begin to spread in your belly.

Katsuki grabs you, turning you and flipping you over his knees, on your belly, ass on display for this man. He lifts your skirt, licking his lips before he lands a sound smack on your right cheek, grabbing at the skin and smacking it again.

The man coughs. Katsuki pauses, raising an eyebrow.

“Problem?”

“N-no sir.”

“Good.”

Katsuki’s hand slides down between your wet folds. He groans, stroking at you. You gasp, only for him to slap your ass again.

“Y/N. I’m in a meeting. You’re being rude. Make another noise and Daddy will have to shut your mouth with his cock. Got it?” The man sputters, but Katsuki is watching you with dangerous eyes. You nod, swallowing hard.

“Y...yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now look at him and apologize.” Hesitantly you look at the man.

“I’m...im sorry.”

“I-it’s fine.”

“Sorry. She can be a bit rude. Go on. You were saying?”

Katsuki begins to finger you, slipping in one digit and then another. You put your hand over your mouth as he puts a third in, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. You can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your stomach and you can feel the pressure in your body building.

“Don’t even think about it.” That was directed at you. He didn’t want you to cum. He began to move faster, fucking you harder with his fingers and rubbing faster against your clit.

As tears sprang to your eyes, he pulls away, lifting you to sit in his lap again. He readjusts you.

“Good girl.” He purrs, biting your bottom lip.

“Um....Dynamight sir? Maybe another time would be better?” The man says, clearly frazzled by what had just taken place.

“Hm? Why? You didn’t have a problem ogling my girl at the last hero gala, or making comments about her body.” Your mouth drops open in surprise. Katsuki was petty, but this, god you wanted to fuck him right there.

“No-I-I didn’t-she’s your girl.”

“That’s right.” Katsuki growls, lifting his hand, small explosions popping off. The man jumped up, scrambling back. “She’s mine. You’d do best to remember that. Now get out.” The man rushed out the door, fumbling for a moment before running out of the building. You turn to see the Anger gone from his face. He’s looking at you softly, stroking your arms as you turn to straddle him.

“Mr. Dynamight you are something else.” He chuckles, grabbing you by the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss.

“Is sucking me off, still an option? Cuz I’m horny as fuck and I need you now.”

“Anything for you Daddy.”

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literaila · 4 years

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this little secret of mine

spencer reid x reader

request: Can I request a fic Reid x Reader where the reader has a chronic illness (Im having a flare up an I'm emotional, and having surgery Friday lol) and just kinda anything you feel around that, that the first conversation about it, insecurity whatever you feel, I love angst as well so feel free to load it with that x

a/n: i’m so sorry if there is any incorrect information. i tried to do my very best with research, but i will admit it might not be as accurate as it seems. if theres anything that needs to be changed just let me know.

warning: mentions of blood, needles, fainting, chronic pain, drugs, shit writing, a little angsty, and fighting

It was supposed to be a secret.

She hadn't mentioned anything during her interview.

And she still hadn't.

Because it was meant to be a secret, one that none of them had to find out about. It was just supposed to be a secret.

But when everything in your body was aching with every breath, with every blink you made, when you felt like you were on fire at just the thought of standing up, of just getting up, when that was happening, secrets were hard to keep.

That didn't mean Y/N said anything.

She felt extremely exhausted. Like fatigue was a stalker following her, refusing to leave her side at any given moment.

There was no prison you could lock fatigue in.

Sometimes, she could barely keep her eyes open, could barely think enough to remember to breathe. Sometimes, it was too much.

She never said anything.

But there were signs, little things she always did when it was worse when the pain was so unbelievably intense, there were little things she just couldn't keep hidden.

Like the headaches, the constant medication she was taking for them, the moments where she felt like her head was going to break open because of the stabbing pain hidden behind her eyes. There was the slow way she always got up, the wince on her face when she moved, the slow and deliberate movements she couldn't go without. There was the pain that seemed to last for hours after she simply knocked her knee against her desk.

And those were just the things she couldn't keep a secret. The signs that didn't go unnoticed.

Everyone else always seemed to notice.

There were constant questions of “are you okay?” that came her way and made her wonder if one of them knew if one of them had finally found out, the constant questions that always turned out to be false alarms.

Sometimes one of them looked at her weird, sometimes she noticed the extra confusion in their gazes when they watched her stand up, or noticed her taking pain medication for the third time that day.

She was very fortunate all of them seemed to understand that she didn't want to talk about it. She was very lucky that she had such great friends.

She was very lucky no one knew.

No one knew.

It was only getting harder.

As Y/N felt her joints getting stiffer, felt her headaches become longer, felt the fatigue weighing her down, as she felt her body start to collapse under itself, she knew that the secret would have to end.

But she didn't want it to. It wasn't fair that she couldn't have this one thing, that she had to deal with this every day.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that she had to hide behind a brave face.

It wasn't fair that she had to cancel.

She had to cancel.

It had been two years. Two insane years of no one knowing, of no one saying anything about the pain that rattled her body, it had been two years with the team, two years getting to know them, two years and she had gotten so close to all of them.

It had been two years with Spencer.

They were having their first date.

He had asked her out on a date.

After two years. Two years of looking across the room for him, of wrapping her arms around his neck when he was sitting at his desk, two years of being surprised by every magic trick he’d pulled out to impress her, two years of getting him coffee and a sweet, two years of sitting next to him on the plane so she could stare at him longer, two years of staring at him hopelessly.

She’d been in love with him, and his caring way of looking at things, and the knowledge he kept stored up in his brain. She’d been in love with him so for long it felt like a lifetime. But never had she expected him to ask her out on a date, she figured if ever, she would break and ask him.

But she hadn't.

And he had.

It had been two years.

And he’d asked her out on a date.

“According to relationship experts, you should wait two months before asking someone out,” Spencer said.

They were sitting in a tiny cafe, both enjoying a cup of coffee. It was their day off, and like most days off, they were spending it together. They’d developed a habit of driving around and going to new places together.

Y/N was sipping on her coffee thinking about where to go next when Spencer suddenly spoke up. She looked up at him confused. “What?” she asked, her eyes wide, her cup of coffee stilled her in her hand as she waited for him to continue, as he usually did.

“No- I mean- It's socially acceptable to broach the subject of dating after two months, but actually in most cases, it happens sooner… it really depends on how much time you spend with that person and-” he stopped, pausing his hands that had been gesturing in front of him as he stared at Y/N.

“What?” she repeated. Spencer stayed silent, his eyes were darting around the room, and he seemed to be lost in thought. After a few moments, Y/N tried again. “Spencer? Why’d you bring this up?”

Spencer shook his head and looked back into her eyes, seeming to be pulled out of his gaze at her words.

“I think I waited too long,” he said.

“Too long for what?” Y/N asked, still not getting the point.

“To ask you out.” Y/N’s heart jumped at the words, her body exploding at the surprise she felt surge through her. “We spend almost every day together. And it's been two years.” Spencer continued a small smile on his face at the memory.

Y/N sat there, her coffee still in her hand, staring at him.

“I’m hoping it's not too late?” Spencer asked, still looking at her with now bright eyes.

Y/N just stared at him.

He frowned.

And she laughed.

She laughed at him and nodded her head, bringing her coffee up to her lips.

And he smiled.

“You’ll go out with me?” he asked, his eyes bright again, dimples popping up on his cheeks.

And she nodded again.

And now she was stuck in a daze. Her pain was chipping at her, keeping her from getting off the couch, she barely had the energy to breathe, barely had the energy to do anything except stare at her ceiling.

She wished it would go away.

She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want him to know, she didn't want his pity, didn't want to have the conversation, she didn't want any of it.

She was going to have to cancel.

She couldn't force herself to get up, which meant it would be impossible for her to get ready, impossible to sit in a restaurant and pretend to smile and pretend that just picking up her fork didn't make her want to scream out in agony.

She hated this. She hated all of it.

She felt like crying, like curling up and sobbing until she couldn't hear anything else except for the silence in her mind. She felt like spilling some tears for the miserable state she was in, but she didn't think she could move, she didn't think she had the energy to even close her eyes.

She had to call him.

She had to call and tell him, tell him that she couldn't go, that she was sick, that she thought it was the flu, that she had to cancel on their first date, that she couldn't go.

She wanted to scream.

It took multiple moments of deep breaths, of reminding herself she could do this, it took extra motivation to grab her phone on the coffee table next to her. She felt useless, felt like she was some fragile thing that wasn't to be bothered with.

She wanted to text him. Wanted to avoid the sound of his voice, the disappointment she could already hear, she wanted to just get the words out and not have to talk to him.

She didn't think she could move her fingers enough to text him.

Her phone rang, and she waited for him to answer.

The phone clicked and she heard a quiet “Helloo?”

If she didn't feel like she was going to pass out she would’ve laughed.

“Spencer?” she said, quiet and slow. She felt already out of breath at just the one word.

“Y/N? Is there something wrong?”

And at that moment she wanted to tell him, she wanted him to come over and hold her close and cuddle her until she could finally fall asleep. She wanted him to be with her, and she wanted to listen to his voice, and she just wanted to feel better.

She swallowed and then began to explain. “I don't think I can come… tonight.” Her jaw felt tight at the words, and no matter how hard she was trying she couldn't relax her face.

“Oh.”

Just one word. Just enough to make her feel horrible.

She took a deep breath and urged herself to continue. “I.. don't feel... So good.”

Just speaking was exhausting her, just breathing was causing her chest to tighten up, she hoped she would fall asleep soon.

“Are you alright? What's going on?” he asked urgently, and Y/N could hear him stop whatever he was doing in the background.

What was going on? What could she say to him?

“I…” she gasped in the air that was pushing on her chest “caught something.”

Spencer didn't say anything so she continued, “I’m sorry… Spencer.”

And that was all she could say. Exhaustion took over, and she didn't hear anything else before she closed her eyes.

At least asleep she wouldn't feel guilty.

She was still sleeping when Spencer walked into her apartment.

She hadn't heard him knocking on the door, too deep in her exhaustion to notice anything.

And Spencer was worried. He was always worried about her, worried she would get hurt, get herself hurt, was always worried that something would happen to her, to the girl he loved. But it was different this time, she hadn't even stayed on the phone long enough to tell him what had happened.

He couldn't just leave it at that.

He had to make sure that she was alright, that nothing bad had happened in the time between the silence over the phone and Spencer showing up at her apartment.

He had knocked, knocked, and called her name, but when she hadn't answered he felt himself become more worried, even sick Y/N could’ve called out to him. So he used the key she’d given him, telling him that someday he might need it, and he walked into her apartment.

What he hadn't expected was to see her sleeping on the couch, find, but pale with dark circles under her eyes.

She looked especially drained.

A tiny part of him was glad that she wasn't just trying to get out of their date, that she didn't just not want to go, but the other part of him was still immensely worried, and his brain immediately started racking up the things that she could be sick with.

He let her sleep some more. Listening to her labored breathing, watching her chest rise and fall as he thought of which viruses were going around.

She had sounded terrible on the phone.

He walked around her small apartment for a little while, thinking about her, worrying about her, just waiting for her to wake up.

Eventually, he got impatient. She seemed to be getting more restless with every minute that went by, and Spencer couldn't stand the frown on her face, so he gently shook her awake.

She opened her eyes and immediately closed in on herself.

Her body was fighting, attacking itself, the different nerves were running all around reminding her of all the pain she was feeling, she was in so much pain. She curled into herself, the pain enclosing on her chest and her back. She was frozen trying to hold herself together.

Spencer moved away, worried that he had hurt her.

She was gasping, out of breath now, and Spencer was standing there watching her. She hadn't even noticed him.

Sleep hadn't helped her, the fatigue still hadn't left her alone, and now her body was on fire as if it was fighting a war against itself. She didn't have anything she could do, there was no medication she had that was strong enough to fight against pain like this. Emotions were clouding her head, and she begged them to go away, she didn't have the energy to fight them off. She could barely move.

And Spencer was standing next to her shocked, worried, and very confused at the girl in front of him. This seemed way more intense than a virus.

“Y/N?” he asked softly, bending down on his knees so he was closer to her face.

And she noticed him. And the pain was collapsing her.

What would she say what would she say-

She just wanted to keep her secret.

She wanted the one secret she had.

She gasped out.

Why couldn't she just control this?

“Y/N? What's wrong? What hurts?” Spencer asked, quietly as not to disturb her, but she could hear the concern in his voice, could feel the questions he wanted to ask, could feel buckets of worry pouring out of him.

The pain was insistent.

She tried to breathe again, reminded herself of her grounding techniques, of the coping skills she had learned after years of pain. She took deep breaths and tried to remind herself that she was in control of how she reacted.

It was working.

Just a little bit.

She finally had the energy to move from her position, tilting her head so she could look at Spencer, so she could beg for another minute, just one more minute to get herself together.

She hoped he understood.

She kept breathing.

And finally, she could listen.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked, his eyes were less worried now, but Y/N knew he wouldn't leave without an answer, a complete answer.

The secret was out.

Y/N shook her head. She just shook her head, and she felt so tired, and she could still feel her body stinging as if it was being pricked at, and her head was aching, and her eyes were drooping, and she was so tired.

All she wanted was to feel good.

Why couldn't she feel good?

“What's going on Y/N? This isn't a virus.” He said patiently as he could see the pain on her face. He didn't want to rush her, he didn't want her to be anymore strained than she already looked. But she seemed so sick. He had to do something.

She just shook her head, squeezing her eyes tight at the pain that came with it. Spencer looked at her and frowned, she clenched her fists together in an effort to try to keep the pain at bay.

“Okay...okay…” Spencer said, and he went to lift her so that she wouldn't have to move, he picked her up and sat down on the couch with her, he sat down with Y/N who looked so much like glass at that moment Spencer was afraid to hurt her.

Luckily enough, him moving her hadn't sent another rage-induced war over her body, and she felt herself relax into his shoulder, felt comforted by the warm feel of his body, by the hand rubbing her back, by the smell that was so familiar.

“Are you ready to talk yet?” Spencer asked.

Y/N kept her eyes shut, trying to avoid making her headache any worse, but she could still tell that Spencer was frowning again, and while all she wanted to do was relax, she knew that she owed him some sort of explanation.

“I-” she gasped at the pain that was stuck in her chest, she hadn't expected talking to make her heart start burning. Spencer quickly brought his hand to her cheek, moving her head so she would look at him, so he could make sure she was still okay. She opened her eyes to look at him and the words got caught in her throat. How much more pain could she endure before it was too much?

“I’m just-” this time it wasn't the pain that stopped her, it was the confession she was about to make. The secret she was going to tell him. “I can't-”

Spencer rubbed his thumb over her cheek, waiting for her to continue, but when he saw her eyes again he could tell that she couldn't go on, he could see the wall stopping her from saying what she had to say.

“Y/N. It's okay. It’ll be alright.” he reassured, hoping they were the right words to say.

“I can't,” she said again, desperate this time.

“I can tell you in pain…I can see it in your eyes. Nothing bad is going to happen. I only want to help. It's okay Y/N.”

And then she took a deep breath.

And she told him.

***

It was worse this time.

And better.

And worse.

This time, at least Spencer knew what was going on, at least he understood to the extent he could, at least he knew her breaking points.

But it was worse. It was so much worse.

She’d been working, working a lot, working a lot more than she ever had before, she’d been working and working hard. It was too much.

The pain was too much.

She’d been overdoing it. It was something she’d always tried to avoid, always tried to keep away from her. She’d been warned about it when the pain had started, warned that while some working was okay, even good for her, that too much working could cause more pain, even more, intense pain.

She’d been warned.

She hadn't listened though.

She seemed to be wrapped up in her job, in the hours that she spent saving other people's lives, she seemed to be wrapped up in it all.

And she was always with Spencer when she wasn't working. She was always enjoying her time with her boyfriend, she was never sleeping when she was with him.

She’d been over-doing it.

But she couldn't stop, she couldn't just give it up now, she couldn't just avoid the work because she didn't feel good. She was going to have to deal with the repercussions that came with the decisions she had made.

She didn't have a choice.

She never had a choice.

This was so much worse.

And it was technically still a secret.

Even though Spencer had found out two months ago when she’d had a bad flare up and had no other way to explain to him but the truth, the rest of the team hadn't. Y/N had made Spencer promise that he wouldn't say anything to anyone. She didn't want Hotch to find out, she didn't want him to make changes to her job, to keep her behind because of the illness holding her back. She didn't want that. And she didn't want the pity, and the babying that would happen if the others knew.

It was bad enough that her boyfriend knew.

He was especially protective of her now.

No one else knew.

And that was good, it kept her from worrying too much about it, helped her keep up the distraction of work without one of her teammates asking if she was okay, it helped her stay on topic rather than focusing on the pain. It was a good secret. It was one she wanted to keep as long as she possibly could.

But it was getting worse.

It was almost too much.

Needles were pricking at her joints, pulling at her joints, keeping her tied down wherever she was sitting, they were keeping her still at any given moment. Her back was burning and sore, and she could do anything about it because if she moved every bone in her body would sting with the burn of needles. Her headache had become a constant in her day, and the pain medication she always kept with her had been getting emptier with every day that passed.

She’d noticed the looks Spencer had been giving her, noticed the furrow in his brows every time she offered to do anything that didn't involve sitting. She ignored them, focused on the job she had committed to.

Every once and a while, Spencer tried to pull her away, tried to get her to settle down, and just talk to him, and every time he tried to do it, every time he looked like he was about to say something to her, she was busy.

She managed to be busy.

And now she had to go save a life.

James Thomas was murdering couples, he was murdering people and the team had to stop him. There was no time for pain.

Emily had to go in as bait, it was clear from the moment they got there and James was sitting silently at the bar. Emily needed to be a distraction, to lure him away from all those innocent people around him.

Y/N was covering her.

She watched with her gun in her pocket on the other side of the bar as Emily approached him, she noticed the slight change in her body language, the flirty smile she had put on, she wasn't worried about Emily. Her friend was smart enough to know what she was doing.

And Y/N was smart enough to ignore the pain in her hands and her back, she was smart enough to pretend it wasn't there.

She watched as James looked over at Emily curiously, as he looked her up and down, she watched as Emily moved closer to him, leaning in so close Y/N wondered if she was going to kiss him. She watched as James got more interested in the conversation.

She looked over to Hotch and saw him nod at her. It was fine, everything was fine, they just had to wait a little bit longer.

Just a little bit longer.

Y/N kept her eyes on Emily as James turned completely toward her, she kept her hand on her gun and her other on the drink she didn't care about. She watched as Emily suddenly lost her smile, as she shrunk back only a little, she looked over to Hotch and he gave her the okay.

It was time to get him out of there.

She saw him reach into his jacket for something.

She saw Emily tense her hand.

And there was a gunshot.

It surprised Y/N at first, but when she opened her eyes she saw Emily standing up straight staring at James, and she saw James down on the floor, covered in blood.

She rushed over to them, she quickly patted down James, grabbing the gun from his coat pocket and giving it to the police officer behind her. She patted down the rest of his body, making her he didn't have any more weapons, and she helped him stand up, taking most of his weight in her arms as he couldn't stand with the bullet wound in his chest.

She looked up at Emily to make sure she was okay. Emily nodded at her, and she walked out with James.

And then it was silent. And then she could feel the seconds passing by, could feel the messages her nerves were sending to her brain, could feel everything happening inside her body, she could feel everything.

There was so much pain, there was so much pain, there was so so so so much pain.

She was being stabbed, over and over, relentlessly, everywhere on her body, she was being stabbed over and over and over, and she couldn't breathe, couldn't understand what was happening because it wasn't supposed to hurt this much, it was never supposed to hurt this much.

It had never hurt this much.

She could feel her body freeze and could feel herself take one more step, one more step out the door, just barely out of the building, before she collapsed, dropping James with her and swaying toward the ground.

She was supposed to have control, it was never supposed to hurt this much, it was never ever supposed to be like this-

And she could feel herself moan as she hit the ground, could feel her joints scream at the pain of being moved so much, she could feel the blood rushing to her head, and could feel her back still on fire like it had been for the past week.

She still didn't know why it hurt so much.

She’d never had a flare-up this bad.

She wasn't supposed to fall because of the pain.

It was supposed to be manageable.

