#again this is just what i got from listening to the songs back to back

[csainzoperator]

ferrari drivers and their reaction to you kissing them in the middle of a conversation ☆

warnings: kissing (obviously), skinship, suggestive jokes, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, mentions of food.

word count: 485

charles leclerc

♡ would be yapping about his new ice cream brand, LEC. he would be talking about it so passionately and lovingly that you cannot contain the amount of joy listening to him talk brings you.

♡ he would look at you weird, tilting his slightly, his eyebrows raised in question when you don't react to his words anymore.

♡ you would lean in and give his lips a soft peck, making him giggle. "what was that for?" he would question, gazing at you momentarily, his dimples on display, a soft shade of crimson on his cheeks.

♡ you shrug, "just because." his smile brightens, making your chest tighten with warmth. the type of warmth you feel when the summer breeze brushes through your hair, when you dip your sandy toes into the cold sea water, when you have hot chocolate on christmas night. you admire his smile, unknown to the one on your own face.

♡ he would caress your cheek softly, pulling you closer to him. he always felt so ALIVE when he touched you. so real. so full of uncontrollable love. he would kiss your lips, gently, like he was touching a something so fragile, so precious, so important. because you were all that. "just because." he would mutter against your lips, a shy smile adorning his face.

carlos sainz

♡ it was a summer break, you and carlos were in your small beach house in the south of france. he was making you both breakfast. you did try to help him (tried cracking an egg and got an egg shell inside the bowl), but he refused. he wanted to give you "queen treatment" because princess was too basic.

♡ you sat on the counter as you watched him work around in the kitchen. something about this act was so homely, so domestic. how automated it was, how it all came together so perfectly. how you were so used to it, but would never get tired of it. he was whisking up his world famous (as he would like to call it) pancakes.

♡ you would lean towards him, and he would question your loving stare "no i am not letting you help, mi vida." he would wear his stern gaze, hoping it would shut you up. helping him was far from what you wanted to do. you grab his face and kiss his plumply lips, making a 'muah' sound.

♡ although surprised by the sudden affection, he wouldn't waste a second in kissing you back. his lips would make their way downwards, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. you had to shove him away playfully to make him stop.

♡ he would have a slight pout on his face, picking up his whisk again to work on his masterpiece. "why would you kiss me!? it was distracting, baby. now i'm not even hungry." he would whine, feeding you before letting the neighbours know what his name was through your, let's say, high pitched vocals.

an: i made this while listening to bollywood romantic songs i lowk died ok. js a lil drabble for my adorable followers! hope u love it <3

[vivitheanimaxen]

Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

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[j4ygyu]

confessing to his mute crush | pjs

pairing: jay x deaf!reader

genre: complete fluff

summary: jay and deaf reader both seem to like each other, just when he thinks that his confession was a pure failer the reader does something surprising.

“i. hope. i. am. not. late”  jay signed and chuckled as he fixed his cross body bag standing nervously infront of you which got out of place while he was running to the stop you had asked him to be at.

you smile at him, knowing he recently had learned sign language just to be able to communicate with you and so he was, a little slow and not so clear. 

you loved cycling alot, and bought this brand new bicycle and you had asked him if he wanted to spend a day out riding it and then go off to the beach and sit there. 

jay and you met through the same animal care shelter you guys volunteered to work at, his charming smile immediately caught your attention. however it was hard to communicate with your muteness, you only knowing sign language and him knowing none of it.

however within a span of few months, jay started learning it to be able to communicate with you. 

it made your heart flutter, i mean it’s the effort and dedication. still you asked yourself ‘does he even like me back?’

“is. this. the. new. cycle. that. you. bought?”he asked as you nodded and got off it, you touched the cute basket decorated with a small miffy teddy and a pink bow, it also had the dirty wrapper of chocolate you ate earlier. 

embarrassed, you took it out and threw it somewhere on the ground.

“i decorated it” you signed as he looked at you and smiled, making you blush as you looked away, anywhere but his eyes. 

“예쁘다” he said, even though you obviously didn’t hear him you read his lips quickly anyways. signing a quick thank you you sit back on your cycle and signal him to sit. 

he sits behind you hands on your shoulder as you begin to hit the pedal and ride around the city. 

some moments later you feel jay’s hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist now that you’re cycling in a well pace. 

the wind blows on your face blowing your hair back at his face too, you hit the break for a moment and turn around and give him an apologetic look. 

he smiles at you taking your hair and putting them to one side of your shoulder and keeping his chin on the other, staring at you the entire time he does so.

you squirm and try to get used to the feeling of his charp chin on your shoulder as it’s digging through. 

you shove the feeling off as you start riding again, this moment was really perfect for you, everything was so good. a nice cloudy, windy weather with your favorite person  friend hugging you by the waist and face on your shoulder, what a dream really.

you guys rode the cycle around the city, stopping by a store to get ice cream, as you parked your cycle near the store you guys stood on the footpath and he bought some ice cream.

you looked at him to see if he finished his and you caught him staring at you, he pretended to look around and controlled his cheeky smile but then something else caught your attention wired headphones connected to his phone in his pocket.

you grab them and gain his attention as he looks back at you “you like music?” he nodded and took his phone put of the pocket searching for something. 

curiously, you stared as you got closer to see his screen “this. is. my. favorite. song” he signed enthusiastically as you widen your eyes giving him a cheering gesture.

you stopped as you looked at him “i wish i could listen to it.. it must be nice” silence filled the space between both of you as you stared deep into you while smiling “it is.”both of you finished the ice cream before it melted.

after cycling and strolling around the pretty city here you were sitting on the rocks of the beach as the wind blew every once in a while.

jay had this thing forever in his mind, he loved you he loved you so damn much. everything you did got him screaming internally to wife him up.

“it’s fun being with you, you know?” you signed as jay felt his heart racing a million times in a second what could she mean by that? she probably meant as a friend right? or am i letting my stupid thoughts take over. 

“thank. you.” he says as you close your eyes and give him the widest smile. 

being with him made you feel full, it made you feel like finally you had a friend. but you quickly fell in love with him because of his mannerisms.

even though at school no one really bullied you, but there wasn’t something big for someone to  findi you interesting. emptiness fill inside of you, as for others you were just there, not enough things to be interesting for someone. or atleast for the people around you. jay knew these very well that’s why he hated the fact he fell in love with you so fast and was worried that you might reject him because of how fast everything would happen.

but little did he know that your feelings were pretty.. mutual you can say.

there was a wooden stick in your hand with which you were doodling on the beach sand with, jay was observing each and every move.

with that lavender sundress you were wearing it made everything 10 times cuter in his eyes. the way the wind slightly blew back your hair but you kept on fixing it.

you started moving the stick and you wrote your name’s inital with did adding a unfilled heart after it and looked at jay “want to try?” you ask bringing the stick closer to him as he accepts it. 

he looks at you for a second passing you a lovestruck look. 

J +

he writes before your names inital as you shoot him a confusing look with a nervous smile. 

he looks at you as his smile drops, emotions very visible in his eyes. 

=

he adds an equals to sign between your inital and the unfilled heart, following with filling the unfill heart that you drew. 

your smile drops as you stare back at him, completely in shock and he stares back with a regretful look in his eyes. 

you watch him take a big breath after looking at your reaction, not quite promising is it.

