#I WANTED A TANGO SCENE SO MUCH AND THIS DRESS IS PERFECT FOR IT

[slashingdisneypasta]

Erik Destler x Fem!StageActress!Reader || Would Include...

Erik Destler always learning your on-stage romantic interests part totally and then 'dispatching' of the poor guy just before he's meant to go on so he then can always taking his place would include...

Warnings: Contemporary musical references, I don't care, shoot me. Also just basic Erik creepiness; murder and not-super-consensual kissing/touches (dub con at most).

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball .

🥀 Erik falling for you almost the moment you entered the Palais Garnier for the first time. He has no chill, we know this. He's like a Disney Princess. One song and he's fallen hopelessly in love.

🥀 Erik always keeping an eye on the cast lists when they come out- checking who you are and if you have a romantic interest. If you do, that person is now his main target. He may not kill them immediately, he'll wait until the final show on the final night, but there is a big red bullseye on their back now.

🥀 Erik practising 'his' lines (The lines of your on-stage romance) in his sewer room, reciting them to a dummy wearing some... familiar clothing. What? No, he didn't sneak into your chambers in the middle of the night and steal them from you! No, no! Absolutely not!... though you are missing a dress exactly like the one the doll is wearing. *cough*

🥀 Erik treating that doll of you with the utmost care. Almost as much as he'd treat you, the real you, with (Or, how he'd like to treat you. Only the lord knows if Erik could actually be gentle if given the chance to hold you). Its really creepy. Imagine his fingertips only grazing the dolls cheek very gently, but his eyes drift downwards (even though, again, its JUST A DOLL- ITS JUST STUFFING, ERIK!- Y O U ' R E T H E O N E W H O S T U F F E D I T- ) with very desire-filled eyes. Imagine him on one knee before the doll, holding its hand in his, its dead-eyes staring off into space while he professes deep speeches about love that are supposed to be romantic but just come out wrong and infatuated off Erik's tongue. Imagine Erik's hand wandering in the middle of a particularly heated scene; completely lost to his imagination.

🥀 Erik n e v e r, ever stealing the part of a villain. Even if that villain gets much more heated, or charged scenes with you then your actual love interest (Duke Monroth, Professor Callahan, Judge Turpin, Scar, etc). He wants to be your hero. Your prince, your true love.

🥀 Erik watching your every show, in his special box 5, studying you with eyes so hot you swear you can feel them on your skin every night. Paying so close attention, so he knows exactly how to compliment you on stage; how to be your perfect stage partner. This is why your scenes in every last show at the Palais Garnier are so impossibly electrifying to the audience- and, to you.

🥀 Erik allowing your casted partner to appear in the first few scenes with you during that last performance on that last night, so you never really know when its going to stop being the one guy and start being Erik- you're on your toes. Waiting the whole performance for the hand you grab onto to be Erik's. (He's waiting for the perfect moment to step in. The moment when you're really, really in character; lost to your art.)

🥀 Erik being the Christian to your Satine during 'El Tango De Roxanne' (His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand), 'Crazy Rolling' (See how I leave with every piece of you. Don't underestimate the things I will do), and 'Your Song Reprise' (Look at me... Satine... Why else live, if not for love?) in Moulin Rouge.

🥀 Erik being the Fiyero to your Elphaba during that super fucking charged 'As Long As You're Mine' scene in Wicked. You know? With you both on your knees on the stage surrounded by dramatic mist and you cant keep your hands off eachother?? *cough cough* I mean, with you both on your knees on the stage surrounded by dramatic mist and Fiyero and Elphaba cant keep their hands off eachother??? XD (Kiss me too fiercely, Hold me too tight; I need help believing, You're with me tonight, My wildest dreamings, Could not foresee, Lying beside you, With you wanting me // Every moment, As long as you're mine, I'll wake up my body, And make up for lost time.)

🥀 Erik being the Prince to your Sleeping Beauty, Snow White during the True Love's Kiss Scene. Oh yes, he definitely goes there. Did you doubt it?

🥀 Erik AS THE BEAST IN 'EVERMORE' TO YOUR BELLE IN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!!!?

🥀 Erik never appearing at the end of the production to bow- he cant. You know that. So he makes his last moments on stage with you last, because honestly- who knows when the next time will be?? Its not like he can come call on you like a normal person... 🙄he's a dramatic freak. He holds your hand a few moments longer then necessary, or a little tighter. He kisses you one more time even though its not scripted.

🥀 Erik leaving you a bouquet of flowers in your dressing room after that last show on that last night. Signed simply, ceaselessly yours.

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🥀 You tell yourself every time that the show must go on. You tell yourself, that thats why you don't stop it; Don't do anything.

🥀 You are lying to yourself. You cant deny the electricity crackling all over your skin every time you see Erik on stage with you, every time Erik touches you under fake pretences. You've never felt quite the same on stage then when he's there with you; you feel like you're really the characters... and there is nothing on earth like that feeling. No one else can give you this. No one but him.

🥀 You expect it now and anxiously await the moment when your practise partner (Just Erik's understudy. Thats what you're thinking of them now; the men who are actually cast) dematerialises from the stage and its Erik.

🥀 You always leave the flowers from Erik at the grave of the man who died. Its sick, the game (?? habit?? r e l a t i o n s h i p??) you're in, but you cant stop. And you cant apologise, so you can only do this.

🥀 You working extra hard to get lead roles at the Palais Garnier. As soon as one show is over, you have a hunger to do it again. Get another part, get Erik back on that stage with you.

Its like an addiction.

[windup-dragoon]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦

[imaginethisdarling]

The Graham Norton show.

Henry Cavill smut.  warnings: smut, adult dialog, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it kids) word count: 2.2k summary: you and Henry do the devils tango in the dressing room. oh you also dislike each other but not really *wink* *wink* A/N: im back from the dead with another questionable smut, before i go ghost again, enjoy or not.

I was sitting on the sofa, carelessly scrolling through my phone passing the time before I have to be on stage, when I heard a knock on my dressing room door. Without a thought in my mind, I got up, still not looking away from my phone and I opened the door expecting it to be one of the staff members to get me prepped up for stage.

“Hello Y/N” and that was when I finally looked up from my phone. Instead of a staff member in front of me stood no other than Henry fucking Cavill. I mentally rolled my eyes at his name and his presence.

Now let me tell you something about Henry, he might be charming and sweet and good-looking, hell, he is very good-looking, but he is an asshole; or more correctly he cannot stand me, and I’m happy to report that the feeling is mutual.

Ever since I have got to the set to film Mission impossible 6, he was nothing but impossibly unpleasant towards me. We couldn’t be left alone for few minutes because we would both find something to bicker about another person. The whole crew knew this, nobody wanted to be near us if it were only the two of us.

The only time we didn’t bicker and want to gouge each other’s eyes out was when we had a scene together, which luckily for me, emphasis on the luckily, we had plenty; henry was portraying a big bad guy and I was sort of his side kick, so we were constantly in the scenes’ together.

I let out a sigh “What do you want?” I asked, not even trying to cover up the annoyance in my voice. Who does he think he is, showing up at my dressing room, with his perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect lips, amazing facial hair, and gorgeously tight dark blue/black suit?

Okay we might not be able to stand each other but the sexual tension between us was thick as pudding.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N is that really how you greet your best friend?” Henry asked smilingly, leaning on the doorframe, not trying to hide the fact that he was checking my outfit out, which I hate to say it matched his perfectly. He licked his lips and finally moved his eyes from my body to my eyes.

“Best friend?” I asked laughingly. “Are you on drugs Henry?” I have to stop to laugh some more. The audacity of this man, seriously. He’s handsome and funny? God really does have favorites.

“Please just leave” I manage to say out while still laughing and trying to close the door, but this hunk of a man stopped It so easily and pushed himself inside and closing the doors behind him, making me stop laughing and take a few steps back.

“what’s so funny Y/N, I’m just trying to build a friendship here” Henry spoke and with each word he took a step closer to me making me take one backwards and wouldn’t you know it I hit a wall. Stupid walls always there when you don’t need them. In that moment I wanted to punch that wall, or Henry, it would pretty much feel the same.

I take a deep breath before I rise my head to meet Henry’s eyes but that was a mistake because of two reasons: reason number one, I inhaled his cologne which made me lightheaded, who knew this jerk could smell so good, and reason number two, he was already staring at me like I was a five-star buffe.

I swallowed deeply before I manage to respond, “you have got to be kidding me.” I mutter out in my most stern voice I could manage while trying to push him away from me, but this brick wall in front of me wouldn’t even budge. “Build a friendship? Now? Out of the blue you had a change of heart? Please don’t make me laugh any further because I will end up peeing my pants.”

“you’re not wearing pants.” Henry bits back and gives himself an excuse to drag his gaze up and down my body once again, making me feel hot. I internally cursed myself for the effect this man has over me.

But I pulled myself together, not letting it show “And you’re not making any sense. Now if you’re done devouring me with your looks like a horny 12-year-old boy, I would kindly ask you to get the hell out.” I spit out getting angry at him and at myself and my stupid body for liking how his presence felt.

Henry laughed, and the next thing I knew he had his hand wrapped around my neck, pushing me into the wall and pushing his body into mine, hovering over me. His lips are dangerously close to mine, so close I could feel his hot breath on mine. A wave of butterflies danced around in my pussy and the room became incredibly hot.

“Now listen here.” Henry began in his husky voice “We are both aware of this sexual tension that’s been going on between us for a while now. So, being the gentleman I am, I will make you a proposition. How about we screw each other out of our systems and go on about our day?” he licked his lips gazing between my lips and my eyes.

My breath got stuck in my throat, and not because Henry’s hand was there. This was all too much and not enough at the same time. I wanted him to fuck the living shit out of me, but why give in so easily. “Who said I wanted to fuck you?” I asked, smirking back.

Henry chuckled and gripped me even tighter. “So if I, let’s say, put this hand” he rose his left hand and my eyes followed his every move, “into your panties” he continued while running his left hand down my breasts, my side and stopping at my hip, making me shudder “you wouldn’t be wet? Not even a little bit?” he raised his eyebrow and stood very still. Way too still.

“no.” I replied breathlessly. This was all too much for me.

“No?” he repeated after me.

“No because I’m not wearing any panties.” I replied and smirked, and he took that as a yes and smashed his lips against mine, pushing me even further into the wall. While his lips were soft like clouds there was nothing soft about our kiss. It was rough and needy and down to the point. I placed my hands on the back of his neck pulling him closer while his left hand finally found its way to my pussy.

I gasped when his hand made contact with my skin, but he didn’t let me catch any breath because he was attacking my lips once again, with the same force. I lifted my leg around him to give him better access and he pushed two fingers into my wet entrance. “oh fuuck.” I moan out.

Henry removes his hand from my throat, grabbing both of my hands by my wrists and pinning them above my head. His fingers kept pumping in and out of me, making me arch my back, trying to get as much skin to skin contact as possible.  

I closed my eyes and let out a moan and I felt Henry stop. I opened my eyes and saw Henry staring back at me. He got dangerously close, making our nose’s touch. “When I fuck you I want your eyes on me. Understood kitten?”

I nodded but he still didn’t continue, so I started moving my hips around to get some fraction, yet he still didn’t continue he just stared at me.

“Ugh, why are you just standing there?” I groaned out frustrated, but he didn’t bug again.

I was growing more and more frustrated while he was just standing there, doing nothing. “Please Henry just fuck me.”

He smirked at my desperate plea making me roll my eyes. He pulled his fingers out and I was about to groan again but the sight of him licking my juices of off his fingers made me stop in my tracks. He didn’t break eye contact once. “you taste marvelous Y/n”

He brushed a finger over my pussy once again and I shuddered but as quick as I got any contact it was gone, but then he parted my lips open with his finger full of my juices. “Taste yourself.” And I did, I licked his fingers clean without dropping eye contact.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and looked around the room. He fixated his look on a table that had a mirror behind it and he took my hands and guided me to it. He stood behind me, running his free hand over my back and making me bend over, pressing my face onto the cool surface of the table.

He let go of my hands and lifted my dress up. He let out a whistle “my God, look at that ass Y/n” he said slapping my cheeks, making me moan again. He roamed his hand a bit more over my ass, slapping it here and there before he started to undo his pants.

In a blink of an eye I could feel his hard dick at my entrance, sliding it up and down my pussy making me groan in frustration. “Please Henry.” I begged once more.

He kept sliding his dick up and down, not giving in. “Please what Y/n?” he asked.

I raised my head up, making eye contact in the mirror, “Fuck me.”

He entered me with a quick thrust, and I let out a scream. His hand quickly covered my mouth, and I pressed my face onto the table once again. His dick was so big and thick it made me feel like he will rip me apart, or that I will end up in the ER.  

“Damn Y/n you really do have a tight cunt, who would’ve thought.” He said only to fuck me rougher. I wanted to respond that I wasn’t tight he was just enormous but all that came out of my mouth were moans, muffled into Henry’s hand.

I kept moaning into his hand, glancing from time to time up into the mirror to look at him and he did the same.

Henry grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at myself in the mirror. “Look at yourself. You look like a pathetic slut, so hungry for my cock.” And the only response I could give back was more moans. He smiled at me.

“Look how good I make you feel you slut. C’mon tell me how good I make you feel.” He kept increasing the speed. He removed his hand away from my mouth and I moaned loudly and he quickly shut me back up. “I will take that as an answer.”

He let go off my hair and put his hand on my clit and started moving his hand in circles. I cried out but that only made him smile and thrust into me harder.

And that’s when we heard a knock on the door. I looked up at henry hoping for him to stop but he only kept thrusting without a care in the word. He whispered, “go on.” And removed his hand from my mouth. I had to pull myself together quickly. “Yes?” I asked, quickly covering my mouth because a moan was threatening to escape my mouth.

“Miss Y/n, I need to mic u up because you’re going to go on stage in five minutes. May I come in?.” Said the person on the other side of the door.

My eyes flew wide open and my reaction made Henry only chuckle, this asshole. “Umm.” I started, gathering my thoughts, I will be out in a minute.”

“But I really need to-“ the person on the other side started but I cut them off. “I said I’d be out in a minute.”

“Okay” the person replied and walked away, hopefully.

Henry smirked “You’re so hot when you’re angry, have I told you that?” Henry whispered in my ear. “I guess we will have to finish this quickly then.” He started thrusting even harder into me and I could feel myself being close.

The whole situation made me only hornier and with few more pumps I felt my orgasm taking over me and I screamed into my hand which got quickly covered by Henry’s as well, trying to quiet down the sound as much as possible.

I guess that aroused him as well because just as I was getting down from my orgasm, I could feel his hot seed all over inside of me and he let a deep grunt out.

His body slumped over mine, and we stayed in that position for a bit, catching our breaths. Henry slowly got up pulling out of me and helping me on my feet. As soon as I’ve done that, I could feel his hot seed running down my leg and henry saw it too.

He smiled at me in the mirror, kissed my neck and whispered in my “round two after the show at my place?”

[dienamights]

Not Your Best Man | D.Kaminari

✎ Denki Kaminari was resentful of all the things Katsuki Bakugou has, the high hero ranks, the fame despite his demeaning behavior, his intelligence, and most importantly, you.

✎ Protagonists: Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

✎ Word count: 5.2K

✎ Category: Smut MDNI, angst

✎ Caution(!): Smut MDNI, swearing, denki is jealous, bakuhoe is an asshole, mommy kink, loss of control of quirk during sex, degradation, praise, oral (male!receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial to a certain point, mention of puking, doing denki dirty in so many ways and I’m sorry but I’m also… not sorry.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s well! I’m here with @forrest-fern’s Seven Deadly Sins server Collab! I snatched Denki and chose Envy! I wasn’t able to get bakugou but you know damn well I’m squeezing his ass in there lmao (peep the banner you can see the boom boom boy) (shut up im not late shush)

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Her hair is piled up and back, showing more of her delicate yet strong features. Skin so flawless his hands feel bound when he wants to touch it, afraid of staining it with his fingertips, not deeming himself worthy to taint it. Eyes brought out beautifully with makeup products she knew how to work to make her look even more gorgeous than she already is. Lips perfectly coated in lipstick, always formed in the littlest smile, and he feels compelled to kiss the product off of them.

The dress is perfect, it sits on her body as if it has been made just for her. Its fabric folds hugging her figure, following her curves. It’s color is gorgeous against her skin with long sleeves that cover her arms, the backless dress shows skin that begs him, taunts him to touch it and to guide her along with him. The collar exposes enough shoulders that teases him to bite and mark up. It's tight skirt pooled till the floor with a slit up to her left thigh. She looks stunning and he couldn't stop but linger his eyes on her.

She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Mesmerising eyes, so crystal clear that he could see rivers, oceans, the whole world through them. No flower, no goddess, not even Aphrodite could ever compare to her beauty. She has the body of a dancer, lithe, supple and oh so beautiful. With every step she takes, it looks as though she’s floating, and Denki only became more convinced that he had been around an angel for the majority of his life and he -regretfully- only was able to realize it a bit too late.

Regretfully, because she wasn’t his, isn’t his, will never be his. Not the measly unimportant groomsman. No, she is the best man’s, Katsuki Bakugou’s, meant to be his forever. 

Bakugou’s BakugousBakugousBakugous… Dammit

“I do.” 

An adorable little boy dressed in a black tuxedo walks up and hands Kirishima a ring. He slips it on Mina's finger. The pastor smiles and turns to Mina. She wears a strapless wedding gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads sewn on her gown. She wears a two-tier veil, with a matching crystal head-piece. She holds a French rose silk bouquet. Kirishima is stunning. He wears a black, single-breasted, satin tuxedo with a white-wing collar shirt.

The pastor repeats the question and receives the same reply. You watch her take his ring from a small girl dressed in pink and place it on his finger. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." 

"You may now kiss your bride." He does so, placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing his lips against hers. The pastor holds up his hands, bringing the cheering crowd to their feet.

Kirishima and Mina leave the gazebo, arms linked, with huge smiles on their faces. The best man, maid of honor, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids follow suit, falling in behind them. They stop near the end of the walk, forming the start of the receiving line. 

The family and guests file down, pausing for hugs and kisses and congratulating the young couple. Mina then turns around and throws her bouquet of flowers behind her. The women collide with each other as they try to catch it. 

She cheers loud when the bouquet falls in your hands, and you giggle and wave it around, the women’s disappointed groans muffled in your ears when you catch the beautiful vermillions of your partner, oblivious to the golden specks that have been eyeing your every move since you stepped foot into the wedding.

“You could’ve been more obvious about wantin’ me to put a ring on your finger.” Katsuki chuckles against your ear, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, both of you looking at the newlyweds as they enter the reception with everyone awwing at them as they did their first dance as husband and wife.

The sun has set long ago, the full moon hanging and illuminating the area beautifully, the fairy lights and lamps circling the area, making the happy couple look absolutely glowing, and you smile at the scene from outside the dance floor.

“They fell in my hands ‘Suki.” you giggle, lacing your fingers between his, “Besides, you already did, didn’t you?” 

“Hmm,” his breath tickles your ear, fingers twisting your engagement ring around your ring finger, “was forced to, after all that whinin’ ‘bout wantin’ to settle down and not knowin’ when we’ll see each other when we’re goin’ on missions, and cherishin’ the lives-” he fakes a snore and rests his full weight on your back, both of you laughing as you tip forward and he catches you in time, placing his hand on your waist again and swaying with you as you see your friends happier than they ever were.

You look perfect, standing there holding each other, absolutely and utterly disgusting. Denki stares at you, fire spreading in his abdominal, his lungs constricting with every breath he takes the longer he looks at you. Swaying together, Katsuki’s lips pressing against your temple and you letting out the most beautiful laugh, Denki can’t help but clench the front of his shirt at the sight, wishing, hoping for nothing more than to be in his shoes, being the one lucky enough to be able to hold you that close, the one that has the privilege to hear your laugh, the one to make you laugh.

