#like I was genuinely surprised when they had him do that whole song and dance about not doing it and then he actually just. didn't do it

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[sehodreams]

Riize reaction to you giving them a lap dance!

Tw and tags: a couple of them are nsfw, suggestive, fluff (?)

Comment: this is how I think the boys in real life would react, hope you didn't expect anything too explicit because I was giggling the whole time I wrote and imagined this, I think it's adorable!!!

Again, please don't visit my blog if you don't enjoy mature or dark content.

Eunseok would say no to the idea the minute you tell him, "what you on? you can't even follow an easy choreo in just dance". However, when you pushed him to his seat, he'd smile with expectations, and even if he denied it, he would love every second of it, containing himself to not put his hands on you the whole time.

Sungchan would laugh out loud at first, like to the point tears would appear on his eyes, then he would shrug in his place, not believing you're actually doing it when he hears the song playing, but not much after he'd genuinely enjoy the show with a grin on his face, giving you a breathtaking kiss to thank you the minute you finished.

Shotaro would have an ear to ear smile, finding adorable how you're trying to dance in front of him. He'd try to not touch you, keeping his hands to himself as long as he could, but the minute you sat over his lap and pushed your chest in front of his face, that smile would change to a desire expression, surprising you when his hips met yours, making you a blushing mess at the end.

Anton would love every second of it, he would laugh just like Sungchan thinking it was a joke, but when he saw you put the music on he'd do his best to not laugh anymore and take you seriously, and still with with a grin on his face, he'd focus on the way your body followed the song. Also, when you were closer to him he wouldn't be afraid of touching you with his big hands, trailing with his palms all the way from your thighs to your waist, making you bounce over his half-hard member when you tried to stop him, laughing at your embarrassed expression.

Sohee would blush and laugh, not daring to look at you the second the music started, but he's just a man, and soon he wouldn't be able to apart his eyes from you, following every step of your routine, he'd sigh content when you dropped to your knees teasing him, wishing for the song to continue, admiring you down there.

Seunghan would be pretty shy and giddy about it, like he'd immediately say yes when you offered to distract him with a lap dance, and he'd even pull his chair waiting for you to start, but when he heard the music he would completely change his demeanor to a shy one, turning red for a minute to then, when he finally relaxed, shamelessly touching you every time you got closer, and if you passed your hand around his body, he would even grab them to give them a quick peck to thank you.

Wonbin wouldn't know what to say, smiling but at the same time doubtful since he had never received one before, not that the others had neither, but he'd be a lot more tense than the others, not daring to fully enjoy it until almost the end to then ask you for another one with a wide grin.

[theemporium]

💰 with Lando or Sebastian? You can make it whatever you'd like - Seb Anon

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Ah, darling, I was wondering when you’d call.”

Your eyes narrowed at the casualness of his words. It was like you could hear the smirk on his face, could perfectly picture the way he was leaning back in his seat, legs spread and a cockiness about him that only someone like Sebastian Vettel could pull off. 

“What are you playing at?” You asked him bluntly, huddled away in a quiet corner at work where your nosy colleagues couldn’t eavesdrop on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, schatz.”

You bit back the witty remark and the colourful words on the tip of your tongue as you took a deep breath, your eyes falling shut as you tried to remain calm. “Sebastian.”

“Hm, say my name like that again. I like it.”

“I–” You cut yourself off.

Ironically, this had been the first time you had spoken to the German in the last week. The last time you had seen him was when he flew back from the last race, surprising you at your apartment after insisting that he needed to see you. He had made a massive song and dance about taking you out for dinner the following night, one of those fancy places with a name you couldn’t pronounce and prices that didn’t even make it on the menu.

Except, you never made it to the restaurant. 

You sat in your apartment, dolled up and ready just like Sebastian had told you to be, only for him to stand you up. You had been pissed, to put it nicely. In fact, even thinking about it again just enraged you all over again. And instead of being apologetic, he had been so nonchalant and dismissive of the whole event which only pissed you off even further.

And after a week of avoiding his calls and messages, Sebastian had enough of being ignored. But he knew you wouldn’t just call him up if he did something sweet and nice. Absolutely not.

So, Sebastian did the next best thing to catch your attention. 

Since you had stepped into the office earlier that day, it had been non-stop. An array of flowers and chocolates and wines and pastries had been delivered to your desk throughout the day. Your colleagues were getting nosy and curious. Your boss was annoyed at the constant disruption. And you were ready to strangle the German driver through the phone.

“We are fighting, Sebastian,” you deadpanned. “You can’t send me flowers when we are fighting.”

“It’s not just flowers, darling. Did you not see the necklace? I think it would look pretty with that red, lacy set you have—”

“Sebastian,” you hissed.

“Just because we are fighting doesn’t mean I have to be negligent.” There was a pause, and when his voice filled your ears again, he sounded a lot more sincere and genuine. “Baby, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have stood you up like that. But the meeting was last minute and—”

“I don’t care about the dinner,” you told him, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head. “I care that you were so dismissive of my feelings about it afterwards.”

“Let me make it up to you, please. Don’t shut me out, baby. Let me grovel. Let me do what it takes.” 

Your lips twitched upwards. “Then call off your men, I barely have enough space to work on my desk with all the flowers.” 

“Fine. But I’m sending them to your apartment.” 

You shook your head. “But I won’t be there.”

“But I will be. I’ll be there waiting for my pretty girl with a nice homemade dinner and a strong hope that she will let me kiss her.”

“We’ll see,” you murmured, a shy smile on your face. “Just dinner?”

“No dessert before dinner, baby. I want you nice and fed before I fill you up.”

“Sebastian!”

“I’m simply being honest, darling.”

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[irkimatsu]

I love your Husk works! Could you please write one where fem!reader gets along with everyone and Husk doesn't even realize that he's catching feelings, but maybe on a night out with everyone, someone comes up and starts heavily flirting with her. Ends with confessions and sugary sweet tooth rotting fluff please. 😍

God damn, anon, do you have any idea how hard it is to wring a confession out of this man? I was going along at a steady pace and then I got stuck for hours! I genuinely hope you like slowburn, because Husk doesn't go from zero-to-love easily. I think he's gotten a nice start here, though. It's definitely fluffy!

Husk/Fem!Reader starting a relationship. Mentions of drinking and attempted sexual assault that Husk interrupts before things get too heavy. SFW, 2.8k words. Enjoy! I hope this is what you had in mind, anon! Thank you so much for reading my works!

Your first few months staying at the Hazbin Hotel have gone quite smoothly; as smoothly as anything there can ever go, anyway. Charlie took an instant liking to you - she takes an instant liking to everyone, so it’s nothing special, but still. She can be a bit overbearing, but you know she means well, and she’s grateful to have someone who doesn’t immediately write off her trust exercises from the start.

Still, after all the sharing circles and art therapy, you occasionally find yourself craving more “adult” fun, and that’s where Angel and Cherri come in. It’s not that you don’t want to be redeemed, but what could be so sinful about enjoying yourself a little? You’re not doing anything dangerous or drastic, no drugs and no getting involved with the wrong people; you’re just having fun drinking, dancing, maybe smashing up some abandoned property if the opportunity strikes. Charlie can’t get mad at destruction if no one cares about the thing you just blew up, right?

The bartender, Husk, isn’t nearly as keen on those nights on the town, but you’ve still managed to bond with him on nights where you prefer to stay in. He’s a surprisingly good listener underneath his gruff exterior. (Perhaps too good of a listener; you hope he keeps ignoring whatever bullshit you might have spouted off after one too many of his cocktails.) He also has plenty of stories of his own, mostly from the time he spent alive. When you could get him talking, he’d weave incredible tales of nightlife, both from his home city in Las Vegas and all the other places he’d visited in his life. He seemed especially wistful when talking about a woman he knew back then. He could talk for hours about all the famous sites he was able to take her to, all the songs he would sing for her, and all the starry skies he’d dance with her under.

“It’s not like I blame her for leaving. I’m the one who screwed it up. But being in love… it was nice while it lasted.”

You try to encourage him with the hope that he could fall in love again, but he shakes his head with a bitter smile.

“I lost the ability to love years ago.”

—-

Your friendship with Angel and Cherri is so different compared to your friendship with Husk, so it took a few months before you could have a night out with all three of them. Charlie is once again less enthused about the idea of you four going out to party, but you promise to be relatively well behaved.

You promise, anyway. You can’t make promises for Angel’s sake, and as much as you love her, you know better than to have any faith in Cherri.

You’re surprised Husk agreed to come to a sex club at all. He never seemed like the type to be into that sort of thing. You’re less surprised to see that he has no intention of flirting with anyone and is instead perfectly happy to sit by the wall and knock back shots as quickly as the bartender can pour them.

Couldn’t he drink himself stupid back at the hotel, though? Why did he even come?

Is it just you, or has he been watching you the whole night?

The hours tick by, and you, Angel, and Cherri become progressively more wasted. Angel is currently hanging off of a muscular bull demon - damn, good for him - while Cherri tells you about another resident who used to stay at the hotel before he tragically lost his life during the last extermination.

“He was such a fucking idiot that it was charming, ya know? God damn I should have gotten to know him better when he was still around! I heard this rumor about him and never even got to find out if it was true!”

As she speaks, Cherri catches sight of a cobra demon who is currently chatting up a cluster of punk girls.

“Well, damn… maybe I’ll get to find out tonight. Don’t wait around for me, I’ll find my way back!”

With that announcement, Cherri is gone, leaving only you and Husk with about a dozen bar stools between you. He’s definitely keeping an eye on you; there’s still liquid in his glass, and  he’s watching you instead of guzzling it.

What’s his deal? If he wants to spend the night with you, why doesn’t he just come over here? You decide not to go over there yourself; no sense in rewarding him if he’s playing mind games.

You instead turn your attention to a handsome wolf demon who has taken Cherri’s seat. “Drinking all alone, love?” he says, his deep voice smooth as butter. Right away this man gives you the air of a natural-born charmer who can win anyone’s trust within seconds, only to break their hearts within hours.

He’s hot, and you’re drunk. You’ll let him break your heart a little.

Your conversation starts normally enough, with low stakes topics like the music and the drink selection in the bar. You’re in no hurry to tell this man anything personal or leave this spot with him, but you’re enjoying looking at him and hearing him enough that you don’t mind being a bit of entertainment.

He bumps your knee with his at one point, but you pull your own knee away. At first he seems to take the hint, and time passes without any more advances.

