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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Okay this is probably something so sooooo different from other requests you have got.

Can you actually imagine if you were part of 1D. Like you are the only girl there and you and Harry are secretly dating?

Can you do one where the 1D are doing a interview and the intervier is keep on asking questions that is inappropriate to YN and she does not know what to say. And Harry and the boys com to the rescue.

Can you do one where their in stage singing and YN and Harry is just playing around dancing all while singing

Do you remember the BRIT Awards 2014 when Harry was late because he was having a ‘wee’ can you do that but like YN and Harry were just in the bathroom having a quick s3x.

You can which ever one you want but idk where this idea poped but yeah. I like the last one you don’t have to do it tho.

ok im going to try the last one but idk whether it’ll be any good :/

Being in the most successful band in the world was a title that you couldn’t quite understand still.

3 years since being formed on the X Factor you still struggled to wake up every day and remind yourself that this was your life. ‘This’ being the lead singer in One Direction. Alongside you was the other lead, male, singer; Harry. There was Niall who played lead guitar, Louis who played the piano, Liam who played the bass guitar and Zayn who played the drums. You were all a family, well except from you and Harry - that was something different.

It hadn’t taken long for you and Harry to ask you out and originally you’d said no. You thought he would’ve given up and it was his persistence that made you fall for him. You wanted stability in a relationship and Harry proved that he could provide you that.

You loved your relationship with Harry. He was perfect, at least to you. He knew exactly the ins and outs of you. He was able to detect when you were sad and would flourish you with chocolates and flowers to grow a smile back on your face. He knew all your favourite movie quotes and your favourite book characters. He wrote every song about you. You, about him. He made you laugh until your belly hurt and he made you experience unexplainable feelings.

He was a temple of love and it was all for you.

Just like now, as he thrusted into you from behind. He had you bent over the bathroom sink, making you watch him claim you his. His movements were primal and he wasn’t stopping for anyone or anything.

“Fuck you feel so good Y/N.” He grasped your hair and pulled your head back, groaning when he saw your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were shut tight and mouth hung open in breathlessness. “Open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at yourself.” You did as you were told, moaning at the sight.

He had your dress hitched up around your waist and panties pulled to the side. You were lucky your hair had been done down so that it wouldn’t be obvious what you were doing. Harry was in a gorgeous black suit with a heart printed shirt. You’d picked out his shirt because it matched your dress. It was your first appearance out as an official couple and you wanted to make a statement. The Brits was a good place to make that statement.

“Fuck H, you feel so good.”

“Yeah? Love you so much baby. You’re so beautiful.” Your phone started ringing on the side of the counter. “Ignore it, fuck. I’m nearly there. Y’gonna come for me? Yeah?”

All you could focus in was the way Harry struck into you. He was hard and fast, gripping your hips to help force you back and push him forwards. The sounds were sinful and the pleasure was pure. Nothing would ever feel as good as this. He was pounding you so raw and you knew that you’d have a mass of bruises tomorrow from his grip.

“Wanna come so badly, mhm.”

“Come for me then, baby. Come and then i’ll fill you up so good.” He whispered into your ear, the sounds of your phone still ringing long forgotten. You were both on a cloud so high that nothing else seemed important anymore.

You did as Harry told you, your whole body shaking. Harry had to grip your waist tighter, as your legs were failing to work for themselves and hold you up. As you came, he coated your walls white. Feeling so full had never felt so good. You were so fucked for him, literally.

“Keep all of me in there and i’ll lick it out of you tonight.” He demanded as he pulled out of you, now feeling empty.

He helped you stand up properly and fixed your hair and makeup with you. “So pretty.” He told you, kissing you on the lips once, twice, three times.

“As are you.”

You both walked out of the locked toilets and down the corridors of the O2 arena, where the Brits were being helped. Harry was laughing at something you said when a lady rushed up to you both.

“Where’ve you two been? You’ve won a bloomin’ award and the rest of your band are on stage now!” She seemed cross, but also mixed with a little bit of star struck nerves. You and Harry didn’t miss what she’d said though and took each others hands whilst running off down the corridor.

Harry was in front of you, you not being able to run as fast with your heels on. As you entered the main arena you heard Liam speak.

“I don’t know where you are Harry and Y/N..” Before he spotted you both running down the centre aisle. Harry ran off a bit, leaving you run on your own.

You were scared of breaking your ankle, however, so stopped to try and take them off. You forgot they were buckled though which made the process harder. Before you got the chance to properly undo them, you felt someones, Harry’s, arms tuck underneath your legs and around your back and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style the rest of the way.

“You and your bloody heels.” He rolled his eyes and you kissed his cheek confidently.

As you got to the stage, Harry put you down and took the microphone off of Liam. “Really sorry! We were having a wee.”

Although everyone knew otherwise.

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ladyreapermc · 3 years

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Fic: Yes, Father (August Walker x Reader)

A/N: Hey folks. It has been a while. This piece has been sitting on my drive for over a month and I finally decided to post it. I hope you enjoy it. I based all the mass rites on my own experiences, even if it has been a while since I last went to church.

Summary: AU! After much insisting, your fiancé convinces you to go to church with him and you find yourself strangely captivated by the priest celebrating the mass, which so happens to be your fiancé childhood friend.

Pairing: August x Reader

Genre: Smut; AU

Wordcount: 2,9k

Warnings: smut (dirty talk and fingering); It’s worth noting that this is a seriously sacrilegious fic, so if you’re religious and think it might bother you or conflict with your faith, maybe it would be best not to read it.

You were never one to particularly care for going to church or anything like that. You weren’t raised in any faith and if it was up to you, your future children would be educated the same, but it was so important to your fiancé James.

He came from a feverous catholic family and he grew up going to church, Sunday morning mass, and being part of every possible event his church was involved in. He was ever an altar boy growing up and he hoped that he could continue the tradition with his own children.

And after a lot of cajoling on his part, you agreed to start attending mass on Sunday morning with him. He promised that the current priest presiding his church wasn’t one of those misogynist and full of prejudice old farts but actually a good old friend of his.

“I promise you’ll enjoy August’s sermon,” James assured as you combed the inexistent wrinkles on your plain, knee-length grey dress.

James insisted you were being too conservative with your attire choice. That it looked more like you were going to a job interview than mass, but you rather be safe than sorry. His parents would be there as well and for some reason, that made you even more nervous with this whole attending to church thing. As ridiculous as it might sound, a part of you was slightly afraid of busting into flames the second you stepped through the threshold of the building.

“Honestly, it still surprises me that out of the two of us, August was the one that ended up with the collar and not me,” your fiancé declared with a chuckle as he parked the car and you two stepped out to see a considerable group of people, mostly women from the looks of it, quietly making their way inside. “He was such a ladies’ man.”

“Doesn’t seem like much have changed,” you commented as the two of you walked up the steps, making him chuckle and nod.

James’ parents were already waiting and after a quick greeting, you were all made the way inside, miraculously finding seats in the front pews, right in front of the altar. The ample ship of the church seemed to amplify the buzzing of conversation all around, but it all came to a halt at the first chord of the piano.

The silence was heavy and it seemed to you that if someone dropped a pin, it would be heard by the very heavens. Finally, the eerie melody started and you felt your heart beating to the tempo of the music as everyone rose and the procession started.

Front and center, leading the group was a young boy, no older than 12, carrying the processional cross. The dark, shaggy hair and green eyes reminded you of James and you could picture your fiancé in your mind’s eye performing the same task as a child and it brought a smile to your lips.

You watched as the group advanced in time the melody playing, some members of the congregation carrying images of saints and other holy objects and finally, closing the group, Him.

Father August was a tall man, broad shoulders and built like a bull, the white and green clerical robes barely disguising his bulky form. His dark hair was neatly combed, one stubborn curl falling over his left eye but he seemed unaware as he walked and murmured the words of the hymn under his breath, his ocean blue gaze never wavering from the altar. He would look like the picture of a Godsent angel if it wasn’t for the dark stubble covering his face and the abominable mustache that in anyone else would look ridiculous but on him was actually attractive.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you realized your treacherous thought and your gaze fell to your polished shoes. You were really thinking of a priest as attractive? How much of a sinner could you be? Ashamed by the betrayal of your mind, you didn’t dare to look up again, not until the velvet smooth voice of Father August asked all to be seated and the ceremony started.

You let his voice washed over you as mass progressed as expected, taking your cues of when to rise or sit from James, that remained next to you oblivious to your suffering. You barely listened to the gospel reading or the adoration too focused on tracking Father August’s every move despite your best attempts of ignoring the handsome man presiding the celebration.

Finally, the congregation was seated once more to listen to his sermon. You kept your eyes on your clasped hands as August took his place at the pulpit and started speaking. You didn’t hear a word said, only the calm, husky tone of his voice that seemed to set your very soul on fire if the wet warmth between your legs was any indication.

Despite your brave attempts to keep your mind clean, you couldn’t help but daydream of that very same voice whispering all sorts of sinful pleasures in your ear. Clearing your throat, you dared to look up, finding his blue gaze fixed on you as he spoke and that was enough to set your heart racing and lock the breath inside your lungs. It felt as if Father August could see deep inside you, all the unholy thoughts you had been entertaining during his sermon.

Finally, he ended his speech and another hymn began. The congregation started rising, taking their place in line for Eucharist.

“You’re coming?” James whispered, startling you.

“I shouldn’t,” you replied quietly, your eyes darting to the priest feeding the congregation the wafer.

“Come on,” James encouraged with a smile and a wink. “No one will know.”

You rose from your seat against your better judgment. Your brain was unable to reign in the dark desire that pushed you toward the priest. As you took your place in line right behind James, your heart was pounding and your nerves wrecked as each step brought you closer to Father August, until finally, you stood in front of him, under his piercing all-knowing blue gaze.

“The body of Christ,” he spoke, voice haunting as he presented the wafer and your whole body shook as you let your lips part in welcome, eyes focused on his as he set the wafer on your tongue.

There was something so intimate and arousing at been this close to Father August, to let his thick fingers brushing against your lips as he fed you, his eyes darkening and his nostrils flaring as if he could see and smell your sin. Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds as you two stared at each other.

It took the small cough from someone behind you to break you from your spell and you scurried away, shame bitter and acidic in your stomach, drying your mouth and throat as you forced yourself to swallow the wafer and move back to your seat, feeling the weight of your guilt as you waited for the mass to be finally over.

You had hoped to be free from the priest as soon as the proceedings were over but instead Father August remained at the door, exchanging polite words with the members of the congregation, and of course, James and his parents got in line to speak to the holy man.

“Amazing work as always, my dear,” you heard James’ mom, Magda, said as she kissed Father August’s cheek. “But when will you remove that awful thing from your face?”

“I don’t know, mom,” James interjected with a smirk, hugging his old friend. “I think it suits him, gives him a star quality. Of the porn variety.” James’ mom gasped in horror, while August just chuckled.

“You’re jealous because you never managed to grow a single hair in that baby face,” the priest joked back, completely unfazed by the teasing as his gaze set on you. “And who is this?”

“Oh! You haven’t met my fiancé, yet…”

You barely heard the rest of James’ words as he ushered you forward, presenting you to Father August and as his large hand enveloped yours in a warm touch, you could feel the flitting throb between your legs once again.

No man had such an effect on you before, and you wished you could run away, put as much distance between yourself and the temptation in the form of a man.

“So, what did you think?” James asked once the two of you were in the safety of the car, on the way to his parents’ house for Sunday lunch.

“I know it might not seem like it, but it wasn’t my first time in church, James.” Your words earned you a chuckle from him.

“I know, sweetheart. I meant of August.”

“Oh!” You could feel the heat returning to your face as you shifted on your seat, looking away from him. “He seemed nice and you’re right, his sermon was ok.”

“Is ok enough for you to consider coming along every Sunday from now on?”

The look in James’ eyes was pleading, like a little puppy dog that was kicked out of the moving truck. The look of a man that was used to get his way and he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.

“I’ll think about it,” you conceded it as he pulled the car in the driveway, right behind his parents’.

It wasn’t like you could say no point-blank. Not without a good reason for it and saying you were lusting over his ordained childhood friend wasn’t exactly an option.

“That’s all I ask.”

James smiled brightly at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you two stepped out of the car just as a third vehicle pulled in the driveway, and the last person you wished to see got out.

August was donning a pair of black slacks and a black, long-sleeved dress shirt, the clerical collar being the only evidence of this man’s chosen career.

“I’m glad you could make it!” James greeted his friend cheerfully and August smirked.

“I wouldn’t miss this delicious…” he paused for just a second, his eyes flickering towards you, making you gulp and look away. “Meal for anything. Sister Agnes has many talents, bless her soul, but cooking isn’t one of them.”

James snorted, leading the way inside as August walked right beside you so close his arm brushed against yours, raising goosebumps on your skin as it tingled with the brief contact.

“Why don’t I help your mother?” you announced as soon as you crossed the threshold, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the priest as you could.

James didn’t protest. Instead, he led his friend into the sitting room and as you disappeared behind the kitchen door, you could almost feel the cold blue gaze of August on your ass, if that was even possible.

You managed to relax some as you helped Magda with the meal, chopping vegetables and stirring pots as the two of you talked about the upcoming wedding, only months away. You never thought you would be this excited about it, but you loved James with all your heart, and you couldn’t wait to become his wife.

The sound of the phone cut through your chatting and Magda’s face opened into a wide smile as she reached for her phone. It could only mean one thing: Her daughter Mary, who had been in a charity mission in Angola, was on the line.

“Go on,” you encouraged with a smile as you surveyed the kitchen. “I can manage everything.” She flashed you a grateful smile before scurrying off, phone already pressed to her ear.

You hummed to yourself as you worked, tasting the potato salad and adding a little more seasoning before your attention turned to the roast on the oven. You bent over to get a better look, smirking to yourself when you sensed someone standing right behind you, close enough you could feel the heat of his body,

Of course, you thought it was James. Who else would you expect? Instead, As you straightened up and glanced behind yourself, you were startled to find August there, browsing the pots over your shoulder. Too close for comfort.

“Father,” you croaked awkwardly, unable to really move without risking touching the man and that was the last thing you wanted. Your body was already heating up just by his mere presence. Anything else would be too dangerous.

“Sorry for the intrusion, I wanted to give them some privacy to speak to Mary and I thought you could use some help.” His words were innocent enough but there was this edge in his voice… a sort of dark tone that made you doubt his intentions.

“That’s really thoughtful of you,” you managed, shimmying out of the way so you could move to the sink to start on the dishes. “But I got it covered.” The priest hummed in response and for a moment, a tense silence reigned between you two.

You were very aware of every sound, every motion of your body and his. You wished he would leave already or, against your better judgment, press closer, blanket your body with his, let those long, elegant fingers trace the skin of your thigh, inch under your skirt, and towards your throbbing cunt which was soaking your panties.

You let out a gasp, cutlery clattering loudly into the sink as your mind registered the filthy thoughts circling your brain. How could you? This was a man of God, for Christ’s sake, and a good friend of the man you loved.

“You know, James and I were always very close,” Father August spoke suddenly, making you start because once again he was standing right behind you, his hands resting on the marble of the sink in front of you. “We shared everything.” He whispered those words right in your ear.

One of his hands came to your stomach, not yet touching but close enough that you could almost feel it, the ghost of his fingers brushing the fabric of your dress, making your breath hitch and your body shake as it paused right at the edge of your skirt, hovering there so, so close…

“Please,” you whimpered, not sure if you were asking him to move away or touch you, even if your body was obviously aching for him.

Father August decided for you, dipping his fingers below the hem of your dress, tracing your thigh up until he found your center, the brush of his fingers featherlight against your drenched center.

“Dirty little slut,” he mocked, massaging your cunt and making you moan and rest against him. “I could tell all your filthy thoughts when you stood in front of me at the altar. Did you want to get on your knees and suck my cock in front of the entire church?”

“Yes, Father,” you whimpered, rocking against his light touch, desperate for more.

“In front of James?” he asked, pushing your panties aside and dipping one finger inside your hungry little slit that seemed to almost pull his digit in.

“Yes, Father.”

“Whore,” he clicked his tongue, fingering you roughly now, his middle finger buried almost to the third knuckle as the heel of his hand rubbed against your throbbing clit. The pad of his finger rubbing that sweet little spot, and all you could do was squeeze the sink and press your legs together around his wrist, keeping his hand trapped there.

“You better cum soon or James will find out exactly what kind of slut his fiancée is,” August taunted, his voice like smooth honey dripping against your ear as he rubbed his hard cock against your ass.

“Yes, Father,” you gasped, rocking between his hand and his erection, lost in the ecstasy of such filthy action. “I’m so, so close…”

“Do you want my cock, slut?” he asked, his other hand coming to your throat, squeezing just slightly and you nodded desperately as his motions sped up. “Want me to fuck that tight little pussy?”

“Yes, Father,” you gasped.

“You’re gonna come to the church on Wednesday. I don’t care what you tell James. Just be there.”

Even if you wanted, you couldn’t find in yourself to answer, your whole body going taut with pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. The sort of white-out ecstasy that blinded and deafened you to anything and everything around you with the exception of your body quivering and quaking and the gush of warmth soaking his hand, your thighs and dripping to the floor below.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to your cheek.

Father August stepped away from you, hands in his pockets as you tried to recompose yourself just moments before the kitchen door opened and Magda walked in.

“Wednesday. Don’t forget,” he said, his smile, to anyone looking from the outside, was completely innocent but you caught the malice in his ice-cold eyes before he left.

“What’s on Wednesday?” Magda asked, checking the roast.

“Father August is just gonna help me with something,” you managed, brain still hazy with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “For James.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Magda grinned. “He’s such a good man, isn’t he? Our August. A true man of God.”

You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat. If only she knew…

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personinthepalace · 3 years

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MBS Trailer Analysis

Hey guys, as you probably could tell, I am SUPER excited about the MBS tv series! The lovely anon who pointed me in the direction of the trailer asked me to give my thoughts on it and well...I decided to do a shot by shot analysis of the trailer! (even though I definitely have other things I need to do haha). This is most likely going to be less of an analysis and more of me rambling and pointing out stuff haha. Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors. Also I’m sorry if I get any book facts wrong! (my memory isn’t what it used to be) Without further ado, here is my analysis! (below the cut because boy is this going to be long haha)

Ok before we begin, here’s the trailer in case you haven’t seen it/ want a refresher: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atFYUbwMYo4

Ready? Let’s begin

Nomansan Island!! I wonder if this is the view from Nomansan or if that’s Nomansan in the distance. Either way looks like there’s a lot of trees

Mr. Benedict’s house!! Definitely not how I imagined it. I thought it would be taller

You can see a manhole(?) near the bottom of this image. Later in the trailer we see Milligan come out of it. So I’m guessing this is the show’s verison of “the cellar across the street”

A secret room behind a bookcase! I’m guessing this is in Mr. Benedict’s house? It’s hard to see who’s pushing the door though- I wonder who it is

A Stonetown bus! I remember reading somewhere that the show has a 50s/60s vibe, and I definitely see/feel it

Reynie!! Of course the first person we actually get to see in the trailer is Reynie :) It looks like he’s in a restaurant? At night?? By himself??? Reynie what are you doing all alone?!?

