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The thing I love most about this cast is how much they all care so much, and so passionately. About the characters, about the play itself, and about the audience. They love this thing that they’re a part of, and they’re constantly desperate to better it, and they really listen to our feedback and take it on board, and you can feel the love in their performances.
I spoke to Theo about how I felt proud of how far the cast has come over the last month, and said that probably sounded weird, but he said that actually no, we’re all on a journey together. The people who come back see the development over time, and we’re the only people who do apart from the cast and creatives, and he said he’s glad that we’re so invested in it, and that it means so much to us. And I think that seems to embody the spirit of this cast. Learning and growing and taking pride in and ownership of the play, and being glad that we’re still on board with them and that we still love it. But honestly, how could we not be on board with them when they produce performances like the one we saw today?
So Draco and Harry have been together for a couple of years. They aren’t quite living together living together, but they spend enough time at each other’s flats that they might as well be.
They decide to get it over and done with. Invite the whole lot of everyone around for Sunday lunch and hope that food and wine and more people then will fit in even Harry’s magically expanded dining nook will somehow make that first breaking-the-ice encounter easier for everyone.
Until around thirty minutes before everyone is due to Floo in they realise that Harry has made six treacle tarts, (four of which he did actually plan to serve not just hoard for later.) And Draco says, as if Harry should have known, “Well all I can cook is the Yorkshire Puddings, which I do perfectly every time, but the rest was your job.”
And that’s why Neville Longbottom spent last Sunday watching Narcissa Malfoy eat a capricciosa pizza with a knife and fork.
really coming down out there!” Saeyoung stared out the window, the sheet of
rain was so thick he couldn’t see anything. “Um, I could drive you home
Yoosung, but, I think it would be better if you just spent the night.”
Saeyoung, you don’t mind do you?”
turned to the blonde, “Of course not! But, I’ve got a lot of work to do, so,
you’ll be mostly on your own.”
that’s ok, I’m used to it. I’ll just play LOLOL, or watch some TV if that’s
You know where the Honey Buddha Chips are, help yourself. I’ll bring you a pillow
and some blankets so you can sleep on the sofa, I hope you don’t mind. I mean,
I guess you can sleep in my bed if you really want to. I won’t be in there for
the sofa is fine, it’s very comfortable.” Yoosung said, smiling at his friend.
“Don’t worry about me.”
spent the next few hours trying to play LOLOL on his laptop, but he just
couldn’t get into it. His mind kept flitting back to Saeran. He’d been
unusually quiet while he was over and eventually he’d shut himself up in his
room. Yoosung had asked Saeyoung if he’d done something to irritate Saeran,
other than the usual. Saeyoung hadn’t answered right away, chewing on his cheek
as he thought, finally telling Yoosung that it was probably better to ask
Saeran about it, then refocused on the game they were playing. Yoosung hadn’t
pressed it, but he couldn’t let it go. He decided to just try and go to sleep.
He’d hoped Saeran would come out of his room, but, he hadn’t heard a peep out
stripped down to his underwear and socks then slid under the blanket. He could
see the rain out of the bunker window. It still came down in sheets, the
lightning bright when it shot down from the clouds. Yoosung’s eyelids were
heavy and they slid over his eyes as he finally fell asleep.
shot up suddenly, the thunderclap so loud it sounded like a train was about to
run him over. His heart raced and he clutched at it as he tried to catch his
breath. Another thunder clap shot through the bunker and Yoosung fell off the
sofa. He wasn’t scared he told himself. He was fine. He’d been through plenty
of thunderstorms before. But somehow, this one seemed as if it was going to
crash through the walls. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed his pillow,
hugging it to himself. His eyes were wide and when the next thunder rolled, he
ran towards Saeyoung’s bedroom. He burst in, but, the red-head was not in bed.
Yoosung whined. He must still be working. He was too embarrassed to run in
there and ask him to go to bed so he could cuddle and feel safe.
he berated himself. If he did that Saeyoung would never let him live it down.
“It’s just a stupid thunderstorm!” he shuffled towards Saeyoung’s bed, he’d
said he could use it. Maybe if he was in a proper bed, he might not feel so
more crashes of thunder rumbled and Yoosung jumped back, hitting the wall
behind him. When the sound died out he ran to Saeran’s room, before he could
really think about what he was doing, he opened the door and jumped into bed
next to Saeran’s vague form. He wrapped his arm around his waist and buried his
head between Saeran’s shoulder blades.
the fuck!” Saeran was startled awake, he was very firmly being held. At first,
he thought it was Saeyoung messing with him, but then he felt the body pressed
against him shivering, and soft sobbing from behind him. He looked down and
recognized Yoosung’s delicate wrist, and his hand clutched against his belly.