She didn't realize she had screamed until she felt hands on her until someone was shaking her and trying to get her to stand up, she didn't understand.

She felt someone pick her up.

And then it was too much, it was finally too much, too much for her mind, for her body, too much everything.

It was too much.

And she fainted.

She woke up in an office.

It was void of people and smelled distinctly like men's cologne.

She tried to move her head but the pain was blinding.

She heard a voice next to her.

“You’re up,” Spencer said as he closed the door to the office, holding a bottle of water and a bottle of pain meds.

She looked at him thankfully.

And then she stretched her jaw so it wasn't as stiff, and asked him why she was there.

He explained how she had passed out at the scene. He told her how he’d made sure to take her back somewhere she could rest, instead of taking her to the hospital as the rest of the team was insisting. He told her that he hadn't told them anything, just that he needed to make sure she was okay.

He handed her the bottle of water with a frown on his face, while she sipped the water, he opened the bottle of meds and pulled out two pills and handed them to her.

She smiled at him with her mouth closed, as he watched her take them.

It was silent for a moment after that before either of them spoke.

“Spencer-”

“I don't want you doing that again,” he said firmly. His voice was like stone and his face was unwavering.

Y/N looked at him shocked. He’d never looked so harsh before, at least not with her, she was surprised by his reaction, but she was even more surprised that when she looked over to the clock it said she had slept for six hours.

Six hours.

That explained the bad taste in her mouth.

“Spencer I don't think that's fair-” she started to say before Spencer interrupted.

“No Y/N. I won't let you do that to yourself, I don't want you in pain every day.”

Something about his tone was making her angry.

“Spencer it was just a flare-up, they happen sometimes. I can't control them,” she said, and now her eyes were hard and staring at him.

He didn't understand. He could research it for hours, could learn every piece of information there was out there. But he would never know. He would never understand the pain, the strength it took to deal with pain like that every day. He wouldn't understand the sacrifices she had to make sometimes. He just didn't understand.

“Y/N, this wasn't random. You’ve been working yourself down to the bone. You haven't stopped working in weeks. And it's wearing you down, I can practically see you deteriorating.” His voice got louder with every word that he spoke.

“Spencer this is my job. I’m not going to stop just because of a little pain.” She said shaking her head, staring at her, her face not breaking.

Spencer sighed and moved away from the couch she had slept on. He just wanted her to understand, wanted her to see that if the positions were switched she would be insisting he took it easy too. It hurt him to see her in pain, to see her falling apart every time she moved. Why couldn't she understand that?

“Y/N, it's not a little pain,” he said pacing around the room, no longer looking at her. “I can tell how much it hurts you. I can't imagine how hard it was for you to be out on the scene today.”

Y/N could feel the concern, the worry, radiating from his body. She could see that he was fighting with himself, trying to figure out something to say. But she wasn't going to budge on this.

“Spencer, this is my job. This is who I am.” She said every word clearly, but her body was shaking, and her head was aching.

“Even right now! You’re still in pain. You were asleep for six hours and you’re still in pain! Can't you see that this isn't okay?” he was whispering, yelling, but he was upset with her now. He was upset with her not caring about her own well-being, upset that she thought her job was worth more than her health.

She closed her eyes tightly, willing the pain to go away before she spoke again. “Spencer, I can't just sit and live around and have nothing and be in pain all day. This job is good for me. I can't just be a brick that never moves because I don't want to feel bad. I refuse to live like that.” she was getting more and more worked up with every word, and she could feel the tears stinging at her eyes, reminding her that she could still cry. She moved her hand in front of her face, not wanting Spencer to look at her.

Spencer went over to her and sat down next to her. He just stared at her for a moment. Watched as she tried to blink the tears away, as she tried to will them away with just her thoughts. He could tell how much she was fighting, trying not to be vulnerable around him. He could see how much it hurt, how much energy it took just to do that.

“Y/N,” he said, moving her hand away from her face so that he could see her again. He gently intertwined their fingers, reminding her that he was still there. “You can cry. It's okay to cry,” he said softly, more caring than he had been since she’d woken up.

And the glass in her eyes broke. It broke open, shattering the windows in her eyes, letting the tears pour from the broken pieces. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried, couldn't remember the last time she’d had enough energy to cry.

She didn't want Spencer to see.

But he was sliding on the couch next to her, laying down and pulling her into his chest, he was rocking her back and forth slowly, remembering that she was still in pain, that too much movement would make her joints attack again. He was holding her, letting her cry.

She felt like a child, but Spencer holding her was helping, it was keeping the pain a distance away from her, too far away from her to hurt her as much as it had been.

She hadn't cried in so long.

Spencer rocked with her, as she mumbled words against his chest, as his hands ran through her hair.

The pain medication seemed to be helping.

“Y/N… I just want you to give yourself some room to breathe,” he whispered after a couple of minutes after the cracks in her eyes had started to mend themselves.

She looked up at him and frowned. She didn't want to take a break, she didn't want anyone to know that she needed a break. She didn't need a break. She didn't.

“I don't want to,” she mumbled childishly, as she looked away from him. She was pouting now, and she knew that she wasn't going to win this battle.

“It's okay to need a break Y/N. Everyone does. You have an unfair disadvantage. You deserve a break sometimes.”

She shook her head.

“It's not fair, “ she said quieter than before. The cracks were breaking again, and she was crying against his chest. He held her tighter. “It's just not fair,” she said again desperately.

“I know,” he said as he kissed her head, as he made her aware that he was there, that he understood. “I know.”

And they were curled up together. If anyone had looked in the window they would’ve seen a boy and a girl, both sad, both angry, but together and so desperately connected. They would have seen a boy and a girl, together, and in love.

Spencer was quiet again, and he listened to Y/N’s stuttered breathing, listened as she took deep breaths, and felt as her chest stopped going up and down frantically. She was finally starting to calm down, to breathe with Spencer, to calm down against his chest.

She sniffled and looked up at him, her neck hurting, not because of the pain this time.

“I’ll try to take it easy,” she said, memorizing the way his eyes lit up.

“You will?” he said excitedly, as she imagined a little kid would. She laughed at him, as he pecked her lips and held her tighter once again.

“Yes.” she murmured, breathing in his scent, finally relaxed in his arms.

It was strange that he could make her feel so peaceful in just a couple of minutes. Strange that although she had been crying only a short time ago, that she felt safe with him.

“I love you.” she finally said.

And he pulled away from her just a little bit, just so he could look at her face, into her eyes.

Neither of them had said it before. Both of them had thought it, thought it over and over in the two years they had known each other. Both of them had felt it, pounding in their chest, breaking them down. They’d both thought it, both felt it, but neither of them had said it.

Spencer was saving it for something special.

But she’d just said it.

She loved him.

She looked up at him, hoping that the look on his face would be good.

And it was.

He was smiling, his eyes were lit up in hope and wonder, and the smile lines on his face were breathtaking. He was smiling so wide.

She blushed and moved her head back down to his chest. He laughed at her, and Spencer wondered if he would ever be able to stop smiling after hearing that.

“Are you sure that isn't just the drugs?” he asked, hoping he could look back in her eyes.

And she giggled against him, and then looked up shaking her head.

He smiled even more, and she copied him.

“In that case,” he said, kissing her forehead “I love you.”

“You do?” she asked, still smiling at him, forgetting about the pain, about everything, when she looked in his eyes.

“I do,” he confirmed, moving his hand to her cheek, stroking her face with his thumb. “I really do.”

She smiled and forgot everything. She smiled at him, and she sat in the warmth of his words, in the happiness of his smile.

Maybe Spencer was her pain medication.

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Waves: Quarantine

A/N: It's been way too long since I've done something for the Wavesverse, and I apologize deeply. I have a few requests related to this series to complete, but I couldn't knock this idea.

Words: 4K

Warnings: None

Tags: @babe-im-bi @notacamelthatsmywife @missyperle @queenoftheworldisdead @tashawar @valkryienymph @letsshamelessqueen-m @hello-therree @mani-lifes @liquorlaughslove @toni9 @koko-michelle @theequeenofcurses @taylortheeshowpony

Waves

Summer placed her phone inside of the mount and made sure that it was secured before she sat back in her bed, getting comfortable with the mass of pillows supporting her back, and smiling tentatively. “Hi, guys.”

Summer!

Someone tell me this isn’t a joke???? Please???

She lives!

Sis, blink twice if you need help.

Summer rolled her eyes. “Ya’ll better stop. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve hopped on live, but it hasn’t been that damn long.”

Summer continued to read the comments where more than a few people pointed out she hadn’t gone live on Instagram in over three months. Her mouth dropped. “Ya’ll lying. It has not been almost six months, has it?” She placed her hand over her mouth when people started dropping dates in the comments. “Okay, I stand corrected. Damn, I’m sorry, guys.”

Don’t be sorry, bestie. Do better!

Damn, ya’ll are so entitled. Celebrities have lives too.

What life? We all been in quarantine.

Rich people quarantine be different from us poor folks, I guess.

“So that’s actually one of the things I wanted to talk about.” Summer cleared her throat. “And I’m going to try really hard to make sure I word what I want to say as clear and as effective as I can, but I know this is still going to end up as a salacious headline. So, it is what it is.”

Oooh, Summer about to drop some tea.

I don’t see her wedding ring, ya’ll…..

I’m scared omg.

Watch this be nothing but a role announcement.

She shrugged and took a deep breath. “Okay, so a few days ago, I did the Buss It challenge, after being harassed by Sanda. And can I just say that filming was a challenge in and of itself? Not necessarily the movements but preparing? I’ve got two kids, twins, who are like the Tasmanian devil. I was literally up at 3 something in the morning trying to record it because my wild children won’t let me be great.” She chuckled. “Kids are something else.”

Summer truly jumped through hoops and was a damn near acrobat trying to figure out when she could not only get herself done up but actually record the challenge. Being the perfectionist that she was didn’t help, but the fact that she couldn’t recall the last time she’d put on makeup and dressed up was a whole other fiasco.

Quarantine definitely brought out her bum side.

“All of that aside, I truly was satisfied and happy with the final product when I posted it. In hindsight, I should have just left it that, but I wake up every day and choose chaos, so I decided to read the comments.” She blew out a breath. “One of the most frequent comments and really, insults, I’ve received my whole career. Primarily, since I was cast as Storm, revolves around how I look. I.e., my weight. I’ve been called fat, obese, out of shape, and so many other things.”

It was 100% true. The minute Marvel announced that she’d been chosen to play Storm, the racists came all out of the woodworks. She was too short, too chubby, too dark, too black. And Summer didn’t care, not a bit.

“Even,—and I’ll tell you guys this, when I first started my SS training, that’s what I call it, SS for Storm Shape, there was a—person who worked for Marvel at the time who came to visit me while I was training.” She smiled thinking back on that day. She could still recall it so clearly. “He basically was pissed because to him, I still looked the same, fat and out of shape.” She adjusted her top and shifted in her bed. “That same day, I deadlifted and bench-pressed over 200lbs” She paused for effect. “What I need for people to stop doing is stop fucking projecting—and I’m going to cuss in this, so if you don’t like it, oh well. I work for Disney, but I’m a grown ass woman, and I’m going to say what I want.”

I am screaming. Summer said we getting alll the tea today!

So, it’s wrong to point out that someone is physically unhealthy now, cool?

The problem is that no one wants to see a fat superhero. It’s not realistic.

^^^^ Tell me you have a small dick without actually telling me you have a small dick.

“I saw Lizzo, whom I adore, post a Tik Tok where she basically said that she workouts to have the body she wants not what ya’ll want, and honestly? Same. She said that her body type is no one’s fucking business, and that’s so true. Ya’ll love to hop on this internet and pick apart people you don’t even know and criticize bodies you don’t even have to live in and move around with. And for what?” She shook her head, slamming her fist into her open palm as she spoke. She was fully invested now. “I know we in quarantine, but damn, pick another hobby cause being a bully is not it, sweetie.”

I really needed to hear this today.

Using Lizzo as a point of reference makes everything you’re saying null and void. Lizzo is clearly overweight and at risk for diabetes, heart disease, just to name a few…..

I been saying this! You can’t look at a person and say they’re unhealthy.

Bodies come in so many forms, and all are beautiful.

“Now, I bring all this up because a lot of people were commenting on my Buss It challenge and pointing out the fact that I’ve gained weight, and guess fucking what? I have, and you know what else?” She leaned over to whisper while covering her mouth with her hands for focused effect. “I don’t care.”

Summer laughed and shook her head. “As others have pointed out as well, yes, we have a gym in our house. I 1000% acknowledge the fact that having the resources that I do as a celebrity and someone who has money puts me in a different category. Hell, my husband has a whole fitness app. I recognize that. If I wanted to keep up with my workouts, emphasis on wanted, I could have. I own up to that, but I just didn’t feel like it, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to send and leave mean messages calling me all kinds of names.”

Summer had thick skin. She always had. Growing up with her family, who always ensured to feed her self esteem and make sure she knew that she was beautiful, definitely paid off. It was just a combination of quarantine and not having a lot of opportunities to keep herself busy with work that had her feeling some type of way.

“And that’s something else I wanted to bring up.” She blew out another breath and tried to gather her emotions. This was the subject she was almost certain she’d grow teary eyed discussing. “I love my husband to death. My children are everything. Christopher’s family is like my own, but— I haven’t seen my family, like my mom, grandma, brothers, etc in almost a year.” She paused, dwelling on that. Almost an entire year since she’d been able to physically hug and interact with the people who made her who she was. “And I’ve always made it clear how much I fucking love my family. I live in Australia. I can’t do a drive by with grandma so I and my kids can at least see her on the doorstep.” She quieted again, eyes darting off as she quietly cursed. “I’m trying really hard not to cry right now.”

Please don’t cry, bestie.

This is the side of quarantine that people don’t talk about enough.

Has this woman never heard of FaceTime????

I feel her pain. I live in Europe, and my family is in the states. This quarantine has been brutal.

My grandma died from COVID, and I couldn’t even go to the funeral. Summer is bringing up a good point.

“Damn,” Summer chuckled bitterly and wiped at the tears that fell. “I’m okay, I promise. I just bring this up because quarantine has also been very hard for me in that aspect. At certain points, I’ve been down, I’ve been in my head a lot, and I just was not, for the most part, in a space where I felt like I had to keep up my fitness regimen. And that’s okay. I put my mental wellbeing ahead of making sure my body is socially acceptable. Sue me.”

I really appreciate her honesty.

Summer never goes beyond surface level in interviews, so seeing her this vulnerable is really surprising.

Are we supposed to feel bad for her? She’s rich. She can afford whatever help she needed.

These comments are not passing the vibe check.

Ya’ll are all mental health advocates, but when a black woman is opening up about her struggle, it’s discarded?

“And let me make this clear too, I have an amazing husband who is so patient and so kind. He’s one of the best people I can go to when my anxiety hits, so I don’t want this to come across as me complaining that I’ve been alone. I have him and our children. I just miss the rest of my family. That’s all.” She dried her eyes and started to read the comments, unsurprised by the mixed reaction. She expected as such and was unaffected. At least until she saw one comment.

@ChrisEvans: ❤️❤️❤️

“Evans!” Summer wasn’t expecting to see his name pop up. It’d been such a task convincing him to join IG, let alone teaching him how to operate it. “Let’s go live.”

Not my husband and wife in my head about to go live!!!!

Imagine being able to call Chris Evans your best friend

I still say they smashed idc

It’s Christopher Jamal Evans hopping on this live for me.

^^^ I’m so sick of y’all with that shit.

“Let me try to add him,” Summer spoke to herself, scrolling through the comments to find his so she could request him. “Alright, I requested him. Let’s see if he answers.”

She wondered if she should have sent him a text asking if he was available when he appeared on her screen, effectively splitting it with her on the top and him on the bottom.

“Punk.”

“Kid.”

Summer smiled and greeted, “Hi, best friend.”

He chuckled. “How you doing, Summer?”

“Clearly not as good as the people watching,” she chimed. Summer saw nothing but heart eyes and hearts in the comments. “These people really love you. You truly are a manipulative bastard. He’s an asshole, guys.”

“Don’t be jealous, Summer. It’s so unbecoming of you.”

“You can go to hell.”

“Language,” he playfully reprimanded. “Where are the kids?”

“At preschool. Things are finally starting to open back up over here. Thank God.” She clasped her hands together. “Y’all, please wear masks. Don’t be Karen’s.”

Chris laughed, grabbing his chest. “We’re getting there, Summer.”

“The lies you tell,” she countered. “Don’t A Starting Point, me. Ya’ll are far from getting there, and I’m tired of it. I wanna see my family.”

He sighed. “I know, but how are you feeling today?”

“I got rid of the kids, so that’s definitely a weight lifted,” she answered honestly, laughing when she saw judgmental comments in the chat. “Listen, if you’re a parent, you know where I’m coming from. You love your kids, but my god, sometimes you just need some space.”

“As soon as this all blows over, I told you to send em’ by me for a couple of weeks.”

“Best friend, I already purchased their tickets.” He laughed. “As soon as I get the green light, they are all yours. Feel free to keep them.”

“You guys see how she is?” He pointed to Summer, leaning and squinting to read what was being said. “I do love kids, especially the twins, they’re amazing.”

“He is really really great with them, guys,” Summer added. “One thing about Evans, he’s patient as hell and really, just a big kid. Why do you think him and Christopher get along so well? 40 going on 4.”

“I resent that.”

“Is it a lie though?”

He hesitated. “No.” They both laughed.

I’m loving the dynamic between these two so much.

Is it just me or are they flirting with each other…..

Ain’t nothing inappropriate about this conversation. Ya’ll are reaching…

Ya’ll remember that blind item that came out years ago alleging Chris (Evans) was the biological father of the twins? Hmm…..

^^^^^This kind of bullshit is the reason we’re in a global pandemic.

As always, Summer and Evans ignored any foolery that was being dropped in the comments when she caught a comment that didn’t contain some ridiculous rumor.

“Yes, it is true that Evans and Christopher weren’t allowed to do press together anymore. Ya’ll, they literally could not stay serious for more than a minute. I felt so bad for the poor interviewers.”

“Hey, we were not that bad,” Evans protested, his Boston accent more prominent.

She gasped. “You guys were terrible, Evans, and you know it. I was so mad when they put me with ya’ll those few times. I could barely hear the interviewers over your laughing and stupid commentary that literally no one asked for.”

“We did not.”

“There’s deadass video proof, Evans.”

“Fake news.”

She opened her mouth but caught herself. “I was about to say something.”

He laughed and asked, “Do you remember how we all got drunk before the Infinity War premiere?”

“No, ya’ll got drunk. I was big and pregnant, remember?”

“No,” he dismissed. “You were drinking with us.”

“Evans, how was I drinking when I was pregnant?” She challenged and reminded. “I got drunk with ya’ll for the Endgame premiere, not Infinity War.”

“That’s right,” he remembered and chuckled. “You think we’ll get in trouble for saying this?”

She shrugged with one shoulder. “You’re dead, Christopher never gets in trouble for anything, and I do what I want. I think we’re good.”

Kevin Feige watching this live right now like 🥴🥴🥴🥴

I never realized how arrogant she is……

LMAO. Not the whole cast showing up drunk to the biggest premiere of their lives.

Chris Evans is too damn fine to be approaching 40 and still single.

Their friendship is so goals omg

@ChrisHemsworth: Snitches

Summer’s jaw dropped as she caught the last comment, swiping up to click the name and make sure that she was reading correctly. “Christopher, what the hell are you doing on my live?”

Evans brows furrowed. “Hemmy is here? Shouldn’t he be working?”

“That’s what I want to know,” Summer supplied. “And how long have you been watching?”

@ChrisHemsworth: Long enough.

She smiled nervously and looked off to the side. “I feel weird now. I don’t like when he watches my lives.”

“Aren’t you guys married?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be shutting the fuck up?”

Evans lifted his hands in a defensive manner. “Touchy subject, I see.” They shared another laugh as he cleared his throat. “Why don’t you add him now? I’m supposed to be helping Scott cook.”

“My favorite Evans,” she gushed and furrowed her brows. “You, cooking? Since when?”

“Get out of here.” He waved her off and reminded. “I’m not the one who constantly causes near fires when in the kitchen.”

