#this is the script I said I was writing for my stage class

[lunarrosette]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lark Oak & Sparrow Oak, Nicolas Close/Lark Oak, Nicolas Close & Lark Oak Characters: Lark Oak, Nicolas Close, Sparrow Oak, Terry Jr. (Dungeons and Daddies), Grant Wilson (Dungeons and Daddies), henry oak (mentioned), jodie foster (mentioned), glenn close (dungeons and daddies) (mentioned) Additional Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Self-Hatred, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Screenplay/Script Format, Lark is not okay, PTSD, Smoking, Underage Smoking, Drinking, Past ambiguously required love, no beta we die like tony pepperoni, Trans Nick, 5+1 Things, Kinda, Pre-Canon Summary:

5 times Nick and Lark had important conversations and the 1 time Nick was gone.

Or

Small vignettes/scenes of Lark and Nick’s relationship from high school to adulthood

(Tagged mature just for swearing and references to suicide)

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era: the visual novel (a fan project)

On a whim, I've decided to finally just publicly release this project that I've had laying around for two years at this point, for Dazai's birthday today. It was originally made for my very dear friend @letmereachforthestars , when I first introduced her to the series and wanted her to be able to read my favorite BSD light novel in an easier-to-read format. You need a computer to be able to play. The details and links are under the cut:

If you've never played a visual novel before, it's basically a novel in the form of a video game. Text will appear line by line, one a time on the screen, and it will be accompanied by relevant background visuals, music, and sound effects, to make the reading experience more immersive, and more stimulating than just reading from a book. Some visual novels have actual gameplay elements to them, and some are just books and nothing else (oftentimes dating sims/choose-your-own-adventure novels), the latter of which this is. If you've played the mobile game Bungou Tales/Mayoi, the story sections of that game are basically mini visual novels.

This game was made with screenshots and music from the anime, sound effects from the anime and Bungou Tales and free sound effect online sources, as well as graphics and fonts and other assets from Bungou Tales and other official BSD art (particularly the official anime soundtrack cd covers). The script is taken entirely from the official Yen Press translation of Dark Era, with the exception of about two or three iconic lines that I used different translations of because I felt like they had more impact. Additionally, at the very, very end, I added on the original ending scene from the Dark Era stage play and wrote a few fanfic lines of my own to accompany it you can tell because they are very cringe and don't match Asagiri's writing style.

Before playing the game, there are a few very important things to keep in mind; PLEASE read all this:

I am not a professional in the slightest. I took some coding classes in high school, and have some photoshop skills (when it comes to the design elements of the menus), but for the most part the former wasn't much help here; this was my very first time ever using the Renpy engine, and I made this entirely from scratch. I used my knowledge of playing other visual novels to emulate the kinds of effects and timing that is typical for these games, and I think it turned out pretty well all things considered, but it's still very amateur. This is most evident in the sound effects. The sound effects have no volume consistency between them, and some of them, particularly the gun/battle sfx, can come on very suddenly and be loud. I highly, HIGHLY encourage going into the settings and turning down the sound effects volume (the music should be fine), so that you're not startled by certain sounds when they happen, and for a lengthy time. I wouldn't blame you if you decide to turn the sfx off entirely if's too distracting, honestly 🫠 I am no expert in sound files equalizing and making sound files loop seamlessly, so this was by far the most tedious and frustrating part of the process of making this for me. Hopefully it doesn't ruin the game or break immersion too much if you decide to leave them on (I hope you do, for the rain and clock sounds at least, but again I wouldn't blame you if you can't).

Dark Era is the most faithful light novel adaptation in the anime, but there are still a handful of scenes, mostly fight scenes, that got shaved down significantly. Because of this, there are numerous occasions where I had to simply linger on a black screen or the same screenshot for a long period of time, while tons and tons of narration happens, because there's simply nothing I can show to accompany said narration. This is not ideal, but unfortunately I didn't have much else of a choice in those instances, so I hope it's not too distracting. There are also a few instances of straight-up inconsistencies between the novel and the anime (ex. the fight between Oda and Akutagawa happens in the woods in the novel, but in the anime it's still right outside the art museum), so sometimes what you're reading won't quite match the screenshots I use. Fortunately it's never anything major, but it does happen.

There will sometimes be long, unchanging black screens. Don't worry, the game isn't broken; just wait long enough and it will continue.

Sometimes, a character will get cut off when speaking, and when that happens the dialogue will auto-force to the next line. If you didn't get a chance to see what was said before, check the text backlog/history (in the menu or the H key).

Last but not least, this game was made with the default text speed in mind. Meaning, that when it comes to certain specific scenes, the mood/tone of them, made up of the timing of music, transitions, sound effects, etc, all of it was arranged around the speed at which things progress when using the default text speed. I completely understand if you can't, but if at all possible, please try not to change the text to go too much faster or slower, especially faster, because certain scenes will lose a lot of impact otherwise. If you already know Dark Era, you probably have an idea of some of the scenes I'm referring to. At the very least, during the more high-stakes/intense scenes, please try to play through those all at once without stopping, for the greatest impact based on how I designed the game, and only pause/quit during the slower scenes. There are specific moments that I'm really proud of how they came out, and I'd like for them to have the maximum impact that I intended :') (also note that if you make the text appear instantly, the cut-off dialogue mentioned above simply will not appear at all, and you won't even know to look back for them, so please refrain from making the text instant at the very least)

Ignore the cringe sappy final message

...I think that's everything. With all that out of the way, here are the links for both PC and Mac:

Download the PC version

Download the Mac version

This was a passion project for me for a good many months back in 2022. It started out just as a gift for my friend, but in the end I was really satisfied with how it turned out, despite how tedious and frustrating it was to work on. I've been hesitant to share it with the fandom for all this time because I kinda doubt anyone would really be interested in something like this especially since it's not stormbringer or beast, but someone on discord who tried it told me that I should share it, so here it is. I'm sharing it not just because I'm proud of my work, but because Dark Era is a truly amazing light novel — underrated, in my opinion (yes, I said what I said) — and far better than the anime adaptation, as good as that is, and I want more people to read it. If reading the books is hard for you and you've never read Dark Era before, if I can help just one more person to read it with this, I'll be happy, and consider my job done. 💖

I so desperately want to make more of these visual novels for the other light novels, but sadly, some of them simply aren't possible thanks to how many scenes are missing from the anime, like with Entrance Exam in particular. I've also been waiting with vain, thin hope that Bungou Tales will eventually reach seasons 3 and 4, so I can use their Fifteen and Untold Origins title screens like I did here, if those ever exist. However, I'm also held back thinking about certain scenes that would require some redrawing/drawing additional details to match what's written in the novels. If anyone has any ideas on things I could do to possibly get around these issues, or just thoughts in general about how the other light novels might be tackled, or if you're an artist who can recreate the anime's style and takes commissions/knows someone who does, I'd absolutely love to hear from you! As well as any advice/help on how I can smooth out/improve this project here!

Anyway, sorry for the long wall of text. Thank you for reading all this, if you did, and if you do try the game, please let me know your thoughts; I crave any and all feedback. 💙✨

[nickfurysrighteye]

Practise?

chase davenport x reader

summary: the school's gonna do a play and it's gonna be Romeo and Juliet. Chase was supposed to help with the behind the scenes but instead he gets to play Romeo, and you, Juliet, offer him some help with his lines..

cw: sfw, kissing, that's it i think

a/n: this is my first time writing for this fandom and also my first time making my writing public so please be kind :') ...i haven't written any type of fanfic in a veeeery long time. this is just for fun!!!

"Seriously?! I can't believe it!"

Janelle yells storming into the gym. Everybody stops what they're doing to look at her puzzled. This year Mission Creek High decided to organize a play and upon a great request it was decided to stage 'Romeo and Juliet'. Janelle volunteered to direct the entire planning of it.

"Our Romeo decided it was a great time to break his arm, therefore we don't have a Romeo anymore!" she says walking towards Leo, who's busy painting the fake wooden balcony. Leo decided to take part in the production only to have an excuse to be with Janelle, and doing so he dragged Chase along, just to have some company.

A few people gather around to see what was going on, you take your eyes off the script you were revising to look at your classmates on the opposite site of the room.

"So? What's the big deal?" says Leo "The understudy can take his place."

"The big deal is we don't have an understudy! We barely have enough people working on this play, do you really think we have extras?" Janelle is furious.

"Why don't we pick somebody from the crew?" you barge into the conversation, feeling the eyes of everyone onto you "I mean, it's not like we have time to redo auditions.."

Everybody is silent, eyes going left and right scanning the room for someone brave enough to take on one of the leading roles. You look behind Leo's shoulder "I bet Chase could do it."

Chase was surprised and slightly confused by your statement "Me? But I'm not an actor." he says, struggling to speak loud enough to be heard.

"Neither am I, and neither is everyone else..this is a high school play not Broadway, no of us are actors." you shrug while looking over to the brown haired boy.

Janelle looks over to him "Chase, do you think you could do it? You'd be a life saver, honestly." you could hear the tension in her voice from all the stress the planning brought her.

"I-i mean, sure I could give it a try" Chase tried so hard to sound confident in his choice but you could hear the slight tremor in his tone.

"Perfect, problem solved!" Janelle said.

Once everyone got back to work you get closer to Chase, "If you want we can practise the lines together, I could also give you some tips."

"Sure, I'd love that." Chase says with a sweet, soft smile. "Cool, you can stop by at my house today if that's ok." you smile back

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later."

-

After school, the two brothers head to the lab and Chase is panicking, regretting the choice he made earlier that day. "Why would I agree to do something like this?! Why didn't you stop me Leo?! This is going to be a disaster! The play's gonna suck!" he spits out the words so quickly he can barely keep up with his thoughts.

"Chase chill out! You'll be fine, like Y/n said no one here's an actor, you're all gonna suck" Leo's already tired of his complaining.

Chase's worry isn't only his acting, but the fact he's gonna be the lead in a romantic play with you as his love interest. He's also terrified by the idea of having to kiss you multiple times on stage, in front of a ton of people. This is stressing him out way more than anticipated.

He already knew who you were long before taking part in this project. He saw you walk around the halls, he saw you sitting a couple of desks in front of him in some classes you have together. He always thought about you as the pretty girl he would only talk to in his imagination. Nobody could have predicted the two of you acting as lovers in a school play. Certainly not Chase.

-

With his heart beating out of his chest, Chase knocks on your front door. You open the door and invite him in. "We can go upstairs in my room" you say, guiding him upstairs.

You go through the script together, focusing on the more difficult parts to memorize. You're suprised Chase could memorize all these lines so quickly, and he's getting better at getting into character.

He says every line with the right feeling, you two work in harmony, it's like you're no longer acting as the characters but are living the story as yourselves.

"You're quite talented you know that Chase?" you smile

"Thanks, I'm actually a bit nervous if I'm being honest." he chuckes while lowering his eyes, looking at his fingers fidgeting with the corner of the script's page.

"How come? You're doing great." you tilt you're head slightly. You sit on your bed, taking a small break.

He shrugs, sitting down beside you "I don't know, I just am" he mumbles.

You stare at him with a soft gaze, you study his expression, you're lightly mesmerized by the way the light beam from the setting sun is hitting his face, shining through your window. His eyes now being a warmer hazel tone.

He can hear the beat of his heart in his ears "Actually, I'm scared 'cause --" he stops "I'm worried about our kiss."

"Our kiss?"

"Yeah, it scares me a little having to kiss in front of an audience."

"It's gonna be a quick kiss don't worry about it."

"I know, it's just that --" he looks down again "I've never done it before."

"You've never kissed anyone?" you say, the slight surprise in your voice makes him feel even worse now.

"It's fine Chase, I get it. There's no need to be ashamed of it." you try to reassure him. "Wanna practise?"

"The kiss?" he looks at you.

"Yeah, I mean, we probably should anyway since it's part of the play." you say, standing up and placing yourself in front of him like you would be on stage.

"Yeah, ok, that's..a good idea" he stands up as well. Chase tries to hide his uncertainty.

"You sure about this?" you ask, you don't want to pressure him.

"A hundred percent" he's anxious, he's rubbing subtly his hands on his jeans because they're starting to sweat, his knees get weaker and he hopes they'll be strong enough to support him.

"Ok now, just follow my lead." you take his hand, leaning nearer. Your other hand cupping his cheek, your lips are now inches apart. Your touch feels warm on his skin, making him breathe faster.

"Close your eyes." as he does so, your place your lips onto his gently, and start to slowly and softly kiss him.

A warm feeling of joy starts to bubble up in his chest as he copies your movements and picks up the pace. The kiss gets more intense, more impatient as he tastes your lips. You get closer and your hand that was on his cheek is now on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers with his hair. His hands start to move, although he's still unsure of what to do.

You stop for a brief moment. "It's ok if you wanna touch me, y'know." Chase laughs a little, he then places his hands on your sides, sliding them down to your waste. He grabs a little harder and pull you into another kiss, this time greedier, messier.

He didn't think it would feel this good kissing you, his heart is racing so fast you could probably hear it. Your lips are exploring eachother, you're both enjoying this much more than you should be. After a few moments Chase decides to wet your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, you part your lips a bit and he slips part of his tongue in. The feeling of your tongues tasting eachother sends shivers down your spine, you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"You taste amazing" he blurs out the moment he stops to catch his breath, then he pulls you again into another kiss. His words make you melt.

Chase has lost track of time. Actually he has lost track of anything, he can only feel you. Your lips, your tongue, your taste, the sweet smell of your perfume and the warmth of your body standing so close to his. A few moments pass and you pull away to catch your breath, your faces still close to eachother.

"Was i good?" his question makes you chuckle.

