#((the studio might thrown a fit so she probably has to watch what she says around new people; or at least people outside her acting circle))
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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...
PART TEN
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A/N: And that’s a wrap! Ahh, writing this series has been so fun and I’m so glad that so many of you have liked it so much. Thank you guys for staying until the end and hopefully for upcoming stuff 👀 I hope you enjoy the finale of In Life, In Death... <3
(Also the song mentioned in part six and this part is ‘She Is Love’ by Parachute) <3
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December 1994
Luke groaned as he woke up, squinting hard to try and adjust his eyes to the amount of light in the room.
Even before he could see clearly, he knew he must've fallen asleep in the studio judging by the soreness in his back and neck that he always got when he slept on the old couch. It couldn't have been more than six in the morning, and Luke could still feel the tiredness in his bones. So he tried to turn away from the light and hopefully fall back asleep, but there was something keeping him firmly in place.
His heart skipped when he looked down and saw that you were laying right next to him with your head on his chest and an arm thrown across his stomach. When he realized that his own arms were wrapped around you, his heart broke out into a full-on tap dance.
Waves of confusion ran through his still-foggy brain until he saw his guitar case propped up against the piano and his backpack on the floor with his clothes spilling out of it.
Then the events of last night quickly came back to him.
How he had gotten home late from rehearsal and his mom was waiting in the kitchen with his latest report card and her signature lecture at the ready. One minute he was standing there yelling, packing all he could fit into his bag, and the next, he was halfway to the studio with the rain soaking him head to toe.
He had expected it to be empty when he finally got there, but he was flooded with relief when he saw you. All the frustration slowly melted out of him the longer he laid there with you, leaving him feeling exhausted and shivering despite how warm he felt.
The last thing he wanted to do was talk about any of it, but when you asked, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.
He remembered rambling and crying again, the sound of your voice and the feeling of your fingers in his hair warming him up even more. Then finally, he remembered falling asleep with his chin tucked on top of your head, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.
Without thinking, Luke reached down and carefully pushed a piece of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling to himself when you shifted into his touch. Then taking in a sharp breath as the realization ran through him all the way down to his toes.
You were his best friend.
The person he wanted to see at the end of a long day. Whenever he was full of anger or lost in confusion, all he had to do was look at you and everything suddenly made sense again. With your pretty smile and laugh, and your way of flipping that little switch inside him that made his head all fuzzy and the ground start spinning under his feet.
You were his best friend, and he was in love with you.
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2020
All you felt was a mixture of anxiety and nausea as you stood on the Orpheum's street corner, biting the tips of your fingernails.
The entire plan hinged on Willie and Teddy getting everything done in time, and considering that they had betrayed you all before, you couldn’t help but expect the worst.
“Look, don’t worry. Willie said he’ll get us on that marquee.” Alex said nervously as he kicked pebbles across the sidewalk.
“This is going to work, right?” Reggie asked.
“It has to.” Luke mumbled, wincing seconds later when another shock hit them.
Two sharp pops cut through the air behind you and you all whipped around to see Willie and Teddy standing just a few feet away. Willie was watching you all carefully with concern written all over his face, his eyes lingering on Alex longer than anyone else. Teddy stood at the edge of the group, practically burning a hole in your face with his guilty stare.
“Are you guys okay?” Willie asked.
“Yeah, nothing we haven’t felt before.” Alex laughed awkwardly. “How’d it go?”
“Well, when the opening band wakes up, they’ll find their bus two hundred miles out of Vegas.” Willie said with a proud smile as he did a spin, showing off his stolen jacket with the band’s name across the back.
“With absolutely no chance of getting back in time.” Teddy added.
Luke gave Willie a fistbump and pointed up to the office above the Orpheum. “That means there’s probably a promoter up there freaking out right now.”
Willie grinned, sarcasm laced in his tone. “Nah, man. This is Hollywood. I’m sure he’s being very professional.”
You laughed and then Alex slowly inched forward, clearly struggling for the right words to say to Willie. You gave his arm a quick squeeze before following Reggie and Luke down the street to give them space. Before you even got halfway down the sidewalk, Teddy poofed next to you.
“You know, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you don’t want to talk to me.” He joked.
“Teddy-”
"I just-I didn't want to leave things the way we did." He rambled. "I'm sorry, I should've told you everything that night in the diner-"
"Teddy, It's okay." You said. "You told me before Caleb could put the stamp on me, and you didn't know the details about the plan until after it was too late to help my friends. Plus, I know how much you're risking helping us now."
As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt some of the weight fall off your shoulders. You weren't sure why since the situation was still a little painful and awkward. But being around Teddy always made you feel a little like that kid who started working at the diner with Cece all those years ago. Besides, they were so alike that you found it hard to stay mad at him.
You held out your hand for Teddy to shake. "Despite everything, I'm glad we met."
“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Teddy said with a relieved smile as he grasped your hand. With a subtle wink, he nodded over towards where Luke was standing at the end of the street. “He’s a lucky guy.”
"What? How did you?-" You sputtered as he stepped away. You never told Teddy about Luke, or at least you didn't think you did.
Teddy just smirked in response before disappearing into the air. At the same time, you saw Willie skate away out of the corner of your eye, leaving Alex alone on the sidewalk.
You all phased next to him and Luke squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah. I'm good." Alex smiled slyly as he gestured to the office. "Looks like this show needs a new opening act though."
You grinned. "Let's go see if we can help with that."
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When you got back to the studio, you found Julie pacing back and forth in the middle of the room as she wrung her hands together.
When you all poofed in, she immediately jumped into a load of questions, losing her breath halfway through and flailing her arms around.
"Whoa, just sit down," You laughed excitedly. "We'll tell you everything."
Julie took a gasping breath and plopped backwards onto the couch then stared at you all with expectant eyes. "Well?"
"It worked!" You announced. "Everything's fine."
"You should be getting the call...now!" Alex pointed to Julie’s phone on the table just as it started buzzing. You all cheered and Julie shushed you as she answered the call.
You heard a woman's voice say something through the phone and Julie gave a thumbs-up as she started jumping on the couch. You watched in amusement and mild horror as Luke and Reggie lifted Alex up into the air and spun him around.
Once he was back on the ground, Luke and Reggie made a beeline for you, each of them grabbed one of your arms and flipped you upside down over their shoulders.
You all spent the next twenty minutes laughing and screaming and Alex even got a little teary-eyed but you pretended not to notice. Then Julie called Flynn and ran off excitedly to decide her outfit for the night, leaving the four of you alone to plan out the setlist.
“Okay, so I’m thinking we start with Stand Tall.” Luke said excitedly as he wrote the words down in his songbook.
“Sounds good.” Reggie said, suddenly quiet.
“’Sounds good’? Guys, I wanna hear ‘That sounds awesome!” Luke reached out and nudged Reggie’s shoulder. “I know this isn’t the way we imagined any of this. But we need to be all in tonight. This is our second chance to play the Orpheum!”
“I get it.” Reggie sputtered. “But it’s hard. Do we even know what’s on the other side when we cross over? Do we still get to hang out together?”
You shifted your weight as the happy little bubble surrounding you popped. You had been so wrapped up in the excitement of finally playing the Orpheum that you almost forgot what tonight was really about.
“You guys are the only family I have.” Reggie’s eyes were glued to the piano as he played with his fingers. You reached out and locked his arm with yours in an attempt to comfort him.
“I don’t know what’s gonna happen either. But it’s not like we have a choice.” Alex said.
Suddenly, Reggie’s arm fell out of yours as all three boys fell back, clutching their sides.
“I’m pretty sure we do.” Reggie groaned. “And it rhymes with ‘Hollywood Ghost Club’.”
The garage doors creaked open and Julie appeared with a bright smile and a blue garment bag in her hand. When she saw your expressions, her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”
“We just got hit pretty hard by one of those jolts.” Alex said. “But we’re fine.”
“Oh, good.” She nodded, though she still looked on edge. “I’m nervous.”
“That makes two of us.” You said. “But we made it this far for a reason. We got this.”
“Can you ride there with me? I'm gonna need more pep-talk material for the drive there cause I still think I might puke.” Julie tucked her hair behind her ears.
“Of course, and don't worry, we’ll leave the windows open.” You joked, making everyone laugh.
The sound of a car horn cut through the air and Julie looked outside. "That's my dad. Are you ready, (Y/n)?"
You nodded. "Yeah, uh, give me a second. I'll meet you in the car."
As Julie disappeared behind the doors, you turned to the boys and sighed as you tried to soak up this moment. For all you knew, this could be the last little window of time you had alone with them before tonight.
Julie was a huge part of the band of course, but these were your boys. The ones who you started this all with, who had been by your side for everything.
From the look on all their faces, you could see that they were thinking the same thing.
Without saying a word, you launched yourself at Alex. He made a surprised noise but recovered quickly, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight.
"And I'm the emotional one?" He jokingly muttered in your ear and you pinched his side, making him jump back. "Rude."
As soon as your arms were open, Reggie stepped forward and hugged you so tightly that you were thankful to not need oxygen anymore because he was definitely crushing several vital organs.
You laughed and gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with Luke instantly.
Alex cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed Reggie's shoulder, steering him over to Luke's songbook to 'check out the setlist again'.
"And then there were two." Luke joked.
You laughed and stepped into his waiting arms, making him laugh. You soaked up the feeling of comfort and familiarity for a minute before pulling away.
"This, uh, is for you," Luke said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion as he handed it over. "I wanted you to have it in case...well, you know. If tonight doesn't work."
"It will." You said, trying to ignore the fact that it very well could happen. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Patterson."
"I wouldn't dream of it." He quipped back, his voice sounding softer and less teasing than you would've expected. You pulled back from him and because you didn't know if you would ever get another chance, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.
You moved away too fast to see his reaction but the gesture made the other two boys smirk at you as you dashed out of the doors, making a beeline for the car pulling out of the driveway.
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The back rooms of the Orpheum were a maze.
You had left for a few minutes to walk around the venue and clear your head, trying to wring out the last of your nerves.
By the time you found your way back, you expected to find the rest of the band rushing to get ready in the dressing room. But all you saw was Julie anxiously pacing as she had been earlier, a habit she seemed to have inherited from both you and Alex.
“You okay?”
She snapped her head up towards you and sighed. “Yeah, just a little worried. The guys aren’t here yet.”
You looked around the room and then at the clock, frowning. The show was in less than half an hour and that was already cutting it close. Part of you wanted to go check on them but Julie seemed to need you more at the moment.
“Okay, well, give them another ten minutes. I'm sure they'll be here. They wouldn’t miss this…again.”
You ran your palm across the front of your pocket, feeling Luke's note next to your parent’s photo, and hoped you were right.
But then more and more time passed until the stage manager came to escort Julie to the stage.
"Just a second!" She calls out and then turns to you. "(Y/n), something's wrong. They were getting those jolts pretty hard before we left. They must've run out of time."
You shut your eyes tight as the words sunk in. All you could bring yourself now was, ‘This isn't what was supposed to happen.’
The world fell out from under your feet and you had trouble even standing up straight as you imagined what must've happened to them. Your best friends, your brothers, your family was gone and there wasn't anything you could do about it.
The guy knocked again, this time a little harder and with a nervous tone. Julie chewed her lip as she looked between you and the door and you could almost see the cloud of grief settling over her.
As hard as it was, you tried your best to shove your feelings down and marched up to Julie. There would be time to fall apart later, but you knew that this what they would want you to do. "Let's go do this for them, okay?"
She took a deep, shaky breath before hesitantly nodding. You followed closely behind her as she walked out the door though the halls until she reached the stage. You waited beside Flynn in the wing as Julie settled behind her microphone and addressed the crowd.
There were scattered claps from around the venue and then she took a deep breath before singing the opening.
After the first few lines, you took your cue and materialized at the center of the stage. The crowd gasped and cheered the way they always did, but you kept your eyes shut tight and focused on the music.
Just as the song started picking up, you heard a familiar pop in the air and then the sound of drumming. You whirled around to see Alex mounted onto a drum set at the back of the stage, twirling his drumsticks around and smiling like he had never been gone at all.
Once you got over the initial shock, you wanted to cry with relief. They were okay, they were here. Alex winked at you goofily, and you ran towards Julie’s keyboard.
She had started bouncing on the balls of her feet, both of you finally getting into the song now that they were coming back. You followed suit, dancing around the base of the drum set as yours and Julie’s voices came together.
Then Reggie appeared on the other side of Julie and you ran to his side. You bumped his shoulder with yours and he grinned, moving to stand back to back.
The song was ramping up to the chorus when a staticky noise cut through the air, not loud enough for the crowd to hear but enough to make you all look over to the other end of the stage.
You could see Luke's form fading in and out, a look of anguish on his face, and the pit in your stomach opened up again. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Alex's drumming paused and Luke finally materialized to sing the opening of the chorus.
You didn't even know you were moving until you suddenly found yourself across the stage next to Luke, unable to stop smiling as you sang.
Julie joined you, throwing her arms up in the air happily and jumping around. Reggie appeared by her side, flashing the crowd a winning smile.
Alex stood up and gripped his mic as he sang this solo. You looked back at him and flashed him a proud smile, then whooping loudly when Reggie sang his lines.
You all went down the line hitting your notes until the chorus kicked in again and your heart felt so full you almost couldn't stand it. This was what you were so close to achieving before you died, it was all you had wanted for years, and you knew that if you hadn't died, that night would've changed your life. But this night was something even more special. Because you were all here, all together.
Even if it was just for one last song.
Julie caught your attention and nodded towards the platform that spread out into the crowd. You followed her to the center and stood back to back as everyone cheered.
The guys joined in on either side of you, Alex grabbing one of your hands and Luke holding the other. You all bowed to the audience before taking your cue and vanishing, leaving only Julie on stage.
You landed in the wing, feeling a little lightheaded and overwhelmed from all the emotions you had experienced in the last five minutes. The elated smile fading from your face when all three boys poofed by your side only to fall to the floor instantly.
“It didn’t work.” You said miserably as Julie emerged into the backstage area. She grabbed Flynn and whispered something to her, pointing in the direction of her family. Flynn nodded and disappeared into the crowd while Julie ran to your side.
You hauled Alex onto his feet, letting him lean on you to stay upright while Luke and Reggie trailed behind Julie as she led the group back to the dressing room. Once everyone was inside, they collapsed on the couch or the floor, loudly groaning in pain.
“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Julie asked tearfully.
“I guess playing here wasn’t our unfinished business.” Alex said hollowly.
“Point Caleb.” Reggie muttered as he clung to the side of an armchair.
You stood frozen next to Julie as panic spread through your whole body, both of you flinching in sympathy as the shocks continued.
“You have to save yourselves right now.” Julie begged. “Join Caleb’s club. It’s better than not existing at all!”
“She’s right.” You managed to say, your voice shaky and almost giving out. Your stomach flipped at the thought of them having to work for an evil club owner forever, but the alternative was worse. “You guys need to go now! For me. For us.”
“We’re not going back there.” Reggie shook his head.
Luke pulled himself up and stumbled forward a little so that he was right in front of you. “No music is worth making if we’re not all making it together.”
You sighed sadly, thinking back to your conversation yesterday. “So no more regrets?”
Luke let out a deep sigh and then reached up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Just one.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in response and Luke blinked hard as if he was trying to find the words. "I never told you why I left that night."
"Luke, don't." You gave him a weak smile. "I get it."
"You do?" He asked.
You struggled to get the words out. "Yeah, I mean it was bound to happen eventually. We just got too close and it was weird for you. I understand t-”
"What?" Luke asked, cutting you off with a confused look. "No, no, that's not it at all. Read the-"
Before he could finish, you heard Julie gasp loudly from a few feet away. You looked over to see her stepping back from Alex with an awestruck look on her face as she gripped his forearms.
Wait, what?
Before you could even begin to process what you were seeing, Reggie was reaching out to Julie, who grabbed his wrist and hauled him up to his feet. The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Julie turned to you and Luke.
“Guys, come here.”
Alex reached out and pulled you into his side while Luke threw an arm around Reggie’s back and Julie brought you all in closer to her. At first, nothing happened. But then there was a faint buzzing sound and the boys lifted their wrist towards the ceiling and you all watched in awe as the stamp floated away in the blink of an eye.
“Whoa.” Reggie said, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. “I don’t feel as weak anymore.”
“Yeah, me neither.” Alex agreed. “Not that I ever was that weak in the first place.”
You rolled your eyes and let your head fall over on his shoulder. “What do you think that means?”
Luke smiled. “I think it means the band is back.”
It was quiet for a second before Alex looked at you all shyly. “You guys think we can try that hug thing again?”
You laughed as you huddled together again, sniffling and laughing. Then Julie yelled out that you had played the Orpheum and then you were all jumping around, still tangled in each other’s arms.
Eventually, you all broke apart and while the boys started chasing each other around, you turned to Julie. She looked into your eyes and immediately flew into your arms, muttering into your shoulder, “I always wanted a big sister.”
The words warmed your heart and you squeezed her extra hard, grateful that you actually could now. “Well, I’m honored.”
“My family's probably looking for me so..." Julie stepped back from your arms with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on her face, you jokingly bowed to her and she copied the gesture before disappearing behind the door.
You wiped the last of your tears out of your eyes and turned around to find Alex and Reggie were talking in whispers and wearing knowing smiles. When Alex saw you looking, he cleared his throat and nudged Reggie’s shoulder.
“Hey, Reg.” Alex said cheekily, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. “I was going to check out the next band. You wanna come with me?”
“Sure!” Reggie started strolling towards the door, stopping only for a second to nudge your shoulder and whisper ‘don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ in your ear.
Alex fixed Luke with a pointed look over his shoulder and Reggie gave him a dorky wink before they poofed away. You smiled fondly at the space where they were just standing and awkwardly turned towards Luke.
“Hi.” You said, laughing awkwardly.
“Hi.” Luke muttered back as he stepped forward until he was close enough to grab your hand. “About what I was saying earlier…”
You opened your mouth to say something but he shook his head and pointed to your pocket. “Read it. Please.”
You tugged the note he had given you earlier out of your pocket and carefully folded it open to see that it wasn’t a note at all. It was the love song that Julie had found that day in the garage, the one that he didn’t want anyone to see. You struggled a little trying to decipher Luke's handwriting. The ink was a little smudged and the song was clearly unfinished but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever read. And he had written it for you.
"I didn't leave because we got too close," He said. "It was the opposite, (Y/n), I left because I was scared to lose you, and I know that doesn't make sense because I kind of did w-"
You carefully tucked the paper back in your pocket with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck with the other, pulling him down and closing the last bit of space between you.
Luke's brain short-circuited for a second before he started kissing back, grabbing your waist with enough force to nearly knock you both backwards. It was dizzying and a little desperate, yet weirdly familiar, as if you'd been kissing him your whole life.
Most moments with Luke felt like they were happening in slow motion, but this time it was like a high-speed movie montage of your whole lives. The stolen crayons, the time capsule, the pre performance pep talks, the smell of cinnamon, the ferris wheel, his jacket, the movie nights and songwriting sessions. All of it had led up to this moment.
"I love you." Luke said immediately after you pulled away. "God, I love you so much. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."
“Hey, it’s okay.” You laughed, blinking another wave of tears out of your eyes. “I should’ve told you forever ago instead of skirting around it.”
“And what is it that you should’ve told me?” He said teasingly and you rolled your eyes. You had gotten so used to Luke being so shut down or nervous around you that you almost forgot how much of a little shit he could be.
“That I love you too.” You said, unable to stop smiling.
Luke leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, this time threading his fingers through your hair as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing that.”
You bit your lip to keep another laugh from bubbling up as you looked up at him, feeling completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. "So...what now?"
"I don't know." Luke admitted. "But I know one thing."
"What's that?"
"That no matter where we go, or what we do," He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "In life, in death... I'm yours. Always."
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The End
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Including diversity where there may be little
Including diversity where there may be little: Black Radium Girls as example
post-scriptvm asked: [ask clipped for length]
I have an interest in the ‘Radium Girls’, groups of women who worked at studios in America from the late 1910s onwards painting radium onto clock faces, and later took their companies to court for the horrible impacts the radium had on their body.
I want to make a musical, just for fun. I’ve decided to use a fictionalized version of events, with composite characters based on multiple different women, rather than one of the real-life groups and the actual women from them. It will be mostly set in New Jersey, in the roaring 20s.
Neither of the two real-life groups I know of had any Black women in them, and I can’t see any Black women in any of the big group photos of the dial factories’ employees. But I know there’s a lot of Black history and culture in that time and place bc of the great migration and stuff, so I feel like if I’m not going to use the real life ladies, I should probably take the opportunity to also make some of them Black, bc making a whole cast of white ladies in the name of potentially wrong ‘historical accuracy’ seems like a bad thing.
My question is, should I? [ask clipped for length]
I wouldn’t be surprised if there were African American radium girls. Speculating People of Color/Women of Color’s involvement is far more realistic than portraying everyone as white. Go for it!
Perhaps look into what other races were predominantly in the New Jersey area for inspiration, too.
Hidden History
This section features just a few examples of PoC in lesser known historical settings.
The histories of People of Color are highly and actively erased. Women of Color especially get their stories left to footnotes in the textbooks. You hear about certain amazing women again and again, but there’s so many others that don’t get their time of day.
Hidden Figures (book and movie) is a prime example of that erasure and lesser known history. To summarize: It’s “the powerful story of four African-American female mathematicians at NASA who helped achieve some of the greatest moments in our space program.”
Here’s another example:
Photo of female firefights on Pearl Harbor, 1941. Identities unknown
It would be nice to know more about these women, and i’ve seen inquiries from people requesting info from anyone who may know. This struggle to find details is a prime example of that erasure in itself.
Enemies in Love: A German POW, a Black Nurse, and an Unlikely Romance by Alexis Clark
The book pictured above is the true story of a Black nurse and German Prisoner of War who fall in love during World War II. They face many hardships (disowning from his family, racism, and shunning from towns) but stay together for their whole lives, marry, and have children (One of their sons highly informed the writing of the book!)
