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mikkouille · 3 years
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hhhhnhhg beyond evil arrest scene
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#my brrain is liquid no thought post beyond evil disease instead of brain there is the arrest scene#my second fave part after the arrest scene for this finale was when they pulled out jaeyi n her eggs n i was like 'stop tryin to make this h#appen n then they popped dongsik out n did the whole turning around lookin in disbelief at the other n its like yall not even trying#to make it happen actually sorry for doubting u#i never watched hannibal cuz im too lazy to watch smth that already has three whole seasons out thats too many episodes but very hannibalesq#ue of a show if u ask me if i got what this show is like right#th eonly show#dont talk to me if its not abt beyodn evil im in 24h beyond evil lockdown#cant believe i have to write a focking lettre de motivation when i have thoughts to think abt this show yall bOTHERING ME i have pressing ma#tters to attend such as watch arrest scene again#activity status thinking abt juwon's silence n blank face after changjin asked 'lmAO u oNLY aNSWEr hIS caLLs aRE u tWO aN ITEm'#jihwa 🤝 changjin --> carrying the agenda on their shoulders in that interrogation room#thats why they were married at a point actually they bonded over their gaydar#anyway#i lvoe brain damage i love shows that give me it#i love things u can watch with both ur brain n ur pussy#this show has the range i can rec it to the serious lads who want d4rk murder thriller material n also to the smart ppl who appreciate#The Homoeroticism Of C*p calling each other partner and also constantly threatening each other#this shows impact on me i still think abt jeongje drawing juwon a deer fursona at the start of the show u can watch it stupidly u can watch#it smartly but the best way is to do both a t once#anywya i did done ramble
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outerbankswriting · 4 years
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Could it Be? Chapter 13 (JJ x Reader)
JJ x Reader
CH.1 - CH.2 - CH.3 - CH.4 - CH.5 - CH.6 - CH.7 - CH.8 - CH.9 - CH.10 - CH.11 - CH.12
Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or  at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)
Warnings: drinking???
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CHAPTER 13
You placed the empty can of beer on the table and noticed JJ’s glare set on you as you reached for your fourth drink.
“Can I help you with something?” You spat at him before drunkenly smirking at the blonde.
“I see you’re thirsty.” He grinned as he helped you open the bottle.
“I just want to loosen up and have some fun.” You replied, pouring yourself some tequila and mixing it with a soda.
“Fun means danger when it comes to you,” He winked and you rolled your eyes at him.
“That was one time.”
“Whatever,” he went on, “I’m not letting you get shit-wasted tonight.”
“Says the one who’s already had six beers,”
“I can handle my alcohol, unlike you.”
You teasingly raised your eyebrow at him as your eyes lit up with a mischievous idea, JJ immediately shaking his head at you but letting out an equally mischievous smile.
“Here,” you handed him a shot of tequila and poured one for yourself as well, “I’ll show you I can handle it.”
“I would like to see.”
You raised your tequila shots to each other before gulping down the strong alcohol, your throat burning as the liquid went down.
Time went by and Sarah and John B where nowhere to be found, but you and JJ were having too much fun drinking and talking about nonsense to notice the couple had gone to John B’s bedroom to do stuff you had no business knowing about.
You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck and playfully slow danced with him, your legs were struggling to move correctly as the alcohol was taking over your system but JJ’s arms wrapped around your waist helped you remain steady.  
Both your faces were flustered form the alcohol and the heat from dancing around, the two of you were clearly drunk but not wasted thanks to JJ taking care of your drinking and not allowing you to mix your drinks.
You looked around the room to see if Sarah and John B were around, and when you didn’t see them anywhere near, you took the opportunity to press a quick kiss to JJ’s lips. He stared at your eyes in a loving and caring way as you burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“I just can’t believe we’re.. you know..” You struggled to find the words as you didn’t know what exactly was going on between you and JJ.
JJ’s eyes kept fixed on your, waiting patiently for you to complete your sentence but as he realised you were nowhere near to forming the words, he decided to help you.
“Dating?” He whispered and your eyes widened.
“So we are?” You muttered, a smile forming on your face.
“I mean,” he shrugged and bit his bottom lip, “if you want to, of course.”
You couldn’t help but smile wider at him, you knew JJ wasn’t one to easily express his feelings, let alone actually get involved in a relationship so this was a pretty big deal for the both of you, especially since this was all happening too fast yet it felt as if the two of you had waited ages for this to come true.
“I’ll have to think about it.” You bit the inside of your cheek, noticing JJ’s grip tighten and his eyebrows raise in confusion.
“Yeah, sure, I mean,” he stuttered and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing again, his confusion growing stronger.
“Of course I want to, you idiot.” You cupped his face and sensed him relax on your touch.
The two of you shared a slow and sweet kiss, his movements carefully synching with yours as he pulled you in closer. You opened your mouth to let him explore it as the kiss became more passionate and hungrier, you placed your hands on the nape of his neck and tugged at his hair, gaining a soft moan from him.
“I think we should go home.” You said, your lips inches apart.
“I think I agree.”
Neither of you bothered on letting your friends know you were leaving as they were also busy doing their thing. You took JJ’s hand and walked side by side to your place, it was a long walk but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
As you arrived to your house, the two of you hurried upstairs to your room, the tension and urgency filling the air but neither of you daring to make a move.
You sat down on your bed as JJ locked the door even though only the two of you were home. You bit the bottom of your lip as you stared at him. His grey tank top loose enough to show his toned abs and his strong arms making your head spin with unholy thoughts about them.
He turned to face you and you felt your cheeks heat up. No matter how long the two of you had known each other or how close you’d gotten to each other, he never failed to make you get all flustered and nervous.
JJ smirked as soon as he saw the rose tint on your cheeks and your eyes scanning all his body. He slowly walked over to you, your heartbeat speeding up by every step he was taking. The grin on his face kept growing wider as he noticed the effect he was causing on you, enjoying every second of it.
Once he was completely standing in front of you, you looked up at his face and matched your grin with his. Your face was exactly in front of his abdomen, and a bit too close to his lower area, making his heartbeat speed up as well.
Your confidence and urgency to have him all for yourself made you slowly and carefully run your fingers through his abdomen and you tugged at his shirt to signal him to take it off. He didn’t think twice before the grey tank top hit the floor and his upper body was bare as your eyes kept processing every inch of him.
Your hands traced his toned stomach and you felt his body twitch at your touch. You smirked to yourself, feeling confident at the effect you were causing on him. Your hand softly made its way lower and you noticed his chest rise up and down quicker as you intentionally but slightly rubbed your palm on his growing bulge, pretending as if it was an accident.
You then played with the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, leaving him on his trousers which you also teasingly played with the waistband of them and then pushed him further away from you, making him raise an eyebrow at you in confusion. You stood up in front of him and placed a hard but quick kiss on his lips before turning around him.
“Sit down,” you demanded, surprised by your sudden urge of dominance.
JJ smirked at you and took your place on the bed, softly wrapping his hands on your waist as you stood in front of him, letting him stare at you while you took your own shirt off, revealing the top of your red bikini.
Your shorts joined your shirt on the ground, leaving you with your red bikini top and bottom which matched the color of JJ’s cheeks. You sat on his lap, facing him as you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt his bulge rub against your entrance, which was still covered by the bottom of your bikini.
“Y/N,” JJ whispered once you started moving your hips against him.
“Mhm,” was all you could bring yourself to say as the friction between the two of you made a tingling sensation intensify between your legs.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked.
You stared at his blue eyes and felt his thumbs stroke your hips. He was genuinely concerned about this, especially after knowing about your past with Rafe and sex.
But this time you felt different. You were sure of JJ and you didn’t want to do this with anyone else but him. You trusted him and you loved him, even if you hadn’t verbally expressed it to him. You’d never felt as confident and safe with anyone else as you do now with JJ. You knew you wanted this and you knew you wouldn’t regret nor have second thoughts about this.
You gently rubbed his cheeks as you leaned forward to his face, softly placing a loving kiss on his lips.
“I’ve never been more sure JJ.” You whispered against his lips as you felt his hands press tighter on your hips.
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A/N: we-
alright so I finally got the time to write and post ch.13!! hope you like it and PLS DO TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!! 
I would also love to know if you guys want me to write the whole scenario *coughs* smut *coughs* or simply leave it like that and just write about them after it’s done and stuff... but well it’s all up to you since I know some of u are not comfortable reading smut.
I think I’m also going to start a new taglist since idk if some of you are still reading this story and I keep getting messages about new people wanting to be added on the taglist so I think next chapter will have a completely new taglist so pls do let me know if u wanna be added! 
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mongooseblues · 3 years
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Bless You Father for I Have Sinned (Fleabag, Hot Priest) 1/1
Did anyone watch Fleabag and/or want to read about a hot priest sneezing?
This works just fine as a standalone if u haven’t seen the show but for context: Hot Irish prob alcoholic “cool swear-y” priest and recovering sex addict and all-around hot mess main character (who doesn’t have a name) strike up a “friendship” that is just a poorly veiled excuse for spending time with someone they want very badly to fuck but can’t bc priesthood vow of celibacy and whatnot.
Here’s ~2k words in which I continuously get off on the idea of blessing a priest and unresolved sexual tension I also don’t resolve.
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“Fuck you, calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it…”
It happens for maybe ten minutes before it starts to stick out to her. Because it’s cold, as it always is on early-spring nights in London, and while they’re both fully dressed (unfortunately), neither is probably quite dressed enough to be out in a garden at this hour. And they’re a bit drunk—not that drunk, they’re both pretty practiced—on the G&Ts he’s so fond of for whatever reason. He specifically likes the kind you get already mixed in a can, which are especially shit, but it’s almost endearing that he likes those in particular. Well, very endearing actually. Goddamn this man—or… hmm, poor choice of words.
It doesn’t really grab her attention until he combines the sniffling with pinching his nostrils together.
“You alright, you’re quite sniffly?”
“I know, I dunno what’s going on,” he says, and punctuates it with a harsher sniffle than the ones previously unacknowledged, “Think ‘m just cold.” He zips his sweatshirt up a bit as if to illustrate.
“We could get you a blanket and swaddle you up like baby Jesus.”
He laughs. She extracts from her coat pocket a pack of cigarettes, takes one herself and angles the carton toward him in offering. Mostly because she wants him to scoot closer to her on the bench as she flicks the lighter for him. The flame illuminates the angles of his face in orange, the back of his fingers grazing her hand by happy accident, and yes, it’s a little pathetic that this momentary skin-to-skin contact is as erotic as it is to her, but that’s what you get when you fancy a priest isn’t it?
“They’re always describing him as being swaddled. Odd word, swaddled. Sounds kind of violent.”
“It does kind of,” he agrees, leaning back against the bench and exhaling a stream of smoke into the night air. Her plan worked, he’s ever so slightly closer to her now, post cigarette exchange, close enough that when he sniffles she can feel the slight vibration of his shoulders through the loose fabric on her coat sleeve. It unites them like an accidental spark of electricity she can sense just faintly enough to feel jumpy. Or turned on. Or both.
She really shouldn’t be this shameless about trying desperately to corrupt a man of the cloth she wants to get under. Maybe she’d feel properly guilty if she wasn’t quite so fucking horny.
“So you did read more than just the passages I marked for you?” He asks, at once surprised and pleased and maybe nervous, grinning but also looking away for a moment as if he could disguise all of that.
“Not really, just the birth of the ol’ lord and savior. It seemed like it’d be climactic.”
“Was it?”
“Can’t say I climaxed reading it, no,” she says with a cheeky look that elicits the laughter she’s looking for, “No offense but it’s really quite boring, this book you love so much.”
“Yeah… that’s a tragically common sentiment among reviewers.” He’s scratching at his nose with the back of one wrist with such intensity it’s unmistakeable how much it’s bothering him.
“Don’t care much for the writing style either, I have to say.”
If the irritation could be resolved with a mouse-like scrunch of the nose he’d have figured it out by now, and clearly he hasn’t because he still has to shrink into his crossed arms like an accordion with a fairly high-pitched, vocal and thus somehow Irish-accented, “Hehh-ishhYUE!”
“Bless. The only way I was able to get through it was by imagining you in every speaking role.”
It’s a sentence meant to provoke him, not unlike most of her sentences, and for a minute as her eyes are on her own exhaled smoke and he fails to respond, she wonders whether it sounded even weirder than she meant it, but as it turns out he’s just about to sneeze again — squinting into the distance and bringing an arm to his face in slow motion.
“Mmff-SHOO!” He blinks in surprise as he resumes his previous position on the bench, now shifted just a bit farther away from her. Damn.
“Ugh, sorry. Every speaking role?? Ohfuck— ahh-ishSHEU!”
“Jesus.”
“You imagined me as Jesus??”
“No I mean Jesus, are you okay, did you catch something?” Of course she imagined him as Jesus.
“Ooh I hope not,” he says with a nervous look, “that’d be lousy timing.”
“The lord works in mysterious ways.”
“Thuh-that he does—” A sudden inhale, a crooked arm rising at a much hastened speed. It begins in a manageable way, somewhat controlled, but then it seems to get away from him.
“Hh… hehd’SHHUE!”
“Bless you, Father."
He mumbles a thank you bookended by soft snuffling.
“Maybe he’s sent you a plague of sneezing. He does that sometimes doesn’t he? Send plagues?”
His face just scarcely conveys amusement before it’s hijacked again by the same expectant expression, but he still attempts to talk through it, even as irritation becomes evident in every feature. “S-sometimes…”
She thinks about saying bless you in advance but decides instead to just wait for him to succumb to it. A flicker of lashes, a reveal of the very tips of canines, his entire face crinkles around his visibly twitching nose. It pulls him downward and then forward in that order, as he collapses into a crooked arm as if stumbling despite being seated.
An especially desperate, “hehhSCHOO!” that begins quietly but certainly doesn’t end that way.
“God bless you, Father, again.”