Ah yes The Emergency. It’s scary how it feels revelant today...It’s kind hard to see but below “The Emergency” it says “Anxiety Index At Yearly High”. Yikes Mr. Curtain really knows how to create fear doesn’t he?

YES the BEST best-selling book series ever!! Also loving that pattern in the background

Another shot of Reynie! That sign says that that’s Bishop Building. I’m guessing Reynie is going to take one of the tests. Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure that it’s the Monk Building in the book

Look they’re social distancing! The test takers! Can you spot Reynie? (He’s in the second column from the left, four desks back). I wonder if that’s Rhonda sitting in front of him? She has a white dress. Hard to tell if she has green hair

Number Two! And it looks like she’s wearing boots!! I love it!

Let’s have a close up on Reynie :) Ahh he look so precious! And he has the outfit!!

A close up on Number Two! I’m loving her outfit. And look there’s a matching yellow pencil sharpner on the desk! There’s the “no talking” sign. And are those rocks behind the glass??

These kids are dressed up all fancy. It looks like they’re going to a formal party or piano recital. Not about to take a test

And here’s Reynie not all dressed up. Also is that a watch on his left wrist??

“Will be excused.” That’s a change from the book. In the book she said “escorted”. “I’m sorry, did I say executed? I meant to say escorted.”

I realize it’s a good thing that the show is going to be on Disney+ (more exposure and all that). But at the same said I’m kinda sad that MBS is a Disney property now

Now this is interesting. These kids are playing tetherball. I’m guessing that this is at the Institute. Except I thought the kids there spend most of their time watching TV? I wouldn’t expect them to be exercising. Is PE part of the curriculum?

A morse code telegraph machine! Very cool especially since in the book, they learned Morse code using a flashlight

And it’s Sticky and Kate!! It looks like Sticky still has some hair, so he’s not completely bald. I’m mourning the loss of Kate’s long blonde hair, but the short brown hair looks good! Loving Kate’s beanie. And look she’s still wearing her red striped shirt! (underneath the yellow jacket) Ahh they both look great

Constance!!! I’m loving her pigtails. I wonder what’s she doing though. It looks like she’s on a platform? I thought that wasn’t introduced until the later books

Kate walking on her rope during the floor test! And look you can see her bucket!! Okay I’m kinda disappointed with this scene because in the book the floor is suppose to have blue, black, and yellow rectangles. But here it looks like they are all squares (and instead of blue, it’s white). And Reynie is suppose to realize that the floor has rectangles so he can simply walk across. How is he going to walk across the floor if it’s full of squares??

Another shot of Reynie! I think he’s at the Institute, but I have no idea what that thing is. Anybody have any ideas?

Also Mr. Benedict has been narrating this whole time, and at this point he says “And our criteria for approval may be considered...mysterious.” Cue title credits!

Hmm okay Reynie got a stamp of approval- most likely from one of the Ten Men when they arrive at the Institute? Wonder who Pierce and Veronica are. Will they be important to the story? Also it looks like Veronica is crossed out?

Number Two is taking them to see Mr. Benedict! Huh so it looks like the three older kids are about the same height. I wonder if Kate is still a year older than Sticky and Reynie

Mr. Benedict’s study!! Look at all of those books!!! And a yellow couch- it matches Number Two’s outfit :)

So many books!!!

Ahh look at them!!! I love their outfits! They’re accurate to the books! Also loving those green lights in the background

How are all of these books not falling hahaha

Another shot of them. Is that Kate’s rope? Or the handle for her bucket? Also I would like to take the time to say that I love the music (the violin!)- it really fits the vibe

“I’m the aforementioned Mr. Benedict.” And here’s Mr. Benedict!!! He really loves dramatics doesn’t he. He’s definitely younger than I thought he would be. Also he’s not wearing green plaid. That makes me sad :( Wait does Mr. Benedict still have narcolepsy on the show?

We have an Emmy Award Winner on this show!

And we have our first look at Rhonda!!! She’s taller than I expected haha. But I love her outfit!! And look Number Two has a stopwatch hanging from her dress, most likely from timing the kids during the maze test

IT’S THEM!! IT’S THEM!!! Breaking the fourth wall and looking very confused (or angry in Constance’s case haha)

“You all possess a quality that is lacking in our society” - ok it is time to meet the members of The Mysterious Benedict Society!

“Reynie, your intuitive understanding of human nature” -omigod Reynie comforting Sticky!!! Ahhh my heart! I can’t wait to see this scene in the show. I have a feeling that they expanded on Sticky’s indecision about joining the mission, and this scene here is part of it. Ah I can’t wait to see more of their friendship! (Also it seems like the show is pronouncing Reynie’s name like “Rainy”. I personally had been pronouncing it like “Winnie”. TLS pronounced his name as “Winnie” as well)

“Sticky, your reservoir of knowledge” - Sticky at a competition! It looks like he has the same amount of hair as he does when he meets the mbs, so I think it’s safe to say that Sticky did not shave his head when he ran away

Sticky won $10,000 on a game called Buck Buck Goose -wow! Also we see Constance watching Sticky on TV. The room is all yellow, so maybe it’s Number Two’s room? But why is Constance watching a video of Sticky?

“Constance, your defiance of conventional thought patterns” -Constance ripping up that piece of paper, tossing it, and walking away- omigod I love it hahaha. Ahh Constance is a drama queen and I love it! Also I think this is her red raincoat- it’s very cute

“Kate, your uncanny feel of how things go together” - Kate!! It looks like Kate is removing a vent? So I’m guessing this is during the maze test. And it looks like she has her Swiss army knife!

“What is it that you all have in common?” -I just noticed that Mr. Benedict’s beard seems to be neatly trimmed. So I guess he doesn’t have shaving problems? And I’m still mourning the loss of the green plaid haha

And we have our first look at Milligan!! I personally never imagined him with a beard or long hair. But ahhh I can’t wait to see his reunion with Kate on the show!! (I will definitely be sobbing when that happens)

“I see fear. And bad fashion” “You’re very unpleasant” - I can tell I’m going to love Kate’s and Constance’s relationship on the show already hahaha. It’s hard to see in this screenshot, but Reynie’s nodding in agreement with Kate’s statement haha. Also Constance’s facial expressions are perfect!

A full view of Kate and her bucket! I am so happy that Kate has her bucket!! It looks like Sticky is in the back. Maybe this is a scene from them taking the tests? I wonder if those two other kids are important to the story

I have many questions about this shot. Where are they walking to? Is that the Institute? Is Reynie looking back to the mainland where Mr. Benedict and everyone else are?

Okay so the sign originally says “Room(?) At The Wheel” (I can’t make out the first word). Who is painting that anyway? An ordinary brainwashed citizen? A Helper?

They’re leaving for the Institute! Number Two with all those yellow suitcases haha. And is that Milligan standing on the side of the car? So one car takes the kids to the Institute. The other one (the one that Milligan seems to be standing on) is the car the rest of the adults will take so that they can camp out in the woods to keep an eye on the Institute

It looks like there are Helpers in the background!

Constance walking behind Reynie with her umbrella is adorable

Kate, Reynie, and Sticky pulling the bell rope! I don’t think they ever rang the bell together in the book, so I’m curious to see the context of this shot

Is this the boat in which they escape the Institute?

Sad Mr. Benedict :( I’m guessing he’s berating himself for putting the kids in danger

Rhonda and her fun driving! Btw the sign says “Who’s watching out for you?” I love that the presence of the Emergency seem to be everywhere in the show

Kate changed to a blue striped shirt, while Sticky changed to an orange shirt. Constance and Reynie seem to be wearing the same outfits

Crossing the bridge! Ten Men (sorry the Recruiters) are supposed to be stationed at the bridge entrance, right? Those people don’t look like they’re wearing expensive suits...

What are they watching?

And here is our first look at Mr. Curtain! Like with Mr. Benedict, this is definitely not how I pictured Mr. Curtain haha. He doesn’t have his sunglasses. I hope he has his wheelchair in the show

What room is this? Is that the Receiver behind Mr. Benedict?

I’m guessing this is the scene where they meet Mr. Curtain for the first time

What is happening with this split screen? Are Mr. Benedict and Mr. Curtain talking to each other? Also Mr. Benedict reveals in the narration that Mr. Curtain is his twin brother (I wonder why they decided to reveal such a big twist in this trailer). So do the kids know beforehand that Mr. Curtain is Mr. Benedict’s twin? Or will they all be shocked like in the book? Though I don’t think Reynie can make that comment that Mr. Curtain’s nose looks like a cucumber haha. Also I take back what I said about mourning the loss of Mr. Benedict’s green plaid- you can see it in this screenshot!

My facial expression right now is exactly like Kate’s in this shot. What the heck is that?

Okay this just might be my favorite scene from the trailer- Reynie hugging Miss Perumal!! Ahh my heart!!! I love this so so much!!!

Number Two with a stick! She is ready to attack! I think this is from the part when the Recruiters break into Mr. Benedict’s house

What machine is this? Is this from the final battle against the Whisperer??

Ooh no poor Sticky is scared!!

Again I want to say that I am disappointed with how they interpreted this part of the book. Reynie is suppose to be able to casually walk aross the floor but instead he’s leaping???

Milligan!!! Even though the beard is unexpected, it looks like they got his outfit right! Seems like this is Milligan leading the kids out of the underground passage

The main four! Looks like they’re sending out a Morse code signal to Mr. Benedict and the others. Though where are they standing?

This looks like the official title card! I love that the font looks similar to the one used on the cover of the books. Again this not how I pictured Mr. Benedict’s house haha

“So you need a bunch of smart orphans to do a deadly mission. I get it.” - have I mentioned that I love Constance and her facial expressions??? Also her sass!! I wonder if Constance is still two in this? She is at least a lot younger than the rest of kids. Will the other kids be surprised with her age reveal (if there’s an age reveal at the end). Wait will Kate give Constance piggyback rides in the show?? I would love to see that

The kids are like deadly???

“Ideally not deadly”- he is so done haha

Phew and that’s the whole trailer! I would like to note that the only people we hear speak in this trailer are Mr. Benedict, Number two, Constance, and Kate. Also S.Q., Martina, Jackson, and Jillson did not appear in the trailer. I hope that they will be in the show though (I think Martina for sure will be in it).

Anyway, if you read this far- thanks for reading my ramblings! I would love to hear your thoughts about this trailer as well :)

#I did a trailer analysis #this is how obsessed I am with this show already haha #ahhh I am so excited!!!#mbs disney #mbs tv series #mbs trailer #mbs video #mbs trailer analysis #mbs #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society #long post #rambles in the palace #posting in the palace

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eerythingisshaka · 3 years

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Ficmas Day #2 “A Chris Gets His Wings”

[Chris Evans x Reader]

Word Count: 1.6K

“Reena! Pick up your phone! I already texted you and I know you seen my messages!” You hang up the phone as your friend Dez shivers next to you, rattling her sheet music.

“Maybe we should just call it a night. Caroling this year will just have to be a bust.”

“But we always do caroling! Why should this year be any different?” You enthusiastically wave your hands for emphasis but lose a sheet or two in the process.

“Dammit!”

“Come on, we can still hang at my place and warm up with some cocoa and try another night. We have like two more weeks before Christmas,” Dez offers.

You straighten up, adjusting your knit cap over your head. “I know but this is our night. We can’t always reserve this spot in the park with the piano. It’s too high in demand and she is our pianist!”

Dez shakes her head. “I don’t know what else to do, but let me think about it in a warmer environment. I’ll be in my car, you are welcome to join when feeling comes back to your brain.”

“Love you like an ingrown too, queen,” you remark as she heads for the parking lot.

You stand alone on the brick pavement under a gazebo trimmed with white lights in a place called Angel Park. The black piano that sits silent is so worn from weather and graffiti, it’s hard to believe any beauty can come from it. A slight hitch of panic pulls you to its keys, walking your fingertips over the cold white bars as the random notes play out loud.

You stop, satisfied with what you’ve heard that it is indeed a functioning piano but what can you do without a player? You and Dez could try to sing it a capella, but your vision of caroling is complete only with a piano at the helm of it all. That’s what will pull people in, otherwise you are just two random people singing, not carolers.

You sigh, feeling the cold hit your toes, you walk around a bit and work some heat back to them. You feel your phone vibrate and get excited, checking for the sender

Dez You heard from Reena yet?

You No

Dez It’s still warm in here if you wanna wait in my car

You No, I’ll wait like ten more minutes

You put your phone back in your coat pocket and look mindlessly at your sheet music. Rudolph, Christmas Song, Frosty; you know them all by heart but caroling without sheet music seemed to not fit your image of Christmas either. You imagine about five people standing ear muff to ear muff, taking a deep breath together as their eyes study the paper in front of them, watching the slight bob of their head or tap of their fot to keep time and joyfully sing about the Christmas season.

You, unfortunately, stand solo outside of an empty gazebo as passersby walk on without a glance in your direction. As you look up at the sky, barely able to make out a star, you hear a few notes coming from the piano. You turn to see a stranger in a turtleneck and peacoat working the keys over creating a random tune that fills the air warmly.

You walk up to him in a huff. “Excuse me, sorry, but this is my time to be at the piano. I already reserved it with parks and rec.”

He looks up at you, white breath coming from his lips. “Is that so? Well,” he stops playing. “Let me not hold you back.”

You shift your weight back and forth, looking at your feet. “Thanks.”

A few seconds pass between you both as neither of you moves on.

“So… are you planning to play during your reserved parks and rec session?” he asks.

You clear your throat to hide your embarrassment. “I didn’t say that I am playing necessarily. I just reserved it for...music.”

His eyes go wide as he knocks his head back for an animated nod. “Sure thing, just usually people who want to take time with a musical instrument for music, they plan to play said instrument, though is it just nice to look at. Check this writing here: FOR A GOOD TIME CALL 816-5…”

“Ok! I made plans with some friends to carol and it just fell through, from the looks of things.” You pull out our phone and check for any missed messages: none yet.

He plants a hand to his chest in awe. “Caroling! Oh! I love caroling! Some say caroling at Christmas time is the one chance you get to catch an angel having a good time on earth instead of you know, doing God’s work, so to speak.”

“Well that may be, but ain’t no angels coming for me tonight it seems. Look, I think I’m going to head-”

“How about I teach you a chord or two? Make this time worth a little something, right?”

Your mouth moves as your thoughts move quicker than you can say them. “What’s your name?”

“Chris! Like Christ, without the cross. Get it?” He smiles with a chuckle that makes you smile mildly for the first time all night.

“Cute. Well...it couldn’t hurt. It’s the Christmas season after all!”

You round the piano to join Chris on the bench, rubbing your hands together fervently.

“Ok, so how about we start with Jingle Bells? Make it simple and sweet. Start here, then here….”

You study his fingers as they push down one key after another, trying to remember the pattern.

“...so it just follows that same pattern basically the whole way.”

“So I can just like Chopsticks this?” you ask, trying out the keys for yourself.

“Yeah! I swear I don’t mean to dumb it down by the way, just for time purposes…”

You wave him off, smiling at him genuinely. “No! You’re being so nice, I’ll take whatever lesson you’re giving. I’m a singer first off anyway.”

“So that’s your instrument! Well we will be quite the pair. I’ll play with you but give me a bit of vocal too while you’re at it.”

You giggle with excitement, no longer bothered by the cold as you both share a space on the bench and prepare to jam. Chris starts off the chords as you do your mini part, stumbling here and there but thankful Chris is carrying the melody all the way.

As you sing, a couple of people notice, smiling at the two of you and quietly bobbing to the jingle. When the last line is sung, you both are welcomed with a round of applause, which Chris joins in for you.

“Oh please! Clap for you!” you exclaim, coming to a standing as he holds his heart gratefully.

“Thank you! Do you have time for one more?” Chris asks.

You check the time on your phone. “Maybe? It depends how soon someone might need the space.”

Chris brushes your worry off. “Ahh come on! One song and it’s quitting time. Park it here!”

You scoff at his demand but follow nonetheless. Sliding next to him, your hip touches his, making you jump. He doesn’t seem bothered but you give an inch just in case, noticing his gorgeous eyelashes for the first time.

“‘Baby It’s Cold Outside?’” he asks, looking to you to confirm.

“Well I’d say it is.” you respond, laughing into your chest at your own quip.

Chris gives a warm snicker as well. “That it is, baby. But can you sing it?”

“Sing yes. Play? Not even close.”

“Well here’s what we’ll do. I’ll play this time, and you just handle the lady part of the duet, I got the guy to help you out.”

You think about this a moment. “Ooh, know what could be fun? I’ll do the guy part, you the lady.”

Chris stretches his face in understanding. “ I got it, let’s do it!”

Chris starts off the song, “I really can’t stay…”

“Baby, it’s cold outside!”

“I’ve got to go away!”

“But baby it’s cold outside!” You give him a puppy dog look that almost makes him break as his face reddens. You get up from the bench and a bit more flare to your dramatics as you move around the gazebo, maintaining the chemistry with Chris as he gets into the show too. The crowd has tripled in size around you both as the song builds to its final big note, clapping in rhythm as the attention is fixated on you stepping out to sing the last line.

“OUT! SIDE!” You give a bow as the crowd erupts. When you come to stand, Dez is in front of you.

“Girl, I wondered why you hadn’t picked up your phone. I called you a couple times, I thought someone snatched you up!”

The crowd begins to dissipate as you catch your breath. You put a hand to her shoulder, taking off your knit cap to fan yourself a little. “No issue here! I was just with a friend-” You turn back to point at the empty bench. Looking around, there’s no sign of Chris anywhere.

“Reena said she overslept so she has to make it up to you on the caroling, but you said ten minutes and you know me, once it has hit 11 minutes I am coming for you.”

You put your hat back on, and walk out to where the crowd was. “He was just here…”

“Girl, everyone was here. I can’t believe you did a solo and didn’t text me to see it. That’s brave of you regardless. Come tell me about it on the way to the car.”

You whip around to meet your eyes with Dez. “You swear you didn’t see a guy at the piano?”

“Child, the piano was empty as ever when I came up. I didn’t catch what you sang, I just saw the crowd clapping and found you. He wasn’t a creep was he?”

You shake your head. “No he was really fucking great. Just came to have a good time I guess.”