Soon, however, he grows more bold.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else, baby?” he asks as he lightly squeezes your thigh. “Somewhere more private?”

“No thanks,” you say as you jerk your leg away, though the motion doesn’t make him let go. “I’m fine talking here.”

“You know this is a sex club, don’t you?” he says. His smile and voice haven’t changed, but somehow he seems much slimier than he did five minutes ago, and the strong paw gripping your leg that seemed so enticing in your head feels suffocating in reality.

“I’m not here for that, I’m just hanging out with friends-” You try to leave the stool, but the man throws his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in.

“Come on, babe! What did you think I was after by chatting you up like this? You’re not gonna leave me hanging, are you?” He’s holding you closely enough that his hot breath is hitting your face, and the stench of his cologne is making you gag. “C’mon, baby, I’ll show you a good time. You won’t regret this-”

“She said no.” Husk had somehow snuck his way to your side without you noticing, and was now glaring daggers at your pursuer. “Back off.”

“Who are you, her grandpa?” the wolf laughs, refusing to unhand you. “Or just a nasty old man who likes ‘em young?”

Your captor’s laughter is quickly interrupted by a high-pitched howl. His face is now adorned with four jagged, bleeding lines.

“What the fuck, old man?” he yells as he unhands you. Just as quickly as you’re unhanded, you’re grabbed again, this time by Husk grabbing your waist and pulling you away.

“I knew I fucking hated this place,” he growls. “Where are Cherri and Angel?”

You have no idea, but your first guess has you looking toward the sex rooms in the back of the club.

“Jesus Christ… they’ll find their own way home. Come on, we’re going back to the hotel.”

You don’t appreciate being dragged out of the club like a misbehaving child, but as the alcohol clouds your thinking, you can’t quite formulate a protest.

Considering how pissed off your admirer must be right now, maybe it’s for the best that you don’t stay.

—

The walk back to the hotel is blurry; if Husk had anything to say to you besides pissed off obscenities muttered beneath his breath, you don’t remember it. Your next memory finds you laying on the couch in the lobby, your head aching from a combination of a hangover and the time spent laying on the couch’s arm with your neck at a weird angle.

“What time is it…?” you murmur as your eyes try to adjust.

“About noon,” answers Husk from the bar. 

As you continue to look around the lobby, he appears to be the only one here. “Where is everyone?” you ask through a yawn.

“Angel and Cherri still aren’t back, but I’m sure they’re fine. Charlie and Vaggie left to give you some quiet. Alastor and Niffty…” Husk shrugs after their names, then falls silent.

You groan as you push yourself into a sitting position, one that has you facing Husk. He doesn’t appear to have anything to do, and is instead standing with his chin resting on his crossed arms atop the bar. An awkward silence falls between the two of you, giving you plenty of time to observe Husk’s body language, particularly the way his tail is lashing behind him while his ear gives the occasional twitch.

He is not in a good mood.

“Are you okay?” you ask. Your well-meaning question only seems to piss him off further; he answers not with a word, but with a growl. “Is this about last night?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insists.

“I’m sorry I caused you trouble…”

“Wasn’t your fault.” His tail lashes even harder. “Just don’t worry about it, all right?”

You’re going to keep worrying about it until he stops looking so on edge.

“Thanks for getting me away from that guy last night,” you say, just in case you didn’t thank him in your drunken haze.

“Hey, it’s what a good bartender does. When you see someone starting shit with another patron, even if it’s not your bar, you take care of the problem. That fucker had no right to put his hands on you after you told him to cut it out.”

He may be gruff, but at least he has standards.

“Can’t believe Cherri and Angel left you alone in there… those two better not take you to anymore fucking sex clubs, you don’t need to be around shit like that…”

“I’m a grown adult,” you protest. “I didn’t want to sleep with that guy, but if I did want to get with someone at that club, that’s my business.”

Husk’s eyes widen for a moment, before he returns to his original dour expression. “Yeah… guess you’re right.”

“And what about you? You didn’t look interested in picking up anyone last night. Why’d you even come?”

“How do you know I wasn’t interested?” he shoots back. “Maybe I was interested in someone! Maybe I just… didn’t have the balls to go for it.” He stands up straight and shakes his head. “Look, can we drop this? Hang out in sex clubs if you want, I don’t fuckin’ care.”

He’s speaking with the tone of voice of someone who very much cares.

“I’m done with ‘em, though. You’re right, you’re an adult, you don’t need me hanging around like some fuckin’ guardian angel.” He pours a glass of clear liquid, and you expect him to down it himself, but he instead steps out from behind the bar still holding the full glass. “I overreacted last night. Shouldn’t have made it your fuckin’ problem.” He approaches the couch, takes a seat, and offers you the glass. “Here, one last favor. Drink this and I’ll get off your ass.”

You take the cup, wondering if for some ungodly reason he’s trying to get you to down straight vodka.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s water. That headache’s only gonna get worse if you’re dehydrated.”

You take a sip of the water, and after only a few swallows you’re already regaining a bit of your desire to live. “Thanks,” you say before taking another large gulp.

“No problem,” he responds. You expect him to return to the bar, but he remains next to you on the couch. His body language has gotten no less agitated. What is going on with him?

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you doting on Angel or Cherri like this,” you observe before finishing the glass.

“They’re used to it, and they’ve got each other,” he says as he takes the glass from you. “You want some more?”

You shake your head, and he remains seated with the glass.

“You, though… I don’t know, something about that guy just pissed me off,” he says. “Even before he started touching you I didn’t like him. Bartender’s intuition, maybe? I’m still not over the awful feeling he gave me.” He sighs heavily. “I just… hate the idea of seeing you get hurt in a place like that. I know Angel and Cherri can take care of themselves, but you’ve never seemed as wild as they do, so I wasn’t sure…”

“Is that why you were watching me the whole night?” you asked.

Husk’s body jolts. “Shit, you noticed?”

“I kept looking over there wondering if you’d ever move from that spot, and if you weren’t actively drinking you were staring at me,” you said. “You weren’t subtle.”

Husk groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. I know you’re capable. I was just…”

“You weren’t there because you were interested in someone at all, were you?”

“I never said I wasn’t. I mean it when I said I just didn’t have the balls to say anything to ‘em. Instead, I just wondered… what I’d do if someone else asked ‘em. Knowing it’d be my own damn fault for not speaking up sooner. Trying to tell myself it wasn’t that big a deal if they went with someone else… until someone started flirting with ‘em, and touchin’ ‘em, and-” His body tenses as he growls, but relaxes after a moment. “Damn it, I haven’t had to do this in years...”

“Done what?”

“You know what I said about losing my ability to love years ago?” He turns his head and looks directly at you for the first time since he sat down. “...I think I’m remembering how to do it again.”

Things are starting to fall into place. “And the person who helped you remember is…?”

The slightest of smiles crosses his face. “Who do you think?”

You wouldn’t have guessed it before today, but it all seems so obvious in retrospect. He’d spent so many nights with you when he could have been in bed, just chatting with you or comforting you after a bad day. You’d really grown so fond of his smile, and Angel had told you before that he used to never smile.

But surely, you thought, he couldn’t have been smiling because of you…

“What am I even saying?” he asks as he turns away from you. “You died in the prime of your life, and down here you can have that prime forever. You could do so much better than a washed up old drunk.”

“You’re not washed up,” you assure him as you place your hand over his. “I think it’s great that you got to live such a full life! You have so many stories to tell, and so many talents… I bet there’s so much you haven’t told me yet.” You try to reassure him with a smile and a light squeeze to his hand. “So much you haven’t shown me, either. You talk a lot about when you were in a band, but I’ve never gotten to hear you play…”

“I haven’t touched an instrument in years,” he says. “I bet I don’t even remember how to play anymore.”

“Well, you don’t know if you don’t try, right?”

You don’t think you’re just saying that about instruments.

“It’s been such a long time… what if I screw up?”

You don’t think he’s just talking about instruments either.

“It can’t hurt to try. Maybe… maybe you’ll enjoy it even more than you remember.”

“Hmm…” He doesn’t seem fully at ease, but he hasn’t taken his hand back yet. “If I can get my hands on a saxophone, and I really haven’t forgotten how… sure. I’ll play for you.

…you just have to give me some time, okay? I’m not used to it anymore… especially with another person…”

“Take all the time you need,” you assure him.

He turns his hand around so he can hold yours back, and his smile seems to grow slightly. “Just gotta start slow… get used to things again…”

“You’ll be fine, I know you will,” you assure him. He seems content to leave the conversation there, but there’s one more thing you need to say. “Husk?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’ll be going back to that club. No point when I’m not interested in picking up dates anymore.”

He squeezes your hand. “Glad to hear it.”

[nian-7]

hey! i see ur reqs are open, may i req pjsk boys (separate) taking fem reader to prom? like obvs established relationship, but like them reacting to her dress, the actual experience itself, and all that fun stuff. if you have to, you can make it gn reader! have a good day :)

sure, this sounds super cute! enjoy!

Akito, Tsukasa, Toya, Rui x fem!reader

✧taking their gf (you!) to prom

✧fluff

-Honestly, he's only going because you asked him. He wasn't really all that interested in it and wasn't planning on asking you to go until you showed an interest in it.

-He tries his best to be gentlemanly and formal but you just end up laughing a little at his attempts. He kisses your hand when he picks you up at your house and would rather get there when you finish rather than waiting for you to finish getting ready.

-Akito holds your hand for 90% of the night. The only times he lets go is when you decide to go dance with your friends or are eating. He doesn't really want to leave your side just because he's not particularly a fan of this whole thing. He wants you to enjoy yourself though!

-Terrible slow dancer honestly. Even though it's at such a slower pace than what he normally does, he can't help but mess up. He's a bit nervous and so he's almost stepped on your foot more than once.

-The most you'll get out of him for a compliment is "Nice dress." or "I like your makeup/hair". He's trying to save himself from the embarrassment of having thought how pretty you are and how much it's made him feel all fuzzy inside.

-It's such a blast with Tsukasa. You both have so much fun. Whenever a popular song comes on, he'll take you to dance with him to it. Genuinely you both have the best time and it's an overall super fun experience.

-He talks to your parents while you finish getting ready and you're honestly not sure if you should feel embarrassed or happy that they get along but you can't help but over hear your parents saying something embarrassing about you..

-Both him and Saki went with you to pick out your dress and his suit for the night. Even though you can't say that they were much help because each one you tried on, you got lots of compliments and encouragement from the two. It ended up being a hard decision since Tsukasa agreed on liking nearly every single one.