“So, you really just putting all my business out there like that?”

“Summer, it’s not secret to anyone that you can’t cook for shit.”

“Wow, it really be your own best friends.”

He chuckled. “Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, punk,” she blew a kiss. “I’ll text ya’ later.”

“Alright.” He smiled for the camera. “Thanks for having me everyone.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. Evans and Summer said goodbye one last time before he left the live. She blew out a breath and ran her hand through her hair. “Baby, comment something so I can add you. It’s too many comments to wade through.”

Summer adjusted her phone and checked the time on the clock on the wall. It’d been a while since the kids were away at school, and she didn’t want to get so caught up that she was late picking them up.

@ChrisHemsworth: I can’t. I’m too drunk.

Summer released a mixture of a laugh and a snort reading his comment. “You are so damn petty.” She clicked his name and adjusted her outfit while waiting for him to answer. She almost cursed when it seemed like he wasn’t going to join, only for her to smile when his face appeared on her screen.

“Hi,” she greeted in a soft voice with a small smile.

“Hello, Sandcastle.”

“Did you just—I swear to god, it’s always something with you.” Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head. Christopher smiled in response. “Why aren’t you working?”

“I am.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re working, how are you talking to me?” She asked, sassily.

“Umm, a little thing called multitasking, ever heard of it?”

“Wow. You are an asshole.”

“That’s mean.”

“You’re mean.”

“Christopher, you are literally a child.”

“Does a child have muscles like this?” He flexed, and Summer stilled. Christopher stayed in ridiculous shape, but this was another level. He’d never been this massive, and she wasn’t too proud to admit that. Just not aloud.

She faked a yawn. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

They really just be roasting each other all the time, and I’m here for it.

Summer must be legally blind because this man is stupid fine tf

It’s gotta be steroids. That’s not natural.

^^^^^He’s the god of thunder.

Summer rolled her eyes at the typical nature of the comments. These were the reasons she limited her time on social media and especially stayed away from reading the comments. Her attention was redirected to the top of her phone. It was a text from Christopher asking her to call him.

“But we’re—oh, I get it.” She realized he wanted to talk to her, not her and her tens of millions of followers. “Alright, guys, I’m gonna get off here so I can talk to my husband, alone.”

“She just doesn’t want to share me with you all, that’s all.”

“Don’t even start, Christopher,” she lectured while he laughed and got serious, for a minute tops.

“Hope you all are taking care and staying safe,” he spoke honestly. “And we’ll talk to you soon.”

Summer waved and smile. “Bye, guys. Remember to be kind.” Summer offered a final smile before ending the live. Closing up the app, she moved to open FaceTime and called up Christopher. He answered almost immediately. “You know I hate when you watch my Lives. Now, how much did you see?”

“Enough to know you’re coming to see me tonight.”

She laughed aloud. “Funny.”

“I’m serious, Summer.” Focusing on him, she realized that there was no humor in his voice nor his expression. Summer also noticed that he didn’t have the Thor wig on yet, which was probably why he was able to go live with her. He was waiting to get into hair and makeup. “Leave the kids with Liam. It’s not like he’s doing anything.”

“Christopher!”

“What? Is he not a professional unemployed bastard.”

Summer’s smile remained as she shook her head. “You are so mean.”

“I’ll handle the flight arrangements. You, my beautiful wife, just make sure you get on the jet so I can handle you.”

“Christopher, you’re working. People with everyday jobs don’t just up and show up to their spouses workplace because they miss them or need a break from the kids. That’s how folks get fired.”

Christopher started to move around, walking somewhere, she realized. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, Tike.”

Summer’s eyes widened slightly. “Christoper!”

“Sup, man?” Taika asked casually, as Summer laughed again. Taika Waititi was such a character.

“You mind if Summer comes up for a few days?”

“Sure, man,” he replied almost right away. “Bring the kids and chickens too.”

“I am not bringing those damn chickens,” she immediately protested.

Christopher made a sound. “Ha, so you are coming!”

“I didn’t say that.”

Taika joined Christopher so that he was in camera. “Hey, Summer, why don’t you come on join? You can have a cameo. Chickens, too.”

She rubbed her temples. Taika’s and Chris’s friendship would never not make sense to her. They were cut from the same cloth. “One, hey. Two, I was already in Ragnarok. I’m good on the cameos. Three, what is with ya’ll and those creepy looking chickens?”

“Whoa, creepy? What did the chickens ever do?”

“Exist,” Summer answered dryly. She still hadn’t forgiven Evans and Christopher for convincing her to let the kids keep those damn things. Her home was becoming more and more of a farm with each animal that joined the household.

“Tough crowd, that one, ehh?”

“Always,” Christopher agreed.

“I can hear you both,” she reminded and groaned loudly. Summer would love to spend a few days away from the kids. Chris would be working, yes, but she’d at least get some time for herself. Even better, alone adult time with her husband. That had also been a bit tricky during quarantine because of her rambunctious twins. Still, she disliked using her status as a celebrity to gain things, and this would definitely be a case of using status for pull. “I don’t know….”

Deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that Chris had walked away and returned to wherever he was prior to finding Taika, most likely his trailer.

“What if you only stayed a night?” Chris tried to bargain. “The flight is only an hour and a half. That will give you more than enough time to come here, let me fix you dinner, run you a nice bath, maybe get in the good ole’ horizontal tango—”

“You know I hate when you call it that,” she reminded quietly, admitting. “That does sound nice, though.”

“Or, I can come to you—“

“Absolutely not. Christopher, you’re already doing so much back and forth as it is.” One of the good things to come out of quarantine, to Summer at least, was that it forced many people to take a much needed break. Her husband was one of those people. Christopher had been working nonstop since she met him. Project after project, film after film, many of them Marvel films, which put a whole other layer of difficulty what with the strenuous physical requirements. Even now as he shot Thor 4, he was in the best shape he’d ever been, muscles nearly tearing the cotton of his clothes. He looked amazing, but it was what they couldn’t see that she was starting to grow a little concerned over. Christopher wasn’t as young as he once was. He had to slow down, eventually.

Summer realized this would be a perfect chance to have a conversation about just that with him, which all but led her to her final decision.

“Alright,” she conceded, finger up as she made her demands. “Three days, and I stay at the house while you shoot. We may be returning to normal, but we’re still in a pandemic. I won’t go around anyone except you.”

“So I get you all to myself? Hardly consider that a stipulation.”

“And…we talk.”

“After the horizontal tango—“

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop calling it that—“

“What was that, sweetheart? I wasn’t listening.” She saw that he had paused the screen, causing Summer to remember that she hadn’t even consulted with the babysitter. “Making flight arrangements for you.”

“Shit, let me text Liam and make sure he’s available.”

“He gets reception in the box?”

“Christopher! For the last time, your brother is not living in a box.”

“Do you know that for certain?”

“Goodbye, Christopher,” she prepared to end the call before smiling softly. “I love you, Christopher, and thank you.”

He winked. “I’ll always do anything for you, Summer. Anything.” A beat. “Don’t forget to leave the clothes. You won’t need them.”

“Christopher!”

#chris hemsworth x black!oc #chris hemsworth x black!reader #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth fandom #chris hemsworth fanfiction #fic: waves

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beann-e · 3 years

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long drabble of me dreaming my favorite haikyu characters are power hungry Hollywood stars that the industries made into assholes

also to thank everyone for 600 followers !! 😯

Tw! kuroo slander, akaashi slander, pushover y/n, emotional manipulation at its finest

I promise there was a point in time when we were I know we were I- I know I was

Yet , why are we sitting in front of a small old lady who's telling me we're both liars

That we were never that— we were never

" happy? " your voice came out short a small scoff of a laugh leaving your wide opened mouth

" y-you — he's happy — we're — I — I am happy " your eyes darted around the room looking for a shining piece to focus on for your jumpy eyes to land on

" he-he's happy I-i'm happy " your breathing quickened

" w-we — what is happy exactly anyways" you screamed

" w-what is it " you screamed at the top of your lungs rattling everything in the room ,everything , everyone ,and every nerve

" you can't feel it —you'll never feel it don��t--dont harp on it " a deep voice came out

" it's ok — really " your body tensed as you still felt everything inside you going haywire your eyes moved over to the person you once knew

the person who sat on the opposite end of the shared couch trying to move as far away from you as possible or that's what he wanted to do

" I-I - am I — why "

his voice came out stoic and short " you don't have the ability to"

his hand moved down his face " we're not happy because you can't be "

your body shook you felt the room going cold arms locking around yourself you need to be held you needed to be told you were right that everyone else was wrong this had gone on for too long

" come on get over here " he smiled softly

" come on pretty girl " he moved his head to show a smile on his face as you quietly moved shifting your body a bit over to him

" almost there come on I won't hurt you " your body stopped

" who said anything about hurting me "

he paused a small thought in the back of his mind coming to light

' damn i've screwed up '

" y/n hey — " you moved back to your end of the couch faster then he could reach out to grab hold of you " shit y— "

" do you two tend to always go back and forth like this "

the old lady sat watching " you , y/n , convincing yourself of something thats nothing shy from wrong and you , akaashi convincing her that everything's ok" akaashi's hands dropped and so did his smile

' asshole I knew he was faking '

" are you blaming me? " his voice came out tough and questioning almost as if daring her to answer correctly knowing that would ruin his image of himself and cause him to overthink your entire relationship

" i've done nothing but be there for my wife , for my love"

he turned to look at you panic spread in his eyes as the gears in his brain started to turn his thoughts already leading his mind down the path of overthinking" y/n we don't need this — let's go i'll call kuroo an—"

" no " you screamed " h-he can't help kuroos — he's just as bad please g-go away "

you pulled your knees to your chest as his eyebrow raised his eyes slowly moving down to your feet that sat on the edge of the couch a low cough coming out of his throat as he moved his gaze between the heels of your feet that were placed on the couch and the lady that sat in front of you

you dropped your feet quickly and moved back to a nice position your arms thrown over your crossed legs and back straightened your shades moved down on your nose— earrings hanging loosely to your ears and hair styled to perfection rivaling your inside appearance

Your hand came up to smooth out the dress that you wore for presentation hands playing with the fabric of the item

" you look fine y/n " akaashi’s voice came out soft. The lady in front of you smiled at the male to your left knowing a compliment could go a long way right now with the dark energy that had been placed in the room

you could feel his code for ‘ your being extra now y/n “

" really I mean it " he pressed " did you hear me "

‘ stop right now or your gonna give us away ‘

you quickly jumped " y-yes so sorry for not answering the first time I — "

" it's ok y/n we don't mind " the old lady’s voice rang out in understanding

" she's right we came here for you so — "

" no you two originally came here for you —that is what i was told by miss y/n "

he looked away and to his side staring at the window trying to calm himself down he was never one to show his anger he’d always played it off so well behind his calming persona but, his mind —his mind was anything but calm.

" y/n did you want to keep going " the old lady questioned eyes glowing and darting over you pristine appearance you really did look like the definition of money to her

your head moved in a small motion to look at akaashi out of the corner of your eye seeing his gaze on you as everything in the room slowed to a stop when his gaze moved to the door behind the older lady your eyes darted to the door seeing kuroo walking in a small smirk on his face

" actually miss y/n can't — we have an interview in 10" the old ladies face moved into a happy and excited smile you praying to the gods she wasn’t one of those people

" oh — kuroo " she screamed out In shock

the tiny bit of hope for help you’d finally thought you had a hold on left your body immediately with the knowing thought of ‘she’s a—

" I-i'm a — i'm a fan — I— "

he smiled down on the older lady pulling her into a hug as his eyes stayed locked on yours a wink coming out of the motion as akaashi turned his head back to the woman at hand ignoring his ‘friends ‘ advance on his wife " I love to meet my fans— especially when their as pretty as you "

" you are even sweeter than they show you on tv —you charmer you "

" i'm no charmer — i'm just being honest " he laughed " your pretty well set up here "

he looked to you " I see why she decided to come here —actually it's a bit nicer than I expected —inside seeing as though it's in the middle of no where and kinda I guess trashy on the outside "

he was picking on you with his words explaining codes that only you could get ‘ you picked the furthest place away from me and I still found you are you stupid ‘

the old lady smiled " yeah it's for people - like y/n here who don't want to be found out you know "

he smiled " yeah I get it — your a saint for doing things like this — y/n's never had anyone who can take care of her let alone listen like I can —I mean her husband yeah but he’s kind of unavailable but me im there always anytime any-day—she wants a lot from me she’s a beggar by nature y’know “ he sighed as you winced at his next words

“ everyone always seems to be out for her money or really just using her talents for their own benefits —making her seem stupid really. They exploit all of her—well she really only has them but her weakness—“ he looked at you from the corner of his eyes before he laughed “ like gullibility “

" I feel bad —really I'm always here if she wanted to come back "

he looked to you as she asked " do we want to come back y/n? "

‘this choice is not yours ‘

she smiled as kuroo moved a bit more to the middle of the room where the couch and chairs were placed his eyes sharply pointed at you " your always open to come back y/n "

‘ come back to another therapist and ruin your image like this again I dare you ‘

you smiled small at kuroos offer " no actually i'm fine I — I got to say what I wanted "

" that's good — that's nice — if you wanted to say more or talk when you have time y/n just call kenma he'll set up a professional ride for you "

he moved to talk with the older lady " and you — is there anything you need —- payment maybe for the time she did take up "

" oh uh no no for free on the house "

" what no —no i'll leave something for you " kuroo moved to grab his wallet as he sat a hundred yen coin on the table on top of a book that caused him to look twice with a squint his hand moving to rub over it anger obvious to anyone who knew the real him behind his outside appearance.

You shrinking when he rolled his shoulders back to you it looked like he was releasing anger to not snap at you and calm himself down but to everyone else it seemed like he was just stretching

" woah — this is actually a really cool notebook “ his voice went low “ y/n did you see this notebook”

‘ did she write anything about you in here —anything at all ‘

you shook your head slightly causing him to skyrocket and land to that space in his head that always pissed him off.

" yeah I use it for all my daily messages—everything my clients say too— it's one of a kind "

" oh really " he laughed at her words laying charm on discreetly knowing it wouldn’t take much " so I wouldn't be able to find it even if I wanted to — that's kinda cool but kinda sucky at the same time "

he smiled as she moved to pick up the book and hold it out to him " n-no you can find it look it's right here in your hands take it please free of charge "

he shook his head " I could never — you said you had stuff in there—your clients private information in —in this book of yours "

" nothing too important—they wouldn’t mind and it also has everything I wrote for y/n in there it’s up to her anyways if you read it so just take it "

he reached out and grabbed the book " see now I have to leave you with something please is there anything you want I mean— "

he looked her dead in the eyes but you could feel every word he said being directed to you " I hate to leave people unsatisfied "

she shook her head before speaking cutely she was completely out of her mind, she’d not only granted kuroo the access to your private health screening but now accepting his money and offer

‘ can fame really allow anyone to break rules ? do people love their stars this much ? ‘

" just — just an autograph would do great " he smiled moving faster than light as he held the notebook moving over to the woman's poster on the wall

" oh I see i'm already up here " he laughed as he grabbed a sharpie off her desk and scribbled his autograph all over his face on the poster " and ta-dah"

she smiled and mumbled out a thank you as he moved to hug her akaashi getting up and walking towards the door this wasn’t how this was suppose to go this was supposed to be the day you got out of their hands out of the industries hands

" thank you so much for what you did today " he said as akaashi moved to speak

" thank you ma'am for your time " the two males moved to the doorway as the lady followed them closely behind to the door to close it when they left

" no problem I have another person coming in soon so I hate to cut this short " she said as her voice came out with meaning

' oh she's talking to me ' you were still sitting there on the couch face to the floor as you hesitated to bring it up to face the two males in front of you

Your hands shaking as your finger played with your clothes again the hem of your dress in between your pointer and thumb

" love , let's go " Akaashi spoke a smile showing through his words your legs locked as you didn't move your lips trembling eyes glazed over but your shades doing you justice and covering them from everyone in the room

Or at least those who didn't know already — those who hadn't been through this already which was only one person here and she wasn't either of the 6"0 tall males that stood across from you

You body jumped as your heard a loud snap travel through the room

' those are his fingers he just snapped at me —like an animal '

you looked up to see kuroo smiling his finger made up in a snap showing he'd done just what you thought he did his hand moving to only one finger pointing to the space next to him his hand low to not pull the ladies attention to his motions

" y/n come over here " his voice was still light but held everything that you knew he meant behind it " we have an interview in 5 minutes "

your legs shook wobbly before standing

your body moving over to the males before walking out the lady smiling before closing the door kuroos grip on your upper arm strong as you three made your way to the black car parked out front as he yanked you in the backseat after him , gnashing his teeth before fixing his suit and tie body scooting over to allow more space. Akaashi scooting in to trap you in the middle kuroo hitting the drivers shoulder two times signaling them to drive

The car was quiet akaashi looking out the window his pointer finger drumming on his pants leg kuroo staring straight ahead at the back of the drivers seat

Your eyes let the tears drop that you held back in the room as kuroos hand swiped at the shades you wore flinging them across the car and straight in between akaashi's feet as he moved to pick them up and grip them tightly in his own hands going back to calmly looking out the window ignoring the scene that was about to take place next to him

" take these fucking glasses off—your not fucking fooling anyone "

your body shook at the action " are you mad—mad at me " you said softly your voice barely a whisper kuroo didn't even have it in him to scoff " I sense i've made a mistake " you kept going

" oh you sense huh " akaashi's voice came out in a short laugh before his mouth closed speaking quietly to himself“ god how can someone be so — so dense and just lack so much —” he sighed “ intelligence “

"your so fucking " kuroos voice came out loud as he gripped his pants in a strong hold

" so so so fucking stupid " he said anger present in his voice trying to put emphasis on his words that were attacking you and shaking you only making it harder to look at either men in the car

" you — I swear on my fucking life — y/n — if you go in here and fuck up — "

he put up one finger " one — one fucking time "

he wanted to make sure you understood

" ill fuck you up y/n I swear — one time that's it that's all do you understand me "

your mouth moved tears moving into it as akaashi spoke for you voice dry he was just so tired of this so tired of the constant yelling and mistreatment you were put through all because you weren’t smart enough as a child to choose a different dream job "trust she gets it — she heard it the first time "

he moved to speak under his breath " she's heard it many times "

the car stopped as kuroo turned to face you his hand cupping your cheeks his pointer on your cheek and thumb on your chin holding you in a death grip making you look at him

" i'm repeating myself because you've shown me your nothing more than a stupid chick who can read a script— so lemme say it one more time " his eyes were hard on yours his face showing no remorse for the painful emotion shown on your face

" if you go in this interview and fuck up once — even so much as take a restroom break to go sniff whatever the fuck mattsukawa had you do last time — i'll fuck you up so bad they'll think your next role is a horror movie and your the fucking monster "

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pocketramblr · 4 years

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im going to be so fucking predictable right now but, for a prompt... how about some momnight

I'm going to do my Very Best at this though I am very unpracticed with writing her so here we go!

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"Alright, class. Today we're supposed to do a lesson that follows up on the interviews you did yesterday with Midnight and Mt. Lady. Which means I'm not teaching."

With that, Aizawa-sensei flopped to the ground. The thud was only slightly cushioned by the sleeping bag around him. A few students winced.

"Exactly!" Midnight said, shoving open the door. "This time, we'll be practicing a little more with cameras and a little less with talking."

Oh? The students all leaned in, curious and excited.

"We'll be practicing photo shoots! Come to studio 1-4, come on." She stepped to the side as the class got excited, and just waved Aoyama out the door when he jumped to go ask her a million questions, sparkling.

Toru was excited too, though she took more time to stand than the others. By the time she had, Yaomomo had already dragged the reluctant Jiro out of the room, and all that remained were Bakugo and Koda.

"Not going to be the last one there, I hope, Bakugo?" Midnight asked, tone of voice edging into a tease.

Bakugo grumbled about it being stupid, but he did hurry more out the door.

"And you, Koda? Nothing to be scared about, the camera doesn't bite." But their teachers sure might, if they dawdled- or interrupted anymore of Aizawa's extended naptime.