“i. like. you.” you sit there, puzzled. you don’t know whether to do something or cry, the moment feels unreal. 

it all felt so quick that you didn’t realise you haven’t responded to him yet for about past five minutes atleast. 

his hopeful looks now dies as he apologizes and stands up, “i am sorry, i am sorry, sorry i should leave i should probably leave.” he says as you try to read his lips “sorry…. should leave” you could pick up some of the words not many because of how rapid and low his mouth worked. 

you watch him stand up quickly wearing his bag not even sparing another glance at you as he starts walking away.

you felt your cheeks getting warm as everythinf starts getting blurry due to the upcoming tears.

you shake and get up dropping your own bag on the floor. 

“stay” 

did i say it right? you swore you heard the vibrations in your body of your own voice. not fully hearing what you said or if you said it right or no. 

breathing heavily, jay stops in his tracks as he turns around and stares at you in disbelief as you break down. right on that spot you were standing at. 

the word wasn’t clear and mix of broken and light cracks of course, a very weak one because of the vocal chords.

you felt bad for making him wait for so long or making his excitement go away for taking your no response as rejection.

you were just shocked, he actually liked you back? your entire life you felt so neglected and behind just because you were deaf, but now some thing good is finally.. happening?

now standing in a distance both of you staring at each other as he watches uncontrollable tears flow down your face as you sign a ‘i like you too.” while lowering your head and start sobbing. 

jay runs back to you and closes the distance, both of you hug like losers. 

because of the closeness you can feel his body vibrations and shivering, as you realise that he is crying you push him back to see his eyes now your eyes widened “why are you crying silly i should be the one crying..”

he just shrugs while trying to give you a smile and crying.

you bring your hands to wipe his tears off as you hold his face. his hands naturally rest on your waist. 

for a short moment you guys look deep into each other’s eyes as you lean in signaling for a kiss.

you felt him giggling like a teenage boy as he leaned in and pressed his soft lips to yours. 

he could taste the strawberry ice cream you ate earlier on your lips, your scent filling his nostrils and working as a hypnosis.

you pull away taking a long breath, “wasn’t it too long for a first kiss?” you sign while wiping away your own tears now and laughing.

once again complete silence fills the beach as the only thing playing if only you could hear, was the sound of the waves. both of you completely lost in each other’s eyes, it was like your eyes are speaking it all for you. 

but you noticed it, you noticed he was holding back a reply so you hit his chest “say it. say what you want to say.”

he broke the eye contact looking away at the sea, the waves coming and hitting the shore as his stupid smile came back on his face. 

he looked back at you and fixed your hair, brought his hands back to himself and signed at you. 

“i. could. kiss. you. for. an. eternity.”

[cosmos-coma]

Glass Desks

A/N: Just a silly little scene I've had in my head for bit now since I work as an occasional house cleaner to try and get by. I got surprised by someone coming in on my last clean and just had to turn it into something.

Pairing: Mafia! Bucky Barnes x House Cleaner! Reader

Words: 1,055

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A sigh escaped Bucky as he ran a hand down his face. He was supposed to have meetings all day today- ones important enough that he’d rearranged everything around them- yet within the first two hours something had already come up and his associates were forced to reschedule.

“Hey, boss? We’re here…” Sam said from the driver’s seat, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him look up at the large empty house before him.

His empty house.

He wouldn’t trade his line of work for the world, truly, but between both the secretive and potentially violent nature of his job, it didn’t exactly leave much room for pleasant company. 

He sighed again as he stepped out, “Thanks Sam…. That should be all for today, but I’ll call if I need you.” He said and patted the roof twice before it pulled away. 

Making his way up the stairs toward the entrance, all seemed normal at first glance- that is until he spotted an unfamiliar car parked around the side. 

It was an old car, parked out of the way in the shade- not quite a beater- but they definitely didn’t make its model anymore. It was non-descript and would blend in with a crowd if needed, but more importantly: it wasn’t one of his. 

He moved toward the door with far quieter steps now, listening intently for the intruders. Multiple voices came from inside as if trying to talk over each other in layered tones. Chairs and doors clunked and creaked as they were moved about, followed by the moving voices- were people searching for something? 

Instinctively his hand found the gun in his jacket. ‘Sam didn’t say anything as he left… Did he really not notice the car? No-Sam was one of his best men… Maybe he already knew they were here..?’ Bucky thought.

Either way, he wasn’t taking any chances; his fingers closed around the gun’s handle as he cracked open the door, the weapon a comfortable and familiar weight in his hand. His steps were silent as he entered, their practiced paces unknown to anyone but him. 

However, instead of finding an enemy gang searching for secrets he found…. You. 

You were hard at work in your own little world as you went about cleaning the second floor. You bobbed and sang along to the music emanating from your back pocket, your voice layering over the original as the rags half tucked in your belt swayed with you. The mobster couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

He had completely forgotten. Usually, on days when he was meant to be out of the house for hours on end, you would be scheduled to come clean. But apparently, no one had informed you about the change of plans.

You had been hired on as his house cleaner a few months ago, helping him keep things together while work kept him endlessly busy. But despite having been on the payroll for a while now, he still hadn’t found the time to officially meet you- that is, until now.

He couldn’t deny that you looked… rather silly if he was being honest, but your unparalleled passion only made it all the more endearing. His head shook with a faint smile as he watched as you moved into his office. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, he was halfway up the second-floor stairs when he heard you suddenly break away from your song. 

“Ugh…,” you sighed loudly to yourself, still thinking you were the only one in the room, “what kind of an asshole has a glass desk? I mean, really- Do you have stock in Windex? Is that what it is???” You asked snarkily to no one in particular, but this was too good for Bucky to pass up.

“Not yet. Should I?” The mobster found himself biting back his laughter as he leaned against the office doorway behind you. 

“At this rate? You should really-“Your mouth clamped shut faster than it ever had before, your entire body freezing on the spot as his response finally processed. Your eyes were wide as saucers as your thoughts ran on a panicked loop ‘Oh no, oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. you really just had to insult the infamous White Wolf of New York… In his own home… In front of his own men… Are you STUPID??’ you yelled at yourself internally and quickly put on a brave face, turning off your music and turning to the unfamiliar voice behind you.

Your stomach nearly dropped as you realized it was not only “one of his men” it was, THE man. You instantly recognized him from the few photos scattered around the house; the sharp stubbly jaw and blazing blue eyes were unmistakable, not to mention the hint of the metallic arm you caught between his suit sleeve and glove. You couldn’t deny he was handsome- even more so in person than he was in his photos.

“Mr. Barnes…!” Your voice squeaked out, but he just held his same amused smile, looking anything but upset. “I, uh… I thought you had meetings all day today- I didn’t mix up the date, did I..?”

“Not at all…” he said with a quiet laugh. “My meetings got rescheduled part way though, so I thought I’d spend the evening working from home. Little did I know it’d be the perfect place to get financial advice too.” 

Your face burned with embarrassment as you relived the very recent moment yet again, “Right, uh, about the whole ‘asshole’ thing, I-” 

But he simply waved you off, “Don’t. It’s refreshing to get an authentic opinion, and honestly? I don’t even like that desk.” He admitted, his heart stirring in new ways as your whole body relaxed and he could finally see you as you usually were, “and, ah… if you wanted to stay for a while, I sure wouldn’t mind the company- I could use a little advice in the stock market.”

You bit your lip to hold back your grin, you wouldn’t get too ahead of yourself, “Oh, me? I don’t know if I’d really be suitable company while I’m cleaning.” 

A thought seemed to pass over him then as he nodded in agreement, “Hm, you’re right..” he smiled, “Perhaps we should just have dinner then… how’s tonight?”