#shakafic #ficmas #chris evans x reader

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desarcalize · 3 years

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Dusk 15: Walker

After five months, Cross said that he will go to a mission in London. Sarah asked to follow him.

“No” Cross said “You will stay here and help Meriam to read and write”

Meriam was an orphan girl, which they found her sleeping in the courtyard of the monastery. From that night, they made her part of the church, teaching and training her to become an exorcist.

“Alright” Sarah said accompanied Cross until the entrance. Timcanpy flew and sat at his owner’s shoulder. The man turned and leaved the monastery.

During a snowy night, Sarah and Meriam were sitting on the table of the monastery’s kitchen. The little girl was reading the bible and Sarah was observing her as she was writing a part, which she learned by heart, in a paper.

They heard someone knocking the door and Mother Rebecca opened it, seeing Cross standing in the entrance, holding a boy in his arms.

“Cross?! You came back! Who is that child?!” they heard from the kitchen, Sarah turned to Meriam “Stay here, I will be back” the girl knobbed and Sarah walked to the main corridor, seeing Cross holding a sleeping boy with white hair and swollen face.

“Who is that?” she asked “He was Mana’s adopted son” “Was?” “Mana died, three weeks ago” Sarah lowered her head “Who both know that this is not truth” she whispered “Right?” “I don’t know what he is planning to do” Cross said and approached his bedroom leaving the boy on his bed “But for now, I have to save him. The scratch on his face became infected and he has high fever” Sarah touched the boy’s forehead

“You are right. He is burning” she said “Sister Sarah” they heard a girlish voice. They turned and saw Meriam standing some meters away from the bed “Who is he?” “Just a son of an old friend” “Can I help?” “Bring me the botany book” the girl ran to the Sarah’s bedroom, where she had the books and took a green one. She ran back to Cross’s room and gave it to the nun. The woman opened it and showed a page to the girl “Do you see this plant? It’s called aloe, it’s for the swollen by wounds’ infections. I want you to go to the herb shop and take some” the girl knobbed and ran out of the bedroom “She is learning quick” Cross said “Yeah, she will be a great exorcist” she turned to the boy who had wet fabrics on his face, by Mother “What is his name?” “Allen” “So, Allen D. Campbell?” “No. Mana changed his last name, after Nea’s death. He was going with Walker”

Sarah remembered the young man with the milky skin and the brown hair in a ponytail, turning to her smiling “I will not stop. I will keep walking” “How ironic” she whispered smiling.

After some minutes, Meriam was back with the aloe leaves. She gave them to Mother Rebecca, who broke them above a plate, taking out it’s jelly content. With a spoon she spread the content on the young boy’s left side of the face and wrapped it with gazes.

Meriam looked his face. Even if it was swallowed, it was still angelic like. His expression was calm and she would say that he was cute. She turned to Sarah

“Is he going to die?” “No. Cross found him soon enough” Sarah said “The infection is only around his wound. So, he will be fine. Really, how did this infection happen?” “Millennium Earl turned Mana into an Akuma and he scratched his face” “That’s awful” the girl whispered “What is an Akuma?” “I will explain to you when you will be ready to know” Sarah said smiling “Alright” Sarah approached her and bend over, patting her head “Now, go and read the next chapter of Marcus’ Evangelion and when I will be done we will read the next together” “Ok!” she shouted smiling and left the room, heading to the kitchen.

Sarah was in Cross’s room, taking care of Allen, checking his temperature and changing the gazes on his face. She heard him groaning from the high fever and whispering Mana’s name in his sleep. She caressing his hair and started muttering the music of Nea’s song. She saw that Allen’s expression became calmer and he fell asleep.

She got out of Cross’s room and approached the kitchen, where Mother and Cross were drinking. She stood next to the table and looked at them,

“His fever has fall” “Good” Cross said and took a sip “Tell me the truth, Cross!” she shouted hitting her palms to the table “Don’t be so loud” he said “You will wake all up” “Alright” she whispered “At least tell me what is going on with this child” “This boy will be the Fourteenth’s host” “Impossible!” “Why is it impossible? We both know that if Millennium Earl don’t die, the Noah family members will be reincarnated again and again. Nea was a member too” “And why this boy?” “This didn’t make sense to me too. But then I thought about it again” “And? Did you find anything?” “Some days before Allen left, he was reading the Bible backward” Sarah opened her eyes wide and stepped back “You remember what are the results of this, don’t you? We read about it in a book of Black Order’s library” “You turn back in time. You can change the past or your appearance with the past” she thought about it and then she turned to Cross again “This doesn’t make sense! Allen was blondie. This boy has white hair and before that he has… What was the color of his hair, again?” “Red” “Exactly, red” “Maybe he is a reincarnation, I don’t know” Cross said and rested his head on his hand “Every time I am trying to find something, I find a wall” “Why are you so sure about Allen? About our old friend?” “Because, before Nea and Mana left, Allen asked from Nea to use his own body for the reincarnation” Sarah was shocked. She took a chair and sat down, trying to understand all the information that Cross said to her “Why?” she swallowed “Why you didn’t say anything? Why did you hide this information from me for twenty-one years?” “Because I never thought that Fourteenth’s host would be a ten years old boy” “What happened, happened” Mother said “We cannot change the past, but we can make our future. This child is our future”

“One more thing” Sarah said “How are you so sure that this child is Nea’s host?” “Because Mana was always with him. He was protecting him, like it was the most precious thing in the world” “Well, it makes sense” Mother said and took one more sip of her wine. Cross and Sarah stopped talking. They lowered their heads and looked their eyes.

The next day, Allen woke up, but this was not what they were expected. The boy was in shock. Cross was holding his hands as he was screaming, like he was possessed. Sarah took Meriam and went out of the monastery, so the little girl will not see the shocked boy.

When they returned, Allen had called down, but he was sitting at the corner of the bed, without talking or eating. He was just looking to the void with empty thought. Cross tried in vain to feed him. One noun, Sarah was washing the dishes and Cross was drinking his wine, as Mother, Barba and Meriam went to sleep.

“He hasn’t eaten anything, has he?” Sarah asked “It’s because of his lament for Mana. He reminds me someone else, who wasn’t eating, because of him”

Sarah stopped washing the dishes and turned to him

“It’s not the same” she said “He is crying because he lost him, forever. I lost him because he betrayed me. Allen was an orphan, who found a home, a family. I was a nun, who had to leave with the word of God. I didn’t know what love meant, not like the way that Mana showed it to me. He loved me and I talked bad to him. He betrayed me, to protect me. Sometimes” she said and tears started appear on her cheeks “Sometimes, I still mutter the lyrics of his song, I feel like I still hear the music of the piano. I think that if I open the door and get inside the white room, they will be there, playing the piano and singing” her voice was cracked by the sobs “When I saw him again, after nineteen years, telling me that he remembered my last words to him, I realized how much I loved him. I should never fell in love, I am a nun, I asked for forgiveness from God, but it wasn’t enough…” she stopped crying, because the sobs had closed her throat “I sorry” she said and put her hands on her face “O promised to myself that I would never cry for him again, but when I learned that he died, I can’t…” her sobs became louder, she was thinking that she couldn’t breathe, that she wanted to scream

“Cry” Cross said “Put it out. This is what you need. Cry, weep, you need it”

Sarah raised her head and closed her eyes, she tried to control her breath, by taking deep breaths and crying in the same time. She finally felt that the weight, that she had on her chest, was gone.

During the night, Cross was sitting across his bed, reading his book and looked Allen. He inhaled, let the book next to him and turned to the white-haired boy.

“You know, there was a phrase which Mana used to say. I will never stop…” “…I will keep walking” Allen said in the same time with him

He looked the boy, who raised his head and looked at him. His right eye wasn’t swollen from crying anymore.

“He is gone, isn’t he?” he whispered. Cross lowered his head and Allen turned and looked the void “I… I don’t want to stop… Not now”

Cross approached the kitchen, where the rest members of the church were sitting on the table.

“Allen talked” “Really?!” Sarah shouted “Thank God!” Mother said looking up “But… But he doesn’t sound so much like Nea, but more like Mana” “I see” Sarah said and lowered her head “That means that I can go and talk to him, right?” Meriam asked “Maybe we can be friends!” Sarah turned and rubbed the girl’s hand, smiling “We will go tomorrow and talk to him, alright?” “Yes!” the girl shouted.

The next day, Sarah sat next to Allen on Cross’s bed. Meriam was standing next to the bed, looking them. The little girl was the one who spoke first.

“Your hand! It reminds me of Sister Sarah’s wings!” “Meriam!” Sarah shouted. She didn’t want to make Allen feel bad

“Wings?” the boy asked

“Yeah” Sarah said and smiled

She stood up and turned her back to the boy. Her uniform changed. She didn’t have to open a zip and put out her whole back, but there were two special holes on the back of it.

“Innocent, activate” Allen looked her wings full of surprised. He approached his hand, but he pulled it back. Sarah smiled with his reaction “It’s fine, you can touch them, if you want” At first, he hesitated, but then he touched the blue edge

“They are so soft!” he whispered “You are like an angel!”

Sarah blushed, because this is how Nea used to call her. Maybe there a Fourteenth’s part in this boy. She smiled to Allen.

“They are called “The Wings of Gabriel”. I can help you activate and control your arm too” “Yes, please!” Allen shouted, blushing.

Sarah and Allen were standing at the courtyard of the monastery. She opened her wings and was waiting for Allen to activate his too. The boy was looking his hand, but he wasn’t talking.

“What happened, Allen?” “It’s just” the boy said “The first and last time I activated was when Mana turned to this monster and my own arm killed him. I was afraid to activate it again, I don’t want to hurt anyone else” “Don’t worry, Allen, you aren’t going to hurt me. Just try it”

Allen looked his hand, he thought the words that Sarah saying when she was activating hers “Activate” His red hand became gray and bigger. It went out of control and approached Sarah. The woman moved her wings and Allen saw her flying one meter above the ground.

“You can fly too?!” “Yes. I had similar problems too. My Innocence was never listening to me. When I was trying to fly, it drove me on the walls and the ground” “How did you master it?” “It is like a living creature. It has its own will, but it would never let its user die. So, I did one of the most dangerous ways to make it obey me” “What did you do?” Allen asked with his eyes opened, excited to hear her story “I felt from the belfry!” she said smiling and Allen was shocked “From… The belfry?” he looked the tower of the monastery “This belfry?” “Yep” “I… I don’t believe it… Neither expected it” “Of course I am not asking you to commit suicide just to make your arm obey you. I was desperate back then. I wanted to follow General Cross to the Black Order” “The Black Order?” “Cross didn’t tell you about the Black Order?” Allen moved his head negative and Sarah facepalmed “So, I will have to start everything from the zero”

For the next weeks, Sarah was training Allen during the days and they were reading books about the exorcists during the night. Cross was always looking at them, either from the window or from the corridor.

#dgm #d gray man #desarcalize #cross marian #sarah miller #mana walker #mana d campbell #mana #nea walker #neah d campbell #nea d campbell #neah #nea #allen walker #my story #my oc #katsura hoshino

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warmau · 5 years

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Love Struck!AU x Monsta X

me: im not love struck. hyungwon: _____ me: pause

Shownu

you walk by and shownu sees it in slow motion, rose colored background and angel hymns playing in his ears

the food on his chopsticks falls right down because he’s still staring at the spot you where just in and jooheon gives him a weird look

when confronted with the idea that he sees you as something more than just a friend he short-circuits

“uh....well....that....well it....that....well...”

minhyuk: it’s ok, take your time

you catch him off guard one afternoon, reading a book recommended by one of his friends

you slip in beside him, pointing at one of the lines

“isn’t this a little too poetic for your taste, hyunwoo?”

his lips part, glasses threatening to slide down his nose as he forgets how to string together a sentence

you smile and a warmth bursts through his huge body that he’s never experienced before

you don’t notice his neck go pink as you lean in even closer

he’s so scared you might hear the white noise blaring through his mind as your arm brushes his

“do you like romance novels?”

you question, curiously and shownu wants to say one thing but all he can do is give out a curt

“i like you.”

Wonho

doesn’t know where to look when you’re in a room

eyes go this way and that way and he starts bothering hyungwon for attention or picking at the lint on his sweater

when you address him, smiley and sweet, he knows his ears are on fire

and that if he makes a quick escape you might not notice

so he always has some outlandish excuse

“kihyun needs me to crack his back - he’s getting so old these days!” “i made plans to go to the market.........in busan” “ouch! i think im having a heart attack - talk to you later?”

closes his eyes and the first image in his mind is you - every time

shakes his head like a confused puppy like: stop thinking about them!

but he can’t,,,,,he’s stuck

“i don’t get it - why do i keep thinking about them?”

kihyun deadpan: “you’re in love”

changkyun: “oh i was just gonna say he’s sick, but i guess that’s the same thing.”

for some reason you’re at the gym before him and wonho debates just turning around and dipping

so he keeps going in and out of the changing room with his duffel bag and everyone is like ..........?

until you spot him and wave and boy damn near drops this heavy bag on his foot out of surprise

you show him that you’re getting stronger, flexing up your arm and wonho just can’t control himself

“you’re so cute”

“what?”

“I MEANT........the dumbbells are just getting cuter........huh............”

Kihyun

suaveness backfires on him very hard

“the weather is so hot today and so are,,,,,,,,,” “and so is?” “and ,,,,,,,,, so are ,,,,,,, these pants why’d i wear jeans in the heat hahaha i need to go”

pickup lines he can never finish and you just look at him quizzically as he tries to save face

will not admit it to anyone but practices greeting you in the mirror

gets caught by shownu who blankly watches kihyun posing in front of the mirror until it’s been fifteen minutes and shownu is like dude, get out - i need to shower

loud and confident usually, but somehow it becomes a little awkward when you’re around

voice cracks on two or three occasions

you get invited to the summer barbecue kihyun is throwing and of course he plans everything perfectly

except for the fact that this is a beach and so everyone is showing up in,,,,,,,beach attire

and when you come running down the beach toward him, kihyun drops the burger he was in the middle of flipping and nearly burns himself on the grill

and you’re like oh shit are you ok and he’s like what do you mean im dandy ,,,,, as he almost puts his hand down on the grill AGAIN

and you have to catch him and scold him for not paying attention

and he whines because “it’s hard to pay attention”

and you’re like why??? it’s easy - just don’t put your hand donw on the fire-

but he’s like no no it’s hard to pay attention because,,,,,,,because

you: because???

minhyuk strolling by munching on his watermelon: because you’re in a swimsuit and kihyun has the mind of a dog

you: wh-

OOP too late, kihyun is chasing minhyuk down the beach with his skewers

Minhyuk

won’t shut up about you

“anyway they were playing the piano with me and they were doing so well even though they said they hadn’t played in YEARS!” “i think they cut their hair a little shorter, it looks nice did you guys see it what did you think?” “oh look they have the game they were telling me about-”

it’s like he’s the daily news alert

but all the news is about you

and when he talks about you - his eyes gleam with sparkles, he almost goes into a day dreamy like trance

if hearts could start swirling around his head, they would

but when he is (rightfully so) accused of having feelings for you

he’s like

“WHAT? WHERE IS THE EVIDENCE?”

everyone: our ears hurt because you haven’t stopped talking about them once so ,,,,,, maybe ,,,,,,,, that’s the damn evidence

refuses it before jumping back into a long rant about how adorable and perfect you are

one afternoon, hyungwon decides he’s had enough, so he tells you that you should try beating minhyuk at talking

so you and minhyuk play the compliment game - spewing sweet and corny things about each other back and forth

until you inch close enough that your noses almost brush

and you go

“minhyuk, you’re so pretty far away but up close it’s even better!”

he’s so shocked, flattered, and over the moon that he stares at you speechless

and hyungwon is like “finally. silence”

you start to wrry when minhyuk is frozen for ten minutes straight and you’re like “how do i get him to function again”

hyungwon: idk. kiss him.

Jooheon

faints every time you lay a hand on him

both metaphorically and physically

like you were accidentally pushed against his chest during the bus ride home and next thing you knew he almost blacked out and hit his head on the hand pole

obliviously, you always assume it’s because he’s dehydrated or tired

minhyuk: looking into the camera like he’s on the office

gets all tingly and giggly when you touch his shoulder

makes squeaking sounds when your hand brushes against his

basically becomes a big mushy puddle of heart eyes

and mumbling incoherent sentences of affection

you: omg i think he might be having fever delusions or something

hyungwon: no,,,,,,,,,that’s definitely not it,,,,,,,,,

hates being told he should “just confess” like what the fuck do you mean “just confess” bold of you all to assume he can “JUST CONFESS”

everyone wonders what will happen when you two start dating and jooheon gets to kiss you

like will he just,,,,,,,,turn to dust? probably

you want to join the guys for lunch after their practice but the table is so cramped so you jokingly ask jooheon if “this seat is taken?” will pointing to his lap

never in your life have you seen someone flip their whole plate over to make room for yours and nod so hard you think it might snap their neck

you, embarrassed: o-oh i was just,,,,joking,,,,but,,,,um,,,if it’s ok,,,,,?

jooheon getting ready to just, turn to to jelly when you sit down:

changkyun: if he dies i get the rest of his rice

Hyungwon

hard to read expression when you’re around but sirens are going THE FUCK OFF in his head whenever you as much as smile

anything you ask him or any questions directed at him from anyone else is just answered with a “hehe,,,,yeah”

can’t formulate much of a thought outside of: holy shit they’re so cute holy shit what do i do holy shit just lean up against the wall it’s fine holy shi-

minhyuk: bro what do you wanna eat?”

hyungwon looking over his head at where you’re talking with shownu: hehe,,,,sure

minhyuk: cool hyungwon machine broken

his nervous habit is chewing on his bottom lip and you think he’s just concentrating on music or on something

but head empty. just you. that’s it.

you ask hyungwon to teach you a little about turntables and being a dj

and he’s like “oh sure” but then you stand directly in front of him, back almost against his chest as you play around with the different switches

and he like,,,,,,,seizes function

and you’re like “oo can i try these on?” pointing to the headphones around his neck

and when you reach out to take them off, he just takes a hold of your wrists and you’re like “oh? i shouldn’t touch them?”

and he’s just like hyungwon, c’mon say something cool. say something that won’t be embarrassing like hehe yeah. this is your moment!

“you can touch me anywhere”

“what?”

“............i mean hehe sure.......”