This book discusses the discrimination the Black soldiers and nurses faced. They struggled to even be allowed to serve their country, and were treated worse than POWs.
Video: The Unlikely Romance of a Black Nurse & German P.O.W. in WW II
Research
Research “[RACE] + Firsts” and find many more examples of little unknown bits of history where they’ve been involved.
First doesn’t mean it came without limitations, discrimination or hardships. But they happened, and many sooner than you’d think.
Explore beyond what you know about whitewashed history and learn the true stories of People of Color.
Making it “realistic”
People will question how “realistic” it is to feature a Black women in this position for the time period, unfortunately. It doesn’t hurt to provide an explanation until we get to a place where diversity isn’t interrogated when it shows up.
Giving her backstory.
You can briefly explain the journey to the job, such as shortages due to a war. Take a look at those real world firsts for inspiration.
Especially take a look at the specific region of the story. What firsts were there? Any government power influences? How did PoC break barriers to make the strides they did?
Use the web, but also go beyond. Seek books, historians, artwork. Search those “footnotes” for that one sentence mention. (That’s actually how the writer of Enemies in Love found their story. Just a quick sentence and a search for the story began. It helped that she was a journalist!)
Relationships with Peers:
“I will cut off this right arm of mine before I will ever work or demand the ballot for the Negro and not the woman.” - Susan B. Anthony
White women weren’t, historically, welcoming to Black women. For example, white sufferists insisted Black women march in the back of the protests for, allegedly, both their rights. You’ll need to decide how your Black woman is treated in this situation.
You might face the following from peers, superiors, or others:
Hesitation to work or interact with her
Curiosity and intrigue (The “Other”
Unsure of how to approach or be friends with her
Microaggressions
Blatant racism
Your musical doesn’t seem like it is meant to focus too heavily on the hardships. It begs a mention, but just how much is up to you.
Call the Midwife, period racism example
Call the Midwife (BBC) is set in East End London, Late 1950s, early 1960s. The show features a Black midwife named Lucille Anderson. There’s a shortage on nurses so Caribbean nurses were being called in to support the growing population.
Call the Midwife is from a midwife, Jennifer Worth’s, memoir, so it’s based on history.
Check out this short clip: Nurse Lucille Anderson - Call the Midwife
Lucille on Call the Midwife (Take notes!)
The show handles racism and microaggressions very well. It’s not overdone.
Lucille is accepted by her peers and is especially close to one of the girls.
There’s an episode where she actively faces blame and discrimination during a case. It’s a major story line of the episode.
She does face occasional micro-aggressions where she is othered, but it is not every single time she is on screen and not every episode.
Her peers talk to her about her experiences and in the case where she had an aggressive family member to deal with, they tried to protect her by reassigning her from the family. Lucille asks to handle it her way and they respect her decision.
Lucille can mostly perform her job and have peace, and is treated kindly by patients.
She has a personality, a romantic life, family & friendships.
It’s about 90% allowing her to exist, 10% navigating racism/microaggressions. That’s a comfortable, realist balance for such a story and setting.
If you want to check out how they handled these issues for yourself, the show is on Netflix as of this post (2020). She’s introduced in Season 7. (I highly recommend watching this show from the beginning. I cry like every episode, and the diversity of several ethnic backgrounds picks up a lot mid season!)
I’ll kick you three scenarios for your Black radium girl:
Peer Acceptance, Initial Hesitation
awkward friendliness & initial hesitation, perhaps more fear of the unknown vs. hostility
Upon having interactions and talking to her, they become comfortable and accept her. It could take just one simple conversation. Perhaps they’re more used to listening to Black music or have Black staff who work for them, but haven’t had an equal one-on-one experience with WoC without a power dynamic or service involved. Now, with a Black fellow radium girl thrown in a similar situation as them, they could develop kinship.
This might not describe every one of the woman at all. Others might be just fine with her with no awkwardness.
Types of racism experienced:
some micro-aggressions (likely ignorance from peers)
no major racism experienced
Most Peer Acceptance, Racism From Some Peers
Most peers have no problem with her, even if they have their initial awkwardness. 1-2 more aggressive racists who don’t want her there.
Sometimes everyone else gets along, but there’s that 1 bully and their minion, and they feed off each other. If the BS isn’t tolerated by the other girls, it could shut them up to make peace or at least behave themselves. It’s likely someone like this would remain hatefully stubborn, but would grimace from the corner if outnumbered.
In the case you create a situation where someone is hostile to the Black girl but learns better: real apologies and efforts should be made if this occurs. It also doesn’t excuse their past behavior. Read our posts on redemption arcs for more info. We’re not fans, personally.
In an intense racial situation, it would be nice if the girls (with sense) protected and defended her instead of standing idly by. They’re strong enough to rise up against the agencies who poisoned them, so they can fight for their fellow radium sisters if one’s being targeted.
Types of racism experienced:
several micro-aggressions
maybe 1 major incident
Peer Acceptance, Racism from Other People
Radium girl acceptance within, but experiences racism from others she interacts with on/off the job.
The Call the Midwife example fits this one. Lucille’s peers are comfortable with her. It’s some of the ladies she care for and/or their families that may have negative things to say or show hesitance.
I’ll repeat what I said above: it’d be nice if the girls protected and defended her and didn’t stand by idly. Solidarity is important for establishing kinship and trust when it comes to white - woc friendships.
Types of racism experienced:
could vary from some to several micro-aggressions
maybe 1 major incident
Balancing race issues in the musical
Give the intersections of your Black girl’s situation proper attention. You can achieve this without overdoing it or making her whole arc about facing racism.
Perhaps the Black radium girl(s) has a song to express major woes, like segregation and poor treatment, or experiencing dismay over even less of a fighting chance in this fight for their rights.
If anyone does know anything but radium girls of color, please share!
–Mod Colette
#intersectionality#intersectional feminism#women#black#black women#woc#women of color#diversity#poc in history#radium girls#musicials#asks#submission
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Hello! For the smut dialouge thingy, can I ask for 101? (Any ship) Thanks!
101. "Don't give me that look. I know you're not that innocent." | Any ship [Shimura Nana/Lady Nagant, or as I've christened it, NANAGANT] | 1,734 words of lemon
a/n: Lady Nagant, a pro-hero employed (and trained) by the Commission, is on the hunt for All for One when she is thrown back to a time before All Might. At a loss, she checks in with the Commission and is summarily assigned to the All for One investigation with Gran Torino and Seventh Wonder.
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The woman calls herself Lady Nagant.
What Nana knows of her is this: she is a contractor with the Commission (the thinly-veiled surprise at the term makes Nana wonder if Lady Nagant has more permanent ties). She is on the hunt for All for One. Her right arm mutates into a giant fucking rifle, and her two-toned hair makes the bullets.
“You haven’t given me any good reason as to why I have to play host for an unspecified period of time,” protests Nana to Miura, her and Sorahiko’s Commission contact.
“It’s generally discouraged to arrange mixed-gender housing,” says Miura.
“And no offense,” says Lady Nagant, “but Gran Torino looked like he’s too uptight to have anybody living with him.”
Nana holds her tongue. Sorahiko has Toshinori living in his spare bedroom, not that the Commission needs to know that. His treatment of Lady Nagant had been curt and laced with technically undue suspicion. It’s no wonder why Lady Nagant would prefer the idea of rooming with Nana over him.
But the point is that Nana shouldn’t have to share her space at all!
“Doesn’t the Commission use safehouses?”
“Those are for emergency use, Seventh Wonder,” Miura replies, tart. “We’ll be sure to compensate for your… generosity. And Lady Nagant will remain professional off the field.”
It takes an incredible amount of restraint to not look at Miura in disbelief. Had Miura not registered the animosity between Gran Torino and Lady Nagant? Or did she think their bickering was equivalent to her and Sorahiko bantering? Professional? Is that what the Commission thought professionalism was?
Nana glances at Lady Nagant, and Lady Nagant winks back.
She sighs. “Alright. C’mon, let’s go. We might be able to hit up a convenience store and buy you some necessities.”
“Sure, senpai,” sings Lady Nagant, and despite Nana’s reservations, she’s amused. Together they leave the headquarters; Lady Nagant is cheerful throughout the whole shopping trip, but she is watchful as well. She surveys their surroundings every new block, and if available, chooses to walk a little behind Nana’s right side.
“Using me for cover?” Nana murmurs. They are approaching her building fast, loaded down with basic hygiene supplies and an industrial-sized box of instant noodles. Nana wants to avoid being accused of poisoning her guest for as long as possible.
“Just admiring the view from behind.”
“I wear a cape, Lady Nagant.”
There’s an audible pause, followed by a strangled, “I’m told that my imagination’s pretty wild?”
Nana hums in response. Once they reach the entrance, Lady Nagant shifts her position to hover in front of Nana. She gives enough space for Nana to key them into the building, but it’s impossible not to notice how Lady Nagant’s eyes are trained to the rooftops and windows. Measuring potential sightlines, most likely, save for the split second Lady Nagant slides appreciative eyes towards her chest.
The keycard reader blinks green.
“Inside,” Nana directs in a mild tone, her voice slipping to a lower register.
Startled, Lady Nagant’s eyes snap back to meet hers. Unnerved? Lady Nagant retreats a step, pushing the glass door open by momentum instead of intention, if her curse means anything.
She catches herself, though.
“Senpai, a little warning?” she complains, the long pink and blue hairs of her ponytail swaying.
“You’re fine.”
Lady Nagant pulls a face at her. The tension in her shoulders relaxes, then leaves altogether when Nana ushers them into a stairwell with no windows, down a hallway lit by fluorescents only, and finally to her home. The lights are flicked on.
Immediately, Lady Nagant toes off her boots at the genkan, leaves behind her belt of readied ammunition, and sets about snooping.
“You live in cramped quarters,” she calls out, waltzing in and out of Nana’s single bathroom. The kitchen extends in one long line, the sink and stove spaced between chipped countertops. It ends with her refrigerator unit.
“It’s called a studio,” says Nana. Her cape, gloves, and boots. She unclasps the red half-skirt.
“A studio,” Lady Nagant amends, and then with a sly note, “with one big bed.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I have a spare futon.”
She spins on her heel. Whatever outraged response is on her tongue fails to be said, since Lady Nagant clearly sees Nana saving their future meals from the floor as well as all of Lady Nagant’s recently purchased items. Everything goes onto the counters.
“You’re not used to less? Seeing as you don’t have any personal items, I would think you’re no stranger to roughing it.”
Lady Nagant blinks at Nana with wide, glimmering purple eyes. She is smiling, twirling a strand of her hair with a pointer finger, probably forming a cover story on the spot. It’ll be a good one. Those aligned with the Commission are no strangers to obfuscating the truth.
“Don’t give me that look,” says Nana. “I know you’re not that innocent.”
“Senpai, can’t you give me the benefit of the doubt?”
“If you were in my position, would you?” Nana approaches Lady Nagant in steady steps, holding her gaze. Lady Nagant is shorter, maybe a few years younger. In the terrible lighting of Nana’s studio, she thinks there’s a patch of untanned skin at Lady Nagant’s right eye. A missing mask, or some kind of eye-piece to assist her targeting.
“This is where you jump me,” she flirts. Only a few centimeters separate them, and Nana is intimately aware of how close her bed is.
“I’m widowed,” Nana deadpans.
Lady Nagant winces, ever so slightly. “Ah. That’s, um. I was really hoping you were just divorced from Gran Torino, and that’s why you two don’t live together.”
“Hoping to shoot your shot?”
“Gun puns! Never heard them before.” She licks her lips, rolls her shoulders, stands straighter. “You’re at least a little charmed, right?”
Nana laughs, but she lifts her ungloved hand, slowly enough that Lady Nagant can register the movement, and holds Lady Nagant by her chin. Lady Nagant complies with the silent encouragement to tilt her head up.
She is still smiling. She says, “I’m really at your disposal, senpai.”
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Nana responds, wry. “You know I’m hosting you for free, right? No terms and conditions apply? If you’re that desperate for a bed, I’m told that my pillow walls are impenetrable.”
“Beds are a dime a dozen. Bedding, though…”
“Hmm,” she hums. “At my disposal, huh?”
Before Lady Nagant can reply, Nana tilts her head, dips down, and kisses her. She’s no stranger to taking the lead; with gentle encouragement, Nana backs Lady Nagant up until they bump against the bed. Her tongue delves in to test boundaries, receiving a throaty moan as reward.
The kiss breaks; Lady Nagant scrambles backwards onto the covers, and Nana follows, intent on pinning her wrists, kissing her, her lips and her neck. As Nana nips the latter, riding out the jerk of Lady Nagant’s body beneath, she hears a breathless, “Oh, wow, you’re really good at this--”
She plants her knees on either side of the woman’s waist, rears back and sits. Her hands slide against bared skin and settle at Lady Nagant’s collarbone.
Nana tilts her head. “Thought I was full of hot air?”
“Well, how else do objects float?”
A genuine laugh leaves Nana, and her eyes crease with a smile of her own. She concedes, “That one I deserved,” and taps at the metal plate curving at the collar of the sleeveless top. “No zipper?”
Lady Nagant groans. “Ah, shit, I knew I was forgetting something. It’s a pullover, hang on.”
With one inglorious motion, Lady Nagant wriggles out of her shirt. She flings it to the floor, unties her hair as well, and flumps back against the covers. Nana appraises the newly exposed skin, the generous swells of her breasts and the hardening brown nipples.
“You had a bra built into your gear?”
“Is that really what you’re focusing on?” she whines, and her hands rise to play with herself: squeezing, groping, massaging. “We can compare sizes later, come on.”
Impatient. That’s a strange aspect for a long-range sniper, but the long-range sniper has a point. Nana catches Lady Nagant’s arms by the elbows, presses them down on the thick, wavy locks of pink and blue hair, and bends to kiss her again.
She rocks her hips too, but not in a riding fashion.
A hitched breath precedes a high-pitched whimper. The instant Nana’s mouth slides off to brush against her jaw, Lady Nagant demands, “You have a strap, don’t you? There’s--there’s no fucking way you don’t--you must--”
“Yeah,” breathes Nana, and she says, “Keep your hands here,” before she pushes down, lavishing kisses down Lady Nagant’s neck and collarbone and the valley between her breasts. Teasingly, Nana traces a wandering path to a nipple.
Lady Nagant keeps her arms up and arches into Nana’s mouth, gasping, “Great, great, ah, I’m so okay with that. Fuck me, fuck me, f-fuck--”
“I’ll need to sanitize it first.”
“I’m your new roommate,” she manages, and her hips buck, violent, as Nana shoves her hand down the front of Lady Nagant’s fitted trousers, past the cotton panel of underwear. It is slick, hot, and inviting. “We--we can totally have more nights like this. I’m down for it. You?”
“You do make a pretty picture,” Nana muses, and she runs her fingers over wet folds, blindly mapping her way to thrust one finger inside, to grind the heel of her palm against Lady Nagant’s hard clit.
Lady Nagant reacts beautifully. Her expression twists with pleasure, her body writhes, clenches down, goes wetter at the penetration. Wet enough for two, but the stretch causes Lady Nagant to go, “Nngh! Senpai--senpai, slower--”
Between being called senpai or Seventh Wonder in bed, Nana ruefully guesses that the former isn’t so bad. She certainly won’t give Lady Nagant her name first.
Nana curls her fingers up, seeking until the body wrenches at the blow of pleasure, and then relentlessly hones her attention to wringing out all she can get from Lady Nagant. She shifts herself back higher and waits.
At last, Lady Nagant spasms. Her muscles quiver and tremble; her heels dig at the blankets. She gets out, “C-close, I’m close.”
“Give me a kiss, kouhai,” Nana purrs, and bends to meet Lady Nagant’s lips, swallowing her cry at the moment of climax.
#bnha#nanagant#lady nagant#tsutsumi kaina#shimura nana#lemon#shih.txt#asks#anon#i KNOW i said they would be short fills but#/gestures/ WOMEN!!!#i'll put this on ao3 when i get more lady nagant backstory#we gotta get lady nagant her STRAP#nagant gives as good as she gets in the unrealized version of this
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Love Down the Line: Epilogue
The last thing Indie musician Emma Swan needs is a gigantic wrench thrown in the workings of her biggest tour to date weeks before its launch. When her backing guitarist that caused the problem says she has the perfect solution Emma is skeptical but left with little choice but to accept. Unfortunately she isn’t really prepared for said solution to be former Rock Star and leading man of Emma’s teenage fantasies, Killian Jones. With no other options and a month of performing across the country ahead of her Emma just hopes she doesn’t come to regret letting Killian onto her stage and into her life.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, AO3
~*CS*~
Los Angeles, Three Years Later
“You know, the last time I was here they only gave me those itty bitty bottles of water.”
Killian laughed to himself but kept his eyes trained to his phone. He knew if he looked up the love of his life would be scowling at the unnecessarily large bottles of expensive water lined up along the counter of the green room they were waiting in. Emma Swan was prone to many wonderful things but graciously giving up on a grudge was not one of them.
“The last time you were here you hadn’t won five Grammys in one fell swoop. When I was doing the first interviews with Realm of Jewels we were lucky to get cups of tap water. We thought a slice of lemon was the height of luxury.”
“Yeah, well that was what? Three hundred years ago?” She teased, moving across the room to flop down beside him on the couch with a huff, “They should at least have a water cooler or something. Reusable bottles are the way of the future.”
“First you complain about the water they’re providing and now you’re complaining about the one their not? Can they do nothing to please you?”
He looked over at her with a raised brow and she gave him a smirk.
“They fired Walsh so that’s a step in the right direction.”
“Thank bloody fuck,” he growled, turning back to his phone with a scowl.
Emma had eventually told him the full extent of what had happened the day of her interview with Walsh Hoakley. Not only had the wanker reported gossip as though it were truth, which caused the brief falling out between him and Emma that had made them both miserable, but the berk had hit on her not ten minutes after. When she finally had told him, only a few days after they had reconciled, it had taken an hour for him to calm down and at least a week for her to convince him not to fight her battles for her. The news of Hoakley’s firing less than a year later had been celebrated with a sparkling cider toast.
“So-” Emma peered over his shoulder and he felt some of his tension melt away, “What’s got you paying more attention to your phone than the expensive goodies they’re trying to get on our good side with?”
With a snort he tilted his phone towards her, “Just going over the contract one last time.”
“We have a fancy lawyer for that don’t we?” She asked crossing her arms as she sat back, “And Ruby wouldn’t try to scam you. I mean, look what’s happened since she decided to become my manager instead of staying in my backing band.”
“Well, aside from those five Grammys I mentioned-”
“What?!” Emma’s brows shot up and her mouth dropped open in clearly feigned shock, “I won five Grammys? I had no idea!”
“Hush, love, you deserved them and I’m honored to brag on your behalf,” he chided though he gave her a wink, “Although, I don’t rightly think we can give Ruby the credit for that.”
She scoffed and burrowed further into the couch, “If she hadn’t forced me to let you audition then we wouldn’t have met. Then we wouldn’t have had our grand romance that in turn inspired In the Middlemist and I wouldn’t have won those Grammys.”
“I believe that we would have met eventually, love. If not through our careers then we would have certainly been invited to Ruby’s wedding where I would have been immediately smitten with the blonde in the crimson bridesmaid dress,” he said lowly, pleased to see her cheeks flush.
“And I probably would have freaked out even more meeting you for the first time there than at the studio. You know how much I like seeing you in a suit-” she said huskily, leaning up to press a soft kiss under his jaw. Then she sat back and smiled wide, “Even then Ruby would still be the reason we met. That’s why I dedicated it to her and not you.”
“Is that why? I thought it was because you were still upset with me over the tiny misunderstanding over your choice in vehicle.”
He gave her a knowing look and she glared right back at him. When he raised his brow in challenge she rolled her eyes at him.
“Fine, that was part of it,” she conceded, “But I did mention you in every acceptance speech.”
“Which was wonderful aside from the camera they kept shoving in my face to capture my every proud tear in HD,” he grumbled, remembering the repeated messages from Will that were just the GIF of him crying after Emma had said she loved him onstage holding her third award of the night. He blew out a breath, “As I was saying: aside from all that I will admit that your career has flourished under Ruby’s care. She has become quite the adversary of Regina, stealing her best clients away.”
“Regina’s over it now,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand, “Ever since you reintroduced her to Robin in a non-business setting and then moved to that corner office things have been great.”
Just as he was about to make a somewhat lewd comment as to exactly why both those things would put Regina in a good mood there was a knock on the door. It was opened a moment later by the intern that had initially led them there.
“They’re ready for you, if you’d like to follow me.”
He let Emma proceed him as he stowed his phone in his pocket. She was right, of course, Ruby wouldn’t dream of sneaking in last minute changes to the contract making her his new manager. If anything she would have been fine with a verbal agreement and the promise of making her the godmother of whatever child he and Emma might have. Unfortunately all of their fancy, and expensive, lawyers required things in writing and in triplicate.
The intern led them to a broadcasting studio that looked like every other one he’d ever been interviewed in. One glaring difference, however, was the radio host who squealed when she saw them and practically skipped towards them with open arms.
“Finally, you guys! I’ve been waiting all week for this!”
Emma laughed and accepted the hug easily, “Us too, Tink. Killian’s had it marked in all of our calendars the second Ruby booked it.”
Tink pulled back from Emma and gave him a wide smile, “I’d heard she finally got you to make it official. There’s no stopping her now.”
“As though there was a chance before,” he chuckled. “Lovely to see you again, TInk.”
“If you guys lived here I’d see you more,” she chided gently before stepping forward to wrap her arms around him, “Everyone’s still on for dinner tomorrow, right?”
“Of course, Will wouldn’t let us hear the end of it if we didn’t,” he scoffed, giving her a light squeeze before letting go.