"Right!" Toru agreed, skipping to the back of the room to reach for the boy's arm. "Come on, it'll be a fun lesson! Better than a pop quiz, and maybe you'll even get to do a cute picture, like holding a bunny!"

Koda stared at her sleeve for a long moment, then finally nodded.

When they passed Midnight at the door, Toru looked up and realized the woman's smile had slipped a little; she looked thoughtful, brow furrowed behind her glasses.

The smile came back quickly though, as she tugged the door closed behind them and hurried them to the studio where the class was waiting for them.

Haya-senpai was also waiting for them, apparently. The cool girl stood in front of a group of third years by the side wall of the room, where several desks and mirrors and lights had been shoved in a row. The rest of the room was cleared out, backdrops and green screens angled around with a few stools and props.

"Alright, class 1a, before we get ready for your first shoot, there are some things to know." Midnight closed the door behind her. "You can take notes on your phone, if you want. There are several different kinds of photoshoots. What ones can you think of?"

"Ooh!" Mina waved her hand and was called on. "There's magazine photoshoots, and if you're lucky you'll be on the front page!"

"Certainly, magazine shoots. What else- Yaoyorozu?"

"Advertisements, with products?"

"Very good, you've done some of that already, haven't you? Alright, what other kinds?"

Toru waved her arm, humming so she'd be more noticed. Midnight crooked her finger at her. "Makeup? Well I guess that could be a product too, but there's also fashion shoots."

"Right on, Hagakure."

The class was quiet for a few moments, and Midnight nodded. "There's other kinds too- a headshot shoot, some hero agencies will require them for an application or their site. Portraits, lifestyle, sports, glamor, portfolio- the point is, there’s different types, and different points to each of them.”

Tsuyu raised a hand, and got a nod. “Midnight, all the different types, but don’t they boil down to either work use- like the headshots- or publicity for everything else?”

“That’s not a bad way of looking at it, Asui,” The teacher tapper her cheek as she paused, “But there’s more than that. You could also be doing it for benefit of others, either like a charity calendar photos, or perhaps even as a favor for a friend if one of them asks for a photo op.”

“And if,” Bakugo spoke up, apparently at the end of his patience for waiting for an explanation, “we don’t care about that crap? Publicity? If we haven’t got any friends who just want to take pictures of us?”

Midnight’s smile stretched, just a little, like a smirk. “Not a bad question. Anyone else think they have an answer?”

No one spoke, looking at each other, then Iida raised his hand.

“Midnight-sensei! Regardless of wanting to do publicity or charity or not, an agency may require to and all parts of a hero career should be done as exactly as one can, whether or not you want to-”

Midnight coughed. “Not bad, Iida, but not what I was thinking of. Bakugo, everyone, consider it like this. Once you become a hero- before that, even- you are going to have publicity. You are going to have paparazzi. Your photos are going to end up in ragmags no matter what you do.” She emphasized those words with a tap from her whip to her palm. “But, you can decide how you present yourself in other media. Sure, you can go way underground like Eraser. Or, you can take control of your representation. Choose your own photographers, magazines, products, vlogs, anything. That’s why you have to learn how to do these photoshoots and other media courses.” She clapped her hands, and the third years jumped. “So, we start with makeup.”

The older students waved some of her classmates forward, and Toru pushed Koda forward so he’d sit.

She found herself watching them get makeup put on, holding Iida’s glasses for him while Haya mused with his hair. Next to him, a senior was marking lines under Uraraka’s eyes to make the lashes pop.

“That looks really cute!”

“Thanks!”

“Do you mind me using a bit more foundation here?” Another senior said, poking at Midoriya. “It’s not quite even, but some of your freckles are showing through still.”

“Uhh,” Midori said, eloquently.

The older student raised his eyebrow.

“Um, actually, its,”

“It’s what, Midoriya?” Midnight asked, stepping from out of nowhere to peer over his shoulder at his mirror.

“It’s fine!” The makeup didn’t completely hide how red his face went.

Their teacher met his gaze in the reflection, clicking her tongue. “Come on, what did I say the point of the lesson was?”

“Um, control?” Midoriya asked, then went “Oh.”

Midnight smiled, straightening back up.

“I’d like my freckles to be- to not be covered up. Please.” Midoriya was still red, but the senior just shrugged.

“Alright. I’ll darken them with this then instead, so they actually show well under the lights and all that.”

He nodded, relaxing back in his seat, and Midnight squeezed his shoulder before moving on, nodding at Iida before looking at her.

“Hagakure, you haven’t gotten someone to start makeup yet?”

Toru shook her head- and shoulders. “No, Sensei. It’s not like I’ll show up on camera anyway, so.” She kept her voice cheerful, but her smile faltered halfway through.

It was fun to watch everyone else get dolled up and decorated... but would probably be fun if she could join them too.

Midnight stared at her, and she couldn’t read the expression before the teacher shook her head. “No, no. You’ll still have to participate and I have an idea!” She took Toru’s hand, then led her to the seat next to Uraraka.

Toru couldn’t keep the startled giggle from bubbling up as she sat.

“Midoriya,” Midnight said, riffling through the makeup on the desk, “You heard Hagakure. What do you think she could do in a photoshoot like this?”

“Hm.” Midoriya considered it, but when he answered he sounded much more confident than he had earlier. “Well, she’s invisible, but anything on her wouldn’t be. You could play with elements like dust or sparkles to suggest shape in an interesting way- oh, if you don’t mind being in your hero suit, that is.”

Midnight hummed an affirmation. “There’s a lot you and your team could do with that, and body paint is a fun medium to work with.” She paused, then leveled an eyeshadow brush at Toru like it was her whip. “Only when you’re eighteen, though. What do you think, Uraraka?”

“You could use your quirk, you know, to shine?” The brunette waved a hand. “Lighting up in different places to outline you, maybe, it’d look really cool if you had a space-y dress or something with it.”

“Oooh,” Toru had to admit that would be fun. It’d need a dark background and probably a camera without a flash or something, but it would be a picture of her, using her own quirk.

“Or like, even a space suit or something alien!”

“As long as I don’t upstage Mina!”

Midnight decided on something, then turned back with a nod, eyes sparkling. “Those are good ideas. Now, I’m going to try something with eyeshadow on you. Tell me when your eyes are closed.”

Toru closed her eyes as asked. “They are now, Midnight.”

If the point of this lesson was control, she wasn’t quite sure that this counted since she was just letting someone else do it, but Toru didn’t mind. She had a couple new ideas bouncing around for real photoshoots, in the future, and she really wanted to see what her teacher came up with.

She’d been right, this was fun.

It tickled a little, when Midnight traced eyeliner all on the sides of her face, but Toru managed to keep her face still enough. Then came brushes and colors she couldn’t see, shapes she could feel but not recognize.

Finally, the touches to her face stopped and she heard the brush clatter on the table.

“You can open your eyes now.” Midnight said, moving out of the way between the chair and the mirror.

Toru gasped, then stood so she could lean closer to her reflection.

Her teacher had painted elaborate designs over both her eyes, branching out like butterfly wings. They shimmered with many neutral tones, light and brown and pink between the black lines. A few sparkles were touched heavier on the ends, and overall they looked beautiful.

“Oh! Guys, look!” Toru turned, and Uraraka gasped too, clapping.

“Those look so pretty!”

“Right? Thank you so much, Midnight-sensei!”

The hero laughed, waving a hand. “You’re very welcome. You’ll have to work with the photographer to decide how to model it on your own though. Speaking of...” She checked the clock on the wall. “Fifteen minutes left! Get to pictures then washing off.”

She walked off down the row again, checking on the other students, though not before she squeezed Toru’s shoulder for a second when she passed.

Toru was beaming as she asked for a senior with a camera to work with her, and she ended up with a picture of herself winking- one eye open to show the full butterfly, the other closed to show the colors swirled on the eyelid too.

It looked pretty, and it looked fun. It felt like a perfect picture.

#*offers this* sorry it took a while #it was pretty fun to write tho!#pocket talks to people #owlf45 #my writing

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Summer bummer pt.2

y/n x harry pairing

summary- y/n and Harry are part of a cast of a reality show called ‘summer bummer’ that’s a uk version of the jersey shore and things are chaotic

pnot proofread, not sure if its any good pt.2

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Waking up smooshed between a warm body and a hard wooden wall was what Y/n was currently experiencing, but soon the pounding headache and nausea took the front seat in her brain as she let out a low groan shifting in the hold of the man beside her as she sat up rubbing her eyes, mascara from the night before flaking onto her fist getting another irritated groan to bubble in her throat.

“quiet, try’n sleep here” Harry mumbled and turned over as she climbed out of his bed yawning and stumbling to the bathroom, peeing and taking off her messy makeup from the night before, taking a quick shower and going back upstairs to her shared room to change into some comfy shorts and a big sweatshirt pulling the hood over her damp hair to help block the brightness that’s making her head pound like a drum.

Y/n made her way into the confessional room, sitting on the couch in front of the green screen and turning on the camera the producers had there for them to do their periodic self interviews.

“so it’s like noon, I just woke up and I realized ‘holy shit, im in bed with Harry’…” she made a point to tilt her head and widen her eyes at the camera showing her bit of shock at the situation. “I was blackout wasted last night, the last thing I remember was dancing and making out with him so I’m gonna wait till he’s up to ask if we did the deed or not because I don’t remember, god first day in the house and I’m already blacking out.” She paused to laugh at herself a little before continuing, “ugh, we’ll see. My moms gonna kill me when she see this episode_- fuck_”

She sighed as she turned off the camera and went back out into the living room where some of her roommates were, all of them sleepy and hungover chatting to themselves but Y/n raised an eyebrow when she noticed Tommy give her a side eye and stop talking when she walked into the room, the camera men that were in the house filming panning their cameras between the two young adults.

“what? Why are you looking at me like that?” she didn’t waste any time in brining attention to his behavior, not in the mood for the pricks little attitude problem getting a scoff and a snarky little turn of his lips as he waved her off like a dog, and Y/n was having none of it. She stood up straighter, squaring her shoulders and pointing at the man. “Obviously you have a fucking problem so say it, fuck are you acting like a little bitch for? Thought you were a fucking tough guy.” She wasn’t scared of that guy In the slightest, he had the most punch worthy face she’s ever seen and god was he making the urge more prominent with every move of his ugly face.

“shut the fuck up bitch, you talk too fucking much. You talked shit about me at the club last night, probably just mad because I was making out with other girls and not giving your ugly ass any fucking attention you stupid bitch.” He glared at her giving her a disrespectful little smile and every other person in the room was now staring at the pair, engaged and waiting on the edge of their seats for what was gonna happen next.

Y/n couldn’t stop the laugh that came from her mouth, looking at Tommy like he was the stupidest person on the planet, because right now he sure did fit the description. “You’re joking right? I was saying how I felt sorry for those girls because you’re such a piece of shit wanker. You hit on me from the moment I walked in this house and pouty like a fucking baby when I told you to fuck off after dinner, it was on camera you prick. I’m perfectly content having you and your non existent lips far away from me.”

She was annoyed, but also amused. This guy had no fucking clue how much everyone already hated him and she loved it. He stayed silent for a minute and she took the chance to get closer to him pointing her finger right in his face, making eye contact with him, “watch who the fuck you call a bitch around here Tommy because I’ll punch you right in your smug fucking mouth, lets see how much of a tough guy you are when you get your teeth knocked in by a fucking girl.”

At this point Ryan was up off the couch and making his way between the two when he saw both of them getting even more agitated, Tom standing up and Y/n refusing to back down as he tried to intimidate her.

“alright guys, chill out. Drop it, it’s not a big deal don’t fight over stupid shit like this.” Ryan stuck his arm between them Tommy trying to push it away while Y/n started to tie up her hair yelling back and fourth with him as Ryan tried to keep them apart. “what you gonna fucking hit me Tom? Huh? You gonna hit a girl? Makes sense, you’re a pussy and act so tough till you’re throwing a tantrum when you don’t get your way. Gonna go cry to mommy because I didn’t want anything to do with you or your 2 inch dick?”

This comment of course got the reaction she was hoping, his face grew red and his body tensed just making her smirk more. “the fuck did you just say to me?” he was pissed, and Y/n was loving how she got him so mad over her comment, that’s how she knew she struck a nerve because it was definitely true. She even got some laughs from the roommates who were sitting around watching the show. Ryan turned so his left arm and part of his body was between them, looking at Tommy raising an eyebrow at him. “Watch it mate, you’re on thin ice. Lay a hand on a female in this house and you’ll never get to walk this earth again.”

Tommy clenched his jaw flickering his eyes between Ryan and Y/n like an angry child who didn’t get their way, and god was Y/n loving how he’s embarrassing himself and he doesn’t even realize it.

The pair continued to argue back and fourth, him trying to insult her and her pushing his buttons – (because lets face it, he was too damn easy)- and in the midst of it Harry decided to emerge from his room, hair a mess and all sleepy. His tattoos were on full display as his shirtless body started advancing towards the arguing duo. Y/n gasped when Harry pushed her back a bit to get right in Toms face using his large body to completely cover Y/n’s as he looked down at Tommy with stone cold eyes.

“Mate I suggest you fucking keep it moving because I’m not gonna put up with you being disrespectful to anyone in this house, let alone a younger girl who didn’t do anything to you. I won’t let her fight you, but I sure as hell have no problem pounding your face in. Step off before I make you, I promise you that you don’t want that.”

Harry’s tone was serious, his muscles were taunt and flexed as he towered over the other man. Tommy of course tried to play it off and muttered a ‘whatever asshole’ as he sulked off to his room, but everyone in there knew he was almost shitting his pants from how afraid he was of Harry.

Everyone took a second to take everything in before they really spoke. Ryan gave Harry a pat on the back, “Thanks mate, dudes a proper prick. And Y/n, you’re a bad ass fuckin’ girl, that was crazy!” he chuckled and shook his head, plopping down on the couch again as Harry turned to the girl raising and eyebrow as he looked down at her. “try to not get yourself involved in any more trouble, at least until I’ve had some fucking coffee. Was sleeping love, bit rude to wake me up for a brawl.”

Y/n laughed a little and pushed his chest, “Hey! I didn’t wake you up, I could have taken him I didn’t need you to jump in.” she put her hands on her hips and gave him a sassy little face, the man laughing in return. “ ‘m sure you could have, babbled last night about how you’re brothers taught you boxing growing up, but if that kid was to try to fight you I’d go down for a murder charge. Me mum taught me to respect women and women beaters aren’t in my good graces. Now you, miss thang need to keep your ass out of problems.”

Harry gave her the stern bossy eyes and she caved, nodding her head and pouting a little as he went into the kitchen and grabbed himself a Gatorade and some crackers nodding his head to the deck door, “ ‘cmere rocky, need to talk to you.” Harry teased her with the name, getting laughs from everyone including her as she walked out on the deck with him sitting down on one of the couches as he fed himself.

“need to talk to you about last night.” He mumbled through a mouthful of sports drink getting a nod from Y/n as she tried her best to ignore the camera getting a little too close for comfort. “Wanted to ask you about it too, was waiting till you got up..i’m just gonna ask, did we bang?” she twisted her stray hairs around her pointer finger as she asked, slightly nervous for the answer.

Harry shook his head laughing a little bit to himself. “Nope, told you I wasn’t gonna do anything when you were drunk unless I talked to sober you about it first. Plus, love if we would have fucked you would still feel me. wouldn’t have to ask because your trouble walking would answer that question for you sweetheart.” Harry wore a slight smirk on his lips as he said it, watching the younger girl roll her eyes and lick over her lips. “god you’re such a boy.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m a man, a gentlemen actually. Not like the little boys where you’re from, I’m a grown man love and I’m cocky because I know I have the skills to back it up. Maybe you’ll get lucky to experience that yourself sometimes little girl.”

Y/n was a bit in shock. She was turned on, overwhelmed and a little bit offended by his attitude but god if she wasn’t turned on. “Oh my god. I can’t, guys are too much for me right now. I might have to take up Selena’s offer and become a lesbian over summer because you guys are stressing me out!”

Y/n smacked his arm playfully and Harry grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand to his mouth and kissing her knuckled. “Yea, let’s see how long that lasts since last night you were almost In tears any time I broke the kiss to open the damn door. You’ll be knocking at my door by the end of the week guarantee it.”

“Ok mister confidence, shut up.” Y/n covered her face with her hands to hide her smile and growing blush, both of them just talking about the night before until the camera crew left for a while before they were going to go out that night.

“hey Harry?” Y/n stood in his doorway, calling out his name as he rummaged through his suitcase to find whatever he was looking for. “Whatsup love?” he peered at her for a second to let her know he was listening before going back to what he was doing “about what you said, sober me says if neither of us come home with someone we can fool around a bit, you have my permission. Just know I fully plan on bringing someone home tonight and I already called the spare room. I wanna start my summer off with good booze and an orgasm.”

Harry let out a little snort, pulling the brush he was looking for out of his bag and turning to Y/n, “I’ll keep that in mind, good luck with your plans tonight, I hope you get your wish and don’t end up with some dude who doesn’t know where the clit is.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Don’t speak that into existence asshole, if he fails me I’ll just do it the old fashion way.” This got the mans attention and his eyes to meet hers, “Old fashion way?” he rubbed his stubbly chin a bit, moving the brush between his right and left hand, “yea, just masturbate in the shower or whatever. I brought some tools that could lend a helping hand in that. I’ll make do.”

Harry had to stop himself from groaning. His mind flashed with images of her in the shower using toys on herself, biting a wash cloth to keep quiet since everyone’s here. He was able to collect himself after a few seconds and give her a playful smile nodding “sounds like a plan love, now get out of here it’s time to get ready.”

The music was blaring and the booze running through Y/n’s system made it ten times better, she was dancing- not caring about anything as she danced on this nice looking guy she met and who she decided she was gonna bring back that night and occupy the spare room she’d already called. He was tall, dark hair, tan just a typical good looking guy and the vodka helped make him look more attractive. She just hoped that he could give her what she so desperately needed. A good fucking.

“ ‘cmon, lets go now so we have extra time before my roommates get back, I wanna play.”

Little else was said between the two as they darted out of the club and back to the shared house, clothes coming off quickly as they got up the steps and now she’s panting, groping her tits while the stranger who she can’t remember the name of is tongue deep in her cunt. He’s average at giving head, but she’s desperate and so horny she doesn’t care.

Her hips rock against his mouth as he brings her right to the edge before stopping, Y/n let out a loud protest at this feeling the coil that was forming in her stomach and about to come undone fade.

“what the hell?!” she was pissed, and between her legs was aching at this point from needing attention. “I’m sorry, mouth got tired and I wanna fuck you now..” the man slipped his shirt off while Y/n laid under him, irritated but hopeful his cock can give her the relief she really needs.

But just her luck, it doesn’t. He lasts 5 minutes before he’s cumming into the condom and panting leaving Y/n angry and horribly deprived, and so she wasted no time in kicking him out and storming into her room, grabbing her black vibrator she had brought and marching to the bathroom turning the shower on getting it nice and arm before she stepped in.

Y/n had her head resting against the tile as she sat on the shower floor, legs spread and vibrator rubbing up and down her needy slit while her free hand was plunging 2 fingers in and out of herself. She always loved being fingered, but she wishes her fingers were just a bit longer as she worked herself letting herself be loud since no one else was in the house, but she just couldn’t reach the spot she needed to. It was so close yet so far, and she was so upset she was almost close to tears.

She was in the middle of a fit of cursing everyone in existence when a knock on the bathroom door made her jump, her heart almost burst from surprise and now she was wondering how long she’s been in here since her roommates weren’t coming back till at least 6 am.

“Can I come in? it gotta pee” the voice on the other side of the door asked loudly so she could hear them over the water, and when she realized it was Harry she yelled out an agreement, as soon as he opened the door she peaked her head around from behind the curtain to look at him while still shielding her body.

Harry chuckled a little bit and gave her a funny look, “Can I take a leak in private please?”. Y/n groaned and stomped her foot on the shower floor like a child. “Fine! Please pee and then get in the shower with me, I’m so horny it literally hurts and that guy lasted 5 minutes and I swear to god if I don’t get to cum I’m going to cry please!”