-Matches his tie with whatever color dress you've picked. He takes so many pictures of the two of you as well. A lot of them are just silly ones but there's a few actual ones sprinkled in.

-He would like to take you out to dinner before the actual dance starts. It's a bit more special when it's just the two of you together at a restaurant rather than sitting with a bunch of other people at prom to eat dinner.

-He's such a gentleman. He meets you at your house before you both go and sits patiently while you finish getting ready. He is in no hurry at all and honestly, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about the whole experience.

-100% matched his suit with your dress. He would like the dress itself to be a surprise but he also wanted to match with you so you both had to decide on a color to go with. Toya is truly okay with whatever colors you pick but, he'd likely go for a blue and black color scheme.

-At a loss for words when you come out of your room when you've finished. All he can do is clear his throat once he feels like he's stared too long and made it awkward. He's never been to such a formal event before so it's a first for him seeing you in such a formal outfit.

-Toya will slow dance with you when the right song comes on. He's surprisingly good at it and it makes you think he practiced before that night (he probably did..). A bit hesitant with his hands but he'll ease up and rest them on your lower back.

-He's the perfect date for prom in all. He makes it such a great experience for you without even trying. Toya just has a great time because you're there, he doesn't particularly care about the music or the food or anything as much as he does for you that night.

-Again, Rui wouldn't really be all that big on prom or very interested in it unless you showed an interest. He'll ask you to prom only if you show that you are interested in it.

-He took a picture of the two of you at prom and then you noticed later in the night that he actually had made it his lockscreen. He thought it was a good picture so he just decided to make it his lockscreen for his phone!

-Super chill about the whole thing. Yes, he's having fun with you, he just doesn't particularly have an interest in most of the activities. He'll follow you around, dancing with you if you ask him to or participate in any of the activities they have.

-He sure as hell flustered you quite a few times during the night. Whether it be with a kiss or his words, he truly did it unintentionally the first few times!

-Rui doesn't mind if you want to go hang out with your friends for a bit during prom, he'll wander till he finds Nene or Tsukasa (if they're even there) and chat with them till you come and find him again.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[mxnsxngie]

I Only Want To Dance With You (L.M)

Warnings: none, all fluff! Unless you count his joke about using the reader's arm to hit the other boys...

Word Count: 2183

Playlist: Slow Dancing With Minho (songs you two may dance to in the scene)

Let Me Know What You Think!

“You want me to what?” You ask your best friend from across the table of the cafe you met him at, surprised at the favor he’s asking of you.

“Please, it’s just for a couple of hours” he asks, trying to look nonchalant about it, but you know he’s begging you at this point.

“Why do you want me to go to this company dinner so bad?” You ask, genuinely confused. Minho had called you to meet for coffee before laying on you that JYP Entertainment was holding a special dinner in honor of their artists. Really it was more like a party honestly, complete with food, music, drinks, and dancing.

“Because I don’t want to go alone” he says with a slight whine to his tone.

“… Min, you’re literally going with the other 7 members, that’s hardly considered going alone” you laugh, shaking your head.

“That’s not the same though, I can’t get through one of these without you, they’ll drive me nuts with their antics” he sighs, gently taking your hand from across the table. “Please don’t make me deal with them alone?” He asks again, giving his best puppy eyes.

“That’s rich coming from you” you laugh, shaking your head, knowing full well the antics HE gets up to himself. “But yes, I guess I’ll go with you” you sigh, teasingly rolling your eyes at him.

“Thank you so much! You’re the absolute best! Do you have something nice to wear? We’re supposed to dress up.” He asks as he’s finally relaxed some now that you’ve agreed to go.

“I might have something, but I may go shopping still just in case. And don’t worry, I won’t make you come with me. I know how much you hate shopping” you tease.

“You truly are the best. You get me” he says with a relieved sigh, slumping back in the chair dramatically.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too dork” you jokingly tell him. You fail to notice the blush on his cheeks, too distracted by how his hair moves forward as he tilts his head down a second. The longer hair really did look good on him.

“I’m gonna go ahead and get shopping since this is tomorrow night, I’ll text you later Min!” You say as you grab your coffee and go over to hug hun before leaving.

He watches you leave, hoping the boys were right that you returned his feelings and that this would go well.

You’re just finishing getting your shoes on as you hear a knock on your door. You take one last look in the mirror admiring the black dress you managed to find, the plunge up top and the slit over the leg really made you feel sexy.

Hopefully it wasn’t too much for Minho. You couldn’t help that you’d developed feelings for him and you were hoping that this opportunity to dress up for him would get him to make a move. Your friendship was always filled with a playful give and take when it came to bantering or trading each other, and you were hoping you could bait him into a confession.

You grab your clutch and head to the door as you head another knock.

“I’m coming I’m coming” you yell as you approach the door. You open it to find Minho on the other side, looking breathtakingly gorgeous in his black suit.

“Wow Min you look incredible” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks.

“Are you saying I don’t always look good? I take offense to that” he says as he places a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “In all seriousness though, you look absolutely stunning, I’m in awe” he says, taking your hand to lead you to the car.

“Aww Min, thank you. I didn’t know you were capable of compliments!” You joke as you bump your hip into his whole two walk to the car.

“I can be a gentleman if I feel properly motivated to be” he says with a smirk, looking down at you.

“Must take a lot of motivation, because I’ve never seen you be one before” you joke, knowing full well he’s genuinely a gentleman.

“Sometimes it just takes the right person” he smirks as he opens the door for you to get in. You manage to hide your blush as you duck into the car, caught off guard by his comment. Maybe tonight would be the night.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” He says, the smirk still in place as you realize you hadn’t answered his previous comment to you.

“Oh never, because that would mean you had some kind of effect on me” you smirk back, settling in for the ride.

“Oh, and how terrible that would be” he chuckles at you.

“The worst thing imaginable” you smile, letting him know you’re joking before resting your head on his shoulder, taking in the spicy vanilla scent of his cologne. The smell of home.

The rest of the car ride goes fairly quickly, both of you sitting close in comfortable silence when the car pulls up at the event. He helps you out and literally drags you over to where the other boys are waiting, taking off in his tiny shuffle run, pulling you with him by the hand.

“Min, min slow down!” You giggle, following after him.

“Oh you can keep up!” He laughs back at you. What you don’t notice while you’re both laughing as you approach the boys is how they all watch you both with a fond smile. Well, almost all. Hyunjin makes a mock face of disgust, but it’s not like he means it. That’s just Hyunjin.

“About time you two showed up!” Jisung jokes as you two make it over.

“Ah take it easy on them, they still made it on time! Let’s go have some fun!” Chan says, leading all of you in. As you all start walking, you realize Minho hasn’t dropped your hand yet, and can’t help they slight blush on your face. Thankfully he’s too busy talking to Jisung to notice. But Seungmin does.

“Careful, someone might catch on to your little crush” Seungmin leans down and whispers in your ear. You look up at playfully swat at him, giving him a scolding look, but the smirk doesn’t leave his face. You shake your head and ignore his joking as you all get to your table.

Unsurprisingly, your seat ends up being by Minho, and he playfully yanks you down into your seat by your entwined hands before letting go, causing you to let out a slight yelp.

“Jeez Min, trying to yank my arm off?” You laugh, looking over at him.

“Maybe, would make a great weapon to hit these guys with” he jokes with a smirk.

“Yeah we’ll I quite like my arm where it is, thanks” you laugh before looking around. There’s a little more people than you expected, but it’s not too bad, and most of the groups are keeping to themselves. Then you notice the bar in the corner.

“You want a drink Min?” You ask.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually” he smiles.

“Alright, I’m on it” you smile as you stand and walk over to the bar, already knowing what he’ll want.

Once you’re out of earshot, the boys start hounding him.

“Please tell me you’re making your move tonight?!” Jisung whines, looking at his best friend.

“Yes, please! I can’t take the longing looks you two give each other anymore” Hyunjin says with an exasperated look on his face.

“I might, I’m not sure.”

“Oh my gosh hyung, if this is about you not being sure if she likes you, she definitely does. She’s told me. Just go for it” Seungmin says, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“She has?” Minho asks, looking over in your direction before looking back. “I’m just not sure how I guess” he says, the tips of his ears turning red slightly.

“Just ask her to dance! It’s your comfort zone, and lends a little bit of privacy!” Felix says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. And it is, to be fair.

“That’s… not a bad idea actually. Thanks Felix” he says as he hears you coming back.

“Alright, who was teasing my Minho?” You ask teasingly, eyeing all the boys.

“No clue what you mean” Changbin says with an innocent smile.

“Really? Because his ears are red and that only happens when he’s flustered. Soooo” you say, eyeing them all again. You miss the “I told you so” look Seungmin give Minho at that.

“Hey, I had no part in this” I.N says, raising his hands in surrender. You all laugh at that and you briefly hear Seungmin call him a traitor as your meals are brought out.

You all laugh and talk as you eat and as you finish, you feel Minho’s pinky brushing yours from beside you. You look over at him and smile, feeling like you’re in your own world for a minute as you look in his eyes. You hear a slow song start to play while you’re looking at each other.

“Do you want to dance?” He asks you in a whisper as he takes your hand.

“Here? There’s a lot of people, and I don’t know how to dance” you whisper nervously.

“It’s okay, I’ll lead, and it’ll be just us. Please?” He whispers back, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Okay” you whisper back, smiling. He stands up, pulling you up with him by your hands before leading you to the dance floor.

Once he finds a spot for you two on the dance floor, he turns towards you and snakes his right arm around your waist on your left, pulling you closer. He keeps your right hand entwined with his as he pulls you closer. You instinctually place your left hand on his right shoulder to study yourself as he pulls you close.

“Like this?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“Yeah, just like that. Now follow me” he says quietly as he starts swaying side to side with you. You can easily keep up with this, and it feels nice being so close to him like this.

“See, you’re doing just fine” he whispers, smiling down at you.

“Well I have a good teacher” you smile, blushing slightly as you compliment him. He doesn’t miss it this time and it gives him the confidence he needs.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about” he says quietly as he makes eye contact with you as he continues to guide the two of you.

“Oh? What is it?” You ask, feeling a little nervous.

“I’ve been a little nervous to bring this up, but um. I’ve fallen for you. I’m not sure exactly when, all I know is it was slow, but hit me all at once. And I hope you feel the same. Will you be my girlfriend?” He whispers to you, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Oh Min” you sigh, looking at him with all the love in the world. “Of course I will, I love you too” you smile as you whisper to him.