“Great! I still can’t believe he ditched Emma to be in your band,” She said with a laugh, grinning broadly at Emma’s frown. Something over his shoulder caught her eye and she nodded before focusing back on them, “Alright, my producer’s about to throw a fit if we waste any more time. Go ahead and get settled while I do my thing.”
As he and Emma moved to the seats awaiting them Tink bounced over to her chair and donned her headphones. With a bit of awe and intimidation he watched Tink easily slip into performance mode, softening her accent and dialing up her enthusiasm as she introduced herself and the start of her broadcast block. She hadn’t been a DJ for long but he could clearly see she had found her calling. When she teased their interview she gave them an overexaggerated wink that had him stifling a laugh.
After two songs and a small promo of Enchanted’s other stations Tink gave them a thumbs up as her producer let them know that their mics were live.
“That was the latest from The Killers and I don’t know about you but I’m more than ready for their new album to be released. I’m Tink and this is Rock Alt, home to all the alternative rock hits here on Enchanted XM. Today is a very exciting day because in the studio with me, right this very moment, are two people that you should be very familiar with: five time Grammy winner and indie darling Emma Swan and two time Grammy winner and alt rock god Killian Jones. Once upon a time I toured with Emma as part of her backing band and on one of those more memorable tours Killian decided to join us. Welcome, welcome!”
“I can truthfully say we’re excited to be here,” Emma chimed in brightly, her grin wide and happy.
“Yes, thanks for having us, love,” Killian said warmly. “Though I feel it’s only right to mention that those two Grammys were won with Realm of Jewels.”
“Aw, it’s only a matter of time before they’ll be joined by plenty of others, especially with this new album-” Tink waggled her eyebrows and he had a feeling she wasn’t going to go easy on them just because she was their friend. “There’s no question that you two are more than just friendly collaborators, with a couple of writing credits on each other’s albums and a duet on Killian’s acoustic cover album of Realm of Jewels’ greatest hits. We’ve also seen the red carpet photos and Instagram glimpses of your romance.”
He looked over at Emma and received an eye roll in return. When they’d first truly started dating they’d kept it hidden from anyone that wasn’t close friends or family. They had both felt that they wanted to start their relationship without the hounding from the press and scrutiny from the gossip mongers. It wasn’t until nearly a year and a half later, when Emma had clearly been his date to American Music Awards, that they’d gone public. Even then they had both agreed that they’d keep their personal lives as private as possible and continued to do so. Including the fact that they’d been married for two years.
“But now you’ve released a surprise album as a duo,” Tink continued, “going by the name Charles & Leia, which also happens to be the title of the album. It’s amazing by the way and if any of you out there haven’t listened to it yet I suggest you do so, but only after this interview is over, of course. So, how did this come about and why Charles & Leia?”
Emma gave him a shrug and a nod and he leaned closer to his mic, “As you mentioned earlier we’ve been playing together for some time now. After that tour I was a part of we were both starting on our next albums and would often work through arrangements or fine tune lyrics, using the other as a sounding board. This has, as evidenced, continued through the years until one day we thought we might try our hands at creating a whole album together.”
“We didn’t want it to be an album of my songs featuring him or vice versa though,” Emma chimed in. “Then it would have just been the same thing we’d already been doing which would have been fun but kinda boring at the same time. We wanted to challenge ourselves to create something new together from the beginning. Luckily our label was open to the idea and let us run with it.”
“And the name?” Tink prodded.
“A bit of an inside joke, really,” he said with a chuckle, reaching over to clasp Emma’s hand in his, “Whenever we made reservations or had to give a name for whatever reason I used Charles and Emma used Leia. I don’t even remember why-”
Emma snorted, “When he made the reservations for our first date and they asked for a name he panicked. We’d been watching The Crown and he blurted out the name Charles. At least he didn’t completely lose his shit and say Elizabeth.”
Emma’s eyes widened at the curse and clapped her hands over her mouth. Tink waved her hand in dismissal. Not a moment later the producer let them know through their headphones that cursing was fine but to keep it to a minimum if possible.
“Anyway,” Emma said evenly, though her cheeks were pink, “When it was my turn to make reservations I kept it going. Princess Leia was my hero when I was a kid. Still is actually.”
“As she is for us all,” Killian jumped in, “Of course we no longer use those as our aliases but when we were trying to decide how we wanted to present ourselves for this album this seemed appropriate.”
“We also figured it would give people the chance to listen to the songs without already having an idea of what they thought it should sound like because they knew it was us,” Emma explained, “I mean, it’s not like we’re trying to deceive anyone or anything but a lot of times people don’t try something out because they think they know exactly what it’s going to be. I know I’m totally guilty of it sometimes.”
“I’ve been listening to the album non-stop since it came out last week and you’re absolutely right, if I hadn’t already known that it was you two I wouldn’t have even been able to guess. Now, I’ve played alongside both of you and have been a fan of each of your music since both of your beginnings and I have to say, Charles & Leia is nothing like the music you’ve released before. What would you say were the biggest influences on how you approached the creation of this album?”
Killian took a moment to consider Tink’s question. He immediately dismissed sharing the long convoluted answer that began with innocent questions about one another’s past that led to a months long search into the mystery of Emma’s beginnings that came up empty while he nearly spiralled out of control once more over the unhealed pain of his borderline abusive and neglectful father. They were still working through some of those issues in therapy and even with the personal nature of the songs they’d written he didn’t feel it was necessary to elaborate on what the lyrics already implied.
“I can’t speak for Emma but for me it’s a look to the past and what influence it has on the present and the future. Take the title track for instance, my mother was Irish so I looked to the old Celtic folk songs and the instruments used, mimicking the flow of the music before playing around with more modern sounds. The result was entirely unique but still felt familiar, like an auditory deja vu, if you will.”
Tink was nodding furiously while Emma rolled her eyes at him, “I definitely won’t be that eloquent but yeah, we both have things in our past that sometimes takes a toll on who we are today. Our music was already pretty personal. I mean, I’ve written songs about growing up in foster care or when I was in jail but this was something else. Every day when we finished recording whatever song we were working on I felt like I’d been turned inside out and then wrung out but in a good way? It makes no sense but I’ve also never been this proud of one of my albums.”
“Well you should both be damn proud! I may be the tad bit biased but I think this may be the best album to come out this year and we’re only halfway through,” Tink effused.
“Thank you lass,” he mumbled as he scratched behind his ear at the compliment.
He caught Emma’s eye and she gave him an indulgent smile. She was well aware that sincere praise always tended to discomfit him, as he felt he was undeserving of it, especially when it came from someone he knew well. It was something he was working on getting better at accepting, with her help of course.
“Since the album was a surprise release there hasn’t been any confirmation of a tour yet. Any chance we’ll be seeing you two taking this act on the road?”
“We’re doing a kind of a mini tour on the east coast and then a couple of dates out here,” Emma explained, her eyes sparkling, “We didn’t want to get too ahead of ourselves and book a bunch of dates and then not have anyone show up.”
“I doubt that will be a problem,” Tink dismissed with a bright laugh, “From what I’ve been told nearly every show is sold out. So if any of you listeners out there want to see Emma and Killian perform songs from this brilliant new album I’d say don’t wait to buy your tickets. I already have mine.
“Now, I know this album is only weeks old and you both have flourishing solo careers but I have to ask: can we expect even bigger things from you two in the future?”
With a smile he had no hope of quelling he gave Emma a wink, though he was reasonably sure that it was nowhere near subtle. It didn’t matter though, as no one had a clue what it could mean since she had only shown him the positive pregnancy test earlier that morning. Emma gave him a beaming grin of her own and he kept his eyes on her as he spoke into his mic.
“I think you can, Tink. In fact, I’m quite certain that this is merely the happy beginning of grand things to come.”
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* jessica alexander, ciswoman + she/her | you know scout rothschild, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a year? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to invitation by ashnikko like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole born with a silver spoon in her foul mouth, hiding bruised knuckles under fingerless gloves, tireless nights spent dancing on pointe until her toes bleed & her ankles feel so brittle they could snap thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 2nd, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered.
HEYO !! i’m gray & this is my babe scout ; first time playing her as jessica but !! i love her and she rly fits her vibe well i think. let’s cross our fingers together that i don’t make this intro too long okay .. yknow what let’s just hold hands. bc it probably will be for no reason bc i ramble too much haha ANYWAYS ... here we go
TW: drugs, abuse / neglect, eating disorder
born and raised in nyc ... v rich , v spoiled. her mother was a prima ballerina when she fell for one of her choreographers , and of course they were stupid and reckless so it wasn’t too long until scout came along. her mom was PISSED bc it nearly ended her career, but she was determined. two weeks after having her, she was working her ass off to lose the little baby weight she’d gained ( she was tiny af to begin with so she didn’t get v big ) she didn’t breast feed bc she didn’t want her boobs to be swollen for the next year lmao
so she was pretty much raised by a nanny !! until she was old enough to go to the studio with her parents. she loved watching them dance. it wasn’t long after her first steps before she started following in their footsteps. still, when her parents had to do a tour or various shows in a row, she would be at home with the nanny.
as soon as she was old enough, she was enrolled into ballet classes. she loved it and thought she was doing well, but her mother wasn’t quite so impressed with the training she was receiving. it wasn’t easy for her, but she decided it was time to hang her ballet shoes up and start on a new venture -- so she bought the school that scout was going to, so that she could make sure that she was getting the BEST possible training. from then on, she was pushed every day to reach her ‘full potential’.
she was always at the top of her class, she made sure of it. she wanted more than anything to make her mother proud. she never told her that she was, but by the time she was ten years old she knew what pride looked like on her mother’s face. that was good enough for her.
her parents often fought about how hard she pushed their daughter, her father disagreeing with a lot of things, arguing that she needed to start doing normal childhood things instead of focusing every waking moment on dancing. he never won -- scout refused to be a ‘normal’ child. all she wanted to do was dance. this went on well into her teenage years, always striving to be the best of the best. just like her mother was. she did whatever she had to do to stay on top, whether it be putting laxatives in her competition’s water bottle on audition day or not eating for a few days at a time to lose a few pounds. her mother didn’t bat an eye. she’d been through the same thing, for her it seemed completely normal and unproblematic. in fact, she would encourage it at times.
her relationship with her mother, as well as her relationship with dancing, was an extremely unhealthy one. the only person who could reasonably see it was her father. which is why at 21, he decided that he’d had enough and would send her away to a small town, somewhere that she could take a break from dancing and maybe find herself outside of that world. little did he know, sending her to irving would do just the opposite, as one of scout’s ballet idols now resided there ( @ambitcxious ). she was still pissed about being sent away, but at least it wouldn’t be the WORST thing in the world...
SO FAST FORWARD ; she’s been in irving for a year, and surprise, she’s still dancing ! now as addie’s little protégé, she couldn’t be happier. there’s still pressure on her to be the best she can be, but at least it’s not her mother. she’s actually able to let loose in her free time, unlike back home when she was restricted from doing anything that might distract her.
since being here, she’s probably had first times for ... so many things. ( ie getting drunk, getting high, eating whatever she wants, going out with friends, uhhhh ... sex lmao )
sooo ya girl has a LOT of pent up aggression ... especially when she first got here. one night she was at the bar and got into a fuckin’ BRAWL with some bitch & let’s just say there was no competition... after she was thrown tf out, someone approached her about joining a little underground fighting ring. told her she’d be perfect for it ... and who was she to disagree ? she’s perfect for most things, after all ~ ( potential WC ?! )
her parents send her money every 2 weeks, but still encouraged her to get a job to be more ~ independent ~ and they only send her enough really for essentials ... she gets paid to fight as long as she wins, but her cover for her parents is that she got a job at cutie pie’s diner :) sounds quite nice, keeps them from being suspicious when they call her for updates !
( tw: drugs/alcohol ) loves to get drunk and smoke weed preferably at the same time ,, dabbles with some ecstasy n molly when she feels like really letting go .. tends to stay away from coke for the most part ? she’s already kind of high strung so she doesn’t like the way it makes her feel
obviously likes to try new things !! like .. pretty much anyone could go up to her n be like ‘yo u wanna go do this?’ she’d be like ??? hell yea let’s go
will absolutely start a fight for no god damn reason ...
chaotic bisexual
THERES MORE BUT MY BRAIN IS MELTING SO IM ENDING IT
please feel free to slide into these DMs if you want to plot or like this and i’ll slide into urs either here or on disco !!
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Thoughts on the 8th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima. Spoilers beware
Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 & 5 | Ep. 6 | Ep. 7
Love that every time its a MTC centric episode im so busy that i can’t watch it the day it airs
I like how the beginning of the episode kinda mirrors the events in MTC’s story in ARB
hey hypmic you wanna try making it Less obvious who the culprit is? like damn you’re just giving away secrets like its candy. First Ramuda, the Ruikawa and now these two assholes. Might wanna keep your cards close before you spoil the ending of the anime
oh wait they already did that nvm :p
Samatoki please have some sense of self preservation and ask what its about before accepting something. but I guess it also speaks to how trusting he is of those he lets close to him which also explains a bit more as to why he hates Ichirou’s guts
Love that Jyuto is actually choking the information out of someone and Samatoki is actually gathering intelligence and creating boards out of it. Most people expect the opposite from their characters and it such a great dynamic
I find it hilarious that Rio uses older computers but that brings up the question of “How far into the future really is hypmic?” bc those computers look to be from early 2000′s which would be A N C I E N T and completely unusable for hacking come a time when WWIII happens
Iris on a bike has no rights looking as hot as she does. The vehicle CGI is really nice too and so is her character model on top of the bike. Loving how Iris completely owns the two cops
The MTC love here is jsut. through the roof i can die happy now that i’ve seen Samatoki aggressively caring for his teammates animated and voiced. like, please. just. help. I can.t/ MTC care so much for each other I would hug them all and tell them good work, you can finally go rest now uughghghgh MTC guys. MTC
But mannn Iris is so cool, approaching MTC without any fear
I find it hilarious that Saburo would pose as a game dev from dubai which yknow doesn’t make any sense if you think about it. but whatever it just makes me laugh at how easy it is to fake a lot about yourself because yeah! it is easy!
The whole conversation about cops and good cops seems a bit off considering ACAB but considering Japan who has largely swept both BLM and ACAB under the rug it isn’t surprising. That isn’t to say that Japan doesn’t care, its just that these movements aren’t on the spotlight so topics like these don’t carry as much weight
lol yeah he should have expected to be stabbed from the front lol
SRKHFSKJD Rio please stop living in the water, i can’t believe he did that lol
Love the SamaJyuto subtext in the translation lol
Jyuto’s sequence is kinda cute in a way ahaha
The kurosawa-esque b&w screens are a nice touch to the song as well as the MC Name drops and hypnosis speaker drops. Idk about Rio’s 2DIE4 reference though since it doesn’t really rhyme nor does it add much to the rap itself
The song itself is pretty nice but it isn’t a bop like Fallin’ was. It has a different more gritty feel to it that i don’t hate but isn’t my style
Of course Iruma pulls this situation into his favor, its so typical of him.
Rio didn’t speak much here and took a general backseat to everything. I wonder if it was because during the time of recording this episode, Rio’s VA, Kamio Shinichiro, went down with The Virus (you know the one) so he couldn’t record much. Who knows but best boy. just let me hear best boy’s voice please
Ramuda’s phone vibrate actively annoys me oh my god it makes my skin crawl
If Ramuda’s sleeping on the couch then that really does confirm that Ramuda lives in his studio. Not surprising considering everything we know about Ramuda but at the same time, please get like a futon or smth sleeping on a couch will only hurt your back
Ramuda just busting in is fun
but im not sure how to feel about two divisions shoved into one. like this is basically telling us who is the important divisions, Ikebukuro and Shinjuku. Obviously BB are the protagonists of the series what with the staff coming out to even say that Ichirou is the hero, and if you know what happens then you know why Shinjuku is also highlighted which. also gives away the ending of the anime. again. I’m just glad that the team decided to stick with the irl results bc if they didn’t, they’d have a lot of angry fans
Back to my main point tho, this just. pisses me off. I love FP and MTC and to see them sidelined like this doesn’t feel fair. they deserve full eps to themselves bc if I’m being honest, these two teams have some of the best inter team dynamics out of the current cast. I understand that budget issues and episode constraints exist but this is just kinda frustrating that my main division has been tossed aside and the team that gets the most overall development gets thrown away too
Im not surprised that they cheated because gambling anime is about who can outcheat the other and the mind games played. thats the thrill of gambling series is the psychological factors in it
Ramuda emulating Gentaro’s speech is cute
The mindgames are not present at all and I expected that lol
thats.... midly gay gentaro lol do you always go around pressing shit into people’s mouths while leaning in close? thats pretty gay lol i love the homoerotic subtext present in this episode. First SamaJyuto and now GenDice
no speaker summon sequence? thats slightly disappointing but whatever. the anime is really doing FP dirty by cutting a lot of corners with their episodes
I never noticed that Ramuda and Gentaro hold their mics in their left hand while Dice holds it with his right. neat detail
I love how even in a battle FP still keeps their preppy attitude
Gentaro looks so awkward to the little sway and kick thing in the song lolol
This is probably one of the songs that I like the least. Jackpost is a very Dice song and not really fitting for either Ramuda and Genaro. I think i’d like it more if it was a dice solo or dice centric but the emphasis was pretty cleanly spread so that makes it pretty hard to enjoy
Oh hell yeah FP meshing as a team is just, so cute. Though that foreshadowing with Ramuda and his candy is just. wow
Yup they kept the og brackets so I think the anime’s going to stick with the IRL results. Which means that any tension they try and build won’t work for ppl who are already familiar with the series but I hope they don’t take that fact as an excuse to slack off
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The thrilling adventures of a PA - Chapter Five : One man’s loss is another one’s gain. (Adam Sackler x Reader)
The nights have been short after what happened. You couldn’t find sleep, your mind kept rehashing that night, what you have said or done that might have laid to this, what you’ve could have done or said differently after he didn’t say anything all night long. It was tiring to say the least, combined with your work and the day to day life. It was starting to show, dark circles under your eyes, your shortened attention span and increased coffee consumption were obvious signs but working with actors rubbed off on you since you managed to fool the others until now, pretending everything was ok. But of course, you were not, and it was driving you crazy. Why were you stuck like this, knowing this must have been just a game for him, hoping for something that’ll never happen and hurting yourself for nothing ? It was ludicrous, completely laughable and once again you remember Stew’s words. So as you’re sat at your table, (barely) eating your lunch, you decide to move on, to stop been that wreck you’ve become and this time, you’ll stick to your plan. No more distractions, no more foolish hopes. You’ll do your job, perfectly, be nice and all but it’ll be it.
After you’re done, you go to the trailer park, walking mechanically towards Adam’s and you knock at the door. You hear footsteps inside, and you take a step back, knowing it’ll open in a few seconds, revealing the actor and you ready yourself for what’s to come. You take a deep breath and smile when he gets out, greeting you with a small ‘hello’.
- ‘’We’re expected in 25 minutes on stage 8, are you ready to go ?’’, you ask him quietly, feeling he’s grumpy by the way he’s standing there, hand clenched on the doorknob.
- ‘’Just give me a second, I’ve got something to finish first’’, he answers, getting back in the trailer and you nod, waiting as you cannot really do anything else for the moment. You cannot really hear what he’s saying but he seems pretty tensed. You jump a little when a loud thud resonates from the inside, the sound of a phone getting crashed on the floor it seems. You wonder what’s going on but just after you remind yourself that you’re not supposed to care about him anymore.
- ‘’Adam?’’, you simply ask, as suddenly he rushes out, closing the door behind him in a loud clash.
- ‘’I’ll need a new cellphone, can you get one for me ?’’, he simply throws at you as an answer, storming towards the stage without looking back.
- ‘’Of course, you’ll have it tonight’’, you reply, brows furrowed for a second before you start walking behind him, letting him deal with whatever this is on his own. It’s not your problem and it never was after all. The rest of the day goes by in almost total silence but it’s not a bad thing in the end, it allows you to detach yourself,
Once you’re home after getting some food from the little grocery store near your beuilding block, you check your mail and start preparing diner as tonight you’re hosting a small party at your place with some coworkers. Of course Shirley & Stew are going to be there along with Oona and the others but also some other technicians you’ve made friends with over the weeks. Nothing too fancy, just some snacks and drinks, a little chill evening to unwind after a hard day at work. Last time it was Oona’s turn to host and it was a nice setting as she had access to her building’s rooftop, so you try to make it up for it with a large variety of snacks. You’re not a good cook but you’re creative so you’ve come up with many different dips for the crips & vegetable sticks you’ve prepared for the occasion. You just hope you’ll be able to make the evening enjoyable for your guests, you all deserve a break and it would bother you to fail to provide that tonight. Once you’re all set, you take a quick look around and you’re pretty satisfied, the place looks cosy, invinting and the food is spread equally, if they don’t want to move too much they’ll be able to taste everything in one spot. Being a PA as also rubbed off on your organizing skiils, you tend to anticipate more, think ahead and it shows. A few months ago, such a party would result in utter choas because you’d have second guess yourself about everything, trying to please everyone to be accepted, leading to disaster because time would have fly by, leaving you with only one option, to order everythin & empty your meager savings just to save face. That xas progress, in the right way even & it made you smile. Who would’ve thought it possible only a few months ago ? Not yourself, for sure.
Before the first guests arrive, you go change your attire for something a bit more fitting but still quite comfy. You’re not going out after all, might as well just do the bare minimum, it’s not like you’re trying to get someone’s attention these days... A last look at yourself in the mirror and you go back to your living room, waiting for your friends who should be there in only a few minutes now. The first to knock is, not a surprise for you, Oona, who got her arms full of boxes, each containing her famous cupcakes.
- “I think I’ve overdone myself this time”, she says laughing a bit as she comes in but knowing the others, there would be none left by the end of the evening.
