may you please stop

Intern, you have been here since the end of May. Please stop fucking shit up so much that I spend the morning fixing it.

Stop cancelling insurance that we didn’t get a cancel for just because the name matches.

READ WHAT YOU ARE GETTING AND WHAT YOU’RE ENTERING WHERE.

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friendly reminder that even if you think something happened between band members, they are human too, and deserve privacy, and there are just some lines you shouldn’t cross, and questions you shouldn’t ask

anonymous asked:

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Y’all honestly, please stop asking about ships please

Rouge et Noir 第3弾 ピットボス アーレン・クライヴ編 『Double Down』(Rouge et Noir Vol.3 • Pit Boss Arlen Clive Hen)

Hanakagami has announced the third volume of Rouge et Noir! In contrast to the previous two volumes, the featured character is actually a villain. ( • v • )

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

The drug management division of the public health ministry has been keeping a close eye on the illicit dealings involving the rising popularity of a new drug called “Rouge et Noir.”

After being assigned to the special regional criminal investigation unit due to times of emergency, and given your laudable scores in your training programs, you have been given an especially unique mission as one of the very few female agents in the drug management division. 

In specific, you are to infiltrate the syndicate (“House”) currently distributing the drug by making contact with a high-ranked leader of the organization—Arlen Clive. 

You manage to catch the eye of Arlen after making numerous visits to and from the bar rumored to be his regular haunt. Arlen, in turn, starts to get closer to you in order to entice you into becoming his lover.

But as you two spend more time together, you find yourself becoming increasingly charmed by his mysterious and gentlemanly nature…

CV: テトラポット登 (Furukawa Makoto)

Release Date: May 31st, 2017.

Fear Toxin For Dummies!?

Scarecrow hates this guy! As our expert divulges the top 10 ingredients that supposedly are in Fear toxin and how you can literally make it in Walmart.

Dear white women

Please stop asking me if you can touch my hair.

Please stop being offended when I say no.

I am not a dog and this is not a fucking petting zoo. You don’t get to be offended that I don’t enjoy being touched by strange people. You don’t get to be offended that I take offense to being asked if you can pet me like a fucking puppy.

Please stop stopping me when I’m shopping , or out with my kids, or hanging with my girlfriend. It is not my responsibility to be your learning experience.

Thank you

You know what? Keep on shipping. 😇

Dear people who think dating someone with a Service Dog is weird,

Yes. We all know it’s a little awkward to be out and about with someone who constantly gets screamed at by little kids and followed around because “oh my god you brought a dog to Walmart”

But please keep in mind that we are people too. And that dog is there to save our lives.

If you ever have the opportunity to date/be friends with someone with a service dog, expect the following:

- Increased “getting ready time”. We aren’t just getting ourselves ready.

- Extra time before going into a store while we put our dog’s gear on. (Some people let their dog ride in the back seat and therefore, it’s a lot easier for them to just grab the dog and go. Some of us will have our dogs ride in crates for their safety though. People really like to pull out in front of me, for instance, so I prefer to crate my dog in the car to keep her safe. She’s also more comfortable in her crate while travelling.) so expect us to need a minute to grab our stuff after we get parked.

- Yes. People are gonna be nosy. They’re gonna shout and we are typically a big attention source.

- I dunno about a lot of SD handlers but I know that I carry a backpack with stuff for my dog in it. Her mat, a first aid kit in case of an emergency, lots of water, our doctor’s note, vaccination records, and dog license papers in case of an access issue (no, not “registration” papers because they do not exist") but just be warned. There’s some days where I may look like a backpacker.

- If my dog alerts me and I leave promptly, I’m not trying to abandon or ditch you. My dog just told me I need to do something relating to my illness and I may need more space than what is available right in that very spot. Feel free to come with us to wherever we end up going, unless we tell you to please wait until we get back.

- People may stop us to ask about the dog. I hate it too but my anxious ass will not allow me to ignore people when they ask me a question because it’s “rude”. Plan for extra minutes in the store if this happens.