“Hey Denki,” He is snapped back to reality when Kirishima stands in front of him, blocking his view from the flawless couple. “H-hey Eiji! Congratulations bro, you’re finally a married man!” They hug, Denki’s eyes never leaving you while Katsuki twirls you to face him and peppers kisses across your face. “Thanks man! Hey sorry, could you get Bakugou for me real quick, we’re taking a few pictures with the best man and the maid of honor.”

“Right away, man of the hour.” 

Oh God, oh God, he isn’t ready to face you yet. You look too pretty, he doesn’t feel worthy to be in your presence, driven to bow down and ask for forgiveness for even breathing the same as yours. And yet, you smile upon his arrival, even letting go of Bakugou’s hand to wave him over, and you’re blessing him with your smile, giggles sounding like the singing of angels when he waves back excitedly.

“Hi!” you beam up at him the minute he’s close enough to be graced with your voice, “Where have you been, it’s like you were avoiding me all this time,” you pout for a second and Denki could swear he felt his heart skip multiple beats when your lips wobble and a smile makes it way back up at him.

“H-hey, ummm, Baku- uh.” he laughs at himself, trying to collect whatever dignity he has left. “Uh, Eiji is lookin’ for ya bro, something about a photoshoot with the maid of honor?” The groan Bakugou lets out is enough of a confirmation.

“Fuckin’ pain in my fuckin’ ass bitch” he grumbles, pressing his lips against your temple again, promising to come back after the ‘Motherfuckin’ bitch shoot’ is done. You only reply by squeezing his arm, a silent reassurance that you’ll be waiting for him when he gets back.

It's so revolting, the way he swears up and down, having the filthiest mouth with his words, not even respecting the beautiful goddess that tries to calm his nasty self down, he should be more considerate of you and your feelings, God he loathes the way he treats you. The way he mistreats you. 

You deserve to be treated so much better than that, the way Denki would, he’d downright kiss the ground you walk on, remind you every day that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him, the best goddamn thing to ever grace this earth.

Okay, you’re staring. God, has she been staring too? Denki, people always say you never shut up, use it to your advantage for once in your life.

Denki extends his arm to you, curses under his breath, wipes his sweaty palm against his pant leg before extending it again. "Would you like to dance?" You raise your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance?"

"Well, dancing is what a charming gentleman like myself would do.” He beames at the chuckle you let out. “Besides, you're beautiful and I want to show you off.” He pauses. “You know, while Bakugou is busy with his best man duties and all."

You smile, your pretty lips letting out a little giggle at his posture as he starts wiggling his fingers persuasively, and shake your head. "You know what? Yeah, I would like to dance."

Arm-in-arm, you and Denki head into the dance floor and step onto the wooden ground. You felt him move easily with you, agile and confident with the music as he takes the lead. His hands slowly yet surely reach to your lower back, but you shrug it off.

"Ah, expect tango music after this," he says. Eyes gleaming as they shift over to the DJ that nods in acknowledgement to him. He frowns when he sees your averted face, shifting your eyes away from his, observing, searching for him, your fiance, the person he wishes he could be, someone he could never be.

Denki trips over his words in an effort to regain your attention, “A-anyway, uh, um. Hey! Did you know that uh, t-tango is banned in other places of the world?" you raise your eyebrows. 

“Is it?”

 “Yeah, wanna know why?” 

“Didn’t expect you to know honestly.” He smiles as you laugh lightly, but something tugs at his heartstrings, its because you think of him as nothing but stupid brainless dunce face, depsite him entering and graduating one of the best hero courses in all of Japan, alongside you of all people, despite his hero work, the people he saves, the villains he captures, fuck. 

You don’t miss the way his face falls after your remark, an almost sour expression passing through before he clears his throat and looks behind your shoulder at basically nothing. “S-so,” you start, “Why was it banned?”

The blond’s eyes flicker over to you and soften at the way you’re cocking your head and smiling at him, despite him getting upset with you. What is he doing? He’s experiencing something straight out of his fantasies, having you pressed so close to him, dancing with him and smiling at him. No one else. 

“Oh, okay okay, so. It was considered the dance of the low-lifes at the worst places of society when it first emerged, and so the church banned it, because they said it had the music of the “immoral” factions of society”

“Oh? Why’s that.”

“It was considered an oversexualized dance. Portraying the sin and seduction of the Devil. It represents the Devil's nostalgia, his unrequited aspirations, loneliness, rejection, and misery. The longing of someone who will never fit in, who has never had love nor passion.” He takes a deep breath.  

“It's like sex, except with clothes on.”

 In a failed attempt to seduce you, he stumbles and steps on your heels. Earning a weak yelp from you as you back up from him.

It's okay, it's okay, he can fix this. Oh God the music stopped. Okay he gets to dance tango with you now and press you even more against him and hold you even closer, okay. God, are his hands always this sweaty?

The silence that follows the stopping of the music makes him panic, you’re so close, he just needs to reach out and hold you against him again. Press your tender body against his, let him pretend you’re his, pretend that he’s lucky enough to take you home with him. Help you take off your dress, press kisses against the curves of your body, make love to you all night.

Put all of that is cut short when he feels a daunting presence behind him, and he doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Because the way your face lights up at that presence is enough to stop his blood from pumping, enough for him to see only red, for him to dig his nails into the palm of his hands until he feels it piercing his skin.

“Hey,” the taunting voice of Katsuki Bakugou reminds him how beneath him he really is. “Yer havin fun with my girl.” it wasn’t a question. Despite that, in a desperate attempt to feel your touch one more time before you’re swept away by your big strong hero, that he would never be able to match to.

With trembling fingers, Denki grasps your hand and brings your knuckles close to his lips, eyes boring into each other while he kisses them, and you only grin in appreciation at his manners, doing the most adorable courtesy he has ever seen in his life, almost forgetting the looming presence of his former classmate.

Bakugou moves around Denki to reach you, and Kaminari knows at this point all hope is lost for you to dance with him, or better yet, have any interaction with him again for the entirety of the night. Katsuki held your hand with surprising firmness, caramel scent wafting through as you feel how sweaty his hands really are. 

“Are you warm?” You mumble, lacing your fingers through his when his reaction is to pull his hands away to wipe them at his pants. 

“No.” It's firm and it's rough, yet it isn’t directed at you. It’s directed to the other blond that surprisingly still hasn’t backed down and is still standing straight, eyeing how you two act as a couple, how he wishes you would hold his hand, ask him if he was warm, embrace all his insecurities.

As your fiance leads you back to the center of the dance floor. Hand starting at your waist but quickly slipping to grab a handful of your ass, chuckling when you squeal and slap his chest. Something wicked gleams in his eyes when the first tune of the violin starts playing, drifting with the harmony of the accordion.

“You and I both know that my knowledge of tango is as much as my knowledge for knitting, that’s right, nonexistent.”

“You know my body, don’t you?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. “Follow my lead, let your body do the talking.”

“You’re crazy.” yet you still laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he pulls you impossibly close to him, raveling in the feeling of your chest pressed to his. You’re rolling your eyes a little at the way his smirk stretches when he pinches your butt, but you instantly shiver when he places his warm calloused hand within the cutout of your dress on your lower back, skin to skin. And just like your body is made to be molded against his, you place your arm over his shoulder while the other is engulfed in his. 

He steps close, too close, scandalously close. Pressing his cheek against your temple and only then meeting the eyes of Denki, that's when his smile drops, every playful act with you is gone. His magma filled eyes staring into the soul of the electrical hero.

Mine MineMineMine

Neither were stupid, Katsuki knows what Denki is doing, and Denki is well aware of Katsuki’s ability to piece shit together.

Denki is left lonesomely standing by the DJ, watching the way you two dance, the way Bakugou steps forward in your space and you stepping back to accommodate him. He seethes in his stance as you two rock on your feet, the way Bakugou handles your body with firmness and strength, yet softly watching you when you giggle at the way he spins your body effortlessly. Kaminari sees the way you let yourself be led, the way you trust Bakugou to handle you, hold you, care for you, in ways he could only hope for you to see him.

You are perfectly synchronized, almost fluid like, an extension of each other, like you had done this a million times before, practised day and night to perfect it. Bakugou takes his time twirling you across the room, seductively slow. Thighs brushing against each other with every stupid turn.

His body whispering commands to yours, daring it to misbehave, you step and lean and sway, every movement perfect and precise, like an intricate choreography that you have never learned, but your bodies remembering them. He dances with you the way he has sex—with exquisite control, infinite patience, and aggressive moves.

Huh, that's what Denki must have meant.

At that moment, your eyes catch him standing outside the dance floor, and you almost don’t recognize the man alone, filled by ugly emotions they couldn’t help but spill and show on his expression. Sour and hateful and just plain cruel looking.

Katsuki’s mouth curves in a lazy smile at how your brows furrow, spinning you in a vigorous turn so he’s the one facing him instead. You aren’t dense, you feel the eyes on you, well aware who they belong to as they burn through your back. He lowers his head, forcing you to look back up at him, your lips grazing against his, too close.

“Yer puttin’ on a show for your boy?” 

“A show- no you ass, weren’t you the one that wanted to dance?” you try to lean away to scold him -yes, middance- but the blond lowers further, until you think he’s trying to get you to shut up by kissing you. Suddenly he’s dipping you low, his face stays only a few inches away from yours, your back arching beautifully.

A static sound dwells on you, followed by the buzzing of electricity. The lights flicker and you instinctively grab at Katsuki, tightening your hold against his bicep, your eyes searching his when he doesn’t lift you back up, only to find him not even looking at you.

His fingers are tingling, tips wiggling as they shoot little sparks at the sight in front of him, his golden eyes illuminating in the momentary darkness as they clash with the magma filled rubies, challenging him, taunting him, mocking him.

MineMineMine

And when Denki accidentally short circuits the entire DJ booth, the dance hall instantly quiets, a blanket of silence weighing them down and daring someone to break it. And yet, Bakugou has other plans, of course.

Sneakily, he slides his hand down from your back to your knee, firmly grabbing your leg as his eyes meet yours before lifting it to his hip. Fingers slipping under your dress and grazing your upper thighs, sending goosebumps racing across your skin, not having the courage to break eye contact until you hear the gasp of a few of the attendees. Only then does he close the gap between to press his lips against yours, the little audience you collected clapping and cheering you along.

The whistling and cheering is loud enough for you to miss the sound of Denki’s fist slam against the table and the sobs wrecking him as he drags his feet away from the scene. 

BakugousBakugousBakugous

Sero grunts as he struggles to push the hotel room door open with Denki leaning his full weight on him. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get the drunk man on the bed, slapping his hands away as Denki tries to grab at and kiss the man. 

“C’moooon, Hantaaaaa, s’not like you don’ wanna, look atchu, you’re takin’ off m’clothes but you don’ wanna kiss me?”

“You ass, I’m taking off your shoes because you stepped in your own vomit.” 

The man gags, chugging the shoes in the trash can and helping his friend ease off of his suit jacket. “Yer a good man Hanta, say, you wanna be m’best man?” Sero laughs, shaking his head as he tries to help him lay on his stomach, “y’know, when I marry y/n.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, Sero not having the heart to talk when he catches the sound of Denki sniffing and burying his head in his pillow.

“I- “

“Jus’ leave me alone, Sero.”

And he does, the only confirmation of his solitude is the echoing click of the door’s lock as Sero leaves Denki to brew in his own self loathing.

It takes Denki a few minutes to collect himself, the nausea forcing him to take off his shirt and pants, lying down on his back to feel the cool air on his chest. He doesn’t realize he has his eyes closed until he snaps them open when he hears his door click close.

There you are, radiating, mesmerizing, you’re practically glowing, standing there by his door, adorned by your… nightgown? 

God, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room.

“You sure you’re in the right room y/n?”

You don’t answer, you just simply, untie your robe. And Denki’s eyes practically bulge out when the silk robe slips right off of your shoulder and drops in a pile on the floor by your feet. He can’t look you in the eyes, he’s looking at every inch of exposed skin he can muster, committing every curve, every dip, every contour, every fucking thing to memory.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” that’s when he looks back up at your eyes -after shamelessly staring at your peaking nipples for a second too long - blinking twice at your words. He sits up with a struggle, “W-wait, what about Bakugou?”

“What about him?”

And honestly, that alone almost made him bust a nut.

You’re pushing at his chest until he lays back down, throwing your leg over his figure and straddling him. Instantly, he feels your warmth pressing against his strained length and his body shivers at the thumbing against it. 

“You’re so good to me Denki,” you breathe, fingers combing through his hair before you take a fistful of it and lightly tug, rolling your hips against his and relishing in the whines he lets out, slender fingers reaching for your thighs and grabbing handfuls, his eyes begging for you to do it again, and when you do, he throws his head back and moans.

“You treat me so well,” you pout, nails tracing his sweaty flushed chest, peppering kisses along it, moving up until you reach his ear, biting at it and giggling when he ruts his hips up against you. Feeling your slick dampen the front of his boxers as his leaky cock does the same. “So pretty for me” he whines again, eyes blown out and chest heaving at the feeling of being kissed by you, held by you, touched by you, hell, looked at by you.

“Fuck, again, ah- d-don’t stop, pleaseplease-”

“Use your words baby, wadda you want?” he thrashes against the bed when you grind your hips against his again, the tips of his fingers buzzing and twitching when you’re lowering yourself to press your chest against his face. 

“Fuck, wanna feel your pretty pussy, feel you squeeze my cock, please, just -ah, put it in.” it's all muffled from the spit collecting on tongue and the way he’s smothered by your tits but honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His body refuses to move as you scoot lower, straddling his thigh and grinding your hips against it, wickedly smiling as he whines ‘nonono’ when you do, “m-my cock, my cock, please stop teasin’.” the tip of your finger traces the elastic of his boxers, giggling at the way his body jerks up and at the gasp he lets out when you snap it against his hip. Before gliding your finger against his strained cock, enjoying the way it twitches under your touch, feeling it harden against you.

You coo at him as you pull off his boxers, when you see that there is no initiation from him to move. The sight of his pretty cock with its fiery head welcoming you and you can’t help but grab at it. “Pretty boy all needy for me, hmm?” You give it a lick from the base to the tip, sucking on the head of his cock and feeling it twitch inside of your mouth, hollowing out your cheek and looking up to see the way his face flushes, his body illuminating with the crackling of the thunders around him, twitching his body before he breathes out a few times to calm himself down.

How is he so lucky? How is he blessed with having your lips wrapped around his cock, just looking at you is tightening a knot in his belly, and he can’t help but throw his head back and close his eyes in an effort to prolong his orgasm to feel even more of you.

He doesn't open his eyes until he feels a looming shadow on him, and that's when he catches sight of you again, the moon hitting your face, your glistening precum-covered lips smiling down at him.

“Want me to take care of you?” You tease, chuckling breathlessly as Denki feels your pussy on his cock, your slick covering it as you roll your hips and feel your pussy gush at the way his body shivers in ecstasy at your touch. “Yes! Please mommy ye-”

“Mommy?” Did he just say it out loud? “No, ah- fuck, no-no I didn’t say that I-” you don’t even let him talk, gyrating your hips again, covering his dick with your slick, without having your walls flutter around him just yet.

It takes a few teasing grinds of you against him to have him sobbing at this point, “m-mommy please just please! I wanna, ah” he thrashes when the tip of his leaky cock catches your clit, the lightnings he’s producing passing by his eyes and obscuring his blurry vision for a while, before he’s blessed with the sight of you beautifully arched on top of him. “In, in, wanna feel the pretty pussy, please please lemme feel the pretty pussy.” it's just meaningless babbling at this point, anything to get your walls tightening around his cock, all sensitive from being rubbed against you for god knows how long.

And when his head catches your cunt, he all but cries out at the way it clenches at the head, bucking his hips up to feel more of you. Wanting you to swallow him whole, take him all the way in. “Y’gonna just fuck into my pussy like that, hmm? Is that how you’re treatin’ mommy now?” “n-no! Ah, m’sorry pleaseplease, I just, you feel s’good, you’re s’tight aaah, wanna feel more, please I want more more more,” and he does. So, without a warning, you drop your hips and impale yourself on his cock, and for fuck’s sake all of what Denki saw what white for a few seconds, he could’ve sworn he heard a few angels singing, even.

“That what you want, hmm? Want her to take care of her pretty boy?” you pout mockingly, bouncing yourself on his lap as he tries to grab hold of your hips to guide you, but the way you’re jerking his body has his head dizzy and his sight swimming, the low buzzing of his quirk muffled by the wet slaps of your skin against his, your ass clapping against his thighs and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that sound, and he just settles for letting you please yourself with his cock, because if you’re gonna use him as a fucking dildo, then he wouldn’t fucking have it any other way.

Weakly snapping his hips upwards with the drops of your hips, Denki’s leg shake and it takes a few more times for his cock to fully seath itself in your tight walls for him to let go, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for all his worth as your pants turn into whines, suddenly they’re very afar, almost like you’re underwater. Yet he’s the one feeling like his lungs are constricted when he hears the name you’re calling, and it isn’t his. “Ka- ahh- suki…”

Only then does Denki realize that you aren’t in his room, your discarded rope isn’t thrown haphazardly on the floor by the door, your slick isn’t covering his thigh or coating his dick, and the worst of all, your pussy isn’t the one that has been squeezing his cock, oh no.

It was his hand, those slender fingers wrapping around his softening cock, smeared with his cum. He lifts his hand in horror, disgust and shame eating him up, especially when his ears perk up at your sound.

“Fuck, Katsu- yesyesyes, right there, yes!” Whatever nausea he felt subsiding is coming back tenfold, burning his throat as he slaps his hand over his mouth, anything to stop himself from puking on himself.

“Ha, that what you want? Getting dicked down after havin’ fun with that fuckin’ dunce face.” The wet sounds of Bakugou’s hips slapping yours is almost making his ears bleed. “Havin’ that prick touchin’ ya like that. Fuckin’ slut, all of that to rile me up so I can fuck that tight lil pussy, that what you want?”

Denki doesn’t know what’s the last nail on the coffin, the absolute filth being spewed to you, tainting your angelic ears, that aren’t meant to hear anything but praises and confessions of love and gratitude, the fact that you’re squealing and moaning for him to fuck you even harder, or the fact that he’s listening to every squealching sound, every creak the bed made, every slam of the headboard against your shared wall, every breath, every moan, every scream, everything.

That's when Denki flings himself off of the bed and empties his stomach, right on the floor next to his bed, tears stinging his eyes as he tries to trick himself that it's because of the way his throat is burning and not because of the way his heart is shattering, feeling it wrenched from his chest and thrown on the floor, stepped on and spat on and just beaten to the point of no return.

Sniffing and lifting his head up, Denki can’t help but see red, his whole body crackling with newfound vigor, his whole body is numb, like his quirk is taking the lead, putting his consciousness on the back burner. He chuckles, despite you moaning out Katsuki’s name when you find your release, despite him calling yours as he finds his, despite hearing your giggles and the kisses he’s pressing against god knows where on your body, despite the tears streaming down his face.

The last thing Denki remembers before he lets his quirk take complete control over him, is the humming of energy, the fleeting blinding brightness, the shattering of the light bulbs all around him, the loud deafening bangs, almost like music to his ears and finally, the sound of you screeching in horror. 