- “If you ever consider a career change, I suggest you open a bakery, I’ll be your most loyal customer, your cupcakes are to die for”, you tell her as she puts the boxes down on the table before she turns over to hug you.
- “I’ll keep that idea in mind, maybe i’ll do it on the down low, like some people do it on Etsy or something”, she answers smiling before making herself at home. “Need a hand for something?”
- “Nope, I’m all set as you can see but you’re sweet to ask.”
Before you can say anything else, the others start arriving and so the party begins. You try your best to be a good host, it’s not easy for you as usually you’d rather stay home, by yourself and watch tv shows & stuff like that but for once, you’ll make an effort. Your little group made you feel accepted & competent so you kinda owe them that, and you could survive being a social animal for one small night, right ?
It’s 2 hours into the party when you see Shirley coming your way with a big smile on er face and you’re not sure what it bodes for you so you try to match her attitude but still weary deep inside. She wants to congratulate you for the party, saying it’s one the chilliest she’s ever been to but you can’t help but think she’s only saying that to make you feel better (that’s so Shirley after all). Without missing a beat though, she changes topics and mentions that there is someone here that seems very interest in you and she points (not so) discreetly towards him, making him wave back at the both of you.
- “So unconspicuous, thanks now I’m blushing for no reason”, you joke with her but your cheeks feel warm still. It’s Dominic. He’s working as a gaffer for the studio and you’ve talked with him a couple of times already. He seems to be a nice guy, geeky like you. last time you two chatted together, you’ve spent a good 20 minutes debating which composer was the best when it came to original movie soundtracks, something any other guy would probably consider boring and trivial.
- “Maybe not for no reason... I mean dearie, he’s kinda cute. Plus he’s clearly into you. You should go talk to him, like right now”, she says still smiling but you can sens it’s not really a recommandation, more like an order.
- “You’re never going to leave it alone, are you?”, you reply you know the answer already.
- “You deserver some love too darling, so go on, he doesn’t bite... maybe if you ask nicely though...”
- “Shirley!”, you utter disapprovingly as she waddles away from you chuckling.
But the deed is done, you notice that Dominic is coming towards you & you smile politely as he stops in front of you.
- “Quite à party you’ve thrown here, congratulations”, he says jokingly as he points out to all your coworkers around, busy chatting while emptying the plates & drinks you’ve set out in the appartement.
- “Thanks, you’re sweet to say that but I know it’s pretty basic. I didn’t have the time to come up with something as elaborate as the others”, you defend yourself.
- “Yeah but at least you did your best, that has to count for something, right?”, he remarks and you nod slightly.
- “Oh, now that’ I’m thinking about it, did you have time to watch the movie I talked you about the other day?”, you ask, more than relieved to change subject.
- “Not yet, no, but I’ll give it a try soon, it’s on my watch list”, he answers chuckling a bit.
- “So you’ve got one too, I’m not the only one who keeps tracks like this”, you admit chuckling too. And off you both go into a conversation about your most anticipated tv shows and without noticing it, the party is over and you’re left on your own to clean up the place but your friends are nice people, they collected the glasses and plates so you just have to pick everything up & put it in your sink. After the last bit is set to dry for the night, you crawl to your bedroom and fall on your bed, drowsing off into sleep with ease.
The following days when you cross path with them, you got some compliments for your little spree and you must say, it uplifts your spirit after all that happened. Plus, as days go by, you’re starting to get closer to Dominic. Often you’re spending your lunch break together, chatting about your hobbies and stuff like that, discovering that you have a lot in common. As you thought, he’s nuce, not to narrow-minded but not too opiniated either. He loves animals (he showed you loads of pictures of his dog already and he’s as cute as his owner you must admit) and he loves the same old tv shows such as Xena or McGyver. It’s almost as if you made him in a computer (to continue the references to vintage tv shows you both like of course). So obviously, you’re on your guard. You’ve learned that if it’s too good to be true, it’s probably a trap and you’d rather avoid falling in another one right now. Plus the fact that you like the same things doesn’t mean anything, just that you had similar tastes and backgrounds as you’re roughly the same age too. But you’re not going to lie, you wouldn’t mind going out with him if the possibility should present itself some day.
As for how things are going with Adam, you’re not exactly sure where you’re standing. Still not a single word regarding the kiss and he’s been pissed ever since that phone call the other day. So you do your job, daily and as good as ever even if the mood has clearly changed between you two. It’s a bit hard for you to force yourself not to care since it’s part of the job in a way but well, not that way and you know it. You’re not far from him as you both walk to the set and you yawn a bit, you watched the last season of How To Get Away With Murder yesterday’s evening but you sacrified your resting hours to know how it ended & it shows.
- “Another party ?”, you suddenly hear coming from him, making you furrow your brows. Was that a jab at you ? It certainly feels so...
- “No, not that it’s any of your business even if it was”, you remark maybe a bit too hastily but you don’t wanna hear any more innuendos regarding what you do or might be doing at night coming from him. He has no right to comment on that. “I’ve left the new pages of the script on your table, there’s only 3 lines that changed. I’ve marked them to save you the pain to go through it to found out which”, you add then to change the topics and open the door to the set, letting him enter first. He just nods to thank you and that’s it for conversation. You go join the others on the side and gladly chat with them after that new spat with Adam. Stew gives you a compassionate pat on your arm and you smile back at him, content that none of them ask what put you in that mood. The usual chatter sets your mind aside and the rest of the day arrives sooner than you thought, allowing you to get home early, giving you the opportunity to treat yourself with a feel good movie & some comfort food. But even that doesn’t really help because you can’t stop asking yourself what game he’s playing with you, ignoring you one moment and asking personal questions the other, like he’s some kind of Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. But luckily, you’re tired so you doze off, your mind finally giving you a break & cherry on the to of it all, you’re not coming back to work before noon the next day.
As you join Shirley & Oona at their table for lunch, you catch Dominic in the distance. He’s waving at you so you wave back & see Shirley smile a bit as you sit down.
- “What? He was saying hello, I just waved back”, you defend yourself, knowing what that smile means coming from her.
- “I didn’t say a word darling”, she says a little bit too cheerfully to your taste.
- “No need for that, you’ve got your ‘I’m judging you pout’ going on”, quips Oona, visibly amused too by your conversation.
- “Ah! See, you’ve got that face, I’m not the only one saying it”, you remark as you sip on your drink with your straw.
- “But she’s got a point though, you’re flirting with him”, Oona points out sipping hers too, making you almost sneeze yours out.
- “I’m not, I’m being polite, you two should try it some time”, you retort, knowing they’re saying the truth but for now you ant to avoid confronting it, you’re not in the right mindset to start a relationship. They both chuckle and you end up chuckling too, making you think the topic was over but as usual, Shirley doesn’t give up that easily.
- “Just be careful if you go out with him, don’t give him any false hope”, she adds, all wisely.
- “Why would I do that?”, you ask, brows furrowed, not really knowing where this is coming from.
- “You know why”, she says giving you the ‘you know who I’m talking about’ look. “The guy’s into you but don’t let him get close if your heart & mind are still hooked somewhere else”.
She just hit the spot. You always felt like she was some sort of a mind reader and this just confirms it for you because it’s like she knew what was going on inside your brain and strangely, you both knew it, given the look you two share at this point. Feeling the silence is getting awkward, Oona throws another subject out of nowhere and lunch goes by with you thinking about way too many things to really enjoy your food. You’re still processing that whole exchange during the afternoon, warranting yourself some side glances from Adam from time to time, which you deliberately chosoe to ignore. And it kinda pisses you off that he cares now but still not enough to talk to you about wha happened. Another reason you really should start to forget about him & you know it but it’s not that easy since you’re by his side all day long. Deep down you know what you have to do, it’s obvous but that’ll ask a lot for you & you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold the distance. Despite your slight shyness, you’re someone who cares about people (some may even say you care too much) so for you to cast your feelings aside even though you know that’s what needs to be done, it’s gonna be problematic. On your ride home, you nearly miss your stop because you’re deep in your thoughts and as the evening goes on, you feel a headache forming up, making you officially brand the day a crappy one.
The next morning you arrive on set, completely on auto-pilot, the two coffee you already took didn’t have any effect on you until now but you pull through, the last thing you xant is hearing another remark coming from Adam about how you look tired, assuming you went out even though he’s part of the reason you’re in that state. But nothing comes and you’re relieved, avoiding yet another spat with him makes your day easier. In order to keep your cool for the day, you decide to eat your lunch next to the costume department building, knowing almost nobody goes there during the break. After a good thirthy minutes, you return to the real world and you cross path with Dominic, who’s leaving for the day, lucky him. You chat a little and when he leaves, you feel lighter. It’s stupid, you curse yourself to be that way, so unstable in your emotions, such a mess when clearly you should know better with what to expect from someone like him, playing with people just because he can. That’s where you’d like to have a dog, to keep you company in times like this, to cheer you up with its cute face. And at least, he wouldn’t play with your feelings like someone else did. But it would be unfair to him, as you wouldn’t be able to xlak him when needed, plus your building rules don’t allow pets in the appartments so... You just hold your pillow close & wait for sleep to come and get you so you can finally call it a day.
#fanfic#adam sackler x reader#the thrilling adventures of a PA#sorry for the delay#life was full cray cray for me#hope it's gonna be worth the wait#not a lot of Sackler here but it's to set up the next chapter
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Diamond Tears and Little Wings
Part 1?
Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?
Warnings: N/A
Posted: 08/22/2019
Tags: bts x reader, ot7
Lots of angst: 2,600 words
A/N: This was a request by an anonymous user! It was so cute that I started it right away! Also, it has potential for future installments or whatever so!
You stood ready. Ready to receive the love and attention you so desperately wanted and needed from the seven men you loved so very deeply.
But it was your fourth hour of waiting and already you could feel how heavy your wings were getting.
But they promised they would be home soon.
You wobbled slightly, looking up as the clock chimed and marked another hour passing. You teared up and sniffled, trudging toward your room as you resigned yourself to another evening alone.
They had been forced to take you in as a publicity sort of thing, making them look more charitable as other groups were thrown into an unfavorable light for abuse of fairy folk. And the timing of it had been quite ingenious.
Before they took you in you had been living in a home for the fay, usually staying in your pixie form because it was so crowded and it was much easier to hide. Taehyung had seen you watching them and broke away to investigate, following you and subsequently playing hide and seek with you (you won) until he realized he was lost. Then he asked you if you would come out and help him find the others again, seemed kind of scared. You flew as far ahead of him as you could without him losing sight of you, leading him back to the others where you collided with Namjoon’s hand and ended up on the ground.
A broken leg and a ton of paperwork later and you were in a cushioned shoe-box on your way home with them.
Things were awkward for a while, because you were nervous and they weren’t sure how to take care of you. You had a broken leg, so you had to stay in the form you broke it in, and you couldn’t fly as great of distances. You spent quite a few days in the shoe box in their practice rooms or studios, only able to watch and admire.
You started watching their videos and listening to their music, catching up on everything the fans already knew since you had to live with them.
Jimin, Taehyung, and Jin got you a doll-house that you could inhabit as your smaller self, putting it in the bedroom that they had set aside for you.
The change in the way you all interacted came when you finally were able to switch to your human-sized form and they saw you like that for the first time. They knew you were able to change back and forth, but they hadn’t seen you big until the morning after you first changed. You hadn’t really thought about scaring them with your changed form since you’d had a great night’s sleep and were still half-asleep when you walked into the kitchen to get some juice.
Ever since then, they had been very attentive, and curious. They would ask you more about what you wanted and needed to be happy. They found ways of spending more time with you, especially after you explained that you needed more of their love and attention because it was how you lived.
But now it seemed as though they had forgotten. Forgotten that you needed them. Forgotten that they once loved you. Forgotten that you existed.
You stumbled and switched to pixie form, going into your doll house and hiding in one of the closets with some blankets and pillows.
You cried into a bowl, not wanting to end up sitting on one of your tears. You were one of the unfortunate kinds of pixies whose tears turned to diamonds after they had been shed. Little droplets solidifying as they dripped off your nose and chin.
Your glow faded even more as you became too weak to even cry.
The clock struck again. Another hour gone.
You heard the front door open, seven bodies enter, the door close. Shuffling steps to respective bedrooms, the bathroom, and the kitchen.
None of them came to check on you.
You felt like you might turn to stone. You would have to go find another family to love you for a year. That’s all that ever happened. One year with people who loved you, and then the novelty wore off.
There was muted conversation in the kitchen, but you were too tired to hear what was said. It didn’t have anything to do with you anyway.
You room door opened after a soft knock, and someone stepped in. They were still for a moment, then quickly stepped over to the dollhouse.
“Y/n? Are you in here?” Jimin asked softly, lifting the roof to peek inside, but you were on the first floor in a closet that could only be seen in when the closet door was opened. You heard him put the roof back and tensed as he turned the house around to open the back and look inside. “Y/n?”
“Jimin?” Hoseok’s voice sounded near the door.
“I can’t find Y/n,” Jimin said, sounding a little worried. “Y/n, are you in here? Please come out.”
You couldn’t open the door even if you wanted to. Your eyes were barely open.
Hoseok started down the hall, calling your name and probably telling the others why.
Jimin opened the closet door and your body sort of slumped out, dumping the bowl of tear drops. “Y/n!” His fingers carefully picked you up and then he cradled you in one of his hands, holding you securely as he rushed out into the bright kitchen. “Hyung, there’s something wrong with her!”
You could hear them all talking at once, but you fell asleep, too tired to do anything else.
You woke up somewhere very warm, and very alive.
“She’s awake,” Someone whispered.
You forced your eyes open even though they protested, seeing the finely woven threads of a shirt.
“Y/n?” Yoongi whispered, his voice vibrating through you as he held you against his shirt.
You tilted your head back to look up at his face.
“Are you okay? You had us worried,” Hoseok whispered, a finger petting your hair once.
You nodded.
They exchanged disbelieving looks.
“Your glow is so dim, y/n,” Jungkook said, offering his hand for you to crawl onto.
You did, more because you felt some serious vertigo and Yoongi’s pajama shirt was slippery, but your arms barely held your weight and you quickly collapsed into his hand.
Worried sounds and mutters issued from the boys.
“Take her to a doctor?”
“Maybe she ate something she shouldn’t have?”
“Should have come home sooner.”
“Don’t tell me that, I tried to!”
“You’re all being too loud,” Jin intervened as their voices were raised. “She’s a pixie right now, so everything is going to be twice as loud, if not louder. Calm down and let’s do what we can to take care of her.”
“You still feel cold,” Jungkook whispered, taking you over to the counter where Hoseok was finishing setting up a bed on the warmed up bean-bag heating pad you used in winter. He carefully laid you on the blanket and Hoseok tenderly wrapped the blanket around you.
“I found the care book they gave us,” Namjoon said, rushing back in. You could hear him flipping through pages, muttering under his breath the topic he was looking under. “Here is it, “When and Why Their Glow Fades”. Um…three main reasons, the first is that she’s sick, but she would feel warm to our touch instead of so cold. Second is excessive cold…but it says here that her glow would be very white and her glow is more…I don’t know…blue?”
“Gray,” Jungkook said, carefully petting your hair.
You curled up making sure he could still pet your hair, but relishing in the warmth of your current bed.
“Third reason is…”
“Hyung?”
He cleared his throat. “Being unloved or feeling unloved for a period of time that causes them to go into rapid decline.”
You sniffled, the only sound in the room as they all held their breath.
“What do we do?” Yoongi asked.
“Probably talk to her first,” Namjoon speculated. “Y/n?”
You looked to him instead of the blanket.
“Hey, we’re really sorry we came home so late. We didn’t mean to make you wait for us. We’ve missed you,” He whispered.
“We’ve been working extra so that we could be home with you all weekend,” Taehyung added, voice wobbling.
“We love you so much, y/n,” Jungkook whispered, still petting your hair. “I’m sorry you didn’t feel like we did. We’ll try to make it up to you.”
Hoseok leaned in and kissed your head, getting a snort out of you since it always felt funny and he knew it.
You pinched his upper lip when he went to do it again.
He laughed in surprise, gently poking your belly. “Little imp.”
Your giggles died and sadness filled you again when you realized how little he had been teasing you the past couple of weeks. You had missed it so much, and now he was only doing it because you were fading.
“I got you a present, y/n,” Taehyung said, capturing your attention. “I had someone make you a coat that wouldn’t hurt your wings when you’re in your big form. I measured your wings while you were sleeping and sent in pictures and everything. I hope it fits, but if it doesn’t we can have it fixed.”
“And we brought home your favorite cake,” Seokjin said, pointing to the box further down the counter.
“I rented that movie you wanted to see when it was in theaters but couldn’t because we were too busy.” Jimin smiled proudly for remembering. “Do you want to watch it now, y/n? Or tomorrow?”
“We really do love you, y/n. So very much. One of the reasons we took so long was because we kept thinking about you and what we would do with you once we finally got to the weekend.” Hoseok gently scooped up the beanbag cradling it—and thus, you—in his hands. “I accidentally wrote your name in the lyrics about a hundred times today.”
“And I messed up the choreography so many times because I kept wondering what you would think of it,” Jungkook added, looking a little upset at Hoseok taking you away from where he could caress your hair.
You wanted to believe them, but you knew how easily they lied. All humans lied easily. Fairies didn’t have that privilege, another reason they became oppressed so easily. They couldn’t lie.
You couldn’t lie. But you also couldn’t tell when someone was lying.
“Please don’t die,” Taehyung whispered, his voice betraying that he was already crying.
You hated it when he cried. It hurt your soul. You tried to push yourself up and managed to do so for about two seconds before you collapsed again, sparking worried exclamations and sounds from the boys.
“Don’t hurt yourself, you’re really weak,” Yoongi said gruffly. “I’ll heat up some broth for her. Someone get out the pixie sized dishes.”
Seokjin went to get them.
Taehyung took you from Hoseok, sniffling and holding it close to him as he carried you over to the couch so he could sit. He looked desperately sad, and you wished you were strong enough to wipe away his tears.
But his face was honest and open.
“You love me?” You asked, voice coming out creaky.
He sniffled and nodded. “Since you first hid from me.”
You felt warmth again, and you wiggled to get your arms free and hold them out to him.
He carefully picked you up, bringing you to his cheek.
You pressed against his cheek, giving it a little kiss, and then squeaking as a tear dropped onto your head.
He looked down and laughed a little, handing you the blanket again. “Sorry, little wing.”
You wrinkled your nose and poked his wet cheek again.
He brought you to his forehead as he leaned back and you climbed on to his forehead and rested there like you used to.
You were already feeling a little better, and you giggled as you smelled his shampoo, climbing into his hair and playing with it.
He laughed when you tugged on one of the strands to tease him. “You must be feeling better, y/n. Do you think you could get big for me?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No,” You said again, almost petulantly. If you got big then the others would keep lying to you about loving you. You didn’t need them. You had Taehyung. He loved you.
He plucked you out of his hair, a little roughly and immediately apologizing as he held you more carefully. “We need to talk, as a family, y/n.”
You pulled the blanket over your head and curled up in his hand. “No.”
“Okay, well, we’re going to talk. Can you at least listen?”
You didn’t move, which they seemed to take as an acquiescence.
“We know we let you down, and you have every right to be mad at us, and sad. You have a right to feel whatever you are feeling. But we need you to know that we love you, so much. We’ve been neglecting you, and I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. We weren’t sensitive to your needs.” Namjoon’s words sounded like they were carefully chosen. “We were really scared when we found you, y/n. I don’t know what I would do if we lost you.”
“I’m not a pet,” You squeaked, tears filling your eyes.
“I know. You’re a person. Our person,” He replied quickly, but he sounded lost now. Like he didn’t know how to say what he wanted. There was a hint of desperation in his tone that had you inclined to believe that he loved you too, but you weren’t sure.
You looked out at his face, seeing the way his eyes were fixed on the couch. He looked lost and upset. Like he wanted to fix things but he didn’t know how. Like he had just broken something he really cared about.
Your gaze drifted to all of their faces. Now that you weren’t as weak, looking at their faces you could see their worry and care.
Their love.
“This can’t keep happening,” You told them, sniffling once more and sitting up, holding the blanket around you. “I depend on you guys to live. Without you, I fade. I die. I’m not a puppy. I need your love unconditionally because I…” You teared up again. “Because I can’t help loving all of you. It’s part of who I am!”
Hoseok was in tears now, and so were Jungkook and Jimin.
Jin looked pretty close to tears as well, looking at the ceiling.
“We do love you,” Yoongi finally said. “We’ll take care of you.”
“I’m never leaving you here alone again,” Jimin said dramatically, taking you from Tae and cupping you to his chest.
You sighed and rested against him. “Okay. Set me down. I think I’m strong enough to switch.”
He placed a gentle kiss on your head and then set you on the couch between him and Jungkook.
You shimmered into your bigger form and made a queasy sound. “Oh, I shouldn’t have done that,” You whispered, a tear slipping out and you bent forward to try and combat the nausea.
It clicked onto the floor and Jungkook picked it up. “Um, is that supposed to happen?”
You nodded emphatically. “So stop making me cry.”
Jin leaned in and kissed your lips, effectively stunning you. “We promise.”
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27 for the Pina Colada verse and 28 for DYLDYL please for the fic asks!