“Wow,” he says with a sniff, knuckles swiping under his nose in a single smooth motion, “Maybe I’m allergic to you. My body’s having a reaction.”
“Is it?”
An eyeroll and a grin, and then he goes back to scratching at his aggravated face in a manner that’s becoming aggressive.
“Well stop manhandling your nose that’s clearly not working.” Before she can think better of it, she takes his elbow to pull the offending arm away from his face. She can feel his muscles tense with the movement, but when she looks up at him there’s only a blurry-eyed smile chased by a nervous huff of a laugh. Another line she can’t uncross but doesn’t particularly want to.
The therapist hadn’t needed to point out that her all-consuming attraction to someone she couldn’t have was probably a healthy coping mechanism of her recently adopted abstinence. She hadn’t really expected this though — for her advances to not be rejected entirely. She hadn’t planned for hope to cease feeling like such a daft, one-sided notion.
“Should I even be blessing you or is that overkill? Or am I even qualified to bless you? Can one bless a priest if they’re not like, anointed or something?”
“You can bless me,” he confirms, looking like he’s barely got a handle on controlling his own eyebrows. Or lips for that matter. God, that mouth, those lips. Parting by accident the way she’d like to make them open on purpose.
“Little greedy of you. You’re not blessed enough as is?”
“Neh—neverhurts…” He pitches sidewards with a slurred, tellingly tipsy, “hehh-ESHHyoooo!”
“Bless you…”
“Thank you,” he sniffles with embarrassed necessity, bringing the back of a sleeve to his nose.
“Hold on, I think I have some tissues,” she says as she feels around in her bag in the darkness, “Well, cocktail napkins at least.” Another knuckle brush as she hands them to him. How arousing. How pitifully arousing. She really should come up with ways to hand him things more often.
“Ahh you were holding out on me,” he says, and then after a gentle blow, “Sorry.”
“You are coming down with something aren’t you?"
He thinks about it, bringing the napkin away from his nostrils with a final follow-up dab. “I dunno, maybe?”
“Do you feel ill?”
“Mostly just very itchy.”
How many other chances will she get… She reaches a hand to gingerly press the back of her fingers against his forehead. He blinks a few times in response, rapidly and reflexively, and swallows back a smile. There’s a burning in her stomach that’s neither pleasant nor unpleasant.
“Um, you feel okay I think?” She says, attention course-corrected back to the cigarette crumbling in her hand, but still glancing at him to measure the aftermath of the relatively bold gesture and they lock smiling eyes in the process.
If he really wanted to ward her off he’s doing a phenomenally shitty job of it. She knows he wants her. God if only that was enough, to know he wanted her.
“I think you’re right I’ve been sent a plague of sneezing. Probably trying to tell me something.”
“Something about how your new friend could take care of you?”
He grins with half of his mouth. “Or something about how I probably shouldn’t be drinking G&Ts in the middle of the night with my new friend who I like a little too much.”
Oh he… really shouldn’t have given her that.
“ExxSHHUE!!” He shakes the whole bench with this, then straightens back up, not looking entirely recovered, and says almost to himself, “And about how I probably shouldn’t tell my new friend that I like them a little too much.”
“But you did anyway and he hasn’t, I dunno, smote you down yet.”
Irritation is still etched into his features, his chest slowly swelling with air, hastily fiddling with the napkins.
“Are you actually going to sneeze again? You haven’t finished?”
He shakes his head as his eyes close and seizes into a rushed, “hehESHHyue!"
“It’s a plague I can’t stop! Snf, it’s out of my hands."
She knows the night’s over, she does. She gets the sense that she’d been invited to overstay her welcome, but it’s getting past that point now. Whenever she leaves after being around him her face hurts from smiling like an idiot the whole time and she comes away aching in more ways than one. That ache is starting already, another sign they’ve stretched this interaction too long once again.
However, alcohol. “If you tell me to leave and you sneeze again perhaps we’ll know whether or not it was divine intervention.”
“He might just be punishing me now anyway,” he sighs, remembering a cigarette he may not have taken a single drag from, neglected and foreshortening in his fingers.
“We haven’t done anything we’re just talking. I’m a—what is it, parishioner?”
“That is a word, yes. Snf! Though it implies someone who’s actually going to church to, you know, practice their faith."
“I’m a parishioner here to…” she’s not even sure what to say, she still doesn’t know shit about Catholicism aside from the fact that it’s a massive cockblock, “seek your… counsel? Guidance? Guidance counseling.”
He puts a hand over part of his face, tired but amused. “You can’t act innocent even when you’re trying your best, can you?"
She almost snorts. Is this what he thinks trying her best looks like?—No, don’t actually say— “Who said I was trying my best?”
Why can’t she stop herself from saying things like that to him? The only thing that’s going to stop her now is a ‘no’ that’s actually firm enough not to give way when she presses against it relentlessly. He honestly needs to just get it over with before he really gives her too much to hold onto. She’s not going to win out over God, the guy’s pretty fucking stiff competition.
Goddamnit, just break her heart already, what the fuck is he waiting for? This should have ended ages ago, and now it’s getting dangerously close to too late.
Was it unfair to assume he’d be stronger than her? Or is he trying to hurt himself too? A duetted exercise in masochism, mutually assured destruc—
“—ESSHHYUE!” He looks at her through wet lashes, bleary and sheepish and drunk and cute and fuck.
She sighs loudly, looks skyward and says, “Right, you’ve made your point! I’m leaving!”
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spacebunnywrites · 4 years
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Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader
After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash... I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.
Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader
Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy
Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love
Word Count: 2930
QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot... dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.
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His username had been Fenk8, of which you weren't certain why. The penpal website was known for people seeking out more adult interactions, but you hadn't been looking for that. Not at first, really. Charming messages such as, "Hey sweet thing" and "If we were the alphabet I'd put U and I together" changed that slightly. The message that made you laugh the most had been the U and I joke. Corny pickup lines were the way into your heart. Of course you had to respond with your own corny pickup line, "Did you just shock me, or was it your electric personality?" Of course he freaked out a little at that, which you didn't understand. Fenk8 got a little wiggy when anything mentioning electric personalities was brought up. So you tried to avoid it. But you couldn’t help that he sparked your interest.
>>Hey sweetness. Birthday cake can be any flavour. But birthday cake is a flavour
>>What is up, hot stuff? The opposite of waterfall is firefly.
>>My sugarcube, the oldest person alive was born with an entirely different set of humans around.
>>Technichally… if we made everything legal the crime rate would be zero. I'M JUST SAYING!
>>Woah, sunshine… if we can't see air… can fish see water?
>>Orange is the only colour you can taste. I'm just saying.
Every conversation started with something random. Something that had you scratching your head, or made your eyes go wide because holy fuck he wasn't wrong. It was chaotic, but you loved it. He also tried out different pet names most of the time. Your favourite was Sugarcube. It was cute and different. You loved talking with him, it was like talking to your best friend. Only you didn't know your best friend's name, or what he looked like. Or what he did for a living. But Fenk8 was your best friend, nonetheless. The friend that had the nerve to ask you who put the alphabet in alphabetical order. But still your best friend. Days of talking turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The two of you had yet to share photos of yourselves yet, and that was fine. He sent you pictures of dogs he saw on walks, of beautiful flowers, and occasionally the most beautiful sunrises. He worked strange hours, often all over Tokyo and surrounding cities. But it just meant you never got the same scenery twice. Once he had been in the same area as you, sent photos of the bakery you worked at. He didn’t know you worked there, just sent a picture of a little pastry you had made. Said it reminded him of you. That same day Chargebolt had come in and bought one of your pastries. The two of you were excited for different reasons that  day. Him because he found out that you made pastries, you because your favourite hero had bought something you made and even came up after and said it was delicious. You hadn't told him about that, you did tell him that you had a small obsession with the electric pro hero. Your potential friend(?) didn't need to know that your favourite sleepwear was an oversized t-shirt from the very first line of Chargebolt merch.
>>Hey sweetheart! Saw the cutest little dog today, thought you would love him as much as I did. His name was Chowchan!
>>How was your day??? I hope you didn't work too hard! I've missed talkin' to ya. Sorry I've been so busy, sweetcheeks.
Attached to his messages was a picture of the most obnoxiously fluffy Chowchow curled into a ball at the feet of… holy fuck was that Pro-Hero Dauntless!? Fenk8 got that close to the Number One hero, got a picture of his dog, and it looked like they were having a casual conversation based on the flush covering Dauntless' cheeks and the adorable pikachu bag you knew belonged to Fenk8 sitting beside him. Just what did Fenk8 do for work that he was chummy with a pro!? Reporter? Maybe he was a PR agent? Or a personal assistant? The last two would make a lot of sense, given that he travelled a lot for work.
<<OH MY FUCKING GODS FENK8. YOU GOT SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF CHOWCHAN! 
<<you even got Dauntless out of his hero gear, sitting still… a god. You're a god.
After a few moments of silence, your phone dinged with another notification.
>>I guess Dauntless is your favourite pro then? Makes sense, he is pretty hot.
<<No? Chargebolt is my favourite. He's been to my bakery a few times, compliments my pastries. Sure, his quirk has a pretty big drawback… but over the years he has really gotten good at controlling his output. Did you see his most recent thwart of a bank robbery!? He got the emergency backups back up and running using his quirk! And when he let himself be the backup generator for the children's hospital last winter…
<<Sorry… rambling. I just… Chargebolt is the best. Some are born for greatness, others have to work for it. He works for it. He said my Lemon Puffs are his favourite, which is good because he inspired them. The popping candy in the dough represents static electricity! I can't believe that Chargebolt likes my sweets… sorry. I'm sure you don't want to talk about pros.
>>Honestly, reading you so passionate is amazing. I can't believe that someone would be so vocally passionate about a hero only in the top fifty. Ground Zero, Dauntless, Flashpoint, Paladin… even Uravity and Froppy. I hear so much about them. But never someone so excited about Chargebolt. 
<<He is an amazing hero. I watched his first Sports Festival… all of his Sports Festivals really. I really love him as a hero. But ue never does press events, not like the top ten. And I work when he does patrols. So I've never interacted with him outside of work… but man what I wouldn't give to meet the man. I'm sure you have a favourite pro?
>>Honestly, I do. Red Riot is one of my favourites. Ever heard him sing Karaoke? I'll have to send you a video I have of it. Guy goes all out. 
<<Red Riot is pretty cool. But Chargebolt will always be my favourite. 
How had you gone off on a full rant about a pro hero? Especially to your internet friend. He was going to think you are such a weirdo now. But apparently he didn't, because he requested a faceless video call for that night. Something about needing to get off, and hoping you would help. Sure, he was a little more smooth than that, but all you cared about was actually getting to see part of Fenk8. You two had only done something similar once, and it had been through text alone. Now you got to attach a voice and a faceless body to Fenk8. You only hoped you still found him sexually attractive after this. What if he was too muscular, like Red Riot. Or covered in deep scarring like Flashpoint. Not that you didn't find them attractive, but with Chargebolt as the man in your fantasies anyone else would pale. He was your number one fantasy, could you really be blamed though? It didn't occur to you that Fenk8 could be a creepy old man, or a murderer or something. Surely the man who seemed chummy with Dauntless couldn't have even an evil bone in his body. Dauntless was too pure to be friends with someone who was genuinely bad.
So when the evening rolled around you found yourself in just an oversized fleece sweater and a pair of black boxer briefs. Your already straining erection begging to be touched as you looked over the thin yet very toned torso before you. Fenk8 was built just like you imagined Chargebolt would be. Lean and just toned enough to show he worked out. You noticed a faint glimmer in his nipples, holy fuck Fenk8 had them pierced! A tiny barbell in each dusky nipple, catching the light just right every time he moved. Below that was a navel piercing, man did he have a lot of piercings apparently. Because he had mentioned his tongue, and webbing in an earlier message you guys had shared.
"Like what you see, Sugarcube?" You could hear the smirk in his words. And the chuckle he made when you whimpered an affirmative was divine. "Why don't you take that sweater off, I had a long day at work and watching my Sugarcube stroke himself would really make my day." The man already stroking himself. A nice thick cock in his hand, nestled nicely beneath a cute nest of blond curls. Faintly you wondered if you would ever get to sit on it, positive that it would be a perfect stretch. Quick to comply you pulled the sweater over your head and let him see your chest in its entirety. A deep blush staining your chest, lower lip pulled between your teeth. Removing your underwear took a little more courage, your member was not as nice to look at as Fenk8's. You would call Fenk8's cock attractive. Thick, long, nicely curved. You would probably call yours cute. It was smaller than his, and looked smaller beneath your curls that were a little darker than the rest of your hair.
"That's a good boy. Now why don't you stroke yourself for Daddy. Let me hear you whine and whimper for my cock to stretch you out." You imagined a wicked smile on his face as he spoke. Eyes locked on the cock in his hands, mouth falling open when you finally noticed the glimmering bits of metal. A three piece bottom ladder, a two piece scrotum ladder, his lorem, a King’s Crown and an Albert. Eight piercings in his dick alone. Was there anywhere he didn't have pierced?! 
"Y-yes, Daddy." Finally spoken as you wrapped a hand daintily around your length and began to softly stroke. A soft whimper ringing out before you could stop it. You had been pent up all day, ever since the message he sent asking for this call. Already your body threatened to betray you and make Fenk8 think you were some pathetic virgin. Which you weren't! And even if you were… it was no one's business.
"F-fuck!" You whined out and tensed as you came. Embarassed that you finished so quickly. But it wasn't entirely your fault. Fenk8 got you so worked up earlier. White ropes splattering your chest and stomach as you tried to hide your face from him while slowly slumping down.
"That was so hot baby. A few strokes and you're already cumming for Daddy. I'm so proud of you for wanting to make me happy. Want your reward, Sugarcube?" His voice was thickened, dripping like honey as he spoke to you. Opening your eyes you saw his hand lazily stroking over his length while the other reached toward the camera to adjust it. Raising it and- HOLY FUCK. Fenk8 is Chargebolt.