Changkyun

in capital L love with you but pretends he isn’t

crosses his arms and tries to keep a straight face when it’s obvious you’re doing something adorable and everyone else in the room is like ahhhh cute!!!

changkyun, scoffing: it isn’t even that cute...........

wonho: you shouldnt lie with the lord watching changkyun

changkyun: what

when you’re not looking, he steals glances and lowkey hates the fact that later he’ll be trying to work on something

and he’ll remember how you looked today and it’ll make him pause and just,,,,,,,kinda wish he could just walk over and talk to you

there’s really no reason he won’t just ask you out - he’s just being a big baby

you think he doesn’t really like you all that much so you get a bit anxious when asking him for a favor

but you really wanna throw a surprise party for another member so you end up asking changkyun for some help

but when you do, you accidentally hiccup in the same sentence

and you’re like oh no im a fool but

but changkyun just breaks

“how are even your hiccups cute????????”

“wh-what?”

changkyun, reaching his breaking point over a damn hiccup: “oh my god im in loooooove with you”

“wh-what??!?!?!?”

changkyun, laughing without stopping as he pulls you into his arms LOL

jooheon later on in the day: so you’re telling me you confessed to them because. they hiccuped?

changkyun: yeah. im also contacting the genius world record to ask them to put it in as the cutest hiccup to have ever been hiccuped

jooheon: ok. whipped much.

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Wrapped Up in Anticipation

Summary: Violet opens her dorm door to find an excited Louis with presents to wrap.

Word Count: 2048

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A knock at Violet’s dorm room door had her quirking an eyebrow. Therissa wouldn’t be back until the wee hours of the morning since she’d gone to pull an all-nighter with a classmate. Who else could be visiting so late at night? Looking through the peephole, Violet rolled her eyes. She opened the door to find Louis there, wearing a Santa hat and smiling at her with his arms full of Christmas wrapping paper and a huge bag slung over his shoulder.

“Lou, what are you doing here? We said we’d meet up tomorrow to wrap gifts,”

“I know, I know, but I was picking up supplies and I found something and I just got so excited I had to bring it over tonight and figured why not go the whole nine yards?” Louis smiled brightly at his best friend before looking down meaningfully by his feet.

Violet’s gaze followed Louis’ down to the ground. A small gasp escaped her lips. There at Louis’ feet was a tiny live Christmas tree, no higher than his knee.

“Isn’t it amazing! I spotted it being sold in the parking lot with all the big Christmas trees and figured it’d be the perfect tree for you. You can have a real live tree this year!”

Violet would never admit it, but a lump welled up in her throat at the gift. Growing up in a trailer, she hadn’t come from a family with the funds to afford a real live tree let alone a full size artificial one. Truth be told, as she got older her parents had stopped putting up any sort of tree at all, not even the dusty old miniature one they used to place on the table. Her mom had been busy working multiple jobs and no longer had energy to decorate and her father was too focused on chasing the next bottle of whiskey to care. Violet used to have her grandma’s decorations and artificial tree to find solace in, but it had been almost a decade now since she’d been alive.

“Vi? Are you OK?” Louis’ voice carried concern with it.

Shit. Her emotion must be showing through after all. She didn’t want to talk about any of that stuff. It wasn’t like Louis knew and she wanted to keep it that way. That part of her life was in the past now. She was living independently, and she’d never be going back. Swallowing the lump, Violet cleared her throat and bent over to pick up the tree. “It’s cool. Let’s bring it inside quick. I think my RA said live trees aren’t allowed within the dorms,”

“Ooh, breaking the rules!” Louis whispered happily with a playful waggle of his eyebrows. Slipping inside Violet’s room, he closed the door behind him with a soft click. Walking forward, Louis dumped all the wrapping supplies in the center of the room. He glanced over at Violet who was placing the tree upon her desk. “Oh, we should probably put that in water so it doesn’t dry out. Do you have a bowl or something we could use?”

“I have one,” Violet went over to the bookshelf and grabbed a plain white bowl. “I’ll be right back,” With that she left to fill the bowl in the dorm bathroom. A few minutes later when she returned she found Louis had already spread out all of his gifts upon the floor and was attempting to calculate how much wrapping paper he’d need for the first one.

“You’re using way too much,” Violet noted dryly. Going over to her desk, she stood the tree up within the water bowl. “The wrapping paper’s gonna get all crinkly and shit,”

“It’s ok, I bought plenty. If I do this wrong, I’ll just try again,” Louis’ scissors glided as he cut a huge swath of wrapping paper before looking back over at Violet and the tree. His face fell slightly. “I should have run back inside and bought some ornaments for Lil Stumpy. He looks so bare,”

“You named my tree?” Violet plopped down on the floor, rooting out her own presents from under the bed.

“Poor little guy needed a name. He’s small of stature but big of heart,”

“Excuse you, Lil Stumpy is a lady,”

“Oh! My humblest apologies!” Louis bowed in mock solemnity before continuing with his wrapping. “I’ll be sure to drop by tomorrow with ornaments for the little lady,”

“Y’know, for someone who goes to a different college, you’re over here way too much,”

Louis shrugged. “What can I say? I like it here. You’re here, Marlon’s here, and everybody else around here seems cool too. Like those twins in your statistics class. That gift’s for Sophie, right? You said she’s the one who really likes food,”

Violet paused in her gift wrapping and nodded. “Good memory,” She’d gotten Sophie a DIY mochi ice cream kit. Ever since the twins and Violet had gone on a late-night ice cream run one late night, Sophie had been talking about mochi nonstop. Hopefully Sophie’s homemade mochi would turn out to her satisfaction. Violet glanced over at the box Louis had been trying unsuccessfully to wrap again and again. “That’s the bomb you ordered for Mitch?”

“Glitter bomb,” Louis corrected, recutting his wrapping paper to a smaller size. “I can’t wait to see the look on Mitch’s face when he gets a faceful of glitter! He’ll be getting the stuff out of his hair for weeks!” Louis chortled happily at the thought. “There’s a giftcard to St. John Steakhouse in there too. Hope he looks through the box before throwing it out,”

“You’d better give him a heads up on that after the glitter bomb,” Setting aside her first present, Violet moved onto her second, Minnie’s gift. It was a t-shirt with a heartbeat monitor line in the background while a guitar was in the foreground.

“Oooh, getting Minnie something with a heart on it I see,” Louis teased.

“Shut up,” Violet muttered, turning her face away from her friend. “It’s a heartbeat, not a heart,”

“Riiiight, totally different. Minnie seems nice though. I think if you asked her out she’d say yes,”

“Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen,”

“Or maybe I should hint to Minnie that she should ask you out,”

“If you do, that, I swear I’ll steal your kneecaps in the middle of the night,”

“Ok, ok, message received! Yeesh!” Louis rolled his eyes as he pulled out a large package from his present bag that was already wrapped in dark blue tissue paper and tied with a silver bow. “Here’s your gift by the way. I wrapped it ahead of time so there’d be no chance of you spoiling your own gift this year,” It was a game they’d developed over the years: Louis hiding his present to Violet somewhere he thought she’d never find it and Violet inevitably sniffing it out.

A smirk crossed Violet’s face. “Oh, I already know what it is,”

“What?! How?”

“You left your laptop open beside me last time you were over here. I just pulled up your Amazon order history and scrolled down,”

“Well, you’re still not allowed to open it till Christmas!” Louis declared with a sullen pout.

“I won’t,” Violet took the present eagerly, lightly squishing it. Louis had outdone himself this year. He’d found a blanket with glow in the dark constellations printed all over both sides. Violet couldn’t wait to cuddle under it come Christmas morning. Pulling out a box from her own pile, Violet unceremoniously plopped one of the ribbons Louis had bought on the top of the packaging and handed it over. “Here’s your gift,”

“Wow, I love what you did with the packaging,” Louis replied drolly. Taking the small box in both hands, he shook it in curiosity.

“Hey, no shaking! You don’t get to guess what it is!”

“Oh, but you get to know what your present is ahead of time? I call shenanigans!”

“Just wait till Christmas, you big baby,” Violet glanced over at the box, hoping the present inside was still safe. She’d bought Louis a thumb piano. It had been a tossup on whether buying it for him would be worth the annoyance of him playing the thing everywhere, but Violet knew the smile on Louis’ face when he opened it would be worth it. Getting back into wrapping mode, she pulled out a thin black box that contained her next present.

“Is that one for Mitch?”

“Yup,” Violet wrapped it in the goofy reindeer wrapping paper Louis had bought. She knew that one would annoy Mitch the most.

“What is it?”

“A knife,”

“Bet you wanna keep it for yourself,” Louis knew her well. Violet was a sucker for a cool knife.

“Yeah, but there’s no weapons allowed on campus anyway, so,” Violet shrugged, making quick work of wrapping the gift. “Ready to wrap the big one?”

“You betcha!” Louis reached into his bag with glee, pulling out an entire miniature sled. The warm brown wood and painted metal detailing along the edges came together to form a truly charming sight. “You got your part of the gift?”

“Yep,” Violet plopped a red dog harness on top of the miniature sled. “I looked up pit bulls to make sure I got the right size,”

“Awesome. Marlon’s gonna lose his mind when he sees this!” Louis was practically beaming in excitement as he unrolled a huge swath of wrapping paper to begin the process.

Violet had to agree. Ever since Marlon got Rosie at the beginning of this year, the dog was all he ever talked about. Violet couldn’t blame him. Rosie was super cute and pretty much the sweetest dog she’d ever met. When she and Louis had been brainstorming gift ideas for this year, they knew they wanted to get Marlon something that would also be a gift for Rosie. Now he would be able to sit on his own miniature sled and have Rosie pull him around across the snow to her heart’s content. They were both gonna love it.

It was quite a tricky process getting such a large and unusually shaped present wrapped. In the end after several layers of wrapping paper and some truly haphazard usage of tape, they had a large, lumpy package to show for their labors. Both friends looked at it with pride.

“It’s perfect,” Louis stated, wiping a mock tear from his eye.

“That’s some fucking good wrapping if I do say so myself,” Violet smiled proudly at the mysterious blob. That was when her eyes caught the time. “Shit, it’s almost one? I have an 8 AM class tomorrow. You gotta go,”

“Awww, so soon?” Louis batted his lashes at Violet, giving his best sad puppy impression even though they both knew that was pointless.

“Yep. Scram. And take your shit with you,” Violet helped Louis pack all the wrapping paper and supplies as well as his gifts before escorting him to the door.

“Christmas hug?” Louis asked, turning around one last time.

“Fine, Christmas hug,”

“Yay!” Louis wrapped his arms round Violet happily, chuckling as he did so. “Ho ho ho!”

“…What the fuck was that?”

“A Santa laugh. Now it’s a genuine Christmas hug,”

“Whatever,” Violet mumbled though she knew Louis caught the small smile upon her lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow to drop off the ornaments for Lil Stumpy then?”

“Sure. I’m done with classes at 2,”

“Then I shall see you then. Till next time!” With a happy wave Louis was gone, sneaking quietly down the hall as it was far past visiting hours.

Violet shook her head good naturedly before closing the door. What a goof. It was sweet how excited he got around Christmas though. And the early gift he had dropped off… Violet looked over at the tiny Christmas tree, her eyes misting up a bit at the sight. That was truly special. Walking over to her desk, Violet brushed her hands along the delicate pine needles tenderly. It was her first Christmas on her own and already it was better than any she’d had in a long, long time. “Merry Christmas, Violet,” she whispered softly to herself. A bit of Christmas magic had found its way to her after all.

#twdg #fanfic #twdg christmas #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge #twdg violet #twdg louis #louis violet brotp #ericson's diner au

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tagged by @kabeswaters and @fortisfiliae love u both sm <3 <3

1. on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? it fluctuates but right now -1

2. describe yourself in a hashtag? #anxious

3. if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? JAKE MOTHERFUCKING GYLLENHAAL

4. if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? i dont know what that is hah

5. what’s one thing people don’t know about you? i guess some people don’t know i’m type one diabetic??

6. what’s your wake up ritual? uh phone, animal crossing, fruit loops, weed

7. what’s your go to bed ritual? I watch asmr videos cuz im usually high as fuck and they knock me out lol, or i watch tiktok or pillow talk with my bf nick.

8. what’s your favorite time of day? like 9 pm?

9. your go to for having a good laugh? my boyfriend always makes me laugh no matter how angry or upset i am so i’d talk to him uwu

10. dream country to visit? FRANCe specifically Paris oui oui with my french candian bullshit

11. what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? when they announced 5sos was touring with one direction and i had tickets, never screamed so loud in my LIFE

12. heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers duh

13. vintage or new? vintage babey

14. who do you want to write your obituary? ME from the great beyond, the only other person who knows me well enouhg is nick and i love him but he is very stupid.

15. style icon? uh harry styles, devon lee carlson, halsey, bella hadid, tyler the creator some normal people whos style i LOVE from insta are rebeccaramsdale , kehllie , kikalateefff , yourgirlneens , lilxmg !

16. what are three things you cannot live without? phone, insulin, art, music

17. what’s one ingredient you put in everything? probs vanilla or hotsauce, the only two flavours.

18. what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? my dead brother DJ, kurt cobain andddd ryan dunn from jackass what a weird mix.

19. what’s your biggest fear in life? loosing my senses, loosing control, the fear that i am not actually real and ... oh spiders.

20. window or aisle seat? window

21. what’s your current tv obsession? think its gonna be adventure time again

22. favorite app? instagram or discord so i can talk to my friends uwu

23. secret talent? i can speak french and giberish

24. most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? camping i guess?

25. how would you define yourself in three words? anxious, empathetic, creative

26. favorite piece of clothing you own? my vintage star wars shirt

27. a must have clothing item that everyone should have? blank tees, good quality blank tees!!! white black grey mhmhmh

28. a superpower you would want? i’d wanna be spidergirl

29. what’s inspiring you in life right now? nothing at all :(

30. best piece of advice you’ve received? my grade six teacher telling me that i was very empathetic as i was sitting at the back of the class crying because of the movie we were watching, she told me not everyone is empathetic like i am but its okay to be soft. but not to expect that from everyone else.

31. best advice you’d give your teenage self? teenage me was a mess but not messy enough that i’d change anything. i’d just say, things get better but im currently back in the state teenage me was in so...i’d be lying. maybe that wanting to kill yourself does not count as a personality trait - and start reading comics earlier cuz u really like them.

32. a book everyone should read? i read wack books, everyone on tumblr should read fangirl tho

33. what would you like to be remembered for? something i created

34. how do you define beauty? self expression and individuality

35. what do you love most about your body? wait people love their bodies? not everyone was severly damaged by online diet culture and thigh gap era tumblr? weird ok

36. best way to take a rest/decompress? weed or bath or a movie

37. favorite place to view art? there is an art gallery in saskatchewan that i love, i was suposed to go there this summer before corona took over :(((

38. if your life was a song, what would the title be? either something short like “mellow” or fob style like “im so anxiuos all the time and nothing ever feels real and i dont know what im doing but somehow im doing pretty good while feeling prety bad and laughing through my tears lol.” or i’d steal “teen idle” by marina and the diamonds.

39. if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar or piano because im lame at both.

40. if you had a tattoo, where would it be? i want two moths above my knees rn

41 dolphins or koalas? neither

42. what’s an animal that represents you? im more of a pokemon, i think id be jigglypuff

43. best gift you’ve ever received? whenever nick buys me clothes from stussy or maybe infinity on high on vinyl.

44. best gift you’ve given? i bought nick the entire sin city comic series in one giant book.

45. what’s your favorite board game? monopoly

46. what’s your favorite color? yellow

47. least favorite color? that weird pinky purple

48. diamond or pearls? pearls

49. drugstore makeup or designer? colour pop and fenty

50. pilates or yoga? yoga

51. coffee or tea? tea

52. what’s the weirdest word in the english language? pumpernickle is my fav one.

53. dark chocolate or milk chocolate? MILK

54. stairs or elevators? stairs

55. summer or winter? summer, canadian winters are brutal.

56. you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? ur asking someone who has very specific comfort foods so i already do this - cheese bagel toasted with cream cheese and then toasted again to melt cheddar cheese on top. with a diet coke thats very important.

57. a dessert you don’t like? cheesecake

58. a skill you’re working on mastering? im crazy so this is a lot but - writing , drawing and painting, polymer clay, sewing, resin art and pottery.

59. best thing to happen to you today? nothing

60. worst thing to happen to you today? the line at starbucks was too long and i had to get wendys instead, and a few other things i won’t mention.

61. best compliment you’ve ever received? whenever my mom says i remind her of my brother dj, when people say anything nice about my art or writing style. when people ask about my clothes. when my friend jess called me a “known softie” uwu

62. favorite smell? lavender

63. hugs or kisses? hugs

64. if you made a documentary, what would it be about? i’d talk about star wars for hours on end

65. last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? of mice and men made me ball my fucking eyes out

66. lipstick or lipgloss? chapstickk

67. sweet or savory? sweet

68. girl crush? Zendaya

69. how do you know you’re in love? idk ive just always been in love with nick (since i was 15) before i even really knew what love was, i guess if the other person feels like home, you know ur doing something right.

70. a song you can listen to on repeat? nine in the afternoon by p!atd or a match into water by peirce the veil, over my head by fleetwood mac

71. if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? harry styles that mysterious fucker

72. what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? currently not looking forward to anything becase my life is super uncertain right now ha.. maybe the release of the chaos walking movie whenever that decides to happen.

tagging: i assume yall have been tagged in this already but just incase @beskarjedi @woakiees @bluemadcnna @carolinesbookworld @theseuscmander and anyone else who wants to do this consider urself tagged.

#this said im depressed and i love my boyfriend #tag game #question game

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Pt 6

Warnings: Ike being an angsty angst, Adorable fluff, cheesy lines, foreshadowing, aaaaaaaaaaaand cliffhangers :D

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :))

((Please read the author’s note on part one if you’re new here :D))

A HEADS UP!! The first character introduced is not mine... the second one is though...

Chapter One:

Part Six:

The dining room was the loudest room in the house, but it wasn’t because of the noise inside of it. The walls were a nice pearly white, but you could barely see them from the amount of plant life Maria had sprouting all over the room. A large oak table sat in the middle of the room. The table was decorated with a gold table runner, various scented candles, and a centerpiece made of dried flowers. Seven matching dark oak chairs and one highchair surrounded it and, accompanying two of the chairs were Maria and the mystery guest. Maria was dressed nicely in a casual summer dress and high heels. She had her brunette hair tied up in a bun with a Hawaiian hibiscus planted in the middle of it, honoring her Hawaiian heritage. This look was a nice change from her usual rolled up jeans and white button-up tied to her waist.

The man sitting across from her was extremely handsome. From the way his legs were crossed to how he folded his hands together, he held himself in a manner that showed elegance and poise. He wore a black button-up shirt and dress pants that matched the hue. A pick tie was pulled lazily from his neck and the first button of his shirt was undone. His black hair was short with his bangs barely teasing his eyes. His skin was pale, showing that he spent most of his time indoors and his rectangular glasses told me most of that time was spent in front of a computer. His eyes were a beautiful violet and they were gentle as he listened to Maria talk about nothing in particular. From the way he held himself, to the smile he had resting on his face, I knew one thing was certain.