“You do?” He smiles at you,icing his hand from your waist to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I definitely do” you say, smiling even wider as you lean into his touch.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t” you chuckle.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek as you slowly stop swaying, leaning in and placing his soft, pillowy lips against yours, kissing you deeper than expected. He may not be one to always vocalize how he feels, but you can tell through this kiss just how much he loves you. You move your hand to cup his face too as you deepen the kiss for a moment.

And then you hear the loud hooting and cheering from the boys to your left.

“YES!! Finally!” Jisung yells.

“About time hyung” you hear Seungmin shout.

“Get a room you two!” you surprisingly hear I.N holler.

You chuckle as you pull back, nearly forgetting where you are. You tuck your face into his neck, embarrassed at his members teasing.

“You know, I think we’ll do just that!” Minho yells back. You pull back, looking at him in surprise and see his signature smirk on his face before you feel him take your hand and take off, dragging you out of the room with him towards the exit of the building.

“Where are we going?!” You ask, laughing as you try to keep up.

“To get a room” he says as he opens the car door for you. “We have quite a bit to catch up on, and for that, I don’t want them interrupting” he says with a dark smirk as he pulls you into a brief but intense kiss before smacking your ass as he pulls back and ushers you into the car.

Getting a room didn’t sound too and at all.

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Choreographing Romance

Hoshi One Shot

Summary: after Hybe decided your girl group needs a new concept you’re having a hard time changing your image. Could Hoshi just be the dance coach you need?

Warnings: sensual undertones, use of the word sexy.

wc: 1.9k

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You did the steps again and again and again and they just weren’t clicking. You huffed in frustration as you furiously drank your water. How after two weeks was this choreo not making sense for you. Everyone else in your group had it down pat at this point but you had to stay late just to keep practicing.

You were a newer girl group under HYBE you’d only debuted two years ago. So far the group had only done cute concepts, and you in fact were the designated cute member. Even though you were one of the oldest members it didnt bother you, you’d been called cute your whole life and you just owned it. But now the company wanted to see something different since the group was beginning to mature. They asked your team to put together a Girl Crush concept.

You weren’t particularly nervous about the group’s shift into maturity, it was probably overdue honestly. All of you were in your 20’s now, and your members were relieved to finally show the fans your sexy side. Your issue was that you didn’t know how to find yours. Your choreographer spent hours yelling at you for dancing like a robot and that he’d never been so let down by you before. You didn’t cry though, you stopped crying when you were a trainee. In this line of work nothing could be taken personally.

So here you were, in the practice room after midnight. You hit the play button on your phone again and let the song blare through the speakers. Again, again, again. You tried to listen to the choreographer’s advice and “learn what makes you feel hot” and to channel that, but you had no idea what that could be for you. If you were being honest you never felt like that, you always just embraced your baby face. Even now as an adult people mistake you for a high schooler. You lied on the floor and groaned, you were ready to just be flamed by your members, your staff and the fans for how horrible your performance was gonna be this comeback.

“Uhhhmm hello?” You looked up to see Hoshi enter the room.

“Shit” you silently cursed to yourself as you pulled yourself up off the floor. You looked at the time, 1am. “Sorry” Hoshi said “I just booked the room for tonight.”

“No you’re fine, I wasn’t keeping track of the time.” You said as you started to collect your things in your duffel bag.

“What’s got you down.” He asked as he put his own things down.

“It’s nothing I’m just having some trouble with new choreo.”

Hoshi looked genuinely surprised “really?” He said “you’re a great dancer.”

You felt your ears get hot, nobody knew it but Hoshi had been your work crush for a while. He had been ever since he helped choreograph your debut song. “Yeah” you continued “it’s just we’re trying something different and it’s just harder for me than I thought it would be.”

“Could I see it? I might be able to help.”

You laughed “yeah sure but not even the choreographer can help me.”

Hoshi smiled “well they aren’t me.”

You took a deep breath as you played your music again and started from the top. You cringed at yourself as you tried to do the sexy moves in front of him. It was already embarrassing to do in front of everyone else, your crush was so much worse though.

Once you were done you took out your phone to show him a video of the choreographer doing the dance. “This is how it’s supposed to look” you said. He nodded “I mean you have the moves down but you’re just not feeling them.”

“Yeah that’s my problem, I don’t really know how to channel that uhm…energy.”

He thought for a moment “okay uhmm well how do you normally dance at the club?”

“I don’t really go often and when I do I just jump.”

Hoshi giggled “you’re an idol known for your dancing and you just bop around at the club?”

You looked down at your feet, this couldn’t get more embarrassing.

“Oh no I don’t mean it like that, I’m just shocked that you aren’t feeling yourself in this concept.”

“I feel like you’re the only one that feels that way.”

“I mean you’re hot.” He said matter of factly.

You felt your whole body freeze, no one ever calls you that, and suddenly your crush and the hottest idol you know is saying it to you. “I…uhm…thanks.” You weren’t sure what else to say. “I’ll just leave you to it” you said as you picked up your bag.”

“Wait” he said after you “I wanna help.”

You shook your head “I’m not sure, I mean I’m just almost ready to have a bad comeback.”

He took your bag from you and put it back on the floor “absolute nonsense, I was there for you from the beginning I’m not gonna stop now.” You gave him a small smile. He was always so sweet, it was no wonder everyone loved him.

“Alright so really think, when was there a time where you felt really cool and hot, and don’t tell me it’s never happened.” He said. You thought really hard and then it hit you. “Oh actually a few weeks ago I was shopping and I tried on this one dress for fun and I felt…yknow.” You looked down again, why was it so hard for you to just say it.

“Come on y/n don’t be shy, you can’t be if you want to get this dance right.”

You exhaled “I felt sexy.” You mumbled. “Perfect!” Hoshi exclaimed “keep that thought in your head and do the dance again.”

“I took a selfie, do you think if I looked at the picture it could help?” You asked. To your surprise his ears turned red “y-yeah that could probably help.”

You opened your camera roll and found it, you really did feel sexy in that dress even if it was just for fun. Hoshi shuffled closer to you “would it be okay if I saw.” You just silently nodded as you showed him your phone. You felt like this entire encounter with him was so awkward and he’d never talk to you again after tonight. He stared at the picture without saying anything

“I uhm I think it could help me.” You finally said after too long of a silence. Hoshi blinked a few times, as if he’d been asleep and he just woke up.

“Yeah absolutely, let’s see the dance again now!” He said his voice going higher than you’d ever heard before. You ignored it though, you wanted so badly to get this right so you wouldn’t be the laughing stock of your group for the next few months.

You played the song again for what felt like the millionth time tonight. As you danced you tried to shake off the awkwardness, you tried to forget about the cute image you’ve always had. You just thought about how you felt the day you tried on that dress. You looked at Hoshi from the corner of your eye to see if he noticed a difference. He was so quiet and still, he just watched you with a blank look on his face. He’d helped you with choreo before, but he never gave such a little reaction before.

Once you were finally done, and you were panting and covered in sweat from being so tired you looked at him. “Was that any better?” You asked. He nodded, the only thing that moved on his face were his eyes, they had something in them you hadn’t seen before.

“Could I just make a note?” He asked.

“Yeah sure I need all the help I could get.”

He walked close to you “the uhm chorus” he continued “that’s the point move right?”

You nodded.

“I think you just need more fluidity there, yknow pretend your body is made of water.”

You went to the chorus of the song and hit play, the move was a body roll, and he was right you were still a bit stiff. You did it a few more times.

“Would it be okay if I guided you?” He asked.

You could feel that blush creeping back on your cheeks “yeah that’s, that is absolutely fine.” You heard your voice crack, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were nervous. You’d known him for some time but you had never been so close to him until now. He snaked his hands around your waist “play it again” he said close to your ear. You felt goosebumps on your neck.

You played the chorus again, and he used his hands to guide your body in the right way. The move looked much more fluid with his help.

Once it was over you both just stood there staring at the mirror in front of you. His hands were still on your waist, and both of your faces were red.

You turned around to face him, still in his arms. He stared down at you and did something you would have never expected. He kissed you.

You had no idea how long the kiss lasted but you just leaned into it. It felt much more natural than you assumed. He guided you, it almost felt like a dance in itself. Once you finally pulled away from each other you both smiled.

“Sorry” he said “that’s not how I wanted to do that.”

“What?” You asked, had he wanted to kiss you before?

“I mean I like you y/n i probably have since I met you.”

You were perplexed, never did you think Hoshi would like you back.

“I-I like you too, admittedly even before we met.”

He laughed “I knew it, you were a fan so you just had to train at Hybe.”

“Well now you can say you’re my fan.”

He smiled at you again “you got me there, yknow you’re probably my bias.”

“Oh god please never say that again.”

You both laughed. Then his phone pinged. “Shit the guys are on their way.”

“Oh like all of them?”

He nodded “yeeaahhh I came here an hour early to play around with new choreo to teach them but….we know how that turned out.”

“It’s been an hour already?!” You checked your phone and sure enough it was 2am. “Shit I’ve got to get to sleep I have to be at a radio show like crazy early.

You started to rush out but then turned around before opening the door “are you busy this time tomorrow night?”

Hoshi shook his head “nope I’ve got a free night, why do you wanna kiss some more?” He jokingly winked at you. He was such a dork which was also why you liked him. “If you come to my dorm I can cook you a fabulous meal of instant ramen and we can watch some high class entertainment such as anime off a pirated site.”

“Sounds like a date.” You gave each other a smile again before you headed out of the practice room. You were happy you left when you did because you passed by a few members of Seventeen on your way out of the building. You know Hoshi would never hear the end of it if they walked in and you were still in the room.

As you laid in your bed for the night you got a text, you opened it to see it was from him.

maybe you could show me that dance again tomorrow night ;)

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[joeyquinndrabz]

That’s my girl- Joseph Quinn X Reader

TW: N/A

AN: My dad surprised me with paramore tickets for their Manchester show KICKING AND SCREAMING!! Character very much inspired by the goddess herself, Hayley Williams. Character sings “still into you and ain’t it fun” (I’m not a basic fan before anyone attacks be i just wanted to use songs people would know ltfb and figure 8 are favourite songs atm🥲)

y/b/n- your bands name

“On stage in 5,4,3-“ The screams from outside were deafening, people had come from far and wide to see your band perform. This included your own family and friends, it was a big event in your career. Your band had been offered to perform at Hyde Park and seeing you were all from London, it made perfect sense to finish your worldwide tour where you felt the happiest, home.