"Hey, Sugarcube. Heard you have a favourite pro." His charming smile on full display, the hand that had adjusted the camera shooting you a finger gun. Your eyes went wide and he licked over his lips. That tongue piercing you dreamed of, the one positioned a little off to the left, darting out and teasing you. The blond kept amber eyes locked on your frame while keeping the slight motion of him playing with his dick.
Never once did you think that Chargebolt would be a dominant. Or have a daddy kink. Nor did you think he would ever call you cumming in less than thirty seconds hot. Yet here he was with a straining erection, his plush tip glistening with pre, demanding you call him Daddy. Honestly, you had never been more aroused either. "Ch-char… holy fuck." Your own words stammered and stuck in your throat. The blond chuckling warmly as you seemed awestruck.
"Don't be like that, Sugarcube. Your mouth has better uses. Clean yourself up. Scoop all that cum into your cute little mouth. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum." Instructions you quickly followed. Two fingers sliding through the mess on your belly and bringing it to your waiting mouth. Lewdly moaning to make sure your dream man had the best show in the world. You wanted him to never end this, and if happily eating your own cum was what he wanted… it was what he would get. Your tongue pushing apart your fingers to clean between them before you repeated the action. Another scoop of your own cum dancing on your tongue. Fuck, were you already getting hard again? You supposed that was the best part of cumming so quickly anytime you got into it, you were always ready to go again real soon. Apparently he noticed you growing hard too, because your next instructions followed not long after.
"Sugar cube, you're going to cum directly into your own mouth this time. Lay on your shoulders, and bend those pretty legs over to rest at your head. Use the wall to help support you if you need to. I just wanna watch you get all cute and cum drunk on your own cum. Can you do that for Daddy?” His instructions weren’t hard in theory. But actually maneuvering your body to make it work was actually kind of hard to do. But after a few minutes, and comments from the man about how juicy your ass looked, you managed to get the position perfect. Your tight asshole on display as well, but Chargebolt wasn’t looking for that yet. He wanted you to eat your own cum. Tentatively you began to stroke your length again, at least you would last longer than thirty seconds this time. You hoped so at least. It would be pretty fucking embarassing if you only lasted less than a minute again. You might as well just end the call, move away from Japan, change your name., and start a new life as a Norwegian sheep farmer or something if that happened. Premature ejaculation wasn’t cute, no one would want you if they knew you only lasted a few seconds. Your soft moans filled the air, and you felt something bubbling in your stomach. Only a few strokes in and already you were getting closer by the second. 
“Cum for me, Sugarcube. Open your mouth and cum on that pretty tongue of yours for Daddy. I love how quickly you cum. I can already hear how needy you are. Just like last time, you get so pink when you need to cum. And look at all your precum dripping onto your pretty lips. Perfect lips for wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy so he can cum too.” Honeyed words low and sultry. If you opened your eyes you would see his hand flying furiously over his length. The blond trying to cum at the same time you did. But he wouldn't get there before you did, already you were spilling down into your waiting mouth. Groaning at the slightly sweet taste blossoming over your tastebuds. Legs collapsing by your head, your body almost falling off the bed as you tried to right yourself again. 
It was amazing the sight you saw. The blond man, basically a twink in his own right, completely debauched. Chest covered in his own spunk, a dazed look on his face, both thumbs sticking up as he blinked a few times as his only response to you asking if he was alright. Did he always overcharge when he came? Was this normal for him? Part of you wanted to try and contact someone to check on him, but the better part of you knew to just give him a few minutes to recover. Grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and cleaning your chest off slowly, keeping an eye on the man filling your laptop screen. Making sure he didn’t like, die or something. Could you die from cumming to hard? Was it possible for his quirk to completely fry his brain? But then you heard him say something other than whey. At least he wasn’t brain dead. That was good.
“Denki. S’my name. Use it… Kaminari Denki.” Words slightly slurred, but clearly understandable. He was giving you open permission to not only use his name… But his given name. Holy fuck. Of course you whispered back your own name. Letting him know he was free to use yours. The two of you had a good connection, and continued this on for a while longer.
BONUS
“So… Denks. Why the ever loving fuck did you choose Fenk8?” It was Kirishima that asked that while you all lounged on your couch. The entire squad knew how you and Danki got together, apparently he never shut up about you in the beginning. Always mentioning the really cool baker guy that made the best sweets. It was actually Bakugou that stole Denki’s phone and made the request for the video call that night. Tired of hearing the electric blond complaining over how awesome you were.“Heh… Funny story. It was supposed to be Denk8, but I misspelt it while signing up and didn’t notice. Cn’t change your username, even if you’re a pro apparently. If you said it out loud it was supposed to sound like my name. The 8 was for my di-” Cut off by a pillow thrown at him by Hanta while Mina died laughing. You even couldn’t help the laughter as you heard what was shouted through the pillow over his mouth. “-CK PIERCINGS! BECAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR EACH INCH OF MY COCK!”
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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years
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(submission) what are your thoughts on dan convicing serena to stay on the ues in s6? i hate that and i thought it was very out of character for dan (yes even for evil!dan) considering how dan was to jenny in 4x06, the fact that dan never stopped loving her (lmao, i get why blair would want serena to stay even knowing that it would better for her to leave but dan? if he truly loved her, why would u make her stay in that shithole???) and how important it was for serena and their relationship that dan wasnt from the ues and was different from its society (like serena said: WHY THE HELL would she stay or listen to him considering that place turned dan to “Bart Bass” lol) 
sorry, i ranted for too long. i would love to read your opinion. 
hmmm. honestly, i haven’t thought about this too much, mostly because analysing dan in s6 feels extremely redundant (evil!dan and all that.) i don’t think he loved her, i think he just sort of needed her because she was all he had left, and i think in that context it makes sense for him to ask her to stay (but it’s evil.) tbh i found it more creepy that he hung out with bart bass and used his friendship with bart bass in order to buy a flat in an “elite” apartment that wouldn’t have given him that house to live in otherwise, just so he could be serena’s neighbour. like, that is joe-level of creepy, and that is not dan. serena was like, done with him, and dan was like, sike! we’re neighbours now! 
i think that’s sort of the crux of evil!dan, in the sense of like. evil!dan needs serena. evil!dan cannot function without serena. evil!dan made all his other friends hate him, evil!dan hates his family. serena is all he has. serena is the only person he needs. he would do anything for serena. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for serena. even if she’s explictly told him to stay away. he’s obsessed with her! this characterisation of dan really pisses me off; it makes even less sense than s5 serena (& that’s really saying something) and when people act like dan was ALWAYS this character i’m just like *blinks*. like, did we watch the same show? s1 dan would kill s6 dan with a knife to the neck.
ANYWAY. i didn’t think dan convincing serena to stay was super out of character. he was at this point where she was the only positive thing in his life, and he was ~evil~ on top of that. *halsey voice* he couldn’t stand the person inside him so he turned all the mirrors around. but serena made it better.
a more generous interpretation of that gesture…. i’ve got one. so bear with me a bit while i just, give context i guess.
serena leaving the ues wasn’t like, a “i’m going to follow my heart, i’ve always wanted to leave.” it was an “i hate who i’ve become, i hate what i feel, i hate everything this place symbolises, i’m going to run away.” it’s not unlike the first time she leaves, pre-season 1. the fact that nate & blair don’t know that she’s leaving i think is the BIGGEST tell. 
if serena was really leaving because she thought it’d make her happy, wouldn’t she tell nate & blair? nate wants serena to be happy, he wouldn’t stop her. blair, too, would initially be like :( but she wouldn’t force serena to stay if she could see that serena would truly be happy elsewhere, as long as serena keeps in touch and all that. serena leaving wasn’t self care; it was a trauma response, in my reading. she just snapped, and couldn’t take it anymore. 
and in that context, i think dan asking her to stay (bear in mind, i’m thinking regular!dan, dan my son, not evil!dan) makes sense. it could be in the context of, ‘you ran away once, serena, and when you got back you had to rebuild everything. if you really want to leave, i support you, but you should plan. you have to take care of yourself, and leaving like this is not taking care of yourself. this city has been cruel to you, but all the people who love you are here.’ i feel like dan would encourage her to think on it. not to just leave at the drop of a hat. but to spend a few days just making a plan. deciding on what she wants. and if she still wants to run away without telling a soul, then he’d let her. but i think he would encourage her to stop and think.
so yeah, my tl;dr response is basically: i think it was in character for evil!dan to beg her to stay and all that. he wanted her to stay for him. but were dan not evil, i think he would’ve still asked her to think over it. i think regular!dan would’ve wanted to know that whatever decision serena was making was a choice that was right for her. he would’ve made her reflect. and if she still wanted to leave, he would’ve let her go.
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1x08 - Seventeen Candles
It took me longer than intended (again) but here’s the recap for this episode, which is another of my all time faves. 
Once again posting under a break because this got way too long. 
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Thoughts I had while watching the episode:
The start of this episode is hilarious. There’s being melodramatic, and then there’s Blair Waldorf, guess that’s what happens when one surrenders their virtue to a self absorbed ass. 
Seriously the way she describes the whole thing to the priest is so funny. Also 20 minutes? wow girl. Thank god he’s a total pig who will act as if it never happened... yeah
Vanessa? Serena. To be honest I wouldn’t put it past him
One wants to be open minded and be kinder and objective with characters I hated the first time around, but God Vanessa is so annoying
Blair coming out of the church, exchanging her little facinator for those glasses, “one week of danger” playing in the background is just one of those scenes that really got stuck in my mind, girl’s killing it
“Would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?” this is so one of my fave scenes of them, it sets the mood so much. 
Nate’s parents are so patronizing 
Remember when mp3 players were a thing?... somethings never change though, like parents having to deal with teens isolating themselves via earphones.
I still don’t like the Vanderbilt Ring, also llike “im not asking you to get engaged son, but please give your girlfriend this engament ring” and the way Anne say’s it, Nate’s mom is such a pro at emotional blackmail.
Blair jumping around in her room, thanking God because her boyfriend bought the diamond necklace, aww. Also this is so relatable, the jumping around obviously, not the diamonds.
I sort of have a soft spot for Chuck standing akwardly behind the door not knowing how to deal with his best friend..,this is such a disaster waiting to happen and I’m loving it
Smooth Chuc, hiding the little gift back before Nate notices it (gotta confess I didn’t notice he did this the first time around, oh the pleasures of a rewatch)
Typical, your best friend that never pays attention for once is catching up on the little facts, like you shouldn’t know he broke up with his girlfriend
Though... If the town car was waiting for Nate to take him to Victrola, and it’s Blair the one that ends up using, shouldn’t have Nate realized that Blair and Chuck saw each other last ninght
The good old days when Chuck cared only about three things “Money, the pleasures money gave him, and Nate”, and even then when he’s saying it, is already kind of a lie.
He may have his own agenda, but yeah regardless Nate did needed to put a stop with his parents 
She’s been in like three episodes and she already has invated herself to like two UES parties already, wow Vanessa.
“you wish, no you wish” and then the butterflies!!!!! This is a scene that admitedly I’ve seen more than once already and I love it every time. Chuck’s a delight here.
The real first of one of those shared moments of Jenny and Nate... the fist tase I would said.
“Blair about Vanessa being like This is such a problem” you don’t know the half of it.
That little wage was so pointless, as if Chuck would have left Blair alone.
Watching them play guitar hero is making me so nostalgic.
“You didn’t tell her?” she may say it wiht a smile and innocent eyes, but no Vanessa, I don’t buy it, and it was bitchy.
You get grosser by the minute, and you get older” :’) also, that’s a really pretty cake.
Happy Birthday B! What a bitch
Nate finally growing some spine and putting a stop to his parents manipulations.
Seriously how pretty is that necklace. Also I’ve never really thought it but Blair probably wore that dress (which I love) and her hair up because her previous call to the jeweler.
Serena’s face in the end is prceless is just like “oh god no, what a mess”
I missed Lily
Honestly 1x07&1x08 are some of my favorite episodes in the whole series. And this rewatch hasn’t changed that. While 1x07 is in some ways the turning point of the show, this is the first episode that Chuck and Blair are one of the main plots, and since the start it doesn’t dissapoints.
One of the things I love about this episode is how teenage-ry it feels. The focus of the episode is typical teenage drama: break ups, hook ups, a bit of jelousy between the girlfriend and the best friend. Made me a tad nostalgic, and much more interested in the storylines involving the young cast. In part because I honestly don’t care about the Humphrey family drama, and by this point is obvious how shitty Nate’s parents are. Also there was no rufly which I’ve enjoyed a lot the past few episodes.
So, this episode is the one where the little animosity between Serena and Vanessa comes to an end, and it just shows that in the end Serena is very understanding and also really friendly, I do like that it never actually evolves into a catfight, seriously is a shame to see girls fight for a guy, worse if the guy is Dan Humphrey. There was also Nate and Jenny, which I enjoyed because this was the first real tease of what could be between them... it’s also the moment where Nate finally decides that the best for him and Blait is to break up, so far my main issue with Nate is that he lacked the nerve to really do what he needed to do, from breaking up with Blair to standing up to his parents, he does both this episode. Finally
Obviously Chuck and Blair were my favorite part or the episode. Lowkey is a very telling episode about how they see each other, and their eventual dynamic.
One side there’s Blair. Beyond how hilarious it is to see her confessing at church after sleeping with Chuck Bass, one line in her tirade is quite interesting: “he’s a pig who will act like it never happened”. If one thinks about what we been showed of Chuck so far this is in many ways a very logical conclussion. To Blair’s surprise he does no such thing: he seeks her out for breakfest and it’s clearly no interested in pretending it never happened, he’s actually embracing it, Blair wants to go back to how things were before; the only life she knows
Sure last night she realized that her relationship with Nate had reached it’s end, and that there was much relief in that because in many ways her failing relationship with Nate was a constant reminder of all her insecurities, and that relief led her to just be and do whatever, and what she did well that wasn’t on the plan at all. “No one of my friends would understand” and I guess in a way she doesn’t understand her impulses either, and Blair doesn’t deal well with change, and so she goes into denial mode, and that means gaining her boyfriend back.