Harry stared at her for a moment, letting her words sink in pushing his hair off his face and shrugging. “what do you want me to do love?” he could see just how desperate she was, eyes close to tears, lip stuck between her teeth and he felt both bad for her but also so fucking turned on.

“Anything, please finger me? play with me? please I need it my fingers aren’t long enough and you said you’d play with me, I’m not even that drunk please Harry.”

Y/n didn’t care about the cameras in the hall that were probably picking up the audio, or how desperate and crazy she sounded, she needed his touch.

“Okay..Okay doll relax, let me do what I need to do and then I’ll join you alright?”

Y/n nodded and moved back behind the curtain, she took her original place sitting on the cool tile floor of spacious shower as he went to the bathroom before stripping down to his boxers and pulling the curtain back seeing the younger girl naked, legs spread a bit giving him a glimpse of how swollen and flushed between her legs was letting him know she was probably a bit too rough on herself when she got frustrated, which only made her problem worse.

Her tits sat perky on her chest, her nipples pebbled with water droplets running down over them before dripping off onto her thighs. Harry let out a low groan at the sight, “Have m’ boxers on just because I’m not gonna fuck ya’ , honestly don’t think I even can because I got whiskey dick right now. Need to lay off the booze so I can take care of you properly next time. Cmon, stand up sweetheart.”

Harry held his hand out to the girl who took it, standing on wobbly legs as he stepped in the shower with her, skin tight black boxers covering his goods which disappointed her a bit but she couldn’t care too much since there was so much else going on.

His big hands ran up and down her back, thumbs digging into the dimples right at the base of her spine as he pulled her closer to him, kissing down her neck, mumbling into her skin about how pretty she is, and promising he’s going to make her feel better.

“Pussy is all swollen doll, gotta be careful. Don’t want you to hurt yourself just ‘cause you get frustrated, that’s no fun…” His voice was deep, slow and made her stomach tense from how it vibrated through her getting a whimper and tug on his wet matted locks.

“Talk to me darling..tell me what you want, tell me what you need baby” his fingers were trailing downward, squeezing her ass and brushing his finger tips on the backs on her thighs. “need you to touch me, please put your fingers in me I need it”

Her voice was pathetic and she knew it, she was needy to the highest capacity and almost let a ‘daddy’ slip through her lips but she managed to bite her tongue just in time. Harry hummed as he brough his right hand around her front, moving it between her thighs and coaxing them open wider while he brushed two digits up and down her slit, mouthing at her neck while he gets a feel for her exterior, taking the vibrator from her hand and setting it down on the rack holding their shampoos and soaps while he tapped the pad of his middle finger against her entrance before sinking it in.

Her reaction was immediate. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, a long relieved moan falling from her plush lips as he slipped a second one in with ease from how eager her body was. “Got t’ give me a minute to find tha’ special spot love, deep breaths don’t need ya’ passing out on me.” Harry was on a mission to find that spongey spot inside her that would have her cumming in no time, and Y/n was practically riding his fingers as she stood in his grip, her body going rigid when he pressed against the spot she needed the most attention on, mumbling a low “found it” as he pressed on it again, rubbing over it as he fucked his fingers in and out of the younger girl who was holding onto him for dear life as he massaged her G-spot with vigor.

“There you go, that’s a good girl Y/n you’re doin’ so good love, know you’re close can cum whenever you feel it. Know you need it baby, let go.”

Y/n could barely hear him as her body started to tingle, everything was muffled and her mind was hyper focused on the pleasure pulsing through her core. She was gearing up for a strong one, she hasn’t had one quite this big since the winter when she had a 4 week dry spell and finally got some action the day after Christmas, she soaked through the poor dudes sheets that night.

Her moans and gasps picked up, frequent bursts of pleasured moans passed her lips as she started to pant her nails digging into his tattooed shoulders while her held her to him so she didn’t fall.

“Doing so well, almost there huh? Almost there…” his fingers moved with purpose and unfaltering speed as he massaged her special spot faster, her legs becoming jelly as she started to cum. She couldn’t help the loud moan that shot out of her throat, Harry quickly grabbing the wash cloth and stuffing it in her mouth since he knew Ryan was here. He cooed in the girls ear, talking to her the entire time she was cumming feeling her cunt squeezing his digits while her own juices dribbled down his wrist.

She was dizzy, tired, spent and completely drained. She finally got what she needed and was now dead weight clinging to Harry who peppered her face with kisses as he withdrew his hand from her cunt rinsing her off down there and kissing her lips a few times.

“That was fucking amazing… god Harry you’re gonna make me fall in love with you with fingers like those…”

He only chuckled at her dazed comment before shutting the water off, wrapping the girl in a towel and sitting her down on the counter

“Lucky for you, you have all summer to do so, I might just be up for it too.”

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 23

Masterlist

It took Gavin and me a total of 30 minutes to get dressed and head to the hospital my dad was at. I tried calling Connor in the car, but he didn’t answer, which caused me to worry even more.

Gavin was driving and he had one hand firmly on my leg that kept bouncing up and down. How did this happen? I kept asking myself as I stared out the window. I thought he was taking care of himself more. Why did this have to happen now? Right when things were getting better between us. Gavin pulled up to the hospital and stopped the car at the emergency room front doors.

“Go find Connor. I’ll park and catch up.” I nodded and jumped out of the car, practically running into the hospital. I followed the signs for the surgery waiting room. I looked through the door window and saw Connor sitting in a chair with his eyes forward. When I pushed the door open he quickly looked over and got up. I ran to him and hugged him tightly, trying not to cry. He held me equally as tight.

“What happened?” My voice was raspy, while my mind was racing the rest of my body was still trying to wake up.

“He got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and I heard the glass drop from my room. I called the ambulance right away. They’re performing an atherectomy right now.” He pulled out of the hug and I reluctantly let go of him.

“Have…” I paused trying to stop myself from crying. “Have the doctors given you any updates?” I heard the door open again and in a second Gavin’s arms were around me. I grabbed his hands and held them tightly, welcoming the warmth and comfort. I noticed my hands were shaking, so I gripped his hands tighter in an attempt to steady them.

“No, nothing yet. I have only been here for an hour. The surgery takes about two and recovery is about three hours, but that’s according to averages. I don’t know if it will be shorter or longer.” I nodded. “I didn’t mean to make you rush here. Humans need sleep, (Y/n). You can go home and I can call you the moment I get any update.” Connor said softly, I quickly shook my head.

“No, I’m staying here with you.” He started to argue. “Connor, I’m not budging on this.” I untangled myself from Gavin and turned to look at him. I gently took my hands and cupped his cheeks, running my thumbs across his stubble. “Gavin, you have work in a couple of hours, you should go home and get some rest.”

“I’m staying with you for as long as I can. I’ve run on less sleep before.” He put his hands over mine and gently pulled them down. He squeezed my hands and I nodded, grateful he was willing to stay. Connor sat back down and I sat next to him. I grabbed both of their hands and held them.

I woke up still in the waiting room. I must have fallen asleep at some point. Groaning, I sat up and wiped my mouth. I looked over at Connor.

“Oh my god, Connor. I’m so sorry I drooled on you. You should’ve woken me up.” I looked over to my left where Gavin had been.

“He had to get to the precinct. We both decided it would be best not to wake you.” I nodded and yawned. “There have been no updates, but I expect we will hear something soon.” I laid my head back on Connor’s shoulder.

“Are you scared?” I asked softly.

“The surgery has a high survival rate and the ambulance got to the house in under five minutes. Despite those reassuring facts, I still find myself worried.” Connor whispered. I noticed his LED for the first time since arriving. It was red.

“He’s strong, survived a lot. This won’t be any different.” I tried to reassure him, but I knew he could tell I was equally worried.

Another half-hour passed before a doctor finally came to talk to us. Both us stood up and met him halfway. I had my arm wrapped around Connor’s to keep myself from shaking too much.

“Ma’am, are you a part of the Anderson family?”

“Yes, we’re both his kids,” I answered quickly, the doctor gave Connor’s LED a quick glance, but decided not to say anything.

“He got here just in time. The surgery took longer than expected, but there were no major complications. He’s in recovery now.”

“Can we see him?” I asked.

“He’s resting right now. He’ll be in recovery for a couple of hours and then he’ll be moved to an inpatient room. I can have one of the nurses come to get you when he’s been moved.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Connor said. He gave us a tightlipped smile and walked away. We both sat back down. I felt exhausted but relieved. “Maybe you should go home and get some rest.” I shook my head and pulled out my phone.

“No, I’m not leaving.” I went to my email and sent my students an email.

Hi everyone,

Due to a family emergency, we will not be meeting in person on Tuesday. Instead, I am going to post a movie, and then on Thursday, we will discuss how the themes of the movie apply to what we are learning. Don’t worry, the film’s target audience was kids so we should have no problem discussing it. If you’d like to get ahead the film is “The Iron Giant.”

I will see you all on Thursday,

Dr. (L/n)

I decided to send Gavin an update text while I was on my phone.

Dad’s in recovery, the surgery went well. We’ll be able to see him in a couple of hours.

thats good. how r u feeling

Tired and worried. I canceled my class on Tuesday.

im going to talk to fowler, see if i can get time off

You don’t have to.

i know

on a case, ill stop by on my lunch break text me the rm #

Okay, stay safe

I took a deep breath and looked at Connor, his LED was still red.

“Have you told Fowler?” Connor remained to look forward.

“Yes, I alerted him last night. He put us both on leave so I can stay with Hank while he recovers. Nines has also offered to help cover our cases.” I nodded.

“I'll be there for him too, you don’t have to do this alone. My class is only two days a week and I can do my research from home.”

“I appreciate that, (Y/n).” Connor gently reached over and held my hand, I gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand, hoping to show him that he’s truly not alone in this.

We both sat in silence waiting for the nurse to come get us. After what felt like 10 hours she finally came over and led us to his room.

It was weird seeing dad in a hospital bed. It reminded me of my mom. When she was sick I got so desensitized to hospitals. We were in and out so often that it almost became a second home, a lot of the nurses even knew my name and kept up with my life. However, being here now makes it feel like the first time all over again. I hadn’t realized I had still been holding Connor’s hand until he gave me a light squeeze. Dad looked to be waking up.

“Hey Dad,” I said softly, letting go of Connor’s hand to sit in one of the chairs near him. I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Hey kids,” Dad said hoarsely. “Sorry for scaring you two.” I shook my head back and forth quickly, afraid if I tried talking I would start crying again. I looked up at Connor who took the seat across from me.

“We’re just glad you’re okay, Hank,” Connor said softly.

“Connor, I think we’re pass you calling me Hank.”

“We’re just glad you’re okay...dad.” The three of us smiled and my dad gave a light chuckle.

I’ve been staying at the house for about two weeks now. I had only seen Gavin briefly on Tuesdays and Thursdays when he would stop by my office on his lunch break to check in on me. I can tell that everyone around me was walking on eggshells, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I felt as if I was coasting and I couldn’t seem to break out. Gavin was being extremely understanding of this whole situation. He’d even sent flowers to my office and some flowers to my dad. He also sent a bottle of whiskey that Connor immediately confiscated.

Connor ended up giving up his “room” so I could sleep there while I was helping him with dad. I tried to talk him out of it, but all he really used it for was to store clothes since he didn’t need sleep. He didn’t mind going into stasis on the couch. Connor seemed grateful that I stayed around to relieve some of the burden, besides it was nice being able to spend time with just Connor. I also think dad appreciated me being here to stop Connor from going crazy about his health and what he was eating. I did agree to an extent, but blanched chicken breast with no seasoning, not even a little bit of salt, is crazy.

Connor and I were sitting on the couch watching some forensics show, that Connor enjoyed picking apart, while dad was resting in the other room. He seemed to be doing a lot better, but I couldn’t bring myself to go back to my apartment except to get clean clothes.

do u wanna come over tonight? connor can handle taking care of ur dad for one night

I don’t know, I have a phone interview tomorrow for my research.

tomorrows saturday

I know, but I’m interviewing Chris and that’s his day off.

u can do a phone interview from my house tho

i know u dont want to leave him yet but its one night and u need a break

ask connor he agrees with me

I bit my lip and looked up at Connor. His brows were furrowed as he rolled his eyes at something the “detective” said on tv. I kicked him softly with my foot to get his attention.

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked tentatively. Connor gave me a gentle look and a small smile. He turned towards me and folded his hands in his lap.

“I think a break is healthy, (Y/n). You only leave the house to go to your class and office hours. I can handle things here. Plus I’m sure you miss Gavin and he misses you.” He said softly. I groaned.

“I don’t like you and Gavin planning things behind my back.” He smiled.

“It’s for your own good. Just go out for one night and come back tomorrow, even if you two decide to just hang out at Gavin’s home. You need to take a break.”

“Just one night,” I whispered looking at my phone.

Pick me up in 30 minutes?

got it pipsqueak. nines is coming over too, something about not wanting to stay at the precinct all night again. is that ok?

Of course!

Some part of me did agree with Connor and Gavin. I was antsy in the house, but I was still worried about not being there when I’m needed. What if something else happened to dad while I was gone? What if Connor needed help and I wasn’t able to get back in time?

“You’re biting your thumb, (Y/n).” Connor’s voice broke through my thoughts and I moved my hand away from my mouth. Connor had begun calling me out whenever I was becoming overly anxious, which was both sweet and annoying.

“Sorry, nerves.” I gave him a wobbly smile.

“He will be fine. I know you’re worried, but I promise I will contact you the moment I fear something may be wrong. He’s been doing really well, it won’t be long until he’s cleared to return to work for desk duty.” Connor put his hand on my shoulder and I nodded.

“I know you’re right. It’s just hard sometimes to turn off that part of my brain.” I gave a nervous chuckle and he nodded his head.

“You should pack a bag, I’m assuming Gavin will be here soon?” I laughed.

“Wow, you sure are in a rush to get rid of me!” Connor rolled his eyes and shook his head. I stood up and stretched.

“Self-care is important, (Y/n).” I waved him off as I headed towards Connor’s room. Grabbing my backpack I filled it with some clothes, a laptop, and my phone charger. I sat down on the bed and fiddled with my bag. The room was just as bare as last time. Once dad was better I wanted to take Connor shopping so he could make the room more his. It would be interesting to see what he would pick out.

Snapping out of my thoughts I put on my backpack and walked back to where Connor was watching tv. I knelt down and started petting Sumo. He was lazing on top of Connor’s feet. I looked up at Connor, he was still entranced by the tv.

“Hey, Con?” I heard him hum. “Once things calm down do you want to go shopping for some decorations for your room? To make it more...you.” He glanced down at me with a small smile.

“I think that could be fun.” I smiled back at him. Things between us felt so natural as a brother and sister duo. Sometimes it felt like we grew up together, I guess for Connor’s case that wasn’t too far apart since he’s only been around for about a year.

“What kind of things do you like? Like what would you want in your room?” His brows furrowed for a moment, but it quickly turned into a smile.

“I would like a lava lamp.” I laughed abruptly, causing Sumo to jump a bit.

“A lava lamp? Connor why?” I said in between laughs, where had he even seen a lava lamp? His face flushed a light blue.

“They look cool. One of the characters in this show has one.” He responded sheepishly. I shook my head and let out another laugh.

“You are the biggest dork I’ve ever met.”

“You’re the one showing her students old movies because she thinks they’re underappreciated.” He teased back.

“Wow, look at you! You’re learning how not to be so uptight all the time.” He frowned.

“I’m better than Nines!” Connor crossed his arms across his chest and huffed in defiance.

“Well, you have had more time as a deviant than him. I’m sure he’ll pass you at some point.” Before Connor could respond my phone went off. “Ah, Gavin’s here. Are you sure you’ll be okay for the night? It’s not too late for me to cancel.” Connor’s expressions soften.

“Everything will be fine. I promise” I nodded and got up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, text me updates?” I nervously fidgeted with the front door handle.

“Of course, (Y/n).” He gave me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath and walked to Gavin’s car. Nines was already moving to the backseat, I briefly wondered if he had decided to do that on his own or if Gavin had asked him. Gavin smiled and waved at me. It really had been a while since we’ve relaxed together. I smiled back and got into the car.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” Gavin greeted me, leaning over to give me a kiss on the check.

“Hi Gavin, hi Nines.”

“Hello (Y/n). Thank you for letting me spend some time with you two. I appreciate the break from the precinct.” I nodded, as Gavin started driving.

“Do you always stay at the precinct?” I asked, turning around to look at him. He was sitting up straight with his hands in his lap. As always he looked overly formal.

“Yes, there has been an android apartment complex go up and I have been thinking about getting an apartment there, but as of right now I am perfectly content at the precinct.”

“Except tonight.” I teased, for a brief second his LED flashed yellow and then back to a calm blue.

“If I’m honest I also wanted to check up on you and make sure you’ve been taking care of yourself.” I groaned and closed my eyes.

“Great now I have two overbearing androids worrying about me.” Gavin let out a small chuckle.

“Would you really want it any other way?” Gavin asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, I wouldn’t,” I responded softly.

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit become human #dbh #rk800connor #Connor dbh #hank anderson #x reader

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im-tops-bottom · 5 years

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Can I get a Gallangdon fic filled with love and angst please?

Okay so I had this sitting on my phone since yesterday but I was too lazy to post it so copy and paste is going to be my friend for this ask....

'I wouldn't fuck you even if you were the last man on Earth and you almost are'

Gal has that one sentence playing in his head throughout the night as he lays awake in bed. He huffs as he turns on his side

"I'll show you you jerk"

In the morning as everyone wakes up and gets ready for breakfast, Gal completely ignores Michael and his smirks heading straight for Coco to go and bitch to her about what happened when he was going through interrogation.

"okay don't look but Langdon is totally surprised"

Gal just shrugs it off as he continues eating. At first he thought that not giving a fuck was due to him being hungry and the Cooperative being kind and supplying proper food but then he remembered that if Michael wanted to act like a jerk then he can too.

"good. He deserves it"

"you two have a fight or something?"

"no Mallory. I'm just so done with men at the moment. Now that doesn't mean I'm going bi or straight. It just means that I'm taking a long break."

"well good for you Gal. "

Gal feels good right up until he hears the familiar steps of the last person he wants to be around right now.

"Mr Gallant I believe we haven't finished our interview"

"yes we have. Im counting the interrogation room apart of it therefore we have finished"

"wait n-"

Gal stands up

"now if you'll excuse me, I need to speak to Me Venable about something. See you ladies"

Both Mallory and Coco wave goodbye before going into conversation about something completely missing Michael's confused face.

The moment Michael is out of view Gal heads over to Andre and Stu

"I need a good dicking boys. Who's up for it?"

The couple raise their brows at Gals request.

30 minutes later Gal is on Andres lap as both men are moving in synch as they fuck Gal at the same time. All 3 of them are so into it that they don't see a figure glaring at them by the door. Afterwards Gal thanks the men before returning to his room to get some sleep.

Gal is woken up later on by Coco who rushes him out the door because Ms Venable has announcement. Gal still ignores Michael as he sits down next Mallory followed by Coco.

Venable talks about new things the Cooperative are sending their way while Michael goes through the interviews and preparing for the move to the safe Haven.

"this also includes bath tubs that were delivered early hours of this morning. They have supplied 4 tubs and we have opened up to extra rooms. 2 bath tubs in each room. One for the women and the other for the men. They have also supplied us with more food for the week and tonight's menu will be roast pork with veges. While that is being prepared today's lunch will be the cubes and I don't want anyone to complain otherwise the roast will be cancelled"

Venable goes on for a bit longer before she gets word the tubs are set up and dismisses everyone saying she is going to use the tub first and would like privacy in the women's bathroom with the exception of Ms Mead.

Gal decides to hang with the girls while the guys fight over who gets to use the tubs first, well with the exception of Michael who retreated to his room saying he had stuff to attend to.

Gal giggles as he watches the men leaving.

"seriously there's 3 of them, 2 tubs and let's mention 2 of them are a couple so they can share"

"so where were you today when you left? I saw Ms Venable and she said you hadn't spoken with her"

"oh that was just to get away from the jerk. No I was doing something far better than talking with the no longer kill joy"

They sat there talking right up until lunch. After lunch the girls went to go and fight over the bath tub while Gal went to the men's room. He was laughing when he heard that his joke came true so it meant he would have the room to himself.