27. if you were ever to do a sequel to piña colada verse, what do you think might happen in it?
alright, so i’ve basically accepted that i’m probably never going to write this, but i had it all planned out on how to write about the night john wrote misfire. basically, roger embarrasses john somehow, and as revenge, john takes a very specific story that ronnie told him while she was drunk and writes it into a song. he writes it just specific enough that roger would know that john’s writing about how the first time he had gay sex he blew his wad way too soon and ruined the mood. so he writes misfire and presents it to roger first as a kind of ‘haha i can FUCK YOU UP PRETTY BOY!!!!!” and roger freaks. the fuck. out.
immediately he’s like you cannot show that to the others, don’t you fucking dare, i’ll kill you and john’s like fucking watch me. so john plays it for freddie and brian and roger’s like ready to kill him, the whole time sitting there sheet white and terrified. and when it ends, john’s like, see, roger, it DOES matter if you come within two minutes!!!
and right when he thinks he just won, brian lets out this strangled gasp and is like ‘roger!!!! i thought you weren’t going to tell anyone!! it’s not my fault, i’d never had sex with a man before!’ and then flees the studio.
that’s when john realized a) that he fucked up and b) ronnie never actually specified that roger was the one who blew his wad early.
cue a lot of groveling, both john and roger in the dog house, the appearance of dominique AND tim, brian trying to drown himself in peppermint schnapps and chocolate buttons, and freddie not getting paid enough to fix their bullshit.
it would have been epic, y’all.
28. in dyldyl, what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [so because you didn’t specify which pairing i’m gonna do freddie and jim i hope that’s okay!! if not lemme know and i’ll redo it!!!!]?
freddie meets jim one night out while out with john and roger at one of the gay clubs that john used to frequent before he and roger got together. he and roger have been having a grand old time dancing before john decides to go buy them drinks. up at the bar, he’s putting in an order for three vodka sours when someone taps him on the shoulder.
“john? is that you?” says a man with a brilliant mustache, his face familiar in the way that almost everyone is now. maybe they’d met at a show? or maybe he was a friend of freddie’s.
“erm, hello,” said john, angling himself in such a way to pay the bar tender without having to engage too much with the man. “how, erm, are you?”
“m’good! really good,” says the man, sidling up to john and holding out a finger to try and catch the bartender’s attention. “how have you been? better, i hope?”
john, who’s just been getting over a rather terrible cold, nods his head appreciatively. definitely a friend of freddie’s then. he’d gone around telling everyone it was terminal before john had even left the gp.
“oh, yeah, mate, thanks, much better. feeling fit as a fiddle!”
“great!” the man smiles, and again john finds himself mentally scratching his head to try and figure out who the man was. “i know things were rough with the whole roger situation--”
john flinches, the accident still a raw piece of him he doesn't particularly care to revisit. the man notices his reaction and his gaze softens.
“hey,” he says, quiet over the thudding base. “it’s okay. things are better now, right?”
“yes,” john says emphatically. “much. in fact why don’t i--”
arms wrap around john’s shoulders possessively, a chin sharp over the jut of his collarbone. immediately, john relaxes into roger’s hold, once hand coming up to rest on his broad forearm.
“what’s taking the drinks so long?” roger pouts, his tone friendly but his gaze hard as he inspects the man standing before them. “and who’s your friend?”
fuck.
panicking, john mentally flails before jumping straight into the fire. “this is roger!” john shouts, gesturing at roger. “you remember roger!”
the man’s eyebrows shoot up practically into his hairline as he stares at roger, clearly taken aback. john’s about to jump ship and flee when the man’s face breaks out in a wider smile, laughing incredulously.
“wow!” the man chuckles, holding his hand out for roger to shake. “wow, can i just say, i did not expect that. roger, it’s an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance. john, you bastard, why didn’t you say anything?”
john was wondering that himself.
“pleasure to meet you, too,” roger grins, teeth flashing dangerously. “i’m sorry, i’m afraid john’s been hiding you away. how did you two meet?”
the man looks at john, his eyebrows moving in a way that suggests he’s trying to say something with them. john, an idiot, has no idea what is going on and settles for grabbing his drink from the bartender and downing it in one go.
“john and i met a few years ago,” the man says carefully. “many many years ago, back before you two got together.” the man widens his gaze, flitting from roger to john and back to roger. “i’m jim,” the man adds as an afterthought, as though that answered anything.
john furrows his brow before it hits him in the face, wildly and horrifyingly. jim. jim the man that john spent a whole night crying on his couch about how roger didn’t love him. jim the man that john went home with with the intent to fuck before his supposedly unrequited love for roger got in the way. that jim.
“holy FUCK!” john sputters, spilling the watery remains of his drink all over the floor. “jim! how are you, mate? how you been? christ, it’s been years! rog, this is jim, the bloke i was telling you about--”
roger clearly was the smarter of the two, as he was able to pick up what jim had thrown down a lot faster than john had.
“pleasure to meet you!” roger smiles as he detangles himself from the death grip he’d had on john. “thanks for being so nice to deaks. he’s told me all about you.”
jim blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “s’the least i could do! i’m just happy he’s managed to win you over.”
roger preens, fluffing his hair like the diva he is. “took a while, but eventually i had to give in. quite the charmer, this one is!”
the three of them laugh.
“you’re a lucky one,” jim grabs for his drink. “i just had some bastard come up to me in the line for the loo demanding to know how big my cock was. i had to throw my beer on him to get him to fuck off! some men have absolutely zero tact!”
as though his ears were burning, freddie appears like a vision in leather and denim, scowling.
“i’ve had the most terrible night darlings,” freddie scowls, gesturing at his beer stained chest. “some areshole had the audacity to throw his beer on me-- all i did was tell him i like my men well hung!”
[blah blah blah jim gives john his number to get back in touch, john (at freddies insistence) invites jim round for drinks and scrabble where he meets freddie when freddie is NOT on hte prowl, and they fall in love and live happily ever after]
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𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼
pt.7
word count: 2,545
<this is a yandere story, therefore this is a trigger warning for emotional abuse, manipulation, toxic relationships and overall unhealthy obsession towards the reader/mc/yn>
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jungkook was really cute, in general. he captured hearts of many people, unintentionally, of course. it was an obvious fact and everyone knew it. except, all of the atoms in jin, hoseok, namjoon, and yoongi's body wouldve disagreed at this moment.
he was a whining, stomping, stubborn mess right now. tears were streaming down his face as he stomped about in his room, definitely making a big mess. the covers were thrown onto the floor as he kicked the small rug on his floor.
"hey, bun-bun, please stop! do you want noona to see this big mess?" namjoon tried persuading the boy, who stopped momentarily. he shook his head no and namjoon nodded, "exactly. if i tell noona that you made this mess, do you think she'll be happy? who knows she might just leave us if she sees this."
at the prospect of you leaving, his eyes teared up even more. he collapsed onto the ground, grabbing a pillow he had previously thrown onto the ground to cry into.
"no!~~"
the wail made all 4 of the guys cringe. finally, yoongi stepped forward running a hand through jungkook's hair.
"hey, bunny, why don't you get into bed and wait there for y/n to come back?"
jungkook shook his head.
"why not buddy?"
"i-i wanna see her when she comes inside, jungkookie doesn't want to wait any longer."
yoongi nodded thoughtfully, helping his fellow friend up, "we can wait downstairs, let's go."
his hand clasped tightly around jungkook's, letting the little sit on the couch which was positioned right in front of the door. yoongi made sure jungkook was preoccupied, turning to namjoon.
"get him his banana milk."
in a few seconds, the carton of milk was in jungkook's hand as he clutched a pink bunny plush in his other, staring at the door with determination. it was as if he was a runner, you opening the door would be the equivalent to the start of the race, and jungkook would have to run as fast as possible to you - the finish line.
jin sighed dramatically, feeling the weight off of his shoulders as he rolled his chair into the kitchen. hoseok and yoongi followed, letting namjoon stay preoccupied with jungkook.
"gosh, i knew he was reliant on her, but this is the worst episode ever." jin said taking a large gulp of water, he was trying to trick himself by thinking it was vodka. he indeed needed a drink, but right now wasn't an appropriate time.
"you know he has like over," hoseok paused thinking of a reasonable number, "200 photos on his phone, only imagine how many he has on his laptop, tablet, and probably has some on his fucking smart watch. knowing him he probably programmed it differently, just for that."
yoongi chuckled dryly, silently pitying jungkook. "he's so dependent, it's scary." he shook his head as if he was disappointed in jungkook.
hoseok and jin looked at each other, then at yoongi and broke out in laughter.
"coming from the guys who used her as your 'muse'." jin exclaimed, hoseok nodding and laughing along with him.
yoongi's face lit up a light pink, "oh whatever, at least i dont lie to her." his clap back made jin roll his eyes.
"we all agreed to this so don't go on bringing up that. that's just you trying to be a hero." jin's snarky comment made yoongi shut up immediately, although the glare he had directed to jin was clear on how he didn't like his snide comment.
"jungkook is just young, that's why. assured, we all acted that way when we were his age."
"pft, at his age i was kil-"
"noona!!~"
the excited squeal cut off jin who sighed heavily once again. wordlessly, they all walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. they saw jungkook holding you close by your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, even if you were noticeably shorter than him.
"hey jungkook." you patted his shoulder in greeting, your other hand being occupied by taehyung's hand. jimin watched the two youngest get most of the attention so he stomped into the kitchen. he grabbed one of your favorite drinks, bringing it out to you in a glass cup.
"here noona, drink this. you must be exhausted." you thanked jimin with a smile, pulling away from jungkook. you took a sip from the drink, looking at all of the expecting males. were they just waiting for you to come home? their eyes were wide, a smile on their lips...resembling puppies almost.
their eager eyes suddenly tore away from you, noticing your questioning eyes. "so..."
"noona let's play games upstairs!"
"y/n wanna check out my studio? i was working on some new tracks, if you're curious to hear some."
"noona, i never got around to showing you my dance performances right?"
you blinked slowly, staring at the individuals who were looking at you expectingly. the grip around your arm and you looked down to see jungkook looking at you with his bright, big doe eyes and lips formed into a pout.
"noona~ please?"
your breath hitched, the sight making your heart stop. the same time, your hand was being pulled in the direction of taehyung. you looked at the younger male.
"noona, you haven't spent much time with me. jungkook can wait, can't he?" taehyung's tone dropped and you could see in your peripheral vision jungkook moving towards his hyung.
"what? what are you getting at, taehyung?"
the other boy's eyebrows raised, shocked at the sudden informal tone jungkook had.
"i'm sayin-"
BZZT. BZZT. BZZT.
there was a vibration coming from your right pocket. so you took ahold of your ringing device, after un-twining your hand out of taehyung's (with his reluctance, of course), and swiped to answer it. you tried turning your body to the side for some privacy, but jungkook's hold didn't loosen a bit.
so you let out a sigh, saying a greeting to whomever was on the other end.
"good afternoon, ms. y/n."
"uhm, hello. who am i speaking to?"
the boys tried acting like they weren't listening in, except for jungkook who was watching you like a hawk. they were either on their phone, playing games, or just looking out the window.
"this is mr. kim, the secretary of mr. park hyung-sik's company, EyeCandy."
the name was familiar, it was one of the biggest companies regarding technology in South Korea. it was a job you had applied to maybe more than 2 months ago. it was a longshot dream you had. they handled many out of the country project and you simply wanted to become one of their translators. it was stupid of you to think you even had a chance. and it was obvious after the ceo had gotten up on a stage in america and by his side was a girl speaking into a microphone.
"ah," you said, not knowing what to think of it, "and why are you calling? sorry for the rudeness, but i can't wrap my head around it...i mean, i applied months ago."
jin's eyebrow raised in question, definitely paying attention now. applied? as in for a job?
"actually, i'm glad to be the bearer of good news, so we would like to say we have accepted you as mr. park's own personal translator."
you blinked once. twice. and thrice, or the third time.
"i'm sorry but, what?"
"come around at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you're interested."
and the line went dead.
"let's go!" jungkook said tugging your arm to go upstairs. but you wouldn't budge. jungkook began whining slightly, but stopped when you looked concerned with something. it seemed safe for him to assume it was regarding whoever you were on the phone with.
"oh! i remember, hobi," you said looking at the surprised male in question, "your studio. it should be opening in 20 minutes, you asked for me to remind you earlier this morning."
the boys looked at hoseok suspiciously, but he only smiled gratefully. "oh thank you! i really forgot!"
he glanced at the boys, who were staring at him with high suspicion, but he gave no second thought to them, rushing upstairs.
"you know, noona," taehyung looked at you, softness in his eyes and smile, "you can call me tae or taetae if you want."
you smiled at his cute nickname, opening your mouth to respond, but jungkook cut you off.
"goo! kookie! jungkookie! you can call me those names! even bun-bun!"
'really? i would think annoying brat would be more fitting," yoongi thought bitterly, not loving the fact he was still attached to your arm - and the fact you seemed okay with it.
"well, if we're getting familiar with nicknames," yoongi said with a calm voice, "i give you permission to call me yoongs." he already made clear on the first day he wouldn't mind if you called him oppa or yoongs, but he thought restating it would've encouraged you to call him that more often. "oppa is fine too."
jin glared at him for taking the oppa title. "actually, you could call me oppa too, and if you want jinie. seeing as i am the oldest, that title should be reserved for me too." jin threw a glare at yoongi who only rolled his eyes.
you chuckle at the seemingly playful banter, not knowing how competitive they were actually being.
"joonie is cool with me." namjon said casually, walking closer to you. "and actually could i speak to you alone for a moment."
the mention of being alone with namjoon made junkook tighten his grip around you.
"no! noona is going upstairs with me," he declared for what felt like the thousandth time today,
"goo, i swear only 5 minutes. and you can take her upstairs to play overwatch or whatever."
the youngest showed to sign of letting up, until yoongi sighed and walked up to him. "goo, let's go. namjoon needs to talk about someting serious-"
"i am serious!" jungkook said puffing his chest out.
yoongi gritted his teeth, grabbing jungkook by the back of his neck and making him lean down a bit, so he cuold speak very clearly right into his ear.
"jeon, you better stop fucking around and come with me, let namjoon and y/n talk alone - it's something very important. or i swear to god, i'm gonna...beat the shit out of y/n right now, take them away from you, and make sure you never see them again." yoongi's words held no meaning, zero at all, but it got the reaction he wanted. jungkook let go of you, grabbing yoongi by his collar and staring him right into his irises. yoongi could tell how jungkook had switched, snapped, and was angrier than he's ever seen.
"repeat that shit to my face right now." jungkook, rather jeon, was furious. this persona/alter of jungkook was more aggressive than any other alter that jungkook had (at least known by the boys). it was a very, very, very stern rule in the house to not trigger that part of him. it never really ended well, no matter who tried to calm him down. the only way jeon would leave would be if jungkook had gotten sleep or just past out for whatever reason.
"come on," namjoon said, grabbing your wrist to pull you aside. it would be best if you didn't see anything that was about to go down, "there's something important we need to discuss."
you reluctantly let him tug you in the direction of his office. he shut the door behind you, but you flinched when you heard something crash.
"alright, so what i wanted to talk about was regarding your living location..." his voice trailed off, fiddling with some papers in his drawers, "jin and i wanted to know if you would be staying with us or you would be residing back at your apartment?"
this discussion was really supposed to be saved for later, but hearing your phone call and seeing jungkook's unusually clingy attitude, it seemed to be a good time to bring this question upon you. after all, with everything that seems to be happening at this moment, you might even say yes due to the pressure.
you nodded slowly. the decision had to be made, and the pros and cons of your choices were clear. living with the boys would only make your job easier, however it would inconvenience the boys. living by yourself (as you had been living before) would let you not be in anyone's way, however, the commute to the hill would have to happen every day and it sounded tiresome just thinking about it.
"i mean there is no pressure, however, we - as in all 7 of us - want you to know that it would be no problem if you had decided to stay with us. don't think that you would be a burden, you're already helping us so much. it also seems fitting if you're going to be here every day, in the case of an emergency or something," his voice trailed off in the end, noticing how you were in deep thought. he saw the contemplation on your voice and he smirked a bit. he just needed to convince you a little bit...
"and i'm sorry to say this to you - i just need you to know. the youngest ones really do rely on you for a lot of stuff. we need you here on time to be driving them at their designated hours. also...to think about jungkook - he really needs you by his side as well as taehyung. i don't know if you've noticed, but you're one of their calming remedies."
well now you really couldn't say no. to know that you were actually needed, i mean, you knew you were needed but for the sake of the two youngest. being called their remedies. it was like namjoon was planning all of this out only for you to say yes, his wicked and smooth words were very persuading.
and persuaded you were. it was crazy. you had only met the 7 males a mere day ago, but being called one of their calming remedies. if you were needed for an emergency, it would be too late if you were to commute to the hill. so the only option was...
"i guess i should start packing my things up then," you said, almost hesitantly. "i really would hate to burden you guys, but, my job here might be a waste if i would have to commute every day." you smile softly at the pleased man in front of you.
that was step one done and accomplished. everything was going well.
//I called this one pros and cons bc obvs ar the end,,,,but like pros and cons of jungkook is basically why that's the title
bc see hes a cutie wootie patootie, but hes also an annoying lil bitch for his noona ❤🥰 [pros and cons]
[that was a joke lol pls dont take offence]
[^jk finding out his noona is paying more attention to his hyungs]
#yandere bts#yandere imagines#bts imagines#imagines#x reader#yandere x reader#bts x reader#yandere bts imagines#yandere bts ot7#yandere ot7#sickly ff#yandere sickly ff#sickly ot7#bts ot7 imagines#ot7 imagines
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Contact Improv || Blanche, Orion, & Winn
TIMING: Tuesday, February 11th, 2020, Early Afternoon
LOCATION: UMWC
PARTIES: @harlowhaunted, @3starsquinn, & @packsbeforesnacks
SUMMARY: Blanche tries to exit out a fifth-story window. Orion kisses a wolf and likes it. Winn unleashes his personal trauma on some freshman.
WARNINGS: None.
Acting class had to be one of the most stressful parts of Orion’s day, and that was saying something. He had switched into the class the week prior, after dropping a class that his sister had joined at the last possible minute. He spent enough time around her.
With the late notice and the already limited amount of availability for entry level classes, he had been down to only a few options. From the moment Rio had walked into the class his hair stood at the back of his neck. He had felt this same feeling a few times before. There was a supernatural creature somewhere in the class.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the teacher, Miss Darbussy, had embarrassed Rio half to death by putting him on the spot to introduce him to the other students. After, Rio had scurried to the back of the class and hidden there for the rest of the class.
Now, a few classes down the road he had safely remained mostly unnoticed in the classroom. He always found a seat towards the back and tried making himself as small as possible and trying his best to disappear from existence. Now if only he could keep this up for the rest of the semester.
Introduction to Theatre was the bane of Blanche’s existence, but for Winn it was just another Tuesday. Winn knew the former fact for a number of reasons — not least of which was Blanche’s griping (and his complaining back, in solidarity) about the class any chance that she had. Today seemed… different, though, and not only because Blanche had begged Winn to let her skip another class. But Winn didn’t want to see Darbussy’s face (or feel her wrath, by simple association with Blanche), nor did he want Blanche’s GPA to tank because she was being dramatic (ha), and so he’d driven them both in.
Then, on the elevator ride to the fifth floor, he sensed it. He heard her heartbeat pounding, knew the telltale signs of fight-or-flight from years of experience as both a wolf and a psychology student. So, he did what any reasonable person would do and, as the elevator chimed that they’d hit the fourth floor, sighed deeply, and said, “Don’t.”
And, because really saying it aloud was more of a Band-Aid solution, Winn reached out with his good arm and hoisted the shorter woman up and over his shoulder as they hit the fifth floor. “C’mon, B. You’ll survive.” He ignored the stares from the faculty and students as he made his way to the room, as well as the hole that Blanche’s glare was burning into his back. (And thank fuck he’d kept her hands away from his nips, eesh.)
Darbussy tittered as they entered the studio, mumbling something about the “drama” of it all. Great. Grimacing, Winn deposited Blanche into one of the Department-standard padded floor chairs, gripping her hand tight within his as he sat down next to her. He looked at the new kid from across the room, waved sunnily (mostly to bug Blanche), and ignored Marissa’s pointed gaze — Blanche could take her.
“Don’t make me go—” she had said it at least a hundred times on the drive over, another fifty on the way to the building, and at least twenty-five on the way to the elevator. Blanche was not happy and it was because of fucking Orion Quinn of all people. Or, as she remembered solemnly, Onion as she called him repeatedly because she forgot how to make the Or sound with her mouth. How embarrassing. She had a plan though. Blanche decided it between floors two and three, and was gearing up to absolutely fucking book it out of the elevator and hurtle herself down the emergency staircase when Winn clearly caught onto her plan.
Well what the fuck was he going to do about it? Carry her?
That was exactly what he did. As a smaller human, she was used to being jerked and pulled around, and hell, Alain had literally thrown her the other day. It just made her even more mad that she was used to it, that Winn had just plucked her off the ground like an angry cat, and strode into class with her like that. Blanche waited till she was deposited safely on the padded chair and immediately tried to bolt —
Oh, wait, Winn was holding her hand like she was a five year old. She shot him a glare. “You’re the worst,” Blanche grumbled, crankily settling in her chair. No getting out of it now. She looked ahead, all the color in her face draining when she saw Orion from across the room. “Oh no, Winn this is! So! Bad! He probably hates me!”
“AS I WAS SAYING—” Darbussy interjected loudly and dramatically. “We are all going to experience scene work — we’re working on the dynamic shifts between each other and how power shifts between actors. And why don’t our late arrivals, Mr. Woods and Ms. Harlow, join our newcomer, Mr. Quinn, to start us off?”
The last two that walked into class were a shock to Orion in a lot of ways. He hadn’t expected Blanche Harlow to walk — or rather, be carried through the classroom doorway and join the class. Orion had figured that his one off with Blanche the other night had been exactly that — a one off. He was fully prepared to never see her again, but fate had apparently had different plans. And if Orion knew anything about fate, it was that fate sucked ass. But even more shocking than that, was Winn. Of course, he had picked Winn out of the group right away. Easily the tallest in the class, Winn’s seemingly carefree nature and habit of waving at anybody that he made eye contact with had been dangerous to Orion. Just like the other classes, Winn waved at Orion as he carried Blanche to their seats, Orion giving a small wave before realizing how ridiculous he was and face planting his forehead against his lap.