"Yeah, you were. You know the kiss isn't supposed to last this long though, right?"

"Sorry i got a bit carried away." Chase laughs a little. You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"I don't think you're gonna have problems on stage, Chase"

"Although we should probably get back to revising the lines"

"We should, but after we're done we should go back to the kissing part, just to be sure"

[princessbiteme0o0]

Um this is like my first time asking but I have an idea which I really like so here I am asking!

So basically Ted is in theatre school with you and he your in the same class and you were paired up to do a scene of Romeo and Juliet. And there was a kissing scene you had to do.

In the evening Ted and you do into the theatre empty to practice the scene and you were really scared to do the kiss and he helps you out and then it slowly from a kiss gets more passionate and deep then… you two ended up doing the dirty in the theatre.

but during sex, he becomes more dominant and degrading like “imagine you took me like this infront of the class next week? You would look like a total whore.”

AHHH I HOPE ITS OK! and if you do it then I will give more ideas defo 💗

I adore you (and everyone that asks), having said that- this is BY FAR my favorite one 😭 Shakespeare is one of my favorite writers, along with Poe.

Thank you, Nonny and thank all of you that enjoy my writing!! It genuinely makes me SO HAPPY to see people enjoying and appreciating my writing.

Mainly for my home girl- @writingduhh ��🩵🩵

Having said all of that…

FIRST OF ALL- I don’t think Ted has a kinky bone in his body; I think he’s a cute lil vanilla baby, but fuck it we ball. MINORS DNI. I FEEL LIKE IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT.

Warnings: smut, slight bullying, degradation, praise, sexual tension, arguments, (kinda enemies to lovers), slapping (not abusive- purely sexual), choking, spit kink, spanking?, fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, unspoken daddy kink?, melodramatics, ‘pup’ and ‘puppy’ used (don’t judge me) but no pet play, As always, let me know if I need to add more 🩵

Shakespeare in Love (Teddy Nivison x Reader)

—🩵—🩵—

She thought she was far over having to work with him on this play. She thought it would be a simple one and done; that maybe he’d have a simple two or three liner part. However, the moment she read the names next to each character, she felt her heart drop to her stomach. There it had been, in big, bold letters:

Tybalt- Kyle Jean

Capulet- Chris River

Juliet- (Y/N Y/L/N)

Romeo- Ted Nivison

She still remembers the anger that she felt at him for even auditioning, the rage directed at the casting director, the dread she felt at knowledge of the script; but like any good actress, she played it off.

So now, she sat on stage, reading over the script while waiting for mister always late. Had it have been better (and easier) circumstances, she probably wouldn’t have noticed the door to the auditorium swinging open. Her eyes lifted and met his gaze, smirk and all. She felt a heated anger drop to the pit of her stomach, but that smirk caused a different kind of warmth to drop between her thighs. Rolling her eyes where she knew he could see, she stood to her feet while looking over the script once more.

She was a tall woman, she knew that, but he was so much taller. His shadow lingered over her and when she looked up at him, he wore a goofy grin, eyes boring into her. “You ready, Pumpkin?” He asked in a mocking tone that made her eye twitch for a moment.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” She grumbled softly, glaring up at him. He reached his hand out and his fingertips ghosted over her bare shoulder and down her collarbone.

“Why not?” He pouted lightly, fingertips brushing up her neck now. “I know it feels good.” He whispered the second part, winking at her and she raised her hand to slap him, before the director scolded her.

“(Y/N)! Let’s save our emotions for the audience, hmm?” He shouted over the talking students in the room. Everyone went quiet and turned their eyes to her, making a warm blush flood her cheeks.

“You’re so cute when you blush for me.” Ted teases softly, pinching her arm.

Today is going to be a long ass day…

—🩵—🩵—

She watched on with fake love in her eyes as Ted read off his lines like a beautiful poem, especially for her. He took her hand in his as he continued, voice warm and welcoming, as if it were a soft pillow for her to lie back on-

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” The words weren’t his, but the look in his eyes and the way he said it so clearly to her made her body grow warm. My character, it’s just his character speaking to mine.

“Good Pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do not touch, and hand to hand is holy palmers kiss.” She spoke skeptically, eyes watching his every move. As he moved his body closer to hers, she had to fight the urge to step back. She could practically feel the magnetic urgency trying to pull them together, but she denied it, craving the comfortability in safety. His hand carefully raised to her jaw, cupping it with a gentle palm.

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” His voice was softer, careful almost, as if he was afraid of her pulling away. Taking in a sharp breath, she paused a moment, seemingly forgetting her lines- though she was quick to steady herself.

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.” She placed a careful hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he slipped an arm around her waist, fingertips resting in the small of her back. She knew it was coming, yet the more he touched her, the harder it was to keep up the boundaries she held.

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” His words were a deep rumbling whisper as his other hand slid up the side of her body. His fingertips gently massaged a path up her shoulder, her collarbone, just to rest carefully on her jawline. His thumb carefully ran over the apple of her cheeks as she struggled to find her line once more.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” Her mouth ran dry as he leaned forwards ever-so-slightly. She felt heat strike through her body and liquid heat pool in between her legs.

“Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.” His voice is deep rumble that vibrates her to her very core. When he leant down and pressed his lips carefully to hers, her world suddenly burst into vibrant colors, warmth immersing the room in the fireworks that flew between them. Both parties had a difficult time pulling apart, but she managed to pull away, only to realize she had a firm grip on his hair. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ted struggled to get his line out without stuttering, “Th-Thus from my lips, by then, my sin is purged.”

His eyes didn’t leave hers for even the slightest millisecond of time and his grip around her just tightened; until the director and everyone else in the class clapped. “That was absolutely stunning.” The director calls out. Almost instantly upon realization that they weren’t alone, they quickly tore apart from each other- she was blushing madly, while Ted just wore a look of confusion.

—🩵—🩵—

It was a few hours after practice and most of the staff went home, while she sat on the stage, silently going over her lines. She was reading through every detail, looking for every emotion. Lying back, she laid the script over her face, mind still flying from the previous events of the day. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps and a soft shift of air around her as whoever it was sat beside her.

“Ted…” She grumbles, without even moving the script from her face. She knew it was him- of course she did, she hates him. His scent filled her nostrils and tempted to distract her.

“(Y/N)…” His voice is gentle; hearing him say her name like that was a surprise. Reaching up, he gently pulls the script away from her face. When her pretty eyes meet his, he smiles softly and just watches her for a moment. “Can we talk?”

“Hmph.” She lets out a soft puff of air and crosses her arms.

“(Y/N).” His voice is still gentle, but this time it takes on a warning tone. She looks back up at him through her lashes and sighs. Rolling her eyes, she moved to sit. “Now that you’re situated… Why do you hate me?”

“Can we just go over our lines, please?” Her eyes are silently pleading, but he just slowly nods with a soft sigh of succession.

“Where do you wanna start-“ He’s quickly cut off as she basically launches at him, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. His mind is telling him to pull away, but everything else is telling him to pull her closer. His hands grip her hips, tight enough to leave bruises and he helps her climb into his lap. Pulling away, he looks up at her with a small smirk, “If you wanted me that bad you just needed to tell me.” He teased gently.

“If you want me at all, you’ll shut the fuck up.” She growls lowly. Raising a brow at her, he reaches behind her and places a firm slap on her rear.

“You better check your attitude with me, Sweetheart.” A squeak left her lips when he spanked her and she jumped, making her grind forward against him. Ted bit back a groan and closed his eyes. “Princess…”

The warmth in his voice and the tempting softness in his eyes made her melt right there in his lap. She was careful and hesitant with each movement she made. Exploring the new territory was terrifying, but it felt so… Right. Her lips traced along his neck, kissing and sucking every exposed inch of skin she could reach. Her canines would occasionally scrape over a patch of skin and her tongue would dart out to soothe it.

“You feel so good… Being such a good girl for me.” Ted mumbled, eyes closed and simply enjoying her sweet touches.

“You taste so good, Teddy.” She mumbles against his skin, tongue flicking out over his pulse point. “Makes me angry how good you feel.” Letting out a deep, breathy chuckle, he pries her away from him and lays her back on the stage.

“I know, Honey, I know…” He coos, pulling her shorts down her legs. His eyes settled on the wet patch on her panties, light hitting it and making it glisten in the most tantalizing way. His mouth watered at the sight. “Why don’t you let me make you feel good? Hmm? I bet you taste as beautiful as you look.” A high pitched whine leaves her lips and she grabs for him to try and pull him close again, but he denies her, instead moving his hands down her thighs and massaging the skin there. His thumbs kneaded her flesh, making her relax for him.

“There ya go, babes… That feel good?” He hums, hands creeping just slightly higher. A soft moan of relief leaves her lips.

“Yessss…” She hisses out softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“You seem to be carrying quite a bit of tension here…” He says smoothly as his hands move to the inside of her thighs and slowly creep higher. “But I think most of your tension is held here.” His fingertips brushing against the wet spot on her panties made her body jolt and a mewl sound around them, the sound bouncing off of the walls.

“Ted.” She whimpers, making him chuckle.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got so much tension… Right here.” As he finished his sentence, he gently pressed his thumb to her clit, making her back arch away from the stage and up towards him.

“Teddy!” She cries out in a lewd beg, hips moving against his hand in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. His thumb just continued to move in slow circles around her throbbing bud, making her cunt clench around nothing.

“What’s wrong, Hon? Hmm?” He teased, watching as her wetness continued to soak through her panties until she was dripping on the stage floor.

“I- I can’t- ‘S too much!” She cries out, nails digging into the skin of his forearm that she held onto for dear life. The confidence in his eyes flared and changed to a much darker expression, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Aww, does it feel too good, Pumpkin? Can’t handle feeling so good?” He mocked her in the most condescending way, but it made a whimper leave her lips as her eyes flashed open and met his. “You’re going to lay there and take it like the filthy slut you are.” He growls lowly, free hand slapping the outside of her thigh hard enough to leave a hand print, but her squeal morphed with a lewd moan of desperation.

“Yes Teddy… I- I can take- take it.” She stuttered out, legs shaking. His degrading hit her body like a truck, making her head go fuzzy. Ted nearly lost it when he saw the pure submissive state that she had slipped into, her eyes staring up at him innocently.

“Look at you, Princess…” He mumbles, pushing her panties aside and slipping his middle finger into her. Her breath caught in her throat and her lips parted in a silent moan. Her eyes locked on his as he curled his finger upwards to hit her most sensitive spot. “So fucking pretty.”

“Ted-“ She tries to speak, but he quickly shushes her. He slipped his ring finger into her as well and placed his free hand on her abdomen, very gently adding pressure. The feeling intensified for her and she cried out a sob, body shaking.

“You know I won’t let anyone else touch you now.” He mumbles, working his fingers faster and harder. “You’re mine now. Mine to degrade, mine to praise, mine to fuck… Mine to protect.” As the words continued to fall from his lips, her chest swelled with a new, overwhelming, uncertain emotion. Her cunt tightened, just as her chest did when she realized what emotion he was evoking in her.

“Ted I-“ He’s quick to cut her off.

“No, Shhh… Trust me, (Y/N)… Let me make you feel good, then you’re free to go back to hating me.” He speaks softly, eyes watching her face, rather than her body.

“No, Ted I want you.” She whimpers softly, her voice so soft and so weak. She sounded so innocent. “Please.” A warm smile broke out across his lips and he nodded, pulling his fingers from her and popping them in his mouth. A low groan rumbled through him, and he closed his eyes to savor her taste. When he pulled his finger free from his mouth.

“So fucking sweet.” He growls, literally ripping her panties from her body. “Because of course, the world’s biggest brat has to have the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He unbuckled his belt and yanked it off, folding it in half. Ted used the folded leather as a riding crop, slapping the outside of her thigh. “Spread ‘em, Cupcake.”

A smirk crossed her lips at the opportunity so clearly in front of her. Shaking her head, she huffed out one simple word, “No.” Ted grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. Giggling wildly, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Mmh, maybe I just won’t let you cum…” She whined at the idea, pouting and smacking his arm, making him use his free hand to hold hers down. “Maybe I’ll just stuff you with my cum and plug you up. Let you throb around a silly toy instead of me.”

“Teddy!” She basically begs, tears of frustration welling up in the corners of her eyes. He let out a warm, hearty laugh at her response and slowly dragged the belt across her abdomen, using it to brush her shirt slightly upwards.

“Aww, poor Pup wants me to breed her?” He asks, raising a brow as his free hand carefully massages her hip. She quickly nodded her head and her hands made a little grabby motion for him, a high pitched whine leaving her lips.

“You’re so precious, Honey.” He hums, undoing the button on his slacks and pushing them down -along with his boxers- just enough for his cock to spring free. Biting her lip, she watched as precum dripped from the tip and fell onto her thigh. Her eyes slowly went up his body to settle on his, boring into his soul.

“I wanna taste you, Theo.” She fluttered her lashes at him in the prettiest, most sweet and innocent way she could.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think you deserve that treat today, Puppy.” He hums, gripping her legs and placing them over his shoulders and leaning so close to her that his lips brushed against hers and he whispered, “You only get what I chose to give you.”

The second that he finished his sentence, he buried himself to the hilt. A cry tore from her throat as her back tried to arch, but couldn’t as he pressed further forward, basically bending her in half. Her hands flew to his back and her nails bit into the fabric, nearly tearing the threads apart piece by piece.

“I’m gonna fill you up until your pretty little body can’t hold anymore.” He growls lowly, biting her lower lip. His words made her cunt tighten around him in an attempt to draw him in even closer. Drawing his hips back slowly, she drew in a sharp gasp when his hips lurched forwards, burying himself inside of her once more.

“Teddddyyy nnngh!” She chokes out, body trembling beneath his and he chuckles darkly, mouth attaching to her.