Hope you like it! Kithes kithes

[mgsheadcanons]

(Nobody asked for this, but I decided to make a little gift for my followers🖤 I added some less popular characters, because.. Well, because I can:) )

Preference “How they spend Valentine’s day with you”:

Ocelot likes the idea of another one special day on which he can express his feelings to you. The day before Valentine’s day he acts like he forgot about the date, only to surprise you with coffee to bed, pink and white chrome balloons and confetti all over your shared place and present you a small gift. When you open the box you see a little necklace shaped as a rose gold horseshoe with tiny rubies. He tells you that he wants luck to follow you all along your way. Depending on your wish how to spend the day, he has two plans. If you prefer something energetic, he takes you on safari: you drive around, watch the wildlife in savanna, take pictures of beautiful landscapes and enjoy your joint activity. If you wish for something calm, Ocelot is ready to spend the day on the base, watching movies and cuddling, play some board or video games.

Don’t expect Big Boss to be off the beaten track and active in the questions of romance. He prefers to avoid too funny activities. Due to his lack of fantasy he sticks to a classical scheme: he invites you to a fancy restaurant. He also presents you a new beautiful dress, while he himself dresses in a tuxedo. When you reach the restaurant on a lux cab, you find out that the whole place is reserved just for the two of you: a big hall with high walls, white silk curtains and decorations. In the middle of the space there is a white fortepiano and a musician playing a slow and yet quiet music. The waiter takes your clothes away and another one brings out a huge rose bouquet. The rest of the evening you spend drinking wine, eating delicacies and listening to the pianist, playing only for you today.

Kaz finds nothing special about this day, but it will be fine by him if making a special occasion out of it makes you happy. If you are happy, he is happy as well. Cooking is one of his guilty pleasures, so he finds some nice recipes for you to cook together. You have much fun while hanging in the kitchen, and you also notice that he is more relaxed than usual which makes you smile internally: your joint activity is good for both of you. When you finish cooking, leaving the kitchen a little messy, according to his plan, he went to make the table and light up candles. As soon as you finally sit at the table, he pours your red wine and tells you some warm words about how happy he is to have you and what you mean to him. At the end of the day he makes a hot bath with flowers for you both.

As Venom Snake finds out that you want to have a special occasion on Valentine's Day, he will be stunned at first, not knowing how to react - why would you like to? Don’t you already know how he feels about you? He won’t argue with you, god no, but he will disappear for some time before coming back to you asking you to go with him. He guides you to the landing zone, where Pequod is already waiting for you, without explanation asking you to get in. You hear a quite strange sound and ask about it only to know that it was water. As you are getting closer, the sound is growing louder and then you see a giant waterfall. The helicopter landed on its top and Snake helped you to get out. He stands behind you cuddling you tightly with a chinon your shoulder. He doesn’t say anything but, as usual, he makes it all clear with his actions.

As Skull Face finds you desired to celebrate the Valentine’s Day, he will be annoyed at first, because he thinks it’s stupid, which is gonna upset you. The moment he feels how sad that made you feel, he softens and says that he doesn’t need a calendar or "damn" western traditions to show his love for you. He is an old school romantic, so you two take a jeep, put all needed things in it and he’ll take you to some beautiful place where the two of you can observe the landscapes, enjoying each other's loving embrace, eat your favourite cakes, have long discussions. He is sure to put his jacket on your shoulders, because you don’t move much and will get cold fast. When the sun is no longer high in the sky and the light is about to disappear, he gives you his arm, inviting you for a slow dance in the sunset.

When Psycho Mantis sees your controversial expression, he won’t be shy to read your mind to figure out what is upsetting you in order not to provoke even more negative emotions by asking about the problem. Once he understands what the matter, he will be the first to come to you and hug you properly, kissing your top of the head and asking if you would like to make some special plans for the day. He doesn’t feel great about public and overcrowded places, he would prefer it somewhere where you could have more privacy. If you tell that you want to stay at home and chill, he would be more than happy. He brings you a sea of sweets and biscuits and hot chocolate with marshmallow.Finally you two stay inside and watch TV, he doesn’t let you do anything or go to the kitchen for more hot water when you switch to tea, doing everything himself instead.

Liquid Snake will surprise you with his positive attitude to your idea of celebrating Valentine’s day. He hasn’t prepared you any special gift yet, but instead he offers you to go shopping. You liked the idea, so he takes you to one of the most famous and big shopping areas. You attend every shop you like, you try on outfits and show them Liquid , while he sits outside the fitting room and watches you closely with a pleased grin on his face. After you finished with the several shops, he couldn’t help but join you at searching for new outfits for himself too. You also visited a jewelry shop to get you a new necklace and earrings. If you want, you can have a ring too. Everything you wish for, Liquid buys you. As a final note he takes you to the restaurant to celebrate with champagne and nice dinner. He also presents you red roses when you areback home.

Raiden has a romantic side in him, so he will be glad to celebrate Valentine’s day with you. He asks you about your attitude towards this day and your mood in advance in order to understand how to plan everything properly. He wants it totally romantic like in classic romantic movies, so he orders a bouquet of white and red roses and turns on some tango music. He feels that he is not good at cooking, so he simply orders dinner. He wants it all to be perfect and you notice that he acts nervous, so you reassure him that you love the occasion he organized for you. And you were not hypocritical - you actually like it how he makes an effort to make you happy with him. After the dinner he asks you to go out with him and will show you the night sky, opening up for you about his dreams about far space and adventures, only to end up laughing together.

Monsoon’s a dick about all this Valentine’s stuff, just as about the majority of other issues, he will read you a lecture why the whole concept has no sense. But he will follow you whatever you come up with, because after all he does care about you, even if he doesn’t show it. He is grumpy about all your attempts to hug or kiss him, but he doesn’t stop you either. Knowing him, you decided to go for a walk to the park where you shouldn’t meet many people. As you walk through a lively alley, he slowly walks behind you, looking like a guardian with arms closed behind his back. Your safety is a priority for him, so it takes only his threatening smile to turn some annoying strangers away. When you reach a quiet part of the park, you try to take his hand, he doesn’t protest but instead puts his arm around you without saying any word of discontent and continues walking.

Jetstream Sam doesn’t take Valentine’s Day seriously but he doesn’t make a scene either. For him it’s just another reason to have fun and spend some together. He takes you to the secret place (he refuses to tell you where you go), only to surprise you with a trip to the amusement park. He takes you cotton candy, popcorn and drinks of acid colour. He’ll try to win you a big toy in a shooting gallery but will miss the limit and smile awkwardly, shrugging - he is a swordsman, not a shooter after all. Then you ride every attraction that you like. You also go to the horror house and if you are scared, Sam won’t take his hand away from you, keeping it on your waist and hugging you tighter when something makes noise next to you. At the end of the day you go to the big wheel - the most romantic part of the journey.

[dianaburnwood]

HITMAN 3: First Impressions

This post is full of SPOILERS. Also, it is LONG, so.... yeah. Be prepared lol 

HITMAN 3. Also known as: Diana’s Game. 

Dear GOD I am in love. 

I’m going to do my best to make this coherent. But. I am still freaking out. And I have SO much more to explore!!!! This won’t be very in-depth because I played each map exactly once so far. There’s so much left to see, conversations to overhear, opportunities to exploit - but, I DO have some first impressions, oh hell yes. 

Menu: 

That menu music!!! I was not expecting that at all. It was a mix of choral and classical with previous themes intertwined, and it reminded me of Blood Money. Speaking of Blood Money, this game is Blood Money. 

Dubai: 

Very, very beautiful. Kinda thought Grey made it all about himself lol of course he wanted to say “in your face” to the partners, but it was like 47 was just there to pull the trigger, like he’d not been hurt by them too. But, I really liked it. Trapping them in a room and watching them freak while Grey watched me kill them?? Helloo??? Popping off HARD from the start and I love it.

So - here’s the thing. I don’t get the timing. Diana tells them then that Edwards escaped. Did he escape just before the boys got to Dubai? Or were they unavailable to reach until then? It seems that the message Grey got at the end of HAVEN was after Olivia hacked the HAVEN servers, and then the boys were out of reach so after Diana discovered Edwards was gone, she couldn’t tell them until Dubai? And it was shown to us in a different order to leave us hanging? I dunno. Maybe? It seems weird. 

THE CUTSCENE here omg - once again establishing that 47 and Diana are ride or die. “Diana will make it right, she always does” - BABE. BABE. SWEET BOY. His little face when Grey doesn’t trust Diana. OMGGG.

Dartmoor: 

I went the murder mystery route, of course. I figured it was Emma from her conversation with her husband, but I got all the clues after just to be sure. Can’t believe Carlisle just handed 47 the file on Edwards and then went out alone on the balcony like I wasn’t gonna kill her??? Bitch????? do you forget who i am?????? Anyway, the murder mystery was SO much fun, but I can’t wait to infiltrate this manor in other ways. Lots of Beldingford vibes here.

THE CUTSCENE bdsfgafhlsjfah WAHT????? Ok so HOW did Edwards know where they were? And - ok, so it made for an amazing scene, but Grey is a badass. He is a mercenary genius that duped the ICA and brought Providence to its knees. How did he get himself surrounded in the woods by CICADA? But he did, and it was beautiful, and he literally only shot himself to save 47, and the LOOK in 47′s eyes on his balaclava face - I just bfjKSFasad. I can’t believe he died so early tho. I was very sure he’d die somehow, but SO early. WOW. 

Berlin:

fucking hell. Berlin. fuck. fucckkkk. 

I wanna shout out to Mini (not gonna tag you in case you’re avoiding spoilers) but hot damn girl if you’re reading you were BANG ON about 47 wearing Grey’s coat. I really didn’t think it was his. It was. It is such a beautiful way for 47 to express his emotions about this death without actually saying anything. Omg. It was perfection. I’m crying thinking about it.

BERLIN was where this game really upped its... game. Like WOW. 5 targets, and it’s the ICA. Clearly Edwards went to the ICA board at this stage and was like uhhhh so you need to take these ppl out. HOWEVER I am amazed that the ICA is like “oh, ok”. DO you not remember what happened in SOUTH DAKOTA. 

But going after the ICA is a fucking trip and I love it. I love how 47 says each agent’s name to himself. I love how he listens in and the team handler realises it. I love how she pulls the rest of her team out once you get 5. I love that the ICA agents use disguises too!!! This is truly APEX PREDATOR and I love that they named it that. Y’all think you have the balls to go up against 47??? bitch?????

But the fact that you have to find the targets and none of them are marked is so fantastic. I found 6, but I have no idea how many are actually available - but I’m gonna find out!!! The club is HUGE as well, and lots of throwbacks to Contracts, especially with the biker gang. Amazing. Amazing level. I’m so excited to replay it. 

Also they really addressed the elephant in the room with the ICA agents describing 47 as a caucasian male, bald, average height and ppl being like uh that’s every man here, and then he said yeah but he’s got this big tattoo lmao 

Chongqing

ok this is where I started to think this game was my fanfiction. Inside the ICA? Showing off how truly international it is, and high tech. Hidden in plain sight. Ready to dismantle in 12 hours if needed. SO perfect. This lore builds on Absolution and Blood Money ICA lore in wonderful ways. 

Also, I don’t know why the IOI and DK of the logo looked different in the trailer, they must have been just hard to make out. Cos in the game, the ICA logo is the same as all previous games. 

Also, analysts do client vetting? Intrigue. Always assumed that was part of the handlers’ job. I take it all back Diana, you have never done anything wrong in your life, ever 

I killed Royce by firing the ppl she recommended so she’d get trapped in the data core cleaning. I killed Hush (what a name I love it) as his patient. 

Working with Olivia is really fun. I missed Diana, but Olivia brought a whole fresh perspective. I also really like how neither Grey nor Olivia are as good as Diana - they both fucked up while guiding 47 at least once. 

47 saying “...I will leave you to prepare” to Olivia, I yelled fdagsfa

Also I love how 47 decided to expose the ICA exactly like Diana did in Absolution. Those two. One of a kind. My heart. And his desire to protect her. I love that the files showed their start together. Olivia saying “I can see why you...” and then she stopped herself. We all KNOW what she was gonna say. 

AND AND AND AND 

the cutscene - I screamed

“47 has one weakness. Me.” 

I swear to fucking GOD, IO has seen into my soul. I’ve said all along that Diana is 47′s weakness, and he is hers. But to hear it said, aloud, by my girl? WHAT???!!!!!

Mendoza

Ok. OK. OKKKKKK. OK. I can’t even write about this one. This was where I was pretty sure I was hallucinating the entire level. This is my Diana and 47 dreams come true. This is insane. This is EVERYTHING.

So we have OUR MOMENT IN THE SUN. She puts her HAND on HIS HAND and he looks in fucking wonderment at it. ahugarhiewEG;FEJGHEFlejlhsgfes;gjrsgt. I can’t. I can barely get through writing about this. 

Diana - the dress, the Jolie thigh slit, the jewellery, the hair (they finally fixed her fucking hair), SASS. “I have tango fever” omg. 

How do these ppl not have a pic of 47 by now lol 

I followed Diana and Vidal around cos I was entranced by my girl. Diana was fucking amazing each time. So much sass. Little did I know I interrupted them enough times for Vidal to say “ok son let’s talk”. I saw the tango and I was like omg imagine if I could dance with Diana. 

well.

WELL. 

Anyway, got to kill Vidal via her own setup for me, and that was amazing. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I snuck into the house to kill Yates, and overheard him calling Edwards’ voicemail. Also, it is April 2021?? So, yeah. My previous dates were way wrong lol. 

And then, ALL MY DREAMS CAME TRUE. Diana and 47 fucking dancing the tango? I was pissed that I was in a security guard outfit, next time I play he will be in his tuxedo baby. 

Diana’s comments to 47 when he’s in disguise tho, I was freaking. As security “you look like a true professional. I feel so much safer with you gentlemen around” aaahhhh

UH HE FELL TO THE GROUND COS OF POISON fngjfagfljgnsdfa

I am so glad I was right about my baby girl tho. She even told him “you didn’t have a choice” about her parents. Good. I’m so glad I was right about that. But omg it broke my heart to have 47 so, SO, SOOO sure of Diana all along, defending her to Grey and Olivia, knowing, KNOWING that she was on his side, and then, he eventually started to doubt it. 

I was screaming at my screen - this is BLOOD MONEY! SHe is doing what she did in BLOOD MONEY!!!!

But, for a second, 47 wasn’t sure anymore. And Diana played her part well. 

Carpathian Mountains

Ok, what I love most about Contracts was how it gave us an insight into 47′s psyche, and this game upped that tenfold. Him seeing all his targets surround him? Him imagining Diana and the Constant dancing together? Him imagining her say terrible things about him, things he’s thought about himself deep down, always, omg, but he finally snapped out of it. Ironic that thinking about Grey snapped him out of it, when in life Grey had not trusted Diana. But 47 came to the realisation on his own. Diana would never betray him. 

opening that door and finding out you’re on a fucking train?????? I screamed. 

I am a bit disappointed that it turned out Romania wasn’t significant, they just happened to be passing through. But omg the fact that you are “subject 47″ again. I freaked. This is 47′s worst nightmare. 

I love that you have a free pass to kill everyone in this level. I did it in stealth anyway, cos it felt wonderfully tense to sneak through that train. But wow. This is another BIG risk that IO took. The train was straight out of Uncharted, and crafting a silencer for your pistol??? Hello The Last of Us????? But I don’t care. They used those elements super well. 

I think some people will be angry at this game because parts of it (especially the last level) were a departure from how HITMAN and HITMAN 2 worked. But I love it. I love that they took risks to tell the story they wanted to tell, and those risks paid off. 

47′s undying loyalty to Diana, omg. Telling Edwards bye bitch, I’ll never forget who I am again, and Diana thinks you suck. <3<3<3<3<3

ENDING

OH MY GOD. ONE YEAR LATER????? 47 obviously took some time off cos he fucking needed a break. But he’s back, baby. Ending on “it’s good to be back” was wonderful. The game ended where the 2015 trailer for HITMAN started, and I’m crying. He’s ready to continue with Diana, and not because it’s what he was made to do, not because he doesn’t know what else to do, but finally, because he CHOOSES to do that. 

But one year later? What does that mean? Has Diana rebuilt the ICA like in Blood Money, or will she and 47 work together without anyone else? They’ll need the infrastructure that an organisation like the ICA has though. Diana said she would dismantle Providence from the top down once Edwards was gone, but how? Does that mean dismantling what’s left of the ICA? They were one and the same by the end of the game. All that didn’t just disappear. I’m left with so many questions. 

I was disappointed Diana wasn’t in the cabin when 47 got there. And I wonder why she wasn’t. She knew he was coming, but they are clearly still on good terms. Maybe she wasn’t sure what to expect. But does that mean they hadn’t spoken in a year since??? But she didn’t sound surprised to hear him, and he had coordinates that he was following, so I think they arranged to meet. But her phone was in there when he arrived, and she wasn’t. Maybe he was tracking her phone? Did she come back there to him after????? 

BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT 

the game 

ended

with 47

smiling 

And for that I will be forever grateful. 

Ok bye, I need to play it again. RIP work tomorrow lol 

[leam1983]

Felix the Reaper - Thoughts? Review?

Can't really go into too much detail, it's rather late as it is and the ol' bed is beckoning, but I also want to couch this down somewhere while it's still fresh...

So, Death as a concept - as a character - obviously permeates the whole of human civilization. You've got Anubis and Osiris, Humbaba the Undying, thousands of years of mythology surrounding the concept of life leaving you and your flesh-bits rotting, generation after generation of people processing grief in visual and abstract forms - and now, we're sort of living in a context where Death isn't really all that scary anymore. We understand it, we can push it back in some cases - and when we can't, then we can sort of map out its occurrence. What started as just this inexplicable force swiping at hunter-gatherers and that warranted Danse Macabre paintings across Medieval France is now something we can put an almost-precise date and time on. There's a bunch of "death clocks" online that project a potential DOD based on your age, gender, health status, habits and BMI; sort of turning the concept of memento mori into a shockingly literate manifestation.

You will die, one day. We're so aware of that that a bit of science and Web design wizardry can shit out a half-serious guesstimation of when it'll happen. Pre-Colonial aspects of Death survive in Mexican culture in the forms of both calaveras and the Santa Muerte cult, and the inevitability of death now even counts as a game mechanic in the SoulsBorne genre. You've got Terry Pratchett's extremely Humanist rendition of Death and, well, Hollywood faff à la Meet Joe Black. The short of it is we're far from the robe-wearing zombie we used to plop everywhere as a reminder of our own supposedly sinful urges or on the fleeting nature of youth.

Another item that's of interest is the notion of life and youth being represented as the Maiden - and of Death being in love with her. Sometimes, the affection isn't returned and disgust is shown. That's most of Holbein's death-related works, in this case. In others, the Maiden leans in, lets the skeletal figure push a hand underneath her skirt and against one of her thighs. They share a kiss, press against one another in the way honest lovers might. He's a dried-out corpse with a bloated midsection and she might've stepped out of some sixteenth-century church in the Netherlands, but their liplock is intense and genuine. In one statue, the Maiden looks like she might've just surrendered to the Reaper's arms, but her hands are also touching his scythe....

Eroticism, a commentary on suicide or plain acceptance - there's several ways to look at that duality, and it's even managed to worm its way over to cultures that don't natively have similar associations with human remains. The Japanese, for instance, do have their own Gashadokuro concept, but the locals of Nagasaki needed their initially-exclusive exposure to Portuguese traders to shrink down their massive skeletal eidolons of doom and to design woodblock prints where a Danse Macabre effectively meets the dress codes and habits of the locals under sakoku, or the Emperor-mandated closing-off of Japan to the outside world.

Death as a dancer. Death, especially, as a force that's quite lively, despite its attributes. A force that falls head-over-heels for Life in its own anthropomorphized form.