Still, that hadn’t been the part that had shocked him. It was that feeling that Orion got when his parents had set the werewolf loose on him and Athena. The goosebumps that had prickled at his skin and hummed at him. Until now, he had only known that it was somebody in the class. But the late arrival of Blanche and Winn coupled with the sudden appearance could only mean one thing. Winn must have been a werewolf. That complicated things even further.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his name being called. He perked up from his near fetal position, meeting the eyes of Miss Darbussy and finally connecting the rest of the dots to what she had just said. Rio’s eyes grew wide and his face felt flush, he could only imagine how red it must be. He was stupid to think that he could have escaped this all semester, but he had hoped he would at least make it a couple more weeks. Not to mention, Winn and Blanche? This was the absolute worst case scenario. “Oh uh — Ma’am. I don’t want to ruin the scene or anything. Maybe someone else should go first so I can, uh… observe?” He tried his best to get out of what could only be the single most horrifying experience he could possibly imagine.
“Oh no, acting is learning by doing. There is no such thing as ruining a scene, there’s only such things as a scene running flat — and if a scene runs flat, we fix it. It’s that simple, Mr. Quinn, now please, join me up here. And Mr. Woods and — oh for the love of God, Ms. Harlow can you two stop gripping each other like you’re both going to die. Get up here. Now!”
At his core, at his most essential self, Winn knew he just wanted to please others. It was something he’d worked through, first with the pack, and then in therapy for a few years. There were times when it was helpful — like when he needed to charm the pants off someone who was angry at him — and times where it overwrote his impulse control, and he just moved as quickly as possible to fix whatever was wrong.
A stern voice from an old white lady might, in retrospect, be a trigger of Winn’s. He wasn’t proud of the way he yanked Blanche up off the ground, mumbling a “sorry” (RIP to her arm) before letting go of her hand, or of the way he scurried up, tail between his legs, to stand at the front of the studio. He took some deep breaths. He could do this. He lifted his head, regarding the rest of the class — and avoiding Marissa’s gaze, Christ — with a smile that, he hoped, read as cheerful and even a little dopey.
He understood the newbie’s hesitation, but, really, how bad could it possibly go?
Blanche yelped loudly in pain as she was wrenched upward. Unlike Winn, she was not afraid of the old white lady. In fact, she relished in watching them get angry. Maybe that was why her and Darbussy had such an antagonistic relationship. Blanche glowered at Darbussy.
“I could climb out that window right now,” Blanche said to Winn under her breath.
“No,” Winn said.
“I could do it, there’s a tree right there.”
“If you two are done—” Darbussy cut in, waving them over to join Orion. “I’m going to give you an improv scene. Shall we?”
“N—”
“Alright! Since you two are so… handsy today—” Blanche looked up at Winn, wrinkling her nose.
“Didn’t like that,” she muttered under her breath.
“You two are the married couple.” Blanche snorted. “With the added tension of you, Mr. Woods, have been having an affair with Mr. Quinn’s wife. Would any of you like to explain the struggles of tension and power here?”
“After you, newbie,” Winn said, gesturing to Orion and winking.
At the teacher’s insistence, Orion crawled up from the chair and slumped towards the front of the room to stand with Winn and Blanche. For wildly different reasons, they both made him extremely nervous.
He kept his head trained at the ground at all times, only glancing up when someone spoke. “My uh—my wife?” Orion asked, laughing nervously which sent him into a fit of coughing. His wife. Clearly this wasn’t meant to be realistic. He made the mistake of looking up to Winn when he spoke and caught the man's wink at the wrong moment. Orion’s mouth went completely dry and he struggled to form anything close to a coherent sentence for what felt like minutes.
“I — uh— well— um, you see…” Orion fumbled through words and finally paused to take a deep breath. His voice was still shaky but at least he was able to speak in full sentences. “So, uh, clearly the tension is a man confronting another man about the affair.” He hated being here. He was smarter than this. His brain was practically the one useful thing about him, something his family had constantly reminded him of since childhood. But even that damned thing was useless as soon as he was in front of a crowd or hot guy.
“And I guess the struggle of power will be shown through us two... uh, fighting for control of the scene?” Either this class needed to be over, or Orion needed to finally pass out. He didn’t care which one came first.
“Good, Mr Quinn!” Darbussy said, enthusiastically. “That is one level of tension. Would you like to explain a second leve—”
“I’m here,” Blanche said flatly. This was bad. This kind of shit made her want to just keel over and die for the hour and thirty minutes, but Orion looked like he was legit going to drop like a rock. At least she was usually joking. Darbussy turned to glare at her.
“What?”
“If I’m Winn’s wife, and On— Orion is confronting Winn about the affair with his wife in front of me, that means I know, and that probably means I didn’t already know. So Winn is, like, totally in the doghouse.” Blanche grinned cheekily.
Winn covered a laugh with a cough.
“And what are two other—”
“Layers of tension in a scene. L.O.R.T. Stuff we covered in class last week while I was sick. Initial Tension, the T, is Winn sleeping with Orion’s wife. Relationship is our relationship—” she nudged Winn with her elbow “—as husband and wife, and if we wanted to add a secondary relationship, we’re all friends. Two couples doing… things married couples do today kinds of friends. Objective is Orion pointedly telling Winn he knows about the affair with his wife. Location is — uh —”
Blanche faltered slightly, and Darbussy grinned. “Yes, Ms. Harlow?”
She thought for a moment. “... Public.” Blanche said. “We’re in a restaurant. O— Orion’s wife went to use the ladies room.” Darbussy frowned. Ha, get fucked, she was right.
“I have a question,” Winn said, with a soft frown, perfectly oblivious to the mental standoff. “Why does it have to be Orion’s wife, Professor? Doesn’t that sort of uphold the tired tropes inherent in our society, tropes which value the drama and interiority of opposite-sex couples over the drama, melodrama if you like, of same-sex couples? Isn’t it more compelling, true to life in the twenty-first century even, for the couples to have inherent troubles of attraction and a more, I don’t know, nuanced dynamic than simply an affair? Aren’t the stakes higher when it’s Orion, and not some nebulous Other, whom I’m in love with, my best friend, someone whom I didn’t know I could love until I did? Doesn’t it mean more to him if his stake in it isn’t just personal, it’s internal?”
He stopped, taking in the slack-jaw of Darbussy, of the class, of Blanche, and the look on Orion’s face. What was that look?
“What? Did I say somethin’ weird?” he asked, to no one in particular.
Everyone in the class went silent at Winn’s monologue. Clearly nobody expected him to have that much to say about a scene, especially some randomly chosen one during a class. Orion felt like he was going to puke. He could only imagine what he must have looked like to the rest of the class right now. A million things ran through his head. He wondered why Winn had been so adamant about changing things up. Was he legitimately some LGBT ally? Or had he noticed Orion staring not too discreetly at him the last couple of classes and had decided to fuck with him? He was mortified either way.
“I—uh that’s a twist,” was all Orion could think to say. Was the room suddenly baking or was he just him? He felt sweat gather at his palms and wiped at his forehead just to be safe. He was pretty sure the back of the class could hear his heart pounding right now. It was ridiculous how worked up he was getting over some stupid scene. He needed to calm down or he may legitimately puke on one of his co-stars.
“I’m not sure how believable it is that he would be in love with me,” Orion mumbled, mostly to himself at that point. He had seen the look in Darbussy’s eyes. Whether she wanted to admit defeat or not, she loved Winn’s idea. And apparently all of them had some vendetta against Orion. They clearly wanted to see him embarrassed to death. “How—how do you feel about this new development Blanche? Does it make sense for the scene?” He turned to her, non verbally begging for her assistance.
Blanche could see the annoyance on Darbussy’s face as she scowled at Winn. Really, Winn was right, but Darbussy hated Winn, but she also had this… begrudgingly proud look on her face? She loved the idea and she was going to have to admit it. Ha, get fucked. Blanche snorted, before her head snapped to Orion when he addressed her.
“Uh—” Dude! Don’t drag her into this! She could see the begging in his eyes and could practically feel the anxiety rolling off him. Blanche glanced to the window again, the only viable option to get them both out of there at this point, especially if Orion was actually looking as green as she thought. “Uh—”
“Yes, Miss Harlow, what do you think?” Darbussy asked.
Shit. Blanche’s brain went static. No! Bad! Stop that right now! Why?! “Uhhh, I think that… The scene makes sense with how Winn said,” she blurted out. Shit. That was the opposite of helping. She shot Orion an apologetic look. “But—uh—uh—the dramatics don’t come from Orion. But from Winn’s reaction!”
“And what about your reaction, Miss Harlow? To being cheated on? And with friends no less?”
Bitch, Blanche thought. “Well, I’m probably sad. But to be honest, it’s probably a good thing! Well, not a good thing, good thing, but like, if Winn’s happy with Orion, that’s good! And it probably means our marriage wasn’t working out that well in the first place, so maybe it’s really best for everyone? Right, Winn? We need a divorce!”
Winn got the sense he’d maybe done something, well, not wrong, but definitely off. Orion and Blanche were, well... stumbling was generous. (And what was that comment about it being unbelievable that Winn could love Orion? No one else had heard it, just Winn. Hmm.) He didn’t know Orion well, even a little bit, but he knew Blanche “Filthy Cave Sex” Harlow pretty well at this point, and knew when something was up. Alright, improv. He could do this, right? He’d gotten them here, and he’d lead them out. Confidence, Winner. Confidence.
“Y...eah. Yeah. I think my character has, um, trouble being honest with his feelings, some trouble expressing himself. He hasn’t been clear to Orion or to Blanche about what he wants. So, even as his heart is, like, pushing him towards Orion, Blanche is the, uh, safer choice in some ways. If he stays with her, the story of his life has been written. It’s good and predictable. And maybe he likes that.” Winn took a deep breath. Alright, this was bad, but it was good. He knew how this story continued.
“But with Orion, there’s, you know, a deep friendship that could be something so great and, um, I don’t think my character’s a bad guy. I think he’s told Orion something, but maybe not the most important things, and I think he’s let it get a little physical, but only, um, recently. But he’s,” a pause, “a little religious? So, he’s got that, um, Catholic guilt. He needs absolution. He needs to be clear, with both of them, right here and now. He needs to make… a choice.” He knows he’s looking at the ceiling, knows there’s a light blush on his cheeks, knows that there’s something in his voice that’s maybe a little too wistful, maybe a little too emotionally honest. There was a nakedness to what he was doing, and it burned at his neck and his ears.
But, being as he’d just based a character on his ex, he probably deserved whatever came next.
At this point, Winn rambling felt like he was reading Orion his last rites. But a few things piqued Orion’s curiosity. Safer Choice. Catholic Guilt. Was Winn inside Orion’s head? His family was obsessively Catholic, a religion Orion had abandoned long ago, along with any other religion. For many reasons, Orion never saw himself disclosing his sexuality to his family. Not only because of the religion, but because Orion rarely pictured himself having a future at all, and definitely not one that included his family. His family would never approve anyways, so it just seemed best to keep those things to himself. This scene, the one that Winn stood directly in front of Orion pitching to the teacher, the class, him; that was the sort of resolution Orion could never see for himself. It made the idea for the sketch all the more gut wrenching.
But Orion also understood that the longer that this planning went on, the more his torture would be prolonged. He was clearly not escaping it, unless by some miracle a fire started on the campus or the sky literally fell. The best plan now was just go jump in, get it over with and then dip out as quickly as humanly (or hunterly) possible.
“Um, I guess I — or, um, my character is feeling very confused. He probably feels backed into a corner, approached in public, in front of Winn’s wife. But in a lot of ways I think he also feels sort of, relieved? That things are finally coming to the surface and everything will be out in the open. Assuming he survives the conversation, I imagine there must be this overwhelming cathartic feeling that goes with it.” Orion shrugged, accepting his fate. “Or something, I guess.”
“Great! Now that you all have deep and personal connections with each of your characters—” Darbussy said, happily. “Do the scene!”
Blanche froze. “What?”
Darbussy looked at her expectantly. “Do the scene,” she said, slowly. “Anyone can start. Rapid fire now, remember that there’s no wrong answer, but to always be accepting. Yes and, remember?”
Blanche looked at the other two, a little fearfully.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Darbussy said, helpfully. “Start in the middle of the tension, rather than before it happens. It’ll rip the bandaid off.”
Blanche almost let out a frustrated scream. This was so terrible! Why did she have to do this?!
Finally she turned to Winn. Whatever, shoot for the moon, or something.
“I can’t believe you.”
Oh, they were just… jumping into it? Winn knew his role well, for better or for worse. Hopefully, it went better for Winn than it had for César, when he’d been here years and years ago.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I… I don’t know what else to say to make you understand, Blanche.” He looked askance, focusing on a stain from where he’d knocked over Darbussy’s coffee a few weeks ago, and hoped it looked sufficiently “torn.”
Nervous laughter started pouring from Blanche as she looked between the two. That was always a problem with her whenever they did improvised stuff, she couldn’t help it. “I—” nervous laughter. “Don’t—” Crap. Crap. Crap. Tears sprang to her eyes. Oh! Wait! That was a good thing. She could work with that! Blanche looked between the two and immediately burst into tears. “I just wanted everyone to be happy!” she wailed.
“Uh,” said Winn unhelpfully, looking away from Blanche to stare into Orion’s eyes for a long pause, searching for something. “I— What do I do, Orion?” Right, ‘cause Orion — Winn, in the actual past — was supposed to have all the answers. Super fun trip down memory lane, Winner. He sighed. “What can I do?”
Rio helplessly looked back and forth between Blanche and Winn as they began their scene. Rio forced his gaze forward, too afraid to glance out at the class who had been staring at them silently this entire time during setup. Orion’s face must have been so red that it looked like it was ready to pop. He was relieved that there was nowhere around that he could see his own reflection. All the feelings of confusion and embarrassment were building up. He needed to find a way to relieve the pressure before he passed out. Copying Blanche’s tears seemed tacky, but not exactly unnatural for a scene full of emotion. It only took a tiny bit of motivation for the tears to start rolling down his own cheeks.
“I—I don’t know what you want me to say…” Orion’s voice was barely a whisper as it escaped his lips, but he could make that work for him. The character was confused and flustered, much like Orion. And even more like him, he hated how public Winn had made the scene. “I can’t tell you what you need,” Orion hissed, letting a single, humorless laugh escape. “And God knows I can’t make your decisions for you.” He finally risked a look around the room, now self-conscious about how long he had been staring at Winn with tears running down his eyes. “But do we really have to do this here? In front of all these people?”
Winn had never been totally comfortable, facing down multiple crying people, and, even though he knew it was all just an act, he felt a bubble of anxiety sit in the pit of his gut. Fuck.
“I didn’t—I wasn’t planning this or anything, Orion. You both,” Winn paused to glance between the both of them, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, “do you really think I’m such a coward? I just… I c—can’t.” His breath stuttered out, a soft chatter to his teeth. Shock. He remembered that. Winn hadn’t been comfortable either, especially given his status. Winn backed away from the two of them, leaning against the wall. He brought a hand to his hair, letting out a nervous laugh as he ran it through.
“I’m fucking it up. I’m fucking this all up. I’m going to lose both of you, aren’t I?” He slumped, sliding slowly down the wall. All the while, he looked at Orion, too guilty to look to Blanche. Winn remembered the way César had stared at him, ignoring Oleana. Winn had been too shocked to think about it, then, but — shit, this had probably sucked for her. He had to say something. But all that he could choke out was: “I’m sorry, Blanche,” he said again, uselessly. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean for this to happen like this. This was the last thing I wanted, but I can’t lie anymore.”
Blanche didn’t like this. Of course, Darbussy was eating this shit up, and she seemed all too delighted by the steady stream of tears that were rolling down Blanche’s face. Good one, she mentally patted herself on the back. Granny was going to be so proud. The thing that struck her panic down and actually made her feel something was the what seemed to be genuine distraught on Winn’s face and in his voice, and the I can’t lie anymore. It was like she was suckerpunched in the gut.
“Holy shit, they’re really going for it, huh?” Dray was whispering to Echo, she was pretty sure.
“Good for them! Get it!” Echo cheered quietly.
“I never asked for you to lie!” Blanche bawled, hurriedly using the sleeves of her sweater to start dabbing at her face. All her makeup was waterproof, thank god. Later, on the way home with Winn, she would make a joke about her eyeliner being on point even in the middle of a crisis, but now she could be grateful there were no eyeliner or mascara stains on her sweater. “I don’t want anyone to lie, I don’t want any of this! I just need— ” Blanche tearfully looked over to Orion. “— I just want everything to be okay and everyone to be happy and I don’t want — I never wanted — I don’t want to lose anyone! I’m sorry.”
The whole class was staring at them and Orion couldn’t have possibly been more embarrassed. All three of them were in it now. For better or worse. Definitely worse. It was too late to back out now, he supposed. It only made it worse that they were using each other’s real names. It made it that much more painful when Winn called Orion by name. “I can’t do this.” He whined, resting his face between his palms and staring at the ground. He took a deep breath, forcing tears into his eyes and then made a loud sniffling noise for dramatic effect.
“Don’t be sorry. This wasn’t you—this was…” He focused on Blanche. Despite the two’s short history he was more comfortable around her than anybody else in this class, hell maybe even this town. She could help ground him, make sure he didn’t completely lose his cool in the middle of this acting exercise. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Blanche. This was us.” Orion pointed at Winn and then back at himself. “… All us. I’m so sorry, I—” He let himself choke on his own words. For once his awkwardness and stammering could work in his favor. “I never meant to fall in love with him.”
Winn laughed, sharp. He knew his voice was harsh, bitter, but he couldn’t keep it out — or, more accurately, he had to get it out. “I didn’t even know I could fall in love with him. That’s the bitch of it all, right? It should be clawing out of me, should make me feel like crap… But…” He smiled, a little sad. “I’m sorry for how this is happening. Really, I am, Blanche. You deserve better — so, so much better. I can only hope you find it in your heart to forgive me — us.”
Orion was either very convincing, or there was something here for him, too. Winn looked him in the eyes, a step forward to him. “I’m not sorry that I fell in love with you, Orion. This feels good, feels right. And… I do love you. I love you. So much.” He could feel tears prickling at his own eyes, moved by the emotion of the memory and of his fellow actors. He leaned in. Big moves. Winn took another step forward, roped an arm around Orion’s back, and looked deep into his eyes. “Kick me if this isn’t okay,” he whispered low, before kissing Orion soundly.
This was fine. Everything was okay. Surprisingly, Orion was not freaking out as much as he thought he was going to. Once they got into the groove of the scene and they got into whatever characters they were pulling from, things didn’t seem so bad. Orion noticed that he had a habit of staring towards Blanche, only looking at Winn when he was directly speaking to him or if Orion was feeling really brave, he would glance at the class. But despite the fact that Blanche and him couldn’t really be considered friends, she was sort of a constant in Rio’s life. From childhood up to high school and now in college, they had known each other. That in itself was comforting.
“I— I’m not sorry either,” Orion managed to say, his breath catching as he realized that Winn was leaning closer to him. He heard Winn mention something about kicking him, but still hadn’t connected the dots until Winn’s lips touched Orion’s. He immediately tensed up, the new sensation shooting up his spine. He couldn’t tell if that was just from the kiss or because his werewolf senses were going haywire. If it was the latter, his body either really hated the idea of a hunter kissing a werewolf or really liked it. Since he didn’t feel like he could move anything at the moment he couldn’t really assess. The problem was… Orion knew he didn’t hate it. Even if he should. For so many reasons he should hate it.
When the kiss was over Orion stared at Winn for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat. “I—” he began finally, trying to find something to say. Something in character. “That was— I just—” Then he felt it. The pain in his chest. The trembling. Sweat collected at his palms. Not here. Not now. Please, anything but that. “I can’t do this.” He forced himself to speak aloud, before shoving past Winn and Blanche and heading for the classroom door.
He made it out into the hallway and stumbled into the bathroom, turning the faucet on and collecting water to splash onto his face. Of all the places to start a panic attack, it had to be here? He couldn’t go back into the classroom. Not in the state that he was in right now.
Blanche wasn’t able to speak real words, if only because she muffled crying had mixed into half hysterical laughter because this was getting way too deep and she laughed when things were uncomfortable. And she was certainly uncomfortable, especially with this fake situation. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve, holding up her hands defensively as she saw Winn go on for the kiss — only realizing what was happening the second before it happened. “Oh, Winn, wait—” Blanche said, eyes widening in shock. She definitely hadn’t been expecting that. Make bold choices. Or something like that. But with Orion already being the most anxious of the three, maybe that was a bad idea. “I — er — uh — uh-oh,” Blanche said, dumbly as Orion shoved past them, with a simple I can’t do this.
“And scene! Excellent—” Darbussy had started and Blanche shot her a look, looking over her shoulder. She reached out to tug on Winn’s good arm.
“I think we should go after him,” Blanche said.
“Fuck,” Winn said, going with Blanche out of the room. He took a long pull of air in through his nose, zeroing in on Orion’s scent. There was a bathroom down the hallway that seemed a likely candidate, especially since the last thing had heard from Orion had been a pounding heart. Fuck. He’d given the dude a panic attack.
It had been a good kiss, all things considered. Orion’s lips were very soft, and he smelled nice, and— Well, and Winn had maybe made a dumb move. But it hadn’t been a pass! He’d just… leaned into the moment. Maybe a bit too hard. Maybe the nostalgia was getting to him. Maybe he should reach out to Ber— No. Firm no. He had bigger problems, for one. And for another… Just. No.
He pushed the door of the bathroom open gently, gesturing for Blanche to watch the door. He’d ask later, maybe, how she knew Orion. But first. Orion looked… well, he looked like shit. But Winn wasn’t going to tell him that. Instead, he walked up to the sink, squatted, and tried to look up at the other man. Shifting power, or something. Plus, good angle for Orion if he wanted to break Winn’s nose. He started talking, low and firm, “Hey. Breathe, buddy. Just breathe. I’m sorry. That wasn’t cool of me. I’ll ask before I kiss you, next time.” He mentally swore at himself, choking out a weak laugh. “Let’s get out of here, yeah? I drove Blanche in, and I can take you home. No one’s gotta see you if you don’t want ‘em too. Promise.”