“What’s wrong, Cupcake? Can you not take it?” He mocked, cooing in her ear as he quickened his pace, fucking into her harshly and caging her in with his arms beside her head. She wildly shook her head, grappling for him with her nails nearly shredding the fabric of his shirt.

“P-please- ta- Ahh~ take it off.” She stutters out, gripping over little moans and whines. Ted found it impossible to resist her pleas when they sounded just so pretty. He kept his eyes on her face as he felt her nails dragging down his back.

“That feel better, Hon?” He mumbles and she buried her face in his neck.

“Yessss…” She hissed, teeth biting into the skin of his neck. “Oh God, Theo…”

“If I’d have known that you’d stop being such a fucking brat, I would’ve fucked you sooner.” He growls, sharply slapping the outside of her thigh as he changed the angle of his hips, making her let out a shaky sob. Tears fell down her cheeks as her vision clouded. Ted smirked as he hummed, watching the way her body morphed and changed position with every thrust.

The way he filled her so full, made her mind fuzzy and her thoughts fade away. Her cunt tightened around him as she threatened to fall over the edge, “Please Ted!”

“I dunno, Pumpkin. Do you think you deserve it?” He asks, halting in his movements, making her so frustrated she nearly screamed.

“Please, please, please, I’ll be so good, I swear. I’ll be so so so good for you Theo, please.” She begged and pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Gimme a kiss then, cutie.” Before his sentence was even complete, she launched herself forward, capturing his lips on hers. While she was distracted, he slipped his hand between the two of them, thumb massaging quick circles on her pretty little bud, picking his thrusts back up. His ministrations, made her let out a squeak against his lips as the band in her belly stretches so tightly that it could break at any second.

“Go ahead, Honey. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. How’s that sound? Want me to fill you up? Get you all round with my babies?” His words were all that she needed, her world exploding into stars and butterflies as her orgasm hits her like a comet hits the earth, shattering her every nerve. Ted watched as her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ and her eyebrows pinched together. He held eye contact with her the entire time, reminding her to breathe as she rides off the effects. “There ya go, there it is. You alright, Sweetie?”

Her breathing began to steady as overstimulation kicked in, “‘M good, Teddy… I wan’ it.” She mumbles as he helped her move her legs from his shoulders to around his waist. His thumbs gently massaged her hips as he slowly picked his thrusts back up.

“I know, honey… Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got ya.” He speaks calmly, watching her as she starts to come back to attention. “There ya are… Welcome back to reality, Sweetheart.” He chuckles softly, giving her a goofy smile. A giggle punctuated by a soft moan leaves her lips and she smiles up at him, her own hands gripping his biceps and rolling her thumbs over his skin.

A soft groan leaves him and he lets his head fall to her chest as he struggles to hold it together. “My God, you’re so fucking tight. Gonna squeeze the life outta me.” He grumbles, placing gentle kisses over her chest as he lazily rolls his hips against hers. Her fingers gently card through his hair as she mumbles her own praises to him.

“You feel so good, Ted. Ya’ make me feel s’ good.” She hums, locking her legs around his waist as he starts to lose his pace. Lifting his head with the little energy he has left he gives her a questioning look.

“You sure you don’t-“ But she was quick to cut him off.

“Cum for me.” She whispers in his ear, placing a careful, open mouthed kiss on his neck. Right when she spoke, her pussy clamped down on him, making his eyes roll back in his head as his hips stutter and he bottoms out inside of her.

“Mmh, fuck…” He growls, filling her to the brim. “So good for me… Takin’ it so fuckin’ well.” His head falls to her chest and he mumbles something into her shirt. Whatever he said made him blush, the tips of his ears going red. She gently cups his jawline and lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you say, Theo?” She asks gently, thumb running across his lip. He paused and just stared at her for a moment, silence floating between them.

“I can’t believe you never realized how in love with you I am.”

[pastriibunz]

KAI IN HATCHETFIELD VOICE ACTED: ON HIATUS.

Hey everyone. I’m really sorry to announce this, but…I’m gonna halt moving forward on the kihf podfic project for an indefinite amount of time. It’s just, I’m not sure I’m completely ready to lead this project right now. I’ve got a bunch of AP classes this year, and I’ll be doing theater per usual, so I’m not sure I have the time to lead it.

Also, despite not even being in the recording stage, it’s taken a mental toll on me. Like I said earlier today, watching Kai grow and seeing more people get into her story is so fun! But not when people brush off the stories i take months to make. Kai and her story is my passion project, and watching her get brushed off for canon, existing characters that I had no part in creating? It’s upsetting and frankly a bit infuriating to say the least.

at some point, the project will be taken off hiatus. I’m leaving the form open just in case someone wants to audition during this time. I’ll keep everyone in mind who auditions.

KIHF is not going on a hiatus. Quite the opposite. I’m gonna focus more on writing scripts, cause that’s what makes me happy. And really, that’s what kihf is about at its core. Me, writing the things that make me happy, and sharing them with you all :]

thank you to @bellqmione, @stars-all-around, @anfroginous, @wetcatschwartzy, @r1ch1e-l1psh1tz, @cosmamoon, and @colosseumofblahaj for auditioning! Your efforts will not go unnoticed, and you will be casted whenever the project starts up again. I hope you all can understand my decision.

Thank you all for your time and support.

[jessamine-rose]

I’m really interested on what was the process like of Capitano’s darling learning schneznayan?

I presume that in mondstadt they speak some form of Germanic language, and as someone who learnt Russian through English textbooks I really wonder what were the struggles like for Darling?

Was she already previously acquainted with the schneznayan script and language? Perhaps the power of the Fatui was strong enough for standard Schenznayan classes to be obligatory in various schools in Teyvat? Did she had some sort of private lessons once she arrived in Schneznaya?

I always found that speaking with native speakers, though nerve wracking, was always a more productive way of learning the underlying meanings of certain words that existed in Russian but that did not exist in any language that I knew, I wonder if Capitano would have used some sort of ‘speaking classes to better your schneznayan as a Harbinger wife’ just to get her to talk with him more in the first stages of the relationship?

I don’t know honestly, I just can’t stop thinking of Capitano delicately correcting Darling’s pronunciation by showing what muscles she must exert pressure on in order to create sounds that exits in Schneznayan but not in Mondstatian like damn, me next please😭

(This brain rot came from a dream in which Capitano’s darling met Teucer for some reason and the little guy was like « I’ll teach you cool schneznayan slang and you help me with my mondstatian homework » and I couldn’t stop thinking of it ever since I woke up ~-~)

- sorry for the long ass tell, but if it isn’t a bother can I go by stellar anon?

Read Herbarium and Fairytale here!!

Hiiiiiii Stellar Anon!! I love long asks so pls don’t apologize for sending this. It was such a treat to read (｡･ω･｡)

Damsel is self-taught. She learned how to read Snezhnayan with textbooks and children’s books in Mondstadt Library, but she’s only at beginner/ intermediate level. As for speech……

She can’t speak/ understand the oral language at all. So she has been mispronouncing the words in her head this whole time……Neither does she know the modern slang and figures of speech, so she can only communicate with Snezhnayans via pen and paper.

Capitano definitely helps her!! He will gently teach her the proper pronunciation and other basics. It means more conversations, quality time, and chances to hear his darling’s voice. Once or twice, he slips in a love declaration which Damsel has no way of translating <3

When Capitano is away on missions, Damsel turns to her new guard for private lessons All hail Sergeant Naiad the jack of all trades This is to limit her social interaction and give her another pastime while Capitano is away. She once welcomed him home with a soft, perfect “I missed you.”

That being said, Capitano is in no rush to improve his darling’s proficiency. After all, the language barrier is another source of isolation between Damsel and the Snezhnayan public. And at her current level, she’ll have to continue relying on Capitano to read her Snezhnayan books.

BONUS:: Childe is surprised by Damsel and Teucer’s interaction. So the Captain’s darling is nicer to children, though it’s more of tough love and mild tolerance. He will remem—oh sh*t Capitano is here!!

Aahhhh my writing manifested in Stellar Anon’s dreams!! So did you dream of yourself reading a fic or the scene playing like a movie?? Thank you for sharing this with me, sweetie (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

[the-himawari]

A3! Outing Event Translation - You're my first and last love. (4/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Sakuya: And so, gathering together all our ideas from today… A sweets making class, a flyer and costume exhibit, a hands-on makeup experience, and selling merch. We have a lot to work with here!

Azami: Maybe we can pull off somethin’ decent if we combine them with the other teams’ ideas.

Sakyo: Hold it. There’s still one more guy who hasn’t contributed an idea yet. Oi, Usui. Don’t you have anythin’?

Masumi: …

Misumi: Anything’s fine, Masumi~.

Masumi: …What about a letter writing corner?

Sakuya: That sounds great!

Sakyo: Huh? You just wanna write one for Director, don’tcha?

Masumi: So what? What about your idea? You just want to make sweets for Director, don’t you?

Sakyo: Don’t lump us together. It’s not about Director. Sweets are a classic for White Day, aren’t they?

Masumi: In that case, letters are a classic way to express your gratitude.

Sakuya: P-Please calm down, you two!

Misumi: Nooo fighting!

Masumi: We aren’t fighting.

Sakyo: I’m not even touching him.

Hisoka: …They’re like kids.

Azami: For real. By the way, we could’ve just used our troupes for the teams this time. Why’d we go outta our way to choose through a lottery?

Sakyo: This is an event for MANKAI Company’s fans. Seeing as all the members are participatin’, it’s meaningful if we do something that transcends the borders of our troupes. Well, we also thought that stayin' in our troupes could lead to biased opinions. That’s why Director suggested we do a lottery with all of us mixed together this time.

Sakuya: If we all work together, then I’m sure it’ll be a wonderful event!

Azami: I mean, I guess so. But it’s pointless if our efficiency also drops because of that.

Hisoka: Zzz…

Sakyo: —Tch. We’ll disband for today. All of you, give some more thought into what you wanna do, got it?

-pause-

Masumi: … (What I want to do for a White Day event…) (Director is the first person I want to express my gratitude to. That’s why I want to do something that makes her happy.) (But I’m sure Director will like anything I do. She complimented me and gave me the okay for the letter writing idea I came up with earlier.) (But that’s not what I want. I want something that will make her happy from the bottom of her heart—) …The only thing I can think of is a play. *Sigh*…

-pause-

Sakuya: —And so, we’ve come up with even more plans…

Azami: Just like our first meeting, none of ‘em feel quite right.

Hisoka: …Nothing sticks out.

Misumi: Hmm… is the triangle shop no good after all?

Sakyo: We never said it’s no good. But that alone ain’t gonna fill up the whole day.

Masumi: … (Maybe a play is our only option…)

Azami: I’ve been thinkin’. Is doin’ a play like usual off the table? I mean, we’re a theatre troupe ‘n all.

Sakyo: I understand what you mean, but we’ve got 24 members… We were fortunate enough to line up everyone’s schedules. It’ll be hard to prepare the script and costumes for all 24 of us if we start now.

Sakuya: That’s very true. Our invitation to the event also came on such short notice…

Sakyo: Right. And even though it’s called a hall, I don’t think there’s any area that’s like a stage.

Hisoka: Is there not much space?

Sakyo: The layout is kinda complicated. Given the structure of the building, the organizers probably wanna use this event to see how it can be used.

Azami: Once again, I’m amazed at how flippant they are about this…

Sakuya: In any case, I’ll make a note of the play. If there aren’t any more ideas, then let’s close today’s meeting.

Hisoka: …Sure.

Masumi: …

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[chubbypie]

The play.

Teachers pet, kinda enemy to lovers.

Part 1.

Sumarry: you try for the role of Juliet at your university´s annual big play. But there is one problem, Professor Hiddleston. The man seems to hate you. And you don't have a clue why.

Warnings: none, yet 😏

Ps: It's my first time writing a two parts pece. English is not my first language, so pardon me if there are things incoherent. Hope you all have a blissful time reading it!!!

Wc: 3.5k

It was the last week of November, and the casting for the annual famous University´s play had started. And you though about trying for the main role.

As the day of the audition came, you and your friend, Amy, headed to the university´s theater. She wasn´t going to audition, she just went to support you.

As you entered the theater, it was full of girls. You told yourself that you were trying it just for fun, but deep in your mind, you knew you wanted the role. You started to panic. But the real anxiety came when you saw him, Professor Hiddleston, seating at the casting committee. Now you knew you surely wouldn´t get the role.

" Amy, look who is one of the casting people. It´s him!"

" y/n, he doesn´t hate you."

"Of course he does. Since the first day i stepped at this university! All my essays are short commented, rudely comented, i could say. I never got a maximum grade, no matter how hard i tryed, it´s like he has something against me."

"You do think highly of yourself, y/n. He has hundred of students, but he will not like specially you. He would search your essay between all of then to screw your grade." Your best friend said with sarcasm. You knew she was probably right. But still, it was to much of a coincidence. Two years of him being your teacher and always the same results.

Of course you wouldn´t confront him about it. Who were you to do something like that? He was the head of his departament, in one of the best colleges of the world! Probaly he would tell you how lucky you are to be in his class and maybe you didn´t studied enough, that´s why you didn´t get a maximum grade.

In reality, you were one of the best students of your class, only loosing to some guy who was repeting the semester. Nobody got maximum grade on his exams, but you got so close so many times that it bothered you. One time, you even saw him talking to some other girl, complementing her essay, saying it was well written, and with good arguments. She didn´t even went that well at his classes! You grew to hate him after some time. If you couldn´t please him, even giving your soul at your texts, you decided to start to ignore him at all.