And so the episode goes and we see her on and on trying to grasp to her Nate once more, and Chuck is constantly there telling her basically two things: 1) let’s do it again because what happened yesterday won’t leave my mind, and that’s weird and 2) accept reality, in this case you and Nate are done. She stubornly holds to her ideas until everything crashes around her, and once it does Chuck’s still there, and she finally sees him, listens and gives in. And just like the song last episode in retrospective is almost a preview of how their relationship is going to play out, their behavior this episode is also a preview of what ends up being a predominant dynamic their whole relationship, the details and circunstances are going to vary, but Blair’s going to hold with eveything she has to what she believes her life should be, the script she wants that it’s probably best without Chuck and him trying to prove her wrong and that best option is them.
Whereas Blair’s actions are consisten to what we know of her so far, Chuck’s actions doesn’t. So far he’s been a giant asshole to all the female population, a self absorbed womanizer who once he got wanted is like “thank u, next”. Sure he and Blair are close friends but still, to him sex is just sex and she knows how he is, that’s why he asked her if she was sure. That’s what we know and what we could have expected of him. Instead he seeks her out, and when he rejects him, he still doesn’t hesitate her and he goes out a buy hers the gift she’s expecting from her boyfriend. Who happens to be his best friend
From the episode where Nate gets tricked by Carter we learned how loyal Chuck is to Nate and that their friendship is really important to him. And yet he doesn’t hesite to try to stir him far far away from Blair, sure the advices he gives him is good for Nate but he says more in the vain of keeping Blair single rather than in Nate’s best interest. Chuck schemes,we know but up until now it was hard to picture him scheming against him.
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The more interesting bit for me is however the first scene between him and Blair at the balcony; not only because it points to the fact that these characters are equals “you forget who you’re talking to, so do you” but mainly because of the answer he gives when Blair ask him if he likes her, he doesn’t denies it he even admits to having butterfies and sure he claims he is ashamed and suprised by it even bactracks a little but it’s a very quick admission anyway, and it makes me wonder the why of it. Why is he so eager to explore this? It’s not his style and if he wanted only sex he knows he could achieved that easily some where else
It’s obvious they had chemistry between them, and that in itself may be a good reason, but to me it’s probably because on some subconcious level he liked her even before this. It’s not that I picture him pining for her in the background for her waiting sadly for the day she dumped Nate, more like he was lowkey always fascinated by her, on the earlier episodes there is more than one shot of him in the background watching her closesly, with a knowing smirk and amused by whatever she did.
So there’s this girl he finds interesting, extremely atractive, and also a close friend that he gets along really well to the point of being the one he takes to see his first business venture, and know she’s unattached and he also enjoyed quite a lot having sex with her, and for the first time he really stops to think about it and it’s quite obvious there was something there, fluttering, he’s just noticing it now because he can.
That scene where he gaves her the necklace he has being somewhat in smarmy mode before but when he see she’s hurt he tries to make her happy and as honest as he can be, last episode when it was just a dare between friends he tells her she’s ten times hotter than the dances, this episode he says “something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of it’s beauty” the diference in sentiment is amazing because now there’s feeling behind it, and it’s such an honest and tender moment, this is the moment when the posibilty of Chuck and Blair finally takes root in both their minds (also that shoulder kiss is one of my favorite details ever through the show)
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For the longest time I didn’t believe he felt something for her pre limo, but the more I think about it especially the way things happen later, for him to be that into her since the first moment and how it hit him when things went wrong it had to be because it was something he had felt in some way for a time, he’s not surprised because he felt something for the first time, I think he’s surprised by how much and because he quite can’t believe it’s a possibilty, this something he never dared to really think about.
Random bits:
Silas was the creepy monk in the Da Vinci Code right?
They actually used the demo version of “one week of danger” in this episode, I’ve heard the actual finished one, but I’m ruined and prefer the demo one.
Search TM, because we can’t use google’s name
Falling like Britney at the VMA’s, it’s hard to think that was so long ago.
I love Serena’s dress, chic and comfy. 
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M, T, and U for the fic asks?
thanks! this got really long so i put the second two under the read more. questions are from here
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
lol so many. here’s my list of wips
dair
a prequel/dan pov to my ues dan/brooklyn blair fic
libeled lady au
gentlemen prefer blondes au
sabrina au
the 100 au (s1 only lol)
seblaine
got a few chapters left of my s3 mckinley au and then i’ll probably do more little s4 one shots. i’ve got part of a glease one written
i have like 8000 words of a roman holiday au?? i think it was for one of the seblaine week promps last year but i didn’t finish in time. it needs a lot of work and i haven’t decided whether to stay true to the movie ending or not
a fuller version of post-series seblaine at nyu together
other
i know i’ve already written a room with a view au for dair but i also have one for jess/rory lol. it’s a modern au though, set between s4 and 5 when rory goes to europe with emily. the big difference from canon is that luke moved to nyc to help take care of jess when his dad skipped out so neither of them know the gilmores when they run into rory in italy
a zutara fic where aang doesn’t reappear to defeat the firelord so zuko and katara, who beat azula as planned, are now stuck in the middle of the fire nation cut off from the rest of the resistance. high stress fake dating ensues.
i’d forgotten about half of these so let me know which sound interesting! i can do the wip meme thing of posting an excerpt
T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?
not really? the only thing that’s an automatic no for me is first person fic. i’m also generally not a fan of arranged marriage/imprinting/soulmate au stuff, all those tropes that skip over the getting together part and make it mandatory. that said, i have liked fics with each of those so it’s not a dealbreaker.
U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
i mean, margottenenbaum’s gossip girl fics are like half the reason i still devote any thought to gossip girl. they’re so incisive and perfectly capture who these characters are, or who they could have been, and there’s always at least one line that just knocks you out. shout out to according to keats and fitzgerald, the fic that made me love serena, and without a key, the fic that made me love nate and was one of the things that inspired my own s1 role swap au.
similarly, i think xsaturated’s glee fics are most of the reason i’m into seblaine at all. i originally quit glee after s2 and wasn’t part of the fandom so these fics were what made me fall in love with blaine and sebastian, both the characters and the ship. shout out to a caution to the birds, the first glee fic i ever read and still my favorite, and this blaine/jesse friendship fic, which is a delight.
another favorite is chash, who is so unbelievably prolific i still can’t wrap my mind around it. there was a several year period where there would be at least one new chash bellarke fic a week and they would always brighten my day. they’ve got a hallmark movie like comfort to them and honestly, the further divorced they are from the show the better.
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hurt-care · 5 years
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Behind the Scenes
So, @salamanderskin and I had the pleasure of writing together again for the first time in ages! This one features her OC, Frank, who you can read about here and my new OC, Hugh. This is set in England in the late 1940s, post-war. Enjoy!
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The end of another show. The cast filtered back into the dressing rooms to change, chorus dancers stretched out muscles, musicians wrestled instruments back into cases and the magician's glamorous assistant worked cold-cream into her stubborn stage makeup. Most of the Cabaret cast were keen to leave and find a pint at the bar while it was still serving. Soon enough, backstage was nearly empty, the lights dimmed and costumes folded more or less neatly away for the matinee the next day. Only one performer was left, leaning against a counter with his head propped on his arms. His dark hair had enough gel to hold it in position despite his angle, still in a smooth side-parting away from a handsome, good-natured face. Frank Westmore, fast asleep.
Hugh Morris pushed the dressing room door open with his hip, arms full with a bucket, mop, and rags. Whistling quietly to himself, he set down the bucket and sloshed the mop in. The deserted dressing room glowed softly under the vanity light bulbs surrounding the varied mirrors. Pausing to check his reflection in the glass, Hugh suddenly felt the rush of startled fear as he saw the man on the opposite corner of the room.
The mop clattered out of the bucket, spilling the water onto the tiled floor. Hugh spun around, his heart racing.
“Oh my god, sir, I’m sorry,” he stammered, rushing to gather the mop and bucket. “I thought you was a ghost for a moment. They said everyone had gone and it was alright to start the cleaning. And they told me the theatre was haunted, but then again, aren’t all theatres haunted? S’what I’ve heard, anyhow.”
“Hmm?” The ghost in question raised his head, holding a hand in front of his eyes against the light. He shook his head groggily. It took a good few seconds to establish where he was, then he offered Hugh a disarming smile.
“I- no- it’s just me. Is it late?” His words were interrupted by ticklish cough smothered against his shoulder.
“Half-past ten,” Hugh said, consulting his watch. “The others haven’t been gone too long. I heard a few of ‘em discussing going down to the club around the corner. But I don’t know who they were. I just started last week and this is my first shift after a show.”
He stepped forward, extending his hand towards Frank.
“Hugh Morris,” he said with practiced politeness that seemed stuffy coming from his otherwise rather bohemian air. His trousers were a size too large and slouched on his thin hips, cinched with a belt. And the auburn hair that framed a lightly-freckled face was a touch too long and it curled around his ears and at the nape of his neck.
The other man rose and shook hands. “Frank.” He looked Hugh up and down. The man looked like he would fit in at the theatre just fine. Was it really half ten already? He thought he’d only laid his head down for a few moments. Speaking made him cough again and he had to clear his throat before continuing.
“How are you liking it so far? Did you see any of the show?”
“Only the last bit with the magician,” Hugh replied, taking up the fallen mop and leaning on it. “But it seems like a nice spot. I just moved into town to help out my uncle but his business is a bit...well, a bit conservative for my tastes. I figured I’d find more of my sort of people here and I like to keep busy, so the night shift suits me fine. I’d like to be a stagehand, really, but they had a spot for a cleaner. That’s alright though; I’ve worked pretty much every job under the sun.”
“What about you?” he asked. “How long have you been here? You’re a performer?”
“Dance in the chorus.” Frank explained. “It’s a pretty good gig, you’ll soon find your feet. It’s my first season and everyone welcomed me in straight away. Here, let me move my stuff and you can talk and mop, or we’ll be here all night.”
He gathered his waistcoat and jacket from the the floor at his feet and returned them to his hanger. Then without further warning and no shame at all, he unbuttoned removed his shirt and hung that up too. He turned to rummage for his street clothes with only his undershirt on, rubbing his upper arms for warmth. As he bent over into his bag his shoulder shuddered in a sudden sneeze. “hWRSHuh!-WRSSHue!... excuse me.” He continued dressing, shaking his head muzzily.
“A dancer, huh?” Hugh said, sloshing the mop into the bucket and starting on the floor. “I wish I could dance. I think I might have two left feet.”
He glanced up shyly at the back of Frank as he removed his shirt.
Looks like a dancer, he thought to himself, admiring the smooth lines of the man’s torso as he bent to look for his clothes. And that bum…definitely a dancer.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden double sneeze.
“Bless you!” he said, pushing aside a clothing rack with his foot and sweeping the mop behind it. “It’s a drafty place, this theatre. I think I should probably bring something warmer next time. You alright?”
“Fine, I…” Frank’s voice cracked and he released a rushing “hWRSHuh!” into the back of his wrist.
“Think I might have caught whatever’s going around.” He shrugged, with a smile to show it wasn’t serious. He certainly didn’t want the new cleaner to avoid him or create any awkwardness. Frank finished dressing in a hurry.
“Bless you,” Hugh repeated. “Going around, eh? I guess I ought to clean extra well.”
He finished his work on the floor and turned to scrubbing down the sink in the corner of the dressing room. Glancing up into the mirror, he watched Frank as the man finished buttoning up his shirt. It was hard to believe that someone as handsome as that was only in the chorus.
“I’m nearly done here,” Hugh said, running the tap. “I was going to put a pot of tea on in the green room before I head home. Did you want some?”
The dancer looked as though he was about to decline, them shrugged and gave Hugh another warm smile. “Why not?” He grabbed a cloth from the counter and helped Hugh finish the last few jobs, then the two walked to the green room side by side.
He heating in there had been turned off and it the air had an icy edge that set Frank coughing again. While Hugh put his bucket away he took a moment to blow his nose and try to rearrange himself. There was no denying the tight threads of a headache behind his eyes and he was sure he must look groggy and half-asleep. Perhaps he could sit and put his head in his hands just for a moment, while the kettle boiled. That was how Hugh found him when he returned.
“You look like you should be home in bed,” Hugh said when he re-entered the green room. “I won’t keep you.”
He poured the boiling water from the kettle into an old, chipped Brown Betty and set it to steep.
Settling into the couch opposite Frank, he stretched out his legs and rocked his neck side to side, feeling the pull on tight, tired muscles.
“So, where were you before you came here to dance?” he asked, leaning forward to pour the tea into mugs. He passed a steaming cup to Frank. “Sorry, I looked but there’s no honey.”
“What-? Oh, that’s sweet of you.”
As he took the tea he gave Hugh a thoughtful look, meeting the man’s eyes. Kind eyes, he thought, liking them immediately. “I’ve been dancing a few different places. London mostly. Brighton. I was drafted right at the end of the war, got to France and got sent home again. Lucky really. My old lady didn’t really want me home again, so here I am.” He says it’s lightly, like it’s nothing. It only stings a little these days. He hopes Hugh will understand the unspoken implication. The theatre is as safe as place to be queer as any, the rest of middle England not so much. He watches Hugh carefully, to gauge a reaction.
“Here you are,” Hugh said, smiling. “A fellow soldier. Though I suppose most of us were involved somehow. I was in the Merchant Navy, myself. Stationed down off the tip of South America. Didn’t see much action there beyond dodging icebergs and chasing the occasional penguin off the deck.”
There was no action in South America, but the way home had been a different matter altogether. He rarely talked about the U-Boat attack, or the hours in the frigid Atlantic waiting for the rescue vessel, or the way his left leg ached to the point of a limp when it rained. He did not talk about Jack, who had been his closest confidante on the ship, and the fact that he didn’t make it out of the water that day.