Tickets sold out within a minute, people had fought for their tickets and you were determined to make it the best show possible for them. You’d been in the limelight from a very young age, your band found fame at 15 in 2009. Today was the 14th year anniversary of “y/b/n” and this felt like the perfect opportunity to celebrate with the people who got you here.

There was a vip stand full of your family and friends, eagerly waiting to watch you do your thing after not seeing you for so long due to the tour. This included Joe. You’d been on tour for 6 months, thankfully he was in America at the same time or you genuinely think you would’ve gone insane. However, you hadn’t seen him since and hadn’t seen him today because he’d been in Italy hours prior to the concert starting. He’d brought his film camera, determined to get some footage of you in your element. It brought comfort to him when he looked back at them when you were away, in a way it felt as if you were with him even though you were on the other side of the globe.

“1.” The countdown had ended and you all ran on stage, the screams getting louder. Click track in ear and the music beginning to play, you knew it was time to give your all. Singing and dancing around the stage, you looked over at the stands your family were in and saw Joe and Wes going crazy singing along and jumping up and down. You laughed down the mic and had to stop singing for a split second to compose yourself, they noticed and screamed “LOVE YOU” to which you responded with an air kiss and carried on rocking out.

The final bridge appeared. “Baby not a day goes by that I’m not into you.” You pointed over at Joe and he sang it right back at you, grinning from ear to ear. You noticed your dad dancing with your mum and Wes n Chloe screaming the lyrics at each other with pints in their hands. This was home.

Finally the song finished and the whole of Hyde Park was screaming and bellowing your names. You laughed in disbelief and took it all in, the lights and posters, the little groups of people with different journeys with your music. It all finally felt right, you’d been so homesick on tour so you’d found it hard to genuinely appreciate what was happening during shows because your mind and heart were thinking of somewhere else. Here. Home.

You went into your next song, same energy and same reaction from the crown. Pure elation. It felt like a giant party and there was no stopping this one.

Once the second song came to an end, it was time for you to speak to all those people. But this time, you didn’t feel anxious. “Londonnn.” You shouted down the mic which gained a roar from the audience, jumping and waving at you. “We’re home.” You shouted again running around the stage as your guitarist joined you and your drummer smashed his symbols. The audience were wild at this point, screaming all sorts.

“We’ve got a proper party in store for you, you ready to dance Hyde Park?” You asked, pointing your mic to the crowd who were definitely ready. Your eyes drifted to the stands and you saw Joe and your mum in a tight hug, waving at you with admiration plastered on their faces. You sent them a heart with your hands and you performed the rest of your set.

In-between some songs you continued speaking to the crowd, laughing and dancing along with them. You were on a high.

2 hours later the show had come to an end.

“London you have been incredible.” You smiled out to the audience and noticed some tears from a few of them, you were aware your music meant a lot to people but seeing it first hand was a feeling like no other. “Massive thank you to you all, it’s 14 years today of y/b/n and we genuinely would not be here without you, you and especially you.” You’d been pointing and on the last few words of your sentence your finger was aimed at the stands. “Every single one of you up there are the reason we do what we do and I love you all so much.” Joe was tearing up and so was everyone up there with him. “Fucking hell mate shes made it.” Wes laughed with tears in his eyes, giving Joe a side hug as Joe laughed along with tears of his own.

“Writing this album took a lot out of us, we were tired and not the nicest of people because of it.” Your whole band laughed as your bassist played a falling scale to add to the words you’d just spoken. “There were two people in particular who had to take the brunt of my this tiredness and I can’t thank them enough.” You saw them both with tears in their eyes and it seemed to catch on to you like a yawn, your eyes were glazing over.

“I’m not gonna say too much or I’ll cry like a baby, but, Joe, Wes. I love you both so much.” The crown cheered for them and they blew you kisses whilst mouthing their own “I love yous” and with that you started some banter with the crowd to lift the mood again and started your last song. “Ain’t it fun” was truly a feel good tune and the audience were picking up on the frequencies, their bodies danced and sang like never before. Your dad was dancing up and down with Joe, drinks in hand and it was like you had your own personal show. Your guitarist mimicked them and mirrored their dance moves, a beautiful moment with beautiful people.

The last symbol smashed and with that you waved your goodbyes, hugged one and other and ran off stage. You were all on such a high and you couldn’t wait to be in Joes embrace, the butterflies you felt on the first date 8 years ago reappeared.

Your family and friends had been escorted backstage to the pop up bar that management surprised you with as a goodbye your present. Everyone was mingling but you just wanted to see one person and soon you did. His eyes met yours and a massive grin came on both your faces, you ran up to him and his arms outstretched to grab you. “Oh my gosh you were incredible.” Joe whispered into your ear as you both stood in each others embrace, squeezing tighter than you’d ever done before. “I’m sorry I’m so sweaty.” You giggled as he brushed your hair out your face with his two hands with a chuckle. “Sweetheart don’t be silly, you’ve been dancing for nearly 3 hours straight im not expecting you to be dry.” You both laughed, you were disgusting in love but no one cared. They loved it. “Did you like the show?” You asked, anxious of his reaction. “Hated it.” He said, monotone face and he let go of you. You eyebrows furrowed with confusion but confusion didn’t last long, Joe came close again to swing you around, a squeal escaping your lips. “I bloody loved it, I’ve never been so proud of you.” He kissed you firmly on the lips over and over again before holding you close again.

“Sorry to break it up lovebirds but I’d love some time with the rockstar herself.” Wes joked from beside you both, you squealed again in excitement and quickly turned to hug Wes who shook you from side to side. “My beautiful best friend you are INCREDIBLE!.” Wes shouted, earning a hearty chuckle from both you and Joe. “Bring it in brother.” Wes opened up his other arm and soon enough you were in a group hug with the people you loved the most.

You popped your head up from the middle to look up at them both. “Can I have a pint now?” You queried.

“She’s back!” Wes laughed as Joe chuckled into your hair.

[shatterinseconds]

just one dance

a drabble for @vldkoganes who asked for pining Keith in some sort of prince AU.

“May I have this dance?” Lance asks Keith, hands placed behind his back as he smiles at him. His eyes twinkle in delight when Keith snaps his full attention to him.

Keith looks at Altea’s newly appointed ambassador to Marmora in masked surprise. There’s a reason why Altea is his favorite kingdom to negotiate with, and he would not put it past Queen Allura to have specifically appointed Lance to deal with him, except there’s no way she can know Keith’s type—a cocky flirt, a firestarter. And even more unfortunate for Keith, Lance is exactly the type of person who can go head to head with him and has a decent chance of winning. 

With most ambassadors from other kingdoms, Keith can get them to cower under his scowl alone and usually walks away with a decent deal that favors Marmora. Lance is a whole other challenge. He always has Altea’s best interests at heart and refuses to budge on a deal that teeters any other way. Allura is very lucky to have him. He can throw barbs as well as he can take them. Nothing seems to phase him, and the more Keith’s ire increases, so does Lance’s infuriating grin. 

The entire essence of Lance is infuriating. 

Keith hates how much he can’t let it go. 

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” Lance’s brows knit in confusion. He waves a hand behind him. “This is a ball where people dance.”

Keith absolutely hates balls. It doesn’t matter if he has to throw it himself as Crown Prince of Marmora or whether he’s invited to someone else's. Tonight is one he hosts, and for the last ten minutes he’s been trying to figure out how to escape from his own party with Shiro, his guard, giving him a disapproving look every time he tries to make a break for it.

“I meant why me?” Keith clarifies with a frown, arms crossed and guarded.

“Because you’ve been standing here like a statue all night, and I think it’s honestly scaring your guests.”

Keith has never had anyone other than Shiro speak to him in such a flippant manner. Even from the first day, Lance refused to address him formally after their initial meeting, unless he’s teasing him. It’s thrilling. A relief. Keith tilts his head. “You’re not scared.”

“I could never be scared of you.” Lance flashes him another cocky smile. “So do you want to enjoy my company or not?”

Keith rolls his eyes but takes Lance’s arm when it’s offered. People part for them as they walk onto the dance floor before filling in the spaces around them. He hears the whispers and catches the stares. Lance remains unphased and Keith does as well. It’s well known that Keith usually never partakes in these formal events, and now here he is in the middle of the ballroom with the ambassador he can’t seem to ever say no to.

“You look really handsome tonight,” Lance whispers as they fold into the dance. His arm is around Keith’s waist, warm and a comforting weight. Keith keeps his gaze locked on their clasped hands, trying to stay in time with the music, because the minute he looks at Lance’s face—with his dazzling smile and windswept hair—he’ll trip.

“Oh, thank you.” Keith’s cheeks redden at the compliment, not used to one so genuine. “S-so do you.”

“Hm,” Lance hums in agreement. He chuckles a little when Keith does step out of tune but swiftly corrects him so no one around notices. 

Automatically, they draw closer to each other throughout the dance, heads bowed in their own private conversation even though they haven’t said anything else. Keith breathes him in—a mulled scent of the ocean that still clings to him from Altea under a more present flowery soap—and that is enough. When the song ends, Lance steps back from him, and suddenly, Keith feels cold.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Your Highness.” Lance smirks, bowing, and reaches out to kiss the back of Keith’s hand. He stares straight at Keith, a hint of blush on his brown skin. “Thank you for the dance.” 

And just like that, Keith struggles to function for the rest of the evening. 

[eventinelysplayground]

One Last Dance

This story was loosely inspired by the song Just One Last Dance by Sarah Connor (YouTube link provided). That song just brought Nokto to mind and then I got this idea from it and the serious feels it gave off, I had started it months ago but finally pulled it together. The story pulls a tiny bit from Nokto's route in general as well as chapter 19s premium story and his chapter 0. Don't have to have read the later two to enjoy it as always just a nice tie in. WC approx 1305.

Nokto leaned against the doorframe and watched as Emma stood in front of the mirror gazing at her reflection. The dress was new but familiar, a recreation of the dress she wore the very first night as Belle.

Nokto: You're quite the looker you know, and you look extra nice tonight.

Emma: Nokto!

Emma turned at his voice and Nokto couldn't help but let his gaze wander over her whole body and he smirked when he noticed the faintest blush to her cheeks even after all these years.

Nokto: May I have the honor of escorting you, my lady?

He noticed Emma looked skeptical but she took his outstretched hand and let him lead her away. They walked through the palace halls until they came into view of the ballroom doors. There were servants stationed at them that bowed and quickly opened the doors as they approached.

Nokto: You can retire after you've closed the doors behind us.