He was hiding something.

The mystery guest looked up at me. His soft smile grew wider as he straightened his posture slightly and removed his glasses. “You must be Ike.” His voice matched the monotone one I had heard earlier. I gave him a slight nod as I walked further into the room. Maria looked back at me and beamed.

“Yes, she is!” She got out of her chair and forced me closer to the man as he stood from his chair politely, “Lucien, this is Ikamara but we call her Ike. Ike, this is Lucien.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, which I took with a nod.

“Likewise.” I said, firmly shaking his hand. Maria smiled widely and bounced in place.

“I’ll let you two get acquainted while I help Bart in the kitchen.” her voice sounded like it had something blocking it. Likely a vat of giggles. I sighed, finally catching on to the reason why Lucien was here. Even though no one stayed long enough to ask for my number, Maria still tried really hard to set me up with a boyfriend. Whether it was some client she met at the pharmacy she worked at or the ticket booth salesman at the theater, it didn’t matter to her. As long as they were cute and wouldn’t mind a tough-skinned partner. They were always way in over their head though. She is sweet to see past my tough exterior, but men don’t have the time for that. Nor do I have the time to let them in. I’m fine with being single. I didn’t need some man coming in and throwing off my life completely. I had things under control and I wished my family would just let it be. They never did though.

As Maria left the room, Lucien smiled at me and offered Maria’s seat. I took it, suppressing an eye roll, and Lucien returned to his chair across from mine, the old chairs slightly squeaking under our weight.

“I’ve heard so much about you in the little time I’ve been here.” Lucien politely started some small talk.

"Oh? Like what?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Well, Sam tells me you two play soccer together after school sometimes.” He paused as if he wanted me to touch on the topic. I didn’t. So he continued, “...and Maria says you’re a great cook, Ashton says you can play the piano very well, Bartholomew bragged nonstop about your work ethic, and Lola would giggle every time we mentioned your name so I could only assume she likes you as well.” Lucien chuckled slightly at his own joke, “Your family must really care about you having so many nice things to tell me about you.”

“Right, and I know exactly one thing about you.”

“And what’s that?” He chuckled, neglecting my rude response.

“Ashton tells me that you are a friend of Bart’s?”

“That’s right.”

“How is it that I have known them for so long and haven’t heard of you.”

“Because Bartholomew and I are only really connected through my father.”

“...and?” I pried.

“My father died when I was a child.” Lucien’s eyes drifted slightly and his once soft smile was now gone, “I didn’t have much reason to keep in contact with him after that.”

I gulped. “... I’m sorry for your loss.” I meekly said, looking away from Lucien and regretting my rude responses. Way to go, Ike. I lectured to myself inside my head, Why are you so insensitive?

Lucien caught onto the awkward silence in the room and spoke sweetly, “Thank you but it is in the past now. There is no need to be sorry.” Lucien brushed a stray hair away from my face as he lifted my chin to face him. He smiled at me reassuringly. I nodded slightly and quickly pulled his hand from my face. Lucien took no offense to this as he leaned back in his chair and continued, “After my father’s death, I didn’t have a way to keep in contact with Bartholomew. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago when I was watching the news and a story about a certain up and coming production company and their new hit show caught my attention. I noticed that the man I grew up with was the same man that owned the company. So, I moved to get in contact with him again. I was able to find his information on their website and got to catch up with him after all these years. I couldn’t visit right away because I was away from Loveland for my studies, but Bartholomew let me know I was welcome to dinner when I came back.” Lucien tilted his head slightly as his gentle smile grew, “Does that clear things up? Are you able to trust me now?”

“Who said I didn’t trust you?”

Lucien gestured to me, “From your slouched back and folded arms, you’re practically screaming it.” I looked down. My arms were folded tightly to my chest and I was sliding down my chair. My feet were slightly pointed to the door as if I were ready to run to it at any minute. Embarrassed, I cleared my throat and straightened myself in the chair as I unfolded my arms. Lucien chuckled as I did so, reveling in the fact that he caught me red-handed. I felt my face burn slightly.

“It’s not that I’m untrusting.” I lied, “I’m just overprotective.”

“I can understand why.” Lucien’s soft smile returned, “With a family like yours, I would be too.”

“And it is your family too!” A cheery voice came walking out of the kitchen. Bart carried a large pot out with him. The pot seemed a lot smaller than it really was as he held it in his large hands and against his even larger body. He wore a red lacy apron that was covered in sauce stains. But even the stains looked delicious. Bart was a phenomenal cook. It was a skill he wouldn’t admit he had but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t let us stop praising him for it. He didn’t cook often but, when he did, you could tell it was for a special occasion. I hoped that occasion was because Lucien was visiting and not because I had sealed a deal with Victor. Just the thought of disappointing Bart ruined my appetite.

Bart had a large smile planted across his face as he looked at the two of us, “The food is nearly done! Evie, be a dear and set the table.” I nodded and stood up.

“Evie?” Lucien asked standing as well.

“Yes! Evie!” Bart chimed as he placed the pot on the table, “We wanted Ike to know that this house would be a different experience from her other foster homes and start a new life with us! Evelyn is her middle name, so we started calling her Evie! It’s like another way of calling her ‘dear’ or ‘sweetheart.’”

“I see…” Lucien seemed to be lost in thought.

“Only they can call me Evie.” I caught on to his train of thought before it spiraled out of control. I turned and looked Lucien dead in the eye, “You try calling me that and I will sew your lips shut.” Lucien tried smiling at me but, after seeing how serious I was, he frowned and nodded.

“Ike it is.” He said just as seriously.

“Isn’t she a hoot!” Bart laughed joyfully, “I’m glad to see you two hitting it off!” I rolled my eyes and disappeared into the kitchen to avoid any more contact with Lucien.

I walked to the cupboard where the plates were stored but stopped when I saw Maria was already holding them, smiling widely at me.

“So?!” She badgered, “What do you think??”

“I think you aren’t getting my hints.” I took the plates from her, but she held her grip. I looked at her with an annoyance dripping from my every pore.

“Come on!” Maria begged, “Give him a chance! Lucien is different! You guys had a conversation and he is still willing to stay for dinner!”

“The night is still young!” I said hopefully as I gave the plates a good tug, taking the plates from her and turned back to the door. Maria took my shoulder.

“Ike.” She spoke softly, “You can’t stay closed off forever.” I loosened my expression for a moment. ...Was I being too hard? Even though I was rude, he was still nice to me and still wanted to stay. Maybe…

I quickly shook my head and moved my shoulder from Maria’s hand. It didn’t matter if he had stayed. He would see how bad I am as a partner and leave me behind just like everyone else did. And I’d be ok with it. We’d do this whole shindig over again with a whole new person and he would leave as well. It always happens.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” Maria’s voice was cheery again as she jogged out of the kitchen. I sighed as I watched her leave. Maybe I should have canceled and stayed home or gone to St. Richards for a drink. I started making plans to sneak out but they were interrupted when I heard someone say my name in the dining room.

“Ike mentioned that you wanted her to have a different experience here then her other foster homes,” Lucien’s voice resembled one of a therapist’s, “If you don’t mind me asking, why is that?” There was a slight pause in the room as Bart thought of what to say. I used this pause to quickly start to move back to the dining room and stop the conversation from continuing.

“Ike had been through plenty of foster homes before ours.” My feet stuck to the ground when I heard Bart’s voice. It was a tone he rarely used. Very serious but with a soft undertone. It was the tone used when he talked to me about how his company was going under. And the tone he used when he first called me Evie.

I stayed by the kitchen door, unable to move, as Bart continued, “Some of which left her with scars, mental and physical, to remind her of them. I mean, when she first came to us, she wouldn’t even speak. We wanted her to know we would give her nothing but love. The kind of love every fifteen-year-old deserved.”

“She was only fifteen…” Lucien’s voice was soft, “What... did they do to her?” I regained feeling in my feet and briskly walked out of the kitchen.

“What kind of silverware do you want, Bart?” I asked uselessly, making the two men jump at my sudden appearance in the dining room. Their conversation ceased at once. I couldn’t have Bart answer him. It wasn’t because I didn’t want him to but because I knew he couldn’t. Bart and Maria were extremely empathetic people. When I explained to them what happened in those homes, they wept like children. They apologized over and over for something they had no control over. They were even afraid to touch me for days after I told them because they were afraid they would hurt me in some way. Whenever the conversation was brought up about my scars after that, they would start getting overly emotional and shut down. I hated seeing them like that. I hated the look they always had on their face. The look of unjustified sympathy.

“Uh, forks!” Bart said, trying and failing to bring back his normal joyful tone, “Can’t have spaghetti without forks!” I nodded and started placing down the plates. A slender hand appeared on top of mine, stopping my actions. I looked up and saw Lucien smiling at me.

“Allow me.” He said moving the stack closer to him, “You can get the utensils.” I tensed. That was an obvious attempt to get rid of me so they would continue their conversation. I wouldn’t let that happen. Before I could decline his offer, a loud laugh came from the dining room doorway.

“Wow, did mom bring home yet another guy for Ikie?”

I looked over and saw my elder foster brother, Christopher, smirking at Lucien and I from the dining room. Chris had been assigned to this foster home the same time as I did. The foster care center thought it would be a better idea to have someone there that was my age to help me out of my shell. He had only stayed a couple of months until his mother got back home from her business trip, and he had to leave. He had created such a strong bond with Maria, Bart, and the kids while he was there so he came to visit almost daily. Despite being assigned to be his foster sister, our relationship wasn’t nearly as strong as his relationships with the others. That was my fault though. I should have worked harder to better the bond between us. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. His love was way better spent on the little kids then on me.

“Chris!!” Sam raced in from the family room and right into Chris’ arms. Chris gladly accepted him and raised him up and into the air.

“Hey buddy!” He laughed, giving him a nudge, “How’s my favorite brother?”

“I heard that!” Ashton called from the living room. Almost everyone in the dining room burst into laughter. I took that moment to slide the plates away from Lucien and finish setting the table. Ashton popped his head in and glared at Sam, “You still have to watch Lola.”

“Danggit.” Sam cursed and jumped from Chris’ arms and ran back into the family room.

“Swear jar, mister!” Maria returned to the dining room and besides Chris.

“Wonder where he learned that one.” Chris playfully glared at me.

“Hey now,” I threw my finger at him, “My mouth is way dirtier than that and you know it.” The room laughed again as Chris approached me. I held out my hand for a handshake but he pulled me into a hug. I sighed and gave him a few awkward pats on the back.

“How was work?” Chris asked cheerfully as he pulled away from me.

“Long.” I sighed as flashbacks of that day’s events came to mind, “How was yours?”

Chris worked at a kid's TV show company with his best friend from college. They were both history majors who wanted to do more to interest people in the history of Loveland. So they started working on their own TV show shortly after Bart and I started making ours. His show was dedicated to the history of Loveland and the events that led to the happenings of today. The show was animated to lure the attention of kids but still had an alluring story to capture the interest of adults as well. Their show was slow to take off but I really saw some potential with it. I thought it was a really good way to get people to teach people the events of the past as to not recreate them, and I wanted Chris to know that I supported him. In fact, I was one of the first to invest in their company. Though I had to pay him anonymously. He would have never accepted my money if I had offered it outright to him. He was too modest for that. Or too prideful. Either way, he wasn’t going to take my money so I made it an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Same.” Chris sighed, “It’s hard to find someone who would be willing to fund such a small and underappreciated show. And before you offer,” Chris held a hand up to my mouth, which I had opened in protest, “I don’t need your money. I want to work for it.” I sighed and nodded, suppressing a smile.

“What, Sam and Ike get a hug and I don’t?!” Bart pulled Chris into a big hug, one Chris was happy to return. “Welcome home son!”

“Thanks, Pops!” Chris grunted from inside Bart’s tight grip. Bart dropped him and pushed him over to Lucien. “I would like to introduce one of my good friends, Lucien!” Chris put out his hand and Lucien accepted it.

“Hi! I’m Chris.” He said enthusiastically, shaking his hand.

“Lucien.” Lucien was a very patient man. Or very good at hiding his emotions. Either way it was commendable, “I’ve heard a lot about you. Your father is very proud of what you have accomplished in your show.” Chris looked taken aback. He chuckled nervously as his ears reddened. I arched my eyebrow. Lucien seemed to know how to make anyone flustered. I looked up at him and saw he was already looking at me. I tensed and quickly avoided his eyes. He wasn’t going to get me blushing next! I wouldn’t let him!… danggit.

“Your face is red, Ike.” Lucien asked, pulling my attention back to him, “Are you feeling well?” He raised a hand and held the back of it to my face. His hand cooled my burning cheeks. I quickly stepped away from him.

“I’m fine.” I quickly said, straightening my flannel, “It’s just hot in here.” Lucien was quick to respond.

“I believe the fault of that falls entirely on you.”

Everyone’s mouths dropped as they turned to look at me. The flames on my cheeks intensified. Lucien’s stare was calm as he relished in the moment. This man…

I quickly regained my composure as I cleared my throat. “Well then I’ll leave to make things a little more comfortable for you guys.” I pushed past the crowd of testosterone to get to the kitchen, despite their playful pleads for me to stay. I walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter. If Lucien thinks he can just get away with something like that-

“I’m sorry Lulu.” Chris’s voice carried from the dining room, “Ikie has been that way for years. I’m afraid nothing has changed.” My hands tightened on the counter. There they go again. Apologizing for something I did. For something I wasn’t sorry about. Like what I felt was useless as long as their image came first. I was twenty-three years old. I wasn’t some child they could cover for. They had done this for years. I knew there was no chance they would stop.

“Don’t worry.” Lucien laughed, “It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me away. Trust me.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. If that’s what Lucien thinks then that night was going to be a long night.

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myheadisinvaded · 5 years

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On With The Show… chapter 1/heaven (part1)

Word count- 1,581

Warnings- sexual talk (?), mention of drugs, idk what else to list

A/N- feedback is appreciated, thanks for giving me a chance (if you read it) There will be multiple parts, this is kind of presenting everything.

This will be a romantic Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Oc, there will be some Mick Mars x Oc as a best friend/mentor

Present

His glossy blue eyes reflect the raindrops rolling down the window, the clouds are grey and they seem to be crying with him. The guilt and regret is building up inside his body, feelings he never wanted to feel again are starting to come back. Now they seem to be against himself, he never wanted to cause someone he loved the same pain his mother caused him.

Past

Blair is the dream daughter, in college, studying every night, doesn’t really party, doesn’t date around. She’ll drink every once in a while but she’s never done drugs, smoked, she’s a good kid. Her single mom has always greatly appreciated her daughter. Blair indulges in her music, hard rock, glam rock, punk, anything heavy, full of guitars and drums she’s there for it. She plays some music herself, she’s learning guitar, piano and her voice has always been something she’s proud of. The genres she loves don’t match her at all which always creates interest in her. The innocent child like vibe she gives off is charming and has kind of made her the sweetheart. She’s not by any means the most popular but anyone she meets, likes her.

October 1983, she has just turned 21

Her arms are up, her hands in devil horns, she is feeling happy and full of excitement and energy. Motley Crue is her favorite band and she was able to come see them, finally! She made sure to put on her cutest black dress with her best black heels, her hair in her natural loose curls and light make up. Not the most rock of outfits but she feels pretty and that’s what matters. She hopes to catch his attention, after all she had heard it wasn’t too hard, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew there was no way it would actually happen. She decides to just enjoy the music, front row, and not worry about it. Her eyes focus on Nikki first, he seems focused on the music and having fun on stage. She moves them over to Vince and then to Mick, and finally to Tommy. Watching them rock out and feel the music was amazing, she had always hoped that one day she would be able to do that but she doesn’t feel any where near talented enough, her eyes go back to Mick. The way he plays the guitar, its mesmerizing. The smile on her face becomes bigger and her eyes lock with Mick’s. He smiles and keeps on playing, sending her a small wink before moving around the stage with Vince and Nikki. Her eyes move back to focus on Nikki, the adrenaline coursing its way through her body from being noticed by Mick, or at least she hopes she was. The songs are all equally as fun and energy filled, Shout at the Devil, Live Wire, Take Me To The Top,Looks That Kill, Helter Skelter, etc.

The concert comes to an end, the crowd screams for more but to no avail, the energy is still high and everyone is buzzing. Girls are flooding to the backstage area, she follows the crowd, partying with Motley Crue would be a dream come true but right now she wants to at least meet them. Blair is able to get past to the backstage area, not a hard task at all, she sees everyone heading towards the back but when she glances to her left there is a hallway leading to the dressing rooms, the hallway also contains something that makes her heart flip, their guitars and basses. The ones they used tonight are roughly hung on there and she can’t help but walk in that direction instead. She immediately spots the black guitar, scraped all over and Mars in white on it. Her eyes dart around, she isn’t going to steal it but she also assumes no one would want her to play it either, who cares, it's quiet and no one seems to be here, they are all probably partying anyways. Her heels click against the tile, her black baby doll velvet dress flows around as she tries to tip toe.

When she has the guitar in front of her she gingerly picks it up and holds it in front of her eyes for a minute, the strap is still warm and sweaty. With shaking hands she puts in on, adjusting it a little, since she is shorter and her arms are short as well. She starts playing something quietly, it sounds a little weird, given that its an electric guitar and its not plugged in but its still super cool that she’s playing with Motley Crue’s guitar. Blair begins to get a little carried away, jumping around and pretending to be giving a whole show, whisper singing Live Wire. Eyes closed, head thrown back, rocker face on, she doesn’t realize when Mick appears in front of her, arms crossed, unamused eyes, and eyebrow raised. She does a little kick and jump and finally opens her eyes. Her body freezes when she sees him, he holds her stare, trying not to smirk. “I-i-i’m so sorry” she manages to stutter out. He huffs “Fucking teenagers... “ as he shakes his head but he recognizes her from the front row, her soft features and school girl look stands out.. Her arms start shaking again and when he notices that, he feels a little bad, “Give it here kid, you're holding it wrong”. Taking the guitar off of her she shakily hands it back to him and he gives her a half smile. He makes sure shes watching as he puts it on, readjusting the strap “Damn, you’re short” and places his hands on it, “If you want to be able to rock out comfortably you have to learn how to hold it, you had it on too tight too, i know you have short arms but loosen it up a little and you can slide it around” he looks at her face, she's watching him intently. He spends the next 5 minutes showing her different tips and tricks.