Clearing the thoughts of the war from his mind, he focused on his cup of tea and the handsome man sitting across from him. He did not respond to Frank’s comment about his ‘old lady’ not wanting him home. Hugh was fairly certain he understood Frank’s meaning, but this sort of thing was a delicate dance and the last thing he wanted to do was offend a new colleague.
Frank actually snorted his tea when Hugh mentioned the penguin. “You’ll have to tell me the whole of that story when I’m awake enough to listen.” He watched Hugh’s face, wondering if he really caught a moment of sadness on there. He, too, did not want to offend.
His tea finished, Frank stood and stretched. His nose was tickling something fierce and scrubbed it with the heel of his hand was no longer making any difference.
“Thanks for tea but I’d better be go-oh-ing…” he managed, trying to keep his voice steady.
“I think that’s probably for the best,” agreed Hugh. “I’ve just got to shut out the house lights and lock check in with the door guard and I’m good to go. What direction are you headed? I’ll walk with you a bit, if you’re headed down towards Brook Street.”
“Yes, that’s…” It was no good. Frank’s voice hovered up an octave as he tried to continue. “That’s-“ he gave up and managed a “sorry, gonnasneeze…”which bought him just enough time to pull out a white handkerchief before a heavy fit overtook him.
“hmptCHSsshhoo! CHSSsshoo! hWRSHoo!!”
It took the man a minute to get his breath back. He shook his head and gave Hugh an inquiring look. “Are you sure? M’not exactly good company… I feel like a mess.”
“Bless you,” Hugh offered sympathetically. He patted his trouser pocket, hoping to find a spare handkerchief to offer, but he’d left it in his coat. “It’s alright. I’m walking that way anyhow. Might as well go together.”
He gathered his coat and bag from a nearby storage room and put away the tea things while Frank gathered up his own belongings. They walked down the hallway and up the stairs to the back of the theatre orchestra seats. Hugh reached for the panel of lighting and switched off the breakers for the house lights, plunging the room into darkness. Alone in the middle of the stage, the ghostlight shone just enough light to make out the arch of the proscenium and the gilded footlights along the front of the stage.
“Besides being all lit up for a show, I think it’s the most beautiful in here like this,” he said, staring up at the light.
“Wonderful.” Frank agreed, voice soft. It wasn’t the stage he was looking at.
The walk home went too quickly. Frank enjoyed his new friend’s chatter and contributed as much as he could, but most of his attention was focused on minding his now dripping nose, subtly wiping it whenever Hugh’s attention was diverted. He muffled a series of sneezes into the sleeve of his coat but managed to keep walking and listening to the man’s pleasant voice. It was much colder than previous days and he found himself wishing for gloves and a scarf.
At the corner of his street he paused. “This is my stop. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be in around eight, actually. They asked if I could take care of concessions for the intermission. I guess the usual guy is out.”
He shrugged and grinned.
“I haven’t worked food since I was sixteen slinging popcorn at the local ballpark, but I think I’ll manage.”
He thought about extending his hand to shake Frank’s, but one look at his reddening nose made Hugh think twice. Poor guy. Instead, he settled on a nod and a smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Get some rest.”
He watched Frank retreat down the side street before strolling onward to his flat above his uncle’s office. It was a sparse but cozy little spot furnished with a twin bed, an armchair, and a desk along with his own sink for washing up. The toilet and kitchen were shared with one of his uncle’s clerks who lived at the opposite end of the flat, but he was away visiting his ill mother for the week.
Hugh limped slightly up the stairs, feeling the strain of a day spent on his feet. He settled into his arm chair, massaging his sore knee while his thoughts drifted to the handsome dancer. Fingers crossed that he’d get more time to talk to Frank tomorrow.
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By the time five o’clock rolled around the next day, Hugh was eager to leave the office and to get to the theatre. He didn’t mind the work in his uncle’s firm, but it was boring columns of numbers and figures calculated alongside a dozen other men who had no discernable passions or interesting personalities. The theatre was a much more colourful cast of characters.
He ate a quick dinner in his room, had a cat nap, washed up and changed, and then headed down to the stage door. The show had already begun and Hugh peered in through the back audience doors, craning his neck for a glimpse of Frank among those assembled onstage.
It wasn’t long before his patience was rewarded with a tap dance from a few members of the men’s chorus line. They were smartly turned out in black tailcoats that span outwards as they turned. Of the three, one caught the eye; for the sharpness of his movements and for his genuine, handsome smile which recanted all the way to his eyes. The shadows under his eyes and pale sheen to his cheeks were only noticeable if you knew to look for them, which Hugh did.
Poor Frank looked just as ill as yesterday, but you wouldn’t know it from the dancing. Hugh watched, transfixed.
“Have you fetched the bottles of wine from the cellar yet?” a voice behind Hugh whispered sharply. He spun around to see Mr. Thompson, the house manager.
“No, sir,” Hugh said, shutting the theatre doors from the lobby quietly. “I was just about to.”
“We aren’t paying you to watch the show,” Mr. Thompson chastised.
“No, I know, sorry,” Hugh apologized, rushing to prepare the intermission concessions.
Soon the lobby was filled with patrons enjoying a glass of wine and a cigarette between acts. Hugh managed well enough but was relieved when the bell chimed to signal the patrons to return to their seats. With the second act underway, Hugh tidied up the concessions stall and wandered towards backstage, digging in the closet for a broom and biding his time sweeping the back hall by the dressing rooms. He wasn’t technically scheduled to start his cleaning shift until after the show was over and the actors had gone, but he had an ulterior motive to the early start: he was hoping to chat with Frank again.
In the distance, he heard the roar of the applauding crowd. The show was just finishing up. Soon, a stream of singers, dancers, and other acts flooded into the hall and Hugh stepped aside, leaning casually on the broom as his eyes scanned the crowd.
He heard Frank before he saw him. There was a terrible, damp-sounding cough from around the corner and then Frank appeared, still in his top hat and tails.
Unaware he was being watched, Frank turned away towards to wall to cough hard into his handkerchief. His other hand rested on top of his breast-bone, nursing a tightness that wouldn’t seem to shift. When the fit subsided he looked up at the other man, startled. His pupils were huge in the low light.
“Hello! How long have you been standing there?” He waved a hand to show it didn’t matter, but a distinct blush rose in his neck and the tops of his ears. He would have preferred to pull himself together and ‘accidentally’ run into his new friend at a time of his own choosing. Oh well, too late now. To make matters worse the prickling need to sneeze, which had never been far away throughout the performance, fanned to unavoidable levels and he could only draw a quick panting gasp before doubling into the handkerchief, stifling it as much as he could.
“ah-dZsch!”He recovered with what he hoped was a casual smile. “You should do a better job with your cleaning. It’s awfully dusty down here.”
“Long enough. You look dreadful, but somehow I don’t think my cleaning is to blame,” Hugh said gently. “Cold not improving? I can’t believe you didn’t call out of the show. I saw a bit of your number and there’s no way I could do that with a clogged head.”
He smiled sympathetically.
“The kettle is on in the green room if you want some tea. I just heard the stage manager say so.”
The dancer laughed a soft, almost shy, “hah” at the news that Hugh has seen his act. About himself he replied, “It’s really nothing. But tea sounds great. Do you have time for one before you start? It’s freezing down here.”
“I need to wait for everyone to clear out of the dressing rooms,” Hugh confirmed. “So I have a while. You want to get out of your show things and I’ll pour us some cups?”
“Deal.”
Frank changed as quickly as possible. The moment where he was naked between changing shirts made his skin stand up in gooseflesh with shivers that reached his teeth and made them chatter. It was a relief to put on the thick jumper he’d brought with him and he added his overcoat too. He pulled a comb through his hair and let the pomade already in there do it’s work. Close enough. His nose was really stuffed now. He tried blowing it with very little success and wished he’d brought another handkerchief with him, but they were at home and he wanted to put off going home for as long as he could.
Hugh’s auburn hair made him easy to spot in the green room. Frank accepted the cup of tea gratefully and curled his fingers around the mug for warmth.
“Thanks.” He said, sitting himself on the edge of a sofa and patting the seat next to him for Hugh to join him. “I could do with something warm. The heat’s off at my house again, really need to get it seen to.” Another round of damp coughing rather proved his point. He learned away from Hugh as best as he could, careful not to spill his drink.
Hugh sat down with his own mug and frowned at the admission.
“Your heat’s off?” he asked. “But it’s been so cold and damp out. I mean, more than it usually is...you know, England and all that nonsense about our climate. But really...it’s a terrible time of year to go without heat.”
And there was that brutal cough again. Hugh resisted the urge to put a hand on the man’s back to comfort him but instead he dug into his trouser pocket for the clean handkerchief he’d packed that morning.
“Here,” he said, passing it over. “I can’t believe you spent a night in a house with no heat and with a cold too!”
Before he really knew what he way saying, the words tumbled out.
“My flat’s really quite cozy and the heating works almost toowell sometimes. There’s one of those big steam radiators in my room and it clunks and clatters all night long. Why don’t you come and stay there until you heat gets repaired? I can’t let you go home like this knowing you’ve got no way to get warm.”
Frank accepted the handkerchief with ease and a grateful smile, but hovered over the invitation. He eyed Hugh, trying to gauge if it was a genuine offer, because it was certainly tempting. “I mean… are you serious?” He thought of his cold, damp room and the prospect of somewhere he could actually get some rest, and some pleasant company to boot. “What are you, an angel?”
Hugh laughed loudly.
“Far from it,” he said. “But I know what it’s like to be in a place without heat and you seem like the sort who won’t rob me blind. So, it’s all yours.”
He fished into his pocket for his key ring and removed the single gold house key from it.
“It’s 13B Mountsfield Ave. Go in the door to the left of the office front and upstairs. My room’s the one on the right. My flatmate Stephen has the room at the end of the hall but he’s up in Cardiff for the week, so don’t worry about disturbing anyone. Kitchen’s through the sitting room and the loo is down the hall before Stephen’s door.”
He dropped the key into Frank’s hand.
“There’s a kettle in the kitchen and tea in cupboard beside the stove. And there should be some food in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you like. Spare handkerchiefs are in the box on top of my dresser, if you need one.”
He drained his mug of tea and gave Frank one last friendly smile.
“I should start on the cleaning. Usually the principals are clear of their rooms by now. Make yourself at home and I should be back by eleven at the latest.”
“You’re really sure? Thanks a million. That’s brilliant.” Normally he might have protested more and been more effusively thankful, but honestly Frank was too exhausted to overthink the offer. All he could do was accept the key, and the smile, and shake his head in happy puzzlement as his new friend left on his rounds.
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Frank Westmore stood in front of the kettle in Hugh’s little flat, waiting to muffle the sound as soon as it began to whistle. He made himself a cup of tea, trying hard not to pry into Hugh’s sparse living arrangements too much.
As Hugh has promised, it was pleasantly warm inside, a wonderful contrast to the outside air where a fine drizzle was beginning to fall. Frank had on a thick woollen jumper that had been knitted for him by the mother of a friend. His hair was tousled from it’s usual neatness and fell to one side of his face, the darkness contrasting his pale skin. He may have been warm but he honestly felt awful. When he first let himself in to the flat he had been stifling his outbursts of sneezing, not wanting to disturb the neighbours through the thin walls. It soon proved impossible and he surrendered himself to sneezing thickly into a borrowed hankie every five minutes or so. He was well aware he sounded dreadful and was too tired to care.
He sat down on the sofa and listened to the sound of the rain on the window and the unfamiliar creaks and gurgles of an unfamiliar house, fingers gripping the mug for warmth. He felt weak and shivery enough to wonder if he had a temperature and fervently hoped not. He was causing his new friend enough trouble already. He had been home with plenty of gentlemen after less that acquaintance than this, but this was a different matter altogether. As soon as the tea was finished he found a blanket on the back of the sofa and tucked it over his legs, curling his tall frame into the sofa. Perhaps he could close his eyes for a few minutes…
Back at the theatre, Hugh went about his cleaning duties. When he’d emptied the last of the trash cans and swept the dressings room, he bid farewell to the stage door guard and stepped out into the rainy night. A glance at his wristwatch showed the time to be nearly eleven. The streets were quiet on his walk home and he hurried along, eager to be out of the rain. With his spare key, he let himself into his flat and climbed the stairs slowly. The damp weather always aggravated his old war injury and his knee throbbed insistently.
He reached the landing and shed his coat, hanging it on the coat rack alongside Frank’s. Then, with careful steps, he crept into the small sitting room.
On the sofa, Frank snored softly, sounding completely miserable with congestion. Hugh frowned and stood watching the man for a moment. He chastised himself for not offering Frank the use of his bed, where he’d be far more comfortable. Frank’s position on the couch was an awkward cramming of limbs that looked like it might result in a sore neck in the morning.
Still, it didn’t seem worth it to wake the sleeping man for that. Even in the dim moonlight, Frank’s face looked pale and exhausted as he slept, his mouth hanging open slightly in a battle for air.
Hugh went down to the kitchen and poured himself two fingers of Scotch. He wandered into his own room, pausing to look at his reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall. Looking back at him was a tall auburn-haired man with lines beginning to form around his eyes and a shadow of stubble on his chin. He yawned and then stuck his tongue out at his own reflection. Who was he kidding trying to woo someone as handsome as Frank?                                            
“ah-dZsch!”
His thoughts were interrupted by a hoarse, congested sounding sneeze. Then another, then another. Frank struggled to sit up on the sofa and helplessly cupped his hands over his nose and mouth as the ticklish sensation flared. “ah-dZsch!dZsch!--dZsch!”He tried to give his host an apology but his breath caught in an unsteady inhale and a heavy, “hWRSHoo!! … ugh.”
There was still a sneezy, irritated look around his eyes but he managed, “Hugh! How -snf-was your shift?”
“Christ, man,” Hugh said, come out into the living room and catching the end of the brutal fit. “Bless you.”