His eyes went wide. Why was Yoosung in his bed? Why was he clutching him close?
Saeran closed his eyes and gulped. This was not happening!
rolled again overhead, the rumble so loud Saeran almost missed the whimper from
behind him. He twisted around to face Yoosung and the younger man looked up at
him sheepishly, tears in his eyes.
narrowed his eyes and tried to extricate himself from him. But Yoosung was not
the thunder rolled through the air, it felt as if it was rattling the windows.
Yoosung hid his head in Saeran’s chest, throwing his leg over Saeran’s and
capturing him in a vice like grip.
Saeran thought. He wanted to push him away, wanted to throw him out of his
room, whatever his reaction to the storm was. But he couldn’t lie to himself.
He liked Yoosung in his arms. He liked being able to sooth him, much like
Yoosung had soothed him during his anxiety attacks. He brought his hand up and
stroked Yoosung’s sweaty hair. He tried to calm his heart. Yoosung was just
scared, he wasn’t here because he felt the same way about Saeran as Saeran felt
sighed, he’d come to terms with the feelings he had for Yoosung. He’d tried to
deny them, tried to hide them, tried to push them away, but every time he saw
Yoosung, they came flooding back.
looked up at him, his amethyst eyes wavering and afraid.
ok Yoosung, it’s just a storm, you can stay here as long as you need to.”
Saeran ran his hand across his cheek, sliding his arm under Yoosung’s head so
he could settle on it comfortably.
you sure?” Yoosung sniffed. Saeran smiled and nodded, pressing Yoosung’s head
against his chest. “Thank you Saeran.” He was muffled against Saeran’s chest.
“I…I’m not usually like this. I don’t know why the thunder is affecting me like
ok, sometimes our bodies do things we don’t want them to.”
relaxed against Saeran, acutely aware of his naked skin under his cheek and
chest. And, everywhere else. “Um, Saeran?”
his lips were buried in Yoosung’s hair. It smelled of his shampoo, a crisp
almost citrusy scent. His fingers ran through the yellow strands, his other
hand running up and down Yoosung’s back, his fingers playing on his spine like
eyes flashed open, “Uh, oh, well, yes, I mean, I get really hot, and, uh, well,
I….” Saeran’s face was bright red but Yoosung had not let go of him, or he
would have slipped out of bed and put something on.
it’s ok, I surprised you. I…I don’t mind.” Yoosung swallowed, his body breaking
out in a cold sweat. “Cc…can I ask you something?” Yoosung pressed against
Saeran briefly when another loud crash sounded overhead. Saeran kissed the top
of his head and Yoosung sighed into his chest.
did you want to ask me?” Saeran prodded.
yeah, did…did I do something wrong?”
Why would you ask that?”
because you’ve been avoiding me.”
said I should ask you about it, he wouldn’t tell me.”
took a deep breath, resting his cheek on the top of Yoosung’s head. He wanted
to tell him, but, he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. But how much
more uncomfortable could he be? He was already snuggled up against his cock,
and it was far from soft.
you didn’t do anything wrong, you never do anything wrong.”
pushed away from him so he could look into his eyes, “Then why?”
you guess?” Saeran whispered, his mint green eyes wide and fearful.
you like me?” Yoosung breathed, his hands felt clammy, waiting for the answer.
He knew which one he wanted to hear. He’d realized how he felt about Saeran a
while back, but thought that he would never find someone like him interesting
enough to want to be with. He was just a kid, a stupid, naïve, gullible kid
with no idea about his future.
Saeran barely opened his mouth to let the word out.
Yoosung bit his lower lip, his nails digging into Saeran’s skin.
nodded and Yoosung grinned. He moved his hand to Saeran’s cheek.
like you too.”
licked his lips and stared into Yoosung’s lavender eyes, frozen. He wanted to
kiss him. He wanted to lean in and claim those pink lips as his own, but he
hesitated. Yoosung was very aware of all the skin to skin contact, his
underwear being the only barrier between them. He blushed and buried his head
in Saeran’s chest once more.
didn’t think you would ever like someone like me.” Yoosung whispered. The hair
in the back of Saeran’s neck stood on end at the warm breath Yoosung was
expelling across his exposed flesh.
like you?” Saeran asked, making circles with his finger on Yoosung’s back.
you know, a nobody, naïve, and gullible. You’re so tough, and scary sometimes,
and really edgy.”
laughed, and Yoosung’s blush brightened. Was Saeran laughing at him?