- I personally like going to restaurants that have booths where I can hide my dog from the public so I don’t have to hear “THERES A DOG” every five minutes while I’m eating. Please do not suggest that we eat at the most crowded place in the city. Some of u don’t mind siting at smaller tables, but I’d rather hide my dog while I’m eating to save myself the frustration of everyone in the restaurant throwing a fit.

- Yes. My dog does wear shoes when it’s hot out. People will point it out. Ignore them.

- Somedays I’m just not going to want to go out. Please understand that this is no fault of your own. It’s usually because I don’t have the spoons to deal with the public.

Please never ask if we can “just not bring the dog today.” It’s not an option. Don’t even try.

Generally please don’t treat us badly and please don’t use it as a “holier than though” thing.

You don’t need to say “oh yeah I date someone with a service dog!” Unless someone asks. You don’t need to announce it to the world. We are people too. Don’t use us as an excuse to be a “model citizen”.

MOST IMPORTANTLY, just because you’re our friend/partner, DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET PETTING RIGHTS. THE DO NOT PET RULE STILL APPLIES TO YOU WHILE THE DOG IS WORKING.

Sometimes I forget exactly how much I love NCT but then I see a picture of them smiling and having fun and I-I get so soft… Like??? They’re such precious nerds and seeing them happy brings me so much warmth and joy and just– goodness how I do adore them and their silly antics

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Masterlist

Gifs not mine.

xxno-wayxx said: Sherlock x reader. Reader has a miscarriage?

Warnings: miscarriage and depression.

A/N: this is probably one of the most angsty things I have ever written but I do love write angst. Also, please don’t read this if it is a sensitive topic for you. Also, I added a season four quote in here as I thought it was necessary as it fit the writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! xxx



He wished you’d say something. He wished you'd laugh. He wished you’d smile. Oh how he loved your smile. The way your lips curved and captured joy with the ray of sunshine of your face. The way your eyes lit up and sparkled. That hadn’t occurred in a long while.

 

 

You kept him sane. He could listen to you for hours and not tire of your voice, your sweet melodic voice. Sherlock would be fascinated by you, despite your belief that you were quite ordinary. He was also in love with you; an emotion he denied feeling for a while. However, when the time came for him to care for you, he couldn’t. You’d shut him out completely. You’d shut everyone since the trip to the hospital…

 

 

You awoke with labour-like pains in the middle of the night. You screamed out in agony and pools of blood was running down your leg.

“It’s only six months!” You cried out in both pain and agony. You clung to Sherlock as he held you in his arms. “This cannot be happening.” Your wails could be heard from downstairs so Mrs Hudson, fearing the worst, came up to your flat but Sherlock sent her swiftly away as she entered the bedroom.

“I’m going to call an ambulance,” Sherlock whispered softly to you. He went to leave you to get his phone as the pair of you had just so happened to leave your phones in the living room. When he pulled away to leave, you clung to him tighter so he picked you up and carried you with him when he went to retrieve the phone. He knew moving would make the pain increase but you wouldn’t leave him.

 

 

Everything seemed to go in a blur until you had to give birth. That was very slow and full of torment. Sherlock was by your side through it all. He tried to stay strong for you. In the end, you were left on the bed with your tiny child in your arms. Nothing could have brought her round. You could do nothing but look down at her and weep. But you didn’t weep. You just felt empty. Sherlock felt the same but a single tear trickled down his face. It’s not like Sherlock didn’t care. He cared a lot as he loved you and your baby, that you unfortunately lost. You cried buckets after the birth but as soon as she was placed in her arms, all emotion was lost from your exterior. Sherlock hated the thought of you bottling it all inside.

“She needs a name,” You stated. Sherlock nodded in agreement.

“Melody.”

“And a middle name?”

Sherlock thought. “Elizabeth. Melody Elizabeth Holmes.”

“My little Melody.”