It was your time to get on stage. With script in hand, you got up the stairs and looked forward, seeing him and other two female professors. Behind then was Amy, all smiles and thumbs up, mouthering for you to relax and have fun. The play this year would be Romeo and Juliet, following the tradition of always beeing some Sheakspeare one. The Romeo was already casted, and they were seeing who would have more chemistry with him. He got close to you and greeted. "Nice to meet you, i´m Ivan"

"Nice to meet you too, i´m y/n."

"You are so lucky you are already casted." You say with a smile and he chuckles. "Good luck." He says before the professors interupt your chat so you could begin the audution.

When you got out of the stage, one of the professors told you that the resoults would be anounced in a couple of days.

"How was i?" You asked Amy as you walked through the halls of the building. "You were good. I believe the odds are in your favor. By the way, how did you feel being on stage, even for an audition? Did you like it?"

"It feels incredible! It´s like i am a child againg and i´m playing some game, and you really get in to the spirit of the game, you know. I remember that one day a classmate of mine told me i wasn´t so good at it, so i desanimated, but i think i´ll try again this time." You confessed, but you put a smile on your face in the end.

"Do not listen to others, i bet that person was just a mean kid. Never listen to negative people." Amy said as she put a hand on your shoulder. You two lived at the same buildind, but not at the same floor. However, you spent all time togheter.

A couple of days passed, and you received the notice that you didn´t get the role. You spent the day upset, with Amy trying to cheer you up by buying you cocoa all the time, since it was winter.

The next day you were already better, having moved on. A week passed when you got a call from one professor of the casting committee, asking if you would still accept the role. She explained that the other girl who got the part had a serious fight with Ivan, so she quited, and you were one of their choises. You happily accepted. You were in pure extasy when you told Amy, and, at that night, you went to comemorate at your favorite restaurant. On the next day you got a text saying for you to be in the theater as soon as your classes were finished.

The end of the afternoon came. You got in the theater and headed to the stage. they gave you the whole script of the play and introduced you to the group of actors. Every one of them welcomed you with a warm hug.

You couldn´t believe this.

That day you were told the herealsals schedules and other things you needed to know.

When you were heading out of the theater, you felt Professor hiddleston´s gaze at you. You tried not to look at him before, at stage, but now, you looked back, holding the gaze for a fraction of second. He had an unreadable expression, the same as always when he rarely happened to look at you.

Weeks went by. Holidays came and went. The play would be in february, happening in four days: 9, 11, 14 and 16.

It was january, and you would rehease from monday to friday. The days of the presentation were coming, and you were growing more and more nervous. Amy would only come back from her parent´s house at february first, so, until there, you were by yourself.

Today Amy was coming back, and you decided to make a little feast for her, so you´d spent the day catching up.

The next day you went to the rehease, taking Amy with you, after she pestered you to. "Okay, just don´t drive attention to yourself, otherwise i will be in trouble." You warned. "Trust me, i´m as silent as a ghost."

You got on stage and looked for Ivan, who you now became very good friends with. "y/n, Ivan couldn´t make today, he said he is with a terrible headache since yesterday and can´t get out of bed, but tomorrow he said he´ll be here no matter what. In this case, today you will be reheasing with someone else, he will be here in a minute."

"Ok." You responded. You felt bad for Ivan.

After some time, distracted, you looked at your friend's direction an saw her face go pale. What happened to her? It seemed like she got terrible news. She nooded, so you would look to your side. On the moment you glanced to your left, you saw Professor Hiddleston standing right where Ivan should.

You couldn´t believe it.

Was it a joke?

An alusination?

Then you remembered your friend´s pale face. "Okay. Let´s start! Everyone, to your positions." Screamed one person of the director´s crew.

'It is just for a few hours, you can do this. Tomorrow Ivan will be here.' You though.

The reheasal began.

The professor was good. To good to be true. He didn´t need a script, he had all the Shakespeare plays in his head. Of courese he did!

You were intimidated by his performance. Why would they get any other Romeo when there was him?

As the play went by, you remebered specific scenes where some touching would be involved. You freezed at the thought.

You didn´t want to be touched by him. It terrified you. His coldness towars you had always beeing something that really made you unconfortable. You just didn´t want to admit it to not hurt yourself. You saw how nice he was to everyone, all smiles, laughs, complements all the time and nice notes on their essays. It seemed like he really, really, had something against you. So, thinking about the touching parts, or even the kiss, OH MY GOD, the KISS! It freeked you out!

The first touch came. A slight hands touching . Gosh, how his hands were warm!

The second touch. He hold tight your arm against his. You could feel his toned arm beside your torso.

Touches came and touches went by. And then, the kissing part. You were still, and he, like he was doing nothing much, leaned and gave you a long peck on your lips, while holding both of your arms. You froze for a second, blank expression.

The play continued.

At the end, your muscles were sore for being tense for so long.

"Hi, y/n. I hope i made a good Ivan substitute. I know my acting skills don´t even get near his." You heard a voice behind you as you untied your Elisabethan skirt that was on top of your grey sweatpants.

You stiffed again at his voice.

You continued untying and looked at him with indiference in your gaze.

"You were good, sir. Very good actually." You said trying to not sound nervous.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. I felt you really tensed today. I just wanted to say that you should relax more, don´t take this as a running marathon, just breath and enjoy the play. Relax more."

"I´ll do better tomorrow, sir." You said as you saw him leaving the stage.

"What was that?" Amy asked.

"Did i look nervous?"

"No, at least not in my opinion."

You explained why Ivan missed today and all the situation to your friend while you headed to have dinner.

"So, i have to ask, what did he tell you? At the end. I saw he came to you."

"He just told me that i was too tense and i should relax more. 'it´s not a running marathon'." You say imitating his voice.

While you were eating you noticed Amy was looking at you in a weird way.

"What?" You ask confused.

"Nah, it´s nothing." She glances down at her food.

"Hey. Say it. You can´t do that and just shut!"

"Fine. Soo, how was having Professor Hiddleston all touchy and stuff? I know you hate the man, but you can´t deny how yummi he is. I could see the jealousy on the face of his female professor collegues who were working at the play." She grinns devilishly.

"Amy! I´ll not answer that! I can´t believe you just asked me such thing!" You say a little irritated and shy at the same time.

"You ordered me to ask, it´s your fault." She says laughing. "Now answer me, how was he?"

"Well, to be honest, i was to nervous to notice much. In the first act, when he holded my hands, his were incredibly hot, or maybe mine was to cold, you know why." You say shyly.

"Gosh, i imagine they were soft."

"Actually, they were a little cauloused. I think it´s because of the gym. It must be because of it, he didn´t get that shape out of nowhere."

Your best friend laughed, as she never imagined she´d hear you talking about him in that way.

"But how was the kiss? That was what i´ve been really wondering!"

"You know, a normal kiss." You say as you feel your cheeks heat, then you took a sip of your drink and desviated your look.

"Sure, normal kisses always makes someone blush like this." She says teasingly.

"His lips are really thin, so i got a little of the taste of his beard too, to be honest. His nose brushed on mine, on the last scene."

"Well, i think that was enough for today, otherwise you´d be as red as a pepper." As she quietly mumbled that, you looked disaprovingly at her.

"Speaking of the devil..." Amy said as she looked behind you, seeing the professor entering the bar. In two years you had never seen him here. So you had an excuse to be shocked. Suddenly, he passed through your table.

"Hello, girls." He greeted with his usual polite smile and a wave of his hand.

"Hello." You both said at the same time. He seated near the wall. Aparently, he was expecting someone.

After five minutes, a couple and another woman showed. They all greated and sat togheter.

"I can´t believe this, our table give us privilege view to his!" Amy said excitedly.

"Hey, do not look at their direction." You whispered.

"Y/n, they do not have the same access to look at us so freely. Besides, we just wanna know what they are doing here."

"Talk for yourself."

"Uhum." She sarcastically hummed.

Soon you finished eating, then, ordered a desert.

"I don´t know, y/n. But he doesn´t seem confortable."

"What do you mean?"

"I think i just saw the woman on his side reach his hand under the table and he barely touched it. Actully, he more flinched away then touched."

"Well, maybe it´s his girlfriend and he is mad at her. And they are on a double date, that´s why of the other couple."

" Oh my god, i think i know what is happening! The couple is a friend of his and is trying to find a partner for him. It can´t be his girlfriend, otherwise they would be closer and he´d touch her, no matter how much mad he was at her, he doesn´t seems the tipe of guy who lacks communication. I think that, if he was mad, he would resolve it at the time. He wouldn´t give the silence treatment. He is to sweet for that." She says looking kindly to him.

You roll your eyes at her words.

When you finished your desert, you paid and headed to the exit. But just for curiosity, you glanced at his direction, seeing that he actually was unconfortable. His legs were positioned tightly togheter and hers was brushing his shamelessly, like if she didn´t care if anyone would see it.

You could say you felt bad for him. Wasn´t the other couple noticing his expression and his to curved shoulders?

Amy noticed you staring at them.

"Do you wanna save him?" She asked.

"What? No way! The man already hates me, imagine if i just went to talk to him while he is hanging out with his friends?"

"Girl, you know he is to much of a gentleman to give her false hopes. And his friends? He´s beeing kiking the guy´s foot who is seating next to him for a while now, and he just seems to mouth to him to relax more and stuff."

"Come on, the man is clearly almost being harassed."

"He is a big boy, he can handle it by himself. Besides, he has his friends who are seeing what is happening."

"To relax more." You gave a small chuckle remembering what he told you earlier.

"Don´t be a meanni. Come on, i´ll go with you. Just say you´d like to ask him some things about the play, and it has to be now, because you wanna hearearse it at home sitll today. Ask if he can give you any tips on how to relax more."

"You really though this through it seems. " You say looking at her.

"Maybe, maybe not. I guess we´ll nevr know." She innocently says.

At her words, you decided to go. He already didn´t treat you to well, how could it be worse? And if it gets to bad, you can just change classes after all.

You and your friend approach his table. The professor and the other three people look at you.

"Hi." You say extremely embarased.

"Hi." They all responded.

Your friend touched your lower back to remeber you why you were doing that.

"W-Well, sorry bothering you, but i-i really need to speak to Mr. Hiddleston, it´s about the play. It´s important!"

You felt like you could die, right there, at that moment. He looked at you with his unreadable expression that apparently he saved just for you. He got up and excused himself to a place near the bathrooms, where there was no loud noise.

"What do you need to say, y/n?" He said in an emotioneless voice.

"I was thinking about what you said early, at the theater, about relaxing more during the play. I wanted to know if you have any tips to give to me, since you do know what you do on stage." You say with an involuntary submissive look. Always looking up. Your slight size difference being noticeable now.

"In my opinion, get used to the script. If you know the play really well, you fell like you can 'play' with it. You can feel what and how should be done with each scene. Adding to it, do some breathing exercises before getting on stage, also stretch, maybe. Wear something more warm, perhaps can help." He responded to your question in kind of a confused face (and something else you didn't recognise). Maybe he was wondering: Did you really interrupted my night out just to ask me this?

"Th-thank you for your tips, sir. I´m sorry again for interrupting your dinner. It´s just that i wanna rehearse it tonight already, to get more used before the day of the play." You answer with a teethless smile.

"Ok, if that´s all, i shall return to my table. Good night, y/n." He said coldly.

"Good night, sir."

As he headed to his table, you couldn´t believe in what you just had made. He looked kinda angry to be honest. Not looking you in the eye and stuff. You coud feel he´d rather be enywhere else than there, having this little conversation with you. Jesus, did he really hated you that much?

[zgvlt]

stick to the script sebek zigvolt x reader

summary: You and Sebek don't quite get how you're supposed to play your respective roles when you can't stop arguing with each other

tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, rivals with mutual pining, repressed people, AU: no magic, AU: theatre, kissing, 1.7k+ words, not beta read

author’s note (see end notes for more): trying something new? i usually write sebek softly, and i don't really write dynamics like this, so i thought i would try it for fun + practice... i also just really want to write more theatre AUs the rook fic was not enough

[you can also read this on AO3]

Sebek couldn't tell anyone how he got into this situation in the first place. One minute he's getting recruited for their school's theatre club due to his good projection and wonderful diction, then he's telling his seniors that he doesn't have the time for such frivolous activities, and the next thing you know he's learning his lines and arguing with you about how to go about a scene.

Well, technically he knows what convinced him to join—Malleus and Lilia, the two seniors he respected most. They both said something along the lines of... exerting his energy somewhere productive?

Sebek never considered that he would have a talent for art—he's aware that his drawings dare not compare to the portraits he's seen in museums, his writing dare not compare to the poetry and prose of his favorite books. Still, perhaps something like this was doable. All he had to do was memorize these lines, right? The action scenes were relatively easy, too—of course they were! He was in the martial arts club, after all!

Besides, his seniors said they would watch him, so obviously he had to...

"Sebek, it's just like you to slack off when your precious seniors aren't in sight," you said, clicking your tongue as you strolled in the dressing room. "Shouldn't you be practicing? The Sevens know you need it."

At the sound of your irritating voice, Sebek immediately regretted joining the production. He should have not signed up at all, even if it meant disappointment on the ends of Malleus and Lilia. How could he even think to do good, no, passable with you of all people as his... stage partner, he would settle calling it.

"I just can't get rid of you, can I?" he retorted, snarling in response, "FIRST you follow me from elementary to high school, SECOND you appear in all my classes, THIRD you join the debate society after I do, and NOW in theatre?!"

"As if!" you huffed, smacking your script onto the vanity table. The thickness of the papers created a resounding thud. 

In the back of his mind, Sebek compared his copy of the script—binded nicely in a clear folder, the plastic sheets keeping them from being dirtied—to yours—bookbinded, with tabs and markings all over. Were you trying to brag, to deliberately show that you read through it more often than him?!