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[redrobin-detective]

So I've been listening to my two favorite songs from Hadestown, Wait For Me (Reprise) and Road to Hell (Reprise), on loop for a few days. And on my 400th listen something occurred to me.

Orpheus was writing his song to "make spring come again". He wanted to "fix what's wrong, take what's broken and make it whole." His entire purpose was to write "a song so beautiful it brings the whole world back into tune." (From Come Home with Me).

And he did. Using his love for Eurydice, he was able to finish his song, his masterpiece. But the cost of his dedication to his music meant his love went hungry and went to Hadestown for food and shelter.

He hoped his love and his music would be strong enough to save her, a task we know was ultimately futile but we still sing about it because maybe one day it will be different but also... He did make spring come again. He helped Hades be more secure in his love for Persephone so she could stay on Earth long enough for their to BE a spring. He did take a broken, strained marriage and help them communicate, make them whole. He did bring the whole world back into tune when he sang their song and another pair of distanced lovers began to dance after so long of arguing.

Everyone else got their happy ending but him and Eurydice.

He did not fail, he just not could not imagine that his song didn't have room for his own happiness. It's a reminder that for every triumph there is tragedy, every repaired relationship there is a breakup and that while it may be spring somewhere, somewhere else it is winter. I don't know, that idea of mixed blessing tragedies in the story intrigued me. Because someone's worst day may be someone's best. And that is why we must always sing these songs, to remember on the bright days and to get us through the darkness and to know, someday, spring will come again.

[myfairkatiecat]

Guest pastor at the church I play piano for decided to be a real piece of work this week :)

Okay gonna put the rant under the cut in case someone doesn’t feel like scrolling past my indignant ranting about the guest pastor at my church

we’ve had arguments in the past over picking hymns. Because that’s my job. If she were the actual pastor she’d get final say, but as I am the one actually employed at this church and she is a guest, technically I get the final say.

That’s technically. But in practice, I’m seventeen, and she’s sixty-something, and I don’t like getting into arguments with people with a lot of years on me.

But she picks gross hymns that no one can sing, and the congregation backed me and said I need to get to pick the hymns. So we compromised. She picks the middle hymn, I pick the opening and closing hymns.

Whatever. That’s only one weird hymn a week.

Weird hymns are also really hard to play because they make no musical sense (there’s a reason no church ever sings them ever). So I spend most of my time practicing the weird song.

Today I got to the church and I practiced briefly the ones I picked, and then extensively the weird one she picked.

Then, one minute til the service starts—and I mean 9:59 for a 10:00 service—she says, “just to be clear—we aren’t doing number 650, we’re doing ‘his banner over me is love.’”

And I was like 🧍‍♀️ what

And she’s like “I emailed you this weeks ago…..”

So I pulled up the email she sent me weeks ago and pointed to the fact that she said we were doing hymn 650. Which was a horrible terrible disgusting hymn I never want to ever have to play ever again ever

She points to the bottom of the email, which is a link to Ultimate Guitar, and says, “but we talked about this song and you said you loved it and already knew it!”

And I was like

Huh

I’ve never heard that song in my life

What the heck are you talking about. That conversation definitely did not happen.

So I’m like “listen. That’s a link to chords on ultimate guitar for a song I don’t know. You said you’d ‘love to play it during the sermon’ underneath the part where you explicitly said we were going to sing hymn 650 this week. I can read chords, but I don’t know the melody so that doesn’t really do anyone any good. I assumed when I first got this email that when you said you’d love to play this song during the sermon, you meant that you’d have a recording, because in the past you’ve played recordings of songs before during your sermons. It was also below you explicitly saying that we were doing hymn 650, and we’ve established that you only pick one song a week.”

And she said, “I only picked one song… it’s this song”

And I’m like “then WHAT IS THIS??” Because the email she sent DEFINITELY had that song explicitly written on it!

She kept not answering that part and I couldn’t isolate the question and force and answer cause like I said it was 9:59 for a 10:00 service

So I told her, “I’m not going to play this song, because I don’t know it and you did not make clear that I was supposed to learn it, you also didn’t send me actual sheet music for it and explicitly named your one hymn choice for this week that you are now saying I wasted my time learning.”

So she’s all upset and passive aggressive like “whatever 🙄 we’ll just sing it without music. I’ll teach it to them. EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! IM GONNA TEACH YOU A SONG NOW!”

And the congregation is kinda like……ok??????

And she starts singing but no one can follow her because she’s not really in any particular key……..

So uh

That’s my story from this morning

*deep breaths* I am a Christian and Christians love I am a Christian and Christians love I am a Christian and Christians love

[colour-me-katie]

The Umbrella Academy ideas that are stuck in my head (part 2): Training

A fanfic idea where Klaus was involved in his siblings trainings cause Reginald saw he wasn't making enough progress in is own and "You must contribute somehow Number Four". But no one knew what each others individual training involved cause they hated taking about it. But one day after the not-apocalypse or whatever the conversation gets brought up and one of them mentions that Klaus was involved in the their trainings and they all are like....wait he was in mine too. And Klaus is like "yeah, I always preferred your trainings over mine" Then they ask Klaus what his training was and if anyone else was involved but he doesn't want to tell them about the mausoleum or how he later found out that Reginald used to kill him/let him die and time how long it took him to come back.

Luther (I'm not really sure how to include Klaus in training for him yet)

Diego's training included having him throw knives and things at various targets until his hands ached. Then Reginald wanting him to practice curving the projectiles so he made Klaus stand in front of a target (cause he knew Diego had a "weakness" for Klaus and also that Klaus couldn't die, not that he told anyone that) and made Diego throw knives at him. Later upgraded to Reginald throwing the knives and making Diego try to stop or repeal them. And he messed up sometimes and got so upset at hurting Klaus but Klaus is just like "Don't worry Di I trust you not to hurt me on purpose" and "It's okay Di, it's just a scratch". And Klaus just got used to the pain and build up a high pain tolerance.

Allison's training included rumoring over and over until her throat hurt. But she needed to rumor someone for Reginald to see the effects and how different wording and even languages changed the results. So Klaus got picked cause he was the best at/knew the most languages so he could understand (maybe because of the ghosts). And Allison kinda hated doing it to him but was afraid of Reginald and wanted to prove herself so she just made Klaus do a bunch of things. And Klaus got used to the idea and feeling of his body and mind not really being his own and kinda just dissociated after a while.

Five's training included practicing jumping until he felt like passing out. Then one day Reginald wanted him to practice with another person and chose Klaus. And Klaus got so dizzy and sick the first time he threw up so Reginald forbade him from eating on Five's training days cause "I will not stand you making a mess Number Four". Klaus didn't tell anyone and when asked why he doesn't eat sometimes he just said he wasn't hungry. Later Klaus thinks back on this when he is living on the streets and is already familiar with the feeling of hunger.

Ben's training didn't involve Klaus because it was too dangerous even for Reginald. But Klaus was always there when Ben was finished. And he would drag him to the bathroom and clean him up and then they would cuddle under blankets together in Ben's bed and Klaus would talk about anything and everything just to distract Ben from thinking too much about the Horror. And sometimes Ben hated when his stomach was touched cause it hurt or he was afraid that the Horror would just react without his control but other times when they would cuddle, Klaus would lay his hand or even his head again Ben's stomach and for a moment Ben knew how much Klaus trusted him and how much faith he had in him and in that moment it made Ben feel safe and in control.