 

 

“Y/N,” Sherlock called. “I’ve made you a cup of tea.” Sherlock never made anyone tea and he knew you wouldn’t drink it but he wanted to try. You were stood by the window gazing out at the street below. You’d been stood there for around an hour lost in your thoughts like usual. You’d been like this for three months. Your body had healed relatively quickly but you were mentally unstable. You rarely ate or drank and you hardly slept. You only slept after the miscarriage and you felt absolutely exhausted. Well, you did feel incredibly tired for the next three months but couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. When you did sleep, you didn’t want to wake up.

 

 

“Y/N,” Sherlock repeated the tea. This time you slowly turned your head to face him. You frame was thin, due to the lack of eating and you had heavy bags under your eyes.

“I’m fine,” You replied quietly. That wasn’t the voice Sherlock was used to hearing as it was broken one.

“You haven’t done anything today, have you?”

No reply.

“Have you eaten?”

No reply.

He sighed. “Y/N, you need help.”

“My baby needed help.” Your eyes welled up. Sherlock took this as a good sign. It was awful to see you cry but he detested seeing you so isolated from the world. This was your first emotional outburst since the day you lost your child.

“I killed her, Sherlock!” You screamed as the flood of tears streamed down the cheeks that were once rosie.

“No,” Sherlock said sternly and walked over to you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “This is not your fault. It was inevitable.”

“Then who’s fault is it?”

“There a several causes that can cause it-”

“But what if the cause is me? What if I have a problem.”

Sherlock sighed. "Approximately 60 percent of miscarriages are caused by mismatched chromosomes. So, if you blame yourself, then you will also have to blame me. Also, most miscarriages are a one time thing so this may not be a problem with you. Please, my love, stop hurting yourself.“

"I just…” You couldn’t think of the right word. “Hurt. Sherlock, I just hurt. I feel so empty. It’s been three months. I should have my little girl with me now. New-born and alive and healthy and… She’s not.”

“We can’t bring her back though.”

“No…”

“I will help you. Everyone will help you. However, you need to realise that I…" A lump formed in his throat. "I lost my child too and now I worry that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m so sorry.” Only now did you realise the pain you put him through. “I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to put you through any pain. I was selfish.”

“No you weren’t selfish. Your baby died, our baby died!” He sighed. “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not!”

“No but it is what it is. We will get help and we’ll get through this together.”


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EXO Reaction to watching Star Wars with you

I love SW too anon! Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“Please don’t… please don’t make the joke and say I look like yoda… please…” *Suffering though the whole movie*

Kris:

*Turns to you and says out of nowhere* “ I’m your father….” *Heavy breathing sounds*

Sehun:

*Every time they are going to watch SW with you..”

Tao:

*Suffering every time something happens to R2D2* “Please tell me they don’t destroy him… please…”

Kai:

“May the force be with you…” *Won’t stop saying it for two weeks*

Xiumin:

“Jagi… after giving it some thought… I decided I want to become a jedi… watching this made me realize I want to travel the galaxy… like Kris”

Baekhyun:

“Wait wait! We can’t start the movie without Chanye- I mean, Yoda!” *Yes… he has his own Yoda*

Luhan:

“I think Anakin needs some lessons on how to become a real man… not a cry baby. He should learn from the best… me!” *He thinks of himself as a jedi xD*

Chen:

*Always having long debates after watching it* “No no… that’s not how it was… he didn’t have the force with him!”

Kyungsoo:

“You know jagi… you are like my princess Leia… I love you” *Always so romantic*

Lay:

“Wait… isn’t that the movie we made a song for….??? Woah… amazing… are we jedi then?”

Suho:

*Takes it very seriously and takes you to train with him* “We never know jagi… when the galaxy will turn against us”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Reader teaches Zenyatta to dance

Watchpoint Gibraltar was often a lonely place. The only team members who stayed there year round were those with nowhere else to go. Company was scarce and Valentine’s Day on the horizon only made things worse. You found yourself in tacit isolation, due largely to Soldier’s aloof nature and Winston’s obsession with his gadgets. The days trudged by with agonizing monotony. The best part of each one was crossing it off the calendar. As the morning stretched onward you fell into a carefully cultivated routine.