He knew Orion likely wouldn’t appreciate his touch, no matter how gentle, right now, and so grabbed a paper towel for the younger man to dry himself with when he came off the anxiety rush. It didn’t seem like a “straight person freaking out about a gay man kissing him.” But Winn wasn’t going to push, or to pry. It wasn’t his business and, besides, asking Orion if he was some flavor of queer right now felt sleazy. He needed a friend. Winn could be that.
Orion heard the footsteps. Could smell Winn coming towards him. Plus that stupid tingling feeling came back again. He really hated that feeling. He hurried to try to make himself look normal before realizing that Winn probably heard him from the classroom anyways. Orion wasn’t the only one with super senses, it seemed. Still, because he had always been told that image was everything, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to wipe the tears from his face and control his breathing before Winn got into the bathroom. It wasn’t perfect, but he was at least sort of able to calm himself down before Winn knelt down and was looking him in the eyes. Again.
Winn’s words were a jumble. On one hand, his voice was calming, but on the other than just knowing that the words were coming from somebody like him made Orion inherently nervous. Still, he was able to calm himself enough to laugh nervously at Winn. Had he just said next time? Best to ignore that. And repress that memory. Forever. Less painful that way. “Sorry— sorry it wasn’t that. It was just… all of it.” That certainly played a big factor into it, but he wasn’t about to make Winn feel worse about the situation. Because he hadn’t hated it per say. He just hated himself, for liking it. “I’m always a nervous mess. I’ll be fine.” He sniffled one last time, his breathing now back to relatively normal and he smiled, flashing a thumbs up at him. “See? Good to go.” This was so embarrassing.
Outside of the bathroom, they met up with Blanche. “Well, that was embarrassing. Can we do me a favor and just like… never talk about this again?” he begged the two. If he was lucky, maybe the teacher noticed his pain and would take pity on him for the rest of the semester.
“Your call, bro. But I wasn’t askin’ about ditchin’ the rest of Darbussy’s class. I was tellin’,” Winn said, signaling to Blanche to steer Orion out the door. Darbussy could kiss his ass, for all he cared. They’d killed the scene, for better or worse. They deserved the rest of the day to fuck off.
And off they went, a new friendship (?) forged.
#wickedswriting#para#Blanche#Rio#Contact Improv#//#52 Days Later Cody Meri & Zee Manage to Put Out a Chatzy
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Who You Sellin’ For? -6
Pairing: (Bodyguard) Steve Rogers x Musician OFC (Addison Schmidt) x (bodyguard) Bucky Barnes | Word Count: 2.2k | Warnings: 18+ through entire fic for drug use, alcohol use, language, sexual content, dark themes. | A/N: I’M BACK! This might be trash, just trying to figure out where I want to go from. After this chapter there’s gonna be a time skip so this is just a transition chapter. I had to get this out to get past the word block. | MASTERLIST
Take Me Down
“What the hell is happening in here?”
Tony’s voice shook both Bucky and Steve awake from where they had dozed off in Addison’s bed. At the very least, in Bucky’s opinion, Addison was no longer in the bed with them and they hadn’t drifted towards each other like they normally would have and were in a compromising position. They were still a body width apart from each other, phones fallen forgotten on their chests, as Layne sat on the floor in just a black bralette and thong. She had a large black permanent marker in her hand and was scrawling random sentences across the baby blue paint of her walls. Her arms and legs and midriff were also covered in permanent marker.
Steve rocketed out of the bed, while Bucky was slow to rouse like every other time he woke up. Layne paused mid word and looked back at her uncle with wild eyes that were red from the blood vessels she burst at some point when throwing up. To both men’s great relief, she had the pitcher of water sitting on the ground next to her and it was only a quarter full.
Picking up her glass she chugged it down all while maintaining a disturbing amount of eye contact with her uncle. “So like…do you knock or naw?” Addison asked, her voice raw, when she drained her glass.
“I did. Twice. Loudly,” Tony argued, tearing his gaze from his niece and back towards the men that were supposed to be her bodyguards in disbelief and exasperation.
Steve went over to her dresser and opened drawers until he found one full of shirts and found one that seemed more like a shirt dress than shirt. “Addison, here, put this on please.” Steve held it out to the blonde girl and she looked at him with confusion and knitted brows.
“No, I’m too hot and I need some of these,” she stated, motioning down at the sentences on her body, before going back to the writing on the walls.
“Addison, put on the goddamn shirt,” Bucky groused, pulling his hair up in a half bun while he waited to get chewed out by Tony.
Tony’s eyes were flicking between the three of them before they finally narrowed behind their red tinted lenses and his lips pursed in a fine line. “Addison,” Tony said firmly. She sighed heavily and whipped her head around.
“I’m trying to fucking work here,” she snapped angrily, a red flush high on her cheeks.
“Addison, I need you to meet us down in the living room in five minutes. I have news on the album and also the legal team, so please put your shirt on.”
Addison’s eyes also narrowed and it was in that moment that Steve and Bucky could definitively see the resemblance between her and her uncle. She turned her back to him with a grunt of acknowledgment. Tony sighed dramatically with a roll of his eyes before leveling his glare on the two men and motioning them to follow him. Tony walked the two a few steps down the hall and walked right into their shared room.
Bucky had his arms crossed protectively over his chest and was staring down at the carpet while Steve watched Tony with a defiant tilt to his chin and his hands on his hips.
“How long has this been going on?” Tony asked motioning between the two of them.
“High school,” Steve answered. “On and off.”
Tony’s brows shot into his hairline and he fiddled with the button on his sleeve cuff. “How long have you been on?”
Steve looked back at Bucky who just shrugged and rubbed his flesh hand across his eyes trying to do the mental math.
“You got back from your last Iraq tour in summer of 2014, right?” Steve asked and Bucky nodded.
“Yeah, so like…end of 2014? We don’t really count. Should we start counting?” Bucky asked Steve, suddenly feeling bad that they had never celebrated an anniversary, but usually one of them had been working.
Steve shrugged, at this point totally ignoring Tony who was having a coronary behind them. “I mean, we don’t have to. I love you all the time, not just around our anniversary.”
Bucky flushed an embarrassed, but pleased pink and smiled down at his toes.
“Listen,” Tony cut through the two of them. “I don’t care that you’re dating or whatever. What I care about is that it’s a conflict of interest to have you both on the same client. I can’t trust that if bullets fly you’ll pick the job over each other.”
“We’ve been picking ‘the job’ over each other our whole lives,” Bucky grumbled in frustration.
“Look, Tony, Addison is going through withdrawal. She asked us to stay while she tried to sleep the shakes off and we wanted to make sure she didn’t throw up in her sleep,” Steve interjected before anything turned into a full blown argument. Bucky and Tony could never get through a prolonged conversation without eventually being at each other’s throats.
Tony scrubbed his face with his hands. “Well, I should be grateful she’s cleaning up. I was expecting the opposite effect when I called earlier.”
Bucky shook his head and levied Tony with an icy glare. “She was in the studio before the sun was up this morning. She was already working herself into a mania.” He was thinking of the writing that she had scribbled on her walls and her body when they had woke.
Tony’s lips pursed and he sighed. “I have Natasha and Phil Coulson from the legal team down there right now, both of them are going to be demanding we put her in treatment looking like that.”
Steve shook his head. “That’s not necessary. I know it steps over what’s technically our job description, but I already have a firm grasp on pulling someone through this,” he said casting a look at Bucky who just set his jaw and refused to meet his eyes.
Pierce kept all of his ‘assets’ doped up. Bucky spent almost a year after being out of the war thinking he was still overseas. When Pierce would need someone taken care of he’d grab Bucky mid withdrawal and dope him up before putting a gun in his hand with a ‘mission’. Bucky would be told they were traitors to the country, that the punishment for treason was death. No one could desert this country and live, America wouldn’t stand for it. It took Steve months to get Bucky’s head back on straight and work him through the guilt and the constant cravings.
“I already told Nat to cancel any press or show related things for the next week. It should be enough time to get it out of her system and back to functioning. Then it just becomes keeping her away from it,” Bucky said and Tony sighed.
“Fine, if you two think you can handle it. But the minute it becomes too much you call me and we get her in a center,” Tony demanded just as Addison poked her head in the door.
She had thrown on the long t-shirt, the writing on her skin standing out harshly on her pale skin. “Are we done yelling at my bodyguards for being young and in love yet? I have shit to do today,” she barked at her uncle as she pulled her long platinum locks up into a bun on the top of her head.
Tony blinked at her and then looked at Bucky and Steve who were staring at him pointedly. “Yeah, Jesus, I don’t know what a heart attack feels like but I’m pretty sure I’m having one,” he whined under his breath as he led the three of them downstairs to where Natasha, Phil, and the rest of the band waited.
Addison wedged herself between Wanda and Pietro while Steve and Bucky sat off to the side, they didn’t really need to be hovering over her in the house. Hell, the probably didn’t even need to be down here at all for this, but they wanted to keep tabs on what was happening so they could more easily help Addison.
Wanda wrapped her arm around Addison, pulling up the hem of her shirt and pointing out phrases on her thighs that she liked. Addison had a small smile on her face as she rested her head on the other girl’s shoulder.
“Okay, team, so Pierce’s lawyers discovered 4 out of 6 of the new tracks that Hydra Productions can claim Addison’s royalties on. So now we need to decide how to move forward from here,” Phil started off.
“From a PR standpoint this could make or break the EP. On one hand releasing it could say that you don’t care that Pierce is trying to stop you. We could spin it to make him look like a true bad guy in all of this. On the other those fans might not buy it in protest of what he’s done,” Natasha said, absentmindedly snapping her gum in her mouth - Bucky flinched at the sound.
“How fast can you guys have 4 new songs? We just trash the old ones and get the new four out. Push the release back by, what, two months? Is that enough time?” Tony asked, looking up from his smart phone.
The band looked at Addison, covered head to toe in scrawled Sharpie, and then back to Tony incredulously. It was no doubt to the rest of the people in the room that Addison snapping was a very real possibility if they tried to do that.
“What if we just gave the album out for free?” Addison spoke up, her voice sounding scratchy. Steve immediately got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
“Excuse me?” Tony asked, lowering the rose tinted sunglasses on his nose.
“Think about it. Pierce doesn’t get any money because we don’t get money and it not only looks good for the fans, but it might get us new fans because - fuck, dude - free music. I’ve downloaded so much music just because it was free. If we really wanted we could do a partnership with a local charity like Planned Parenthood or something. Every donation to the charity will get them a download code no matter what size donation. Pierce still can’t access that money and I doubt he’ll throw a fit if it’s going to charity. Even he’s not dumb enough to risk that sort of publicity back lash,” Addison reasoned and accepted the glass of water with a small grateful smile.
“That’s really not a bad idea. Probably the best from a PR standpoint,” Natasha hummed, looking mildly impressed as she pulled out her phone and started researching Non-Profits that she could start calling.
“Legally it’s sound, there’s no way Pierce can collect any money that isn’t going to Addison directly,” Phil agreed, looking nonplussed at Tony.
“EPs are just a sampler anyway, no one really makes any money off of them. And then they just become exclusive songs that never get played live or anything,” Sam added with a shrug.
“We just have to change them from what’s on the recorded version that Pierce is making claims on. Make remixes. Kesha had to do it when she was fighting Sony,” Wanda corrected. “Then we can still play them live and not have to push back the tour due to not having enough songs on the setlist.”
Addison was locked in a staring match with Tony. It would all come down to the mogul and how he would want to play it, if he told the band to hit the studio and have four more songs by the end of the week they’d have to do it. But at the end of the day he valued his niece as something more than just an artist to make money off of.
“Okay, if everyone here thinks it’s the way to go then do it,” Tony said, clapping his hands together. He stood quickly, smoothing down his jacket and looking at Steve and Bucky sternly.
“You two keep me posted,” he said to them and turned to Addison, “you let me know if you need anything and don’t work them too hard. Okay, I’ve got other artists to hassle today. Phil, you’re with me, Natasha you’re due at Buzzfeed for Parker’s puppy interview or whatever nonsense those Gen Z geared reporters are doing now a days.”
“Why don’t we get to do puppy interviews?” Addison whispered to her two guards who just shrugged causing Addison to pout as she watched the record team disperse and take off.
“To the studio with this stuff?” Wanda asked, hooking a finger into Addison’s shirt collar and pulling it aside to continue reading the writing on the girl’s skin.
“I have like…five hundred ideas,” Addison responded, pulling the long shirt from her body and leaving it behind on the couch as she strutted out to the studio. Pietro and Wanda followed, totally unphased, while Sam, Steve, and Bucky all looked at each other to advert their gaze from the half naked woman.
#diino does writing#bodyguard au#musician ofc#bodyguard steve#bodyguard bucky#bucky barnes#steve rogers#steve rogers x bucky barnes#bucky barnes x ofc#steve rogers x ofc#steve rogers x ofc x bucky barnes#the pretty reckless
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Solo Traveling
I’ll first start off by saying and acknowledging that I do come from a well household. My mom runs her own dry cleaners and my dad works at a hospital for computer programming. Wasn’t like that always. In elementary school, I had classmates leave school to go on vacation. Super jealous that they went because I hated being in school 🤣🤣🤣 so the few times I could go on vacation was during like the major breaks or holidays. As I got older and family tensions increased, i began traveling with other people. Let’s just say after a series of not knowing other people’s personalities, cliques, and plus ones....I called it quits with group traveling. It’s a huge part of why my extroverted personality changed to more of an introvert/ extrovert. Since I have my own money, why not travel by myself.
I’ll talk about the cons of traveling solo first.
It can be very expensive: even if you do go with a group...be prepared to shell out a couple of dollars depending on where your going, staying, and activities
Have to be more aware of the surroundings: there has been a couple of times I’ve been exhausted because I was trying to be more aware of what’s going on. I have to watch my own back without relaying on somebody.
It can be scary: not going to lie...the day of trips I get really bad anxiety that I kinda want to throw up. Scratch that, I have thrown up. For example, when I went to D.C, I wasn’t worried about Lyft or Uber because my big bro was picking me up. However other airports....I have no idea where lyft or Uber would pick me up. Certain airports like O’Hare Chicago airport has two levels. One is for traditional friend/ family pick up. The other level is for rideshares. Ever since that mess I decided to look up airports ahead of time and look at maps for where to find the designated area. Helps a lot of stress out.
Benefits of solo traveling
Lollllll there wasn’t a whole lot of cons. Granted not everyone is going to have the same experience as me. So this is all from my personal experience.
Planning can be fun: When you travel alone, YOU are in charge of everything. I’m every pop culture orientated so I’m looking for the best spots for photos, food, shopping, etc. it’s the millennial (probably spelled it wrong) in me.
Moving at my own pace: so this was the best part for me. I’m a huge theme park junky! When I went to Orlando with my parents back in 2017 we did Disney World all in one day. Yes it can be possible to visit all 4 parks in one day😂 but that trip in general had the most arguments I had with my mom. She basically complained about all the walking we had to do. Also couldn’t watch fireworks. Everything was so rushed that back in 2019, I did a redo Disney World trip. Oh! I’ll definitely be doing a multi part blog for that. So when you travel by yourself you don’t have to deal with “I don’t want to do this!” “Why we going here?” Less arguments...PERIODT
Moving at your own time: this kinda goes with your own pace. I’m a huge HUGE be on time person. One of my sayings is “If your early, ya on time. If your on time, ya late. If your late...don’t bother showing up”. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves when people aren’t on time. Idk if it’s just Asians but Asian people AINT NEVER ON TIME FOR ANYTHING! So you have free reign with time.
Flexibility: This was one of the things I found super awesome when it came to solo trips. My schedule to travel had so much flexibility. And since I was working in retail, I could do what I want...per say. If my days weren’t approved I’d still go on this trip🤣 but I found traveling during the off season for holidays or non busy or non important seasons were a lot cheaper. That’s what I kinda wanted to make up for; not being able to travel when I was younger and leaving school to go 🤣 now that I can...✌️
No cliques: personality wise, I describe myself as a walking tv show. So picture every Disney show, Nickelodeon, and VH1 reality shows all in one person. I really don’t fit into a mold so I call it an outsider habit. I thought I’d get super lonely when traveling alone but oddly...I’m more comfortable with it. There is this no judgement zone when traveling alone. When I went to Universal Studio with my parents, it was “why do you want to buy this” or “how old are you?” First of all...you can never be too old of anything:) This might be a con for others, so it all depends🤷♂️ besides with technology I’m able to FaceTime, Live Stream, record things I want others to see. Ha! This is what this blog is for!
In no way shape or form am I throwing shade to group trips. I call those experiences that helped shape my travel knowledge. I’m always grateful for that. But the couple solo travel tips I’ll give is this.
Research! I can’t stress this enough. Knowing where you are going can save so much hassle. If your traveling internationally know where your country embassy is just in case. Second, the culture of the city or country. Being knowledgeable can help avoid any cultural ignorance, stereotypes.
Flights: alright flights can be very touchy subject. I usually find great deals with Southwest when they offer sales. Sometimes buying two - one way tickets is cheaper than round trip. They also offer two free checked bags, one carry one, and one personal items. If Southwest is a little out of your budget, don’t worry! Other airlines have great prices. I use Google Flights.
Train: if your destination is a couple hours away, I’d suggest taking Amtrak. Believe it or not Amtrak depending on what city you go too have awesome deals. If you follow them on Instagram they have beautiful photos of scenic railways. When I was younger I had a huge obsession with trains. I had every train from Thomas The Tank Engine. 😂 anyways, trains also have dining cars, and sleeping cars. Some have observation decks so you can do a 360* of the surroundings
Car: I put this last for transportation. Believe it or not, traveling by car may sound cost efficient but it’s really not. Just from my personal experience from driving to Branson Missouri, Tennessee, Chicago. There is gas you have to pay and hotels can charge a ridiculous amount for overnight parking x the amount of nights your staying. WHEW CHILEEEE THE MESS!
Hotels & location: This is the boujee side of me. I like to be comfortable after a day of riding rides or exploring. Just being able to act like this is my home for the time being. I usually use Bookings.com, Trivago.com, etc. to find the best one. Use filters if you need to find exactly what you need. When I travel to concerts, I try finding hotels close to the venue. That way I’m not paying extra for lyft, Uber, or taxis. BTW, don’t ever take taxis after concerts. Such a rip off...idk if there is a law that prevents them for jacking up their prices.
Air BnB’s: So I found this to be half and half. Sometimes it’s less expensive sometimes...not so much. Air BnB is pretty much either paying for a room or whole house for a certain amount of days. My big bro introduced me to it when we went to LA. I used it on my road trip to LA with a “friend” who is no longer a friend. But it was more of other situations I don’t really use. Honestly after seeing videos of how people were being racist to other guests, that was a major turn off to me. Second I had a friend who posted a conversation of a Air BnB host who tried to play her. Yes the app does have host ratings and reviews but there are so many fees and rules that it’s like, I might as well pay for the hotel. Again it’s totally up to you but staying at a random strangers house....Issa no dawg if I’m traveling by myself.
BUDGETING IS CRUCIAL!! Anytime I go anywhere I budget how much I’m spending. So with that being said, I get all information from attractions I want to go see, restaurants, ride share, everything. You don’t have to be so exact like me but it certainly helps me to know exactly how much I’m spending. Lol
Oh!!!! Sign up for reward programs at any restaurant you eat, shops you shop, or hotels! I do it all the time because for a lot of reward programs just by signing up you get a freebie. So why not take advantage of it.
So I wrote this blog up at like 5:30AM in the morning 🤣🤣🤣😭 I know I’m in for a struggle. But I decided to do this blog post because I was just going through my social media of all the travels I did. I really hope it does help you guys out a lot.
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Marry Me 2
Part 1 is: https://chillmichelle.tumblr.com/post/176931344424/marry-me
The door slams shut when she storms out.
The studio doors had always been heavy. They were made of this thick mahogany wood, meant to cut off all sounds from entering the studio during recording and writing.
Yet, as she slams the doors and storms out of the enclosed space, it sounds a million times heavier. There are tears rolling down her cheeks, they’re flushed from both anger and embarrassment. She wipes them away only for them to reappear.
Opening the door to her car, she gets in only to sit for a moment quietly. She didn’t have time to take in the situation while it was unfolding, didn’t have time to register the words she said.
“I wouldn’t want to marry someone who isn’t ever home anyways.”
She rests her head against the top of the steering wheel, closing her eyes and mentally considering the options she had. She wonders if her marriage is completely called off, if her engagement is over, and if she’s just thrown away some of the best years she’s ever had.
The idea makes her sad, the possibility of never having the opportunity to be with him again. But as soon as her sorrow comes, her anger hits her. That the man who supposedly loved her would say such harmful things, would propose only to neglect all responsibilities after that.
Sobbing until there are black stains under her red and puffy eyes, and salty tears staining her steering wheel, she prepares herself mentally to drive back to her shared home. She wonders if he’ll return after the words uttered by the both of them, or if he’ll make the decision to crash with a friend instead.
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Harry sits in shock after she slams the door behind her, flinching at the loud sound of the heavy wood slamming against the door frame. He can still smell her perfume lingering in the space around him.
Truthfully, he didn’t even remember what the pictures of your wedding dress looked like because he wasn’t paying attention. She had entered the room just as he was placing the finishing touches on the production of one of the songs he thought would be the last piece to the ever so time consuming album
Which explains why he was so damn focused.
At first, he remained shocked. He doesn’t know how the turn of events occurred, but there’s an unmistakable feeling of guilt clawing away in his chest.
And that’s when he begins to panic.