 "You're the one who's following me!” you insisted, with your typical response of trying to turn the tables back on him. “You just can't get enough of me, can you? I mean, I don't blame you. If I wasn't around, your life would be so boring."

He loathed you, he told himself.

"You must be the vainest human I've ever met." 

You grinned then—that cheeky, fiery one that you only ever threw at him, and none of those sickly sweet smiles that you presented to everyone else when you wanted someone to swoon over you. 

"Better vain than delusional, Sebek," you looked at the mirror to begin fixing your appearance, and by his mistake he looked at you through your mirror as well. "Stop staring at me—we should be productive."

He ignored your first comment—it was entirely your fault for being distracting, intrusive, like an invasive species. Anyway, this wouldn't be the first time either one of you had done this routine. He could put aside his... loathing of you for a mutual interest.

"From scene 3?"

"Scene 3, line 17," you specified. It annoyed Sebek, even though he was exactly the type of person to do the same unto you given the chance. "Start already!"

Sebek knew he was supposed to be looking at you in this scene and that you were supposed to be looking at you, too, but he could only withstand looking at your reflection. By the looks of it, by where your eyes were directed, you felt about the same. 

He was sure if he had to lock eyes with you, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sebek began, performing his part by memory. He knew you would scold him for reading through the script when he’s had a whole month to memorize him. Never mind that everyone else was willing to give the both of you some slack for not being a part of the drama club in the first place—anything you could do, he could do better.

“Why shouldn’t I?” you replied, with as much sweetness as you could muster in your voice. It sickened Sebek, how perfectly you could falsify that tone, a loveliness directed at him that made his stomach churn and his head spin. “We made a promise, didn’t we? Wherever one goes–”

“–the other follows,” Sebek continued, attempting to emulate the same tone as you. You scrunch your face for a moment, but by the way you don’t try to correct him he knows he’s said the line exactly how you wanted him to. 

“I know that, and I know I can’t stop you from coming along, but—”

“Sebek,” you were clicking your tongue again, and as he watched you through the mirror he thought, for the nth time today, of how annoying you were. “You messed up the line—you always mess up this line. Haven’t you gotten used to it already?!”

Sebek flushed red in anger—it was one thing to be wrong, and it was another to be told by you, as though you were disappointed in him, as if you had expectations of him.

“Like, come on Sebek! Get a grip!”

“Do you know how hard it is to call you these… names?! You of all people?”

“Well it’s difficult for me too!” you exclaimed, standing up only to face him properly, finally ready to throw all your emotions at him. “Do you think it’s easy for me to look you in the eye and call you darling and my beloved?

“But I’m at least trying to say them as naturally as possible! If you don’t wanna be replaced, you better start working on doing the same… honey.”

The pet name should have sounded awkward coming from your mouth with how you forced yourself to spit it out, but Sebek’s ears must have been malfunctioning today. Like the substance you mentioned, the word came out viciously viscous, and with every drop of attention you gave him—the huffs and puffs and glares and stares—he lapped it all up, as if watching to see if you would finally break first.

“As if you could find anyone to replace me, dear,” Sebek commented haughtily, knowingly, “maybe YOU’RE the problem, have you considered that? Maybe I’ll get myself a different partner, then!”

Never mind that should either one of you leave, the other gets no real say on the replacement; never mind that should either one of you leave, the other will clearly do so as well.

With all your fighting, nobody knows you as intimately and deeply as he does. That is to say, nobody else will know just how bothersome and downright maddening you could be.

“Will you, now?” You don’t even sound doubtful anymore, don’t even try to pretend. 

With all your fighting, nobody knows him as intimately and deeply as you do.

“I suppose I pity who you end up being partnered with, then,” you feigned a sigh, “having to pair up with someone who always has a stick up his ass.”

“Better than someone who always wants to have it their way,” he replied in unkind, “always wants to have the last say, can’t stand the fact that someone is capable of being better than them.”

You grit your teeth, and Sebek stared at your mouth, eyes trained on the movement of your lips.

“Gods, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“YOU’RE the one who won’t stop talking when I’m just trying to practice our script!” he stood up from his seat, as if preparing to leave you alone in the dressing room. “You’re wasting my breath with this.”

“Then do us both a favor and stop talking.”

It’s an invitation for something. The most logical as to what for would be to continue arguing with you, to call you a hypocrite or some other word in the thesaurus synonymous with your name. 

Ruling with his head, however, is hardly ever an option around you.

“As long as you stop talking as well.”

And then Sebek takes a few steps forward, smashing your lips together. He’s unsure if this should count as a loss against you—him being the first to initiate this—or if he’s won with how quickly you reciprocate the act. 

Sebek, if caught in this position with you—his hands cupping your face, yours perched atop his shoulders—would claim that he had not expected the argument to end like this. However, nobody had entered the room, so there would be no need for anyone to question his honesty.

He’s burning brightly, and the warmth on his hand, lighting his fingertips aflame can come from nowhere but your neck and cheeks.

He’s lost. He’s definitely lost, but when you pull him closer he knows that so have you.

Sebek makes a sound of irritation as your lips leave his, and in the midst of catching your breath you whisper, “you’re annoying.”

Then you lean in again, because apparently you like kissing people you find annoying. 

You said that last time, too—or perhaps it was vexatious you had called him. Whatever it was didn’t matter too much as last time, you also insisted there would be no next time. He supposed nothing was definite in the four walls of the dressing room.

Or the four walls of any other room.

When Sebek breaks away from the kiss, masking the pants of his breath and resting his forehead against yours with far more intimacy than he should allow to happen, he wants to tell you it was awful. You didn’t ask, but he knows it would irk you to hear it, and he knows it would lead to another heated argument.

That heated argument would turn into you trying to prove him wrong, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t tell you it was awful—because it would lead to him kissing you again.

That, and, because he would be lying if he said it was awful. He has no intention of telling you, however, that it was anything but.

“You’re the bane of my existence,” Sebek confesses, and you smile as though you had gotten exactly where you wanted to be with him. 

“The feeling’s mutual.”

my other (softer & longer) sebek fics: [one] [two] my rook x theatre actor reader fic

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[ 1 ] My past Sebek one-shots, they've all had reader be very nice to Sebek, because I want people to be nice to Sebek and he deserves good and sweet people in his life. I also had Sebek warm up to them very quickly. This time, I went with the opposite -> Sebek and Reader who have known each other for years but still argue everyday. It just seemed fun, so I wrote it.

[ 2 ] The general prompt I was going for was "two people who are very repressed and can't accept that their feelings towards some can change, and maybe it's because they're afraid of change". Of course I don't really explore it, but hopefully I've hinted at the fact that they're very much into each other it's just... easier for them like this.

[ 3 ] I also wanted to write a different reader this time, someone kind of insufferable. You might wonder if it's just to Sebek, and you can imagine what you want, but I think it's more fun if reader genuinely is kind of smug and a bit of a know-it-all, they're just more self aware than Sebek is.

[ 4 ] I wondered if I should call them "enemies" but as much as they would insist on it, they don't hate each other, they don't try to ruin each other's lives or anything. They compete, they argue, and they kiss on the side 🤷‍♀️ They challenge and motivate each other.

[ 5 ] No basis for what play/musical they're doing since I didn't want to restrict myself. In my imagination, though, there were action sequences, and Sebek and reader fought other characters on stage together.

[ 6 ] "How often do they kiss" uhhh enough for Sebek to not freak out about it too much (in front of you), make your guesses

Anyway, if you have any further questions about reader and Sebek for this fic feel free to drop and ask I probably have the answer in my head nyehehe

[anonymousboxcar]

TTTE AU: Cockade the Actor

Recently, I’ve been playing around with an au!Diesel 10 that fits into a more RWS-type world. Known as D810, or Cockade, he isn’t villainous or bigoted against steam engines. This is in part because he noticed a growing disdain for diesel-hydraulics such as him, thus realizing he wasn’t in too dissimilar of a boat.

Where most of his class didn’t survive, Cockade did. He was a warm, affable engine who endeared himself to many people. He was also something many of his siblings weren’t: a minor celebrity.

Ever since a background appearance in a local commercial, Cockade wanted to be an actor. He pushed to appear in more commercials, instructional tapes, and TV episodes B.R. used to drum up good PR. These amounted to only several seconds of screen time apiece, but he loved it. He loved becoming a character, embodying part of a story. He thought it could help him work toward the silver screen.

And eagle-eyed rail fans recognized him in all his roles. He developed a small following that advocated on his behalf, working to get him — and at his urging, as many of his siblings as possible — preserved.

He never lost his passion for acting, nor his dream of a “big break.” So when the producers of a project called Thomas & The Magic Railroad came knocking, he all but threw himself at them.

His heritage railway loaned him out to the producers, who gave him his character’s — Diesel 10’s — livery and excavator claw. His enthusiasm and flair for dramatics proved infectious on set. He had only one serious hiccup: he tried method acting.

He didn’t mean any harm by it. He only wanted to try out a new technique; he wanted his first ever film performance to be his best and most convincing. But for all his good intentions, acting like his villainous character 24/7 got on everyone’s nerves.

Thomas, playing himself in the film, got fed up. “Do you want to ‘method act’ some bent buffers, too? I can help you with that.”

Cockade stared at him. “What?”

“The script calls for it, doesn’t it?”

“But that’s — oh. Ohhh.”

It was the wake-up call Cockade needed. Embarrassed, he apologized for his behavior and saved his acting for the cameras.

While still somewhat miffed at first, Thomas softened after Cockade helped him through some stage fright without any judgement. Cockade respected Thomas’ tenacity and sense of responsibility in turn. The two had a similar sense of humor, making each other laugh between takes and teasing the others.

He and Thomas also became close to Sarah, a recent custom-built engine cast as Lady. She gave as good as she got with their teasing, while also becoming interested in the technical aspects of film production and writing. Her perspective on something in the script was always fresh and helpful (even if it was critical).

The engines playing Splatter and Dodge — who didn’t have names of their own, and liked their characters’ names enough to adopt them — came out of their shells at everyone’s encouragement. They loved to ad-lib scenes with Cockade, and they contemplated going into improv comedy once their work was done with TATMR.

A good time was had by all. Cockade felt very satisfied with himself and the overall production, delighting in having so many new friends and connections in show business.

And then the film bombed at the box office.

These days, Cockade says it was a valuable lesson: there’s a lot of moving parts to a film production, and nothing can be perfect. You can only do your best with the part you have. What matters is that you had fun and you gained more experience.

It took him some time to absorb this lesson, though. He wondered if he could’ve done something more, if he could’ve helped. He feared this was the end of his career.

“I’ve been working towards this my entire life,” he said late one night. “I had plan, a vision, of my career. This was my chance at the big time. And now that I’ve had a taste of it, it’s all up in smoke.”

Sarah nudged him. “You read the books, yeah? Look at how many times Mr. Number One over there messed up. He’s still doing alright.”

Thomas only rolled his eyes a little. “My foul-ups did me a world of good, actually. I wouldn’t be famous if those stories didn’t get out.”

“Besides, so what if that’s it for your career or whatever?” Splatter asked. “You’ve been at the bottom.”

“S’not so bad down there. You’ll have us, for one,” Dodge said, grinning. “And if you went up that incline before, you can do it again.”

“…I can,” Cockade said after a pause. “Thanks to all of you.”

In the end, lots of people still liked his performance as Diesel 10. At his request, his heritage railway put him back into D10’s livery for “Day Out With Thomas” events. He auditioned and got to act in other, smaller productions. While typecast as a villain for some time, he considered that a small price to keep doing what he loved.

He still visits Sodor every now and then, both as himself and as Diesel 10. Thomas is always happy to see him. They often chat about how Sarah’s doing as a railway consultant in television writing. Other times, they listen together to Splatter & Dodge’s latest improv comedy podcast released online.

Cockade’s big break didn’t go as he imagined it, but that’s alright. He doesn’t need the glitz and glamour of Hollywood anymore to have a fulfilling career. To him, the fulfillment comes from the wonderful people he meets along the way.

“And failure is never forever,” he tells people, smiling. “It’s always an opportunity — if you let it be one.”

[slylock-syl]

hallo!! i have a class where i get to work on a single, big independent project and i’m planning on making a comic. under/source has been one of my favorites for a long time so i was just wondering how you started out making it and the process and any tips etc etc. my teacher said a 22-page series would suffice and i have ibispaint and procreate at my disposal. thanks!! <3<3

dskjgLSKDJ A! I'm honored!

The way I started everything was more or less I forced myself to sit down and work on it, cuz I knew if I didn't I would procrastinate it into oblivion and never start it-

First I make sure I have the plot figured out and scripted out so drawing the scenes goes (relatively) smooth, always keep in mind rewrites can be done at ANY stage if needed! If I get stuck somewhere or need to think, often I'll get up and pace around the room just thinking. If I get REALLY stuck then I'll leave the section alone to return to it later and continue writing other scenes.

For the drawing stage, personally I break down the process amongst multiple days, having a schedule to stick to REALLY helps me X'D I use Clip Studio myself so my process may differ a bit.