First a hot shower followed by a hasty breakfast. Next stop was the common room everyone shared. You took the recliner and busied yourself with phone games and cat videos. Thrilling. Then, once your battery was half gone, you walked around the facilities, picking up the errant banana peel.

The last stop was Gibraltar’s fitness center, complete with a swimming pool, fully supplied gym, track, and basketball court. A large boombox, courtesy of Lucio, sat on the sidelines of the gymnasium. There was a certain bounce to your step as you trotted over to plug in your phone. This was your one solace. Dance.

The beat drummed along the floor, into your bones. A brilliant smile spread across your face and it wasn’t long before you’d lost yourself to the rhythm. Your eyes were closed. All the better to imagine your stage. Besides, you knew every inch of this room by now. Hands snapped up and then snaked back down your body. Hips rolled, booty rocked, you popped, locked, dropped, and brought it back up. If it weren’t for the sound of metallic clapping and gentle laughter you may have even twerked.

“Please, do not stop on my account. I was simply admiring your skill.” Zenyatta, floating in the doorway, encouraged you to continue. Your cheeks turned a rosy shade of blush and you rushed over to turn off the music. “I’m so sorry,” you offered sheepishly, “I thought everyone was away. When did you arrive?” The omnic sensed your true question and was more than happy to answer. “Do not worry. I watched only for a few brief moments. Genji and I have returned at Winston’s request. A mission lies before us.” If robots could smile, he’d certainly be grinning at you. “My apologies for disturbing you. Though I am happy to have witnessed such grace. It is a talent I have yet to master.” A few last waves of embarrassment rippled through you as you thanked him for the kind words. “I could teach you, if you want. I mean, I’m no master like you. But if you wanted to learn I could–”

“That sounds wonderful. I am always open to learning new things. Thank you for the opportunity.” Zenyatta floated over with more grace than he knew, and waited patiently for instruction. 

“Well… You can’t really dance without putting your feet on the ground… Can you stand?” Obediently, the monk unfolded himself from his usual perch. You gasped, “I never knew how tall you were!” Zen had drawn himself up over six feet in height. He laughed kindly at your surprise and your cheeks grew hot once more. “Alright… Let’s start with something simple. Put one hand on my hip and take my right hand with the other. Perfect.” His grip was steady and confident but gentle. The metal was warm against your skin. You placed your left hand on his shoulder and closed the distance between you. His orbs responded by widening their orbit and hovering around you. Suddenly, you felt heat flush across your brow and couldn’t help but smile. This was more intimate than you anticipated.

“Now you lead, right foot forward, then left. Then move back. Yes! Now add a little wiggle and swing those hips!” You giggled and demonstrated with your own shapely form. He tilted his head and sighed admiringly, “You make it look so easy.” In truth he wasn’t the best dancer but he could follow the basic steps. Zen even tried to move his hips in similar fashion. You erupted in playful laughter, “You’re doing great! I’m truly impressed!.” Those orbs whirled around and he seemed to beam at your approval. “You are an excellent teacher. I only hope I have made you proud.”

“Absolutely. We’ll have to dance more tomorrow! It’ll be nice to finally have a partner.” The omnic bowed before you and you curtseyed in return. “I look forward to nothing more. It will be a pleasure.”

Open Letter To The Community

So recently, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts circulating of other members of the community saying things along the lines us “I’m not nearly as good looking as everyone else in the community” or “Compared to everyone else around here, I look ugly”.  I’ve also even had some people who have told me this directly in conversation, that they felt not good enough to be here, not attractive enough, or they just doubt themselves and feel intimidated to talk to people because of that.

Loves,

ALL of us are here for ONE reason, a SINGLE reason we all know and have in common.

We all like tickling.  