This is what Danish devs Kong Orange opted to work on in Felix the Reaper. Their Death has a human name, has a thing for the stuffier ends of Business Casual, is maybe eighty pounds overweight - and won't ever, ever, let the music die. He's also in love, obviously - and in love with Betty, the equally portly and nimble personification of Life. The pair look a bit like a Fernando Botero couple waiting to happen, with ample waists and sagging breasts held aloft by spindle-thin legs - but if Ghostbusters taught us not to cross the streams, then you can assume that Life and Death starting a tango in the same workspace could have severe coincidences on the biosphere. Not that Felix cares, he'd want nothing more than for Betty to notice him. His supervisor is voiced off-camera by Sir Patrick Stewart, who's as delightful as always, and who sort of plays the part of the well-meaning supervisor who eventually realizes his new employee's quirks don't diminish his potential.

And what is Felix's job, exactly? Well, he's Death. He's not getting paid to distribute hugs and kisses, obviously. He gets sent to the mortal plane to, well, kill people, and more specifically, to kill people in precise and pre-ordained ways. His "televator" takes him to an instant frozen in time, and he has to alter the surrounding scene so that once time resumes its course, the requisite accident or happenstance occurs. You do that by picking up items, flicking switches, and placing targets in the path of whatever it is that's set to kill them. You also move the sun around the world using a magical sundial doohickey, as Death can only move in shadows. You're basically Death in the same sense as in the Final Destination movies, except you really, really, really want to twerk and sashay your voluminous heinie through the small changes needed to turn a nothing-burger into a drunk huntsman getting his head stuck in the stump of a decapitated deer, so the dejected and near-sighted hunter you've been following mistakes him for a target and shoots his spear through his brain-case.

And yes, Felix does twerk and he certainly sashays. Dude dresses like a stuffy librarian, sure, but seemingly loses all inhibitions once his headphones come up - which allows the player to share in his personal soundtrack. This particular Reaper seems to have a thing for very bass-driven and samply EDM, with occasional forays into Ambient and Jazz. His many, many, many idle animations all sync with whatever it is that's playing, and so does the variety of prances, somersaults, grands jetés and twirls he goes through while moving from place to place. Comparatively, you get the sense that Felix's coworkers are more the dour and solemn type - with a few unsubtle cameos from Skeletor and Manny Calavera in the opening cinematic - and Felix, well...

Let's just say it's a wonder he has those hips and that paunch. If he twirls around for every little thing he does, then you'd assume he only sits down to hoover an Olympic athlete's worth of food once a day. Or maybe I'm overthinking things because, well, death.

And therein lies the problem, honestly. In thinking, I mean. Felix is a puzzle game through-and-through, and also ties into a Challenge system in order to really tickle those completionist nerves. The starting scenarios are braindead-easy, but the later ones left me stumped for fifteen minutes per screen. Add to that the notion that the game doesn't check off some of them as complete if you only do the bare essentials, and you're left with another would-be mobile offering that doesn't reach its endpoint until you exhaust every little bit it has to offer - even if you're effectively done with the main gameplay loop. It's a great game, but there's just not a whole lot to do in those six chapters, beyond repeating bits of drudgery until your noodle clicks or you give up and look up a solution online.

It's a shame, too. The isometric perspective is perfect, and the game could've been pitched as a hybrid between a puzzler and, say, XCOM: Enemy Unknown. You'd take cover to hide from moving targets or to escape daylight and instead of shooting at them, would emerge from cover to move items around or solve puzzle elements. You could've had Death evoke the illusion of a friendly face to inject some more concrete narrative delivery, for instance. Steal a friend's features, magically conceal yourself, and then have your target piece her own weaknesses together, leaving you to retreat and regroup before executing your plan of attack. But no, everything is out in the open and everything is spelled out for you. Kong Orange could've also stolen a page from Hitman Go and set multiple triggers in place to truly sandbox the experience.

What is there is fun - it oozes personality and charm - but there's just not enough of it to justify Steam's full asking price, IMO. Comparatively, the Switch's online store is currently running a sale for it (as of Sunday the 15th, at least) and lists it as being 2,15$. Two bucks for a few hours of harmless fun is a pretty good deal, as far as I'm concerned. It also underlines why the devs and Daedalic Entertainment alike consider it as having "bombed", as the marketing effectively targeted Devolver's usual stable. It's not crunchy enough, however, and not exactly irreverent enough to warrant that comparison. A more hefty Felix could've earned its full 20$ price point on PC - and Kong Orange's very design for Betty makes it obvious that if Felix ever returns, it'll be in a co-op setup with the love of his, well, unlife.

I'd be up for more of this cuddly, swinging skelly - assuming the devs mature a tad and put something together that's just a smidge more compelling.

[sunshinelukee]

this is for everyone who’s sad, lonely, bored or just needs some 5sos videos

I made one of these lists a while ago, but I decided to add some more videos, so now there are about 300 videos on here :) there used be even more but apparently links don’t work anymore if there are too many, so I had to delete a few

2011 - 2013

All 5sos Keeks part 1

All 5sos Keeks part 2

All 5sos Keeks part 3

Rolling In The Deep (cover)

Chris Brown/Justin Bieber - Next To You (cover)

Year 3000 (Busted cover)

What Makes You Beautiful/One Thing (cover)

Teenage Dirtbag (cover)

One Direction and 5SOS - Teenage Dirtbag (pie fight)

Superhero (unreleased song)

Teenage Queen (unreleased song)

Bad Dreams (unreleased song)

I Can’t Remember (unreleased song)

I’ve Got This Friend (unreleased song)

Over And Over (unreleased song)

Perfect Disguise (unreleased song)

5SOS on Ashton

5SOS on Calum

5SOS on Luke

5SOS on Michael

Keeks and various stuff (playlist with over 250 short videos)

2014

Yes/no game

Trying English food

That interview where Ash wore a banana suit

First dates and pick-up lines

NOVA FM interview

ODE interview

First in studio interview

Spin the bottle

5 seconds of snogging

Face to face (playlist with 32 short videos)

Ask anything chat

Vevo dscvr interview

Buzzers of death

Snog, marry, avoid

Karaoke on Capital FM

Puppet game

Trying to do makeup

Young Hollywood interview

Dressing up as elderly people prank at Target

Dressing up as Target employees

Don’t Stop the lost tapes

Good Girls behind the scenes

Amnesia behind the scenes

Slsp behind the scenes

Don’t Stop behind the scenes

Sunrise interview

The Bert Show interview

Bus tour

Pre-show routine

Blink 182 - I Miss You in the Live Lounge (cover)

Teen Vogue interview

5SOS play fall songs

Vodafone Big Top 40 Webchat

Chart Show Chat

Truth or dare

Ultimate Question Pong

Instagram videos

The Today Show

Tweet and Dare

What would you say to a talking cow?

A random twitcam

That Ninja Turtle dress up live stream (it’s over 1,5 hours)

2015

Shazamahang

Ash London live interview

Another Ash London live interview

The late late show

Answering fan questions with Qmusic

Ask anything chat

Vevo ask:reply

Rowyso tour exposed

This or that? Canada vs Australia

Shazamily feud

Yes/no game

Playing SKH on tiny children’s instruments

Bloopers from playing SKH on tiny children’s instruments

5sos vs fans: who knows 5sos better?

Interview in Japan

First and last

Jenga with a twist

Ultimate rock playlist

Hey Everybody behind the scenes

She’s Kinda Hot behind the scenes

The lost member of 5sos

Cards against humanity

Interviewing the Star Wars cast dressed up as Star Wars characters

Reacting to fetus photos

Bobble head game

KIISFM interview

Network TEN interview

Shane Dawson reacting to 5sos

Drown (Bring Me The Horizon cover in the Live Lounge)

5SOS On Chatty Man

5 Second Rule on The Ellen Show

Best ROWYSO moments compilation

Cake talk first kisses & getting drunk

How rock ‘n’ roll are 5sos?

Elvis Duran show

2016

5 seconds of sketching

MYX Philippines interview

Summer crush

In the kitchen on The Morning Show

Singing Cantonese songs

Slfl tour diary Europe pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3

Slfl tour diary North America pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 / pt 8

Slfl tour diary London / Mex + Aus / Osaka / Nagoya / Berlin / Brighton / Asia

Playing Japanese games

Young Hollywood interview

To bae or not to bae

Girls Talk Boys behind the scenes

Heads up

What a cracker of a game

Ash London live interview

Fitzy and Wippa interview

Backstage tour

celebrating Luke’s birthday on stage

BBC Radio 1 interview

Spin Or Bin Music interview

Best SLFL moments compilation

Best 5sos crowd singing moments (this one gave me chills lol)

Outer Space live

2017

Tour diary South America

Tour diary Japan

Interview with Isabella Pascua

2018

Trying Dutch food

How well do 5sos know each other?

Popbuzz interview (bonus: it’s 30 mins)

Who knows who better?

Smallzy interview

Would you rather

Never have I ever

More never have I ever

Tattoo breakdown

Dad jokes

Reverse song challenge

Interview bloopers

Claro Brazil interview

First and last

5sos take a quiz to see which member they are

Who of you would

Friendship test

Chart takeover

Chart show chat

The meme review

Answering tumblr questions

5sos reacting to 5sos covers

Discussing Youngblood in 5 sauces

Much confessional

Reading YouTube comments

Playing Mario Kart

MTV Music interview

Australian TV interview

ET Canada interview

Reacting to fans hearing Youngblood

NRJ Sweden interview

Jingle Ball interview

Trying to speak German

5sos vs fan

Backstage at the ARIAs

Hit Network interview

Cocktail chats ep 1 / ep 2 / ep 3 / ep 4 / ep 5 / ep 6 / ep 7

5SOS3 tour diary V1 / V2 / V3 / V4 / V5 / V6 / V7

Meet You There tour diary V1

MYX Philippines interview

iHeartRadio interview

No Roots (Alice Merton Cover) in the Live Lounge

SiriusXM interview

The Today Show interview

Lashton answer fan questions

Cake on growing up on the road

Can 5sos remember their own lyrics?

Surprise radio presenters prank

What would 5sos do on a night out?

Answering fan questions on BBC Radio 1

Malum cooking on Sunday Brunch

Elvis Duran Show interview

The making of Killer Queen

Youngblood Official Lyrics & Meaning

Valentine Official Lyrics & Meaning

5SOS Catch Up on The Aussie Stuff They've Missed

5SOS do 'She Looks So Perfect' as a fake country band

Boat ride with 5sos

2019

5sos and the Chainsmokers at the Zach Sang Show (bonus: it’s 38 mins)

Musical beers

5sos and the Chainsmokers talk about wdyl

Ryan Seacrest interview

Another Zach Sang Show

Another Ryan Seacrest interview

Who tweeted it

Steve Harvey meets The Chainsmokers and 5SOS! | Celebrity Family Feud

Guys, if you're dating more than one woman... | Celebrity Family Feud

When I get to heaven, I want... wait, WHAT? | Celebrity Family Feud

This edible underwear tastes like... | Celebrity Family Feud

Blooper Reel: 5 Seconds of Summer

Dancing With A Stranger in the Live Lounge

"You don't even know me sometimes": 5SOS Answer The Internet's rhetorical stan questions

10 Things 5 Seconds of Summer Can't Live Without

Capital full interview

Easier behind the scenes

Ashton speaks to Luke

Ashton speaks to Calum

5 Seconds Of Summer Talk The Perfect Movie Theater Food

5SOS Plays Family Feud Against Elvis Duran Show

5SOS Talks Struggle of Work-life Balance

5 Seconds Of Summer Compete To Build The Best Sandcastle

Interview with QMusic in the Netherlands

5SOS Luke: “I FaceTime with my dog”

RTL Entertainment interview

5SOS On "Diverse" New Album And Why Teen Fans Are So Important

5SOS play “is it easier to...”

Michael talking about his Melody Maker

5SOS Swap Phones And Go Through Each Other's Camera Rolls

Wango Tango interview

5SOS have created a Capital's Summertime Ball playlist

5 Seconds of Summer Guess Life Hacks

5SOS defend their accents and bum bags

5SOS play "Adult Video or Music Video"

BONUS

Full How Did We End Up Here movie

Full Sounds Live Feels Live show

Full Rock In Rio show

Full Meet You There show

[yesterdaystommorow]

The moon's just at the perfect spot in the sky, glorious white light bathing everything around. Distant street lamps do little to receive my attention.

// Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me//

I notice my playlist playing tunes of yearning and love, completely forgetting the ball I have to attend in an hour. I slide into the electric blue off-shoulder gown laced with flowers, wear white gloves and sapphire rings. Lifting the feathery lace hat adorned with poppies and lillies, I stroll out the bustling street lined by lush green trees which is shifting colours in moonlight and the lamps of hurrying carriages, turning the entire view into an ombré fantasy scene.

The castle is just a few steps away, I walk humming something.

//So this is love mhm mhm//

I see the magnificent shape and twinkling lights of the biggest castle there is.

In the ballroom, the dazzling light of multiple chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and of the hundreds of lamps lit in every direction is blinding. Numerous lights decorating every inch of the castle outside is nothing compared to the room I'm standing in. Had it missed something, the sparkling dresses of women, one or two precious gems in their lockets or bracelets, cuffs and highly polished buttons of men, all made up for it.

There's a song playing that I hardly recognise.

//Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world

There's such a lot of world to see.//

Few pretty women accept the offers of the beaus to dance along to the tunes of a melody only my heart remembers. Others with blood red cheeks approach the men who are blushing twice as much. As the couples sway in each other's arms, maintaining a healthy and unwilling distance, the song ends.

//We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me//

They disperse cheating glances at each other, giggling to themselves and smiling furiously. Women bound in tight corsets and flowy skirts reach out to hold the wine glass with the utmost delicacy. Men standing in and around corners, sipping lightly and searching for their love in the crowd.

My eyes have adjusted to the radiance in the room, I look aimlessly surveying those around, beaming and nodding gently to those who come my way, politely dodging the offers trying to wait for somebody I don't even know.

The song starts. And I see a new sparkle in the mass. Those eyes...smaller than the sapphire in my ring twinkle from the opposite end of the room.

// When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway//

The tension and pull is gravitational, I try to convince myself so. I gulp down my drink and reach out for another when a hand reaches tenderly, almost distant voice saying, "May I?"

My heart goes swoop, swing, bang, flush!

"Holy squirrels!", I stare at him wide- eyed, turning redder than the colour of his lips, the blood in my nerves dancing to beats and rhythms of his aura.

//Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more//

The angelic voice repeats, " May I?"

I come out of my episode of random raptures, totally embarrassed, blinking like a cuckoo head, not realising my neck turning at an angle looking in his eyes, furrowing my brows...

" Oh! I'm very sorry, Miss. I didn't know you're waiting for somebody else"

What to appreciate more, the voice that's singing all sorts of music to me or the face that's the most beautiful and bright thing I've seen tonight...in my entire life?

" I am not waiting for anyone. It would be a pleasure to dance with you.", I say aloud keeping, "if I could just stop gawking at you like this", to myself.

//Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease//

My gloved hand touches his, the warmth is immediately reaching my nerves making me go weak in my knees. Tango. That's the dance I want to do...the most sensual dance to the most inviting song with the most desirable man. But we settle for Waltz -

//When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me//

His mouth opened as if to say something but just smiled and touched the curve of my back softly,

// Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you//

We lock eyes and talk about the universe without words. We share the lives that we've lived million years ago and the future of the nights to come.

He winks, I frown at the suddenness of the action.

He leans in close mumbling, " Forgive me for presuming but I am quite sure you're thinking too much about me". The blush returned when it never left.

//Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak//

He chuckles and embraces me a little too close, " I only said that because I doubted if I were the only one doing that. I wanted the confirmation that we share mutual likeness of each other"

"Well, do we?"

" I would dare myself to affirm that"

I bite my lip and look away to stop myself from giving away Everything by smiling at him in this moment.

//I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins//

Is the song playing just for us? Can others hear it too? Is the song describing their situations as well?

//Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway//

He twirls me around with uncontrollable force and pulls me close too quickly. His heart beating like a drum, resonating with mine, as I lift my chin off his chest.

//Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore//

" Hold me close, sway me more", I say in faint voice inaudible to my own ears.

The twinkle in eyes turns new all of sudden, he heard me despite the deafening resounds of our hearts.

We dance indifferent to other presence in the room, the concept of time dissolves, a man nudges my shoulder breaking the moment for us. " Would you mind if I steal your lady for a dance?" The man asks him.

//Stay with me, sway with me//

He lets go off me. Is it too soon to say something...to commit? Maybe it is. I let questions fog my head. The last line I hear before leaving the ballroom goes :

// When I think of home, I see your face.

I know I have to wait

So close, yet so far//

The moon's about to set but it's still dark.

I swayed with a man so handsome, my cheeks burn still. Illuminating white gem now turned yellow, the tips of the nearby trees look golden.

Was it real? Or a playful evil reverie?

My playlist is alive even when my senses are unconscious from the exhausting efforts of trying to tell truth and dream apart.

//Everybody loves somebody sometime

And though my dreams were overdue

Your love made it all worth waiting

For someone like you//

.

[hellomynudebrain]

Paths (Jumin X reader) Part#18

The party is near, and between your work and the party, you were more busier than ever. Most of the people could think you were stress or maybe overwhelmed with all the work, but in fact you weren't.  Since that day on Jumin's villa, you felt way lighter than before and Jumin and you become much more closer than before. You spent your free days together, eating in some high class restaurant, playing with Elizabeth, trying bottles of wine while talkign about your lifes. You were more honest, which means the constant fights lessen and he laughed more often  when you met him. You were clumsy sometimes like when you were with Jihyun but Jumin didn't matter, he was having fun spending time with you. 

But after some good days with Jumin, suddenly he became distant and started to arrive late. You didn't want to get worried but you did. Maybe he found someone he really likes and that's why he turned like that.  One night, he offered to bring you to a nice restaurant with excelent Italian food, but in the middle of the dinner he got up from his chair and left the room. 

"Excuse me, I need to attend this phone call"

"Yes, work is work...so you can go...hahaha..."

You were curious about the call, so you followed him and see his reactions. The restaurant had the perfect wall for you to hide. So you put yourself behind it and picked on one side. You could see him smiling and he looked so relaxed while he was making the phone call. Maybe he did found someone. That bothered you, but you weren't his "real" girlfriend, which means you haven't the right to be jelous. Resignated, you went back to your table. 

A few minutes later he came back to the table, too. But his smile was so abroad that it was hard to hide it. Sudden, you weren't hungry and the conversation wasn't interesting anymore. You only looked down the food and answer his questions without care. Jumin was so happy that this time he didn't notice the change of your mood. The rest of the night passed. 

The next day you were thinking in Jumin's call. Maybe he did find someone to be with and he didn't end your relationship since you have a contract, and the contract establised that you have to be together until the party. Your chest hurted a little with the thought of you and Jumin spliting off  after that day. You were confused about your feelings. 

The gaze that you had was lost on a wall of your office until that trance was broke off by you phone.It was Jumin. His timing was perfect almost as if you were calling him with your mind. You picked your phone, hesitated a bit, however you anwered.

"....Good afternoon....What can I do for you, Jumin?"

"Oh! It's good that you answered me like that. Tonight, I'll pick you up, driver Kim is going to arrive to you work and deliver a package with  the appropiate attire for this evening date. Please wear it, I didn't buy it. It was Seven and MC's purchase, so  if the outfit is not from your liking, it's not my fault....Anyhow...be ready at 8 pm, that's all." 

He hang up. 

You were surprise with the speed he talked. It sounded like he was in a hurry....Maybe he was about to dump you and that was the reason Seven and MC bought the outfit, maybe he used them to do the dirty job and it was a break up outfit...

Diver Kim arrived to your office and delivered the  package in your hands. He smiled at you like hidding somehing. Now, you were sure. Jumin was a bout to dump you and all were part of the plan, even driver Kim. After, you hesitated to wear whatever the package had, at the end you put yourself together and open the package.  