“So… we’ve been here for a minute and you haven’t said a word, I normally don’t like to be the only one talking, much less talking this much” he chuckles lightly “Tell me, what’s your name?” She smiles, finally having calmed down after the initial shock of having one of her idols teaching her. “Blair Storm” she states proudly. Mick raises his eyebrow once again “Stage name?” he questions. She shakes her head, “Pretty cool, huh?” she's still smiling. He gives her a grimace and nods “yeah, sure kid” He looks around and sighs ‘Hey, how about we go sit in my dressing room, we can keep talking there.” his back was beginning to hurt so he was glad when she quickly agreed and he let her in through the door that was right beside the instrument rack. Once they're both inside he motions for her to take a seat on the couch in his dressing room, he sits beside her and looks at her, his regular unamused expression on his face, he can’t help but let a small smile crack through when he sees the excitement in her eyes, the sweetest smile on her face. “Why aren’t you out there partying?” he asks curiously “Well that was my plan but then i saw your guitar and just came in this direction” she shrugs her shoulders and he just nods slowly, reaching over to the table and getting some Jack Daniel’s “drink?” he asks, she nods so he pours her some over some ice and hands to her. Little does he know that she’s never had whiskey before and her heart begins pounding.

He just takes a swig from the bottle and watches her slowly take a drink, her cheeks become bright red and she begins coughing. Her throat is burning and she screams “Oh my god!!!” Mick tries to not laugh but he can’t help it, he does stand up from the couch and goes over to her “Just breathe, its ok” he rubs her back as she gasps. Embarrassment fills her small body up.

Nikki and Tommy had been making their way down the hall, coming to get Mick and see if he wanted to come drink with them when they hear the screaming, assuming he’s got a girl in there they start laughing and acting like silly teenage boys. “Duuuuude he’s finally getting some!” Tommy jumps in excitement as they make their way to the room. When they get closer it’s quiet and Nikki wiggles his eyebrows, his hand on the doorknob, ready to bust in and catch their friend in action.

Mick had given her water and she had calmed down, not only was it her first time drinking whiskey but she had also been so nervous that it went down the wrong way. Mick was laughing at her as she slowly started laughing as well, her cheeks were flushed pink. “Damn, kid, it sounding like I had given you straight up rubbing alcohol!” As they are both laughing it off the door slams open, making Blair jump and almost spill the whiskey she had been able to start sipping on. Tommy sees Mick and some hot chick sitting like 3 feet apart on the couch and sighs, making a frowny face “aww man! Did we miss it?” Nikki looks at Mick and then at the girl, she's way too pretty to be a groupie and not drunk enough. “Miss what, drummer?” Mick asks with his monotone voice and a frown on his face. “You getting some pussy man!” Nikki laughs, his eyes focused on the girl. Mick shakes his head and before he can say anything Tommy does a facepalm ‘We interrupted it right before it happened didn’t we?” Mick sighs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head. Nikki looks at him “You mean to tell me that you’re just sitting here boring this girl to death?” Blair lets a small laugh out and finally speaks “Um actually we were just hanging out and he was teaching me things about guitar” Nikki rolls his eyes and confirms “So boring you to death. Why don’t you come party? We’ll go have some fun” he says, a devious smile on his face. Her face immediately goes back to a deep pink shade but she stays quiet, she looks over at Mick and her gives her a nod.

“I’ll go party” Blair stands up, fixing her short dress. “We’ll finish later, kid” Mick says as he lays down, arms crossed over his chest, sunglasses on. “Bring me more booze” he demands. “Oh here, i’ll leave this bottle with you” Tommy sets it down on the table beside Mick. Nikki smirks and takes Blair by the hand and leads her out of the dressing room. Tommy follows behind them and runs past them, yelling loudly “Wooooooohhh” Nikki laughs and starts walking faster. “Wanna do some blow?” he asks as he pushes the door open, a brand new world before her eyes.

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ventrue-rosary · 5 years

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A Flower of A Different Colour - Pt 2

Rewrite of part 2 of the tattoo artist/florist AU for Kevir and Autumn. Part 1 can be found here

Kevir belongs to @theravensprince

Autumn welcomes the sound of her alarm rousing her the next morning. She rolls and stretches with a smile, jabbing the off button and rising for the day with a light heart.

As she roots through her closet, her phone vibrates on the nightstand. Peering at the screen, she sees it’s her mother.

‘Hello?’

‘Morning, Autumn darling! You having just woken up, have you?’

‘N-no, of course not. What’s up?’

‘Well, today is your day off, right? You’re not doing anything are you?’

‘Actually–’

‘Great! It’s been a while since we had a daughter-mother day. And there is someone I want you to meet. See you at the usual place, in an hour?’

The phone clicks as she hangs up without waiting for a response. Autumn sighs as she texts Kevir.

Sorry, something just came up. Rain check? xo

A second passes before his response chimes. Everything ok?

Everything’s fine. My mama just kidnapped me for coffee -__-;

Need a hero? ;)

Autumn chuckles to herself. She almost, very almost, types out yes.

No, its fine. We’ll meet another day if that’s ok? xx

Of course it is. Have fun! x

Autumn prepares herself physically and mentally for the day ahead with her mother. Gods know she loves her but sometimes she could be a bit…overbearing.

One hour later she arrives at The Golden Griffon, a palatial hotel complete with a Michelin star tea room too rich for her blood, but Autumn knows she isn’t going to be paying.

A handsome elven concierge greets her at the door.

‘Miss Darcelle? Follow me, your mother is waiting.’

He leads her into the gilded dining room–marble floors and walls, large stone pillars rising proudly to the high ceiling dripping crystal chandeliers. The gentle trilling of a slow, sensual piano song delicately swells above the din of numerous conversations. In the very centre of the room, a large fountain boasts a golden griffon spouting water from its’ beak.

Autumn is led through all the grandeur, feeling a slight bit under dressed in a mint mini-skirt, white blouse and baby-blue cardigan. Behind a screen, on their own private table sits her mother, resplendent in all black, laughing at something the handsome drow sitting opposite her said.

‘Oh, Autumn!’

Both of them stand, Amaranthe pulling her in for a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. Her eyes travel to the drow standing on ceremony, watching the two women embrace with a gentle smile. He is peculiarly dressed in a brimmed hat and an eye-patch covering his left eye.

Her mother pulls away from the embrace, beaming with brightness that would make the sun envious.

‘Autumn, my little leaf, this is Marchion, a new designer I’ll be working with. Marchion, my daughter Autumn.’

‘Charmed.’ He presses a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Autumn shifts her weight from one foot to the other, feeling awkward. ‘Such beauty. Inherited from her mother, obviously.’

Amaranthe laughs. ‘Please, don’t embarrass my daughter, Marchion.’

‘I would dream of nothing of the sort.’ He gestures for Autumn to take a seat at the small intimate table between the two of them. Only after the two women are seated does Marchion. A gentleman, it would seem.

‘Your mother was telling me you own your own shop?’

Autumn blinks realising she is staring at him. ‘Hm? Oh, yes! It’s um, just a flower shop, on the outskirts of town. Its no big deal.’ Autumn suddenly feels very self-conscious about her tiny little business only just scraping by.

‘Oh, contraire. To be your own boss at such a young age…you must be a talented, intelligent young woman. I shall have to visit one day.’

Autumn drops her gaze from his dark eyes to her lap.

‘Where are my manners, we still haven’t offered you any refreshments.’ Marchion waves down a waiter. ‘These ladies are thirsty and hungry.’

‘I’ll have a refill.’ Amaranthe drains the last if her dregs. ‘And bring us the Midsummer platter, if you would be so kind?’

‘Caramel mocha,’ Autumn murmurs shyly.

The waiter bows and takes his leave.

‘Marchion owns his own business as well, you know? He is a very talented fashion designer.’

‘Oh you flatter me, Amara. It’s the model’s that make my work so spectacular. Like you, for example. My Skin-Deep line looks breathtaking on you.’

‘Now who’s the flatterer?’

Both of them laugh. Autumn squints at the giggling pair. Are they…flirting? The ringing of a phone cuts through their shared laughter.

‘Please, excuse me ladies, I must take this.’ He quickly slips away from the table, answering the call as he does.

Amaranthe beams at Autumn once they are alone. ‘Isn’t he wonderful?’ she whispers in infernal

‘Umm, I suppose?’ Autumn responds in kind

‘Successful, kind, charming, not to mention sexy.’

‘Mother!’

‘What? I’m not wrong.’

‘But what about daddy?’

‘Of course I find your father sexier–’

‘Can we please talk about something else?’

‘Very well. What do you think about him?’

‘Mama…are you trying to set me up?’

‘And what if I am? He’d make a good match.’

‘I barely know him! And just how old is he?’

‘Well you can always get to know him.’

‘Mama. How old is he?’

She hesitates, fidgeting in her seat. ‘245.’

‘Mama!’

‘Age is….subjective between full-blooded elves and short-lived species.’

‘I’m 19, mama. It’s just…weird.’

‘He’s still considered young by elf standards.’

‘I don’t want to be set up with Marchion.’

‘Why not?’

‘Well, because...because--’

‘Sorry about that!’ Marchion returns. The two whispering women lean back into their chairs.

Amaranthe smiles. ‘All is well, I hope?’

‘Duty calls, to my greatest regret. I must return to work. But please.’ He places down money. A lot of it. Surely too much for afternoon tea. ‘It’s on me, an apology for cutting our meeting so short. We must meet again soon.’

‘Dinner at my apartment this weekend? Autumn will be there too of course, won’t you?’ The look her mama gives her means she has no say in the matter.

‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world,’ she says, fighting hard to hold back sarcasm. Not that her mother misses it, judging by the arching of her eyebrow.

‘Then neither shall I. See you in a few days.’

‘I look forward to it,’ Amaranthe beams.

Then it is just the two of them. Autumn deflates in her chair. The platter of luxury mini sandwiches and cakes are placed on the table, but Autumn no longer has an appetite. She considers confessing to her mother about Kevir. Anxiety wrangles her tongues.

‘Dinner? Really? You would think we were already a couple,’ Autumn murmurs as Amaranthe picks up a white chocolate and raspberry eclair.

‘I do think you should give him the chance, little leaf. He’s an extraordinarily gentle and charming man.’

‘Relationships need more than charisma and gentleness.’

‘My, when did you get so wise?’

‘When I decided to be completely independent of you.’ She crosses her arms over her chest.

Amaranthe sighs, placing down the half-eaten pastry down on her plate. ‘And I am infinitely proud of that, and what you accomplished.’

‘So why do you feel the need to butt into my life now?’

‘Autumn, honestly! What has gotten into you?’

Autumn lurches to her feet. ‘Whats gotten into you? Parading me in front of a man who is old enough to be my father, yes even taking into account elven years! Taking away all of my autonomy on this situation, forcing me to attend dinner even though I can’t afford to miss a days work right now! You may think you’re helping me mother, but really, you are not.’

A tense silence follows, interrupted only by the flowing music and conversations around the, though a few adjacent tables have stopped and stared at them.

‘Really Autumn, if you needed money you only had to ask.’

She storms out without a further word, not stopping as her mother calls out to her. She doesn’t know if she chases her, but Autumn still runs for the bus pulling up. She could have maybe fixed the whole situation if she just came clean about Kevir, but she feels stupidly anxious confessing to her mother she has a...boyfriend? Are they official enough for her to use such terms?

Autumn sighs, leaning back in her seat with a defeated sigh. Part of her regrets her volatile words in response to her mother even if they were words that needed to be said. She wouldn’t risk embarrassment by bringing it up in front of Marchion, but Autumn would hear about it before long.

She checks her phone. Two days until the weekend. She supposes it is time to go shopping for an apology present...and maybe some more clothes.

#Autumn Darcelle #Amaranthe Darcelle #Kevir Pride #my OCs #frens OCs #my writing

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la-vita-in-arancione · 5 years

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Killer Queen: Chapter 7 - Bohemian Rhapsody

Summary: Arabella Ruth White is the fifth member of the Marauders. And life at Hogwarts certainly isn’t easy. Especially when you have alcohol, relationships, unhealthy music obsessions, a fake stage persona, weird ass friends with weird ass problems and actual school all thrown into the equation. (This story is also on Wattpad and AO3 of the same name. I will always update on Wattpad first.)

A/N: Sorry I didn’t post last week even though I said I would. Half term ended up being busier than planned. We are now up to date with the Watttpad version of this story so that’s something! Enjoy!

Warning(s): swearing, mention of babies because that might be triggering for some people

Word Count: 2.6k+

Taglist: @missqueeniewrites

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I don't often receive owl mail. I just don't. No idea why. My darling bastards of siblings can never be bothered to write to me, claiming that if they send me loads of letters then we'll have nothing to talk about when I get home. Which is fair enough. Even if it does seem a bit rude. But oh well. What are you going to do?

The only good thing about it, however, was that when I did get owl mail, it was always about something important. Some of my favourite letters have been from Rhea telling me that she never intended to speak to Luke ever again, only for her to reverse this statement only one day later; one from Mum telling me that the lady who owned the chippy on the pier had had a baby; and one from Luke telling me that said baby had shat on the carpet of his bedroom and that he now had to share with Rhea.

So, going by this logic, every letter I will ever get while at Hogwarts is guaranteed to be either important, amusing or both. This means it's worth my time. I reminded myself of this when I acquired my first letter of the year on a misty Friday morning which just so happened to be Halloween. As it was a Friday, I was naturally exhausted after the long week we had had (our OWLs must have been catching up with me). This was why I felt the need to remind myself that I absolutely had to read this letter. It could remodel my entire life my life for all I knew. The untidy bordering on illegible handwriting on the envelope clearly told me it was from Mum. I ripped it open and not one but two things were inside: a short letter from Mum and a small parcel which was the unmistakable size and shape of a single vinyl record.

Hello Ruth,

I actually apparated to just outside the school gates to owl this to you as it couldn't wait any longer. This morning Queen released a new single and you'll find it enclosed in the envelope. It's called Bohemian Rhapsody and the B-side is called I'm In Love With My Car. God knows what inspires them to make these songs. Steve from the record shop down the road says both songs are superb and that you'll like them if not love them. No news as to when the album is coming yet.

I hope everything's been going alright at school. How is the "project" going? Please tell me you've started by now, it's not fair on Remus to keep him waiting for this long. Sorry for not owling you sooner but to be honest, nothing much has happened in the two months you've been gone. The only thing really worth noting is that someone tried to shoplift some things from the shop so I threw a bucket and spade at them. They haven't come back since.

Luke and Rhea send their love of course, not that they would ever admit it in the presence of the other. Trixie from next door also asked me to check up on you as she hadn't seen you much all summer. I can't wait for Christmas so you can come back, thankfully it's only less than a couple of months. I'm slowly losing my mind without anyone else here to have an intelligent conversation with.

Love you lots,

Mum xxx

Fuck yes, Mum.

She is an actual savage and I love that so much. Only she would get away with throwing kids toys at thieves. Sounds like he deserved it though. What kind of crackhead would assume they could steal from my mum and get away with it. I made a promise to myself to reply to her after lessons had ended for the day.

But on a more important note. Queen released a new single.

Two new songs.

Holy shitting fuckity fuck on a crumpet.

FINALLY NEW MATERIAL.

AFTER A FUCKING YEAR.

YES.

The gods must have been smiling at me that day for this was a glory that not even Clotho could have foreseen. I unwrapped the record, more carefully this time as to not scratch it, and, true to Steve's word, there was the vinyl: Bohemian Rhapsody. Whatever the fuck that meant. Sounded pretty epic though.

"Are you OK Ruth?" Remus asked, mock concern lacing his voice. He'd given up on trying to teach us how to stay alive years ago, now he merely observed and occasionally saved our lives. Honestly, bless that boy. However, it wasn't until he had asked this question that I realised this wasn't the first time the boys had tried to get my attention since I received the letter.

"I'm fan-fucking-tastic, darling. Never been better," I grinned.

"Now here's the thing, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not," Peter chuckled, causing me to lightly whack him around the back of the head.

"No, you bloody wanker, I am genuinely joyful."

"Well that's new," Sirius muttered, earning him also a small smack. I would never properly hit any of my friends unless they had absolutely betrayed me. Which was unlikely.

"What's so good about this letter then?" James asked earnestly, just a tad confused.

I smirked at him, "If you come and bunk this lesson with me then you'll find out."

So that's how the boys and I ended up in the Room of Requirement, listening to Queen's latest song, instead of being in Divination.

At some point during my first year, I found out about the Room of Requirement when I overheard a conversation between some 7th years. Upon discovering this, I promptly went to the room's location, wishing for a space for music. A bit vague, I must admit, but at the time, I had merely been searching for a place to keep my record player and vinyls. The room itself was not as plain as I first visualized. Many wooden, modest-sized crates and boxes filled to the brim with my records were scattered around - more of an organised mess than you might expect. Each crate was dedicated to a certain artist who I loved: Queen, Elton John, David Bowie, The Beatles, etc. My scarlet, black and gold record player sat proudly on top of a dark oak cupboard that existed for purely decorative purposes. A grand piano stood on the other side of the spacious room next to a throne of sorts that I felt was necessary to have. A crimson, old-fashioned sofa was positioned at the back of the room with an identical ivory one opposite it. Fairy lights were tangled in just about everything in the room, adding to the general aesthetic rather than any form of assistance. If anything, it was more of a nuisance but I would never sacrifice the atmosphere it presented.

The boys plonked themselves on the leather sofas as I crouched down, carefully placed the record on the turntable and adjusted the speed from the usual 33 RPM to the 45 setting. I put the needle on the rim of the record and sat cross-legged on the floor next to the speakers. I loved to have them right next to my ears whenever I listened to a record for the first time. Especially when it came to Queen – it didn't escape my attention that the sound often went from one speaker to the other. I closed my eyes softly when I heard the familiar crackle that always made me grin like an idiot. There was something about focusing on just my hearing and giving my other senses break. That was how music was supposed to be – for your ears.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

The strong harmonies rang throughout the room, almost echoing.

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

The piano started to creep in, gradually getting louder as the song progressed.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Freddie's effortlessly recognisable voice sung alone for a moment, only for the harmonies to make a comeback.

Because I'm easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

The lyrics filled both of my ears, left then right. It was so stereotypically Queen; it was like their seal, their stamp, their trademark that said 'Yeah, we did that'.

Anyway, the wind blows

Doesn't really matter to me, to me

The repetitive notes of the piano and John's wonderful bass sound played alone for a couple of bars.

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Somewhat taken aback by the dark turn the lyrics had taken, I felt goosebumps up and down my arms as a reaction to the melancholic feel of the song.

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

The song as a whole rose to a crescendo. I could hear the emotion and passion in Freddie's voice – it was almost ethereal.