Whether it be sexual or not, whether you consider it a fetish, kink, or just an interest/love, we are all here because we all love the same thing.  So we are all basically a community of nerds who made blogs so we can reach out and connect with others who feel the same way!  No one is better than anyone else, there’s no popularity system happening, there’s no cliques, we are literally all just a bunch of geeks who wanted to find a place to express their love for this thing we all love.

This community NEEDS you, ALL of you!  We are filled with people of all shapes, sizes, colors, sexualities, personalities, races, religions, mental illnesses….the list is endless, but we are such a beautiful place of acceptance for all of those things I’ve listed, and more and thats literally one of my favorite things about this place.  No matter what you look like, no matter how annoying you might think you are, there’s always a friend or a group of friends here that you click with because we are all such an amazingly accepting crowd.  

This community would most certainly not be at all what it is without all of you guys, its members.  Because all of us are so different, it makes it so much easier and fun when all of us come together and connect with each other here.  The fact that you look different or act different than other blogs is perfect and so more than welcome, and you’re what makes this community such an incredible place to be in. 

So please my lovelies, stop self-deprecating because you may not feel good enough to be here, or as good as another blog, but you so ARE and I WANT you here because seeing all of your little reblogs, posts, likes, and stuff make me so happy.  You MORE than deserve to be here because you’re you, you’re beautiful, you ARE good enough, and most importantly you’re unique, which is what makes this community so amazing to be a part of.  I’m honestly so honored to be a part of this family with each and every one of you here.  

-Abs xoxo

Tips for Dealing with Jungian Types

When working with persons who prefer these cognitive process, consider the following tips:

Introverted Feelings

• They are listening intently to you, especially for tone of voice, motivations, words that link to your values, and what’s left unsaid.

• Speak thoughtfully, take your time, and don’t rush; because when they are done listening, they may seem surprisingly definitive about decisions.

 • Speak to their values, especially positively-felt values, to get their attention. At the same time, remain true to yourself to avoid phony affect.

• They experience strong gradations of importance from like to dislike but may only verbalize circumstantial reasons for their evaluations.

• When trying to persuade them, know that their deep values and moral assessments tend to resist pragmatic arguments or contextual factors.

• Withholding feedback arouses their attention. Otherwise they are hard to faze and may not adjust their behavior to fit social expectations.

Extraverted Feelings 

• They attend to you, your words, and how you may be evaluating them, though they may show few outward physical signs of doing so.

• Give them room to discuss considerations of justice and injustice. Ethics of people’s choices and failings are highly salient to them.

• While they often stay sociable and may self-disclose in order to build a relationship, be cautious about implying that you fully understand them.

• They use and respond to value-laden language. They focus on word choice more than tone of voice, which may be steady even when upset.

• They are more verbal than visual, and may look and sound highly logical sometimes, for certain tasks, while eschewing logic in general.

• Some of them are more visionary and planful for the future while others are more playful and willing to consider what-if.

Introverted Thinking

• They tend to rely on sophisticated, complex reasoning using multiple reasoning methods including deducing, categorizing, weighing odds, etc.

 • Their thought processes are not directly linked to sensory inputs, so their decision-making tends to be “deep” and “detached”.

• Set aside time for them to clarify—to make and correct mistakes and inconsistencies—as they strive for high accuracy before implementing.

• They are adept at navigating conceptual terrain, and possibly physical terrain, so provide space for them to shift course or backtrack.

• Provide techniques—besides putting up a “brick wall”—to deal with excessive social and emotional data, which may overwhelm them.

• They may quickly stop listening as they assess the relevance of what others are saying. Consider asking them to repeat back what they’ve heard.

Extraverted Thinking

• They use their brain in an energy-efficient way, relying chiefly on seeing measurable elements, hearing words, and making decisions.

• They use and respond to facts and figures, preferably using visual/spatial formats like charts, diagrams, and grids.

• They attend to the specific words they and others use, such that the choice of one word over another can alter the bigger picture for them.