He walks in closing the door before stripping down and getting the bath ready. When the tub is filled a descent amount he bends over to turn the taps off before letting out yelp at a voice behind him.

"it makes you wonder doesn't it? How did this place get clean water during an apocalypse?"

After Gal calms down he actually ponders on the questions as he stands up straight. 'that is true but then again nothing happened to the boys or Ms venable so it can't be that bad'

His thoughts go on a momentary pause as he is reminded by a cold breeze that he is standing in the middle of a candle lit room naked with the last person he wants to see right now.

"how long have you been standing there?"

"long enough to know to that you didn't realize it actually wasn't you who closed the door upon entering"

"you could have said something"

"and where would the fun in that be?"

"you are a jerk"

"so you keep saying"

"it's great to always get reminders od something important"

After a moment of silence Gal huffs

"so you plan on making yourself a bath or stand there and watch me?"

Gal goes from annoyed to shocked as he watches Michael strip down and then goes right back to being annoyed as Michael hops in the bath and he was going to use.

"come here Mr Gallant"

"or even better how about you hop out and make your own"

"oh come on. I don't bite"

"fine. Then I'll make my own"

Gal turns to head towards the other tub when out of a blink of an eye a hand reaches out for him and drags him into the tub. He feels his face heating up and thinks he's blushing as he finds his naked self sitting on the lap of an equally naked man.

"what the hell Langdon?"

"there's enough space for the both of us. Infact there is enough to fit a 3rd person"

"doesn't mean we need to do it. I could have made another one"

"it's not that bad princess"

Gal's breath hitches as he feels arms wrap around him and a hot breath close to his ear.

"you've been ignoring me and leaving when I enter a room all day. What's your problem?"

"you are my problem"

After a couple of seconds Gal hears a laugh

"is this about yesterday? You really are pathetic aren't you"

"says the man who has probably been trying to talk to me non stop today and had to result in dragging him into a bath tub with him just to have a conversation"

"watch your mouth pretty boy. I can break your neck with just a snap of a finger"

"good for you. I'm leaving"

Gal tries to get up but the arms around him hold him down.

"let me go"

"no"

"I swear to God"

"would you?"

"that's it"

In a blind side of anger Gal turns around on Michael's lap and growls. Michael looks surprised for a moment before a smirk replaces his shocked features.

"there's the real Gal"

"I'll show you the real Gal"

Gal slaps Michael hard enough that Michael let's go long enough for Gal to make his escape.

"that wasn't the real Gal. I don't hit people but this is"

Gal heads towards the door and ignores Michael's "so you are just going to walk away like the scared little bitch you are" making a beeline towards Andres room slamming the door open and jumping on the bed. A second later he feels Andre and Stu lay on either side of him so he turns to lay on his back.

"men suck"

"yeah we do honey but that doesn't stop anyone from falling in love with us"

"is this about Michael?"

"how do you know?"

"Coco told us"

"of course"

"did you want some comfort sex?"

"no cuddles would be nice though"

Gal falls asleep once he calms down and misses the worried looks the other two give him. He also misses w figure standing by the door once again glaring.

Lord knows what time it is when Gal wakes up and finds himself not only not in Andres room but also not in his room either. He sits up and looks around and finds that he is in Coco's room and gets up to search for her. He finds her and Mallory by the doorway.

"hey what's happening?"

"shhhh"

"what's wrong?" He whispers

"word got to Ms Venable that the boys have been breaking the rules. Dinah managed so save her son but neither of them were able to save Stu. They just dragged him outside and returned with the suits covered in blood. Andre isn't happy right now"

"how did I end up in your room?"

"Ms Venable checked your room and saw you weren't there and someone spreaded a rumour saying you with the boys doing bad stuff. Stu and Andre brought you hear and I told ma Venable that you with me and Mallory chilling before bed"

Gal left the room to comfort and thank Andre. Afterwards he went to his room and went back to sleep.

The next day he was awoken by Coco saying that the young couple got caught and are in interrogation at the moment but looks like they won't be surviving this one.

Gal decided that he was just going to stay in his room and if anyone asks, he wasn't feeling well or hungry.

The next day Gal woke up and came out for meal times. He would talk to anyone who wasn't Michael. Yup still ignoring him.

3 days of doing the same thing and with his nan being the next one to go Gal retreated back to his room and not wanting to leave. Fuck breakfast and fuck seeing the next person to get the chop.

Day by day Gal didn't eat, bathe, drink or answer the door. Ms Venable tried getting someone to break the door down but all they got was cold silence. They tried leaving food behind but found it to still be in the same place the next time they checked on him.

Gal found something slowly change in him the moment nightmares started up and each night it got worse so he ditched sleeping.

A person can only survive for so long without food, water ad sleep and Gal was finding he was slowly reaching that point. So had another person.

"here drink this"

Gal tried to ignore it but a strong hand grabbed his chin and held him in place.

"I said drink"

Gal whimpers before drinking the fruity drink that was bring offered.

"slowly"

He did as the voice said and slowed down. After he was done the cup was removed and in place a pleasant smell takes over.

"open"

His mouth opens on its own accord and he finds food entering his mouth. Throughout the eating he had to be told to either chew or slow down. Afterwards he slowly opens his eyes and stares at the person before him.

"why are you helping me?"

"there are way too many reasons right now on the whys. What's more important is that we talk about you?"

"you a therapist now?"

"no but I'm a great listener and good at being real honest and blunt"

"i ain't talking"

"it's okay. I got forever"

"good"

Gal turns his back on the man.

"no you aren't hiding. Not anymore"

Gal growls as he feels a hand turn him back over.

"leave me alone"

"no"

"I said"

Gal with all his anger fueled strength gets the man on the bed and sits on his lap still growling.

"leave me alone Langdon"

"And I said"

Michael flips them over so he's on top

"no. Now start talking"

In rebellion Gal leans up and kisses Michael who surprisingly kisses back. It doesn't take long for things to get heated and soon clothes are off and Michael is slowly pressing into Gal as they pant.

Michael starts moving slowly as they start kissing again. Slowly and gently. It is so gentle that Michael has to calm the crying Gal down. He kisses the tears away as he rocks back and forth.

It doesn't take all that long before they're climaxing and lay there with Michael still nestled inside. They fall asleep like that.

Gal wakes a while later and finds Michael had slipped out and is asleep next to him. He slowly gets up and quietly heads out to have a bath.

As Gal makes his way back to the room he feels a headache come along and almost falls over. He feels arms wrap around him and looks up to find it's a worried Michael who helps him back to bed. He watches as the man leaves and comes back with more food and water. He is so confused with the turn of events that once Michael says later on "talk" he starts being honest and talks about everything that has happened from the moment he first started ignoring Michael upto now. He also says he has a lot of questions and Michael let's him ask away.

.....

Okay so this is an unfinished idea so if anyone wants to take it and run then feel free. Just let me know in dm or tag me. I would love to read it

#galangdon #gallangdon #mr gallant x Michael Langdon #i love these two

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oh-theatre · 5 years

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Sycamore High: Mix and Match (Chapter 23)

A/N: I feel so bad for people who dont know something rotten they must feel so confused...im SORRY. Also yes I did write the entirety of lyrics from memory

summary: First rehearsal for Something Rotten!

words: 2,502

warnings: Swearing, funeral mention, lyrics, implied harassment (at the end, will find out more next chap)

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“Welcome to the first official rehearsal for ‘Something Rotten’!” Chad announces to a loud cheer from the cast. Save except for a very quiet Ted sitting in the front row and a sad distant Tommy shoved in another row. Chad notices and feels a tug at his own heart, he shakes his head continuing. “I'd like to get started by doing a read through, so if everyone could gather on the stage” The crowd follows creating a circle on the stage, each student with a script in their hands. Chad counts before realizing something. “Ok, so we are going to have to sing acapella, because I may have forgotten to call in the pianist” He chuckles awkwardly, Bill ponders before raising his hand. Chad points at him prompting him to talk.

“I can play the piano,” He says, a tug pulls at Ted and Paul as they share a look. It's true, though not his main hobby, his mother did teach him. He stands and goes to the piano opening the sheet music and tickling the keys, something dances through him as it comes playing back to him. He nods at Chad, who smiles back.

“Alright! Let's begin!” Chad spins pointing to Caleb, another cast member who smiles excitedly “Take it away minstrel, Bill” Bill nods, turning to Caleb who studies his music quickly before giving a thumbs up. Chad starts swinging his fingers Bill begins playing the opening song.

“War of the roses, Chaucer's tale. The brutal feudal system. Holy crusade, Bubonic plague. Can't say that we've really missed 'em. So dark and barbaric, So dull and mundane. That was so Middle Ages. That was so - Charlemagne” The group giggle excitedly as Caleb continues, Bill continues, hitting the note. The cast looks around excitedly as Caleb continues, everything washes away. “Welcome to the Renaissance. With poets, painters, and bon vivants and merry minstrels. Who stroll the streets of London a strummin' they lutes”

“In puffy pants and pointy leather boots!” The male ensemble continues, Chad smiles. It sounds great.

~~~

“Hit it, Bill!” Chad exclaims, and so Bill does hitting the keys ecstatically but carefully. Ted turns to Paul revving up.

“Ohhhhh God I hate Shakespeare!” The crowd cheers. Paul clutches his pearls offended. “That's right I said it”

“No!” The ensemble cries, Ted feels his heart flutter. Everything seems ok as the music plays and the bubbling energy bounces around the room. Everyones buzzing with excitement, happy to be here.

“I do, I hate Shakespeare” He makes sure to sing that line at Sam who couldn't care less.

~~~

“I am stronger than you think, Don't be thinking I ain't tough I am where you oughta go. When the going's getting rough. So when things are going badly-” Charlotte belts happily, lovingly staring at Ted.

“But they're not” Ted insists, Charlotte bites down a giggle.

“They kinda are” Paul points out. Bill continues happily watching his friends.

“No, things are fine” Ted turns to Paul, who raises his eyebrows innocently.

“But if they weren't” Charlotte tries again, Ted and Paul smile widely.

“But it's ok”

“Love?”

“What?” Something catches Ted off guard at the name, he glances to Tommy feeling his face fall.

“Oh!”

“What?” He watches as Tommy bounces happily, watching the trio back and forth. His heart pounds in his ears he can't hear the music anymore.

“Quit trying to protect me” Charlotte's voice seeps through grounding Ted once more, he shakes his head delivering his line.

“Can we change the subject, please?” He didn't mean to beg so desperately, hopefully, they would just think he was getting into it.

“Not until I know that-”

~~~

“What the hell are musicals?” Ted asks feeling his voice get caught, Tommy can't meet his eyes and seems focused on his sheet music.

“It appears to be a play where the dialogue stops and the plot is conveyed through the song” Tommy says, his voice sweet with a hint of insane. Ted chuckles to himself, he's been practicing.

“Through song?”

“Yes” The group laughs and Ted does too, he's doing exceptionally well.

“Wait, wait, wait, so an actor is saying his lines and then out of nowhere he just starts singing?” Ted recites, he likes this monologue.

“Yes,” Tommy repeats, his grin his wider now. It feels like it's just the two, practicing as if no one was there. Ted looks to Bill nodding, he turns and prepares.

“Well that is the-” He starts singing “Stupidest thing that I have ever heard You're doing a play, got something to say so you sing it? It's absurd! Who on Earth is going to sit there while an actor breaks into song? What possible thought could the audience think other than "this is horribly wrong?" Bill hangs on the note as Tommy smiles wide.

“Remarkably?” He asks “They won't think that!” Ted can practically feel the room buzzing with excitement.

“Seriously, why not?” Ted asks back, Tommy can't hold it in, he flashes his most insane smile.

“Because…” He looks to Bill, they smile at each other “It's. A. Musical! A musical!” Everyone lets out small cheers as the song begins. “And nothings as amazing as a musical” Well, I can think of one or two things that are, Ted thinks as he watches Tommy enchant the entire class. Tommy continues with Ted and for a moment it's as if nothing is wrong.

~~~

“Paul and Emma, ready?” Chad asks, Bill flips to the song nodding at the group. Paul takes a deep breath as Emma just giggles smiling at him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” She announces, Chad points at Bill who begins playing softly. “I love Sidney and Marlowe and often I borrow their words to express how I feel. I love poems of mystery, fantasy, history, Oh, what seductive appeal. At night, alone in my bedroom satisfying my needs. The candlelight fire ignites my desire...to read” Emma sings sending thrilling chills down Pauls back, he might miss his cue from listening to her enchanting voice. It's suddenly his turn after he misses three verses tuning out the actual words.

“It's the end-all, the be-all, oh, you oughta see all the books that I have on my shelf” He sings softly, a little nervous. Ted and Bill nod encouragingly.

“Me too!” She exclaims “I find pleasure perusing those writings and musings, so often I pleasure myself” She pauses giving off an awkward smile, the crowd laughs “Wait, that didn't sound right”

“No, I know what you mean” Paul goes again, a little more confident “When I'm deep in the throes of impassionate prose I could scream”

“You scream?”

“Yeah!”

“So do I!!” And so she did scream, much to everyone's delight

~~~

“Sam, boys, you ready,” Chad asks excitedly going through his notes. Sam practically bounces a childlike grin wide across his face. Charlotte giggles and Emma can't help but smile, he looks genuinely excited. “Go Bill!” And he does almost less excited. Sam stands, followed by his 4 boys already.

“My days are so busy, it's making me dizzy, there's so much I gotta do. There are lunches and meetings and poetry readings and endless interviews. Gotta pose for a portrait and how I deplore sittin' there for eternity. Then it's off to the inn where my innkeeper friend wants to name a drink after me! Then it's back to my room, where I resume my attempt to write a hit. Just me and my beer and the terrible fear that I might be losing it” He sings drunkenly, the groups nod along enjoying this. He's got the voice down. The boys jump around him singing their lines. “And it's hard”

“It's hard” They point at Sam playing around, it's a whole routine.

“It's hard”

“It's hard” They go again, struggling to keep a straight face. The whole song is pure fun.

“It's really, really hard, so very, very hard” They sing in unison

~~~

“Welcome to America!”

“Land of opportunity!” Ted finishes strong smiling. The room erupts into cheers with everyone hugging everyone, at one point Ted feels himself wraps his arms around Tommy pulling away quickly. They stare awkwardly giving each other sweet longing smiles before each is pulled off into a respective group. Bill stands to join his friends congratulating them. They pull him into a hug. “Bill! You were amazing! Seriously, singing and piano wise!”

“Oh! Well, thank you” He nods blushing slightly. Chad comes over clapping him on the back. Bill lurches forward making an ‘umph’ sound.

“Bill that was wonderful!” He compliments “You are truly gifted” Now Bill is blushing harder than ever. Ted smiles, pride is not the words he's looking for. Bill leans in a little to Ted who laughs wrapping an arm around his small friend, understanding what he needs. He continues the conversation politely before leading Bill away from the crowd and setting up right outside the doors. “Thank you” Bill mumbles as they sit down on the cool floor, a change from the sauna that is the auditorium. They lean against the wall, Bill collapses onto Ted's shoulder, his eyes heavy.

“Of course,” Ted says nudging his friend, Bill yawns flexing his hands. They're cramping after such a massive play, he feels the ivories phantom and urges to keep playing. “You really did do amazing Bill” Ted compliments playing with his fingers, Bill chuckles nodding. A comfortable silence falls between them, Bill can't seem to relax his hands so Ted takes them applying soft pressure. It feels nice, Bill sighs relieved. He looks up a bit to Ted seeing him stare far off as if playing with Bills fingers is the only thing keeping him from drifting off, becoming particles of sand left in the wind for all of eternity.

“Would you like to discuss it?” Bill inquires softly, Ted's eyes merely gaze over to him. “You and Tommy, I mean” He clarifies, wanting to be there for his friend as he had so desperately failed in the past few months.

“Hmm?” Ted hums, he shakes his head a sad smirk appearing on his face “Not unless you want to talk about whatever's going on with you” Ted says, he's sure the subject will be dropped, that he has ‘won’, perse.

“Ok,” Bill says sitting up, Ted's face falls and so do his hands, losing contact with Bills. He giggles softly before continuing “I dont know whats going, or what was going on with me. I treated you unfairly and was somebody that I was not. I let my emotions get the best of me, the fight with Billy…” He eyes Ted, his tone becoming softer “And at the funeral” He barely whispers. Ted nods processing the words his small friend speaks.

“I miss my mom, and my dad...apparently kill-” He chokes suddenly, Bill squeezes his hand, no pressure...take your time. “And I made a mistake, I took it out on Tommy,” He sighs rubbing the bridge of his nose “But he doesn't deserve me! He deserves someone better, someone whos not…” He grunts pressing his lips together tightly, irritated “Me...someone whos not me” Ted finishes, Bill takes a deep breath.

“You're right,” Bill says, Ted's eyes go wide, oh? “He doesn't deserve you, in my opinion, nobody does Ted. Nobody is good enough for you” He says, Ted feels his heart pull “I've always thought that you're my best friend how could I not?” Ted chuckles lightly “But I have never seen you happier than when you're with Tommy, every word, every movement, every smile...I see how it affects you” Bill remarks, Ted struggles against tears. “You love him, and mind you, he loves you too” Ted nods, that he knows, I do love him. “I will always think that no one is good enough for you but Tommy? He comes pretty damn close” Bill finishes, Ted raises his brows lovingly.

“Bill Dorris, did you just swear?” Ted asks teasing his friend. Bill turns to him, dead serious.