Mama, ooh, ooh

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

The volume suddenly decreased. Roger's drumming became more prominent in this verse.

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

The lyrics got darker if that was even possible. The clear, sharp sound of Brian's guitar solo filled every inch of the room. After about half a minute of glorious guitar, all of the instruments were cut short by quiet, staccato piano chords.

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the fandango

I wasn't exactly expecting a full-on choir that was truly just Freddie, Roger and Brian's voices on top of each other, over and over again. I dreaded to imagine how long that must have taken to record.

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me

Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo,

Galileo Figaro magnifico

The 'Galileo's made me giggle: how the fuck could Roger sing higher than me? I understand that I'm an alto but he's a bloke!

But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go will you let me go

Bismillah, no we will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah, we will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah, we will not let you go, let me go

A tiny smile crept its way onto my face at hearing 'Bismillah'. It was a word that I had heard Dorcas say on numerous occasions.

Will not let you go, let me go (never)

Never let you go, let me go

Never let me go, ooh

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me, for me

Roger's ridiculously high voice filled my ears once again, even higher-pitched this time around. Louder, more rock-orientated music blasted out of the speakers of the record player. I couldn't help but bang my head along to it. It was like being hypnotised; you couldn't control your movements.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

The song quietened down again, not unlike how it had been at the beginning.

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah nothing really matters

Anyone can see nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway, the wind blows

The last line was barely audible but fortunately, I could make out Freddie's voice from my spot next to the speakers. When I finally opened my eyes again, I could see the boys had been straining to hear it. A gong sounded throughout the room, marking the end of the song.

I glanced at the boys, wanting to observe their reactions to the near enough six-minute masterpiece we had just had the privilege of hearing.

"That was definitely worth missing Divination for," Remus chuckled and honestly, that was the best I could have ever hoped for. We spent the next 20 minutes gushing about the song and listening to it again about 2 or 3 times. Only after this did we realise that we hadn't yet listened to the B-side: I'm In Love With My Car. Unsurprisingly, it was written and sung by Roger and was indeed about him being in love with his car. Not quite sure what I was expecting if I'm honest. It turned out to actually be a brilliant song and the boys and I had a blast rocking out to it.

Suddenly I had an epiphany. That absolutely, completely, positively could not wait a moment longer.

So naturally, I had to tell the boys.

"Guys, guys, guys!" I exclaimed, everyone turning their heads to stare at me like they were a clan of meerkats, "Remember our Halloween prank tonight at dinner? Change of plan."

**********

The rest of the day was a fairly normal affair. I could hardly concentrate because my mind was buzzing with thoughts about Queen and our prank tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary then.

By the time dinner came around, the excitement was radiating off us in waves. Somehow, this was the first prank we had done all year, which was certainly saying something. Just as Dumbledore stood up from his seat to give one if his famed speeches, I tapped on the table to signify the start of the prank. Peter took his cue and murmured a charm, making all of the candles suddenly blow out and plunging the Great Hall into darkness. Hushed whispers from confused students were suddenly silenced by the sound of a microphone whistling. This meant Remus had executed his part of the plan, now it was time for James's. Being the best at Transfiguration out of all of us, his job was to transform the metal torches at the tops of the walls into various different instruments - guitars, basses, drums, pianos, gongs, wind chimes, etc. Now for my part. I charmed all of the floating pumpkins in the hall so they would sing. Which song you ask? Bohemian Rhapsody, of course, my dears. I smiled when the familiar voices of Queen echoed all around the Great Hall. Once the acapella part of the song was over, Sirius charmed the newly made instruments so they would play their respective parts when needed. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing: even in the darkness, I could make out some facial expressions that could only be described as a mixture of confusion, annoyance, glee and defeat.

The song seemed to be over before it had even begun, which was a shame. Everyone applauded as we reversed the spells and Dumbledore actually congratulated us in his speech! McGonagall, however, reprimanded us and gave us detentions for disrupting the dinner or some bullshit like that. I personally believed she secretly loved the prank. Maybe the eye roll suggested this as she trooped back to the teacher's table. Or maybe I had imagined it.

Who even knows any more?

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z-t-r: Phantom 2018

Phinally! (sorry - but I spiced it up with some stage photos this time, creds to eternalyjun/searching the tags)

I had the absolute supreme pleasure of seeing Snow Troupe’s Phantom twice during my trip to Japan in November. I had arrived with a ticket for an opening day s-seki seat in Takarazuka, but during my travels a wonderful fan club was able to provide me a b-seki seat the following morning, and holy smokes am I glad I saw it twice. I don’t know why I thought I could handle an s-seki seat - the sheer force that is Nozomi Fuuto is completely overwhelming that close up - but it was nice to not have to use my opera glasses!

For all that Thunderbolt Fantasy/Killer Rouge was my favorite show I’ve seen live, Phantom was the best I’ve seen in Japan. In terms of technical execution and emotional power this show takes the cake. While I was a bit surprised they would have Phantom near Elisabeth as they can be seen as tonally similar from a distance, I see now why they were not concerned.

Quick spoiler-free plot summary: Christine Daaé (Maaya Kiho) is an aspiring opera singer out on the streets of Paris selling her new hit single ‘Melodie de Paris’ when she is discovered by Philippe (cast A - Ayanagi Shou) who tells her to go to the Paris Opera House to meet the general manager Gérard (Ayakaze Sakina). When she arrives she finds that he has been ousted by Alain (Asami Jun), though circumstances allow for her to stay and meet the new prima donna/Alain’s wife Carlotta (Maisaki Rin). Carlotta allows her to stay, where the Phantom (Nozomi Fuuto) hears her beautiful voice. He hides part of his face behind a mask (and has a Black Angel-esque cohort) because of Tragic Reasons but still becomes her singing teacher, and she eventually gets the starring role in the upcoming production of “The Fairy Queen”. Due to Shady Circumstances something happens to her voice and The Phantom is Not Pleased. All hell breaks loose, and yes, a chandelier falls in a really neat way. There’s a whole lot of drama, and then a startlingly peppy finale as with all two-act zuka shows.

As with my other reviews this will be a total scattershot of notes and impressions. Spoilers will be indicated with a “[s]”. However as this is a show that’s been performed many times, feel free to ask me more detailed questions if they’re not answered here! And yes, you’ll want to buy the DVD/Blu-Ray. If not I might finally figure out streaming and show it.

[s] Right off the bat: in comparison to the 2004 version, Daimon (Nozomi) does not kill the gentleman (Joseph - thanks @daimongumi!) in the beginning. He instead does the tasteful tumble. The moment the set rolls out you see that there is not space for him to stumble down a set of stairs and be stabbed. The Phantom is instead shocked and horrified.

- The start of the show has an elaborate video projection during the overture (including the show curtain shown above). It does a nice job of establishing the extensive catacomb system under the Paris Opera House. I do wonder though if it was used to shorten what I call the “visual overture”, where the Top Star does a dance or some sort of interpretive performance to music at the top of a show as otherwise the plot does not require them on stage for quite some time. While Daimon is a triple threat I’d definitely put dance at #3 - and frankly I’m all for shortening the extensive moody Phantom & co. dances if it allowed her to conserve lung power for the real focus - her kick ass voice! A bit more on this later.

The Phantom pushes away the haters (I’m all three musumeyaku)

- There were amazing / borderline excessive projections whenever the Phantom was onstage, and I guarantee they will not show up well on the recording. I can only hope they do not wash out costuming and lighting. I feel like they were supposed to be tendrils of darkness, though as they were projected light it looked instead a bit like vines. When Daimon was wearing the sage green lounge wear later it was especially noticeable. Again the image doesn’t do it justice (but can we appreciate this shocking apple green color?)

Another set of Incredibly Insightful and Deep Notes directly from my intermission scribbles:

- “Carlotta is hilarious”

- “Maaya Kiho is perfect”

- “Nozomi Fuuto is perfect”

- “tiny organ”

- “hella candles”

and lastly,

- “shady swag Willy Wonka”

which works better with a crossing the silver bridge gif but for now:

Anyway back to more fleshed out thoughts:

- To the clown and the jester in the far back of the stage during Melodie de Paris: thank you.

- More specifically, there are about five “rows” of Parisians on stage during Maaya Kiho’s introduction, and there was one performer in the far back right dressed like a jester. They started out juggling. Kind of. There was another civilian with them pretending to be entertained. They juggled for about five tosses, then headed offstage. “Ok,” I thought, “let’s see what else is happening.” I looked to the far left and there was a terrifying old-school clown clowning around. I was impressed with the costume and the commitment but quickly looked back to the right. The jester had returned. With a pillow. And was spinning it like a basketball. Just like a regular couch pillow with tassels. Spinning it on her finger until it started to wobble, then she’d reset and try again. It was riveting.

I have so many questions. Did jesters do this? Are you supposed to be juggling the whole scene? Why did you exit the stage and not just bring the pillow with you at the start? Did this change every night? Whose pillow is this? Are they ok with you spinning it like that? Where did this come from?? How -

(By then the scene was ending, and thank goodness I knew the plot otherwise I would have been completely lost. Also thank goodness for seeing the show twice, as Maaya’s voice is a golden treasure and if I had been too distracted to listen to it I would have been quite upset with myself.)

- Asami Jun as the new, slightly skeevy general manager of the Opera House is a joy. I had so much fun watching her be so into Carlotta, shooing people away or making a path for her wherever she went. He showers her with compliments and is utterly distraught when he misspeaks. I can’t imagine what Ayanagi’s interpretation would be like, as she was so fantastically sincere as Philippe, but I’m glad they will have a chance to stretch themselves as actors, since there’s really only one solo song between the two roles if I am remembering correctly.

- There were two musumeyaku Phantom followers and it was nice way to break up the choreography. While I am still not 100% convinced that the followers as a whole are incorporated effectively (I would like to see more interaction between the Phantom and his followers outside of setting them up to make mischief), they executed some interesting choreo well.

- One thing that really struck me throughout this production is how well Takarazuka as a whole is able to create worlds on their stage, through the simplicity / complexity of having a ton of background people onstage telling silent side stories. Sometimes sheer volume works, as with large city scenes (here Paris, also Guys & Dolls’ New York City), but also in any number of smaller cafe or club scenes. While painstaking measures are taken to ensure it does not interfere with the Top Star or Top Musumeyaku, it is still motion on stage that can draw the eye away (*ahem* jester). I would like to highlight my second favorite set of background characters, the prop guys in “Home”, as an example of how tricky this balance is. Plot Happens and Christine finds herself with some laundry and some music backstage in the opera house and begins the setup for her big solo turned duet, “Home”. Maaya is near the front of the stage, to the right in a light spotlight. Behind her are 4-5 sets of 2-3 people representing different segments of the opera company. There are dancers, some folks around a piano (I think), costume folks, and two guys on the far left checking props - our Spear Guys. They are all doing some light tasks amongst themselves. When Maaya begins singing, they all stop, except for the Spear Guys who are still joking around. As the song continues, they freeze and another group begins moving. This repeats until each group has had a silent solo, moving about behind Maaya until the huge Phantom set piece rises from the stage. The first time I saw the show I was seated on the far right - prime Maaya placement (thank you!!), but also lined up to have the Spear Guys right behind her. The second time up in b-seki it was not nearly as distracting as I could see the 15-20 feet between them and Maaya, but they still didn’t stop at the start like the other groups. I don’t think for a second they missed their cue two days in a row, but I do find it interesting that the direction does not have the entire stage freeze for Maaya’s intro. I wonder if that would be more distracting - to have 10-15 people suddenly stop moving and then have small groups begin moving, so they instead try to smooth out the transition with our Spear Guys. Or perhaps they wanted to highlight that she’s not a big deal yet as a laundry girl, despite this being a big song, so they don’t emphasis it as much with total stage isolation.

I don’t know why this specific thing stuck with me, perhaps I just wasn’t used to “Home” being staged instead of just an audio recording. But I won’t let this more intensive thought on direction make me forget to mention that: I sincerely hope no one gave Daimon any direction after opening night in regards to her facial expressions whenever the Phantom hears Christine’s voice. Idk if new tumblr will allow the gifs, if y’all pick up what I’m putting down.

- A quick side note: the sets and costumes feel refreshed and much more intricate. I’m somewhat surprised they were able to load the huge set pieces just four days after Castle of the White Heron. Huge shout out to the Takarazuka Theater Stage Crew/Staff.

- This goes without saying but Daimon and Maaya’s voices were flawless. I have a note that “Nozomi actually out-sung the ensemble”, which, duh? Her voice + microphones? I wish I could remember what I was going for there.

- There’s a song contest in act one, and frankly I think they should make the song the ensemble has to sing the actual contest. Boy does that song not translate well. It’s incredibly fast and while Snow Troupe does their best it’s legitimately impossible to follow. I need to see rehearsal footage to see ensemble folks just be like, “whelp this is fastest I can go, how are you doing?” and the shrugs in response. And then Daimon being like, “well I had a to practice a bunch but when I did it over a decade ago-” *nails it*

[s] When Christine faints from, idk, finally having a chance to follow her dreams and then promptly being poisoned, and the Phantom ‘sweeps her off her feet’ to his underground dungeon palace (with way too many candles - I assume candle maintenance is what the followers do most of the time), it was more of a ‘1 - 2 - hngh” on the Phantom’s part. I heard that it was very quickly taken out and I can attest that it didn’t need to happen if Daimon was going to hurt herself. Also I like that it gives Christine the tiniest bit more agency if she has to stumble through the mirror with him instead of being completely unconscious.

[s] Speaking of which, Maaya’s approach to Christine. This is another tricky thing that I could write a short essay about. In this version of Phantom, (compared to Andrew Lloyd Weber’s The Phantom of the Opera where Raul, a Philippe-type, is immediately there to try and help with the creepy Phantom situation) Christine is much more isolated, and greater attempts are made to humanize the Phantom. We get the sad details of his birth, upbringing, and current situation, including the weird twist that Christine looks just like his mother. Another essay could be (and no doubt has) been written on that topic, however what I would like to focus on is that Christine is aware of all of this information. She’s aware of how he ended up with a “horrendously” disfigured face and why he is deeply ashamed to the point of violence if discovered. So when she uses her beautiful, angelic voice to convince him to take off his mask, sees his face, then runs off screaming, it’s truly heartbreaking. There are a million ways to play this scene and the character up to this point, but the unfortunate reality is that Christine has to run out of the grotto/garden in order to make it back up to the opera house (somehow, which brings up more questions) for the plot to proceed and for last 40-50 minutes to happen. Therefore the actress is a bit stuck. With that eventuality in mind, I think Maaya makes Christine as ‘modern/realistic’ as possible, in that she screams without too much fear, and her face is a bit.. flat? I don’t mean that in a negative way. I wouldn’t be surprised if she received a few notes along the lines of, “be sure to be really scared by his face” but wanted to treat Christine as a woman that could understand - or simply wanted to have the chance to understand - the man under the mask/scars, so her reaction both times almost looked like, “ok I’m screaming and running because the plot requires it but I’m here for you-” *and gone*. This is reinforced by the much stronger reaction she has when she realized she made a mistake and struggles to go back behind the mirror to him, and her polite but not very enthused duet with Philippe (side note: the Phantom walking up with flowers after that scene - a punch to my stomach). I don’t even think it’s out of true romantic love, but out of a desire to truly understand. For all that they come from different backgrounds, they do have the same goal of making beautiful music, and with this much less murderous interpretation of the Phantom I could root for them. This is in stark contrast to the 2004 version, where I was much more ok with the Phantom’s demise in the end.

[s] That all being said, Maaya’s voice in the song that convinces the Phantom to remove his mask is f*ing beautiful. I am legitimately tearing up just hearing the echoes of it in my memory. When the Phantom is alone and breaks down crying after tearing down the world around him (quite literally), he is perfectly centered on the stage and just so small. It’s an amazing bit of staging that tore out my heart. The use of religious-style themes as well is just crushing.

[s] Speaking of which, I can’t forget to mention the incredibly long but intense story of the Phantom’s upbringing with this gorgeous stained glass in the background:

[s] The suggestion of questionable morality by tilting it is clear and fantastic, the dancing and anguish throughout is just flawless. For all that it does not make me sympathetic for the weirdly young dad (yes yes struggs of being nibante and not senka), I could still get behind the raw emotion of it all, which is rare for me. The “Ave Mariiiiiiia” is now ringing clearly in my head as well and I’ll just say good luck buying the soundtrack because I already ordered every copy.

[~s] Not quite a spoiler but at one point the Phantom is in a boat with Christine and is wearing a standard suit with tails. Intermission hits and when we come back to to our seats the plot has not progressed and yet they went and Top Star’ed the suit to make it the intricate blue one shown in most of the promos. I chuckled a bit.

- This happens much earlier in the show but Carlotta’s song introducing the frenzied world of opera is so fun and amazing - I remembered it just now as if my brain was trying to lighten the mood for me. You could tell they really reveled in the lighthearted scenes and nailed all of the comedic shenanigans.

- Come to think of it there’s a lot of tossed paper, envelopes, letters, music, etc. that is wild yet contained, though there is a letter dropped from the ceiling that juuuust barely made it on stage on the second day. It fell in the slot between the lights and the orchestra pit and I hope there’s a day where a musician has to hand it to them XD.

- Despite the age of the show it felt quite fresh, and the staging did not feel nearly as stiff as say, Elisabeth. That being said, all of the Phantom’s emotional struggles had the same setup of powerful song into a moody dance (except the big rehearsal scene, which is still all dance, though modified). This makes sense given the previous set of Phantoms (Wao Youka, Haruno Sumire, and Ranju Tomu), but I think for Daimon flipping the song and dance would have been beneficial. It would have been a bit hassle in terms of structure and orchestration, for sure, but continuing to shorten the Phantom-centric dance segments in exchange for a smoother and higher emotional peak, along with extended glorious singing by Daimon (also because the Phantom is a composer, not a choreographer) would have been neat.