• Brainstorming, especially when it is off-task, is a non-preferred activity. That said, they may get creative for leisure or in quiet moments.

• Help them invest in defining their areas of strength. Important: Do not mistake their confidence and speed for competence.

• They can do rapid decision-making and/or explaining for many hours. Encourage them to take time to consider their responses more thoroughly.

Introverted Sensing

• They prefer low-distraction environments and need time to review experiences in order to ground new learnings.

• Utilize step-by-step methods to help them develop skills, and provide a road map for them to track their progress.

• Provide a skillful role-model for them to observe and copy, and schedule follow-up time, review sheets, etc. to practice with correction.

• Recognize they may want to focus on one path or goal longer than you might, or may simply keep working to please you or until you say “stop”.

• Stay alert for a surprising skill they might have that doesn’t fit their usual pattern. They may not mention the skill unless asked about it.

• Take care with your feedback. They are adjusting their behavior in light of your input including nonverbal clues such as facial expressions.

Extraverted Sensing

• They prefer stimulating environments with rich sensory input. Work in a place with windows, enticing views, and interesting decor.

• Provide and encourage movement. Consider ways to take breaks while remaining productive, such as talking while walking through a park.

• Make your ideas meaningful with relevant context, sensory details, and physical tools. Allow them to test the tools by trial and error.

• Don’t rely on metaphor. You can use metaphors, just use familiar metaphors and start with and support the metaphors with literal meanings.

• Focus on challenges, and allow for resourceful responses to crises. Hold back from over-defining the experience or making it too safe.

• Let them respond to whatever comes up, and be willing to join them if you wish to earn their friendship and respect.

Introverted Intuition

•They prefer time away from external stimulation and mundane demands in order to access their rich internal processes.

• They benefit from a physical or sensory focus (e.g. using a finger while reading) to stay focused while gathering information (reading, etc.).

• Help them verbally or visually communicate the hazy multitude of factors they consider as they arrive at a holistic solution to a problem.

• Provide techniques for them to turn to when their introspective intuit- ing process isn’t working and they need to act fast.

• Carve out time for them to explore the future and visions of what will be. Also work with them to develop specifics to actualize these visions.

• Encourage rich experiences that feed different brain regions, so when they search within themselves, their brain has something to offer them.

Extraverted Intuition

• They prefer diverse inputs for brainstorming. Allow sensory distractions with television, radio, friends, and so forth all present at once.

• Allow their goals and meanings to coalesce from various inputs, mental processes, and side treks rather than pushing a linear process.

• Focus on meanings and relationships between ideas, starting perhaps with metaphors and analogies. Make sure the analogies work well!

• They may need help taking abstract and associational ideas into literal communications that will be effective with others.

• Encourage role-play, acting as-if, and ad-hoc problem solving. Feel free to propose fanciful or vague scenarios that afford improvising and imagining. 

• Use some humor, word-play, and similar cognitive games. If people are laughing together, there is a good chance they are using this process.


(From the book “Neuroscience of Personality: Brain Savvy Insights For All Types of People” by Dario Nardi)

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Rehearse

An Anon sent me this request quite a while ago. I’m very sorry that it took so long to complete but I really had to get a good idea of what I would be writing in it :). I hope the lovely anon who sent me this enjoys the fic.
Zen x MC

L.


Rehearsals were grueling. Hours of repeating the same line over and over in a room alone, until the director thought you got it just right. It took so much work but how could you not love it. The sensation of trying on your costume for the first time which had been made just for you. The support and bond between cast members and having the opportunity to sing to your hearts content be your job. The only thing that made it better was Zen.

You didn’t know him when you started the production. You didn’t really know anyone. It was your first professional musical and somehow you had sung and acted well enough to earn the role of Christine in their production of Phantom of the Opera.

There was always a tense edge to rehearsals. You could hear the whispers behind your back, the sharp words not meant for your ears but it didn’t hurt any less. They didn’t want you there.