Viktor obviously didn't have training like the others but he remembers when he would learn a new song and finally be able to play it through without messing up and wanting to show Reginald or his siblings but was afraid they wouldn't care. But Klaus would come into his room sometimes and listen to him play and he would sit on his bed and fall asleep. Viktor admits that at the time he thought Klaus was just bored and it hurt that he never listened to the whole song. But present Klaus says that he wasn't bored but that Viktor's room never had any ghost (unlike his other siblings who became murderers/haunted way to young) and his music was so beautiful and peaceful. That Viktor's room was safe, that Viktor was safe. And feeling safe was something Klaus rarely felt as a kid but in those moments with Viktor he was able to relax and actually sleep.

Anyway I just want a hurt/comfort fic with Klaus and his siblings.

[rongzhi]

ok ive taken a deep breath and steeled myself. what do you think of liu yu

I'm going to put this under a cut because I rambled a little, but I wanted to offer my detailed impression :P Rest assured! No tearing to shreds occurred. He remains intact.

Well, I didn’t know who this guy was, so I took myself to the ole Wikipedia and my first thought was wow! Look at those label names.

Second thoughts: Ooh, dancer. I'm looking forward to see how the dancing is (if he still dances).

I have heard of INTO1 but don't watch idol competition shows, but it's impressive that he placed first. I decided to listen to/watch two songs/performances: his first single, 靠岸, from 2019, and his most recent single from 2023, Focus.

靠岸 didn't seemed to have an official video, so I ended up watching a live performance from a show called Mr. Radio.

I was pleasantly surprised by this song! Seeing that he had been on Produce Camp, I was expecting a more pop kind of song, but this was a song I could imagine playing in the OT of a drama (in a good way!). I think his performance was a little shaky here, but I sense that maybe he was nervous? Either way, he seems a little shy here, where this song would really benefit from a powerhouse performance. Idk, maybe it was also a sound mixing issue. I like the song, though. Very pretty. I went to listen to the studio recording and it was a lot better—much closer to what I was hoping to get. The oooooh part sort of reminds me of a Zhou Shen song whose title I can't remember at the moment. It was space themed, though. (EDIT: the song I was thinking about was Cassini)

Next up!! Focus. I watched the Official Music Video on Youtube first.

Coming off 靠岸， I could see from the thumbnail that this song would be closer to the pop sound that I expected, so the things I was interested in seeing was the MV concept and the dancing. On first watch, I didn't really listen to the lyrics much, because there were no captions to read and I can't really tell what people are saying in pop songs anyway.

I have to admit that going into the video with the big gray space only, I thought it was pretty ugly at first. I just think that the CG structure on pale BG concept always looks cheap no matter who does it, though, and Liu Yu seems like a sort of tiny guy, so with all the dancers around him, I initially thought he looked a little swamped by them.

At 0:48 when we got a flash of the all-black cowboy look, again I was a bit disappointed, thinking that there wouldn't be much edge to concepts.

Then we got to the, I'm gonna say, test lab sewer gothic, and I thought "ok, at least that's something". It's definitely be done before but there's more production in that set and look, so at least the whole video isn't just going to be a gray void. The flash of Liu Yu standing in as his own princess was kind of interesting (disappointed this character never showed up in the music video again)

Now I know said I wasn't going to rip him to shreds and that's because....!!! When the beat dropped, I went "ok wait" lol. At 1:03, I witnessed evidence of stage presence and was like "oh we are so back, baby"

Still not a fan of the big pale space, and I think Liu Yu's charisma was most visible in the sewer gothic scenes and weakest in the scenes where he's wearing the silver ice skating outfit looking blouse, but maybe that's just because it distracts you with his little twig body. I personally can't buy into the energy of someone who looks like the most movable object on earth.

3:03 the "yuh" made me laugh tho

MV looks ranked (best to worst):

One thing that I didn't like about the MV (but understand is necessary) was that the video kept cutting right as I thought to myself "Oh, this is a nice bit of dancing", and I wish the shots had been wider on the dance moves instead of cutting him off at the ribs. A wider dance version in the sewer (I know that's not what it was but jhkalfjl) would've been appreciated by me. With that in mind, I decided to see if there was a dance performance video and there was! As suspected, the choreography in the beginning of the song is also just not that strong or compelling to me. It sort of gives intermediate hiphop 2 dance recital. My favorite part of choreo is the breakdown at 2:56.

Anyway, I hope these impressions were sufficient! I didn't check him out on any variety shows so I can't comment much on what I think about his personality, but from a music/performance standpoint, I think he's pretty good. Not really the kind of stuff I listen to anymore but if I still kept up with idols, maybe I'd check him out from time to time :)

[tommykinard6]

I hope your weekend won't be bad but just in case I have some questions (mostly about fanon and not canon) to distract you. Pick and choose whatever interests you:

- How/ When do you think bucktommy will make their relationship official? Is it after dating for a longer time or will it be immediately after the wedding?

- Ignoring canon drama, what song should their dance at the wedding be to?

- What was the biggest lesson Tommy learned in therapy?

- Is Tommy still in touch with Sal?

- How would you like Maddie's and Tommy's first meeting to go?

- How would Buck react to Tommy getting injured on the job?

You’re so sweet! And because I definitely need the distraction, I’ll answer them all!

I feel like canonically speaking they’ll put a label on it in one of two places, either right after the wedding or somewhere around 7x10. I’m not sure which one I’m leaning more towards, but I think they won’t wait too long because they know the risks of the job.

Ooooooh I have three possible answers to the dance question. And I don’t listen to a lot of good wedding dance songs 🤣. Either Perfect by Ed Sheeran, All of Me by John Legend, or Halo by Beyoncé.

How to forgive himself. I was going to type how to love himself, but I don’t think he could love himself until he forgave himself. Forgive himself for how he acted, absolutely, but also for all the pain he caused himself. All the stress and the heartache and low esteem that being closeted brought him. Forgive himself for making himself into a person he could barely recognize.

Ooooooh good question. Canonically, probably not. If he’s out, canon Sal would’ve dropped him like a sack of hot potatoes. In my headcanon, it depends on the story. Either no or yes but they talk very little. I feel like Sal being away from the 118 and growing older, maybe having some kids, might have made him into less of an asshole. Or maybe he’ll always be an asshole. Im not sure. Tommy could’ve also chosen to lose contact with him. Again, depends on the headcanon.

Tommy and Maddie’s first meeting! Well we all think that Chimney is being rescued by Tommy, so I can picture them rolling up and Maddie throwing himself into Tommy’s arms, thanking him profusely. Later over the wedding, maybe over the dinner or the dance, she takes the time to get properly introduced and talk to him a little.

Depends if Buck was there! Let’s assume he wasn’t. When he first hears the news (going back to my emergency contact headcanon), he goes still. He vaguely registers that Bobby is telling him to go. Maybe Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chimney drive him to the hospital. Buck paces around the waiting room. Depending on how serious it is, the 118 might wait with him. Tommy has no family that would come/is close enough to, so when Tommy can receive visitors Buck is first in line to go in. And seriousness of the injury can vary, but let’s say it’s an observe overnight deal, so Tommy’s got his room. Buck barely touches him at first, eyes memorizing every detail of his face. But then Tommy mumbles, “Evan”, and Buck places both hands on his face and gently presses kisses all over it, ending with one to his lips.

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

Let's Make Love

So I’ve got a Castle playlist on my phone, and it has songs I’ve accumulated over the years that just make me think of Castle and Beckett in some way. This fic is kind of based around one of those songs–”Let’s Make Love” was released in 1999 by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, who are an excellent couple in their own right (and oh my God, if you ever get the chance to see them on tour together, the chemistry between them onstage is ELECTRIC).