Saeran tilted his head so he could look into his eyes. “I’m not tough at all,
I’m always scared, everything out there scares me. It isn’t just Saeyoung that
keeps me here, I’m too scared to step into the real world, I’ve never been a
part of it. I don’t understand it. And to me you are so very brave, a lot
braver than me, and you’re not a nobody. You make me feel safe, and you have no
idea how much that means to me. How much you mean to me. You’re so full of
light, why would you want to be with someone that will only drag you into the
darkness?” his eyes brimmed with tears and they began to flow over his cheeks.
lip quivered and his heart pounded. Could Saeran hear it? Could he feel it?
can share it with you. My light, I’ll make it burn bright enough for us both. I
couldn’t help but smile at how earnest Yoosung looked. There had been several
loud thunder claps overhead while they had been speaking, but Yoosung had not
reacted to them in the least.
like that.” Saeran’s voice quavered and he sniffled, trying to stop his crying.
wondered at how they had ended up like this. Yoosung was usually the one that
ended up sobbing. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed the trail down
to his chin. They were so close, their breath mixing. Saeran closed the
distance between them and pressed his salty lips against Yoosung’s. They were
as soft as he imagined them to be. Soft and pliant. Their breathes became
heavier, their chests heaving against each other, Saeran pulled Yoosung over
him and Yoosung straddled Saeran, kneeling to either side of Saeran.
smiled at each other and Saeran continued to run his hand down Yoosung’s back
and over his ass. Yoosung hummed and glued their lips together once more. The
thunder shook the windows but Yoosung was beyond hearing it. His body thrummed
with Saeran’s touch.
was flushed as he felt Saeran’s semi hard cock. He couldn’t believe how
assertive he had been with Saeran. Yoosung had never done anything like this,
but he couldn’t stop himself. Maybe Saeran was right, sometimes your body did
things you had no control over.
finished his work around three in the morning. He walked itno the living room
to grab some water and check on Yoosung. He was rubbing his eyes, attempting to
hold back a yawn, but failing miserably. He tried to be quiet, so he wouldn’t
wake him up. When he peeked over the sofa, there was nothing there but the
blanket he had given Yoosung to sleep on. He looked around, but there was
nowhere else Yoosung could have picked to sleep. Scratching his head he guessed
maybe Yoosung had taken him up on sleeping on his bed. Grabbing the water, he
headed towards his room.
opened the door quietly, but as he approached the bed, it was clear Yoosung was
not in it. He was beginning to get worried. He decided to check Saeran’s room.
Saeyoung had begun to worry about Saeran’s feelings for Yoosung. To Saeyoung,
they were clear, but Yoosung was oblivious. He’d spoken to Saeran, suggesting
that he tell Yoosung how he felt, but it had ended up in an argument with
Saeran stating that he was not good enough for someone like Yoosung. Saeyoung
had told him that it was up to Yoosung to decide that, not Saeran. Saeran had
shoved past him and slammed his bedroom door shut, they had not spoken about it
opened the door slowly as well and was stunned to see the two wrapped in each
other’s arms, Yoosung’s head on Saeran’s chest and they looked like they were
both naked. Saeyoung’s eyes flew wide and he had to resist the urge to fly into
the room and jump on the bed. He backed up and closed the door.
time would be early enough to start teasing them. He grinned, happy for his
brother and his best friend.
I'm happy you're so excited about this zootopia musical idea. I mean I'm not, I have precisely the opposite reaction to the idea as you...but you seem to have been irritable a lot lately so it's good to see you happy about something :)
So here’s a klance fic I’ve been thinking about and I had to get it out in the open. So, this is a self-indulge AU that I am temporarily calling ‘Break Down’ au. Basically, Lance has been having dreams involving a person by the name of Lotor, hehe, who seems to act like he knows everything. He feeds Lance ideas that slowly bring out his insecurities, knowing full well that it’ll tear Voltron up from the inside. It’s sort of a dark!Lance fic, I mean, he’s getting corrupted and manipulated, and poor Keith is trying to figure out why. It’s still a work in progress, this is all my brain has given me for right now. Take it as you will! I also drew a picture for it.
Welp, enjoy this idea! Whatever it is…there’s Klance if you squint!
Car Boys (2016-2017) by Nick Robinson and Griffin McElroy is genuinely one of the most heart-wrenching, thought-provoking and transcendent pieces of new media and digital art that I have ever been given the pleasure of experiencing and honestly now that it’s over I don’t really know what to do with myself and my life