“Yes I did, and no one will ever believe you” They erupt into tired laughter and sit until the night comes to a close. The professors come to collect Ted, and Bill gets a ride with Paul. But something changed that lively night, another part of the puzzle was found and it fits perfectly. However, another part of the puzzle was lost that night, a part no one thought could be lost, a fury of love and sunshine...finally dimmed out.

~~~

Something had died that night, and it had died alone. Tommy watches as Ted led Bill out of the theatre, smiling at the pair happy to see things falling back into place. He waved at Ted who only caught a glance but smiled at him. He sighs happily turning towards another group, he starts a polite conversation with them but feels something boiling in the back of his brain, an itching. He glances around seeing Billy leaning against one of the sides watching him intently. He shivers trying to shake off the pit now consuming him.

“Bye Tommy,” Charlotte says hugging her friend, he hugs back eyes wandering towards Billy, he holds on a little tighter wanting her to stay. But she does and soon so does everyone, until its just Tommy, Chad, Billy and his friends. Chad and Tommy carry on a conversation that leaves Tommy feeling pleasant, it comes to a slow however much to Tommy’s disappointment.

“Oh wow” Chad says looking at his watch he perks back up to Tommy “I gotta get home, um...have you by any chance seen Ted?” He asks, Tommy ponders for a moment recollecting the events that had transpired.

“He went out towards the foyer with Bill” Tommy smiles, as the professor nods. He thanks him quickly, giving him a rushed farewell until suddenly once more Tommy stands alone on the stage with Billy watching him. He moves to the piano feeling himself wince at every step. He reaches for his phone checking for an update from his mom or anything really...from Ted.

“Hey” A slimy voice whispers abruptly, a painful shiver runs down Tommy's spine as he recoils jumping. Billy smirks at him, play the part, Billy. Tommy feels his lip quiver, he feels his phone buzz and reaches for it once more. An instant wave of relief hits him seeing a familiar, not yet changed name pop up.

Dearest

Ted: Hey… I just wanted to make sure that you were really alright

As much as Tommy wishes to reassure him, to continue to another subject he can't. He wastes no time sending an urgent text, something he knows he’ll understand. How could he not? It was pretty clear.

Tommy: Still at school, alone with Billy, please help.

“Oh no need for that” Billy's voice intrudes his mind once more, he watches as the disgusting teen grabs the phone from Tommy's hands throwing it on the floor. Tommy winces instinctively as the shatter hits the ground...and the pieces all fall apart.

#sycamore high #tgwdlmhs #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #musical theatre #theatre #musicals #starkid #joey richter #lauren lopez #robert manion #jeff blim #corey dorris #jaime lyn beatty #jon matteson #ao3 #writing #my writing #archive of our own

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lunawings · 5 years

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King of Prism SSS Episode 9 commentary (Alexander)

FINALLY!!!!! Finally I can talk about a few big things from this series I have been dying to talk about....

...............What did I sign myself up for.

A quick rundown of what it says here: More and more people are becoming interested in the street-style and choosing to be street-style stars since the Prism King Cup. In the graph, the gold portion is academy-style and the silver is street-style, before -> after the Prism King Cup. Below it points out that Kazuki and Hiro’s “sparking” scores from the Prism King Cup (the Prism Watch data) were equal and suggests Schwartz Rose needs to step up their game in the street category.

Every time I laugh at this.

Every time I feel kinda bad afterwards.

But

So Ace was entered as an official participant. It says “reserve”, but still. I guess that may have helped to make Joji’s score possible and not break the system.

(In between writing my episode 5 commentary post and now, I got to read the interview with the director in spoon2Di where he confirmed that Joji’s high score was only because Ace joined in what was supposed to be a solo show.)

Flashy, huh. We’re going with flashy this time for “charachara”.... Okay. (Better than gaudy I guess.)

I love this so much. Kakeru coming outside just to watch Taiga exercise and get all sweaty and all that. I wonder how long he stood there. Or rather I wonder how long he watched with binoculars after heading back inside.

I’m such a dumbass. After episode 3 aired someone pointed out that this is Taiga’s mom vs. Alec’s mom, and my excuse for not noticing then was that it’s in the background and such. (Can’t pause the movie in the theater and didn’t think to check it afterwards.) But here the camera actually pans over them slowly, so yeah I have no excuse.

But regardless. Amazing!!

Another thing I didn’t catch in the theater. But I have never had a reason to know the Japanese word for asthma before. I’m glad that gave him an actual reason for being sickly instead of just.... sickly child syndrome.

As long as you’re happy, Victoria.

But really though, their relationship is pretty damn interesting.

I wonder if she knows he borrowed her clothes.

No I don’t know why these grown-ass men have nothing better to do than pick on an actual seven year old child...............

So uh. This line confused me for the longest time. The way he says it, I really thought he was giving “Daikokuno” as another last name and I thought it was some kind of DJ KOO reference I didn’t get or something.

But thanks to Crunchyroll I finally realized.... ITS A PLACE. He’s just saying where he’s from, and that’s how Alexander is able to find him. GOOD LORD IM SUCH A DUMBASS.......... Another point for Crunchyroll.

HE BIKED ALL THE WAY FROM YOKOSUKA TO YOKOHAMA

Okay so now that I have the luxury to pause this, as soon as I did I opened up Google Maps in another window, zoomed in and....

WELL THEN

At least I finally know where it is

BUT DAAAAAMN

Fuck asthma am I right

It wouldn’t give me the cycling time, but yeah, you can imagine.

They only have this one image of Rei doing a jump and gosh darn they are gonna use it to the fullest.

So during this scene and the next people cheer for Rei in the theater, but nobody really knows what color he is. There was a whole lot of variation at the beginning before people (in Nagoya at least) finally settled on red. (For the flames maybe? I don’t know if it’s official.....)

Alexander actually had a flashback to this moment on Prism Rush during the Road to SSS 9 event. I reblogged it recently on my @prism-rush blog trying to disguise it as part of my Alexander birthday spam. (It wasn’t.)

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH BOY

So if you have no idea where the heck this egg came from and what it is..... Rainbow Live.

But anyway.

I can finally FINALLY talk about this!!! Even though I knew it would probably be all over Twitter, I really wanted to protect this spoiler on Tumblr if I could. It was such a big deal to me when I saw it in the theater and I really wanted you guys to have the opportunity to be as blown away as I was. I could not possibly think of anything to say about it that wouldn’t be a hint, so all I could say all this time was just that Alexander’s episode has “a surprise” in it.... SURPRISE!!!

But yeah, when I saw this for the first time I thought it just came out of NOWHERE. Total shock! I thought this was not predictable at all!

But then it hit me. All of a sudden I remembered something. Something important.

Again, in Road to SSS event 9....

So, for folks who follow my @prism-rush blog, remember that one Alexander PR where he was looking into a box? And nobody knew what was in the box? But there was something weird following him? I even mentioned it and my confusion over it in my summary of that event. WELL GUESS WHAT.

We finally know what was in the box don’t we.

I asked a friend to see the card story to fill in the blanks and see if there were any obvious hints to what was going on at the time, and it’s just mentioned as a strange animal he picked up. Alexander struggles with what to do and not really wanting to take care of it, but then he asks himself what Rei would do..... (Whether he could see Momo at that time, I do not know ahah....)

So in the beginning after seeing Part 1 in theaters I said on Tumblr that the Road to SSS events from Prism Rush didn’t have much to do with the SSS anime, and most of them didn’t and still don’t. All of course except for Road to SSS 9, just that one, which ended up being way more important than I would have ever imagined. And this isn’t even the only reason either, there is also--

SO UH anyway Road to SSS 9 took place in June, so this flashback is taking place in June DURING Road to SSS 9. A very roundabout way to dating the episode, but really cool. I like how Road to SSS was significant after all.

And another surprise for me. In the theatrical version he’s not glowing here. They wanted to emphasize that he’s powering up I suppose eheh. I was really freaking out about this in the stream chat. SO COOL.

To the right of his little dragon house you’ll see some “dorayaki” because.....

Although they never actually mention it in the anime, his name is Dorachi. (Confirmed on Twitter.)

(Note: Dorayaki is also the favorite food of classic Japanese character Doraemon.)

Even though Dorachi doesn’t talk in this episode, in the theatrical special video for Alexander he talks A LOT. An UNFAIR amount. So much I do not remember most of what he said since I only saw it once and it went by so fast.

But his real name is very long (like the manager names from PriPara) and he talks about spreading the prism sparkle. I’m sorry, that’s honestly all I remember right now.

Will he show up again in the main anime before the end?

(Okay yes.)

And at least they gave you guys was a bit of original(??) art of him in the new ending.

WHATEVER THEY MAKE OF THIS CHARACTER I WILL BUY IT

Okay moving on.......

Urrgh..... okay so.............. When I first was watching this with you guys in the stream I was like UGH because I don’t think “flashy” fits here at all. I really wished they had stuck with “playboy” since it would work better with this scene.

But then when I watched it again, I realized they already used “flashy” once in this episode to describe Kazuki’s sweater, and it did kinda work there.

If we go back to my episode 3 commentary, my main complaint with Crunchyroll’s translation of “charachara” was actually less about the words they used, and more about how it just wasn’t consistent.

This episode..... is consistent.

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Another point for Crunchyroll.

I officially cannot complain about the subs in this episode.

Another little thing in SSS I have spent way too much time thinking over is how Joji got here.

In every episode up until now, it’s always been Louis seen walking beside Jin like his pet. But in this episode. JUST THIS EPISODE.... it’s Joji instead.

I think the reason is because Louis is performing next, so he has to rest (since he’s not exactly in the condition he once was.....) So Joji scooped up the opportunity.

Whatever the reason, I find it really interesting.

HERE IT IS

My all time favorite Alexander face

In a weird way I actually think he’s cuter here than in the Prism King Cup

This song.... was not quite what I was expecting for Alec, but I love it. No part of me anticipated he’d just launch into a ballad but WOW. I just love how they picked something that really shows off his beautiful voice like this. Alexander is in my top three singing voices in King of Prism (1: Hiro, 2: Taiga, 3: Alexander) so I loved hearing him belting this out.

Now time for my like.... 4th(?) embarrassing confession in this post.... I had no idea this song was a cover until like AN HOUR before this episode aired. You guys were playing TRF songs in the stream, the original came on, and while y’all were like “what should we watch next” I was sitting there like “!!!!!!!!FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF”

Well, it’s a new song to me. And I think it’s perfect for him.

Poor Joji and his inconveniently timed fruit.

He finally gets to spend time with Jin, and he just can’t get a break.

I love the generation gap here. Kazuki’s existence has been so big to Taiga he can only think of Kazuki. But Kazuki and Hijiri are able notice the subtle differences that make this an OG Rei move.

I could certainly spend a whole lot of text speculating why Alexander did not change into his battle suit, but I won’t waste your time and just admit I have no idea. I’m glad he doesn’t, since it keeps the spotlight on Alexander since HE CAN’T PERFORM ONE GODDAMN SHOW WITHOUT TAIGA BARGING IN ON HIM BUT MMMRGGHGHG

TAIGA YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER

Yeah I was SO MAD about this when I first saw it at the midnight showing.

A lot of people change to green when Taiga comes out, but I do not. This is the only battle where I cheer for Alexander the whole time.

Not only was I mad at Taiga for being so dumb, but just mad at the whole concept of Taiga barging into Alexander’s one show to do basically the same jumps we saw in Pride the Hero again.....

But.....

Nowadays I forgive my idiot son. And I hope you do too.

This wasn’t the moment I forgave him. No, that’s coming later. I was mad at him for an entire month. But yeah.

He’s just so confident and everyone believes in him................................

So Alexander breaks the street-style curse and gets a damn good score. Higher than Taiga’s original score.

But just like Joji’s score was due to Ace, I can’t help but think Alexander’s score was a good deal due to Taiga.........

I had a feeling this would happen.

I knew long before Part 3.

Even back when I had only just seen Part 1.... I just knew the tables would turn in this episode.

Maybe it would be difficult to guess by watching week-to-week, but for me having Alexander’s episode as the last episode of the theatrical Part 3 just seemed like it would be WAAAAAY too much of a coincidence otherwise. So I had a strong feeling Schwarz would come out ahead at the end of this one. (I didn’t guess the reason would be because Taiga would get a penalty, but yeah.) And especially because the performances are kind of out of order to make this work? Up until now I thought all of the Schwarz Rose boys performed first, but Yu was up before Alec? And Louis is up next. Maybe it wasn’t a guaranteed thing that the Schwarz Boys always go first, but I noticed it.

So up until now score has not mattered much as Edel Rose has just sailed on though. But now it does. It matters a lot.

So this is the second surprise of this episode, and why I was saying it’s the beginning of the chain of events that lead to the end.

But about score mattering now, one of the reasons I have been questioning Taiga’s score the whole time is because I knew this was going to happen. So I just.... I just hope Taiga’s score wasn’t lower to begin with on purpose for mathematical reasons so they could get their desired progression of the overall score or something. IDK.

I don’t blame Rei for not figuring it out right away. Even though I KNOW this is Alexander, I still have trouble connecting his younger and older selves. I mean, getting muscular doesn’t make your eye shape completely change does it....?

Poor Kazuki. He doesn’t care.

So if I interpreted this episode correctly....

This was Alexander’s official transition from an antagonist to a protagonist. (Or just to a normal rival at least.)

During the first two movies and for a good long time of Prism Rush, he always played the part of the villain. But once Road to SSS started that began to change. We saw him reminiscing about Rei, making awkward conversation with Louis, struggling over forming a duo with Joji, etc. So I had a strong feeling they were taking his character in this direction, but this right here was the official turning point I believe.

No more destroying stadiums. From now on he’ll be spreading the prism sparkle with Dorachi.

And still trying to beat Kazuki but you know.

So I don’t have a source handy (if someone challenges me to find one I’ll dig it up) but I remember I read one time that Alexander was actually originally a character that was only created for the first movie. But then they realized they had to keep him on when he was just so popular.

So if you have ever supported Alexander, this episode was for you. Fans make King of Prism possible.

So.... one more thing I guess. Something I learned from the Minato episode was that even if I ignore controversy and specifically state I don’t want to talk about it, it still finds its way into my inbox anyhow. So I might as well get this over with I guess.

After Young of Prism Alexander was revealed to have light skin, someone told me a theory that mixed race children are sometimes born with lighter skin which darkens as they grow older. So up until her design was revealed, I had always imagined Alexander’s mother as a black woman.

So yeah. I don’t know the reason for his darker skin color now.

But I’d like to point out that in this episode being pale was associated with being weak and unhealthy, while darker skin was associated with being healthy and strong and just leave it at that.

And thus ends Part 3.

Next week begins.................. what I have been dreading for a long time............

So...................

So up until now I have been pretty tight-lipped about spoilers. But once episode 10 airs, the floodgates will pretty much be open. Episode 10 and episode 11 are so connected it’s really hard to talk about one without the other. I mean, once you know about episode 10, I seriously might as well. So after episode 10 airs, at the bottom of my commentary post and after a warning I plan to share some episode 11 spoilers.

Because I have been through this......

And I know how it’s gonna make you guys feel......

And since I was lucky enough to get some answers right away, I’m going to give you guys those same answers for those who want them so you don’t have to just sit on episode 10 for a week. I am not that kind of a monster. I won’t put you guys through that.

So after episode 10 ends, take a deep breath, cry it out if you need to, and get some tea.

I know how you’re gonna be feeling. I know. Don’t send me a panicked anon ask right away. Give me a little time. Hold on.

#king of prism sss #kinpri #king of prism #king of prism shiny seven stars #alexander yamato

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peacefiresky-archive · 5 years

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an interview with a dragonborn

(featuring @skyrimlesbian‘s syrabane! armel’s backstory, Straight From Her Very Talkative Mouth)

“So your name isn’t Armel?” Syrabane was seated opposite of her in the nearly-empty tavern.

“Arthmaël’s my full and legal first name,” Armel said, “It’s a traditional thing, a sort of… a compromise between my mothers. Armel is the Breton version, and Arthmaël is how it’s spelled in the Nord way.”

“I didn’t know you were half Nord!”

“I’m not - not really, at least. But when my father —” Armel paused for a moment, her head bowing slightly, “ — when my father was killed alongside the rest of the Blades, a kind Nord woman agreed to help my mother through her pregnancy. So, I was raised with Nord traditions, which is why I still honor Ysmir and Sheor, so-on-and-so-forth.”

“Do you worship Talos?”

Armel flashed a cheeky grin. “No. Not really. Hjalti Early-Beard was a damn tyrant. But the woman who raised me did, and I say I do just to piss off the Thalmor.”

“Speaking of your parents… you mentioned you grew up as an orphan in Bruma. Your father was a Blade; but what of your mother?”

“Lady Saga was a Nord noble from Skyrim and a... close friend of my mother’s after my father’s death. After the Great War, she helped raise me, even moving in with my mother and I. I was young, keep in mind - I never knew my father. He died a month or so before I was born. Lady Saga was the only second parent I knew.” A sad smile formed on Armel’s face. “She worshipped Talos. Very devout. When the Thalmor found out, though, my mother and I were condemned by association. My mother saved me by hiding me in the Chapel of Saint Martin’s undercroft. I haven’t… seen them since. But I know they didn’t…”

Syrabane nodded, pausing for a moment. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Don’t see how it’s your fault.” Armel nudged her a bit. “I think that’s why I manage to get along with Rindolin, though. We both lost our folks to the Thalmor.”

Syrabane gave a small smile. “Perhaps that’s why. After your mothers… passed, what did you do?”

“I was around eight. I spent most of my time in St. Martin’s or on the streets. That’s where I met Badbr and Xun.”

“Ah! That’s where you two know each other from!”

“Aye! We were thick as thieves, we were!” Armel leaned forward in her seat a bit, growing excited. “Badbr and I always sat and fought with sticks in the chapel, and Xun would always watch and cheer us on. I loved tellin’ ‘im stories, too, see — Sheor’s bones, I loved that kid. Scrawny little thing, you’d think he’s a green Breton. Gentle as Mara’s rain and twice as kind!

“And Badbr — oh, she was fierce, had this fire that wouldn’t go out, even in Bruma’s snow! But they decided to go north, see, find a better life in Skyrim in an Orc stronghold. I missed them when they were gone, but I was… I was glad for ‘em. ‘Course I was. They were my best friends, and I wanted them to be happy and safe. I hope he’s happy now - Xun, I mean. On the other side.”

Armel sat back, her face becoming more solemn. “I, uh, I was noticed by this man after they left. A spell-knight. Said his name was Ivan - real big Nord. Had this lovely, beautiful lass as his wife - but she could just as easily knock him and anyone to the ground like the winds of Kyne. They couldn’t have children, since they had met past the good age for child rearin’. See, I was always pretty good at magic and decent at fighting. He had the idea that he could take me in, train me as his heir. I was made into an official member of the Order of Spell-Knights.” Mel smiled a bit. “But I was prideful. Arrogant, even. Always have been. I blame it on the Dragonblood now, and with Paarthurnax and you to keep me right, I’m doin’ okay. I can manage my… my undue anger. But back then, anyone could tell I wasn’t quite… right, and no one quite knew how to calm down a Dragon.”

Armel shifted, diving back into her story, “I scared folks half to death by climbing onto the peaks of the roofs and jumping off. I had the habit of collecting books, of all things - I had tonnes of them. Most of ‘em I never even read. I was always quick to fight, and I didn’t know how to back down when I needed to. After a fellow knight - Timothe - discovered a, uh… a private matter of mine, tensions were high between us. It all exploded in a brawl after we both had a few too many drinks.” Armel reached up and tucked her hair behind her left ear. “I lost half my ear in the fight, and got this scar here,” her fingers traced the arched scar on the left side of her face, “and got expelled from the Order.”

“That’s when you decided to come into Skyrim, yes?”

“Aye. Had the fancy that I’d recover some lost artifacts of the Order and restore my status. And I did!” Armel gestured to her armor, “But, ah, not before I got roped into the whole… Alduin business.”

“You were with us when it occurred, right?”

“Mostly. I’d just killed my first Dragon when we met in Ivarstead.” Mel scrunched her nose, a bit playfully. “That’s why I was so touch-and-go back then. Balancing saving the world and mercenary work. Then you saw me absorb a Dragon’s soul, and… well, you found out, and I figured, ‘I’m gettin’ ready to go fight the Harbinger of the End Times, I’d better tell my fuckin’ friends in case I lose and everything goes to shit!’ So, I did. And I brought Badbr to meet Paarthurnax, and I went to grab an Elder Scroll, and I went to Sovngarde, and —”

“You went to Sovngarde?”

“Aye.”

Syrabane blinked. “So, that… wasn’t a bard’s tale. You fought Alduin in Sovngarde.”

Armel grinned. “Aye. Didn’t you hear the battle?”

“I’m fairly sure everyone heard! But I didn’t know that you went into a different plane!”

“I brought back a flower!”

“You what?”

“I’m gonna propose to Badbr with it. Some day! Not - not right now, but some day, I hope. The flower never wilts, but it looks like a normal mountain flower… I have it safe in my pack right now.”

“Ah.” Syrabane smiled a bit, jotting something down in her journal. “Well… I believe that’s mostly everything. Thank you for your sharing your story.”

“Thanks for lettin’ me.” Armel grinned. “We still got plenty of adventures to go on. Maybe once we’re done and old, you could write a book.”

“No one would believe it.”

“So what? It’d be one hell of a good read, I think. You could title it something cool! A Ragtag Team of Traumatized Adventurers Try to Save the World and Somehow Succeed or somethin’.”

Syrabane laughed lightly. “Maybe one day. We’ll see.”

#ch: armel the disgraced #ch: syrabane

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borhapparker · 5 years

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sheer heart attack | bohemian rhapsody cast series (chap.1)

summary: you are the instructor for ‘bohemian rhapsody’, getting paid to teach the cast how to play their respective instruments. from an early age, youve known how to play the piano, the drums, the bass and the electric/acoustic guitar. forming a tight bond with rami, gwilym, ben and joe, all of you would hang out im each other’s trailers, creating a lasting friendship between all of you. this causes the ripple of them wanting you to be in all the interviews possible during the press tours, even if you werent on the list for interviews, which caused for some buried secrets to come to life and some crushes to be revealed.

word count: 3.35k

pairing: none just yet!

fic masterlist | playlist (apple music / spotify)