When I heard this song on my playlist recently, I was immediately flooded with the images of the infamous scene from “Always” (Including that deleted scene), and I just couldn’t get it out of my head. So I just had to write it out. I’ll include some of the words in parts of the fic, but I highly recommend looking it up on Youtube or something and listening to get the real power and emotion of the song. You won’t regret it…I promise!

I don’t own Castle…and I don’t own the song “Let’s Make Love” either…

This starts with the end scene in “Always” and will continue through the night. As such, this is very much an M rated fic. There’s lots of sex; I’m trying to keep it as romantic as possible, but still… I’m not sugarcoating it for you. Lots of sex. If you’re not comfortable reading a sex fic, you might want to skip this one.

xxxxx

Just a reminder warning…this fic contained within this chapter is 1000% rated M. Sexy times ahead. You have been warned.

Castle had just ended his call with Alexis when his phone rang again. Seeing Beckett’s face on the caller ID, he stared at it for a moment before rejecting the call. He used the remote to turn on the touchscreen monitor in his office and opened the file…Beckett’s file. He hesitated only a moment before moving the file to the trash with a heavy sigh. The knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. There was a loud clap of thunder as he opened it, revealing Beckett, who had obviously been caught outside in the storm; she was soaking wet. “Beckett, what do you want?” he frowned.

Baby, I’ve been drifting away

And dreaming all day

Of holding you, touching you

The only thing I wanna do

Is be with you

As close to you

As I can be

She didn’t hesitate with her answer, despite his unwelcoming tone or the look on his face. “You.” She pushed into his loft, grabbed his face, and kissed him thoroughly. She wasn’t sure if he was too shocked or too mad, but when he didn’t respond, she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. “I’m so sorry, Castle…” she murmured, her voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…” she breathed.

When she leaned in for another kiss, Castle had recovered enough to pull her away from him, staring at her face. It was tear-stained; she’d been crying for awhile…long before she got to him. “What happened?” he asked. He had to know. He needed to know why she was suddenly here after everything they’d said to each other...after he'd walked away.

“He got away, and I didn’t care. I almost died, and all I could think about was you. I just want you,” she answered him honestly. She went for another kiss, but he held back before her lips could touch his. She pulled back, completely unsure now. She had known he might reject her advances, but she hadn’t allowed herself to fully consider that possibility on her way over. Only now, it seemed as though he was rejecting them, rejecting her…she’d waited too long to tell him, and now she’d lost him.

Castle studied her for a long moment, his feelings at war inside him. He loved her…God, did he love her. But she’d hurt him, rejected him in a way earlier. And he knew her…knew her better than anyone; she might be here now saying all she wanted was him, but what if something else popped on her mother’s case? What if she had another opportunity to take a run at the guy who shot her? Would she still say all she wanted was him?

As lightning flashed outside, he made his decision. He wanted her, he loved her more than all of that…more than the hurt she’d inflicted, more than the uncertainty. He just wanted her. A loud crack of thunder sounded as he pushed Beckett back against the open door, slamming it closed with her back, as he kissed her soundly. The dams each of them had carefully constructed finally burst with that kiss; three and a half years of emotions flooded their systems, rushing to the surface.

Their mouths opened for each other, and though Beckett had begun as the aggressor, Castle quickly took charge. His mouth claimed hers with his tongue, his kiss firm and demanding…and she let him. She’d come to him that night wanting him, but he’d wanted her longer, waited a year for her…tonight she was going to give him what he wanted, show him what he waited for was worth it; tonight she was giving him herself…no more walls.

He couldn’t get enough of her…the taste of her kiss, the feel of her body pressed against his, the soft moans and pants for air as he kissed her. His mouth moved across her cheek to her neck, nipping and sucking, tasting her skin as her fingers ran through his hair and over his back, pulling him closer. And then his mouth was back on hers again, their tongues meeting in a fiery tango, stoking the fire that raged between them as they finally gave into what they’d both wanted for so long. He trailed his kisses along the other side of her neck and down her throat to her chest, pausing to unbutton her shirt and look at the scar from where she’d been shot a year ago.

As if reading his mind, she took his hand and placed it over the scar, allowing him to feel her heart beating underneath as she kissed him again. This kiss was slow, deep, passionate, allowing him to feel everything she felt for him, allowing him to feel her. She finally broke the kiss with a smile as she nuzzled his nose. Taking his hand in hers, she led him towards his bedroom.

Let’s make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let’s make love

She led him into the bedroom, stopping beside his bed and finally dropping his hand silently. They didn’t talk; words weren’t necessary right now. Their eyes met, speaking enough for the both of them, as she gently caressed his face with her fingertips. She held his gaze as she slowly slid her shirt and bra strap over her right shoulder until his eyes moved to the bare skin. He couldn’t resist touching her, bringing his hand up to push her hair out of the way and slide his hand over her shoulder and down her back.

Her eyes closed for a moment as his fingers caressed her skin. When she opened them, she was overcome by the look in his eyes as he just stared at her bare skin. She wasn’t sure if she made the move backward to the bed, or if he gently walked her toward it, but a moment later, he slowly lowered her to the mattress. She raised up to kiss him as he pressed a knee to the mattress, moving over her. Her hands slowly moved up his biceps, gently pulling him down with her as she eased herself back to the mattress, her lips never leaving his.

He lowered himself to her, supporting his weight on his forearms as he deepened their kiss. He forced himself to go slow. He’d waited too long for this, she was too important to him for it to be over in 5 minutes because he couldn’t control himself like some teenage boy. He already knew this first time was going to be over faster than either of them wanted, but he wanted to make love to her, wanted to worship her, and he couldn’t do that if he didn’t practice some restraint.

Her fingers began working the buttons of his shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked into his pants and then pushing it over his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he broke the kiss only to raise up enough to shrug out of the shirt and toss it to the side somewhere.

“Kate…” he started, only to be silenced by her fingertips on his lips.

“Don’t talk right now…just feel,” she whispered, meeting his eyes with a small smile, her lips covering his again. “Let me feel you…” she murmured against his lips between kisses, hooking one leg at his waist and pulling his hips down against hers.

Her words were hot, but combined with her actions they were even hotter. He groaned into her mouth, fisting the comforter on his bed to keep from coming undone right then. Once he had a little more control, he slid a hand between them, unbuttoning her shirt and peeling the wet fabric from her skin before dropping it to the floor. He wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans next, struggling more than he would admit with the wet denim as he peeled them down her legs and dropped them to the floor as well, after removing her boots and socks.

She pulled him back into a kiss as he moved back over her, her fingers sliding slowly over his chest and down to his pants. She easily unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling back from the kiss slightly with a playful look in her eyes as she slid the zipper down slowly, her hand purposefully brushing along the length of him as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.

“Kate…” he groaned, having to drop his head to her shoulder for a moment to recompose himself. He wasn’t going to last if she kept doing things like that. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone before pushing himself up so he could get rid of his pants, shoes, and socks.

While he was getting rid of his pants, she shifted on the mattress so she could lie on his pillows. She watched him as he climbed back on the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she watched his muscles flex when he moved over her. She knew he was trying to take it slow, and she wanted to give him what he wanted…but she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to take him going as slow as he might want to this first time.

He gave her a smile, trailing soft kisses across her collarbone to her shoulder. His mouth nudged her bra strap as his fingers slid to her back and unhooked it. He slowly pulled it away, his eyes darkening as he took her in. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as his mouth moved to her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking.

A soft gasp escaped, and she tugged her lower lip between her teeth as her back arched, pushing her chest toward his mouth. “Castle…” she breathed, her fingers raking through his hair.