Day 1: The roughest sketch imaginable, where the pages are planned out in the loosest, stick figured sketches for basic planning

Day 2: Find and place any assets I may need in the pages, like new brushes or objects, models/posing, etc

Day 3: Rough sketch time, where the stick figures actually become something I can turn into line art

Day 4: Line art day, where I usually complete all the line art and some other character details

Day 5: Coloring day, I do ALL the coloring for both the characters and the backgrounds, and finish any other character details

Day 6: Everything else because posting is in a few hours! XD, any background shading/modifications, character shading/modifications, the borders, text, and any other FX or details

Day 7: Day off, either a complete day off or a day 100% reserved for doing any other work (commissions, other comic work/projects, etc)

That's more or less my full process! Some steps can definitely be consolidated into less days but this seems to work best for my brain XD Good luck on your project! 💜

[lcs-library]

I'VE BEEN LOVING THIS!! LC could i ask if possible one pomegranate and green tea for Tsuzuru as in, you know, the usual reader? and theeeeen could you do coffee for him again but with Haruna sob I don't have much of her but I trust you with my life ksdhchjk basic info is those two are a super slowburn, she's a med student and has a similar personality to tsumugi <3 love uuuuuuuu take your time no rush!!

WAHHHHH HI EMMMM<33333. You want…. Me??? To write Haruna??? Ueueueue…….. I’m so honored…. I hope I did her justice!!

Request rules

Request game

Pomegranate: answered here!

Green Tea: How do they comfort their s/o?

🖋️ Tsuzuru’s one of the best when it comes to comfort I think.

🖋️ He heard you had a bad day and he’s already at your side rubbing your back and asking if you want to talk about it.

🖋️ That said, he definitely goes into older brother mode and can and will treat you like a child on instinct.

🖋️ He’ll get you something to drink and tell you to be careful not to burn your tongue in the softest tone of voice, and make sure you don’t spill, even though you’re fully capable of handling it.

🖋️ He will also not leave you alone, he’s constantly at your side, you’re stuck with him. Sorry. He’s worried. He wants you to be okay.

🖋️ He seems like the type to already know your preferences and will follow them to a T.

🖋️ You prefer physical affection? He’s got you in his arms, patting your head, making sure you feel safe and grounded. You want a distraction? He’s already turning on your favorite movie and grabbing a snack.

🖋️ He’ll definitely talk you down from the situation until you’re calm again, offering you simple decisions to make, and putting the issue into a new perspective.

🖋️ “See, there you go, we’re all good now, right? Did you get everything out?” He asks gently, smiling even as your eyes are puffy and red from crying. You nod, and he sighs, relieved, as he ruffles your hair. “Good job, I’m proud of you,” he praises, kissing your forehead.

🖋️ And ofc it all ends in you two falling asleep on the couch ehehe<33

Coffee: Do they get jealous? How do they show it?

🖋️ I’m setting this during the pining stage you can’t stop me

🖋️ Tsuzuru’s not really the type to get jealous, honestly. He’s really chill about that sort of thing.

🖋️ That said, after becoming friends with Haruna, he’s surprised to find this feeling in his gut when some of the male students in her classes start trying to hit her up.

🖋️ Even when it’s simple things like asking her to a mixer, there’s this odd way his stomach starts to turn, unsure of how he feels about the idea of her going.

🖋️ What if she finds someone there? What if she likes them, and they like her back? What if they want to hurt her? Maybe she wouldn’t care, and she’d end up stuck in some torturous cycle, and she could end up living an awful life. He didn’t want that.

🖋️ Any friend would… right?

🖋️ But then why did his heart start to ache at the thought of her introducing him to a partner? Why did it hurt to imagine her leaving him? Wait, they weren’t even dating, why was he imagining a breakup? He didn’t even like her in that way!

🖋️ …right?

🖋️ “Tsuzuru? You alright there? Kentaro was asking if you wanted to come to karaoke with us!”

🖋️ Haruna’s voice snapped him out of his spiral of thoughts.

🖋️ “A-ah, no, I’m good. The next script for the company is due soon, so I’ve gotta head home soon anyway. Maybe next time, though,” he replied, his hand finding its way to the back of his neck.

🖋️ “You promise?” She asked jokingly.

🖋️ “Yeah, I promise,” he said with a grin, holding up his pinky on instinct.

🖋️ Haruna blinked for a moment, only to link her pinky with his, giggling.

🖋️ And when she let go, Tsuzuru couldn’t help but want more than their pinkies to touch.

[shoot-me-now-or-shoot-me-later92]

• “Much Ado About Everything”•

Summary: London current days. You finally decide to start a basic acting class as hobby, you would never believe where this experience will lead you and especially the luck will bring you in the near future. Both in your career and love. But life isn’t all puppy dogs and rainbows…

Relationship: Pedro Pascal x (f) reader (y/n)

Warning: None for this chapter, maybe some cursing.

Tags: cursing, mention to anxiety.

Words count: 1,330

Notes: This is the first time I’m writing after almost 15 years. I’m sorry for any error or mistake, English is not my first language. I was inspired by something that is actually happening to me adding a bit of fantasy. I hope you’ll enjoy it! :)

~ Chapter one ~

You couldn’t believe this was happening. “Just luck” you thought staring blankly to nothing.

Last year you forced yourself to do something for you, something to enjoy and entertain yourself: signing up to acting classes. You always loved cinema, the core of it, how movies were made, scripts, pre and postproduction and you always had an interest in acting but you never believed you could be any good. This time, something changed: “It will be just as a hobby. I’ll meet new people, hopefully make some good friends and sharing the same interests!”. So you did. The course went by quickly, you moved from basic to intermediate, from character building to stage techniques.

You were loving it!

At the end of the year, your teacher organised and prepared all the students to stage a play:

“Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespear.”

You were Beatrice who falls in love with Benedict.

On the same day of the premiere, Marcus, your teacher spoke to all of you with good news:

“I took a step forward and I have invited few friends from the industry to come and see the play.

I know you were expecting something more intimate and low key, but one of them is a talent scout and one... a Hollywood actor.”

The tension in the room spiked up and you all started chatting and trembling with anxiety.

“Alright alright, calm down! I didn’t want to tell you and spoil the surprise! I thought you were going to be excited; I didn’t think I was going to cause destress! Just enjoy the evening, don’t think about anything I said, do everything you did during the rehearsal and especially… HAVE FUN!”

Your friend Martha started whispering to you “Who do you think the actor is?” “I don’t know, I don’t want to even think about it, or I’ll freak out. Plus, if I have to be entirely honest, I don’t care about the actor but more about the talent scout. If this person is here I guess they are looking for someone for a minor part or something like that!” You said while creaking your fingers.

The play was a success and all of you seemed to have forgotten what Marcus said at the beginning.

The theatre was small and there were probably around 100 people among friends and family.

You were all happy and satisfied with how it went, especially Marcus.

All of you rushed to the backstage hugging, laughing, screaming, releasing all the tension tat was built up for months! Marcus entered the room and behind him two people following him. He joined the hug and congratulated each of you.

“I can’t express enough how happy I am with how this evening went! Everything was perfect: except for you David farting on stage during the scene!” everyone laughed. “Hey! That was intentional! It was to break the silence and save the moment!” David said ironically.

But it was true, you were not that happy because the silence during the scene was caused by you forgetting the line. You panicked, but David “gas release” gave you the time to look at Marcus to give you the line while the audience was laughing.

“Yeah… sorry guys!” you said crossing your arms and looking at your feet.

“Don’t be silly Y/N! It could have happened to anyone; the most important thing is that we found a way to improvise and save the moment as a team… even though it was David’s fart!” Martha said squeezing your shoulders. You laughed but It didn’t make you feel better though.

“It’s not like you fell, broke a rib and had to continue acting like nothing happened while in total and visible pain! Believe me, that is the worse, talking from experience.” It was the voice of one of the two people behind Marcus. None of you really paid attention when they entered the room behind him, you were all too excited, but in that exact moment you all looked at where the voice was coming from and there he was: Pedro Pascal.

Jaw dropped and eyes out of the orbit. You all knew him of course, but none of you could believe he was there, I mean, a shitty play from a minor theatre company. Marcus must have had very good friends in the past.

Pedro winked and smiled at you to make you feel better. You were out of words. “So don’t think about it, no one noticed it, you were great!” he added, and you blushed. “You were all great guys! Qudos to all of you!” he said looking at everyone to break your clear embarrassment to the compliment.

“Guys, this is Lynda Erkiletian, she is a talent scout looking for new faces for an upcoming project. And of course… I guess he doesn’t need an introduction: Mr Pedro Pascal, my dear friend from NYU.”

Everyone thanked and approached Lynda and Pedro sharing compliments and questions. The night ended going out to a pub till. You were all impressed by how Lynda and Pedro were so easy going and approachable. You went back home drunk, lying on your bed with a big smile and thinking what an incredible experience you just had.

The next morning you woke up in complete hangover and with a mix feeling of happiness and sadness for realising that the course ended, and that the experience was already just a memory. Back to reality, it was Sunday and from tomorrow you were starting over your boring office job.

You filled your mug with some hot strong coffee and you sat on the kitchen chair contemplating the absolute nothing. Zooming out, you were remembering every bit of last night with a smile and absent eyes.

The moment was interrupted by your phone buzzing. You look at the screen: It was Marcus.

You answered with a cracked voice: “Hello teacher!” “Hello my dear, how’s this morning going? From how much you drank last night and your voice I bet you are in pain!” laughing.

“Jesus Christ Marcus, keep it down, my head is exploding!” you said placing your hand on your forehead.

“Well, if your head is exploding now, wait until I give you the news… you’ll be bloooown”

“What’s that? What did I do? What happened, SPEAK YOU DEVIL!” you never liked being left with anticipation and guessing.

“Let’s just say that you gave a very good impression to Lydia and Pedro last night..” you could hear his smirk over the phone.

“What you mean? They barely spoke to me after the play.” You were confused as they spent the night talking to Martha and David thinking that they were the “chosen ones”.

“True, but apparently it was done on purpose as they kept an eye on you during and after the play to see what kind of person you are without giving a hint or pressuring it.”

“Shut up.” You said. “What?!” Marcus replied. “I was drunk, a fucking idiot, Marcus! I thought they were into Martha and David so I didn’t bother at all!”

“Well… I guess that’s what they were looking for and they liked you for who you truly were last night!” he said, and you couldn’t think of anything to say, your mind was already spinning and your heart racing.

“Anyway, before you start throwing up, they want to meet you for dinner tonight and Lydia wants to talk about a small part in a movie with Pedro, if you are interested. I’ll be there with you, don’t worry. I’ll give you the lines if you freeze again!” he laughed.

You couldn’t believe that was happening. How could it be? You?! You never took this course seriously; it was just a hobby. Yes you liked it very much but you never thought it could become anything else than just a nice experience.

“Just luck” you thought hanging up on Marcus after a quick “ok”, leaving your phone on the table you kept staring at nothing.

In shock.

A lucky shocking moment.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 11 🕺🏼

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

One time when I was in third grade, I randomly decided to pair up two people in my class. No real reason, I just wanted to see if it worked. So, I wrote a love letter to one of them and signed from the other. I put it on his shelf.

Now, here’s the thing: I accidentally left it on the wrong shelf. I left it on the shelf next to his. The girl who got it, she CLEARLY could read that it was adressed to him. But was she a normal person who realized it was put on the wrong shelf and gave it back? NO. She went to the TEACHER about this.

Now, uh… some extra context. I didn’t just write a love letter. I at first drew a picture of stick figures fighting, so that I would ”make him more interested”. And I guess this girl was shocked over the stick figures fighting.

The teacher recognized my handwriting I guess, and she confronted me about it. I was like ”my name is not even on it??” because, again, I was trying to pair up two people in my class, I pretended the love letter was from someone else. She didn’t believe me and was like ”tell me. Is it that you might have a crush on him? 😉” and I was like … ??? I signed it with someone else’s name, OBVIOUSLY I wanted to pair THEM up.

Also neither part of the two people I wanted to pair up ever found out about this. All because I put the goddamn letter on the wrong shelf and the girl who got it was a tattle tale who ruined everything

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

Reminds me of when I was mad at someone and I decided to write a hateful letter that I put on her shelf. But then I was afraid it would come off as targeting, so I wrote letters to OTHERS too, INCLUDING TO MYSELF so that I would seem innocent.

✌🏼 arodarmivida Follow

You two are my idols.

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🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

When I have a kid I wanna raise them nonbinary, until they are old enough to decide a gender of their own, or not, or switch between different ones if that’s what they feel like! 🩷

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

WOW this did not reach the right crowd…

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🎤 singing-is-who-i-am Follow

Knowing lots of europeans they’ve been trying to get me to vote for their countries in Eurovision (since you can vote anywhere in the world nowadays).

Anyway, they are always like ”vote for Italy!! No, vote for Spain!!”

And like. At this point I tbh rather vote for Sweden.

🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

Violetta if you DARE to vote for Sweden I will break up with you.

🎤 singing-is-who-i-am Follow

We are not dating?

🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

I will break up with you as a friend.

Platonic breakup.

Period.

🌟 supernova-number-one Follow

Smooth.

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🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Stuff me and my childhood friends have performed on stage as kids:

- This unclear skit where we said a spell to turn me into Santa. I lost my last baby tooth during that.

- We sang ”best friend” by Toy Box. Or, ”sang”, we mimicked to it because we couldn’t speak english. We also didn’t know the implications of that song.

- We did an entire play all improvised. Everyone thought we had it scripted. It was the best thing we ever performed

- I wanted to be a magician for a while. She was my assistant. We did some pretty cool magic tricks

- We decided to roller skate on a small stage. It worked, but everyone was afraid we were gonna fall

- The microphone throwing incident™️

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

I think of the microphone throwing incident often

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

And you’re not gonna tell us about that incident?

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

Nope.

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

You had to be there.

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🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

I think two of my teachers are secretly fucking

🎤 singing-is-who-i-am Follow

If this is about my aunt and Pablo… then well. Yeah.