He sank down into the armchair opposite the sofa and shrugged.
“It was alright. One of the girls spilled her setting powder in the dancers’ dressing room. Took me ages to get all of it cleaned up.”
With a lop-sided, sympathetic smile he added, “Better question is how are you?”
“I’ve been worse.” He was actually feeling better for the sleep, well enough to tease Hugh a little.
“Don’t let me keep you up if you’re going to bed. The sofa’s just fine. Though I have to ask… do you invite all the dancers back to your flat or just the really charming ones?” There was no doubt in his mind that any chance he might have had was ruined now Hugh had seen him like this, but it was his nature to at least give it a try. He finished the statement with another ticklish sneeze and a wry smile.
“Hey!” Hugh said playfully. “I told you it was my first week on the job. What kind of guy do you take me for?”
He was certain this was flirting. What he wasn’t sure about was whether Frank was one of those cads who flirted with anything with legs, or if this was genuine. Frank certainly seemed genuine enough, so Hugh pushed his luck a little.
“I promise you,” he said with mock seriousness. “I only ever invite handsome, charming ones back but they’ve been awfully hard to find. I had to find one with broken heating as an excuse to get him to come over. Can you believe that?”
“Times are certainly hard, when this is best the theatre has to offer.” Frank agreed with equal sincerity, gesturing to himself with vague emphasis on his nose and throat.
He came and sat on the arm of Hugh’s chair, then asked, “Oh, are you hurt? You sit with your leg funny.” Almost immediately he realised how that sounded and his cheeks flushed.
“Err, it’s an old injury,” Hugh said, glancing down at his knee. “From the war.”
He felt a strange reluctance to admit it. There were many men who came back injured in much more serious and life-altering ways. A bit of an ache was nothing, really.
“At least I know I’ll never be a dancer,” he said with an awkward laugh.
Frank was sitting so close now and Hugh shifted in the chair, unsure of what to do with himself. He glanced up at Frank’s flushed face and they exchanged a small smile. Hugh bit his lip, gathering his courage, and slipped a hand casually onto Frank’s thigh.
“I’ll leave the dancing to you,” he said.
Frank brought his own hand to meet Hugh’s and intertwined their fingers.
“We’ll see about that.” He murmured.
There was a long moment. Frank played his thumb over the tendons in Hugh’s hands, enjoying the lean strength. He almost held his breath, savouring the moment and the possibility. Unfortunately all the pleasant company in the world couldn’t stop his nose from running. He cursed inwardly as he felt the need to sneeze again, and rubbed a knuckle hard under his nose to try and stave it off. That was easier to suppress than the enormous yawn that followed.
“Excuse me, I’m just a bit tired. Not of you.”
“It’s late,” said Hugh softly. “You should get some more rest.”
He squeezed Frank’s thigh gently and stood up, stretching out his long limbs.
“Be right back,” he said, heading for the hall closet near the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a quilt and a proper bed pillow.
“These might be a little better than the throw blanket,” he said, offering them up. “Sorry, I should’ve mentioned them before.”
“Thanks. Goodnight.” Frank said sincerely. The moment Hugh’s hand had left him, the chilled, shivery feeling had returned and he was more than happy to lie down on the sofa under the quilt. He rubbed his legs together for warmth and watched Hugh undress for bed through a half-open eye. He himself slept in his undershirt, a thick shirt and a jumper, and was very glad of all of them. Lying down was not so kind to his nose. He felt congestion throb across his sinuses and forehead, forcing him into a set of sudden sneezes that made his throat ache.
“hWRSHuh! Hi-hWRSHue!”
He honestly felt bad for his friend having to listen to him all night. And yet, despite it all, he fell into a heavy sleep.
Hugh looked up from buttoning his pyjama top to see Frank’s shape shaking under the quilt on the couch as he sneezed. By the time he had gone to brush his teeth and came back to turn down his sheets, it sounded as if Frank had fallen asleep. There was a soft, rhythmic wheeze coming from under the quilts. Hugh went to the kitchen and poured a tall glass of water, sneaking back into the living room to leave it on the coffee table in case Frank woke in the night.
Then, with a yawn, he went into his room, leaving the door open a crack, and climbed into bed.
Only a few hours later he was awoken by a loud thump, a crash and stream of swear words followed by a worryingly long bout of coughing.
In the living room Frank sat gingerly on the edge of the sofa, trying to get a clear breath so he could focus on what havoc he had caused. His head was spinning. It took him a long minute to work out where he was, and the time in between made his heart race with anxiety. He’d woken up on the floor with a shock. Standing up dizzily he’d managed to knock something over- a glass?- and now the floor and his sock were wet, he was covered in sweat, it was still too dark to see properly and what was Hugh going to say? He really meant to get up and start cleaning but he couldn’t think where to start. Maybe he’d wait for the dizziness and hot clammy feeling to pass. Honestly he felt like he wanted to cry.
Hugh woke with a start, confused by the sudden clatter in the living room. His heart hammered in his chest from the rush of adrenaline and he sat up, searching the darkness for the source of the noise. He reached for the bedside lamp, switching it on. His brain fog cleared and he recognized the sound that was happening now: a terrible cough.
Swinging his legs out of bed, he rushed to the living room and fumbled on the wall for the light switch. In the dim glow of the inefficient floor lamp, he saw Frank bent over on the sofa looking absolutely dreadful. The glass he’d left on the table was a cracked and broken mess on the floor along with a pool of water but he didn’t give it a second thought when faced with the state of the man sitting nearby.
He hurried down the hall to the kitchen and filled a new glass with water, bringing it back to the living room and stepping gingerly around the glass shards on the floor. He sat down beside Frank on the sofa and held out the glass of water.
“Here,” he said gently, putting a comforting hand on the man’s back.
Frank gulped the glass of water in one go and then leaned into the touch, resting his weight against Hugh’s supporting arm. Hugh could feel his quick breaths and the kick of his ribs as the occasional cough interrupted his words.
“I’m so sorry- I woke you up- I fell out of bed then I broke- I’ll clean it in a minute.”  The low light played on his dark eyes, making them huge in his face, making him look surprisingly young. He managed a half laugh at himself. “I- I’m not doing very well.”
“Hey, hey,” Hugh said, rubbing a small circle on Frank’s back. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.”
He finally got a good look at Frank’s face and he frowned. His cheeks were flushed a bright pink against an otherwise pale and sweaty face. With his other hand, he reached out and gently laid it on Frank’s brow.
“Oh, Frank,” he said, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. “You’re burning up.”
He pushed Frank’s thick hair back off his forehead and the mix of sweat and old pomade made it stick up in an endearingly boyish way.
“It’s fine. I just need to sleep it off.” Frank murmured. “Do you have some aspirin or something?”
That said he made no move to pull away from Hugh.  It was surprising how comfortable he felt with a man he had met only yesterday. Even as he spoke his eyes were fluttering closed again. His head lolled against the man’s shoulder but he shook himself awake, truly intending to get up and clean the glass. In a moment. Or two.
“Yeah, in the medicine cabinet. You alright for a second?”
He carefully guided Frank’s head back against the couch and tucked the quilt over his legs.
“Be right back.”
He took the unbroken water glass and went to the bathroom. Finding the aspirin bottle and the glass thermometer in its case, he took both with him along with the refilled glass of water.
“Alright, he were are,” he said, returning to Frank’s side and putting the pills and water on the table. “First things first; let’s see what we’re up against.”
He slid the thermometer out of its case and passed it to Frank to put under his tongue.
“Hold that there for a second. I’m going to get the broom and clean up this glass.”
The other man sat obediently still, only his eyes following Hugh’s movements as the mess was swept away. Congestion made it hard for him to breathe and he had to concentrate hard on keeping it in there. Strange. He wasn’t sure he’d ever had his temperature checked this way, not since he was old enough to remember. He was determined to be a good patient but it was difficult when his nose was trickling and he desperately wanted to cough.
After what seemed a reasonable amount of time he took it out and had a look, squinting through the glass at the mercury, then passed it to Hugh with a helpless shrug.  “Is that okay?”
Hugh looked at the thin red stripe and gave Frank a good humoured smile.
“Well, the thermometer and I agree: you’re hot.”
He laughed softly at his own joke and then caught himself and blushed. He sat down next to Frank again, putting the thermometer back in its case and screwing open the aspirin bottle.
“Here we are,” he said, dosing out two tablets and holding them out.
“So I’ve- snff-heard. He was too out of it to make a good response, especially with his nose running. He held the back of his hand against it as he rifled through the sheets for the handkerchief. “S-scuse me- snf-Snff”He gave his nose a fierce scrub with the heel of his thumb. “Ugh. Sorry. It’s really itchy…” The fever made him a little weak and distracted. It was hard to think of taking the aspirin, finding the hankie and chatting with Hugh at the same time.
“It’s here,” Hugh said, reaching down to the end of the couch where the handkerchief was lodged between two cushions. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to make it better beyond aspirin and the old ‘head over a steam bowl’ trick. But somehow that doesn’t seem like a good idea with a fever.”
He looked affectionately at the struggling man and then clapped a hand lightly on his back.
“I have an idea though. Take the pills. I’ll be right back.”
He went back to the washroom and soaked a flannel in cool water, wringing it out until it was just damp and bringing it back to the living room.
“This might help a bit,” he offered.
Frank looked up with a distracted, ticklish expression. “Hang on…I-hWRSHuh!”A quick, stuffy sounding sneeze followed quickly by two more in quick succession. The motion made him dizzy again and he leaned on the arm of the sofa until his head cleared enough to take the cloth.
“Good idea. Thanks. Look, you should go back to bed. I can look after myself.”
He tucked his legs back up onto the sofa and lay down again, trying to settle the cloth on his forehead. He didn’t particularly want to be left alone in an unfamiliar house, but his host was starting to look tired too and he didn’t want to become a burden.
“Are you sure you don’t want the bed?” Hugh asked. He was sure that Frank would refuse it, but he felt bad leaving a guest, especially a sick guest, to sleep on the lumpy couch.
“Let me help,” he offered as Frank reclined. He adjusted the cloth on Frank’s brow, tucking it under his fringe. The man’s face looked exhausted and a little frightened, and Hugh couldn’t help but pause to run his fingers through Frank’s hair.
Frank closed his eyes to the touch and when he opened them they his gaze was soft and unfocused. “You can keep doing that if you want. I won’t get bored.”
Hugh laughed and smoothed back the hair a few more times.
“Alright, get some rest,” he said quietly as Frank dozed off. He crept quietly back to his room and climbed into bed. The next thing he knew, he was blinking in the morning sunlight. In all the excitement of the previous night, he’d neglected to shut his curtains.
He yawned and stretched and snuck out of bed, past the still-sleeping Frank in the living room and he made himself a cup of tea in the kitchen.
By the time Hugh returned, the man of the sofa had stirred himself and even gone so far as to sit up, though he looked pretty groggy.  Frank was trying to settle his hair back into shape, a sure sign that he was doing better. More or less.
“Morning.”
It came out as a husky rasp much lower than his usual tone. “Ugh. Crikey!”  He was too congested to pronounce all the consonants, making the effect more endearing and less sexy than he had hoped.
Speaking irritated his throat and nose, and he gave Hugh an apologetic ‘hold on’ gesture as he bucked his head into his shoulder in a set of tight, stuffy sneezes.
“ah-tsgh!Tsgh!--tghSch!”
“Well, that answers my morning question,” Hugh said. “I’ll go pour you a cup. Kettle’s still hot.”
He returned a moment later with a second mug of tea and sat down next to Frank on the couch.
“Morning,” he said with a shy smile. “Feeling any better at all?”
He extended a hand tentatively and let the back of it brush Frank’s brow.
“Fever’s gone. That’s good.”
“Yeah.” Frank moved a little closer to take the tea. Their legs were touching on the couch and he didn’t mind that at all. When his host didn’t move away, he leaned into Hugh’s side, resting his head against the back of the sofa.
“I’m ok, I think. Just -snf-full of cold. Thanks for having me…” he tailed off as memories of the previous night surfaced. “Bet you didn’t think I’d be this much hard work. Definitely beat spending it alone with the heat off, though. It’s… really nice of you to take care of me like that. You’re good at it.” He coughed, a little embarrassed but managed to look Hugh directly in the eye.
Hugh gave a little smile back and chewed on his lip nervously.
“Well, I didn’t mind. It was nice, in spite of you being sick.”
He nudged his leg playfully against Frank’s.
“Good thing there’s no show tonight. Gives you a bit of time to get better.”
“Thank God.” Frank agreed. “Hey… when I’ve beaten this thing, can I take you out for a drink?”
He went to say more but was interrupted by a sudden, ticklish sneeze that made him lean on Hugh’s thigh for support. Surfacing, he shook his head and laughed at himself. “Not because I owe you for having me,” he continued, “though obviously I do. What do you say?”
“I say ‘bless you’ first,” Hugh teased. “And yes, I’d like that very much.”
A coy grin spread across his face.
“You want to know what really stinks?” he asked. “When you’d really like to kiss a guy but you’re afraid to catch the flu.”
He squeezed Frank’s thigh in a teasing gesture.
“Let’s say you owe me that too.”