His hand slid down her side slowly as his mouth continued to work her breasts. His fingers brushed across the waistband of her panties, and he slipped his hand inside. A moan escaped her throat and she bucked her hips to his touch as his fingertips ghosted a touch between her legs and just over where she wanted him most.

“Castle…please…” she panted softly.

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her with a grin, watching her face as he gave her what she wanted, his finger slowly sliding between her legs from her core to her entrance and back. Her hips chased his touch, her eyes closing as she moaned his name lowly. He’d wanted to tease her, but the way she moaned his name had him giving her exactly what she wanted. His fingers stroked her slowly, slipping into her and using just the right amount of pressure as he built her up both from his strokes inside her and with his thumb over her core. It didn’t take long before she was flying over the edge, fingers tightening in his hair, his name falling from her lips with a few curses.

He pressed kisses along her throat, smirking against her skin, his fingers working her through her orgasm until she pushed his hand away. He shifted then, getting rid of his boxers while he waited for her, watching her breathing finally even out. When she was back with him, he gently hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs.

Their eyes met, and then he drew in a ragged breath as his eyes traveled over her body, taking her in completely for the first time. “You’re beautiful…” he murmured, completely in awe of her.

“Staring is still creepy…” she tugged her lip between her teeth a little shyly.

“Right…sorry…” he shook his head. He shifted on the mattress to reach for his nightstand. When she took his hand to stop him, he arched an eyebrow. “I’m just getting protection…”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to. I haven’t been with anyone since…” she trailed off softly, knowing he knew what she meant, but not wanting to say her previous boyfriend’s name in bed with him. “And I’m on birth control...for several months. I…wanted to be ready for you…for this...” she explained with an almost nervous smile.

“Me too…I mean, I haven’t been with anyone either since…you know…” he assured her. “I was waiting for you…ever since you asked me to…before then, really…” he added, wanting to make sure she understood that despite his attempted fling with the flight attendant, he hadn’t actually slept with her.

His words surprised her a little. She honestly thought he had been with the flight attendant; he certainly had spent enough time with her. She also hadn’t expected him to admit to waiting for her before she’d even asked him to; he hadn’t been with anyone since Gina…because of her, because he wanted her. She pulled him to her in a deep kiss as the realization hit.

“Kate…you’re sure about this?” he asked softly when they had both pulled away from the kiss.

She nodded. “Yes. I trust you…no more walls…nothing between us…”

He kissed her slowly, lacing the fingers of their joined hands as he shifted over her. He stretched their joined hands above her head, his free hand gently stroking her cheek as he pulled back enough from the kiss to meet her eyes. His thigh nudged hers apart as he settled between her legs, finally sliding into her slowly.

She gasped softly, squeezing his hand as he stretched her. It had been a little over a year, and he was not small.

“Okay?” he asked her softly, remaining still so she could adjust to him.

She nodded, caressing his cheek with her free hand. “Perfect…” she smiled, kissing him slowly. A moment later she hooked her leg over his thigh, pulling him deeper into her with a soft moan against his mouth.

He took that as his cue that she was ready and began a slow, tender pace. It took most of his concentration to keep his control, but he managed for a few moments at first, his lips meeting hers in long, breathless kisses as they moved easily together…like a well-choreographed dance they had been doing for years and not something they were doing for the first time.

It wasn’t long, though, before his movements started getting sloppier, and he dropped his kisses to her neck. His hand was still joined with hers, and his free hand gripped her hip. Their moans mixed, gradually increasing in volume as his thrusts started coming faster, harder, her body arching against his to meet him, thrust for thrust. Her free hand raked her nails down his back hard enough to leave marks, but not enough to actually break skin. Her ankles locked behind his ass and tugged him deeper into her, holding him there for a moment as she squeezed her muscles around him before letting him move again.

“Kate…” he grunted his warning breathlessly in her ear, his fingers gripping her hip hard as he fought to not lose it right there, her little trick nearly ending him too soon.

“Rick…” she practically purred his name in his ear, tugging him deeper again, her arm wrapping around him to pull him as close as she could get him. “Let go with me…” she breathed, her teeth grazing against his skin near his ear.

The way she felt in his arms, the sound of her breathless moans, the way she said his name as she pulled him in undid him. His thrusts came hard and fast, his hips grinding against her with every thrust as his control snapped. She hit her high first, seconds before he exploded inside of her with a few last thrusts as he dropped breathlessly on top of her.

Do you know what you do to me

Everything inside of me

Is wanting you

And needing you

I’m so in love with you

Look in my eyes

Let’s get lost tonight

In each other

He recovered first, trailing soft kisses along her jaw as he just watched her. He was so in love with her. He’d known that for awhile, but now…he knew she was it. The way they were together…the way she felt in his arms…the way it felt making love…he couldn’t imagine himself with another woman, ever. There was no coming back from her, no getting over her if this didn’t work. She was it.

She finally opened her eyes and met his, so intense and full of emotion as he studied her. She gently caressed his cheek, moving in for a kiss that started soft but quickly turned passionate as he rolled them so she was on top of him now. Instinctively she rolled her hips, groaning lowly as she pushed up slightly against his chest, arching an impressed eyebrow when she realized he was still hard inside her. Apparently he wasn’t quite done yet.

His hands slowly slid along her thighs as she straddled him, rocking his hips up into her. Shifting so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hotly. “Kate…” he murmured against her neck, his hands sliding along her back.

“Hmm?” she breathed in his ear, gently tugging his ear lobe between her teeth, starting a slow, steady rhythm, rocking her hips against his.

He groaned, covering her lips with his again, his arms tightening around her. He pulled back to look in her eyes. His fingertips gently caressed her skin, and he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “I love you…” slipped out before he could stop it.

His words didn’t send her running. Instead she took his face in her hands and deepened the kiss. He still loved her. She hadn’t messed this up. She broke the kiss only when she had to breathe, resting her forehead against his. “Castle…” she breathed. “I’m so sorry…for everything…” she murmured, pressing another soft kiss to his lips before meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long…I’m sorry I made you think I don’t…” she tried to explain. “I do…” she kissed him again. Somehow she realized she wasn’t making sense…and he deserved to hear the words. “I love you…” she told him. “I love you, Castle…I’m so sorry I made you think I didn’t…”

He cut off her words with a passionate kiss, gripping her tightly as he laid her back so that he was on top of her again, thrusting deeply inside her. His hands slid over her skin, touching everywhere. He couldn’t get enough of her, pulling her close, going as deeply inside of her as he physically could. He had never needed a woman the way he needed her now.

Her arms wrapped around him, keeping him close against her. Her hands worked the muscles in his back and shoulders, lightly kneading and then sliding over his skin, nails digging in slightly, his name coming out in soft moans and whimpers as he moved, touching places inside of her she’d never been touched…places she didn’t know existed…and not just physically, but emotionally.

This time when they hit their high, he fell first, but he kept going until she fell a few thrusts later. It was intense, moreso than the first time, for both of them. They laid breathless and spent, wrapped so tightly entwined with each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

xxxxx

Sometime later, she woke up with a slight shiver, despite having a warm body draped over her back. Her nose was cold, and her feet were cold…and she couldn’t remember how they got underneath the covers that were half off her. Her hair was still slightly damp from the rain, and her ribs and arms ached from her battle with Maddox on the roof. Then she smiled slightly as she felt the ache of some other muscles…the delicious ache that was a result of lovemaking.