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

NO THIS IS ABOUT PABLO AND GREGORIO

👩🏻‍🦱 dangerously-beautiful-ant Follow

HELP

🏍️ entre-dos-mundos Follow

DO NOT TELL DIEGO ABOUT THIS

#Please say he does not have a Tumblr #LUDMILA IF YOU SEE THIS DON’T YOU DARE SCREENSHOT AND SEND TO HIM

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✌🏼 arodarmivida Follow

Having your girlfriend also having been your best friend since middle school means she knows ALL about your awkward phases and moments… I cannot hide anything from her.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

I was even more cringe, come on.

We’re in this together🩷

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

I can imagine you two being even more cringe than what you are now. I’m glad I didn’t go through awkward phases or had embarrassing moments like everyone else in middle school.

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Remember when you fell on your roller skates while skating literally 10 meters per hour?

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

AND HE TOLD ME HE NEVER EVER FELL AND THAT HE WAS ALWAYS PRO AT ROLLER SKATING.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Matteo is just a clown thinking he knows everything

😎 rapmiro Follow

Hey! I don’t like you speaking to my friend like that! He is very good and he does know a lot!

✌🏼 arodarmivida Follow

Then marry him.

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Why do I bother joining your reblogs, it always takes some really weird turn-

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Admit it, Ámbar. You like it. You like seeing us cause a mess. You like it both irl and online. It’s only online that you can admit it.

💍 queenoftherink Follow

See I am this close to blocking all of you and also start a new Tumblr account because What is happening right now. What is the subject? Why are you like this?

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Do you think god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created?

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🌟 supernova-number-one Follow

What do you do when you wake up with an… intimate dream about someone and you’ve never had any fantasy about them like that before

🎤 singing-is-who-i-am Follow

A hot tip is to not post it on Tumblr where everyone you know is following you, cause we are nosy.

🌟 supernova-number-one Follow

Not true! Everyone I know don’t even have Tumblr!

🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

Don’t change the subject. We can and we will figure it out. Thanks for telling us!

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🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

Sometimes I look at my biological aunt and I am like. Wow. You knew me when I was a baby. Maybe you babysat me at some point.

Because she is just… this cold human who seems to hate everyone else. And to imagine she at some point probably had to watch me during the day while my parents needed to run some errands feels… SO weird.

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

She’s also caught me in the most weirdest situations. I am lucky now that she can’t see me.

The other day I had a tampon up my nose while she was in her once per month hour visitation at our house. I walked inside the room she was in and noticed her there. I was stiff for a moment, feeling like I needed to explain myself.

She and I have a very strained relationship, but she tries to better herself. So she was like ”I know those footsteps… is it you, Luna?”

I was like ”Yeah…”

”How are you feeling?”

”Good…”

I was waiting for her to bring up the elephant in the room, and then I realized ”oh wait… she can’t see me…” and then I sighed in relief.

📸 felicityfornow Follow

But why DID you have a tampon up your nose?

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

I got a nosebleed from accidentally punching myself when I tried to open a very hard cap on a bottle

📸 felicityfornow Follow

Ok, so why…

You know what? Sounds pretty reasonable. I’m also glad your aunt couldn’t see you, even if it’s also a bit tragic she can’t see…

👩🏻‍🦱 dangerously-beautiful-ant Follow

Sorry if this question is personal, and if it is you’re totally allowed to not reply. I am just curious: How did she lose her eyesight?

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

She burned her eyes trying to burn the house down

👩🏻‍🦱 dangerously-beautiful-ant Follow

Oh. Well, I guess that explains why she only has an hour of visitation once a month. Thank you for replying.

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🍓 chico-fresa Follow

I have talked to several people that apparently did some really weird thing when they sat in the car as kids, and even still do it:

When sitting in the passenger seat, they apparently look out the window and... imagine this imaginary creature or imaginary human running next to the car, sliding on the railings, sometimes skateboarding/snowboarding... just doing all this strange parkour.

Why do you do this? It sounds super weird?

✌🏼 arodarmivida Follow

So when you look out the window on a car trip you just imagine nothing????????

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Yeah? I just see what I see passing by, I don't think about a random imaginary creature doing parkour on stop signs and railings

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

You had a boring childhood, man. Life is so much more fun if you imagine the little things.

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

When I was younger I even pretended imaginary people jumping between houses where I walked, or clung onto airplanes! xD

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

But like... why?

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

BECAUSE IT'S FUN.

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Yeah, even I did this. Now, I imagine someone roller skating rather than running. I saw them skating on the road first and foremost at a car speed, and jumped at any obstacle. It helped me imagine new tricks I could do.

And yes, it was a lot of fun, too. It was an escapism for some of us who really needed some escapism to cope with our everyday life. A little warmth in the cold.

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Well I guess I could get that, but I never had escapism. I just lived the way I lived and stayed in reality at all times.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Sometimes I am hit with the reality that some people are not born with any imagination whatsoever. I pity them.

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

I have imagination!!! I just didn't imagine fake people doing parkour next to the car.

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

But you have to admit your imagination is boring.

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🧢 everythingscominguponmaxi Follow

I had an interesting dream last night.

Apparently there was this philosophy that there was only one normal person that you knew. If you didn’t know anyone, you were the normal person.

This caused people to question what is normal and what is not.

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

So there’s really only one normal person on earth?

🧢 everythingscominguponmaxi Follow

No, who is considered normal depends on the person, but the philosophy states that everyone only knows one normal person. For me it can be one person, but for you, who knows other people than me, might have another person in mind.

The question is now… who is the normal person in your life?

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[queenofbaws]

heyyyy queenie!! how about some 🌤️ and ☔ from that ask meme :]]] hopin that fatigue dont get you too down 🫡

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

DON'T MIND IF I DOOOOO!!! since i already went and gave a lil' piece from my ashley-centric creeps fic in the works.........how about one from my josh-centric creeps fic? ;)c

“Wait…wait, wait, wait, hold on. I feel like I’m missing something here.” Sam put her boot up on the fountain, using her thigh to balance her script as she flipped through it. “Why was this place abandoned?” She waited for a beat, and when none of them said anything, she looked up again. “…um. Hello?” Lips pursed tight, Ashley seemed to wring her brain for anything even resembling a theory before coming up blank in the end. “No one really…knows?” “...I’m sorry. Repeat that, please?” “No one really knows?” “That’s what makes it ghastly and mysterious and, uh…” “Sexy.” “Bro. I don’t think ‘sexy’ is even close to the right word.” “I do.” Assuming his usual panache, Josh threw his arms into the air. If he couldn’t appeal to Sam’s sense of reason, maybe he still had a shot charming her past her doubts. It’d worked before—hell, she was dating him, wasn’t she? “Lots of reasons this shit happened in the old days, Sammy. Lots. Usually it came down to funding, like Mr. and Mrs. Moneybags, the oh-so-generous and independently wealthy donors kicked it and left all their money to their cats. Or they realized their cash was essentially being funneled into the docs’ pockets, so they bailed. But I mean, it was the 50’s! Maybe they lost interest in TB, maybe they got real interested in the Cold War, maybe—” “Oh God.” The dip in Ashley’s voice told him this was really going to be a long day. “What if there was some kind of outbreak? What if it killed everyone and the building just got shut down for safety reasons?! If they didn’t want people going in, they just wouldn’t report anything…they’d hope everyone would…I don’t know, forget. I…how long does TB last outside of a body?!” Sam swiveled her head towards him, her eyebrows high. “An outbreak.” Josh repeated. “Of tuberculosis. That killed everyone. Overnight.” Chris gasped. “Super TB.” He was not helping.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

too many 😫 i actually have VERY VAGUE outlines done currently for a few.................so. years ago now (lol, hate that), i wrote a lil' anthology sort of fic called the not-quite-midnight-society +1, where the ud kids told scary stories to each other around a campfire. some people may have noticed that i identified that fic as being part of a series on ao3, but it's the only fic IN that series.

that is because i have. several more. lined up. they're just still very, very, VERY much in the planning stages currently alskdjfskljdf i am very hopeful i WILL write them, i am very excited for the prospect OF writing them, but right now my wip list is so crazy, man 🥲 what i'll say for the time being is i have one planned for the hacketteers and one planned for the extremely unfortunate participants of a creative writing class field trip 🤔

[lizzyk137]

I'm All Yours - A Chani Fanfic (Chani X Reader)

Description: You and Chani get paired for a school project. When the project material starts to ignite secret feelings between you two, what will happen when your project is finished? Warning: Absolutely none, just pure fluff and love :3 Materials mentioned: Jane Austen's Persuasion, Mamma Mia's 'Lay All Your Love on Me', Dirty Dancing's 'I've Had the Time of My Life' dance scene.

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"Okay, drama nerds! Please welcome your new classmates for the rest of the semester!" Mrs. Elven announced as she made her way down the aisle to the stage area. "Classes have been meshed this semester with our writing friends so they can get an idea on how to write for those preforming on stage, tv or movies, along with getting better feelers out for how things get imagined in our minds when we read." She pointed to her head for affect.

"Along with the switch for this semester, we will be switching next semester also. You will all be writing together so you can get a feel for what a good script is and how the writer wants the characters to feel so when you act you can better understand what you're portraying." Mr. Alvis stepped in next.

"You'll be partnered up with one person from each class to help each other better understand the other's major. Now each class will still have one class each week away from each other to focus on our own curriculum. Mr. Alvis will call out partners, please stand up, find each other and introduce yourselves."

"Ally and Cole, Sam and David, Mark and John, Tyra and Annebelle." Mr. Alvis started calling off names, and you squirmed in your seat, nervous of who you would be paired up with. You took this class because you loved writing and a good challenge while writing, but acting was something new to you and something that you knew you weren't good at.

"Chani and Y/N." Mr. Alvis called, and you stood up and looked around to find a tall, attractive boy standing up in the front row looking around.

His brown eyes caught yours, and he gave you a small wave and made his way over to you. You sat down, smoothing your skirt, nervous about what you got yourself into. You took a deep breath in and turned to look at one of the most handsomest guys you've ever seen.

He was tall, with kind brown eyes, a bright smile that made you warm inside, and sturdy but thin build. His brown hair was short, but his bangs hung almost into his eyes. He smiled more, showing off a perfect row of teeth that made your stomach go a flutter.

"Hi, I'm Chani. It's nice to meet you!" His head tilted at the end so cutely, making the butterlfies in your stomach freak out even more.

You gave a small wave and a nervous smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N."

Chani dropped his bag and sat down next to you. "So, are you excited to be learning everything there is to know about theater?"

"Kind of," you said while nervously playing with your hands. "I'm a bit nervous. I've never done anything like this before. I'm not one to really put myself out there."

"Ah, well, I'll help you through it. If you have any questions, just ask! I'm more than happy to help, plus the theater teacher is great at helping you get over any nerves you have."

"That's good to know. How about you with the writing assignment next semester?"

He shrugged and gave a grimace. "I know it won't go too well for me. I'm not exactly great at creating words."

"Well, like you said, you can always ask if you have any questions."

You both smiled at each other, and then silence filled in the rest of the convo. It wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable either and you sat there clutching your skirt waiting for the end of class to draw near.

"I heard there are three different scenes that we need to preform. They're short, possibly five minutes for each scene which is good but they can range from different topics or different types of things a performer may do, like singing or dancing." Chani whispered, while you both took notes on the course direction and what was required for you to pass.

You looked at him scared. Dancing? Singing? You could barely tell a lie, how were you supposed to do all three things in the course of a few months?

Chani offered you smile as he watched your face turn to panic. "Don't worry, they'll prepare you for it all beforehand but i guess we get our scenes within a few weeks."

You nodded and went back to trying to pay attention to as much as you could from Mrs. Elven's lecture on theater. You needed to be prepared as much as you could for the amount of stress the next few weeks was going to bring.

"Alright, pair up and we'll be going around and handing out your scenes and explaining them."

"Now theater kids, you will be letting our new friends take the lead on the everything, while you are directing and helping." Mrs. Elven explained.

Mr. Alvis continued where Mrs. Elven left off. "Throughout the course of the next few weeks you will be practicing and perfecting your scenes under the guidance of myself and Mrs. Elven. Schedules will be posted to let you know when we will be reviewing your progress."

You spotted Chani on the steps of the stage talking to a few of the theater girls and your slowly made your way over there. Chani was nice but he didn't go out his way to get to know you the past few weeks of lectures. You noticed he was more interested in his friends or staying by himself than he was with you, and you were just too shy to go over and start up a conversation. You passed each test so far with flying colours and you were hoping you'd be able to do the same physically all while praying that Chani would help you out.

"Oh, hey, Y/N." Chani said as he spotted you lingering near the front row." He got up and leaped down the stairs with ease. "Are you excited to see what we got for our scenes?"

You nodded and gave a smile smile. Words didn't come easily to you when Chani was involved you've noticed and you could tell it was putting him off by the awkward silence that always followed.

"Chani, Y/N, good I found you. I gathered up some great scenes for you." Mrs. Elven said as she rustled through to find a greeen folder with both of your names written on the top. "Now, Chani, I know you're great at what you do when it comes to a happy or serious scene but I have yet to see you do romance."

"Wait, I can do romance." Chani spoke up defensively.

"Not that I've seen, nor have I seen it in person yet from you. And I hear that miss Y/N, enjoys a good romance story and that Jane Austen is a favourite of yours. So open up and see what you got." She gave you the green folder and you opened it up to find a piece of paper detailing your topics and scenes.

Topic One: Musical- Lay All Your Love On Me (Mamma Mia Musical)

Topic Two: Dance- I've Had The Time of My Life (Dirty Dancing Dance Scene)

Topic Three: Acting- Persuasion's Letter Confession Scene (Jane Austen)

"Wait these are all love scenes, Mrs. E." Chani exclaimed as he took the folder from you looking at the rest of the material in it.

"Why, yes it is. It's supposed to be challenging and a learning opportunity for my students. Have fun, my lovelies!"