Your manager had called you a few days ago, mentioning how she had talked to a director, who was interested in an instructor for his new movie. Seeing as you were a professional singer and had known your instruments since you were young, this could be one of your biggest breaks in Hollywood. This would be a big movie, one of the most popular if it got the attention it deserved, so you decided to book a meeting with the director and producers.

“When’s the meeting?” you asked your manager, as you held the phone between your shoulder and your ear, as you moved around the spare room in your house, setting up your tripod and the drum kit in the corner.

“Tomorrow, at 10am.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. Anything I need to know beforehand?”

“I just sent you an email with all the information you need.” she paused, rustling heard from the other end of the call, “Listen, call me tomorrow after the meeting, I gotta head out. Good luck tomorrow!”

“I will! Bye!”

Hanging up, you headed to your laptop on the coffee table, opening the email she had sent, as you let out a yell of surprise. “No way! She did not just book me an audition to a Queen biopic!” Your eyes scanned the email, information about the movie, called Bohemian Rhapsody along with information on the producers: Brian Harold May and Roger Meddows Taylor, the two out of three remaining members of Queen, your favorite band since you were young. Remembering what you were going to do before she called you, you closed your laptop before walking back inside the room you were in, setting up your phone on the tripod and pressing record. Walking over to the drum kit, you sat, twirling your drumsticks in your hand before you started playing, the beat of Keep Yourself Alive playing, concentration etched on your face, as you kept playing. Getting lost in the music and the beat made you produce the best cover, as you came to the infamous drum solo from the song.

It wasn’t the most difficult song you had ever practiced, so the solo came easy to you. Finishing the song, you smiled at the camera, before pressing the stop button, and uploading the cover to your Instagram.

Sighing, you grabbed your water bottle nearby, taking a drink before grabbing your laptop and setting it on your lap, reading through the rest of the information your manager had provided, then opening your documents and writing the rest of your song.

The evening went by fairly quickly, as you finished the last of your song, ate a quick meal and headed to bed. The nerves and the drumming drained you, as your body begged for sleep. Slowly undressing yourself and slipping on your pajamas, you sent a last text to your manager letting her know that you had gone over the email and were ready for tomorrow. Slipping into your bed, you closed your eyes, got comftorable, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the alarm woke you up, as you hit snooze, burying your head in your pillow and pulling the covers over you. A couple minutes passed before you sat up, looking over at your phone on the nightstand and noticing the messages from your manager. Reaching over, you grasped the phone with your hand, bringing it up to your face as you read through the messages. Your eyes widened as you looked at the clock, before jumping out of bed, and quickly running to your closet all while dialing your manager’s phone.

“Hello?” she answered as your eyebrows furrowed, as you quickly grabbed the first articles of clothing you saw.

“Hey! You didn’t tell me you booked a wrong time for me! I barely woke up and I have half an hour to get to my meeting! What the hell, Lizzie!” you argued, quickly running to the kitchen and turning on the coffee machine so it would be ready while you’re in the shower, before running back.

“I’m sorry! I forgot about the time! The good thing is that it only takes 10 minutes to get to the meeting, so you have 20 minutes to shower and get changed.”

Sighing, you turned on the shower, “Fine, but next time, let me know in advance.”

“I will! Now hurry! And don’t worry about looking professional, they said jeans and a nice blouse is fine. Good luck!” she hung up as you sighed, quickly switching the shirt for a while blouse, your blue jeans and black low-top converse.

You quickly jumped in the shower, washing your hair and body quickly before rinsing and turning off the water, before drying yourself off and changing. Blow drying your hair, you quickly put it half up in a bun, leaving the other half down. You lathered on some mascara and a bit of lipstick before slipping on your converse, turning off the lights, running to the kitchen to grab your coffee before grabbing your bag and keys and running out the door to your car. Speeding off, you headed to the place the meeting would be held, quickly driving into the parking lot and finding a spot closest to the front door. Realizing you had five minutes till you were due inside, you checked your messages, going over the email from last night and letting your manager know you had arrived, before grabbing your bag and getting out of your car. Locking it, you walked to the door, knocking as the speaker from the wall buzzed.

“How may I help you?” the secretary spoke through as you smiled at her through the door.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Singer for the new production of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Code?”

“1985 Wembley.”

The door buzzed open as you walked through, as it locked behind you and you walked behind the secretary. She led you through another door as you were met with the director, Bryan Singer, and the band members of Queen, Roger Taylor and Brian May. Your expression showed shock, and nerves, as you shook hands with all three of them, before sitting down in front of them.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Miss Y/n.” the director said as you smiled and nodded. “So, your manager spoke very highly of you. How long have you been playing your chosen instruments?”

“For 15 years. I started with piano first, then drums, bass, and most recently, electric and acoustic guitar.” you answered, as you felt Brian and Roger’s gaze on you. “I also write my own songs, and I’ve posted videos of me playing certain songs on those instruments. Mostly Queen songs, but a variety of different genres.”

Brian pulled out his phone, opening Instagram and looking for your Instagram. He pulled up the profile, before clicking on the most recent video, the one from last night. He nudged both Roger and Bryan Singer, as they watched the video, the audio on. The video reached the drum solo, as Roger’s eyes widened, noticing you recreating the infamous drum solo that was hard to replicate. As it stopped, Brian kept going through different videos, some with the electric guitar, others with the piano, and bass.

Roger turned to you, smile on his face. “This is very impressive.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, as Bryan Singer turned to you, Brian May smiling as well.

“We’re very interested in having you teach the actors how to play their instruments. Would you be interested?”

You nodded, smiling, “I would very much be interested.”

“Great! Welcome to the team, Miss Y/n.” they all shook your hand, as the director turned to you once more. “We are considering all actors willing to be part of the audition process. Do you have any actors you think would fit best for the roles?”

Sighing, you thought about it, various actors and actresses going through your head, as your friends popped up first. “Lucy Boynton would be a good Mary Austin. She’s a good actress and has been in different movies and shows. As well as Rami Malek for Freddie Mercury, and Joe Mazzello as John Deacon. He very much looks like him and has a close resemblance to the bassist.” you said, as the director wrote down notes.

“Would you want to be in on the audition process? You seem to know who would fit best for these roles, and you might have a little more experience since you’ve been part of the Hollywood industry for a while.”

“I would love to.”

“Great. We have some auditions going on today. Are you free for the rest of the day?”

Nodding, they stood up, leading you into another room adjacent to that one, as you all sat down at a table together, going through different headshots and resumes. Some actors stood out to you, as you put them in a different pile, conversing with Brian and Roger, as Bryan Singer, the director, on a call, outside the room.

“What about him?” Brian held up a headshot of another actor, Gwilym Lee, an English actor who you had seen in Midsomer Murders. “He seems like a good fit. Has some background in music.”

You held up the photo to Brian, nodding. “He looks like you, some resemblance. The background in music would be helpful when it comes to the rehearsal process.”

Roger was looking through the headshots you had chosen, as the secretary came back, another folder in her hand. “I’ve received another submission. Here you go.” she smiled, putting the folder on the table before leaving.

You picked up the file, opening it and inspecting the resume before your eyes locked on the headshot, recognizing the person immediately.

“Him.”

Roger and Brian both looked at the headshot before smiling and nodding as well.

It seemed like you guys were in agreement.

You had stepped out a couple hours ago with orders for food and drinks, as you went to go and get the food for all four of you, before returning, arms full. The secretary opened the door for you, helping you bring the drinks inside as you all headed to the hallway, noticing the line of actors, a couple whom you recognized from their headshots. Noticing Joe and Rami, you winked at them, smile on your face as they noticed you and returned the gesture, and you disappeared behind the audition door. Giving out the food and drinks, you all sat down, as the secretary brought in the first actor, Sacha Baron Cohen, who you had seen in a couple different films. Yet, when he walked through the door, you couldn’t see the portrayal. Throughout his audition, you jotted down notes, as you took sips of your drink, as finished and left and you turned to the others.

“I don’t think he’s the best fit. He seemed more interested in another side of Freddie rather than what we could portray.” you said as they nodded, calling the next actor in.

Various auditions went by, as you watched one after the other. Keeping notes, you crossed out actors and circled a couple that could be good fits. The door opened, and you finished writing before looking up, and locking eyes with a pair of green-blue eyes. Giving him a smile, you nodded at him.

“Ben Hardy, right?” Brian asked as he nodded, fiddling with his fingers out of nervousness.

“So, what makes you think you are a good fit for the role of..” you paused, looking down at your notes. “Roger Taylor?” you turned to Roger, smiling as he nodded at you.

“Well, I’ve been a follower of Queen since I was young, and I grew up in London, so it’s a very common musical band to listen to.” he paused, “I also have a background in playing the drums.”

As soon as the response slipped through his lips, you raised your eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Is that so? How long?” you asked as he looked at you.

“A little over a year.”

You nodded, writing down a note for yourself as he continued with the interview, before being given part of a script, as he read it out, his accent and posture very similar to Roger himself.

“Thank you, we’ll contact you this week for our answer.” Ben nodded, shaking our hands as he left.

“Well, we have three more and then we’ll be done for the day. What did you guys think?” Bryan Singer asked as you smiled.

“I think he fits. In the end, it’s up to Roger to choose who plays him.”

Nodding, Roger spoke up, “He’s very much a version of my younger self. I see a lot of myself in him, I think he would be a good fit. And the background in music is an added bonus.”

“We could have him send a video of himself practicing or playing a Queen song.” Brian mentioned, and you nodded.

“That’s a good idea.”

“How about we bring in the last three?”

You all agreed as Gwilym Lee was brought inside the room. He held a guitar in his hand, an amp connected to the corner of the room was waiting as he connected it to the guitar, hands shaking.

“Hi, I’m Gwilym. I’m here to audition for the part of Brian May.” Gwilym said, as he adjusted the sound, before playing the guitar solo for Bohemian Rhapsody, then part of Another One Bites The Dust as he finished, and all of you clapped.

“That was really good Gwilym.” you said, a smile on your face.

“I agree. What makes you the best person for this role?” Brian asked Gwilym as he set the guitar down, twiddling with his fingers as he thought of an answer.

“As someone who has experience in guitar, I’ve noticed that no one can really perfectly represent Brian May, especially a legend like him. But I’m willing to put in my all to represent him and show those who were not born in the same decade, that Queen can still be appreciated.” Gwilym said, as his answer surprised you.

He left and Joe walked in, did his audition and then Rami was the last to come. All of them did their audition, notes being taken on your respective notepads as Rami finished and all of you were left alone once again.

“So, any thoughts?”

“I think we should bring back Rami, Joe, Gwilym, and Ben. They seem to have the best background, and their goal is to achieve the best image of the band. They aren’t interested in what the band did before, they want to introduce Queen to new audiences, younger ones. I think that’s what’s important when casting for a biopic like Bohemian Rhapsody.” you said as Brian and Roger both nodded.

“What about Sacha Baron Cohen?” Bryan Singer asked, as you furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“I don’t think he’s the best fit for the job.”

“I liked him.” he said, as you shrugged your shoulders, not convinced that he’s the best option for Freddie Mercury.

It all seemed to come down to them, as you all debated over the best course of action to take.

“Let’s have them all send videos of themselves playing their respective instruments or re-creating an official interview with the band members. That could help us determine in the end who we can cast.”

That’s how you all finished, your thoughts set on who was the best in your eyes, as you decided to meet the next day at the same time, to watch the videos the actors would send. You yawned, as you walked out of the building, heading to you car and driving home.

A week had passed, as you had reviewed the videos, prepped music sheets and attended your gigs, as well as wrote your final songs for your newest album. Your week had been packed, the movie taking most of your priority and your thoughts.

You had been called to a roundtable meeting for Friday, as you had gathered all your music sheets, and information for the actors that they might need. Packing everything into a bag, you headed out of your house, locking the door behind you before heading to your car and driving off to another place. Since you were based in LA, you headed to the location the director had sent you, driving into the parking lot and finding the closest open spot. Various cars were occupying the lot, as you sighed out the nerves, before heading inside.

You followed the noise and commotion coming from the end of the hall, as you walked inside the open door, coming face to face with a large table, various actors and crew sitting. Brian and Roger noticed you, as they waved at you, and you headed over, arms full of files and papers. Brian took the papers from you, placing them down on the seat next to him which held a placard with your name and title.

“Thank you, how are you both?” they engulfed you in hugs after you put down your things in your seat.

“Good, darling, what about you? I’ve heard you’ve been busy.” Roger said with a smile as Brian only nodded along.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to finish my album and get some things ready for the cast.” I brought the schedule for rehearsals and where so everything is ready on our side.“ you said with a sigh, as you sat, everyone getting to their seats as the producers and director began to speak to everyone.

"Thank you all for coming today. We would like to welcome the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody: Rami Malek will be portraying Freddie Mercury, Joe Mazzello will be playing John Deacon, Gwilym Lee as Brian May, Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor, Lucy Boynton for Mary Austin, Allen Leech as Paul Prenter, Aiden Gillen as John Reid, Tom Hollander for Jim Beach, Mike Myers as Ray Foster and Aaron McCusker for Jim Hutton. This will be our main cast for now, but let’s welcome them.” everyone clapped as the actors smiled. “We have our Executive Music Producers, Brian May and Roger Taylor, Jim Beach as our producer, and our musical coach, Y/n Y/L/N.” all four of you stood, smiling at everyone before sitting, as the introductions went around.

“So, we have some schedules some of the crew is giving out. We start filming in 6 weeks, which gives everyone enough time to have props ready, as well as give the cast a chance to rehearse. Y/n, since you will be teaching the cast their instruments, I was told you have a schedule for them?” you nodded, as you stood up and rounded the table, heading in front of each of them.

You handed them each a schedule with their times and directions to where they needed to be. “This can and most likely will change, but for now, this is what we’ll be working with. I’ve also hired Polly Bennet as your movement coach for all of you, but mostly for Rami, since Freddie was never choreographed, I believed you wouldn’t want to be either.” you smiled at him, before returning to your seat.

The meeting went on, as everyone talked about their specific input for the movie. After the meeting, all four actors approached you.

“Y/n?” you turned, phone up to your ear as you held up a finger, listening to your manager quickly give out information as you wrote it down on a sticky note before she hung up.

“Sorry about that, my manager called. What’s up?” you smiled at them as Gwilym held out his hand first for you to shake.

“We just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves. I’m Gwilym.”

“Ben.”

“Joe.”

“And you already know me, Y/n.” Rami said as you engulfed him in a hug.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. I look forward to teaching and guiding you through the process of this movie. Are you guys ready to start rehearsals tomorrow?” you asked as they nodded. “Alright. Make sure to meet at the studio at 10am. I’ll be there a little early recording for my album, so if you’re there beforehand, feel free to come in and have a listen.”

They nodded, as you grabbed your things, before waving goodbye to them and heading off.

The beginnings of a journey might become the best experience for you. Queen was always a big part of your childhood, it was what fueled you to become a singer and practice different instruments. Seeing as it was sort of your lucky charm, you prayed that it would bring you some rewards as you worked on the biopic.

Fingers crossed.

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Uber Please pt.2

Roman and Virgil hit it off pretty right? Virgil thought so, but why then does Roman keep canceling their first date.

Words: 1248

Warnings: angst with a fluffy ending.

Edited by @wimallidge

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Virgil sighed as he looked out the window, watching as people darted to their cars to avoid the downpour. The weather seemed to match his mood, turning he looked back to his laptop. He pulled up facebook and clicked on Logan's name.

V: hey meet me at the cafe after your class?

L: ok

Clicking off of facebook he returned to working on his final assignment. He clicked at the screen willing the words to come to him. Groaning he laid his head on the table. It seemed that his creativity had left him with all the drama that had been happening.

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“Hey, Ro, I know im late for our date I was working on my final assignment and you know how I can be when I actually focus” Virgil spoke as he rushed around his apartment looking for his shoes. He let out a noise of triumph upon finding them, noticing that Roman was quite he paused.

“Ro? What's wrong?” he asked voice full of concern.

“Nothings wrong per se. Its just...the show I auditioned for called me back! But I would have to go in tonight to understudy the show until I take over. I’m so sorry!” Roman said. Virgil paused in pulling on his shoes. He pushed down the disappointment that bubbled to the surface.

“Ro! That's great!” he laughed as he sat back on the couch.

“Raincheck?” Roman asked in a hopeful voice. Virgil agreed with a smile.

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“I don't know Logan. The first time it made sense. He had just gotten cast! Now it just seems like he's making up excuses.” Virgil sighed as he looked into his drink. It was his 5th coffee of the day.

“Logically it seems that if he keeps promising the date will happen then it will happen. If he had lost interest he would tell you or as you call it ‘ghost’ you.” Logan replied, not looking up from his textbook. Virgil huffed as he looked out the window thinking about what Logan said.

“I guess,”

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“Hey Ro, im on my way to pick you up for lunch!” Virgil spoke as he climbed into his car.

“About that… the cast took me to lunch today. It was a bonding exercise! Im sorry Verge.” Roman explained, the voices of his cast member in the background.

“Oh, okay I'll just… ask Patton if would like to go with me.” Virgil concluded as he rested his head on the seat.

“Yeah! That's a good idea! You guys can bond!” Roman said his voice full of happiness. Virgil heard someone call out to Roman in the background and sighed.

“Bye Roman.”

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Virgil was in his room looking at the suit he had laid out for tonight and sighed. He had to go, it was his graduation after all. And the fancy dinner his parents had planned after couldn't be missed. His family and friends would be there but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe roman would raincheck him again. Shaking his head he moved to the bathroom attached to his room to shower. No point in dwelling on the past.

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“Hey, Virgil! I have tonight free! I suppose to relax before my big debut! Want to come over and watch movies?” Romans' voice carried through the phone. Virgil was silent, he wondered why he had even answered.

“I can't tonight I have too much homework. And I have to study. Finals you know.” his voice was dead and a small part of him hoped that roman noticed. That small part of him begged for the older man to notice, to call Virgil on his bluff and plead for him to come over. Roman simply replied with an ‘okay, study hard,’ Crushing any hope Virgil had in his chest. He looked at the now silent phone and cursed as a single tear fell down his face.

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Virgil looked out at the crowd as he walked across the stage. This was it, his future truly started now. He saw his parents standing in the front row his mother crying tears of joy, Patton was beside them, he gave Virgil a pity smile as his eyes landed on the empty seat he reserved for roman. Smiling through the pain he walked off the stage and back to his seat to finish the ceremony.

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“Hello, is this Virgil Anxtion?” The caller asked. Virgil didn't look up from his laptop as he said yes.

“I’m Remy Travis, and I'd like to talk to you about the script you sent in.” The words caused Virgil to jump tossing his computer to the side.

“To Love Again?” Virgil asked hoping that this wasn't a mistake.

“Yes, it's a neat little play. My board of advisors liked it so much I just had to call you myself.” for the first time since he graduated Virgil felt hope well in his chest.

“Let's talk business shall we?”

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“Logan it's not going to happen please stop looking behind you.” Virgil pleaded. Logan turned to look at him adjusting his glasses.

“Virgil you as a playwriter should be the one hoping that our knights in shining armor come chasing after us as we board the plane to leave!” he looked back at the door as he finished his sentence. Logan and Patton had grown quite close in the last few months but when logan agreed to go with Virgil it had caused a problem in their relationship. The pair stayed silent as they boarded the plane.

“HOLD THE DOOR!” A voice yelled as the flight attendant began to close the plane. Both Logan and Virgil perked up as they waited for the last passenger. Logan jumped from his seat when Patton crossed through the door embracing him. Virgil leaned back in his seat and refused to acknowledge the sinking feeling in his chest.

Virgil had been in New York for two months now, his play was a huge hit taking off as soon as it hit Broadway. Logan and Patton both found jobs in the city and their relationship was going strong. It seemed everyone was happy with their new life. Virgil didn't tell his friends that he felt the tug of a single string connecting him to the city he grew up in. No matter how many dates he went on, how many interviews he did. Watching the show every night prompted to memories to resurface. No matter what he did he couldn't help but dream about what he could have had with Roman.

“Hello, there stranger. Lovely day isn't it?” Virgil spun around at the all to familiar prince voice.

“Roman what are you doing in New York!” he questioned in shock.

“Well, I planned to run after your plane two months ago and tell you how much I wanted what we had! But I learned when Patton and I made it to the desk, that I hadn't been paid for the week yet. So Patton made it to the plane and I didn't. Im a lot late but im here to say, Virgil Morgan Anxtion, please go on a date with me?” Roman asked as he fell to his knees. They were in the middle of central park and people had begun to stare. Virgil didn't care however as he laughed and nodded his head yes.

“Pizza?” Roman asked as he stood back up. He held out his hand and bowed. Virgil smiled as he placed hand in Romans.

“Pizza.”

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