Servants: Yes your majesty.

Inside the ballroom a small table was set up decorated with candles and roses. A light meal was set out on it and Emma's long time maid stood quietly by. Seated at the piano fussing with sheet music was Yves' son.

Emma: Nokto what is all this? I hope you didn't go through too much trouble, you know what the Dr said…

Nokto lightly placed a finger on Emma's lips.

Nokto: I promise you I didn't overexert myself. I just felt like doing something special, that's all.

Many things may have changed over the decades but Emma's bright eyes remained the same as they were that first day they met. He could see she was concerned for him and he gave her a sly grin. He knew for a little while now that he was almost out of time and that's why he had planned out this night for the two of them. They ate and reminisced about their life while soft music played. Once the meal was over the maid picked up the dishes and bowed before leaving.

Nokto and Emma were completely alone except for their nephew. The music stopped and a livelier louder tune started. Nokto stood up and took Emma by the hand leading her to the middle of the dance floor.

Emma: Nokto…

Nokto shrugged at Emma's frown as he placed his hand around her waist.

Nokto: You know if we dance then you won't ruin the mood with that frown of yours.

Emma: I'm not frowning.

Nokto: You've always been a bad liar.

Nokto couldn't help laughing as Emma's frown turned into a pout. They danced in silence for a while before Emma spoke.

Emma: Are you wearing your old outfit or did you have it remade like mine?

Nokto: It's a new shirt and vest but the rest is original. It's a shame your original dress got torn so badly.

Emma: It's fine, honestly I'm surprised it wasn't us that ripped it.

Nokto laughed at Emma's whispered words.

Nokto: Maeve could have had better taste in men but oh well. Let that jangler’s son learn how expensive not waiting to remove a dress can be.

Emma: Speaking from experience?

Nokto: Hmmm we did damage an awful lot of your dresses early on.

Nokto was happy to see Emma with a genuine smile. Lately her smiles were always tinged with sadness and he hated it, just then the sunset glow caught Emma's face and Nokto sighed.

Nokto: I still remember the first time I saw you. You were standing on the palace steps looking up at it in wonder.

Emma: That was so long ago now.

Nokto: I guess so.

Emma: Hey Nokto, what was your first thought about me? Knowing you it was probably something dirty.

Nokto startled at the sudden question.

Nokto: Honestly I thought you were bad news.

Emma: What?

Nokto: It was your eyes, they've always been so bright and curious and pure. I couldn't stand to meet your gaze. It was like you were light and I was darkness and the two can't coexist.

Emma: I see.

Nokto: What about you, I know you didn't think I was a real prince but what about your first thought?

Emma: Oh, well… honestly I thought I should stay far away from you and I spent most of that first night regretting ever getting into the carriage with you.

Nokto just grinned as Emma looked away from him in embarrassment. He wondered momentarily how different the last forty two years would have been had they listened to their first instincts. They continued to dance in silence for another short while before Nokto spoke.

Nokto: I wonder what the next Belle will be like.

Emma: I'm still a bit surprised you left Jared in charge of choosing her he's barely eighteen.

Nokto: Well I figured with his connections to the position. I mean being the grandson of one Belle and the nephew of another he has a certain understanding of the role nobody else does.

Emma: Ya that's true.

Nokto: Jared told me a few days ago he thinks he found her.

Emma: I didn't know that.

Nokto: Ya, at least everything should go smoothly this way. Well until the boys get a hold of her anyways, I hope she's strong enough for it.

Emma: I'm sure she'll be fine. I mean I survived the eight of you.

Nokto: True there were eight of us but only one sly fox, she has two to deal with.

Emma: Yes but they have five older sisters who won't hesitate to put them in their places if they get out of hand. Some of your brothers well…

Nokto could hear the sadness starting to come through in Emma's voice as she paused to compose herself.

Nokto: I don't want you to worry, ok. You have our kids and you still have Evie and Clavis. How the hell Clavis is out living me I'll never understand. I thought his wife would have poisoned him decades ago just to get away from him but I guess running off to Jade worked just as well.

Emma: Nokto…

Nokto: It's okay Emma. Truthfully had I never met you I would have been dead a long time ago you know the kinds of stuff I used to do. Instead I had forty two years of the most unpredictable and amazing life. All of it happened because you gave me your love. I still wonder sometimes why you ever gave it to me.

Emma: Once I got to know the real you I never had a choice. You had stolen my heart before I even realized it.

Nokto: Even now you still outclass me.

Nokto pulled Emma closer to him and they continued to dance. When the song came to an end Nokto turned towards their nephew and gave him a slight nod. At that signal their nephew got up from the piano and left the ballroom, closing the door behind him.

Emma: Oh, I guess we should head back then.

Nokto: Not quite yet. Just one last dance, just the two of us. Please?

Nokto waited for Emma to nod before he started leading her in another dance, the same one as the first one they danced all those nights ago at the Dukes party. It was like all the intervening years had melted away and he saw her as she had been back then, back before everything so unexpected had happened. Nokto leaned in close and brought his lips to Emma's ear.

Nokto: I told you back on the first night we ever made love I could lose myself in you. I've never been so happy to have been so lost, I love you Emma.

Emma: I love you too, Nokto.

Nokto pulled back and gave Emma a sly, seductive grin before kissing her deeply.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals: Way Down

Geoff's cover of Way Down was released on the 4th of June, 2022, and it is one of my 3 favourite videos (no particular ranking/order) on his channel so far! I might hit image limit for this one, I'm not sure, but I'm not gonna try and be conservative with my screenshot taking, because this video is too much fun! So let's go!

This was filmed at Pattycake Productions Studios, and I wanna know who was in charge of/helped with set design for this one. Was it Geoff? Was he the one that made the mess? 😝😂

Ayyyy

(And yes, that genuinely is the track image/graphic for the track on Spotify and other music streaming platforms!)

*looks left, nobody there*

*looks right, nobody there*

"Alright down I go!" 😂

Thumbnail moment! (Also he kinda looks a bit different with his hair like that doesn't he?)

Geoff says in the description of this: "I had a LOT of fun making this one, and I hope ya'll enjoyed it too, despite the um...terrible dancing." It certainly does look like he had a ton of fun with this one, but I beg to differ on the "terrible dancing" bit! He enjoyed himself, he looked amazing, and I love every second of this video! Terrible my foot!

He just looks so happy in this video!!!

Honestly I kinda sorta wanna learn this choreography (or at least parts of it) myself, but I don't exactly have enough empty space in my house to be spinning around a broom like he does at one point here 😅

(And of course I have to give a shoutout to Eli "lighting whiz" Jacobson for the lighting design!)

Speaking of Eli, that's a hella strong eyebrow raise! Eli got competition! 😝

(Also kinda jealous because my eyebrows absolutely refuse to work independently of each other like that, rip)

Right, so the first glove comes on at about 1:24...

(Also lighting change on the curtains in the background!)

Hey there, Jeff! Nothing to see here! 😁

Hi, Jeoph! 😋

I'm not posting a screenshot of it, but if you've seen the video (of course you have, that's why you're here reading this), you know FULL WELL what Jeoph and Jeff are reacting to here 🤣

Geoff really did that, he really put it in the video and everything! (We have to stan, obviously)

Geoff did the chair-walk(?) dance move thing! Not easy to do, especially with chairs like that on a smooth, glossy/shiny floor, and it looks like he only just landed that based on the way it cuts away, but still, I'm impressed!

Jeoph and Jeff are impressed/surprised, too! 😄

And the whole janitor outfit/uniform gets removed at about 1:58, meaning those gloves were worn for just a little over 30 seconds 🤣

(Also nice shirt 👀)

Rip Jeff

Jeoph: Waayyyyy dooowwwnn

Jeff: "wait since when could you sing like that? And when were you going to tell me?" 😂

(Joke stolen from a Youtube comment, just too good)

No amount of screencaps could do it justice but goddamn Geoff's hips do not lie in this video! He got moves! (Sure, he has people to help him with choreography (shoutout to Chris Dupre for this one!), but knowing a choreography routine is one thing; being able to do it and do it well is another)

"Oh uh, hey there boss! What a surprise to see you here! Nothing much happening right now, totally!"

*swoon*

Someone in some Youtube comment, on a reaction video I think, referred to Geoff "flirting with the camera" in this video, and I was like "hey yeah, he's totally flirting with the camera here!" (do it more)

Man, if I had a nickel for every time there was a brown-haired dude living in Florida who was good at singing and sometimes did songs with "clones" of himself, who had different names/nicknames and interacted with each other, well, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice!

(Even weirder is that the other guy used to be one of my previous hyperfixations, and when I eventually got around to watching this video last year, I kind of got a feeling of "oh no it's happening again!" 😂😅)

Yes I love him, what about it?

So apparently the names/nicknames for these three came from the various incorrect ways that Geoff has seen his name spelled. And it's like... okay, "Jeff", yes, I've seen that on a couple or so Voiceplay videos (his name is literally in the description! And there are always comments that talk about him! (but it is still the somewhat more common spelling of the name I guess)), "Goff" is likely just a missed-letter typo, but "Jeoph"? Jeoph??? Who the heck came up with that misspelling? 🤣

"Way onnnnn d o o o w w w n n n n" (subharmonic C1!!!!)

And yes, I've officially hit picture limit, so no screencaps of the mini bonus scene at the end - you'll just have to go (re)watch that part yourself! 😁

Can you believe that Geoff does not only the singing and performing on screen, but also the arranging, producing, and editing for his covers too? And he directs or co-directs them!

This video is 3 minutes of complete and utter serotonin and I love it. I really hope we get to see more of Geoff dancing in 2024, whether on his channel or with Voiceplay. And honestly with the super-wide variety of music content across the two channels, it's entirely possible!