People were jealous of your achievement. Saying you bribed the director… and worse. More than anything they were jealous that you were partnered with Zen. Zen the beautiful. Zen the angel. Zen the beast. To you he was just Zen, playing the role of Raoul. That didn’t make your heart flutter any less.

He was always so kind to you, sharing a few encouraging words during those few hours together in the rehearsal space even though you knew he was the same with everyone else. On stage when you performed together you felt alive, the love you shared felt real. He looked at you like he was meant to love you for the rest of your life. When you, no, Christine was taken by the Phantom, his pain was real and raw. It was mesmerising.

You had never spoken outside of the rehearsal times, nor on anything other than the performance itself. Sharing comments and thoughts about musical phrasing and line pronunciation. Every time those moments happened you knew that he would go and do the same for another girl. Making them feel just as special, but… he was just trying to be kind to appease everyone. To maintain his honourable and kind image but never going far enough to lead anyone to the realisation and despair that he could never be theirs.

They had held off until the dress rehearsal for the kissing scenes. The director said that the costumes and set complete would make the situation feel more real… pull out more emotions. It just made you more nervous. The high notes were nothing compared to the thought that you would have to kiss the man you think you loved without him even knowing, whilst playing a character.

You grew more and more nervous as the show progressed. You stood alone on stage. You knew he was cued to come from behind you. To wrap his arms around you, to sing softly in your ear. The music started and your heart came close to stopping. Your hands were shaking, and you were close to tears. You could see the director gleaming as he watched on believing you really felt the emotions of Christine in that moment. But there was so much more going on.

He started to sing, his arms wrapping around you tenderly. He took your hands as you gazed at him, as if in a trance. You could see nothing but him. “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears…” His hand ran up to trace the line of your jaw before caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into it. His voice was enchanting and gentle. As you sung your lines to the audience, you could feel his eyes upon you, begging you to turn back to him.

The song grew closer and closer to the end. Your eyes travel slowly from his eyes to focus upon his lips. Your anxious emotions from earlier were completely destroyed by the intense desire to kiss him. To feel his lips against yours.

His hand came up to your cheek again, caressing it in a gentle hold before you were drawn back into his captivating eyes. He leant in slowly as the music softened. He was so close his eyes close, beckoning yours to follow as you fell into the kiss.

His lips were soft and gently with the subtle taste of smoke lingering on them. He drew his hand around to your nape of your neck as you threaded your fingers through his silver hair tugging on them slightly to let him know you wanted this. You wanted him. Not Raoul but Zen. You weakened at his touch as he gently pulled your head upwards towards him, deepening the kiss as his arm snaked around your waist pulling your body closer to his. It was all too real as your lips yearned for more but you both were pulling away quickly with a loss of breath and the stage cues signalled through the theatre as the stage went dark. The moment ending.

-

You went down into the underpass beneath the stage in order to reach the other side for your next scene but you were stopped. “What was that?!” He pinned your body against the wall with no escape. No space to divert his intense gaze. He was angry. Oh god! He was angry. You felt tears threatening to form.

“Oh god… what am I supposed to do when you do that! On stage! When you make me feel like that…” There was still anger laced in his voice but it had softened as if he was confused and unsure.

“I have to go… I am in the next scene.” You say, your voice slightly shaky after being caught out. He was mad. He was going to reject you. You duck out of his arms trying to make a quick exit.

“No. You’re not leaving yet.” He says grabbing your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“I need to know MC. Was that real. I felt… I don’t know what I felt but that was more than acting. Was it real? Did you mean it… or were you just acting…?” His voice was strained, concerned and confused. There was something behind his eyes which was there before but burning through brighter than before.

You couldn’t reply. You swallowed longingly begging that he was asking what you were thinking.

“Argh I said I wouldn’t but may I? Can I? Would you stop me if I was wrong? Please… Tell me that you want it as well.” He says closing the gap between you, his eyes now only centimetres from yours. His gaze darted from your lips to you as if asking permission, the light in his eyes growing brighter as he watched you. “Please. I want to kiss you again.”