You watched her walk away while Chani quietly complained to himself as he looked over the material.

"Great, class is basically over. Let me research these scenes and next class we'll start learning, okay?" Chani gathered up his bag and walked away before you couold say anything.

This is awesome, you thought, you're stuck doing love scenes with someone who clearly does not enjoy doing them all while you learn a new skill set so you can pass your class this semester. Welcome to hell.

The next two weeks where absolute shit, constant studying on your part to get the dance down while trying to protray a confession to someone who stares at you with annoyance as you fumble everything anf that's not even including the singing lessons that he quickly gives. You really needed this class to pass so you could keep your scholarship and with two weeks of barely getting nowhere, you were starting to get pissed off.

Setting your bag down on the dance studio's floor, you connected your phone to the stereo's bluetooth and put on your small heeled shoes. You didn't let it on but Dirty Dancing was one of your favourite movies and you wanted to do it justice. You had gathered from the costume department an outfit that was similar to Baby's and you were hoping it would channel your inner Patrick Swayze.

Turning on the song, you closed your eyes and started dancing by yourself as you remembered each move that was created during the movie all while remembering Chani's notes and tips.

The song slowly ended and your eyes flashed opened to the sound of clapping behind you. You quickly twirled around to find Chani leaning against the door frame smiling. "Chani! You scared me!"

"You did really good. I'm impressed to see you practicing on your own." He said as he walked over to you.

"Well, I need to pass this class in order to graduate and keep my scholarship." You said irriated that he didn't think you'd actually take this class seriosuly, unlike him who was clearly uninterested during class.

"Oh."

"I haven't gotten much help so far, so I've been learning on my own."

"I haven't been a great teacher the past couple of weeks have I?" He sat down next to you as you wiped off some sweat on a small towel.

"Not really."

He sighed and leaned back on his palms. "I just don't get romance. I've never really liked anyone so I don't know how to feel it in order to protray it correctly."

"Really?" He looked at your shock face with some annoyance. "Don't think of me as rude but you're constantly flirting with the girls in class, so I figured you've must have been ina relationship."

"Nope. I just flirt to work on my presentation for auditions or characters, that's all. I have no feelings for any of them. In fact, most of them annoy me."

"I must annoy you a lot then with not knowing what to do." You laughed.

Chani chuckled, "Actually you don't surprisngly. It's nice to have someone focused on their work like I am. I may not have shown it the past couple of weeks, but I've got the best grades in my department."

The next hour was spent talking as you both got to know each other, and you noticed Chani opening up to you as the next few classes went by as you practiced your dance sequence and song.

"I think it's good, but the characters are in love and I don't see it being shown." Mr. Alvis said after Chani and you showed your dance and music scene.

"I agree, the characters are in love and both sets of characters have a sort of sexual attraction during each number. For your song, I want your lips barely brushing while you sing back and forth with each other. PLay around with it. PLus I'd like to see you lay her down during the chorus as your hands play down her arms."

Chani looked at you, his eyes asking for permission to do what the teacher asked and you hesitated for a second before nodding your reply.

"Oh and Y/n, for your singing part can we get the crawl towards Chani then I'd like to see how it looks with your chest to chest before the chorus." Mrs. Elven said as she turned the music back on.

"I don't know what you've you done to me" you sang as your sank onto your knees the on all fours.

Chani fell to his knees a small smirking playing on his lips as he watched, a slight hunger burning in him as he saw you in a barely there swimsuit starting to crawl towards him.

"A grown-up women should never fall so easily."

You reached him and you let your hands slide up his torso to his neck where you looped them around your chest pressed against his as he wrapped one arm around your waist as the other tangled into your hair.

"I feel a kind of fear, when I don't have you near."

He pulled your closer as your hands slide down to his chest and hsi head moved in closer your lips barely brushing as you sand the rest of the bridge.

His head moved away as he looked at you longingly before slowly pushing you down till your back gently touched the floor and he crawled on top of you straddling your legs and he sang out the chorus. Your arms moved above your head as he pushed them up his lips close to yours before getting off of you as he completed the song.

You laid there stunned as the teachers clapped as you replayed what had just happened between you and Chani and the burning fire you had in your gut for him.

"That was perfect!" Mr. Avis said. "Please just repeat that for when you preform it."

Mr. Elven smirked as she watched Chani help you up off the floor. "Keep practicing the dance. Incorporate what you did just now into it."

A week blew by and you were back in the dance studio covered in sweat as you rewatched the final dance scene in Dirty Dancing on your phone while you had 'I've Had the Time of My Life' play on loop in the background. "Ugh!" You shouted and fell back onto the floor. You were never going to get this down, and without this being completed you weren't sure you both would even start the acting portion of Jane Austen's Persuasion.

"Taking a break?"

You opened your eyes and looked behind you as you laid on the ground to find Chani once again leaning against the doorframe. A playful smile on his lips as he gazed down at you. He gently licked his lips and you quickly turned away as you felt your face burn under his gaze but the mirror on the wall betrayed you showing your face flush a dark pink.

Smirking he walked over and stood over you looking down. "So, Baby," he said teasingly using the name from the main character of the film as he offered you a hand, "Shall we dance?"

You took his hand in yours and he pulled you up as your body slid up against his. Chani's other hand slid to your waist as you danced to the music. The music looped over again and you continued, forgetting the steps and what you were there to do as your gazes were locked onto each other. Each spin and and hip grind sent you over the edge, making you feel like you were floating on cloud nine.

Sweat poured off your bodies as your clothes clung to you as he twirled you into his body, his leg between yours as your body grinded in his, your thigh being lifted up by one of his hands as your skirt shifted down showing your bare thigh, your lips dangerously close. He opened his eyes and looked into yours, his eyes darkening at the sight of you. Drenched looking, your heaving chest, your lips slightly parted as you looked at him with innocence. He pulled you closer to him, your breath hitting his cheek and he dipped you slightly, pulling you up slowly before dipping you again, swinging your body to the other side of his before pulling you up sharply, noses touching.

He almost kissed you right there but the music stopped and the room fell silent besides the sound of your chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

"Um," his breath shaky, "I think we're good on the dance portion."

You took a deep breath in, "Yeah I think we definietly are."

It was the day of your performance. The auditorium was filled and your musical and dance number went by without a hitch.

You stood in the side wing as they announced the next group to go on. All that was left of your final assignment was to get over the monologue part, the ending letter in Jane Austen's Persuasion, and you were nervous about it. Spending so much time with Chani and getting to know him for the past months has been nerve-wracking. He was handsome for starters. He could make any girl blush under his gaze, and he certainly knew how to make you turn a dark shade of red.

Your relationship started off as one of annoyance then turned into something else once you got to know each other. Every time you saw Chani, it was like your body was on fire and only he could extinguish the flames he created.

Every time you met up with him to practice, the feelings you had kept growing, and now everything he does sends you over the edge. You didn't know how you got through the musical and dance number without being completely red. You weren't an actor, and the feelings that needed to be portrayed by the characters in those scenes you didn't have to act for - they were your own feelings. Every touch, every smile, every almost lip touch was all you. Even though you were friends, you knew more than likely nothing would grow past that, so if you had to be selfish and take those chances during practice and your performance, then so be it.

You weren't popular like Chani. He made friends wherever he went and had a line of girls to choose from when he wanted to. While you kept your nose in a book or writing one, blocking the world out besides the one that was in print. The only experience you had with relationships and love was just in books. Imagining how it felt to be kissed or your hand held. How it would feel to be kissed in the pouring rain as the main male lead said a love filled confession.

But Chani had been giving you that recently. The looks, the touches, the little flirts. You thought he felt the same as you, just too shy to admit it or ask you out. But every day, those small touches to your back, the slight hand holds, the hair tucking behind the ear made you feel his affection and possible love. But there was one thing you couldn't get your brain wrapped around. Heartbreak.

You could feel longing, happiness, love, a high that you didn't want to come down from when you were with him, but for the past couple of months, he didn't leave your side. You weren't alone. And to portray that emotion of loneliness and breaking apart was difficult.

Chani had given you every tip and trick to getting your body and acting skills to understand it. You couldn't cry on command, and you couldn't use fake tears. It's not like you couldn't cry at the scene. From reading to watching it in countless movies, every time the scene came up, you couldn't stop the overflow of tears, and when Chani performed the whole thing, you were left a crying mess.

The scene started off just reading the letter, and you were supposed to break down as you read it. But you just couldn't cry. You had been trying for weeks, but you were on cloud nine because of Chani. Nothing had brought you down. And now that the time had come, you were nervous to perform it.

You looked across the stage to find Chani standing in the other wing. He saw you and gave you an encouraging smile. You put down your script, which you had for a last-minute refresher, and straighten your dress out. It was a beautiful ocean blue historical dress with gold accents, and you had some white gloves on to match. In the pocket of the dress, you made sure you had the fake letter in which you were supposed to read from.

Looking back up, you saw Chani chatting with one of the other actresses, her back to you. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other on her back. At first, it looked like a hug, but looking closer, you could see it was a romantic touch.

Chani tucked a hair behind the girls ear, something he did so tenderly to you not so long ago, and the smile on his face was of pure affection and fascination as his eyes took in the girl's face.

Your breath caught in your throat as he dipped his head down towards her, his hands holding her face tenderly. Your eyes closed, and you turned away, not wanting to see more. It felt like you couldn't breathe.

You gripped your chest, your other hand finding its way to your mouth so a cry didn't escape from your lips. Over head, you could hear your names being called out and the roar of the crowd clapping, waiting for your entrance.

You quickly wiped your tears, taking a shaky breath in as you pulled out the letter from your pocket and walked on stage, not bothering to look in Chani's direction.

The lights had dimmed till there was just a mellow blue spot light on you. You looked at the envelope in your hands, your breath still shaky, which suddenly hitched in your throat when you saw your name printed on the front with Chani's handwriting. You had thought it was supposed to be the actual letter from the novel inside, but now you weren't so sure, and it scared you a little.

Your hands shook as you undid the envelope and opened up the letter. Your name was written neatly on the top and you tried to read it as the violin started to play, signaling the start of your speech, your eyes having a hard time focusing on the paper.

You looked out in the crowd, your voice somehow strong but quiet as you spoke a loud. "I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach."

You paused for a second as a lump in your throat grew when your eyes caught the first sentence of the handwritten note in front of you. 'I'm surprisingly not good with words, but if there is one word I would use to describe you, it would be perfection.'

"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope." Your voice started to shake, as you continued reading what was written to you.

'You have struck my every being. Every inch of you is perfection. Every touch. Every glance. Perfection.'

Your voice cracked, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. "Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago."

'Oh, god, Y/N. I love you. I think I always have since our first encounter. How you looked so nervous and adorable. My thoughts had started to be consumed of you, ever growing the more I saw you. When you brought me down to earth that day in the dance studio, I knew. I knew it was you.'

Chani's footsteps echoing on the stage brought you back, your head turning to see Chani on the other side of the stage, waiting for you so you could speak the next passage together. "Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death." He turned to face you, small tears forming in his eyes. "I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan."

How could he love you and still kiss another girl? Was this a game to him? His sweet words filled you with hope, but you'd rather have none if the aching feeling in your chest was always constant with him. But how could he love you? True, he spent the past few months with you constantly, but how could one night, tonight of all nights, turn his love into nothing. If you consume his thoughts, then how could another women stray him so easily?

You looked out at the crowd before you, each person intently listening as Chani spoke the next part. "Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes?" He walked towards you, his hand motioning to the letter in your hands. You looked down again, a few tears falling onto the paper in front of you. "I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me."

'Y/N. My dear, sweet Y/N, I can't picture my life without you in it. It's only been a few months, but all I can think of is you. You're the sun, the sky, the darkest and most stormy of days, you're the ray of light breaking through the crowds. You're my dreams, my hopes, and my ambitions. You're my everything. I couldn't face tomorrow if you weren't in it.' You looked up to find him standing in front of you, a tearful smile on his face, his hands finding yours and cupping them in his as he raised the letter closer to you to finish reading. 'Every smile, every almost kiss, every touch. I can't imagine not being able to do all those to anyone else but you. Please, my darling Y/N, be mine and mine alone. I'll cherish and protect every minute we have together and shower you with love. Lovingly yours, Chani'

You looked up to find him finishing the monologue, his face dangerously close to yours, his eyes searching for an answer in your eyes. You stared back for a second before the thought of his letter being a lie struck you again, your heart cracking under his beautiful gaze.

Turning away and towards the wings of the stage, you saw the same girl from earlier dressed up in battle gear with a woman in a dress. Her arm around her waist, and then she carefully cupped her cheeks, giving the girl a passionate kiss.

"It was a fake kiss. Yours is the only lips I want to touch mine with." Chani whispered, his voice barely audible over the loud violin, his one hand which was still holding yours squeezed yours. You turned slowly towards him, the violin cut off, leaving the room in silence. Tears formed in your eyes as his whispered, "I love you, my dearest."

He pulled you close, one hand holding the small of your back and the other gently cupping your cheek. His lips touched yours, sending waves of pleasure and love through your body. You stood in shock for a second before your hands found their way to his chest, his heart beating hard beneath your hands.

The crowd around you exploded with applause, tearing you both away to look at the crowd, a laugh escaping from your lips as you looked back to Chani, who had the biggest smile on his face. He gently pulled you in again for a small kiss, his forehead resting on yours as he looked longingly into your eyes.

The curtain closed, and you stood still standing in each other's embrace, not wanting to let go of one another.

"Be mine?" Chani whispered, his lips brushing your cheek.

"I'm all yours."

I literally finished this on the train cause I couldn't get this story out of my head :3 Hope you enjoy! -Liz