[jonghyunsfriend]

i am interested in your shinee concert experience pls show/tell me everything

sorry for responding late i had a Lot To Say and this took me a while! but yes !! i’ll do a read more because this will be long lol

so firstly i saw shinee in dallas for the fanmeet and for SWV! the fanmeet was july 31, 2016 (i have the official poster hanging up in my room lol) and the concert was march 24, 2017 (i get reminders that i took a lot of photos that day still).

so unfortunately i think my photos and vids from the fanmeet specifically might be lost to time? because i had a different phone and it wasnt an iphone however if i remember correctly it wasn’t very long only about an hour and a half and they only played about 5-6 songs since it was a fanmeet. they had a segment where they called fans onstage to guess what song was playing and they got to stand onstage with the members!! we also had banners we held up during the last song for taemin’s birthday ❤️ at the end end, the girl i sat next to had a poster saying she was minho’s biggest fan or something along those lines and i think shawols know he always stays onstage the longest after they finish to say goodbye to everyone lol so everyone around her was frantically waving their lightsticks to get him to see and he saw it and pointed at her and smiled it was sooooo cute!!

i dont have much merch from the fanmeet but i have the poster (its just their main photo from view with black text stating the fanmeet info on it)

i’ve had the same phone since december of 2016 so i def have the photos and vids from swv!!!! i went with some of my close friends at the time and my brother and i was SAWBING the whole time it was so embarrassing … anyway to warn anyone i was in an obstructed seat which at concerts means my view was a bit more limited (in my case i was at the very far left if the stage like last seats of the row situation). also this concert is very memorable to me because not only was it a full length concert (shineeworlds are notoriously like 3 entire hours) but i also surprised my brother with the tickets on his birthday the week before ❤️ he had literally no idea until then that we were going and we cried for like an hour when i told him LMAO

i have a BUNCH of shinee world 5 merch like i bought almost everything LOL and i’m soooooo glad i did in hindsight because i genuinely thought theyd tour more and obviously a lot has happened since march of 2017 so i’m really thankful to have had the opportunity and experience of seeing them ! if i ever want to move on from shinee merch i am 1000% raffling it off to tumblr friends !

in terms of the photos i’ll post i want to apologize because they are really bad quality 1. i had those obscured seats 2. i took most of my photos while recording too! 3. i can only post a few here but i took hundreds and a dozen videos!

big takeaways from seeing them live were: onew sounds even better live than recorded! jonghyun is goofy and charismatic! key is so funny and spoke english the whole time and also his head was really big (i’m sorry diva but it’s true 😇 ily)! minho absolutely adores shawol and always has! taemin flows and dances like well oiled machine its beautiful! they are absolutely fucking amazing live, they put every ounce into every single song they perform and genuinely want to make the fans enjoy the experience its so fucking fun!!!

my last thing! here is the setlists from the fanmeet and from swv for archival purposes and in case anyone was curious!

[lucidreamer-uwu]

With You, For You [Featuring the demon brothers]

HAVE YOU LISTENED TO THE LATEST SONG BY THE OBEY ME! BOYS, "WITH YOU"??? If you haven't, what are you doing????? LISTEN TO IT NOW IT WILL MAKE YOU MELT! This fic is inspired by the song "With You" by the Obey Me! Boys! Was literally listening to the song on repeat and got emotional over it as I was writing this so I HIGHLY recommend that you listen to the song first then read this while listening to the song ~ Anyway, enjoy!

Genres: Fluffy fluff, smol angst (bc I can't help myself but involve angst in legitimately everything HAHSDHA)

Summary: You come home to a surprise when the brothers sing you a heartfelt song that they themselves made just for you. You were feeling down lately up to the point where they started to worry, so they wanted to make you smile.

The lights of the House of Lamentation was dimmer than usual, yet the atmosphere felt calm and serene. It was contrast to its usual state. You had just come back from getting groceries for the week since it was your turn to go.

After making a quick stop to the kitchen to unload the bags of grocery items, you curiously explore the house, trying to find anyone really. It was suspicious enough that it was too quiet, but why was Beel not in the kitchen at this time? It's his usual schedule to be there by now, but he wasn't.

As you walk the halls, you start to hear a faint melody when you neared the living room.

*"With You" starts playing*

A piano note starts to play. Is that Belphie's voice? You ask yourself when you heard mellow singing. It was followed by Asmo's silky smooth voice, then Levi's low-modulated one came afterwards. You were confused, but you followed their singing until you find yourself face to face with all the brothers dressed up in suits and holding each their own wireless microphones as background music played from out of nowhere.

You sensed magic in the air. It wasn't the same magic that you usually feel around the house or the whole of Devildom, it was more subtle and delicate. It felt like love. Pure love.

"With you" The pause made your heart race. "My love forever..." They sing in harmony, synchronizing their tunes to blend in an augmented rhythm. Music danced along with the brothers' voices, reinforcing their charisma.

As they continued to sing the chorus of the unfamiliar, but heartfelt song, a pang in your heart made your chest throb as you heard the brothers sing in front of you, their eyes, all fixated on you alone. You've never seen them wear such serious faces before. What's going on?

Mammon, despite the inconsistent eye contact he held with you, had a light tint of red across his face. Nevertheless, he seemed sincere with his singing. Satan, for the first time ever, did not have a cynical smile plastered on his face. He looked vulnerable and genuinely seemed like he meant every word that came out of his mouth. Beel's smile lit up the whole place, outshining any other light that emerged from the sides of the dimmed room. Lucifer sang with such grace, it was enough to make you weak in the knees. Asmo was always emotional and now wasn't an exception, but the soft look in his eyes made his smile glow in a way you've never seen before. You knew Levi had a great voice, but you never knew that one day you'd be able to hear him sing YOU a song without stuttering or backing out. And Belphie was giving the performance his best, wholeheartedly smiling with utmost affection he made clear and obvious for you.

Their voices converge once more, bringing the music they made together more influence, causing you to sway.

"With you. My love forever..."

It suddenly became hard to swallow, as if you were trying to ingest a large pebble down your throat. You felt your hands grow cold as you clasped them together close to your chest. The familiar feeling of tears that welled up behind your eyes emerged from its sides, threatening to fall.

You don't know what was happening right now or why the brothers were doing this for you, but every second of this moment was meant to be savored. You would remember this day, this moment, for the rest of your life, and for all of time. You were sure of it. This magical moment was more than just a dream.

Belphie and Asmo approaches you as they sing, taking your hand and leading you to the center of the room to stand in the middle of everybody. You were within the brothers' close range, and it made your face heat up immensely despite your glossy, teary eyes.

As they each sing a line for you, they came close to say it to your face to show their sincerity. Your tears had long fallen from your eyes, and each time they did, one of the brothers would wipe them away, caressing your face in the process.

*"With You" stops playing*

The song ends in a satisfying note and you were left to look anywhere but at them. How could you face them in the state you were currently in? You couldn't.

"O-oi-!" Mammon stutters. You could practically feel the way he was just as flustered as you were. "Whaddya think you're doing, human?" He'd try to play it off cool. "Oooh~! Do you like our little surprise for you, my dear MC~?" Asmo, hugs you, reverting back to his usual self.

Before you could even think of what to say in your speechless state, Lucifer strokes your head. "Did you like it, MC?" He'd ask, and all you could do was nod with more tears welling from your glassy eyes.

In the moment of everything, you were finally able to muster up a few words to ask what this was all about.

"We hear you cry in your room late in the night, MC" Satan points out. Wait what...? Your face heats up for a whole different reason now.

"Yeah, and we didn't wanna be a bother by asking you about it" Belphie yawns, leaning on you. This makes Mammon scowl at his brother, wanting to shove him off of you. But this time he held himself back for your sake.

Hold on. They hear you cry at night? Talk about embarrassing?! You totally thought no one could hear you! You became bashful and everyone could tell.

"Is it because of what the students keep talking about at RAD?" Beel confronts, straightforwardly, earning an unamused face from Levi. "Way to start, Beel" he says, sarcastically.

The students at RAD didn't have anything against you personally, some of them even liked and looked up to you, but they all had one thing in their minds. That the brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, the angels, and even Solomon, were only all over you because of the exchange program. Once you were finished with it, they couldn't care less of what you were getting yourself into. Those thoughts that they shared gradually crept up on you and consumed your head.

It was silent for a moment. Mostly because Beel got it right down to the letter. So you kept your head low, and your finger intertwined with each other. You felt ashamed to doubt the friendship you shared with everyone, but your insecurities got the better of you.

"W-well" Mammon was first to break the silence. Everyone's attention was now on him, including yours. "You're stupid to believe them ya know" he says.

"What...?" You whisper.

Lucifer smiles at Mammon briefly, then to you. "Mammon's right. You are an important part of our lives, MC. Nothing can change that. The student exchange program might have started our relationships with you, but it most certainly won't end it."

You could feel yourself about to break into tears once more, so you cover your eyes with your arm and managed a "thank you" in between hiccups.

"Is that why you all looked so serious just now?" You ask once you've wiped most of the tears away and compose yourself.

"Well, it was Levi's idea" Belphie says. Levi on the other hand starts to panic, eager to find someone else to put in the spot light. "Y-y-yeah, but Mammon did most of the work-!"

"H-ha?! I-it's not like I did much-!" Mammon, blushes as well. "P-Plus! Beel's the one who carried us throughout the song!"

Beel tilts his head at his older brother, then points to Asmo. "I think Asmo made the song better though"

"Oooh~ I know I was the most stunning and everything but did you all see how cute Belphie was when he sang so eagerly~?"

Belphie pouts, slightly embarrassed and looking to the side. "Why me? Satan's the one who was singing with his whole entire existence being poured out..."

Satan pulls a face similar to Belphie's and shuts his eyes, arms crossed. "Go blame Lucifer for that. He was trying to upstage us all and I wasn't about to lose to him"

"I take it that was a compliment?" Lucifer would smile at the fourth born. And just like that, the brothers would go into pointless banters, making the House of Lamentation lively once again.

You could only smile as you cringe at their behavior. Are they really fighting about not being the best? Usually they'd fight about being the best. Instead, they keep passing that honor to one another. Is this normal? Should you be worried?

Meanwhile, you all didn't notice your extra audience peering in from behind the living room doors.

"I must say, that performance was extravagant! The brothers really care about MC that much, huh" Diavolo would whisper, careful not to let you all notice.

"It was splendid indeed, young master." Barbatos would agree. "However, Lucifer would not be fond of us intruding and spying on them like this, my Lord"

Beside the two, the residents of Purgatory Hall poke their heads through the door's little opening. "I wonder what they would do if we kidnapped MC while they're fighting like that. I doubt they'd notice" Solomon shows a scheming smile.

"Let's not do that and let MC handle them like always" Simeon opposed the sorcerer's suggestion with a twinkling smile while Luke frowns below them all. "Those demon brothers should pay more attention to MC! Maybe we should take them!" he says, determined.

"Now now, Luke" Simeon sweat drops. It was slightly worrying how much of an influence Solomon was having on Luke by now. They even sometimes share the same sentiment...

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 - The Iron Throne, Ansur, and the Steel Foundry

(? I checked my entries and I had this written up but I don’t think I ever actually posted it? If it’s a repeat, my apologies:)

My kids weren’t here this weekend so I did a binge, spoilers below.