The dress was a simple but lovely red dress, light and with fluid movements when you weared it, dance heels and water proff make up.All was perfect to dance. How the hell Seven and MC new about your love for  dancing? Maybe Jumin will invite you to dance and dump you on the dance floor? Your mind was playing tricks on you and the worst, each scene was worst than the next one. You looked beautiful, you said when you were standing in front of the mirror on the restrooms of your work, but your sweaty hands and your dry mouth were telling to not go. But was too late, Jumin was outside of your wok place waiting for you. You took the elevator, you wanted to keep inside there all the eternity but unfourtunately, you arrived to the first floor and Jumin's limo is right in front of the entrance. You don't have where to run away. 

The door of the limo opened and inside  Jumin was wearing a light T-shirt in black  with brown colored jeans and a jacket. That surprise you, since you met him, you never saw him like that. He was about to dump you, it was for sure. He wouldn't dress like that for anyone at least was a woman who made him to do it. Again, you hesitated. The coward attitudes weren't your thing, you speak and act with no fear, but entering in that limo was the most terrifying thing in your life. But you put yourself together again, and with your fearful guts, you steped inside and jump to your broke up scene. You were nervous thinking in the worst scenes. Jumin wasn't good either. The clothes made them uncomfortable, and someway hard to think in something to talk. At this time, you have lost the count how many time you have this kind of mood in the limo with Jumin. The limo stoped and your fear and more scenes came to your mind, maybe Jumin would introduce to his real girlfriend and they will kiss infront of you...and how will you feel? How are you going to feel? The answer shaked you inside, you would feel broken again. 

Again lost in your thoughts, Jumin called you and brought you back to reality. You looked him in the eyes, your ideas and feelings were clear but at the same confusing. He smiled to you, took your hand and even with all the scenes in your head, you became brave again. 

The building was an old house with european style and flowers all over it. On the backround, you could hear music, but not any kind music. It was salsa music, cumbia and merengue, the musica you like to dance.

Once you and Jumin entered, a bunch of people scream...

"Surprise!"

"What?! Why?" 

You felt lost in words, that wasn't nothing like the scenes on your head. Your surprise got bigger when a women with long brown hair, white skin and hazelnut eyes came to you accompanied with a redhead with a funny pattern on his glasses and yellow eyes. 

"Hello! Agent 707 is here with Agents MC! Did we surprise you, fair lady?" The red head man talked.

You only nooded with your wide open mouth but no sound came from it.

"*giggles* That's great! Sorry, I'm MC and this crazy man is my husband" "....Oh, thank you! But today it's not my birthday..." You answered with a really confused voice.

"hahaha....Of course not silly! This is your welcome party to the RFA!" MC aswered you back.

All disoriented, Jumin took you from you arm and seat you in a table. "I want to apologize with you..."

"Why?" 

"Because I was a little distant with you the last few days, but it was to keep myself quite about the welcome party"

"Is this because of me?"

"Yes, MC and Saeyong wanted to give you a surprise as a welcome and as a gratitude for helping with the party" 

"Wow! Really?! This...is really a big surprise....hahaha....now I feel like a dumb for all my crazy ideas"

"What crazy ideas?" Jumin asked with curiosity. 

You bite your tongue.

"...no...forget it"  

All the RFA came to you and gave you a welcome gift. Zen and Eve gave you a kit for skincare, Yoosung and Alice, a direction of a refuge for cats and a collar for your next cat, Jaehee and Saeran a pair of coffee cups for couples and finally MC and Saeyong a RFA ID, however when those last two go away. Saeyong came back to you and whispered something on your ear. 

"Here, use them wisely~" And ran away wiking his eye. He put a little box on your hand, it was wrapped in a pretty red paper. You got courious, but suddenly Ali took your hand and brought you to the food table. You put the little box and put it on Jumin's jacket.

You eat and drink, the party could be small but all the people were really enjoyed it. 

There was even a dance floor. Ali was teaching how to dance latin rhythms, Eve and Zen were kiling it on the dance floor dancing as profesionals, Jaehee  was talking and drinking with MC since she has a broken leg, thought Saeran was only drinking juice as Saeyong was making fun of him.

However, Jumin and you were seeing all having fun, you wanted to dance but you were a coward and didn't want to ask Jumin. And Jumin was embarrased because he only knew how to dance waltz and tango, and none of the songs they were dancing was one. 

Zen noticed you wanted to get to dance and since Jumin hadn't the guts to take you at the dance floor. He went to your place and grabed your hand. Zen and you were on the dance floor dancing, at first, you felt weird because Zen was dancing with Eve and they were hell good, but at that moment you were dancing as you used to do before and enjoyed it. Both of you were dancing in perfect synchrony, Eve was happy to see both of you dancing, however, there was a man who started to drink with a sour face, a bottle of wine when you started to dance with Zen. Jumin.

Jumin felt rage against Zen, because he was dancing so near to you, touching you...All that made him mad, and each glass of wine he drank made him madder. 

You were having the time of the year, dancing until your feet hurted, so happy that made you thirsty which made you drink more. 

Finally, Jumin tired of seeing you dance with Zen, stood up from his seat and walked through the dance floor, tapped on Zen's shoulder and talked.

"Zen, I think it's enough dance with MY girlfriend. Love, I don't know how to dance this rhythms, could you teach me?"

You looked Zen, and Zen as a gentleman, set aside and let Jumin dance with you. 

Jumin was stiff but as a patient teacher, you helped him to move and started to dance. His movements were clumpsy but that only made both of you laugh as sillies. 

The song changed and a salsa with a smother sound came, you felt awkard but Jumin took you from you waist and got closer to you. The tension was evident. You looked at him he looked at you, your noses were near as you felt his breath on you, his touch and the smooth music on the background. You automatically close you eyes and he got near your mouth. 

His lips and your lips touched  in a kiss, suddenly he turned his kiss deeper and his tongue started to play with yours. You wanted more and more, but you were interrupted.

"*whistling* Get a room and use my present!!" The redhead with glasses screamed at you.

You remembered, both of you were in a party and you kissed in front of them. You stoped and felt embarrased, but even so, you want more, what made you more embarrased and redder. 

Jumin looked at you and couldn't stand how cute you were at that moment. Maybe was the alcohol or the dance, but he lean to you, kiss your cheek and whispered something on your ear. 

"Let's go back home and continue this~"

You were mesmerized for the kiss and agreed with him. Both say goodbye to everyone and ran to the limo.

[chaeryybomb]

july comebacks review

CHUNGHA ft. CHANGMO: PLAY

holy shit this is definitely my favorite song of the month!!!

the entire song just screams F E S T I V E

the music video, choreography and outfits were all so amazing

and it’s only a pre-release

honestly I can’t wait for her album to come out

I love how she interpreted Spanish elements in this comeback

I love the tango part in the dance and when the hip hop dancers come out!!!

and at the end where everyone just comes out like it’s a huge fiesta!!

this song also has quite a lot of high notes but chungha’s voice gets a rest during the rap part

speaking of the rap part, her expressions during that is amazing!!

overall, definitely my favorite song of this month (maybe this year), its so colourful and festive and its perfect for summer!

IRENE & SEULGI: MONSTER

this song exceeds my expectations

when I first saw the teasers, I thought the song would have quite heavy edm and maybe some bad boy/peek-a-boo elements

while the song does have some of those elements, the entire thing is literally not what I expected

the music video is very aesthically pleasing and it reminds me a lot of a dreamcatcher mv

the mv was also delayed because I heard that they needed to edit some parts out. for example, someone said that if according to the teasers, there should be a scene where Irene stabs a doll with scissors but that part has been cut out I think

ngl I wanted seulrene to perform in the white corset outfits because holy shit those outfits s e r v e d

it also definitely proves that Irene is not just a visual, she’s a very talented rapper and singer so people need to stop seeing her as “red velvet’s visual”!!!

irene has sort of a husky voice like Jisoo’s, just not as deep

I also love Seulgi’s part after the first chorus?? she’s literally g r o w l i n g

as much as I love blonde Irene, why did they give her the wig dhshdhd I bet she was uncomfortable dancing in that

especially she has to bend her back at one point. and speaking of that part, there was one stage where she “winks” while doing it it but Irene said she was actually wincing in pain. (also the mv scene of it where her part morphs into a monster scared me dhshd)

which is why I think irene likes performing “naughty” more instead. maybe it’s because it’s more a mature concept but Irene seems more natural doing so

do not get me started on “naughty”’s choreography,,, it’s SO PLEASING to watch, all those tutting w o w, it looks so hard but Irene and Seulgi make it seem effortless

and when they released the “easy” version on tiktok 😭😭 it still looks so hard please

overall, I hope they make another Irene and Seulgi comeback in the future like EXO-SC! I also hope they try this subunit thing with the rest of RV as well, I’m looking forward to a Seulgi Wendy Joy subunit and Irene Yeri subunit!

ATEEZ: INCEPTION

*inhales* what does seonghwa ACHIEVE by SHOWING his ABS every performance

like hongjoong come collect your MANS

waiting for an episode where yeosang calls him out for over doing it

speaking of yeosang, he’s improved so much! he’s gotten more than one part of the song this time and I’m so proud!

and I’m in love with their “I’m in love” during the beginning and chorus

also woosan is out for my bias list-

ngl I find it kinda weird there’s a mini breakdance in between the the song cause usually breakdances are at the end

I also hope Jongho isn’t overworking himself as it seems he’s just recovered from his injury, I hope none of the boys will injure themself like during wonderland era

also yunho and hongjoong exchanged hairstyles from wave era dhshdh

per usual, hongjoong and mingi’s rap parts are my absolutely favorite

the music video honestly has a lot of theories going on and I’m still waiting for the smart atinys to decipher them dhshd

honestly, ateez reminds me a lot of bts, they’re both from small companies and I hope like bts, ateez will be able to rise to fame

overall, I like this comeback a lot but I wouldn’t say it would be my favorite era of them. Again I hope none of the boys overwork themselves this time

SOMI: WHAT YOU WAITING FOR

ahhhh I’m so glad she’s back!!!

I love this song a lot and somi seems more comfortable with it too!

at first, she looks nervous performing it but I can see her getting more confident through out promoting the song

and it’s definitely more different than “birthday”

personally I like this song more than “birthday” (but “outta my head” will always be my absolute favorite)

somi’s “ring the alarm” has the same energy as “oops you’re not invited” dhshhd

I also love how she interpreted her name in the music video as “ennik” means sword in Dutch

I’m also glad that this time she isnt matching outfits with her backup dancers

personally, I feel that this song fits somi’s vocals better than birthday and she switches from high to low in the chorus

the chorus is 2nd verse is my favorite part of the song

overall, this is a really nice comeback from somi and I hope next time she’s back with more songs

GFRIEND: APPLE

HUGE GODDESSES VIBES!!!!

the entire mv just SCREAMED Greek Goddesses to me

the dresses were so beautiful this era

I especially love the black dresses

and all the accessories made it 10x better

personally I feel very wrecked by yuju and yuju alone

(and maybe sowon's red eyes but shhh)

I was kinda hoping they'd make a comeback like "labyrinth" but boy this comeback was amazing

ever since they joined with big hit, everything has become so much better

plus umji getting her lines and centers!!!

I'm addicted to the "wee o wow wow wow" and the "kiss dance" parts

I'm honestly quite impressed that gfriend was able to perform in long dresses but I feel its better than performing in fitting short dresses

overall, I really like this comeback and the entire album is a bop. my favourite song is "eyes of the storm" because it sounds so much like an anime opening

APRIL: NOW OR NEVER

omg I'm so glad I started stanning them after lalalilala era

also yena said she wanted to do a beach concept next in an interview during lalalilala as well soooooo

the song is soooo catchy and I can't help notice how smiley chaekyung and yena are this era!

I'm so glad that yena and rachel has actual lines this time (also I noticed rachel kinda has a lisp?)

chaekyung was rlly smiley during lalalilala so I thought a cute/fun concept would suit her and it does!

she's shinning during now or never era!!

I feel like the line distribution is pretty fair for 4 vocalists and 2 rappers

plus yena's "eottae" is really adorable!!

my favourite part of the song is the "nunbushin nunbushin" parts and I find the choreography for it rlly cute

and paradise is really catchy b-side!

overall, the comeback is very refreshing and it's nice to see them back on stage again. personally I'm not a huge fan of some of the outfits because I like matching sets instead but other than that, I really like this comeback!

LEE HI: HOLO

did this song make me weep?

yes, yes it did.

queen lee hi making me cry with another song again

I just find lee hi's voice very emotional okay

it reminds me of the time when I first listened to "breathe"

honestly the song is such a breather for anyone's who's having a hard time

listening to the words "one day it will stop, and I'm gonna stop crying, stop feeling, stop thinking about you my baby" is quite comforting to hear

it really makes you think that is being alone really a bad idea?

I've listened to song on repeat ever since it came out

[purplepersnicketywrites]

I found this post and I really love the prompt so it goes like this "you're unfairly good at everyhting but I'm strong enough to carry you bride-style and this for some reason renders you speachless" I'm sorry it's not a nermaid thing.

It doesn’t have to be a mermaid thing! You’re good! I just thought it would be On Theme for the month dfshgdfg

ANYWAY YES THIS IS A TOP-TIER PROMPT it’s,,, Kirishima @ Bakugou tbh

so um. it might have taken a while to write this but have like, a whole 4k fic? i don’t know how to drabble,, apparently,,,

Eijirou was in love.

Okay, well, maybe that was a little over-exaggeration of his feelings. Maybe it was being dramatic - especially since he wasn’t actually with the object of his affections (yet) - but dramatic suited his would-be suitor.

Or, Eijirou thought. Am I the suitor?

It wasn’t like he was actively persuing anything… Whatever, the point was that Eijirou was desperately in love with one Bakugou Katsuki, his long-time best friend and the owner of his entire heart and most of his soul. And who could blame him? Bakugou was perfect.

It might not be an opinion that everyone shared of the blond bombshell. He was prickly and wore an almost permanent scowl. He was the grumpiest, grouchiest bastard that Eijirou had ever met. He swore liberally, was unapologetically self-confident almost to the point of arrogance, and he exploded stuff. He’d been even worse when he was younger.

The thing was, as Bakugou’s best friend, Eijirou saw the other side of him, too. Where Bakugou’s walls were raised high around him, he’d carved out a small door for Eijirou and a few of their closest friends to let them in.

Where most saw Bakugou as a unfriendly and standoffish guy, Eijirou saw the introverted young man who was shy and just didn’t want to admit it. Where most heard the blistering language that rolled off of Bakugou’s tongue, Eijirou heard the Bakugou who was bad with words and at a loss for how to really express himself. Bakugou was way more into physical expression than verbal. He didn’t like to talk about feelings or ‘gross sappy shit like that’.

Most people didn’t bother trying to get through Bakugou’s walls to see the part of him that really, truly cared about people. It had been a stunted, shrivelled sort of thing when Bakugou had started at UA. Now, five years later and two into actual hero work, it was like a tree in full bloom. Bakugou cared, in his own way.

His drive was unparalleled. Once Bakugou Katsuki set his mind on something, god, he was gonna get it. Eijirou didn’t doubt for a second that he’d snag the Number One Hero spot at some point in his career. Bakugou inspired Eijirou, he always had.

Bakugou was also absolutely, mind-bendingly smoking hot. Which, you know, that didn’t hurt Eijirou’s attraction to him one bit.

One of the things that Eijirou found most appealing about his friend was his sheer level of competency. In like, any situation. Eijirou would think that maybe they were stuck on something - in a hopeless situation, on an investigation, anything, really - and then Bakugou’s face would do the thing. He’d get one of his special thinky-faces on, the one that meant he was trying to remember something. Then his eyes - bright and shiny and the most gorgeous deep red - would widen slightly as he pulled on all the strings inside his head and found himself weaving up a thought.

Bakugou would bark out a laugh, one of Eijirou’s favourite Bakugou laughs because this one meant I’ve got it, we’ve won, and proceed to obliterate whatever their obstacle was. Bakugou had done a whole lot of things, somehow. He’d done ballet and acrobatics in addition to martial arts to shape his movements as he fought. He was musical. Origami swans had saved their necks twice, somehow, and Eijirou had nearly died for other reasons that one time Katsuki had had to teach him how to tango for that one undercover mission they’d gone on. Both of them had worn awful wigs. Eijirou remembered the mission fondly.

One thing that Bakugou Katsuki still wasn’t great at doing, however, was knowing when he was beaten. Kaminari often joked that Bakugou had no off-switch. He never stopped.

Not even when his leg was cut up from hip-to-calf and there were seven other heroes on the scene.

“Don’t make me call timeout on you, Zero,” Eijirou growled, holding onto Bakugou’s shoulder to stop him rushing after the villain that Eijirou was pretty sure Battle Fist had already smacked down into the ground. Bakugou tried to keep walking. “You’re bleeding. Like, badly.”

“They can stitch it later,” Bakugou said, eyes darting around.

Eijirou narrowed his own eyes. “Once you’ve passed out from blood loss, you mean?”

Bakugou glared at him and tried to shake Eijirou’s hand off his shoulder. “Don’t mother-hen me, Red.”

“Oh yeah,” Eijirou huffed, doubling down on his grip. “Because not wanting my partner to drop ‘cause he’s being stubborn is unreasonable.”

“Exactly,” Bakugou said, raising one hand. It was already popping a little. Was he going to try and blast Eijirou’s hand off of him? He ought to know that wouldn’t work by now.

Eijirou sighed. “Well, if you’re gonna act like a baby about it… It’s timeout time.”

Bakugou only had time to frown at him before Eijirou was scooping him up into a bridal-style lift. Bakugou squawked and let off a couple of bangs from his hands. They achieved exactly nothing.

“Let me go, you bastard!” Bakugou snapped. He wasn’t wriggling too much, though. His leg must have been really painful. Eijirou tried not to jostle it. “Put me down!”

“Nope!” Eijirou said, and he looked around to see if he could see any medical assistance. If not, well, the hospital wasn’t too far from here… Bakugou folded his arms over his chest and pouted. Good, he’d accepted his fate.

There were no medics set up around here, so Eijirou set off at a light jog towards the route to the hospital. He could feel warmth dripping down one of his arms and grimaced to himself. Bakugou really was losing blood, huh? He was lucky that the villain hadn’t caught one of his major blood vessels.

It didn’t take very long until the hospital was in sight, and Eijirou glanced down at Bakugou, who was staring fixedly at his own knees with a weird expression on his face.

“Hey man, you holding up?” Eijirou asked, wondering if Bakugou was in more pain than he’d thought or like, fainting or something. He shifted Bakugou’s weight in his arms a little.

Bakugou nodded, flushing pink? “Just get me to the docs already.”

“You got it, dude,” Eijirou said, jogging around the hospital building until he saw the sign for A&E. People moving outside the hospital caught sight of them and ogled. Man, they were probably both covered in blood, huh? This’d probably make the news.

It was worth it if Bakugou was okay, though. Eijirou was beginning to get worried - his friend had gone pale again, paler than he should be, and quiet, too. Quiet and Bakugou did not mix. He sped up a little and then all of a sudden he was at the desk in A&E.

“Uh,” Eijirou managed to get out, but the receptionist had seen them coming and a doctor was already rushing over.

“Over here, Red Riot,” the doctor said, showing Eijirou to a free bed. He laid Bakugou down on it as gently as he could. Nurses swarmed under the doctor’s direction, and before Eijirou knew what was going on, he was being bundled into a waiting room chair with a shock blanket and a mug of cocoa.