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shoushatohaisha · 6 years
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report: haikyuu!! summer week day 5 part 1 (shinka no natsu)
previously: day 1 (shoen) day 2 (itadaki no keshiki) day 3 (karasuno, fukkatsu!!) day 4 (shousha to haisha)
guests: kagechan, fucchi, shouri, takumi
(...the haikyuu day event sure did wipe everything else from my brain, wow. but. i'll do my best...!)
so when the cast first ran out, shouri wasn't there – he just hung back without telling anyone because kagechan kept looking back at the wings and cracking up and takumi looked like he wanted to die. this was, of course, so that after kagechan welcomed the audience to haikyuu summer week, shouri could stroll out dramatically and say "HEY, YOUR SENPAI IS HERE. your senpai in this event. and in haikyuu. your senpai." ok shouri.
kagechan was nominally the MC and he did an impressive job fighting the black hole of attention that is kondou-kun for control. XD but... shouri: who's the MC anyway kagechan: it's me?? it's obviously me? fucchi: i mean, we don't know yet. shouri: i was the MC for karasuno fukkatsu so i'll kindly let one of you first-timers do it – takumi, you want to MC right? takumi: ……...yeah………sure…….... shouri: he does. i can see it in his face.
then they did janken and fucchi won so he briefly took over, just long enough to skip to the end of the script – "how did you all enjoy the screening today??" kagechan: this is as far as we rehearsed.
during cheer practice we did shouri's dumb high school cheer again. for him. not kuroo. XD
when we practiced the "volleyball, haikyuu" bit they briefly mentioned how strong the impact of adding "ue wo miageru" was ��� i think it was shouri maybe? who said that when first reading the script it jumped right out at him and made him like, reflexively want to look at the ceiling. ...and that the returning cast kept messing up in rehearsal, for a while there would always be several people who forgot to say "ue wo miageru" and went straight to "kyuugi de aru", lol.
and shouri ALMOST got us to do his "nyan nyanya nyan nyan nyan" cheer for nekoma, he got all the way through explaining it to everyone else, and telling us that he'd gotten whistled off for it the other day, and asking the ref for permission, and through one round of tobe tobe karasuno / hey hey fukuro / ike ike nekoma nya nya-- ...and got whistled off. XD
meanwhile, takumi kept sliding off toward the edge of the stage and shouri would be like "GET BACK HERE" and pull him into the middle. and then get distracted harassing someone and takumi would slide away again. much like with naoki, he got pulled into doing a lot more choreo than he would have otherwise simply by virtue of being in proximity to shouri, lol. (i heard the girls behind me at hajimari no kyojin that night laughing about "poor higashi-kun", haha.) only whereas naoki played the straight man aloud, takumi just silently, like, grinned and bore it.
having said that, during the screening shouri was obviously Peak Shouri, but hilariously enough he TIRED HIMSELF OUT by running around so much so i actually don't think it was as over the top as karasuno fukkatsu.
specifically, it was the scenes at coach ukai's that killed him, he and takumi came out as the elementary school kids bouncing around and acting super dumb and then shouri started running around doing every one of the tempos and eventually he had to like, wipe his face and lean over and brace himself he was breathing so hard. shouri u noodle.
takumi also made shouri act out bokuto's part so he could be konoha. it was cute, the way they were careful to respect that it was kouki on screen but that takumi took over the role later without making it seem awkward or unnatural. like during the bit where bokuto yells "the moment you think you can hit a strong spike, that's your chance" -- "kyouretsu na ippatsu ga uteru to omotta shunkan ga...kouki!" -- shouri jumped up and yelled "KOUKI!!!!" along with him and jabbed his finger excitedly at the screen. he brought it up in the aftertalk too. "HAHA IT WAS SO FUNNY TO SEE KOUKI YELLING HIS OWN NAME. :D"
ok back to the beginning tho. unsurprisingly, they had a lot of fun with the hamlet scene – kagechan's timing for running out, lifting his hand slowly, and reciting "SOSHITE, YOKUASA" was BEAT perfect, it got a massive laugh from the audience.
for the opening, they all did their own parts of course – fucchi running out to yell "KIYOKO-SAN" was a joy to behold – but shouri also did sarukui, hips and all, which was sure Something.
when takechan came out to explain the "school rules", shouri literally just galloped across the stage and disappeared into the wings opposite, it was like he couldn't bear to be off stage. XD at first fucchi was as bouncy as shouri, doing all the choreo and super star rolling thunder etc, but eventually he calmed down and sat there watching the screening super seriously, sometimes he was the only one out there.
meanwhile, the ladies made their first appearance! let me tell you, you have never seen such a group of fangirls over saeko/kiyoko-san, i thought everyone in the audience was gonna literally swoon at saeko's first appearnce. self included, obvs. (ofc everyone loved yacchan but that was more of a "you're adorable" and less of a "please wreck me" vibe.) it was also extremely satisfying to yell "akaaaAAAAshi" in one's best bokuto voice along with one thousand other people. and during the exam prep, "norio" also got his own round of character cheers. XD
when yachi yells "murabito b mo tatakaemasu!!" shouri ran out with a cardboard sign that read "MURABITO B", held it up proudly to cheers, then spent several minutes trying to get it to stay upright on one of the chairs. ("nice fight!" someone in the audience called.) murabito b remained on stage in support for the rest of the screening.
for "kageyama's not breathing!" kagechan flopped dramatically to the stage…. and then takumi ran out to do cpr! only it was such like, soft, gentle cpr that kagechan sat up and burst into laughter. in the car with saeko-neesan, kagechan pretended to fall asleep, and then acted out waking up, putting in eyedrops, etc. "ohayou," fucchi told him solemnly.
kagechan and fucchi did a great job with the synchro attack and then with all of karasuno's ending match/group number choreo. hilariously, all four of them started to do the final choreo that includes a bit of each school's signature moves and shouri forgot to do nekoma's. XD "it wasn't that long ago, idk why it's so hard to remember!" he said later, and having witnessed him reenact practically the entirety of karasuno fukkatsu i too wondered the same thing.
oh oh! when karasuno are doing the wheelbarrel walks, kagechan "wheeled" fucchi out all the way across the stage – then when they reached the wings, fucchi held himself up with one arm for several seconds while gesturing at kagechan and without taking a break they reversed course and "walked" back across the stage. from which i conclude that kid has amazing arm strength!
AND THEN.
during the last practice match against fukurodani, as kageyama debates whether to try out the new quick with hinata...
...suga kenta ran on stage, said "yannai no?" and ran off.
IT'S NOT LIKE WE DIDN'T ALL KNOW HE WAS THERE but oh my god the screeching, holy shit. again, self very much included. knowing how much kenta loves that line, i should have known that would be too much for him to resist. and yet. dies. it was incredible.
hilariously, the cast, who were pointing and laughing in shock just like everyone else, didn't acknowledge this surprise until the very end of the aftertalk. "ah yes, someone who… resembled… that orange-haired person on stage… appeared earlier, huh. briefly."
speaking of the aftertalk!
takumi talked about how this play was his stage debut: shouri: he cried ALL THE TIME. he cried at our first cast meeting. he cried on opening night... our takumi's grown so much! :') takumi: ……..….thanks. takumi: i was too nervous to enjoy anything until the play opened tbh. shouri: dude you're nervous right now. takumi: ……..yeah.
apparently during rehearsal takumi was repeatedly told to speak up more during fukurodani's group scenes – no one could hear him contribute to "hey hey hey" etc. but once the show actually opened and they could hear the audience reactions to fukurodani and everything he got less nervous and it became a lot more fun.
shouri: yeah, you had sarukui and everything, lol… i heard the audience calling "kawaii!!" when he appeared earlier and honestly if that's what you call cute... audience: KAWAII kagechan: seriously, i need a dictionary for this.
then shouri pointed out that although in the source material the characters don't use first names that much, in the last barbecue scene ken-chan alone would come on super strong and go around addressing all the characters by their first name. "OI, TETSUROU. TETSUROU. HAVE SOME MORE MEAT." so even though they weren't miked he was so loud that during these serious conversations you can hear him in the background going "TETSUROU. TETSUROU."
OH fucchi told us that "super star rolling thunder" was originallly "stardust rolling thunder"… because fucchi's agency is stardust promotions. XD fucchi: and in that scene i'm with ino hiroki-kun and nagao shizune-chan fucchi: and, you know, they sparkle fucchi: like stardust
apparently he got the go-ahead from worry-san, but not from the higher ups, precisely because of stardust promotions. XD shouri: then why don't you do it now? stardust rolling thunder. fucchi: i, wai-- fucchi: fucchi: fucchi: :| shouri: ^___^ fucchi: i knew it.
from which i conclude fucchi had tried to get out of doing it during their MC planning or something. XD
fucchi: you have to be the sparkles shouri: but i'm watanabe fucchi: -_- shouri: get takumi too fucchi: takumi, what's your agency? takumi: beaco-- fucchi: it's fine, it's fine, over there please
final messages: takumi's was very polite and respectful as he thanked the audience, it was cute. shouri said that watching shinka no natsu made him fondly remember all the work the different schools did to grow as a team and learn to communicate with each other during that summer – it was their irl summer of evolution. fucchi pointed out that he and kagechan will reach their hundredth haikyuu show during the saikyou no team! and kagechan said that he was here sitting in audience -- "right around there" – watching for the shoen dress rehearsal so it was really special to be here in aiia as a proper part of engeki haikyuu. :)
hajimari no kyojin next, then some off-camera stories from event night! THE GOAL LINE IS IN SIGHT. thanks so much for the nice comments, i really appreciate them, and i've been enjoying reading your capslocky tags. :D
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starsforastro · 6 years
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get to know me tag tag taggity tag
pfft since @vampbin you told me to finish schoolwork first, i forgot about this xD
thanks tho ayayayayYYY i feel loved *^*
RULE: tag 9 people and get to know them
Relationship status: single it’s a long distance relationship with the one and only park minhyuk that even my sisters and mom knows about 
basically i was really hyper one day and my family was eating out. rocky is my phone wallpaper and I was like “hey mom you wanna see my boyfriend?” and now it’s a joke between my sisters and i xD
Favorite color: C ER U L EA N  BL UE. it has to be that shade.and coral.and yellow orange. and white. i liek those colors :D
Lipstick or chaptick: CHAPSTIKKK my lips get really dry and it really irritates me so i apply on a ton (my go to is either just basically vaseline or mango flavored burt’s bees yesss) PLUS 
story time: back in 4th grade, my lips were really dry (I was always picking at it and asking people if it was bleeding) and i would suck on them, leading me to have like a really itchy red patch below my lips and kljadflkadsf ew. I use chapstick/lip balm everyday or i’d die of irritation. Plus. I don’t understand lipstick. Like,,, what? How do you eat food without eating lipstick (and i guess smudging it too haha) 
Last song: ok technically it’s “Hellevator"- Stray Kids (uh follow my stray kids sideblog here bECAUSE FIRST EP TMRW GUYS) bUT I PUT SEVENTEEN’S “PINWHEEL” ON REPEAT FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT THIS MORNING. GO LISTEN TO IT AHHHHHHHHH
Last movie: pffft i haven’t watched a new movie in a long time. i wanna say Kite Runner because we watched clips in class but uh, yeah/ 
Top 3 shows: I don’t really watch shows either hahhaha MIRACULOUS LADYBUG, POKEMON, wait does Strong Woman Do Bong Soon count? I LOVE THAT DRAMA. idk i like my kid shows xD
Top 3 ships: overall? i say Ash&Misty and  Sasayan&Natsume are tied, Austin&Ally, and Adrien&Marinette.  in kpop? uhhhh vmin, moonrock, jihan
i don’t got no friends so i keep tagging @georgieporgiepuddininpie but that’s also because you’re cool heheh 
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eunnui · 6 years
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I hope you do well on it!! (what's it about? can i ask that? IDK if i'll understand or not, but...)
Im doing honours in biology, but my project reaches into (enviromental) microbiology as well (note: im a microbiology and biology major)
So my project is on 3 newly isolated unidentified strains of cyanobacteria which originate from moss and lilypads from a lake in Wuhan, China. These strains are special because they can make a certain type of chlorophyll called chlorophyll f
So cyanobacteria are cool cos theyre the only oxygenic photoaynthetic bacteria, and also theyre who we need to thank for for making 1) the earth have oxygen and 2) plants (as theyre the origin of the creation of chlorophyll).
Also dunno if ya know this but theres different structurally distinct forms of chlorophyll. Almost all oxygebic photosynthetic organisms have chl a. So chl a can’t absorb all light wavelengths, especially light wavelengths beyound 700nm. This is where cool chlorophylls like chl d and f absorb light called ‘far red light’.
So ya anyway back to my project
So first i had to see at least what genus my strains aka my babies belonged to. I sewuenced their 16S-23S Internal Transcribed Spacer region (ITS) gene region and then searched and compared the sequence to their identified closest related strains available on the NCBI database (its this massive database with many things including gene sewuence and functioms and proteins and organism sequences). Also i got certain domains (its like sections of its dna sequence) and folded it and compared isolates with their relatives to see if they were similar (thus belonged to that genus) or ver different (thus did not belong in that genus). And ye so:Strain 1 belongs in Leptolyngbya. Strain 18 belongs in Chorococcidiopsis. And Strain 10 is still unknown.
So next i had to grow my strains into healthy stock cultures for further studies. I 'optimised’ the culture conditions to make my strains have higer growth rates and stuff. So that means i tested different light intensities, salinities, pH, and temperatures to see what combo each of my babies liked. Omg so when i got them they were on thr brink of death!!!! Like i thought i was killing or contaminating them but in fact they were suffering under thr initial conditions! So initially they were being grown under light intensity of 20 microeinsteins (uE) of white light, at 27oC, 0% salinity BG-11 freshwater media, at pH 7.5-8.And like almost all my strains liked this except the BIG FACTOR to photosynthesis: light intensity! My strains came from a super shaded environment, so it wasnt surprising that they liked low light conditions between 5-10 uE. Aka from them on in order tk grow them good i had to place a piece of fabric on top of cultures to grow them!! My picky little NEETs ;u; so proud of them theyre too cute!
So after optimisimg them, they grew so happy to the point rhat one of them was contaminating cultures of anothrr lol
So next i exposed cultures to different qualities of light (different wavelengths) aka different colours of light in order to see how light quality effects growth and photopigments. Btw photopigments are proteins that harvest light.Ok so i tested white light, blue light, green light, orange red light, and far red light. Strain 1 was so wild sjsvhshsh the cells changed colours dramatically across each loght treatment! Like in blue light it looked pink, white light it looked brown, orange red light it looked green. Later found out from pigment analysis that this was cos it was altering something called its phicobiliproteins which are special proteins of the phycobilisome antenna that absorbs different colours of light.