She shifted slightly so that she could see him; he was sleeping peacefully. But she was cold after being out in the rain for so long, their earlier activities only warming her up temporarily. She bit her lip and finally slid out of his bed, careful not to wake him up. She figured she could use his shower to warm up and then slide back into bed without ever having to disturb him. She found her shirt and jeans and stretched them out over a chair so they would dry enough for her to be able to wear them home later…tomorrow…before making her way to his bathroom.

When she flipped on the light, she was startled by the figure in the far side of the bathroom staring at her and jumped slightly. She quickly calmed down when she realized it wasn’t a real person, just a figure from Star Wars, which made her roll her eyes at the absurdity of Castle having a life size Boba Fett in his bathroom. She then spotted his shower. It was big…luxurious; it was definitely large enough for two people to use comfortably. She contemplated waking him to join her, but quickly decided against it, deciding to let him sleep. It wasn’t like she was sneaking out…she just wanted to get warm and maybe process…everything.

As she stood underneath the water and closed her eyes, she let the heat relax her muscles…her arms and her shoulders where she had to hang on to the roof for her life, literally…her neck from the tension of the case and the aftermath…her ribs from the beating she’d taken at the hands of Maddox. She was so caught up in her thoughts as she let the heat both relax and warm her, that she didn’t hear the shower door open or Castle step inside.

“You okay?” he asked.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, her eyes popping open quickly. “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she grumbled. “And while we’re on the subject of that…your friend out there almost gave me a heart attack. Boba Fett? Really, Castle?”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were getting up to come in here, or I would have warned you.”

“No you wouldn’t have,” she shook her head with a soft laugh. He wouldn’t have thought about it.

“You’re right. No, I wouldn’t have,” he smiled. “So, uh…why exactly are you up…showering…at 1AM?” he asked, trying his best not to sound nervous about what it might mean.

“Trying to get warm,” she answered him. “I was cold from the rain when I got here…and I got cold again.”

“I could have warmed you up…” he countered.

She gave him a small smile before wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest. “You did at first. But then we fell asleep…and you stole the covers…” she looked up at him pointedly. “I got cold again, and you were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you. I was just going to warm up and come back to bed,” she told him honestly.

His arms tightened around her slightly, and he gently kissed her forehead. “Well I would have happily woken up to join you in here.”

“I’m sure,” she smiled against his chest. She pulled back from him slightly, stepping back further under the water again.

His hands shifted to her hips and he followed her, about to kiss her when he saw slight bruising already appearing on her ribs. He stopped with a frown. “Kate?” he asked, his fingers gently tracing the discoloration. It was the first time he was really looking at her under actual lighting and not the soft, low lights of his bedroom combined with the moonlight and city lights coming through the window. His frown deepened as he saw a few more signs of the battle. “Tell me what happened.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall of the shower. She had anticipated he would eventually ask; she just hadn’t expected it would be because he saw bruising on her skin. “We fought…Maddox was stronger than me…a pro,” she explained softly, finally opening her eyes to meet his. “I didn’t really stand a chance in a physical altercation, even with my abilities as a fighter. I ended up hanging off the roof.”

He swallowed hard at her words. He knew her physical abilities; he'd watched her manhandle suspects twice her size easily. The fact that Maddox had no trouble at all in dealing with her sent ice through his veins. She said before that she’d almost died. He hadn’t realized hearing the details would affect him as much as it was; of course he also hadn’t imagined it was hanging from a roof, either.

“As I was hanging there, I didn’t think about my mom’s case…or my shooting…or even Maddox getting away. All I could think about was you…what I would miss. How I wouldn’t have a chance to make up with you after our fight. How the last words we spoke to each other were in anger. How I wouldn’t have a chance to finally be with you. How I wouldn’t have a chance to see what we could be together,” she continued quietly. “And then I was so sure I heard your voice. I was positive that even though you’d walked away, you came to save me…like you always do. Only it was Ryan. And I realized that I had lost you."

“Kate…” he started.

“I resigned,” she interrupted. “I’m done. I want you, I want us…I walked away from the case, from the NYPD, from everything…and came here. I just want you,” she gave a slight shrug, echoing the words she’d told him earlier.

He gently took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, pulling her against him tightly. “I’m sorry…” he murmured against her lips. “I’m so sorry, Kate…I should have been there…”

Her hands moved to his face and she kissed him thoroughly, cutting off his words. “We both made our share of mistakes…we both hurt each other…let’s just…move forward,” she suggested softly, resting her forehead against his. This was their chance. She thought she’d missed it, but here she was…with him. She wanted this, she wanted him, and she wasn’t wasting the second chance she’d gotten. Everything else she’d figure out later.

She really was the most extraordinary, remarkable woman he’d ever met. He kissed her slowly, passionately, his arms moving back around her as he pulled her body as close against him as he could get her. Her arms wrapped around him as she returned his kiss, every bit as passionately, her leg hooking at his hip. He took the cue and lifted her, allowing the wall of the shower to help support her weight as she slid down on him slowly with a low moan, her legs wrapping around his waist. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, his arm remaining around her waist and his other hand bracing himself against the shower wall as they made love again.

Let’s make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let’s make love

xxxxx

It was still dark when Kate woke up, and she reached over to fumble for her phone to check the time. 4:34. She sighed and looked over at Castle, sleeping soundly on his back. It reminded her of when they woke up in that basement on a dirty mattress handcuffed together…only this time without any cuffs and with full knowledge of how they’d gotten where they were.

She smiled and turned her body into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers lightly traced patterns on his bare chest. After a few minutes, she bit her lip, letting her hand slowly work downward under the sheets until it reached his length. Her fingertips lightly teased him, running along his length before wrapping her slender fingers around him and stroking slowly.

“Mmm…Kate…” he murmured in a husky voice as his brain woke up slowly; the lower half of him that she was tending to at the moment was definitely already awake. Fully.

She grinned at his reaction, leaning over and kissing his jaw. “Glad you’re up,” she husked in his ear, letting her words take on a double meaning.

He chuckled, his hips moving slightly with her hand. “How could I not be up when you wake me up like that?” he asked.

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth as she watched him. “How long are we alone?” she asked, wondering when she needed to leave to avoid any awkward conversations with his family. At least she was assuming they were alone. She hadn’t really thought to ask him last night. She only remembered that Alexis was out at a graduation party; she honestly had no idea about his mother.

“Mmm…probably until after noon sometime…” he murmured. “Mother….Hamptons…” he told her, finding it very hard to talk with her stroking him that way.

She released him and moved to straddle him, her hands resting on either side of his head as she leaned down to kiss him fully. “I want you…” she murmured, her mouth trailing kisses along his jaw.

He smirked, his hands running along her sides to her breasts, taking advantage of her current position on top of him. “I gathered that much from how you woke me up,” he lifted his head to kiss her shoulder and then her chest.

Her mouth moved down his chest slowly, nipping playfully at his skin as she worked her way down. She took her time licking and kissing and sucking at his skin until she finally reached his hip. She bit and sucked on the skin just above his hipbone and then soothed it with her tongue and a gentle kiss once she was satisfied he’d have a visible mark later. She then turned her attention to his length, licking her lips before slowly running her tongue along him from tip to base.

When his hips bucked involuntarily, she shot him an amused look before holding them down as she took her time to drive him crazy with her mouth. One hand curled in her hair, but he never forced her head or guided her, and his other fisted in the bed sheets until she’d finally finished him off with a satisfied smirk.

As soon as he could think straight, he flipped her to her back, kissing her hotly. “My turn…” he murmured. Finally he was going to get to taste her…something he’d only dreamed about for so long, and despite having two previous rounds of sex, something he hadn’t had a chance to do yet. Now he was going to remedy that.