He texted Mina to go to his and Bakugou’s apartment to pick up some fresh clothes for them both as she had a spare key, and then he was just waiting. He offered himself as a blood donor - as an O-Neg he was a universal donor - but the doctors had deemed it unnecessary. They had plenty of blood for Bakugou to have. That was good. He thought that they had probably stitched him up by now, and maybe even used a medical quirk.

“Red Riot?”

Eijirou looked up. One of the nurses from earlier stood in front of him. “Oh, uh, hi! How’s Ground Zero doing?”

“Good,” said the nurse. “His injuries have been treated and he’s currently being given painkillers for it. He is currently asleep, but would you like to sit in with him?”

Eijirou glanced down at his soiled clothes. “Am I allowed, with all of this gunk on me?”

“His injuries have all been cleaned and dressed, so unless you try to remove any of them, I think you’ll be safe,” the nurse grinned. “Follow me.”

Eijirou did. He was led through a few different corridors and into a ward with individual rooms. The nurse pushed one door open and then there was Bakugou. He looked a lot cleaner and was a far better colour than he had been. Eijirou let out a sigh of relief and went to sit on one of the visitors’ chairs.

“Thanks,” he told the nurse, who smiled again and left the room after telling Eijirou to yell if anything was amiss.

Eijirou stared at Bakugou’s face. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

One of Bakugou’s eyes cracked open. “Yeah.”

“Huh,” Eijirou said. “No arguing with me any more? Those painkillers must be strong.”

“I’m so fuckin’ high right now,” Bakugou agreed. “Sorry.”

“Apologies, too? Man, I should keep some of this stuff and slip it to you the next time you get too grumpy.”

Bakugou grinned at him. “Nah, ya like me when I’m grumpy.”

Damn, well, that was true.

“Yeah, I do,” Eijirou said, and prodded Bakugou’s chest. “So stop ending up in here. This one’s gonna leave a real nasty scar.”

“Mmhmm,” Bakugou said, closing his eyes again. “Sooner I rest up, sooner I’ll be cleared to leave this fuckin’ place. So shut ya trap.”

“Charming,” Eijirou said with a snort.

“I know I am,” Bakugou mumbled. “Shut up.”

Eijirou patted Bakugou on the shoulder. “Yeah. I’ll be here when you wake up again, yeah?”

“Better fuckin’ be,” Bakugou said, and then his face dropped into the genuine relaxation of sleep.

Mina was a goddamn lifesaver. She had brought them their clothes, informed Bakugou that he was a moron for making everyone worry about him, and then swept herself off with no wriggling eyebrows or probing about Eijirou basically gluing himself to Bakugou’s side. She had also taken away their dirtied costumes ‘to be burned’.

The hospital staff had given Bakugou the A-Okay to head home (and rest his leg, which Eijirou was going to have to enforce, somehow). Now all they had to do was physically get out of the hospital.

That was easier said than done.

“I do not need a fuckin’ wheelchair,” Bakugou insisted, despite the fact he wasn’t really supposed to walk in case his stitches ripped. He had woken up on the wrong side of everything, let alone the bed, and now that they’d taken him off the strong painkillers the reality of his injury had settled in.

Eijirou was losing his patience with his friend. “Stop swearing at the staff, Bakugou.”

“I do whatever I damn well please,” Bakugou spat, glowering. “Fucking antibiotics, feel like shit. I’m allowed to cuss, I’m an adult.”

“It’s not professional, man,” Eijirou said. “What if a kid in the hospital hears you? They’re gonna repeat what Ground Zero says.”

“It’s education.”

Eijirou’s mouth threatened to twitch up. No! He wasn’t amused!

“Dude,” said Eijirou. “You suck.”

Bakugou scowled at him. “You wish.”

Eijirou took a moment for himself to scream internally. Being head over heels for this man was incredibly testing at times. He had a suspicion that Bakugou knew, from comments like that, but he could never be sure. Eijirou pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to get into the chair? Or are you hoping that you’ll start spontaneously levitating?”

“I just don’t want the press to get me in one of those things,” Bakugou said, pouting to the side.

“There’s literally nothing wrong with being in a wheelchair, Bakugou,” Eijirou said.

Bakugou scoffed. “Of course not! But the tabloids’ll overreact and make out like I’m dying or I’ve lost my leg or some stupid shit like that. It’ll affect the rankings.”

Eijirou sighed. Bakugou narrowed his eyes and Eijirou held up his hands. “I get it, bro, the world is stupid. They probably already got me carrying you in here covered in blood, though. I could carry you back out again?”

“And do what, carry me the whole way home?” Bakugou snapped.

“Sure, why not?” Eijirou shrugged. “If it gets you out of the hospital.”

Bakugou glared at him. “Why n- We live three fuckin’ miles away, dipshit!”

“And?”

Bakugou blinked. “And that’s a fuckin’ long way to go if you’re lugging someone along with you.”

“Not really, ‘cause I’m like,” Eijirou paused to reorganise his words. “I’ve definitely carried more than you for further before.”

“Excuse me,” said one of the nurses. “So will you be using the wheelchair or not?”

“Not,” Bakugou said.

Oh, wait, so the carrying thing wasn’t hypothetical. Okay.

“Alright, let’s go then,” Eijirou said, walking over to where Bakugou was sitting with his legs dangling over the side of the hospital bed, signed discharge papers in his hand ready to give to reception. Eijirou tried to pretend that his heart wasn’t thundering in his chest. He failed.

No use agonising over it! Eijirou scooped Bakugou up. Bakugou slung one of his arms around Eijirou’s neck - for balance, probably - and lay the other with the discharge papers over his lap.

“You good?” Eijirou asked. Bakugou nodded. “I’m not grabbing your cut, right?”

Bakugou shook his head.

“Comfy?” Eijirou asked. Bakugou nodded. Okay, that was weird, he’d gone quiet. And slightly red. Was that like, a symptom of something, or? “Cat got ya tongue, man?”

Bakugou went pale, and then red again, almost like some kind of squid thing that Eijirou had seen on a wildlife documentary once.

“Ba-”

“Just go already,” Bakugou muttered, scowling at the papers he was holding.

“Alright,” Eijirou said, thanking the nurse and striding from the room.

“Home, sweet home,” Eijirou said, setting Bakugou down for the first time since they’d left the hospital. They weren’t quite in yet, but Eijirou did sort of need to unlock the door. He kept ahold of Bakugou’s arm to make sure he stood in one place, and then the door was open and he was picking Bakugou up again.

So what if he was enjoying all this extra contact? Sue him.

“Sofa or bed, Bakugou?” Eijirou asked, and Bakugou jumped slightly in his arms. He’d have his Thinking Really Hard face on all the way home and had barely said a word.

“Sofa,” Bakugou said. Eijirou set him down and Bakugou leant back into the cushions with his Thoughtful Scowl on again.

Eijirou sat next to him, breathing out a sigh of relief that they were finally home and mostly back in one piece after the fight today. Eijirou had dealt with knife quirks before - on his hero debut, even! - but while his quirk protected him from the worst of any sharp things, it meant that he no longer really got aimed at and it was harder for him to take hits.

Man, if the knife villain had gotten Eijirou? He’d’ve come away from the battle totally unharmed and desperately seeking a new pair of trousers or something. But no. The villain had got his best friend instead, and now everything was going to be a hassle for a while. Patrols without Bakugou didn’t suck, but they did get a little dull, and Eijirou would always be worrying that Bakugou had fallen over or something and injured himself more without anyone around to help him.

“You wanna get take out tonight?” Eijirou asked. He was gonna order it anyway because he didn’t want to cook and he wasn’t gonna let Bakugou do it. Bakugou grunted - probably in agreement - and Eijirou realised that he was still on his no-talking thing. “Dude, what’s up?”

Bakugou levelled a glare at him. “Take a wild guess.”

“Nuh uh, that ain’t gonna fly,” Eijirou said. “You’re moping, or something. Injuries make you angry. You get louder. Not whatever this is.”

“The fuck do you know?” Bakugou grumbled. Eijirou reached out and whacked Bakugou’s shoulder lightly.

“I know you, man,” Eijirou said.

“Ugh,” Bakugou said. “I guess you do.”

He was still looking at Eijirou, expression shifting and shifting so quickly that Eijirou couldn’t keep up. Bakugou’s thoughts must have been racing - and for such a quick-thinking guy that speed must be intense.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Eijirou said, launching into his usual get-Bakugou-to-open-up-about-things spiel. “But I’m here for ya, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, you are,” Bakugou said, face moving into a frown. Huh? “Why?”

“What?”

“Why are you here?” Bakugou asked. “Why do you want to be here?”

Well, this was not exactly the conversation Eijirou had envisioned having… Like, ever. “You’re my best frien-”

“That’s not what I meant, Kirishima,”Bakugou growled, cutting Eijirou off with a glare. What, was Eijirou not giving the right answer to his vague and nebulous question? “It- Ugh. What do you want from me?”

Eijirou blinked. “What? Nothing.”

“No, there isn’t nothing,” Bakugou snapped. Huh? Eijirou didn’t understand what Bakugou was saying. Was this just from all the pain meds, even if the loopy ones weren’t being used any more? Did Bakugou think that Eijirou was only hanging out with him for… For what? Personal gain? What would that even be? Years of friendship (and feelings) down the line and Bakugou thought this? Bakugou clacked his teeth together and frowned harder. “Stop- Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking.”

“Wh-”

“No, fuck, let me just,” Bakugou grimaced, looking off to the side. Oh, this was some weird feelings thing, wasn’t it? No wonder Bakugou wasn’t making any sense. Eijirou still felt tense, but not quite as alarmed. “You carried me home for three fucking miles, Kirishima! What do I- How the hell am I supposed to- Ugh!”

Oh, Eijirou thought he could see the picture of things, now. “You don’t need to give anything back to me for that, Bakugou! It’d be selfish to ask for you to repay me for something I volunteered to do!”

“Well, maybe you should be,” Bakugou said. Eijirou tilted his head. Bakugou glanced at him and away again. “Be selfish, I mean! You’re always fucking giving. Giving and giving and never taking a single thing back for yourself and it drives me up the fucking wall!”

Eijirou shook his head. “There’s nothing I need from anyone that I don’t already have.”

“What about what you want,” Bakugou said. He fixed Eijirou with his stare again and something in his expression made Eijirou’s stomach do somersaults. “Is there anything you want from me that I could give you?”

Eijirou met Bakugou’s burning gaze.

Everything, his brain supplied.

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, and Eijirou realised that he’d said the word aloud. Before he could even think about being horrified, Bakugou’s scowl slipped from his face. It was replaced by a triumphant grin.

“Oh thank fuck you finally said it,” Bakugou said, leaning over into Eijirou’s space. Eijirou could feel his whole face burning. “‘Cause if I never got the chance to tell you how god damned hot it is that you can carry me in your arms for three fucking miles without even breaking a sweat, I think I would’ve died.”

Eijirou couldn’t provide a response to that. His lips were occupied, all of a sudden. With Bakugou. Because Bakugou was kissing him, and kind of insistently. Eijirou allowed himself a few more moments to be utterly confused, and then he wrapped his arms around Bakugou and kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm as Bakugou was putting in.

“That’s a little dramatic,” Eijirou said, when they parted to breathe.

Bakugou snorted. “You know who you’re dealing with.”

“Mmhm,” Eijirou said, kissing Bakugou again and finding himself delighted by the way he reacted. When had Bakugou crawled into his lap? “Uh… We should probably talk about this.”

“I’m fuckin’ crazy about you. We’re dating now. That enough talkin’ for ya?”

Probably not, but- Bakugou kissed him again. And again. And again. Eijirou laughed into the kisses, and began to run his hands down Bakugou’s sides. “Wait, um. So does this make you my boyfriend, Katsuki?“

“Fuck, yes,” Bakugou said. Or should it just be Katsuki now? Yeah, Eijirou liked the sound of that. “You- Ow! Watch it!”

Eijirou winced, pulling his hand away from Katsuki’s hip. “Oops! I forgot! Are you okay?”

“Dumbass,” Katsuki said, but fondly.

“For the record, I’m crazy about you, too,” Eijirou said, taking advantage of the lull to speak. “I’ve been kind of head over heels for you since school.“

“I know,” Katsuki said. Oh.

“Wait,” Eijirou raised an eyebrow. “You knew? Like, since when?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Since forever. You’re not subtle.”

Eijirou blinked. “What? Then- Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I dunno,” Katsuki said, pulling himself back to lay against the sofa cushions again. “I was confused about it for a long-ass while.”

“So, you’re not confused any more?” Eijirou asked. It didn’t really need to be asked, given the way that Katsuki had kissed him just now, but Eijirou wanted everything out in the open.

“No,” Katsuki lifted his good leg and prodded Eijirou’s chest with his foot. “I’ve been flirting with you for like, a fuckin’ year now. Thought it’d finally spur you to action but noooo, you have to be all self-depreciating and second-guessing shit all the time.”

“A year?” Eijirou said, feeling his mouth fall open. His brain scanned through all of their recent interactions - there was a lot to sift through. Oh, that explained a few things. Eijirou put a hand over his face. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki said. He beckoned Eijirou over with a finger. “But you’re my idiot now, so come here.”

Eijirou crawled over him, mindful of Katsuki’s injured leg. Katsuki hooked his arms around Eijirou’s neck and drew him into a languid kiss.

“I love you,” Eijirou said, feeling a shiver down his spine as the words left his mouth. Wait, fuck, it was too soon for that and Katsuki was probably going to-

“Holy shit,” Katsuki said, turning bright red. “Fuck- Fucking warn a guy if you’re gonna say something that sappy!”

“I’m sorry, I, uh-”

Katsuki slammed a hand over Eijirou’s mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare take it back, Eijirou.”

Oh, Eijirou thought. That was the first time he used my given name.

“I,” Katsuki swallowed, his flushed face darkening further. “I love you too.”

The shiver that followed Katsuki’s statement dwarfed any he’d experienced previously. It felt like his soul was on fire. Eijirou didn’t know how to respond, so he kissed Katsuki again.

“I love you,” he said, pressing his lips to Katsuki’s jaw. “I love you,” he said, kissing Katsuki’s cheek. He continued, saying those three words over and over and peppering kisses all over Katsuki’s face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Katsuki grinned, happier than Eijirou had ever seen. He could feel Katsuki’s fingers running through his hair at the back of his head. “Fuck, I love you. So fucking much.”

Eijirou pressed their foreheads together.

“Katsuki,” Eijirou said, but not for any particular reason. He just wanted to say Katsuki’s name.

“Eijirou,” Katsuki echoed. “We still have to order food.”

“Oh, right!” Eijirou sat up.”Whaddya want?”

“You.”

Eijirou flushed. “Babe. Er, can I call you that?“

“Fuck, call me whatever you want,” Katsuki said, matching the shade of Eijirou’s face. “Curry?”

“Curry it is!” Eijirou said, climbing off of Katsuki and the sofa and making his way over to the phone to call their usual place. He rattled off their order, maybe a little quicker than usual. Once it was confirmed, he put the phone down and turned to stare at Katsuki.

Katsuki looked back at him. Eijirou didn’t think he’d looked away, and that was just. It was something. Eijirou’s stomach flipped and flopped. Katsuki patted the space next to him on the sofa and Eijirou made his way back over. No sooner had he sat down, than Katsuki’s arm circled his waist and pulled him close. Katsuki buried his face into Eijirou’s shoulder, and Eijirou echoed his hum.

“Wish you’d wised up sooner,” Bakugou said, voice slightly muffled. “Coulda been doing this for fuckin’ ages.”

“Well, we can do it now, and as much as we want,” Eijirou said, twisting to press a kiss into Katsuki’s hair.

“Mm,” Katsuki mumbled, pushing his face down harder. “Wanna post something mushy on social media?”

“Shouldn’t we run it by the PR team, first?” Eijirou asked.

Katsuki looked up at him. “Fuck that. Tell the world you’re in love with me already.“

Eijirou grinned, because he did.

[tetrakys]

Miss the Misery - part 1

This is a sort of rewrite of UL Castiel’s route using my OC, I don’t usually create OCs but I described a bit of her personality and backgorund here (Tetrakys 2) and found it interesting enough to explore more.

This story is going to incorporate some of the writing prompts I have received and I’m experimenting a more mature and darker style and themes, so it’s not totally canon-compliant, let me know what you think.

The title is inspired by the Halestorm song with the same name, which always reminds me of Castiel and Candy’s breakup.

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3rd September, 10 pm , three years ago

I walked through the crowded room a little lost, trying to find Castiel amid the number of bodies jumping, dancing, rubbing against each other.

This was the farthest thing from a school party I’d ever seen. I looked at my t-shit and jeans and compared them to every other girl’s outfit. They all looked so sexy and mature, I was in my second year of college but looked like a child.

Get a grip, Candy! You’re here to surprise your boyfriend, he loves you the way you are.

But I felt so out of place… since Lysander had gone back to the farm things had changed. I knew Castiel felt a little adrift, he was hanging out with new people, trying to re-build his band from scratch. I didn’t know any of them, but I’d had the suspect it was a completely different crowd respect to the one from high school… well, now I had proof.

I looked around the room, two girls where kissing in the middle of a small group of boys who incited and took pictures. Another group of six or seven people was drinking and smoking weed. A couple was hooking up in a corner, the movement of the girl’s hand leaving very little to the imagination.

I was starting to think that surprising him hadn’t been such a great idea after all, was I really in the right place?

Just when I was about to turn on my heels and leave that crazy and, frankly, scary place, I heard a familiar laughter coming from the room ahead of me. Speeding up my peace, I got there and immediately stopped, staring at the scene in front of me like a deer caught in the headlights.

Castiel, a beer in his hand, was sitting on a couch, surrounded by a group of guys and girls, all drinking and having a good time. A girl was sitting right next to him, close, very close, he was smiling at her and she at him, her hand casually resting on his chest.

He wasn’t pushing her away.

Feeling my eyes on him, maybe thanks to that strange connection that we’d always had since the first moment we’d met, he turned his head and our eyes locked.

“Candy?”

I should’ve said something, I should’ve gone to him, anything except for what I did.

I turned around and run away.

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Present day

“Candy, you’re bomb!”

Rosa looked at me from head to toe, taking in my little black dress and knee-high boots, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Long gone are those days where I had to teach you how to dress and what lingerie was,” she faked drying a non-existent tear from her eye, “you’re making me proud.”

“Lingerie and I are very well acquainted these days, I have to admit.”

“I believe you,” she said hooking her arm to mine, making our way inside the Snake Room. “I almost didn’t recognise you the first time I saw you back in town. You look so confident, so… grown up.”

Of course I did. I’d spent the last three years working on myself, turning into a cool, confident and sexy woman. I wasn’t a little girl anymore.

“Nervous?” she asked me, looking at me a little worried.

“Why would I?”

“Well… you haven’t seen Castiel in years, and I know it was a difficult break-up. I’d totally understand if you felt… I don’t know… nauseous?”

“Please,” I rolled my eyes, “there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m going to enjoy a night of music and dancing with you. And if we run into each other afterwards? I’ll just say hi.”

“You really have changed. I like it.”

I’d never seen the Snake Room so crowded, I knew Castiel was popular but I’d no idea of how much. To be honest, I’d avoided looking up online or asking people for news about him. I had my own life now.

Rosa went to the bar to get us some drinks and I moved towards the middle of the room, trying to find a good enough spot to enjoy the concert.

“Look who’s here,” a voice came from behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it belonged to.

“Talk about changed people,” I smirked, “how are you doing Nath?”

I felt him moving closer to my back, his presence invading my space. Anyone else would’ve found his new attitude intimidating. Not me.

“Better now that you’re here,” he said lightly brushing my naked arm with his hand, “but of course you are. No good little girlfriend would miss her boyfriend’s concert.”

“I’m here to enjoy some music with my friend,” I replied calmly. “Also,” I added turning around and looking at him straight in the eye, “I’m nobody’s girlfriend. And I’m definitely not little nor good.”