All strains made chl f only under far red light CONFIRMED
All strains made thr most carotenoids in blue light and far red light. Ok so this is cool cos carotenoids play lotsa roles in photosynthetic organisms like it harvests blue-green light, it acts as an antioxidant so it takes away reactive oxygen species which can damage the other photosynthetic proteins, also quenches overexcited photosynthetic proteins so they dont hurt themselves, and they also play a role in cell wall and protein structure stability 👌👌👌 think of them as sunscreen for chloroplasts 👏👏👏 so strains 1 and 18 grew alright in blue light meaning that they were using carotenoids for protection AND harvesting. Whilst strain 10 almost died in blue light, so it was only using carotenoids for protection.
I also got some coll fotos from confocal microscopy feel free to drop an ask and ill post some pics of them 👌👌👌 that machine hates me and its a miracle i even got these pictures lol
So ye! Characterised lotsa things for these newly isolatex strains! Cbb going through my discussion section so heres some dot points
- strains like low light and freshwater conditions- syrains show particularly 2 types of chromatic acclimation far red light photoaccilamtion and complementary chromatic acclimation- their ability to grow under low light and alter their photopigments in respinse to the light environment means that they could be strains for biofuel production- strain 1 can be used as a teaching aid for classes on phycobilisome function cos it changes its phycobiliproteins so dramatically in response to light quality
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nonochuu · 7 years
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graylu fanmix: YOUNG LOVE
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”Hold my hand, hold my heart..”
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This is my late submission for @graylu-fluff-fest 2017! ^^; as continuation from graylu week ‘16, so this fanmix has lots of kpop and k-indie and from upbeat to ballad (it will lead to the angst week ;p). Actually I wanted to make some fanfics using the prompt set but I need some time and muse for writing. Meanwhile enjoy this fanmix and happy listening! (´▽`)ノ♪            
FANMIX FOR GRAYLU FLUFF FEST 2017:
1 ~ CNBLUE – LOVE GIRL [ boy ]
>> “My heart goes thump thump, when I look at you. I will always have you in my heart.”
2 ~ I.O.I – Very Very Very [ girl ]
>> “People say guys are all the same, do not to believe them when they say I love you. Because even before they really love, they just say the words.”
3 ~ Jimin (AOA) feat. Xiumin (EXO) – Call You Bae [ duet ]
>> “Sit closer, whatever it’s okay. You can’t hide it, I want to know more about you. I think it’s now, the atmosphere is good. It’s just the two of us, I want to kiss you.”
4 ~ FTISLAND – I Wish [ boy ]
>> “Even when I’m meeting someone else, I only see you. Even when I’m thinking about something else, I only see you. Even when I see someone else, I have no interest. Why am I acting this way, like a fool?”
5 ~ G.NA – Black & White [ girl ]
>> “Black and white Black and white. You and I are Black and White. I’m hot and you’re cool. It’s a mystery we’re a couple.”
6 ~ Yuju (GFRIEND) & Sunyoul (UP10TION) – Cherish [ duet ]
>> “Every morning when it becomes bright. My heart trembles at the dream of you last night. I can almost see it but I can’t, I don’t know. I want to know your heart.”
7 ~ K.will – Love Blossom [ boy ]
>> “Spring comes, into this street. Spring comes, into my heart. Don’t know why I am so excited, oh.”
8 ~ Apink – Cause You’re My Star [ girl ]
>>  “On this beautiful starry night. I can feel the dazzling you. Will you come to me like the shooting stars? Every day and night you’re my star.”
9 ~ AKMU – I Love You [ duet ]
>> “My eyes go to you automatically. It’s not even like the print on your clothes are eye-catching. Even when I’m doing something else all day. This person is quite alright.”
10 ~ BTS (방탄소년단) - Beautiful [Jung-kook,V, J-Hope,Ji-Min]  [ boy ]
>> “You’re beautiful. Don’t we look good together? I always imagine it like this, you be with me with me. You’re beautiful. What will we be like together? I always imagine it like this. You be with me with me.”
11 ~ JUNIEL – I Think I’m in Love [ girl ]
>> “Sunday morning, I smell the mocha coffee. As if I’m having a good dream, I start my day. Suddenly, my heart starts to flutter. Your short message wakes me up in the morning.”
12 ~ IU feat. Jang Yijeong (HISTORY) [ duet ]
>> “Each minute, each second is so sweet. What is this man? I can’t help but to fall in love. All day, my heart rides on that clock hand. Getting closer to you with each tick.”
13 ~ GOT7 – Forever Young [ boy ]
>> “Miss you I really miss you. If you’re still not bored of me, I’ll sing a song for you. Turn the radio o-o-on, turn the radio o-o-on.”
14 ~ MAMAMOO – LOVE [ girl ]
>> “My empty heart feels weird these days. Love. Even the moonlit night makes me feel complicated. You, you, you, if you still awake. What are you thinking? You, you, you, if you feel alone. Do you feel the same?”
15 ~ [STATION] Yesung x Seulgi – Darling U [ duet ]
>> “I wanna hear the words I love you. What’s so hard about it? I’m a bit slow but I want to save it. Don’t misunderstand, it’s not because I don’t like you.”
16 ~ Junggigo feat. Minwoo – Too Good [ boy ]
>> “It feels like I’m living in a dream every day. I’m still not used to this kind of life. When I’m with you, the stars twinkle during the day.”
17 ~ Secret – Starlight Moonlight [ girl ]
>> “I keep thinking about you, my heart trembles secretly. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I’ve never felt like this before.”
18 ~ G.NA feat. Huh Gak – Same Thoughts [ duet ]
>> “I keep thinking about you, my heart trembles secretly. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I’ve never felt like this before.”
19 ~ Yu Seung Woo feat. Louie of Geeks – You’re Beautiful [ boy ]
>> “Because you’re beautiful. Because that face is so beautiful. I couldn’t say what I planned to say. When you smile, the whole world stops.”
20 ~ GLAM – Give It 2 U [ girl ]
>> “My heart, I’ll give it to you. Only to you, wanna give it to you. Now I don’t even see other people.”
21 ~ Baek A Yeon feat. JB (GOT7) [ duet ]
>> “Should I just call you once? I just got curious about you. How are you doing these days? I wanna ask. There’s no other intention. I just keep thinking about you.”
22 ~ Brother Su – It Was You [ boy ]
>> “The one who dried my tearful eyes it was you. Could you be my darling? Now I’ll be the one who holds you.”
23 ~ Han SoA – My Heart Stolen You [ girl ]
>> “Saying I like you, saying I love you. It’s not enough to show you my heart- don’t you know? Saying you’re mine, saying I miss you. If only you’ll say those things to me.”
24 ~ Amber Liu feat. Eric Nam – I Just Wanna [ duet ]
>> “When I first walked in the room. I saw your face. Baby girl I was so amazed. I caught you smiling back at me. But I didn’t know what to say.”
25 ~ Jooyoung – Same As You [ boy ]
>> “Can I love you forever more. I just wanna love you.”
26 ~ Lucite Tokki – Dugeun Dugeun [ girl ]
>> “ba-bum-ba-bum ba-bum-ba-bump. Thinking of only you. Every day every day my heart is filled with exciting feelings.”
27 ~ Byul feat. Kwon Jung Yeol – So Cute [ duet ]
>> “If you think about it, we fit together so well. Now I know, you are perfect for me. You are my better half.”
28 ~ Eric Nam – Love Song [ boy ]
>> “One small guitar and the beautiful you, I don’t wish anything anymore.”
29 ~ Bolbbagan4 – Grumpy [ girl ]
>> “You fluttered your tangled hair and came to me. I melted a little, I dropped the ice cream. When people stare, how should I look at you. I’ve been running towards, your patient hands.”
30 ~ Clazziquai Project – Romeo ‘n Juliet [ duet ]
>> “The meaning of the feeling that comes upon me when you’re looking at me. And the scent I’ve left behind. For something else, there’s a different feeling. How when you’re eyes are still closed but you can still see everything. I wonder if your whole entire day was still beautiful without me.”
31 ~ GOT7 – Let Me [ boy ]
>> “Will you be by my side, by my side. Can I hold your hand? Don’t be shy.”
32 ~ Milk Tea – Mr. Chocolate, Ms. Orange [ girl ]
>> “I can see you from my room’s window, my heart is beating. Your bright smile, you and I are sweet, sweet, sweet.”
33 ~ Huh Gak x Zia – I Need You [ duet ]
>> “If I wait one more day, will I get an answer from you? Should I just confess to you? Please take one step toward me.”
34 ~ Crush – Beautiful [ boy ]
>> “It’s a beautiful life. I’ll stay by your side. It`s a beautiful life. I’ll stand right behind you, beautiful love. If I am with you under this sky.”
35 ~ G.NA – Would You Kiss Me? [ girl ]
>> “When did this begin, I guess the moment I first saw you. Every 1 minute 1 second, you keep coming onto mind. What are you doing…”
36 ~ Jungkook x Lady Jane – I’m in Love [ duet ]
>> “To be honest from our first meeting, saying I like you wasn’t an easy thing for me to do.”
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As­pir­ing young T&T mod­el Gabriel­la Bernard’s 20-minute short film “Black Hair” will be re­leased at the T&T Film Fes­ti­val to­day at Movie Towne and it’s based on how she be­came a vic­tim of “hair sham­ing” dur­ing the lat­est edi­tion of the Caribbean Next Top Mod­el com­pe­ti­tion. The com­pe­ti­tion, which com­plet­ed its fourth sea­son this year, was host­ed by for­mer Miss Uni­verse Wendy Fitzwilliam, who is al­so the ex­ec­u­tive pro­duc­er. Al­though the show was shot since last year and aired in Feb­ru­ary this year, Bernard now wants an apol­o­gy from Fitzwilliam for be­ing co­erced to chem­i­cal­ly straight­en her hair or face elim­i­na­tion from the com­pe­ti­tion and for be­ing called un­pro­fes­sion­al for de­fend­ing her right to keep her hair nat­ur­al dur­ing the episode in ques­tion. In a clip of the episode in which she faced the sit­u­a­tion, which was re­leased on so­cial me­dia, a vis­i­bly up­set Bernard, who was in a sa­lon, was heard say­ing she did not want her hair chem­i­cal­ly straight­ened and al­so giv­ing rea­sons why. One of those rea­sons, Bernard said, was that she want­ed to em­brace the “nat­ur­al beau­ty and em­pow­er­ment of black peo­ple.” “You need to un­der­stand that my hair is my iden­ti­ty…peo­ple seek me out just be­cause of my hair,” she told the hair­dress­er. In the clip, af­ter Bernard agrees to even­tu­al­ly chem­i­cal­ly treat her hair, Fitzwilliam is heard say­ing: “Dar­ling…what was all of that in my sa­lon? I need you to ex­plain to me why you were so un­be­liev­ably naughty and un­pro­fes­sion­al?” Bernard al­so took to bored­pan­da.com to ex­plain her ex­pe­ri­ence in the episode. She ex­plained that “black peo­ple” have been con­di­tioned “for so long to be­lieve that our at­trib­ut­es as black peo­ple should be hid­den or ashamed of. Why must we con­tin­ue to con­form to make oth­ers com­fort­able? If one wish­es to wear her hair straight­ened she should, if she wish­es to wear her hair nat­ur­al she should al­so.” She de­scribed Fitzwilliam’s at­ti­tude to­wards her as a “pas­sive, ag­gres­sive and scold­ing.” Bernard al­so took to her Face­book page where she called on Fitzwilliam to apol­o­gise to her pub­licly. "This is lu­di­crous as far as I can see. I do love Wendy and am proud of her ac­com­plish­ments on be­half of our coun­try, at the same time I’m so ap­palled at this at­ti­tude and scold­ing to­wards a gor­geous young woman with a head of healthy beau­ti­ful hair,” she added. Asked why she en­dured the treat­ment and stayed in the com­pe­ti­tion, where she fin­ished third, Bernard said, “When I weighed the pros and cons, I de­cid­ed to stay. Yes, yes, yes a mil­lion times I should have left, but look­ing back I told my­self I had come so far, left my job, looked up to Wendy, want­ed to be an in­ter­na­tion­al mod­el all my life, I was so close…Did I come all this way to give up now?” She added: “I would al­ways look back and won­der “what if.” So I de­cid­ed to jump, hop­ing to win, but I came in third place. You can imag­ine how dis­ap­point­ing it was mak­ing such huge sac­ri­fices, all for noth­ing.” In the clip, af­ter even­tu­al­ly al­low­ing her hair to be re­laxed, Bernard blurt­ed out “Wow…I look like Wendy!” How­ev­er, Bernard ad­mit­ted that it was all an act. “I de­cid­ed to fake it. No, I re­al­ly didn’t think I looked like Wendy, but it was a good line to say. No, I didn’t love the hair ... I took all my at­ti­tude and swal­lowed it. I wasn’t me. I wasn’t tru­ly me, and I cried about it every sin­gle night un­til I got it chopped off two months lat­er.” Bernard said she is now all about want­i­ng to help em­pow­er oth­er peo­ple like her to stand up for them­selves and be true and au­then­tic to their iden­ti­ty. Bernard’s doc­u­men­tary was se­lect­ed to screen at the 2018 Trinidad & To­ba­go Film Fes­ti­val (Sep 21-25) and the 2018 Bal­ti­more In­ter­na­tion­al Black Film Fes­ti­val (Oct 2-8). Ac­cord­ing to Bernard, “It will help to spread my mes­sage and in­spire oth­ers as I talk open­ly about re­cov­er­ing from this cheap re­al­i­ty show stunt, racial episodes in my past, and be­ing un­apolo­get­i­cal­ly black in a so­ci­ety that has Eu­ro­cen­tric stan­dards and ex­pec­ta­tions.” Ques­tions sent to Fitzwilliam for com­ment yes­ter­day went unan­swered.
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