His hands run through to the roots of his hair, tugging lightly on them as he stresses himself out. He mutters profanities under his breath, not too loudly but quietly enough to where both Mitch and Jeff hear him say “Shit, Shit, Fuck” from the corner of the room. They both want to intervene, but acknowledging the state he’s in, they make the decision not to.
“Are you okay?” Jeff finally asks gently, knowing anything could push Harry over the edge. Harry seems to be teetering on the edge of yelling and crying, overanalyzing everything as he rocks back and forth uncomfortably.
While Jeff expects him to scream, maybe even yell in anger at the absurdity of the situation, he sees his friend and client crying instead. Small streaks leak down his soft porcelain skin as he holds himself, like a child who’s just been scolded. He lets out a small cry in response to Jeff’s question.
“What do I do?” His voice sounds grainy at the sudden change in mood.
“God, Jeff, tell me how to fix this. I can’t-can’t lose her. Not this easily.”
His head shakes as more salty liquid escaped his eyes and splashes onto his cheeks. He imagines the possibility of no more planning ahead, no more late nights discussing what they’re going to name their 3rd child, or what breed of dog they’re going to get when they come back from their honeymoon.
And unexpectantly, Jeff smiles, grabbing Harry’s car keys before leading him out of the studio to begin to patch things up.
Harry doesn’t return for a few hours.
Every hour y/n spends expressing a series of different emotions.
During the first hour, she’s upset. She manages to enter Harry’s closet, her eyes scanning the Gucci suits probably worth more than three times the price of her “stupid” wedding dress. She feels the urge to destroy them, but realizing they’re just too beautiful to be torn apart in a fit of anger, she sighs and heads to the living room downstairs, willing to channel her anger elsewhere.
During the second hour, she wants to know where it went wrong. Where she could’ve told him “Hey, maybe stop working and focus on our wedding that’s only in a couple of weeks?” She wonders if things could’ve played out differently.
During the third our, she sulks indefinitely into her pillow in their shared room upstairs, wondering if he’s even going to return within the limits of the day.
Then, a door clicks open from downstairs. Normally, she wouldn’t have noticed it. But her sobbing has died down and she doesn’t have any sort of noise blaring from the sound system or the television. She jumps up from the pillow, knees folded underneath her as she sits on the bed. She mentally debates as to whether she should plop back down onto the comfortable mattress (given how expensive it was), or whether he should run downstairs to talk things out to him. She chooses an area between her two options, slowly and cautiously tip toeing downstairs in her furry slippers.
She sees him, sitting alone on their couch with a head of unorganized curls sitting sadly on his head. He slouches down tiredly, a large white box with a lid sitting next to him.
She clears her throat quietly and he doesn’t hear her. Working up all of her courage, she slowly asks “harry?” and he flinches. He nearly leaps up from where he’s sitting on the couch, his eyes quickly following her voice to the top of her stairs.
“Love…”
She averts her eyes, slowly regretting her decision as she remembers the last conversation they shared. Her gaze meets the tips of her slippers, biting down on her lips to keep a cry from falling out of them. Walking down the rest of the stairs, she’s overthinking, playing out every possible variation of the conversation they could have in her head and not considering the fact that they might actually work out.
The more she thinks, the more she wishes she wouldn’t have gone downstairs, and instead she wishes she would’ve faked sleep for the rest of the night. They had fought before, but never like this. Never to the point where neither of them knew what to say, or where to start.
“It wouldn’t do anything if I said I was sorry, would it?” He asks her. Y/n notices that Harry’s voice is more gravelly than usual. And while, in any other situation, she would’ve found the extra rasp appealing, right now she finds his voice painful.
She looks up at him, making brief eye contact before averting her eyes to the floor again. Harry sighs as he takes in her actions as a response.
They stand in silence once again. Although somewhere, they’re both aware of the knowledge that their relationship will eventually work out, they both get the feeling that it’s hanging on by a thread. A grey cloud lingering over their shared home.
“I want to save us.” He tells her, breaking the silence once again. “Don’t-” he catches a shaky breath, “Don’t want to lose yeh.” He breaths. Y/n isn’t able to hold back a sob as she lets it escape her sore throat, Harry’s hears thudding a little harder as he hears her hurt.
“Please say something.” He tells her, needing any sort of reassurance that they’ll be okay.
“I know I messed up, not just today but for the last few weeks. I should’ve made you the most important thing, but instead I was selfish and I made you wait because I knew you would.”
Y/N finally finds enough courage in herself to speak.
“You made me feel like you didn’t want to marry me.” She croaks out. The both make eye contact, tender and swollen eyes meeting each others, “Like I was just some nuisance and you regretted proposing to me.”
This time, he lets out a sob. His chest hurts as he imagines how she felt while he was laughing in the studio with his friends, he imagines how lonely she must’ve felt planning a wedding but having to repeatedly tell the arrangers that her husband was busy.
“I’m so, so sorry.” He whimpers, knees weakening until he falls back onto the couch behind him. She remains standing awkwardly in front of the staircase, watching as her tears fall onto the wooden floors beneath her, darkening the material.
“I know that’s not going to do anything, but I also know that i’ve been treating you so terribly. I know that you deserve better than-” He cuts himself off, shaking his head as if he doesn’t even want to think of the possibility, “I know that you could do better. But I don’t want to end everything, not like this. Not with one fight.”
Y/N can’t help but agree that they shouldn’t end what they have over this. They were better than that, at least that’s what she thinks.
She doesn’t agree or disagree, still sobbing quietly but he understands what she’s feeling. So until she feels comfortable enough to talk to him, he decides he’ll keep speaking.
“I talked to our wedding planner after you left. She gave me this, this book.”
He opens the large white box sitting next to him, pulling out the binder than Y/N was talking about with Mariah just hours ago, before quickly shutting the lid. It held all of the rough drafts to the wedding arrangements so far, none of them finalized because Harry had yet to give his opinion on the vast majority of them.
“I looked at the pages,” He opens it up, admiring the small stickers and colored pen scribbled across the pieces of the small planner. She had left notes next to each of the details for the wedding, a small reminder as to why she had each one. Next to her picture of the beautiful purple flowers on one of the pages, she had written “Morning glories, a reminder of the first date.” as an indication that they were the same flowers Harry had given her while walking through a park in New York. Harry ran his fingers over the thick pages, admiring the little notes as a small smile formed onto his face.
“I know I wasn’t there for any of it, but I want to be now. I want to start being here for you now.” He tells Y/N. She’s still iffy about giving him her trust, and he’s aware of that.
“I told you I would help you pick out your dress, so i’m going to do that. Right now.” He tells her, gesturing with his hand for her to come closer. She crosses her arms, indicating that she’d rather stay where she is. He acknowledges that, moving to lift up the lid anyways.
Y/N doesn’t expect him to pull out a series of large white dresses from inside of the box, but he does. She can’t help but let a small smile run cross her face, and no matter how much she tries to convince herself it’s from the beauty of the dresses, she realize that it’s also because of him.
“You’d look beautiful in all of them, but I figured you wouldn’t know until you tried them on.” He tells her. She walks over to the box, Harry’s breath hitches a bit because she’s near him, and she reaches out to feel the soft tulle of the white dress, trying not to touch it too aggressively.
“I can’t forgive you this easily, Harry” She tells him honestly. He nods in disappointment, the smile wiping off of his face.
“But if you prove to me that you’re willing to try, that’s a start.”
He leans in to pull her into him, her head fitting underneath the stubble on his chin. She doesn’t reciprocate for a few moments, but eventually sighs, running her hands across the sides of his waist lightly.
And, despite the fact that he entered the complex a while ago, he finally feels like he’s home.
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VOICE Tour Tokyo ~ Quick live report Part 1
Hello everyone!
I have landed savely in Japan and last night I had the pleasure of attending Wakana’s Tokyo live. The last two days have been crazy as hell so I haven’t posted anything, sorry about that. I haven’t slept in what feels like forever so I am not sure how much sense I will be making but I wanna write a little report before all my memories fade away. After the Fukuoka live I might write another more detailed report but for now I wanna share my initial thoughts on the Tokyo concert. This is part 1 since I need to get to bed asap. Part 2 will follow at some point tomorrow.
Without further ado, let’s get to it 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→
I met up with two friends at the venue around 11 am. That’s super early considering the merchandise sale wasn’t scheduled to start until 16:00. No one was there except for us. And literally, no one did arrive until much later (maybe 15:00 or so...). Anyways, it happened to be our lucky day. Since we had arrived so early, we got to meet Wakana. Can you believe it? Yup, we met her!! Still completely in shock. It all happened so quickly and at first I didn’t even register it was her. Shame on me. My friends were also star-struck. It was quite the awkward moment actually. We ran into her while she was taking some pictures of the venue. She had just finished and headed back inside when she walked past our little group. She greeted us and thanked us for coming. I don’t even know how to describe it but she was so freaking cute. I was dying, I didn’t know what to do. She was heading up the stairs - jumping like a little bunny actually - all the while waving at us. We waved back like our lives depended on it, Out of respect we kept our distance of course, we declared our undying love for her, wished her lots of luck and showed her our little “Wakana/若奈” sign which has been handed down from fan to fan all across the country. Wakana seemed quite excited when she saw it. Here’s a picture of a bunch of us later in the day.
Now it has become my duty to bring it to Fukuoka. I am really nervous about that.
Anyways, here’s Wa-chan being cute in her little striped dress. I am so freaking glad we decided to turn up early. Best decision ever. Didn’t win the backstage tour but this was still a special moment. So happy!
Once it was time to buy the live goods, I decided to get the pamphlet, the tote bag, a t-shirt, the Kinmokusei towel, the thermos bottle, the keyholder and the shark-sake set. I also got a bunch of little presents and snacks from some of the Kala-fans I met. A fellow fan was kind enough to give me one of the clearfiles he got during the Toki Wo Koeru Yoru ni release event. So happy about that. I will be buying the single and album at the upcoming Fukuoka live to get those freaking posters. I need those posters in my life XD
Now let’s get to the live. Some general thoughts before I focus on each song (which will follow in part 2). I had a seat in the middle of the second row (!!) so Wakana was pretty much right in front of me. Waaaahhh! So lucky! These days I feel like they are giving out really good tickets to fan club members. That was never the case back in the Kalafina days. The venue was mostly filled up except for the top floor.
I have mentioned it before but I will say it again, there were a ton of cameras and Wakana cofirmed during the live that we would get a release soon. So everyone, celebrate!! Our first Wakana home video release! BANZAI!! And what a great release it will be. Overall it was an amazing concert, a must-watch for every Wakana fan. Not a lot of action, for the most part Wakana was swaying gently on stage, once in a while she would walk from side to side and flap her skirt. There was a bit of action during Hard Rain, Kaze ni Naritai and Kimi Dake no Stage. The only time fans stood up was during Musunde Hiraku and even then a majority (myself included) remained seated. Just like her album, the concert was quite understated which is not a bad thing in my opinion but many of you might not like that.
Wakana did great, she was in good shape as far as I could tell, she didn’t struggle on the high notes (in fact, she sounded PERFECT during some of these high notes), she didn’t seem out of breath and she only started sweating a bit towards the end. Her microphone settings were a little off though, her voice was VERY loud at times. I guess it had to be that way because the band was super loud too. During certain songs it was more obvious than during others. The beginning of the concert (Yakusoku no Yoake) was particularly loud - bordering on too loud if you ask me but it got a lot better as the live continued. Bear in mind though that I was suffering from a lack of sleep at that point so I might have been a little too sensitive. At any rate, loudness is nothing that can’t be fixed with a bit of studio magic.
Since there were so many cameras Wakana was super nervous. I wanted to go up on stage and hug her. She struggled quite a bit during the MCs, there were some awkward pauses where she didn’t know what to say but hey, no one minded. Everyone was just like, “awwww, so cute!!” I wonder if they will keep all the MCs on the DVD/BD...? I hope they will, they made the live so much more intimate and real.
As for outfits, Wakana was wearing three different dresses. All of them screamed ”WAKANA” to me, undoubtedly they were chosen by her, they all looked like she would wear them on her off-days as well. Long, loose, crazy designs. Most people will probably dislike them because they were a little out there and not exactly flattering but hey, to each their own. Personally, I loved all three of them and I know Wakana feels comfy in dresses like that so that makes me super happy.
The first one was salmon coloured/orange-y, it had a very loose cut and looked extra-comfy. It stopped around her ankles and she was wearing flat roman-style sandals. I think it’s the first time we are seeing her wear flats on stage. I am happy Wakana focuses more on comfort these days. As a result, her presence on stage feels different too. I don’t know how to explain it but her presence feels more “natural” I guess. The skirt had a fancy design with many colourful layers and whenever she walked around on stage she would flap that skirt like nobody’s business. It looked really pretty and colourful. At its base it was a shiny yellow and then it had all these different colours layered on top of it. The second dress had a very flattering cut compared to the first one and it showed off her collarbones (which is always nice). Some people might be thrown off by the many different patterns but I think it looked quite cool XD. The last dress is the one from her album cover-shoot. Super lovely. The sleeves were slightly altered though. The dress doesn’t have long sleeves anymore. She wore some hair-accessories that looked a lot like the ones from Kalafina’s 10th Anniversary Live encore, the vibe was similar, I think they might have actually re-used those accessories. Anyways, she looked like an angel (which was quite fitting for Hikari Furu I think).
Setlist (Hanamizuki and oblivious were not part of the original setlist)
My personal highlights were: Hard Rain, Kioku no Hito, Kaze ni Naritai, Hotaru, Jidai, Mizu no Akashi, Toki wo Koeru Yoru ni, Kinmokusei, Hikari Furu, Ai no Hana, Ato Hitotsu. Yakusoku no Yoake was a little too loud for my taste but in general the performance was amazing and I guess it belongs in my little fave-line-up. The song was changed slightly for the live performance so that made it even better.
01.約束の夜明け | Yakusoku no Yoake
02.流れ星 | Nagareboshi
MC
03.瑠璃色の空 | Ruriiro no Sora
04.Hard Rain
MC
05.記憶の人 | Kioku no Hito
06.時の音 | Toki no Ne
MC
07.風になりたい | Kaze ni Naritai ❇Cover (original by THE BOOM)
08.ホタル | Hotaru ❇Cover (original by Spitz)
MC
09.時代 | Jidai ❇Cover (orignal by Miyuki Nakajima)
10.水の証 | Mizu no Akashi
～ Mizu no Akashi inst (dress change)
11.翼 | Tsubasa
12.君だけのステージ | Kimi Dake no Stage
MC（band introduction）
13.むすんでひらく | Musunde Hiraku
MC (Satoshi Takebe joins Wakana on stage)
14. ハナミズキ | Hanamizuki ❇Cover (original by Yō Hitoto)
15. oblivious
MC
16.僕の心の時計 | Boku no Kokoro no Tokei
17.時を越える夜に | Toki wo Koeru Yoru ni
MC
18.金木犀 | Kinmokusei
~EN ~
19.ひかりふる | Hikari Furu
MC
20.愛の花 | Ai no Hana
MC
21.あとひとつ | Ato Hitotsu
Part 2 will follow soon.
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Symphogear, Ep. 1 (Cont)
So obviously, Hibiki lived. What, you thought she died? Nah, not yet.
The show punts us back to the present.
And Hibiki’s in a brand new school! Looks good. It looks better than most University campuses. So it be in the psuedo-future, where pods and towers and glass are everywhere, and god knows how the condensation works in the building.
And it’s a music academy! Because fuck you, this is a musical anime. What, you thought she was going to a technical school? Trade school? No buddy. Better get with the choir ‘cause we singin’ out here.
All the teachers hate Hibiki, because she’s the world’s biggest goof.
This is karmically balanced by her having such a swanky dormitory that it outrivals most high end studio apartments. Look at this shit. Look how many square feet that is. A family could live in here. Is she paying for this? How can you afford this?
“i saved my money”
Her roommate? It should be obvious.
Her soon-to-be wife. This is not an exaggeration. She literally acts like her housewife. This is something even the voice actresses keep in mind. It’s that ingrained.
I... what? But. But they do...
She loves her idiot girlfriend.
Tsubasa is going solo for depressingly obvious reasons. Also, she goes to this school! Nobody really cares, though. It’s sorta weird really, you’d think more people would freak out that a pop star of national acclaim would be getting classes at their school, but nah! Not a damn person cares. It’s just the usual.
Oh right. Hibiki cares. That’s real fucking creepy, Hibiki.
This scar is important. It’s what she got after the whole incident. You might say it’s going to show off her... forte! Eh? Eh...? ‘Cause, ‘cause it’s a forte symbol, and it means force in italian, and it means she’s gonna get stronger, and... okay. Okay, I’ll shut up.
Harry Potter jokes aside, Hibiki isn’t just tailing Tsubasa to be a creepy stalker. She wants answers; mainly an explanation for what the fuck happened during that whole Noisefest 2017 thing, and why they were in admittedly cool outfits singing to themselves without any music (because presumably the music is only in our perspective, not theirs).
Hibiki’s really hung up about not dying, and she’s worried the whole Symphogear revelation was just part of a near death hallucination. Like seeing angels right before dying, except a bit more anime.
Anyway, time to go to sleep together with your bestest friend in the whole wide world who clearly would not marry you at the drop of a dime.
In the top bunk of a bunk bed. Clearly heterosexual behavior. Straight as straight can be.
Meanwhile the Noise are wrecking shop in some undisclosed location somewhere as the military keeps attacking them.
This is a bad time to point out that guns, bullets, and all conventional artillery and means of warfare have no effect on the Noise. This is also a bad time to remind you that this is not the first altercation; so much so that civilians are on a first name basis with them.
“i am literally being thrown into a meat grinder”
Tsubasa shows up explicitly to clown on the military, putting the F. U. in SNAFU.
Tsubasa is currently an angsty gay mess. Her girlfriend’s gone, she’s in the same school as the person she sacrificed her life for, and she’s real fucking lonely. Also her family sucks ass. I mean real ass. Not the traditional ass. We’re talking advanced ass.
Abridged footage of Tsubasa defeating the Noise.
“why the fuck were we even sent out to begin with”
Meanwhile at Lydian, where fully stocked healthy buffet options are just The Norm in this cafeteria. You know, just making more higher tier casual food restaurants be put to shame by this.
Hibiki eats the SHIT out of things. Spiritually, she’s basically Goku.
Tsubasa comes in and some girls sorta lose their shit but otherwise they’re really keeping it together for being near a celebrity. Hibiki gets up and-
“uhhhhhhhh hi”
Awkward sniffing noises.
“aw damn shits gettin real too bad i cant watch this i got a four course meal to get to HA CHA CHA”
And in a single hand gesture, Tsubasa absolutely destroys the shit out of Hibiki.
Annihilated. Never living that one down. Total destruction of her ego.
You know it’s bad when even your girlfriend-to-be roasts you for it.
Yeah, pirating is the only way to get the- I mean! Digital goods are only to be retrieved through purchase.
Anyway. Our lovely little nerd sets off to buy some limited edition CDs of her favorite idol and also her classmate, Tsubasa; the clipped wing of Zwei Wing. A fitting, but unfortunatre title. Hibiki is all giddy about this until her Hibiki sense tingles.
The patented HibikiSense technology only goes off in two scenarios: When she’s hungry, and when she’s in danger. Using her limited, but sharpened, braincells, Hibiki understands that she already ate several times. So the only thing left is-
You know, you’d think there’d be zone warnings about this kind of stuff it happens on the regular. But this is Hibiki, so she probably never paid attention to them.
Intense fax noises in brain.
Hibiki, being A Good Person, goes out of her way to save a little girl she heard in danger.
Weirdly, the day changed rapidly, but fuck it, we all know it’s for the drama.
I want you to take a moment to process this picture. How long do you think the Noise have just been standing there to catch those two? Do you think they all collectively went “You know, they’re gonna end up here, so let’s just wait it out for a bit.” And then just stood there for hours? These are the things that keep me up at night.
Hibiki makes her run to the shelter with the girl, but failed to realize having 4 meals in succession is a real bad thing to do before running what culminates a triathlon.
Hibiki remembers Kanade’s words of advice, though. They ring out something like:
So she keeps going. And going. And going.
What a thrill...
She makes it to the roof of some... power facility complex? With strong Megaman vibes? And they hide out there, blissfully unaware that this does not stop something that has rockets phase right through them. And can, y’know, fly.
Surprise, motherfucker. Thought you saw the last of me.
Cornered, and out of options, she does what any main protagonist would do in the worst possible situation.
Whips out some good ol’ fashioned superpowers, baby!
Even the noise are confused! They literally look at each other and go “uhhh, what” and wonder what the fuck is going on!
“ohhhhhhh my GODDDDD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING MY EYES”
Naturally it’s just GOTTA be an EVENT everybody’s gotta know about.
“oh my god the gaydar’s OFF THE CHARTS”
The impact of this is that this is Kanade’s old relic, which was used as the basis of her Symphogear. This gives two implications: She’s alive (she can’t be), or someone else is wearing her duds in a hand-me-down fashion.
GUNGIR DATTO?!
“no fucking why. is. is she alive? she cant be. she died in my fucking arms. i SAW her die. how the fuck- who stole her clothes? thats impossible. oh my fucking god. my brain cant take this. who the fuck is running around in my deceased girlfriend’s clothes. im going to fuck them up so bad. im going to rewire their skeleton so they have legs for arms. theyre gonna be lanky fucking kong once i get my hands on them. ohhhh my god. i need to destress at panera or something. fuck. oh my fucking god.”
As the elemental piss stream vortex keeps pulsating out of Hibiki’s chest like a strange, pulsating flashlight of energy, her very body transforms to embrace the relic and become..
Feral? She’s turning feral? Oh shit. I didn’t remember this. Oh boy. Better go see a dentist later.
Oh Jesus Christ.
I hope you never watch AKIRA, Hibiki.
Oh. Oh, you thought this was gonna be a happy transformation? You thought wrong, viewer. Hibiki is no longer fucking around. And to think, this is just the beginning...
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