I smirked at him, and his eyes run over my body, focusing on my chest and my hips.

My attitude wasn’t the only thing that had changed since high school.

“No, you’re not little,” he said with a smirk matching my own. Then, lowering his head to whisper to my ear, he added, “but I bet you’re very good.”

Before I could reply, the lights turned off and a choir of girly screams signalled that the show was about to start.

Nath disappeared in the crowd and Rosa came holding our drinks. She wasn’t satisfied with the spot I’d found us so, with her typical stronger-than-life attitude, she pushed us in the middle of the crowd, and we found ourselves right in front of the stage.

One after the other, Crowstorm members took their place on the stage and started playing their instruments: first the drums, then the rhythmic guitar, then the bass, and then…

I heard his guitar before I saw him, playing from the backstage. When he got to the stage he was walking backwards so all I could see was his tall, strong figure, and his read hair, a little longer than what they used to be in the past, partially tied at the back of his head.

The crowd was going crazy, I’d seen a few girls with t-shit saying CastieLove and I wasn’t sure if I should be laughing or puking.

He kept playing with his back to the crowd for about a minute, then, when the music got to the highest point, he turned around and… I stopped breathing.

It was him.

The eyes I’d lost myself into so many times.

The eyebrows I remembered being in a constant frown every time he was feeling grumpy, so quite often.

That nose, so perfect and straight, that I always thought made him look like a model, or a prince.

Those lips. His lips. Lips I’d spent hours kissing and tasting. Lips that I knew better than my own.

And his voice.

What really got to me was his voice, so deep and sexy.

He never used to sing for anyone but me in the past, and now he was doing it for everyone else.

My vision got blurred… were those… tears?

Calm the fuck down Candy. What the hell!

I shook my head and slowly got my composure back.

After this first emotional moment that I really had no idea where it came from, I finally managed to look at him with detachment and objectivity.

And fuck, he was hotter than ever.

I’d always found him attractive, since the first time I’d met him in Sweet Amoris’ courtyard, I was left speechless the moment my eyes laid on him.

But now, there on that stage, his voice, his looks, his movements… everything of him attracted me, and from the reaction of the dozens of girls in the club, it wasn’t just me. It felt like he was making love with the whole crowd.

It was almost obscene.

And in that moment, when I felt I was about to come just by looking at him, as if our connection had switched on again after so many years, our eyes met.

Or maybe it’d never been off.

It lasted only one second, so brief I almost thought I’d imagined it.

I decided it didn’t matter, I was there to enjoy myself, to dance and get loose, and I did just that, for more than one hour, until the concert was over and the lights went back on.

I was sweaty and hot, and I’d drunk a bit, it was time to go to the toilet.

After I did what I had to, I was just about to head outside to meet with Rosa, when I felt someone stop me, grabbing me by the elbow.

I turned around and found myself face to face with him.

“Hi,” he said looking so cool and composed.

The first word he’d told me in three years.

“Hi, Castiel.” I replied in a similar tone.

“I didn’t know you were back in town.”

Was his tone accusatory?

“Yes, I’m studying my final year at Anteros.”

“You didn’t come back for me, then.”

What the… was he serious?

“Still, you could’ve told me. Sent me a text at least,” he added.

“We haven’t spoken in years, Castiel. Do you think I could just contact you out of nowhere?”

“If you wanted to,” he replied almost bored.

“It takes two to tango, you haven’t exactly kept in touch either.”

I was starting to get annoyed. Our first meeting after years apart started with a fight.

Certain things never change.

“Do you mind if we talk in a more private place,” he said looking around, and I noticed several girls staring at us, trying to figure out if that was a good moment to approach him. One of them was my charming roommate.

“Sure,” I replied following him in a small equipment room. Not before having waved goodbye to Yeleen.

She looked livid.

The room was small and full of cables and other types of musical equipment, we had to lean against a wall just to talk.

“I loved the concert,” I said changing the subject, “you guys are really good, even better than in high school.”

He snorted, “I should hope so, we were beginners at the time.”

“I didn’t know you were so popular we had to hide just to be able to talk.” I smiled, “I’m happy for you.”

“It’s not the fame I care about, I just want to play my music. That’s the only thing I’ve always wanted. You know that.”

I felt a stinging pain pierce my heart. Playing with his band was the only thing he wanted, the reason he hadn’t followed me when I had to move. I knew it very well. His music always came first.

“You never know,” I replied a little more coldly than I wanted to, “people change. I’ve changed.”

He looked at me then, taking in my clothes, my look, my posture.

“Have you?” he asked a little sceptical.

Everyone kept repeating how much I’d changed, how could he be the one not noticing it? He, who knew me better than anyone else.

Or maybe… exactly because he knew me so well.

I looked around a little uneasy.

“Am I boring you?”

“Of course not, it’s just that I came with someone.”

He stiffened, “someone?”

“Yes, Rosa. She must be wondering where I am.”

Looking around the corner, he noticed that most people had left, and motioned for me to follow him.

“Well, it was nice to see you again,” he said with not much conviction. “Take care.”

The coldness of his tone, he always was one to hold a grudge.

And, I didn’t want to admit it, but this meeting had unnerved me more than I’d expected. That’s why I smirked and said, “Don’t worry Castiel, I’m sure we will see each other again.”

I winked at him and left him there, happy I’d shown him this encounter had left me unfazed.

“I bet we will, little girl.”

I stopped mid-movement, frozen on the spot. Damn I’d almost won this round.

It was time to leave asap.

Luckily, rescue came in the form of a drunk Rosa, who started teasing him senselessly. See Castiel? I was different. The old me would have felt completely mortified, now I just laughed at the situation. Even when Rosa started jabbering on how the two of us were the perfect couple and should get back together, completely embarrassing him in front of a bunch of groupies, I just winked at him and took her away.

But when I went back to campus, I couldn’t help reliving the night in my mind.

He shouldn’t have affected me the way he had. I was over him. I had been for a long time.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.

I kept repeating in my mind the whole way home.

And I hoped that if I repeated it enough times, it might eventually become true.

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[blankdblank]

Hobbit-Soulmate Pt 17

. Using details on Chicago - basing this off the film since I haven’t seen the musical myself. .And let’s just pretend Raul Esparza was in it once.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 -

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Months you had to duck and dodge Jordan, and yet the full way today there was no sight of him bringing a smirk to your face seeing the effect of Richards warning. Straight to your first class you headed only to catch a curious addition to your pathway. Mr Tarl, a tall sweater vest clad man with grey slacks matching his dress shirt and loafers grinning at you in his usual silent request to speak to you.

“Mr Tarl? I thought you were out for the rest of the year.”

He nodded, “Yes, that is why I’m here. To speak to you.” Swallowing dryly you nodded and hoped that this drama with Jordan and your falling asleep in your classic lit class the other day. “Oh nothing like that.”

Around you the curious students passing paused to listen in forming a growing crowd. “Now, you remember that you had agreed to be the under understudy for the show I am choreographing?”

“Yes.”

“Well one of the leads has dropped out this morning taking their understudy with them, and the curtain rises in four days. I was hoping you might be interested. It’s only a two month run, up to your graduation, we have to be out for Lion King’s return, and it pays well, just over $2000 a week.”

At that your jaw dropped as he said, “The director gave me a two hour window to find out if you would take the part if not we have to cram another three months of prep and auditions into four days. You’re the only person I know that could soak it all up on a deadline like that. You’ve helped me out so many times before and I know you’d be perfect for it.”

“Wow, Just, sure. I, um, just finished reading through the step outline book last week.”

He smirked and turned guiding you towards one of the dance halls to a usually empty rehearsal room filled with a small group of chorus dancers and a band all looking you over curiously in his explaining the role in the new musical, Chicago. A depression era jazz fueled show full of mischief and scandal. “Now for this role you’ll need to sing alto, but it is the second lead, Velma Kelly. I’ve talked to your teachers and you’ve been cleared for the day. I also have the chorus dancers for your main numbers with me, you can give the first number a once over while you’re being measured.”

With that final door opening into the rehearsal room you set your things down and pulled from your bag the book of pages filled with the moves for each scene along with copies of the songs you had already nearly memorized. Focusing on that while a pair of women hurried over to take your measurements, fully pleased there would be little alterations on the final costumes to fit you. After his call Mr Taln returned finding you speaking with the other dancers on the opening scene for final touches and he queued the band to give a starting count for your first run through.

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All the way to eleven you rehearsed and eased the worries of the chorus at least that you were well passed qualified and prepared to join the show so soon. Just a few kinks had to be worked out, minor details and surely the following day you would have to work through the talking portions the following day with the director. Rehearsals here had ended and Mr Taln had approached you again when he felt comfortable you were ready to see the director, “Now, we just have to head over to the main stage to meet up with the Director for the final walk through and to get the paperwork signed. You live close, correct?”

You nodded, “Ya, not far. Um can I bring my Mate along? Depending on how long if he wants to come?”

He nodded, “Of course. I’ll let you drop off your things and fetch him, here is the address just in case, but I’ll be waiting outside to walk you in.”

You nodded again and his smile grew at your creeping grin, “I’ll see you there. Won’t take long.” Hurrying out the room he chuckled along with a few of the dancers and band members all grouping around him to follow him back to the theatre.

A subway stop later and you raced through the street and into your apartment building passing your landlord as you called out, “Can’t talk now I’ll explain later!” Up the steps you raced straight for your apartment where you spotted Richard stepping into your sights from the kitchen with a curious raised brow, “Rich! Richy Rich, oh I have so much to tell you!”

His grin spread seeing you set your violin and bag down still in your knee length sweats and converse from your rehearsals under your baggy sweater added haphazardly over your tank top. “Class called early?”

You shook your head and raced over to hug him excitedly making him chuckle then grin at you when you pulled back, “ok, you remember the email I sent about the under understudy role I got?” He nodded, “Well the lead and understudy dropped out this morning! My teacher’s the choreographer and brought a crew to help me rehearse and now I have to head out to meet with the director for his final seal of approval.”

He hugged you again tightly with a chuckle, “That’s wonderful!”

Pulling back he chuckled at your poking him in the stomach, “Go ahead, ask me where it is?!”

In an excited pure he asked, “Where is it?”

In a squeaking bounce from you his jaw dropped at, “Broadway!! It’s only a two month run but I’m one of the leads, in a show, on Broadway!” Again you squeaked bouncing from foot to foot only to be wrapped in his arms again in a crashing kiss.

“That is wonderful. When does it start?”

“Four days.” His jaw dropped again, “I know! But I’ve memorized it all, just gotta run through it the costumes aren’t that off to fit me so easy tucks there that they said would be done by tomorrow.”

“Four days though?!”

You shrugged, “I’ve had worse surprises, like Oxford, only got the news with enough time to spare for my flight and chips.” After a nip at your lip you rocked from side to side, “So, did you wanna come?”

“Of course! I can?” You nodded.

“We can eat after. Something special, to celebrate.”

He nodded, “Three minutes, I can hop onto something.” In his turn to get dressed you found your purse from the closet big enough for your binder and your jeans to change back onto when you were done. And in your final check for a few other things Richard showed up in a dress shirt he was covering with his sweater with his jacket in hand smiling at you, “All done.” You squeaked again and took his hand he offered to head through the door you opened and locked behind you starting the trip out to the stairs and subway after, with just a paused moment to share the bare minimum that you had gotten a part on Broadway widening his smile.

Anxiously on the subway you wiggled and nipped at your lip under Richard’s arm until you exited out on the bustling corner of Broadway. Down the sidewalk you followed the crowd then approached your teacher after he’d sent away another curious band of people assuming he was selling something based on the new show. His smile spread and he extended his hand to greet Richard on the trot inside. Through the halls when the door was locked behind you by the smiling guard watching you hurry your way back to meet the director.

Gregory stood with his arms crossed in the audience and a few rows behind him Richard accepted your bag and took a seat by the other friends, producers and relatives with a few reporters in between. Straight up to him Mr Taln led you and after a quick chat a disbelieving glance was shared between the men as you trotted up to the stage to join the chorus again to run through the opening number ‘All That Jazz.’

From the first note hit he ignored you, locked in his discussion until your voice sounded out in an alto alluring tone with a growl mingled with it halted his arguments and turned his head. The innocent bubbly girl he had just spoken to now stood confident, demanding of attention flawlessly flowing through the number.

Your warning of the Jazz tone of the musical came as a warning to Richard in hopes that he wouldn’t laugh, because as you’d done with Lee watching you perform in classes before if he laughed in the rehearsals you would be reduced to giggles at how nervous you were. But flawlessly you fit into each number and especially stood out and even egged the other women on to push a bit more in the ‘Cell block Tango’ number. In which Richard smirked seeing the director inch closer in your opening lines, so carefree and flirtatious with the stand in photographers interviewing you, only to sit back and swallow in your line, “It wasn’t until later, till I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead!”

The sheer growl of the chorus beginning again and even out of costume chills ran through the silent seating section watching your trio perform your personal tango. That led to you back behind your rolling set of bars marking your cell you would exit again to join the chorus on a group number partially choreographed to floor work sure to look incredible in the final stages fully dolled up.

All the way to the final number you rivaled the more famous flapper bodied actress playing Roxie. Her movements having to be more emphasized than your restrained ones due to your even sweats covered hips required at your already present curves sure to be all the more emphasized in the final costume. It was a running game of contrast you seemed all to prepared to take on due to years of reminders on restraint in ballet and modern dance shows.

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In the final pose you relaxed from the final pose lowering your fake bejeweled rifle from your shoulder to watch the director hurry up onto the stage dragging Mr Taln with him. From his eager handshake to his guiding you back to sign the papers his smile held and with the comment that the costumes had been altered already you were taken back to try them on for the promo posters bringing back the actress playing Roxie and even the actor playing Billy Flynn. With a grin of his own Raul joined you in the changing room hall extending his hand, “Hi, I’m-“

With a grin you answered, “Raul,” he chuckled as you said, “I’ve seen you perform before a few times. Mr Taln’s gifted me tickets to some of his shows before to keep me going.”

His brow arched up, “Keep you going?”

You nodded, “My dad works on an oil rig, we don’t get much time so I’m out here alone in school when I’m not at Oxford. Sometimes it’s harder than others.”

“Oxford? You study here and Oxford?”

You nodded and giggled, “Dad said I needed a backup plan so going for science degrees too.”

“Wow, you are just a bundle of mysteries aren’t you?” Making you chuckle and turn to head to your changing room to try on your costume.

His lips parted and you turned in the doorway guessing his question saying, “Jaqi, by the way.”

He nodded and watched you close the door to face the pair of women while he turned to enter his open changing room, through which he could hear your giggles and comments on the outfit.

Easily you stripped to your underwear and out of your sneakers and socks revealing a few bruised toes to the women taking them back for a moment along with the few band aids around the sides of your feet showing that you had blisters or cuts on them making your flawless steps all the more surprising.

Full pantyhose with dark lines down the backs of your thighs were covered with a black leotard layered with a silver and black sparkling shaggy vest top making you giggle and go, “Ooh.” Making the women chuckle around you at the opening number outfit they folded around you lifting and framing oh perfectly. After adding the heels they had given you a turn in front of the mirror was stolen and you mumbled, “Wow these makes my ass look fantastic,” chuckles were heard from the ladies and again outside from the makeup team waiting for you.

The door was opened and they saw you straightening your back to drop the curve of your ass to be less suggestive in your normal stance. Mumbling, “Ok, straight back on side views.” Turning again you hopped off the platform passing Richard, whose eyes scanned over you hungrily in your path after the pair to the makeup team.

Up into your chair you hopped and crossed your ankles looking in the mirror while one undid your bun to wind your hair back properly under a stocking cap for your black bob wig and the other started on your makeup after removing the little you had around your eyes already.

Passing Richard Raul worked his tie together and flashed him a grin then paused, “I saw you watching, you came with Jaqi.”

Richard nodded taking his hand, “Yes, Richard. It’s a great show from what I’ve seen so far.”

Raul chuckled saying, “Well we are fortunate to have such an amazing under understudy. Do you perform too?”

“Um, not musical theater anymore. Mainly plays and few bits on film and shows.”

Raul nodded, “Which was your last musical?”

Richard chuckled, “Cats.”

Raul, “Cats! Wow. Incredible show!” His name was called and he said with a grin, “I hope you show up again for the shows or dinners, we can share stories on our battle scars.”

Making Richard chuckle and lean against the wall peering in at you being transformed into Velma. Each stroke of the brush he could see your mental switch into her, no longer his previous mate but the vivacious murderess fighting to make it to the top of the world, and he truly couldn’t be prouder. Sure he’d done and mostly hated the musical portion of his career but you had such a passion and talent for it he couldn’t feel anything but overwhelming pride for you in all you were achieving and rightfully so in his eyes. It seemed you happened to stumble your way into acquaintances and jobs like a deer on ice and gracefully you took the jarring experiences in stride.

He could tell your feet were hurting, he’d seen you patching them up from class the other day after some jerk on the street had ran over your foot with a cart and yet you still powered through it with a smile, or smirk, depending on what the scene or your surroundings had called for. The struggle was real and painful for you, always restrictive and your practice in it showed as you posed with the cast in that outfit and another contrasting it from the final number with sheer stockings and a white sparkly shaggy mini leotard dress complete with white shoes to match your bejeweled rifle beside Roxy in her matching outfit. The image with you, Roxie and Billy together with you and Roxie in black around Billy in his suit and hat, you would be told would act as the new poster images to be posted by the morning for all the world to see complete with your name.

Papers, photos and the first rehearsal was down, the following day you would be back to go through your lines and stage cues for those scenes Richard was more than welcome to join you at as well. In your path to the door you caught the backers and producers speaking with Gregory excitedly about the talent you had turned out to be. One that one of producers had believed to be a better score than the original choice, especially due to your demeanor and effort to strive for perfection, not just for you but for the show in all. A major key in your winning factors for their choice for Velma was your ability to morph into her and actually vamp the other women up by performing as you had today only giving them hopes of a successful two month run they had been given for this show.

Having brought one of the disposable cameras you had gotten for him to record his time in New York with the blessing and joining in of Raul and Roxie you had your first reminder of your first big ticket show your name would be in lights for. Changed again with your face washed your hand was claimed by Richard who was smiling ear to ear leading you back out to the street after you had told everyone you’d see them tomorrow bright and early after hearing the voicemail on your cell phone from your teachers that you were given the week off and that if you needed to test out even earlier they would help you arrange that for you at your convenience after all sharing their compliments on how proud they all were of you.

Squeaking giddily in waiting for the crosswalk Richard chuckled at your lean into his side stealing a big hug earning a kiss from him in your glance up at him. Lowly he hummed against your lips, “You were fantastic.” He glanced down at the phone you were easing back in your pocket, “Family call?”

You shook your head, “No, my teachers, they said I can have the week off and if I have to test out early so I can keep up with the show they said they’ll help me set a good time for them.”

“What do you think? You can do both?”

You nipped at your lower lip for a moment then answered, “According to Raul they do have double shows twice a week, in the week, so I might have to. I love school, but I really love this show and want to give it my all.” His grin inched wider, “It just feels right to focus on it.”

Richard nodded, “I get that.” He glanced forward and you both crossed the street with the rest of the crowd, “To get my credentials I had to work in the circus for months, oh I was miserable, but I had to, so I understand. Plus, if you had the days off you could get more rest.” In the hum growing in his voice he playfully added, “And some more time for us to cuddle.” Making you giggle again.

“My two dance teachers did say my performances last Saturday morning would be my final, both said I should be resting my legs. And I still have the My Girl Friday presentation for tomorrow, but it’s set up for four so plenty of time after rehearsals. For my vocal coach they said my performance last week was being counted as my final grade so I can rest my voice. Violin, I have to be in on Saturday then that can be my final.” Richard chuckled at your nip at your lip to pause, “I think that’s it, the others can all be arranged. My others can just be essays or written.”