He took his time, kissing and touching every inch of her skin, completely worshipping her the way he’d wanted for so long. He took extra time at her breasts, and then at the tattoo she had near her hip where it could just be hidden by clothes and seen only by lovers, tracing it with his tongue before finally settling between her thighs.

By the time he’d thoroughly worked her up and over the edge…twice…with just his mouth and thumb, he was ready to go again. He trailed his kissed slowly back up her body, giving her time to recover. When he felt her thigh at his hip, he slid into her in one smooth thrust, gasping in surprise when she used that moment to flip him on his back so she was on top.

She cut off any response he might have with a hot kiss, her hips starting a steady rhythm against his. She used her hands on his chest for both balance and leverage as she rode him, building them both up. As they hit their finial climax of the night and her head fell back in complete ecstasy, the sun’s rays had started to change the New York skyline from dark to light orange and pink. She slid off him to his side, cuddling against him with her leg hooked over his hip and her head on his shoulder, both still breathless as they drifted to sleep despite the fact that the sun was coming up.

Let's make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

(until the sun comes up)

Let's make love

xxxxx

So...3 rounds of sex and 7 orgasms. That was the longest sex fic I have ever written. I didn’t plan on it being this long, but it definitely took on a life of it’s own. I hope you all enjoy it. I look forward to your comments. And no worries, I know I owe you all a chapter for It Started With a Kiss. Promise that is coming up next…I just had to get this fic out of my head first so I could concentrate on it!

[citrus-lamb]

Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)

a/n : okay, so i don't know anything about k-pop, but i did some research. so reader is gonna be an undercover idol that doesn't reveal her face. sorry if the characters are a bit ooc, still trying to get used to their personalities! please enjoy.

song : idol (yaosabi)

You like to sing lullabies to the group. As an older sister, you know all of them by heart, and after nightmares people can become a lot like a toddler. The group, including you, lives through nightmares every night, so you found yourself learning more and more calming songs. More and more songs from different genres.

Eventually you wanted to make a cover of your favorite song. So you did, and you posted it to Youtube under a fake name. Over the next few days it came up with hundreds of thousands of views. It made you shocked, to say the least, but your newly-acquired fans demanded more. So you gave more.

After about a month you became one of the most popular “idols”—as your fans called you—in America. Every cover you made got upwards of a million views. It was almost too much to handle.

One day, when you were given some free time in one of your classes, you heard Barron running his mouth again. “Dude, did you see? Vibeon.Ai posted yesterday. Best cover yet!

“You’re into that girl’s bullshit? She doesn’t even sound good.”

Tyler leaned towards you, “Yo, who are they talking about?”

“Ah… Vibeon.Ai? She’s an idol. Millions of subscribers on Youtube, y’know? I don’t listen to her though, haha…” You said hurriedly, trying not to sound nervous. What if the group found out about you being an idol? They would treat you different—ask for some of your fame. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be used.

“Guess I’ll have to check her out.” He mumbled.

~

You were scared. You went home and threw yourself on your bed and almost fucking screamed. Tyler? Listening to you cover a song? When he’s definitely heard your voice before? This is a disaster!

Your phone ringed

Tyler Hernandez: ‘This Vibeon.Ai person sounds a lot like you’ 4:23pm

Fuck fuck fuck… oh my god, were you screwed, or what?

Another ring.

Aiden Clark: ‘uou made covrrs and didnt tell us?? they sound so gopd!11!1” 4:24pm

Ashlyn Banner: ‘You really do. You should make more covers.’ 4:24pm

Taylor Hernandez: “how did you understand aiden just then??’ 4:25pm

Ashlyn Banner: ‘Magic.’ 4:25pm

Ben Clark: ‘You get used to it’ 4:26pm

Logan Fields: 'Translation??? Please????' 4:26pm

Wait…

They aren’t asking for fame? Nothing? Not even money? This is different.

~

“You guys promise not to tell anyone, right?” You asked, practically begging. You didn’t want anyone—especially not Barron—to know.

“Of course we won’t!” Taylor said, giving you a reassuring smile, “We wouldn’t betray your trust like that.”

“Right.” Logan said, “…So when’s your next cover?”

[wayfinderships]

AUUUUUUGH! I miss my little guy your honor!! I miss him so damn much!!!

[basslinegrave]

have to send 2 packages today and pick one up and then i wanna draw... the sooner i get that done the better but i have to wait a while now before i can go. but im also getting a headache oughhhh whys the weather like it is

[bo0zey]

saw mcr in chicago last night and it was literally so traumatizing that i couldn’t even enjoy the show or be happy i deadass hate you psycho animalistic band wagon ass idiot mfs so much thanks for ruining my one chance at seeing and hearing and experiencing my saviors of 10+ years. the band that kept me alive by providing me the emotional stability childhood me needed when everyone else around her was dying and made her feel like giving up too. the one chance i expected to feel the most alive i ever have ended up with me feeling so fucking dead and numb inside. the band whose songs literally filled my lungs with the air i needed to stay alive. and an hour before i was supposed to see mcr you selfish stupid idiots crushed my ribcage and stole all the oxygen i’d been saving for 7 hours standing in that crowd. you crushed my ribcage to the point it couldn’t fully expand and i physically could not inhale or exhale. you crushed me until my descending colon pressed against my equally taut and ungiving abdominal aorta and occluded it until i was physiologically unable to get fresh oxygen to my brain. i was a mere 12 inches and 1 hour away from seeing my band when you stupid senseless fucks ruined everything for me. i was ripped from the barrier and left in an oxygen-deprived mental fog for their entire set. i couldn’t even mouth the words to their songs from 50000000 feet away because the action hurt my ribs and diaphragm too much. god forbid i try to sing along without becoming lightheaded and nauseous because my body was so physiologically traumatized that even breathing without anyone pressed up against me had become painful. i was left in a dissociated state from being pulled out of the crowd until i got home. i couldn’t even drink water because my diaphragm and abdominal organs and aorta were still so traumatized and inflamed it hurt to have anything else inside to add to the excess pressure. i stood like a statue almost their entire set. i felt zero happiness, only immense sadness. i was so numb and dissociated while standing there in the middle of the concert watching the screen and listening to each song that the only thing i could feel were the nonstop flow of tears running down my face at the realization of the horror of it all. at some points i couldn’t even hear the actual music. the only thing i could hear was gerard’s words, as if he were speaking directly to me and it was the only thing keeping me present and grounded and somewhat connected to my body. and do you know????how it feels????? to feel fucking dead inside even though your body’s physically there alive in the same moment as the band that had given you so much life as a kid when you felt like you were dying???? and to just stand there surrounded by a crowd of 50000 people and feel deader than ever??? their music couldn’t even bring me out of this physically traumatized state and just made the emotional trauma exponentiate. i am so heartbroken and feel so defeated and let down and purposeless all over again. i will never have an opportunity like that again and it’s such a fucking hard thing to swallow knowing i couldn’t give my inner child her one chance to be that child again, to feel saved and alive and in love with this beautiful thing life has to offer. i hate all 50000 of you and most of all i hate myself for not being physically strong enough to withstand the physical abuse of that crowd. in conclusion thank u for ruining mcr for me and btw if u have a chance pls go get fucked.

[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

istg if Fall Out Boy makes me write whatever the fuck society of light chazz and darkness atticus is i’m gonna lose my shit

“and this supposed to match the darkness that you felt? i never meant for you to fix yourself” is all i’ll say