[s for a bit] And here I was about to go into the auxiliary musings without detailing Daimon’s approach to the character! It was, in short, exactly how Daimon would approach the role. A total cop-out description, but I still think the most apt, despite me being unsure of how she would approach it before I saw it. Daimon has a way of blending vulnerability and ferocity that is quite unique to her and on full display here. The Phantom as a character is emotionally stunted and traumatized. He has the full strength and rage of an adult that has been wronged, the anguish of an artistic teen trying to find his voice, and the naivety of a boy that has only been loved by a woman that was scorned by everyone else. It is quite messed up when you lay it all out, and yet it does not allow for violent acts such as physical/emotional possession of another person and straight-up murder. As I mentioned before, when I saw the much more intentional murder in the 2004 version I was engaged and impressed by the gutsy-ness of it. “A Top Star is a villain, wow!” The emotional appeal in the second half of the show for me fell flat, until the very end when Hanafusa Mari is cradling Wao because of the sheer power of their Golden Combi. Hence I always saw the role as one or the other. A Phantom that is a villain with selfish desires (2004) or a misunderstood artist that gets swept up in emotion and acts out (2006). Here I can see both existing simultaneously. When Daimon is sad and aching, she is sad. Make no mistake, she was crying, many people in the audience were sniffing - two people on the second day had like racking sobs they were trying to control. No doubt a result of having seen it live, it is difficult for me to look at the character as a whole and cast one final opinion - I’m thinking of core scenes and moments where the emotion - sadness or rage - is just so strong. That’s something I think, whether or not you’ll like it when you see it, you can’t deny. Daimon’s expressive face is conveying every emotion quite strongly. When she goes to kill Carlotta, (RIP, you suck for sabotaging Christine but damn do I love your attitude) the intention is quite clear. Carlotta messed with Christine, so she’s gotta go. It’s terrifying, the calm appearance and slow, methodical style at first. The only thing that makes it mellow out for me is the absurdity of the red outfit and mask. It’s clear he raided the costume department and/or worked on the outfit for sometime despite being so incensed the moment he discovers who is at fault. Regardless of that flash of comedy, the cold intent is classic evil scary Daimon that I wanted to see.

What then I like about this is that we have three different situations with three different outcomes instead of just “too much emotion = murder”.

In 2004 we have:

someone saw the facial scarring -> murder

Phantom is not a fan of the new way the opera is being run -> murder

someone messed with Christine -> murder

In 2018 we have:

someone saw the facial scarring -> an accident/fall out of fright (This sets up better how “genuinely scary” his face is when Christine sees it. As an aside, his body still shows up in the glass case later on so I guess someone had to go find his body? I figure the followers had to draw straws, but that the Phantom would capitalize on it regardless is problematic.)

Phantom’s not a fan of the new way the opera is being run -> someone passes out from fright or overexertion during the Phantom panic?

someone messed with Christine -> oh shit, murder

This makes the murder all the more shocking, to the point of nearly being out of place, but the murderous intention comes not out of habit but because of love/infatuation with finding the voice of an angel/their mom. Which is a sentence I never thought I would type but here we are.

While it’s not as shocking on the meta level and can definitely be seen as making the character more tame, it also makes the incredibly long appeal to his tragic background less out of left field and a bit more of a situation to struggle with as an audience member. This does not excuse the dramatic trope of being shot and then having a solid 1-2 more hours of emotional appeals on the silver bridge, running about the opera house with the most incompetent guards, and entire song reprises before then being shot again, Andre on the Bridge-style. It’s a bit too long, and I wouldn’t mind switching the getting grazed on the side scene with the Phantom/dad reunion scene, if only so we could have a moment where not only does Gerard see his son get shot but is also seen by guards having talked to him, so there is more tension in the final moments. Not to re-write the script, but throwing in a bit of smugness from the guards to be like, “Nah, he won’t shoot his kid,” - then, “Father!”, then - *bang* adds perhaps a deeper shock to the bystanders? Or perhaps it’s 1 AM and I need to finish pontificating on something I saw just long enough ago to forget more interesting details.

Regardless, that aaallllll being said, Daimon’s Phantom is one that seeks to cover every base as strongly as possible. He is the saddest, the most anguished, the most angry, the most vulnerable and the most capable of cold and calculated revenge. Thus it could read as a bit overwrought or youthful, but I think it works with this greater shift in narrative that the Phantom lacks the emotional training one would get from having been raised in a more... conventional mask-free non-catacombs environment.

[end of s]

- On the finale: y’all, I was so exhausted. This show is so much. I’m never prepared for a mini revue after a two act show and this was no exception. It was fast. I want the script-lettered “phantom” sign in my house. The songs were upbeat and it was jarring. This scene happened:

and there’s a hip move (?) that was real sassy. My face was stiff from trying not to cry and still an eyebrow twitched in surprise. When the gif hits tumblr it’s gonna blow up. Get ready for Music Revolution is all I can say. It’s already better than Super Voyager.

A few auxiliary notes:

- People were cryyyying. A lot of sniffles. Two people actively sobbing on day two.

[s] On opening day during one of the final scenes Christine plays, if I remember correctly, a few notes of the “oh you are music” line on the piano and “revives” the Phantom for a final moment. Except kinda? It went up correctly but on the way down she didn’t hit the right note and ended up with a nice jazz remix. You better believe she had it right the next day but I loved the *note, note, wrong note. tasteful pause. a note that sounds like a venturing guess. a pause. another note aaaaand the scene continued* I love knowing that she’s actually playing those notes.

- I’m not surprised if they didn’t release the opening day curtain call speeches - Rika Masumi could not remember Gaston Leroux’s name (original author of The Phantom of the Opera - and fair, this show is so far from the book I’m surprised it has to be mentioned at all) and Daimon was trying to explain the cast split but got caught up in “ums” (which sounds like “eh”), which led to a funny bit where she was like, “you know, cast... eh... eh... ah, A!” (’A’ also sounding more like “eh”). Then there were two more curtain calls at which point Daimon was literally like, “buy the CD, buy some sandwiches and drinks... go home please” and then was like, “ok let’s do a phantom mask sign-off, everyone put your hand up like this” *hand up like the phantom mask* “ok with me, ‘Phantom...’” *audience repeats* Then Daimon pulled her hand away and said “maerou!” which literally is just like, “Phantom... is over!” I’m sure there’s a more elegant way to phrase it but people chuckled and starting packing up so I followed suit. I really wanted Maaya to speak but alas that’s not how things roll. If anyone has any insight on how she said she was going to approach the role (beyond, “I’m going to support otokoyaku”) please let me know!

I’m no doubt missing a whole bunch, probably will edit in the morning, and might add some comments if I remember, but otherwise this sums up my trip! So glad to finally have it all out there and finished. Can’t wait to hear people’s impressions of the Tokyo run!

#takarazuka #snow troupe #phantom #yukigumi #nozomi fuuto #daimon #maaya kiho #murder #i was dead #but in the good way not like *spoiler*#:o

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Saving Grace Part 1

**** Please take it easy on me -- this is my very fist story that I ever wrote and I hope you enjoy it****

Word Count 2,791

“Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”

You woke up screaming in the middle of the night soaking in sweat and crying. Its been 5 years --- 5 years since the accident and to this day – it felt like it is just happened. You glanced at the clock by the night stand

“3:15am, great, I guess I’m up now” with a long and exasperated sigh, you remove the cover from your body and sat at the edge of the bed. You cover your face with your hand, and out of the nowhere, tears start streaming down your face.

“Why did you have to leave? Why? “your voice was breaking as flashback of the happiest day of your life, turn into a nightmare

***** December 3rd, 2015 *****

“Dad, where are we going?” you sounded like a school girl with a giddy sound of your voice as you look at your loving husband. He was wearing a dark washed up jeans, white long sleeve shirt, boots and sunglasses. His muscles were rippling through his shirt that you could just eat him up.

“Its wouldn’t be a surprise if I tell you now would It” – he said with laughter in his voice. Trenton knows exactly what you like. You have now been together for 11 years and married for 5. You have a beautiful son and far as you are concern, you are living the fairy tale dream.

“Fine!” as you cross your arm and tried to pout but miserably failed.

He tilts his head back a bit as he laughed because of your expression. His laughter filled the car and you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate your birthday than with the man of your dreams.

20 minutes has passed, and you pulled up on a gated community. You recognize this gate – it was awarded as one of the most exclusive, and secluded area in your city. Heck only millionaires lives here.

“Ummmmm – what are we doing here babe?” with a puzzled look on your face as you tried to figure out what your husband is up to

“You’ll see” as he gives you a side way smirk and winked

You rolled your eyes and said “Whatever” under your breath

He rang the metal box outside the gates and a man appeared on the screen

“Good afternoon sir – its good to see you again, and I see you brought the missus this time?”

“See you again? You’ve been here before” you looked at your husband with arms across your chest and this time, you are not laughing

The seriousness of your voice made Trenton smile even bigger. He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to his lips and kissed it, while whispering --- “Happy Birthday Beautiful”

In an instance – the metal gate open and you drove in

On the left side – you see a long drive way, and at the end of it a beautiful white brick house, the grass had just turned brown due to the season, but that only enhanced the beauty of it. Incredible custom home with every possible amenity and convenience. Charm, elegance and splendor are just some of the many adjectives to describe this beautifully built home

You look at your husband in disbelief “Trenton --- whhaa???” you couldn’t even finish your words, when the car stopped. You are now in front of the most striking house you have ever seen in your life.

“Dad, what’s going on?” you looked at him with curiosity in your eyes

“This is my birthday gift to you” he said with love and tenderness in his voice “I told you I will give you the world, I would like to start with this”

You were shock and dumbfounded, that you didn’t even realize that you already stepped out of the car, and heading straight to the door

“You mean it, you really mean it??”

“I mean it my love, Happy Birthday Y/N, I love you”

****Present Day***

**Phone ringing***

You snapped back to reality and looked down at your phone, you saw the face of your lovely son Alex, and answered it. “Good Morning my boy, how are you?”

“Good morning mama, you are coming home? today right?” as a big loud yawn filled the conversation

You chuckled a little bit and finally answered “Yes son, mama’s coming home today, but it will probably be this evening. Mama’s plane does not leave here until 3 in the afternoon”

“Ok, I miss you and I love you”

“I love and miss you too sweetheart”

“Talk to you later” and the line went dead

You looked at the clock one more time, and it’s now 5am. You got up and went to your closet, pulled out a bag and grabbed your running shoes, yoga pants, and sports bra.

You scrambled to put it on, so you can get your morning run in for the day

Running helps you relax, helps you forget

As sweat beads down your face, Trenton’s favorite song came on your headset

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

As the melody from the piano start to play – you slowed down and started walking. You listen to each word and savored the moment.

****6 years ago, ***/

Bohemian Rhapsody played in your apartment

You and Trenton are still living in your 2-bed room apartment

You rolled out of bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen, and you saw your sexy man bopping his head up and down and singing along to the lyrics of the song

He quickly turned and had a startled look on his face when he saw you “You caught me in my most vulnerable state” he tried to pout but without missing a beat you lunged at him laughing

“I like you like this – carefree”

***Present Time***

As the music died down, you jumped off the tread mill and start heading back to your room

In the Elevator, a man was eyeing you, as he extends his hand

“Hi, I’m Edward”

“Hi”

But before he could say anything else, the elevator stopped at your floor and you hurriedly stepped off it.

Ever since Trenton passed, you have lost interest in romance

You chose to focus all your time and energy on your company and your son.

While thoughts filled your head, you didn’t realize how fast you we’re walking till you bumped into what feels like a wall. You start falling backwards, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but it never came.

Instead, you felt a strong arm, wrapped around your waist as a deep voice spoke

“Are you alright miss?”,

You thought to yourself, “That’s a Dorset Accent, you don’t hear those everyday”

You opened your eyes, and as the fluorescent light is blinding you – you were able to see those light green eyes.

You had to do a double take because you did not know if you were dreaming or not, so this time, you cupped the persons face and leaned it closer to you

“Yup, those are gorgeous”

You didn’t realize that you uttered those words till the person that was holding you, quirk up a smile.

You finally realized that, “that person” is still holding you.

You quickly got up on your feet and scrambled to get your things.

You finally looked up and for the first time in a while, your heart skipped a beat.

Right in front of you is a blonde hair man, with striking green eyes

He’s probably stands around 5’10 or 5”11

Broad shoulders, clean cut hair and shaved face

He is wearing a white fitted t-shirt, dark jeans, which accentuate all his assets … I mean all of his ASSets .

There seem like a class ring on his left index finger and a swiss watch on his right wrist.

He smells of Armani Code and after shave

All you can think of was “A real life Adonis”

Once again, he spoke, “Miss are you alright?”

You quickly answered, “Yes, I’m fine, So sorry about that, I’m not usually this clumsy”

He responds, “It’s no problem, really” – He offered you a warm and sweet smile.

You both stood there for a good second, you were so immersed in his eyes that you had to break eye contact, or your chest would burst.

“Thank you and so sorry again” you quickly turned your heel and head off on a different direction

“What’s your name?” He uttered

“Ummmmm… Y/N, name is Y/N” you didn’t wait for his to answer as you hurriedly drew your key card and enter your room.

Your leaned against the door, trying to calm yourself, as you can feel your heart in your throat

“Calm down L/N, it’s just man! Get a grip for Christ sake”

You continue your pepped talk until you were able to quiet yourself down. You looked at your watch and its almost noon.

“Time to leave this joint”

****30 minutes later****

You are now in your black denim, white sweater, a grey coat and grey sneakers.

You did a quick blow dry of your black hair and it turned out better than you hoped it did.

You put on a light foundation and some mascara and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You have always been self-conscious, but all that changed since you met Trenton

***16 years ago, at a bar in Wichita, KS***

“Hey beautiful”

You heard a voice, but did not respond, thinking that, that person is talking to someone else. You continue to sip your margarita while you wait for your best fiend to come back from the bathroom

Someone taps you on your shoulder and you whipped your head around to find, this man hovering over you and said “I said, Hey beautiful”

“Oh, I am so sorry” you replied, “I didn’t know you were talking to me”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

As your eyes scan the placed you notice multiple stunning ladies parading around in their short skirts and min dresses

“Well, somebody else but me” you gave him a half way smile

“You’re the only beautiful girl I see around here” and he took you hand and place it on his lips as he gently kissed it

“Y/N” you quickly uttered

“Trenton, it’s very nice to meet you”

****Present day***

You smiled as the memory of your past flash

“Oh baby – how you changed me” you looked at your self again at the mirror and give it a big smile and a nodding approval

“Let’s do this”

You grabbed your Louis Vuitton pursed and your Montblac luggage.

You ended up having to buy a bigger luggage since you have multiple present for your son and family.

You ordered an UBER X to take you to the airport

You did not want the Hotel shuttle to take you since its always crowded and noisy

All you want is peace and quiet on your way home.

The elevator ding ***DING*** (“First Floor” – the voice intercom announced)

You made your way to the lobby, handed the card to the receptionist and bid them goodbye

On your way out the door, you notice a lady with her stuff all over the floor. You looked at your watch and you still have 2 hours before your flight

You stopped next to her, quickly gone on your knees and helped her

“Here” as you handed her a book and a journal

“Thank you so much” in an English accent “I don’t know what has gotten into me this morning, I just can’t seem to catch a break” she said nervously

“Don’t worry about it, I feel the same way too today, maybe it’s a full moon or something “trying to lighten the mood

“It probably is” she looked up smiling

You know you recognized her, but cannot pint point how

After all her bags are picked up, you stood up and reached out your hand

“Here, let me help you up”

She grabbed it and you helped steady her

“Thank you again” she said as she tries to remove the dust from her jeans

“Its not big deal at all” you said with a big smile

“I’m Lucy by the way, Lucy Boynton”

“Y/N, L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Pleasures all mine” she replied

“I know this might sound weird, but you look so familiar, however, I cannot figure out how”

You quickly blushed and shake your head “Oh gosh – I am so sorry for being so direct, I don’t mean to offend you”

She offered a smile and said “Oh don’t worry about it, this means that my “disguise” as she airs quotes, “is working”

“Disguise? Are you in trouble” as you teased her.

“Not really” as she laughed

“Have you seen the movie Bohemian Rhapsody?” she asked

“Yes, I have, I love Queen” you said excitedly

And before she could even reply, you quickly recognized her

“Mary?” as you gasp “As in Freddie Mercury’s Mary?” you tried to find your words without sounding like a blabbering idiot

“I mean you are the actress that portrayed Mary”

She was looking at you with glint of happiness and amusement in her eyes

“Yes ma’am”

You squealed a little, loud enough for her to hear but not the entire hotel

This time, Lucy cannot help but laugh out loud

“You know, the boys usually get that reaction instead of me”

“You did such a phenomenal job, don’t get me wrong, Rami and the rest of the cast was amazing, but the way you portrayed Mary, was just extraordinary”

“Why thank you” she said “It’s refreshing to see someone with great appreciation of the movie”

“You bet, Trenton and I love Queen” – as you said your late husbands name - -you stopped and had to held back a tear as your throat swells with emotion

Lucy noticed it and ask

“Are you alright?” with worry in her eyes

“Yes, I’m sorry, my late husband and I are big Queens fan. We always say that when money is no longer tight, we will visit Freddie’s tributary statue in Montreux” with a glint of sadness in your eyes but it quickly disappears.

“I am sure Trenton would have been ecstatic to have met you” you said with a big smile.

Lucy did not say a word but offered a comforting squeeze on your shoulder.

As you both are heading outside, your UBER finally arrived.

You turned around to Lucy and asked “where are you headed, you can use my uber when I’m done”

“I am actually heading to the airport”

“So am I” you replied, “You can ride with me if you would like, unless you already have other arrangements”

“That would be wonderful, thank you again, you sure are a life saver today” she said as she hoists her luggage in the trunk of the car.

“Any time”

45 minutes has passed, and you and Lucy are now chatting as if you have been friends for ages.

You talked about music, your likes, dislikes, where you live, current relationships, past relationships and so many more.

Lucy told you that she has 3 siblings, she’s from Europe, loves pizza and Chinese food, and currently dating his co-star Rami Malik.

You then told her about your family, and how you were from the Philippines, but moved to Wichita, KS, you also told her about Trenton and the accident, as well as your son, Alex.

“I would love to meet your son one day, he is the cutest kid I have ever seen” Lucy said with excitement

“I am sure am one lucky mom, couldn’t ask for a better one” you replied with adoration in your eyes as you looked at the picture on your phone.

The car came to a complete stop and you are now at JFK international airport

“Thank you so much sir” as you slid out of the car

You and Lucy head inside and got your luggage checked in

As you both start putting your shoes back on after getting scanned and search, Lucy asked

“So, what’s your flight number?”

“Ummmmm, Flight 12256, How about you?

“Let me check, oh my gosh, it’s the same” she said with enthusiasm.

“What’s your seat number?”

And you replied “26A, you?”

“26B” we are practically neighbors now, and you both started laughing

“I can’t wait to introduce you to the rest of the gang”

You halted “The rest of the gang?” you ask her with your left eye brow up and your hand on your waist

She smiled warmly and teasingly at the same time “You will love them, I promise”

Lucy grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to meet the rest of the crew

You were thinking to yourself, “Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into”

***Thank you so much again for reading -- how do you like it so far? Suggestions and comments are greatly appreciated :) ****

#lucy boynton #bohemain rhapsody #ben hardy #ben hardy x female reader #love #queen #freddie mercury #ben is so hot

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