“I know you can handle it. I am glad they are so willing to fit your needs.”

You giggled again and said, “They do expect the best, and for the ones that work so hard and excel they want to help out, especially Mr Taln, he liked to hand out tickets to his best students as a sort of prize. Me most of all when I’m having hard times. Besides, it is one of the best school so it wouldn’t help anyone to hold us back from opportunities.”

Chuckling lowly he added, “Plus, Broadway. It is so impressive and you more than deserve it. Now, where are we celebrating?”

You giggled again saying, “I know a little place around here.”

He smirked and joined you for the walk to the little cozy family owned eatery you cozied up in a back booth enjoying the meal through hushed flirtations stemming from his comments on how he thought you looked in your costumes. From there you took the subway back home again and after sharing with your landlord you joined him upstairs, where he was chatting with his brother sharing all the news after his hearing Chris had checked in on his house. While he talked you went to your laptop and opened it firing off an email to your dad and grandparents along with a text to Lee sharing the news and asking how he was feeling.

Your arms draping down from around the back of his neck widened his smile and he took a hint that Chris had to go to end the call with his love and hung up to pull you around onto his lap to kiss you.

..

Fresh and early you were dressed and ready to go along with Richard after a stolen few extra moments of snuggling before breakfast. Today at least you could dress a bit warmer and the trip went easily and in a back rehearsal room you ran through your scenes with a few of the understudies and the assistant director while the main cast ran through the scenes around yours. A couple hours in you were out to run through your own scenes with the main cast, who loved to help you morph into the full role with shared comments on each scene before and after you went through them. From 7 to 2 you ran through everything, as many details at possible were absorbed and noted in your binder they all stole glances at smirking at your notes already before you had even practiced with them.

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Into the cold again loose plans to have a meal after your first performance in two nights and you made your way off to school with your dress, heels and makeup in your bag. Through the halls again you passed through the excited students all asking random questions and sharing what you had missed between glances and smiles up at Richard, who settled into the auditorium anxious to see your performance after you had been stolen away by your group, who was more than thrilled to see you were still able to give the presentation. In your changing Richard glanced down at your phone he pulled from your coat pocket to read ‘Lee’ on the screen and without thinking he answered the call saying, “Hey Lee.”

On the other end of the line Lee froze in the doorway of the auditorium, “What?” His heart racing at hearing a man’s voice on the other end of your number.

“Jaqi’s changing for her performance.”

Lee wet his lips, “And you would be?”

“Richard.”

Again Lee inhaled to cover his moment of panic not knowing how he or when he had gotten to New York let alone how he had fit into your days since he had gotten injured and pulled away from your daily life in his try to explain things. “When did you get to New  York?”

Richard wet his lips then turned his head to the door behind him hearing the announcement playing through the phone, “If you’re here to see Jaqi you can sit by me, got a decent spot and she should be on in a bit.”

Lee exhaled then said, “Sure, you’ll have to wave or something I need my hands.”

Richard smirked, “Ok.” Wetting his lips he hung up and propped his arm on the back of his seat peering at the door waiting to see the young fool who let you go not once but twice for someone as ridiculous as Jordan.

After a few calming breaths Lee thanked the guy opening the door for him to make his way through the slanted walkway scanning over the crowd. It didn’t take much to figure out who your Mate was, out of the large group of students and familiar family members his eyes fell on the clearly standout man with your coat under his arm and his fingers raised. Every detail you had shared fit him to a T, and those bright blue eyes and resting stern expression under brown hair softening the expression, the long legs stretching nearly to the seat before him marked the pair to nearly the same height with similar builds only worsening matters.

At the end of the row Richard got an even better view of Lee, someone a bit sturdier than he was when he was that age, forcing back his insecurities of his time as a living string bean he flashed the teen a quick grin and eyed the scrapes and bruises visible outside of his baggy jacket and shaggy hair. “How’s the leg?”

Lee’s head tilted and he shifted his crutches to hop over to the second seat in beside Richard to sit down leaving his crutches on the seat to his left, “Sore, but better. Just a sprain.” He wet his lips, “When did you get in?”

“Jaqi must have taken the whole park incident hard,”

Lee, “That’s not-,”

Richard cut him off, “Our marks bruised over.” Lee’s lips parted, “I already had a plane ticket to talk to her and it took a few times to call her to get her to answer while she was getting you to the hospital. I landed about 15 hours later, managed to calm her down.”

Lee’s eyes dropped to Richard’s hand saying, “Your marks healed though?”

Richard nodded showing him the mark, “Yup. Jaqi thinks her heart might have skipped, or maybe it was a near death thing like my brother suggested. I thought you were on bed rest.”

Lee grumbled and shifted in his seat, “My parents are working, managed to sneak out,” making Richard chuckle, “I’ll be back by their lunch.” He glanced at Richard again who was glancing at the students setting up a few decorations on the stage, “You’ve been staying with Jaqi then?”

Richard nodded glancing at him again, “Did she tell you the news?”

Lee nodded, “Ya, texted me about the show.” He wet his lips, “You’ve seen the rehearsals?” Richard nodded, “She as good as I think?”

Richard chuckled saying, “She is phenomenal.”

Lee nodded, “How long are you in town?”

“Through to the end of next week, so I get to see just over a week of the show. Heard about your show and film, congrats.”

Lee nodded, “You have anything lined up?”

Richard nodded, “I have a spot in spot as Angus in a Shakespeare for tv that we’re going to put on stage closer to winter,” Lee glanced at him, “There’s a few shows lined up before then that have been planned for over a year, big names and all that, have to fit their schedules. In the meantime I have a few extra spots on some good series back home lined up.”

Lee wet his lips then asked, “So, how is Jaqi going to fit into all that out there while she’s dancing and going to school?”

Richard smirked, “The play would be the longest stretch of work for us to juggle through, besides, the London Ballet is only contracted from April to September, no telling where the world will lead her next.”

Lee, “And you’re good with that?”

Richard smirked at him, “The job comes with travel and new surroundings and acquaintances, I’m not going to hold her back from following where her path leads. If I can I’ll bend mine to be close to hers but even if we have to work apart we’ll make it work. What would you do,” Lee’s brows inched up, “If you got sent to one corner of the world and she got sent to the other, you’d just drop her as a friend?”

Lee, “She’s always my best friend.”

Richard nodded then said, “Don’t forget that.” Lee’s lips parted readying to say he understood you were dating now only to fall silent at Richard’s saying, “You don’t see how big an impact your friendship has on her. You’ve had history and there’s some to get through for you, but you could be friends for your whole lives, sharing all your good and bad news. You have no idea how rare that is. I didn’t have that till I met her, and I’ve almost ruined it a couple times but I won’t do that again, you shouldn’t either.”

Lee nodded then looked forward saying softly, “And here I thought you’d want to hit me or something.”

Richard chuckled, “I think the ground did enough damage to you.”

Lee couldn’t help but smirk and smooth his uninjured hand through his hair when your group was announced.

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After you had finished your show you caught a glimpse of the pair seated together and your stomach clenched wondering what they had spoken about. Though after you had changed Lee was glad to accept your hug and to chat with you both on the way back to his home you walked him to ensuring he didn’t fall down or anything. Another stolen hug and he groaned by your ear at the sting in his ribs, “Save me a ticket for that opening night. I won’t miss it for the world.”

You smirked up at him, “Get back in bed you walking bruise.” Making him chuckle then glance at Richard who he traded nods with before his turn to climb the steps and head inside, when he closed the door behind him you turned with Richard who leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Come on, let’s go get you off your feet, Love. I’ll give you a rubdown to one of our films.”

“Ooh.” Lowly he chuckled in your snuggling walk down the street, in the subway however your curiosity got the best of you, “What’d you talk about?”

He smirked at you in your glance up at him, “You,” Your brow inched up, “How I got here, how long I’m staying, and I made sure to tell him he’d be a fool to stop being your friend if work takes you off to different corners of the world.”

“Really?”

He nodded, “I’m never going to make that mistake again, pushing you away. I’m so sorry I ever hurt you, I thought I’d lost you, and I won’t, ever again.” Snuggling more against his side his arm tightened around your back kissing the top of your head.

Back home again in his heating up some hot water to soak your feet in you checked your email and beamed at the email your dad had sent you that you read aloud to him spreading his smile in return as you said, “He’s coming out in three weeks to see me!”

Richard replied, “That’s fantastic!” Carrying the soaker into your bedroom and after you replied he carried you in as well to set you on the end of the bed while he started rubbing your neck and back through the opening credits of the film you had picked. “Any plans for when he gets here?” You nipped at your lip and he chuckled loving that you would be with family again after he had left to tide you over until you could be together again.

All –

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Pt 18

[frankieabii]

|| Dear No One || Ch. 1

Summary: Bay St.James was perfectly happy crushing on guys from afar and writing love letters that she never dreamed she’d send. So what happens when the letters she prayed no one ever saw, suddenly got sent out to their intended recipients? Especially when one of those happens to be Bay’s sister’s boyfriend!

Pairing: Jungkook x OC, Yoongi x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC, Hoseok x OC, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC

Genre: Fluff, Romance, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before!au, High School!au, Fake Dating!au, Friends To Lovers!au

Word Count: 1595

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: Holy crap my friends I am so freaking excited to post this story! I’m a HUGE ASS fan of TATBILB and I just HAD TO put it into a series. thanks to @chan-yolo​ for being so supportive of me writing this and reading everything for me lmao. CHAPTER 1 IS HERE!

For as long as I can remember, I have liked to save things, never anything important or relevant like the planet or an endangered species, hell, or even a cat stuck in a tree! It was always small things, charms, trinkets; like those small ugly porcelain figures you can find in thrift shops. Hair scrunchies by the bucket load. Love letters. Out of everything I have ever saved, my love letters are the things that mean the most to me. 

 The letters are kept hidden in a lilac box, topped with a silk rose that my mom got me when I was a child, from an old store in our town that no longer exists. They aren’t love letters, romantic notions, that someone else has written to me; I don’t get those. No, these are ones that I have written myself, and there's one for every boy I have ever loved - seven in total. 

 The first was Jungkook, when I was seven years old. Jungkook Jeon was the son of one of my mom's friends, a couple of years younger than myself but cuter than a bunny in spring. Floppy dark hair that always fell into in big brown eyes, and a little smile that resembled that of a bunny rabbit, tiny, sweet and blushing. I remember him coming over for playdates with myself and my sisters, which always ended up with us picking the games, overruling all ideas that Jungkook had had, insisting that we play house, dress up or have a tea party. I cringe at the thought now, how mean it was to force this five-year-old boy into tiaras and fairy wings, to be the dad when we played house. It went along for a year, until his dad got a job overseas and they moved away. I wrote the letter the day I found out he moved. 

 Next was Yoongi Min, a boy a year older than my nine-year-old self. He wasn't much taller than me but had warm brown eyes and a small smile when he was shy and a big gummy smile that could light up a room when he was laughing. Our dads worked together at the time, and his dad held a Christmas party for several of his work colleagues and their families, and my family was invited. It was a nice party, fancy food and glittering decorations that hung from the ceiling, and I enjoyed it until my nine-year-old self was unknowingly stood under mistletoe next to Yoongi. His mom insisted that he kiss me, as I was stood frozen in fear, he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek and then ran away very promptly, not before giving me one of his precious gummy smiles. I wrote Yoongi’s letter on New Year's Eve, and my dad got a new job a week later. 

 When I was eleven years old, there was Jimin Park, angelic face and innocent eyes that turned moon-shaped when he smiled or laughed. My mom had signed me up to dance lessons, and Jimin was assigned to be my partner. He moved so gracefully and elegantly, whilst I stomped around like an elephant in an awful mood. He was always so eager to help me perfect the dances and the movements, always patient when I struggled and enthusiastic when I got it right. Then, for Jimin, puberty hit like a bat out of hell and suddenly every girl wanted to be his dance partner, and I was cast aside like yesterdays news. Jimin’s letter was written in anger, that day after I got home, and refused a dance lesson ever again. 

 I fell in love with Taehyung Kim when I was thirteen years old at Evergreen Summer Camp. Taehyung had long dark hair that fell onto his eyes when he laughed, and a boxy smile that made him charmingly adorable. He was smart and funny, and was always causing mischief around the camp that my mom had insisted on sending me to, as my older sister Ivy had gone a few years prior and wanted to make it a tradition amongst my sisters and I. I followed him around like a lost puppy and clung onto his every word like a spider monkey, until he pushed me into the lake and laughed at me with his friends. I wrote his letter in my bunk, my hair matted with salt lake water. 

 Hoseok Jung was my first ever date. When his sunshine bright smile had asked me to a school dance when I was fourteen years old, I couldn’t say no. Hoseok had gotten me a flower to pin into my hair, that matched the one pinned onto the pocket of his shirt. We had laughed, and danced all night; myself horrifically and he danced with rhythm and excitement in every move. He kept dragging me out onto the dancefloor, even when I had protested that my feet were about to fall off, he spun me around the dancefloor like we were the only two in the room. He made my heart spin around the dancefloor too, so I wrote him a letter. 

 At 16 years old I fell in love with Namjoon Kim. With his blonde hair cut into a fashionable style; longer on top, with an undercut on the side, his black-framed glasses, the adorable dimples that graced his cheeks whenever he laughed or smiled, and his ability to recite a Friends quote for every occasion. Namjoon was smart, and somewhat popular, not through sports, mostly by association with the ‘in-crowd’, but still much more popular than myself and the friends I could count on one hand. It was about halfway through the school year when we were all invited to a party at one of the popular kid's houses, with smuggled alcohol and kids dancing on each other in every corner. Not exactly my scene, but coerced into going by my sister Ivy, and we somehow managed to get roped into playing a game of Spin The Bottle. And Namjoon was sat in the circle, his smile slightly hazy from alcohol he had consumed, but his eyes still bright and aware of what he was doing. So we took it turns to play, each of spinning the empty beer bottle, kissing whoever it landed on. The boys all whooped and hollered whenever someone kissed, and I buried myself further and further into my jumper, thankful that the bottle missed me each time. Until it was Namjoon's turn, that was. The bottle spun round and round, over and over until it achingly came to a stop and my feet, a blush rising to my cheeks in an instant, Ivy’s eyes widening in surprise. And so, playing by the rules, he kissed me. I wrote Namjoons letter a week later, after some several daydreams about that kiss. 

 And finally, number seven. Seokjin Kim. Jin. Jin is the year above me at school, and the year below Ivy, and moved into the house next door to us about four years ago. He and I became friends instantly, sharing the same taste in music and movies, and playing weird questions games for hours. I never really realized I had loved him until Jin and Ivy started dating about a year and a half ago. And then I wrote his letter. 

 When I write the letters, I don't hold back. I write about all the things I love, that annoy me, that makes me weak at the knees. Everything I think and feel goes into the letters, every secret thought, every careful glance of observation. Nothing is left out, as I write like he’ll never read the letter because he never will. And then when I’m done, the letter is sealed forevermore in an envelope, addressed, and then stored away in the lilac box. 

 But my letters aren’t love letters by definition. I write the love letters when I want the crush to be over. Done with. They’re goodbye to the feelings and thoughts that the crush gave to me. After I’ve written the letter, I feel a weight off of my heart and my shoulders, and I’m now longer weighed down by all-consuming love. I can go about my day like normal, I can watch a movie and eat popcorn and not wonder which sodas he likes to drink with his popcorn; apple tango for me, or if he’s more of a sprite kind of guy. I can sing along to songs on the radio and not be belting out my heart for him. My letters are my freedom, they set me free from my crush. Or at least I thought they would.

[henrik-von-schneeplestein]

Top 13 best Taylor Swift looks?

This was SOOO difficult aahh between candids, performances, award shows, photoshoots etc. there were SO many to choose from. These are just sort of the ones that came to mind, which is why they skew more recent.

Also a fun fact about me is that one of my fave things to do in my spare time is find Taylor outfits for the various egos/sides so I’ll let you know for some of these which ego I think would/should wear them. And if any of y’all wanna send me a character & see some of my fave outfits for them you should def do so bc I have Opinions jhgjghjgg

Anyway, not really in any particular order:

1. Vanity Fair shoot/interview (2015)

I’m gay. This is a Marvin look, obviously.

2. Wango Tango (June 2019)

Speaking of gay, let’s not forget the time Taylor kicked off Pride Month by creating a petition for the Equality Act then showed up onstage that night in a literal pride flag outfit and just looked fucking fantastic doing it. I think the only danger in saying ‘this is something Wilford would wear’ is making the assumption that this is something Wilford hasn’t worn yet.

3. All the soft looks from her instagram countdown to The Rep Tour (May 2018)

Just….. her face. And her hair. Honestly just all the Rep Era behind the scenes/insta posts were so angelic (bc I know that bottom right one isn’t from the countdown but shh). She looked so happy and bright and pretty. This is less of a fashion look, but the one in the top left from the first day of the countdown is pretty much Chase’s shirt so….

4. The birdcage outfit from the “Look What You Made Me Do” music video (2017)

As we all know, the LWYMMD music video is the most important thing that ever happened to the world. This is my fav look from it, although the red snake queen dress and the dominatrix cult leader outfit are certainly up there. Also, the snake tattoo on her thigh is absolutely part of the outfit, so jot that down. Even though Taylor’s worn plots of awesome black-and-white striped outfits that are still perfect for Yancy, given that this is her ‘jailbird’ outfit this is lowkey my fave Yancy look. I also love it for the Host, bc I feel like he’d look amazing and thigh highs and also the jacket. I don’t think it’s the right style for Bing, but Taylor also hasn’t worn a ton of orange so sometimes I’d also call it a Bing look fjghfjgh. 

5. The Red album photoshoot (2012)

It would be INSANE to make a list of best looks without the Red Album. Red Era was just so damn pretty and stylish.

6. Time 100 Gala (April 2019)

A real actual princess. Also pink and yellow means it’s Wilford, babey!!!

7. The “King Of My Heart” outfit from the Rep Tour (2018)

Probably my fave of all her tour outfits tbh. It looked fucking AMAZING on her - cute & sexy at the same time. As for what character, since this is under the LWYMMD outfit and that’s a Deceit outfit for sure, I’m calling this part of it. It’s still the snake-themed-visuals part of the setlist don’t @ me.

8. The main Speak Now Tour dress (2011)

This is for sure one of her most iconic in the sense that it’s so representative of that era and honestly her career as a whole - the memories attached to it 💜. In terms of characters I feel like this is perfect for Virgil - not only is it purple, but Speak Now would def be his favorite Taylor album/era.

9. The outfit she wore to the Stonewall Inn (June 2019)

Another one from Pride Month bc she truly gave us gays everything we want. AKA pink suit jackets, sparkly shorts, and big ass heels with flowers on em at Stonewall. 

10. NME Awards (Feb 2020)

I’m still gay. This is the best Bim Trimmer outfit conceivable. Marvin could also rock the fuck out of it, esp w/ his hair down.

11. The corset dress from the “Our Song” music video (2007)

Ok an old one!!!! I feel I’ve underrepresented my love for older looks, especially older music videos, since I love all the Debut era MVs so fucking much. It would feel wrong not to include this dress - it’s been a fave of mine forever, ‘cause it’s my favorite color!

12. Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2014

‘Oh officer I’m just have no idea what could have happened to this, my third extremely wealthy husband to have disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Please do everything you can to solve the case while I flirt with these lingerie models.’ Wilford again tbh. Not my fault Taylor has so many good Wilford looks.

13. This is too much pressure…. I may have to call this a tie between pretty much everything else she’s ever worn bc it’s all so good tbh.