You leant your head up just enough that your lips brushed against his. “Zen…” You whispered longingly. That was all he needed. His lips brushed against yours until he felt your lips part. His hand was almost immediate to wrap around to the back of your head and lower waist pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as his tongue darted into your mouth swirling it around your tongue playfully. When he heard your moan his teeth grazed against your lips where he nibbled gently on your lower lip. “Zen” You managed to say again full of desire.

“Oh god MC. What are you doing to me?” His face has a slight red tinge across it as you look up at him. “I didn’t want to say anything until the shows were over. I wanted to treat you gently, to take things slow but then you did that on stage! How am I supposed to control myself!” He says in a panicked voice. “Please just say it so I can know that it’s not me forcing my desires upon you. Please.”

“I..” above you, you can hear the song coming to an end. “Zen I really have to go.” You say but the sad look on his face could leave him distraught for the rest of the night in worry about his actions.

You take a few steps towards him taking his face in your palms. “Zen… Lovely Zen, I love you.”

“…Lovely Zen… Love you…” his face turns a bright shade of red, his eyes widening. “Say it again. Please”

“Lovely Zen, I love you.” You could see on his face his intense desire to kiss you again but you had to go. You were too slow to leave as he swept you into his arms, pulling you tightly against him, his head resting against your neck.

“MC. I love you too. I couldn’t help but fall in love with you the way you took everything in your stride. After what all those people said behind your back you never stopped showing them kindness, never speaking a word of complaint or ill will against them. When you practiced your lines with me I felt how genuine you were, how much you loved performing. It showed in your smile. And you were so kind to me, not because of my stunning looks but because you saw my passion. I couldn’t love you more.” His eyes were shining, you had to hold back tears as you placed a kiss against his cheek.

“I will be back to you once this scene is over. I love you Zen.” You said before turning and walking up the steps towards the stage door. From behind you, you heard him whisper to you sending burning heat to your cheeks.

“Babe, if it were me I would never let the phantom go near you. You are mine now and I am yours.”

  • [After Smoke and Shadow in the Royal Palace]
  • Fire Lord Zuko: *stares out of a window and sighs*
  • Mai: What’s wrong, Zuko?
  • Zuko: Mai, I can’t stop thinking about Azula. Wondering where she could be, who she’s hanging out with… What is she thinking? Is she thinking of me? And if we will ever meet someday…
  • Mai: Oh, please Zuko, you have to stop sitting around and wondering about Azula. Wondering where she is, who she’s hanging out with, what she’s thinking, whether she’s thinking of you, and if you’ll ever meet someday… you have much more important things to do.
  • Ty lee: Me too, Mai, I just can’t stop thinking about Azula. Wondering where she could be, what she’s thinking… and if she's going to return someday.
  • Mai: *crosses her arms and sigh patiently* Ty lee, she already slapped you, she got her revenge, she has nothing to do with you anymore.
  • Mai: And for love of Agni guys, your mother, Zuko, never stop saying the same thing since her return, so please let's stop this.
  • Suki: *Enters into the large room hastily* Zuko!
  • Fire Lord Zuko: What's there Suki? Is Azula came back?
  • Suki: No, it's about the former Fire Lord, Zuko, your Father.
  • Zuko: What's that about him?
  • Suki: He gone crazy, he just doesn't stop wondering about Azula. Wondering where she could be, what is she thinking, what she has done, and he's going to make her pay and grovel someday.
Things Obi Wan would say to you:

- “Be calm. Focus.”
- “It’s all in the wrist, (Y/n).”
- “How many times must I save you?”
- “You look beautiful today.”
- “You need to relax. May I help you?”
- “Your eyes are strangely captivating.”
- “Please don’t leave me.”
- “I can handle myself.”
- “Good job. You broke it.”
- “May I kiss you?”
- “Don’t stop, (Y/n). Please.”
- “May the Force be with you.”