The Iron Throne… mannnnnn… I guess nothing in Act 3 is easy anymore. Even on my easy-level ass with two whole extra turns, I still found this a pain in the ass. Took me three complete back-to-start reloads to get my strategy right. (strategy was - bring lots of summons and make them do all the fighting, send Shadowheart to get the Duke so that you can heal him before he dies from Mizora’s spiders (if you didn’t have Wyll re-sign a contract, that is), send Astarion and another companion to the right (west side) to release prisoners and Astarion can book it down the hall and loot the two chests, and send your tav and Scratch down the chamber straight ahead (south) to release prisoners, and your tav can book it to Omeluum. By the time I attempted it a third time I had things pretty figured out, and I even managed to grab loot and books. (in case you didn’t, the notes and books indicate they’re doing fucked up psionic / medical experiments on the prisoners, and are soon just going to get rid of them all)

Ulder Ravengard, man. I’m glad we got a chance to explain things to him, and he and Wyll have patched things up, but DAMN I was not impressed with what a dick he was being there at first. Damn Wyll I’m so sorry.

Omeluum is so cute, acting surprised we even bothered to save it. I really like it, it’s such an interesting contrast to the Emperor. On the one hand we have a mindflayer who appears quite alien and speaks in a less relatable impersonal detached way, but its actions are genuinely helpful. Everything it does really does seem to indicate it has quite genuinely given up traditional evil mindflayer pursuits, and it’s even attempting to research a dietary substitute for brains. And then you have this other mindflayer who makes a great big song and dance about being relatable, being trustable, oh it’s an adventurer just like us, look at all these little sentimental objects from its past, oh it wants the same things as us, oh it can show us even a whole different level of intimacy and power… but (in my opinion) this is all standard mindflayer 101 behaviour, 100% just grasping at ambition to eventually situate itself as its own elder brain in the end, and I don’t trust it it at all. Friendship ended with the EMPEROR: now OMELUUM is my best friend.

(it’s so hard using “it” pronouns for the mindflayers! “It” is usually a pronoun for inanimate objects in english, “it” just sounds so rude, I have a hard time saying it, I kind of wish they used “they” instead. But I’m trying!)

After that we snuck back into the Wyrm’s Rock prison and did the Ansur stuff. I think it’s neat that the Emperor is a complicated character and there are some players who like it, but me, my tav is done with its bullshit. More lies by ommision, more babbling about illithid superiority. I told it that it sounded like being an illithid was more important than any of its friendships and it said, quite bluntly, yes, it is. And it keeps blabbering on about its wonderful illithid potential and how it could achieve so many great things, but I haven’t heard it talk too much about what its ultimate plans are, because I’m assuming its plans are along the lines of “one day become an even more powerful elder brain”. Poor Ansur. Look I know planning to kill your good friend / more than friend??? is not… nice… but I’d personally love to hear why Ansur thought that was the only option available. And I get the whole how heart breaking it must be that your closest person in your life can’t accept you after something has happened to you, but… once again… it very bluntly said, being an illithid is more important than its friendships. So. Fuck that. My tav is done. No more squid bullshit. In his head, my tav is planning out how and when they’re going to go and show the orphic hammer to Voss.

So…… after all of that…… I guess Wyll gets what is supposed to be the big conclusion to his arc. Wow. Damn I’m sorry, Wyll. I see now why everyone is complaining about his character. The conversation I had with Wyll was so bizarre and weirdly written… first he’s despairing because Ansur is dead and he feels all hope is lost. The Emperor says well look at it this way, you guys are the heroes who have come this far and done all these great things, Baldur’s Gate doesn’t need a dragon, you can be the winning tide! And then Wyll, immediately, is like oh wow you’re totally right, wow we’re heroes, everyone will hail us as heroes, wheee maybe I’ll even be an arch duke and be powerful! I didn’t know what to say to him, this bizarre conversation and this sudden lust for power from a character who has never expressed an interest in that regard before was weirding me out, so I was like man Wyll, just do what your heart says. And then Wyll was like yeah you’re right. Scratch that, third option, heroes are out of touch and so are politicians, imma go hunt devils! Wow ok. And then after that, you go back to camp, and have the exact same conversation again with Ulder, as if you didn’t talk about any of it.

That’s really unfortunate. Wyll is a really nice character, and his story moreso than anyone else in the party ties in directly to what’s happening to the city, but he gets written a bit blandly, and then he barely gets a proper conclusion, just some weird buggy dialogue and an unsatisfying choice.

BTW: I know duke is positioned as the “bad end”, and I know that you have to be the Blade of Avernus to get Karlach’s best ending, but… Honestly? I think Wyll should be a duke. Running around hunting devils is certainly *exciting* (though how he plans to do that without his warlock powers, I’m not really too sure…) but I feel like, after the big battle is finally over, joining his father to rebuild the city is the best way to help the people, the way to do the most overall good. The Fist will be in disarray, Gortash has left a big power vacuum, the city, I am assuming, will need major repairs, and someone needs to effectively help the refugees that have been piling up at the city edge. I think that would be amazing for a good-hearted, idealistic young man to step up and help rebuild. Plus I think it’s a nice little conclusion to his issues with his dad - his dad can finally see all the good his son has done, welcomes him back, and works along side him now. But nope! This isn’t the right ending. If you do it, the companions all grumble about politics and corruption, and then (if you haven’t romanced her) there’s no one to convince Karlach to go to Avernus at the end, so she burns. Not too happy. Oh well. It’s a shame Wyll, you’re a really sweet guy, I wish your story had time for a bit more polish.

(and btw - feeling disappointed about a character is fine - HARASSING THE DEVS ABOUT IT IS NOT FINE, please don’t fucking do that)

After that, I went to go blow up the Steel Watch Foundry. Should be easy right? Man nothing in act 3 is easy now. UGH. I’m not sure how this plays out differently if you do the watch first before the foundry? I heard the Gondians don’t attack the banites and help in the fight? Man, freaking… like, sneaking in was annoying, the main floor fight was whatever, but fuck me, the fight in the basement… I spent hours reloading that, hours. In the end I got rid of all the banites and the steel watch in two turns, but my god, every single action in those two turns had to be absolutely perfectly calculated or it fucked everything else all up. Least fun fight of the whole game, but I managed to save every gondian, so yay! After that, it was fun to explore around and read the books and notes. For some bizarre reason, they decided it was important to include a sex journal that one of the banites was making notes in, also it’s nice that there’s still more gross things the game can surprise us with - the steel watch being controlled by harvested brains was a total surprise to me. My absolute favourite note was the guy on the nightwatch who said the brains in the console start to SING at night. He found it so horrible he’s considering cutting off one of his own fingers to be excused from work. I also found the piece of Lenore’s clockwork. I’ve heard people say this implies maybe she was employed by Gortash to work on the steel watch - personally I don’t think so. The note says that Ketheric found the clockwork piece in the underdark and sent it to Gortash because it looked like the kind of clockwork bullshit Gortash likes. If anything, this implies that KETHERIC did something to Lenore, not Gortash, unless I’m missing more notes in here. (though in early access it is implied she was eaten by her pet bulette)

After all this, Wulbren walks out slow clapping at me. He’s lucky Barcus is there to suggest a peaceful conclusion because otherwise I would have yeeted that fucker straight into the ocean. I’m so proud of my buddy Barcus that he finally realizes he can’t fix this toxic man, and stands up for himself and for the Iron Hand gnomes. It’s been really fun watching him warm up to my tav, and so sweet to watch him awkwardly express his gratitude and friendship. A+. Less sweet - I was really looking forward to seeing the Gondians reunite with their families, just like we did at Last Light Inn, but apparently there’s no reunion. I can’t find any of them anywhere in the city now, and online says they just disappear and there’s no scene. That’s too bad!

Man. I can’t believe I’m almost done the game now. All I have left to do is kick Gortash’s greasy ass, then kick Raphael’s, and then that’s it, then I have nothing left to do except for the big final fight.

[27emailsicantsend]

Gina Porter for the character ask! ❤️

Favorite thing about them: I love her ability to ride with wherever life takes her. She doesn’t seem afraid of standing up for herself or taking big risks because, “as a new kid, you either eat or be eaten”. There are so many scenes I can think of where she said a line and I was like “whoa, that was confident ma’am”. I know this comes a little bit from a trauma response on her end, moving around as much as she has, but as someone who struggles standing up for herself and doing things that require bravery, I really look up to Gina Porter. Both she and I can be stubborn, but hers is to help her “push through” challenges and continue on with life, whereas I can end up getting stuck in my problems. I know I’m using a lot of comparison to myself in this ask, but I do see a lot of myself in Gina Porter, so watching her take traits that I want to improve on and make them her heroic qualities, turns her into an outstanding character for me.

Least favorite thing about them: this didn’t happen often, but especially in season 2, she had a really hard time talking through things if someone else asked if she was ok. She would say she was fine and then when she couldn’t hold it in anymore, she would finally speak her truth. I just wonder if her showing a little bit more vulnerability in the moments where people asked if she was ok, would have helped her put down her walls a little sooner. And even then, this is such a small thing because the ask requires it. I genuinely love Gina as a character, so this was a bit hard to write!

Favorite line(s):

“You’re not a maybe, you’re a yes” (no one is surprised)… actually let’s just do the whole speech with this line standing out the most

“But we’re not dating”

*insert Gina’s entire break up speech with EJ*

EJ: We’ve just got to wait for the fireworks to start Gina: “is that a metaphor or…?”

“Don’t get me started”

“I wouldn’t quit on us if I wasn’t moving away”

“I meant what I said about, at the skate park, about you having your own style. I don’t even think I knew how much I meant it when I said it”. “Good night, Ricky”. “No. Awkward? Could not be us”

“Could I hear that acoustic song idea? It sounded cool” Ricky: You serious? “I mean, we’ve got the time” (Ricky had been told by so many people up to this point, especially Nini, that he was just causing problems and taking up space. Gina created more space for him.)

“Come on, then. Let’s watch”

“You just acted like an old version of yourself, I get it. Or maybe it’s just the real EJ of Shallow Lake”

“Hell yeah, we are” (in response to being an awesome pair of wonderstudies)

“Mr. Bowen, would you like to dance?”

“Chicken”

“Walk on the moon… hilariously grounded, Ricky”

“I-I-have it, like-like if you-“

“Open it.”

“I’m your sister, right?”

“I have my eyes set on one thing this summer and one thing only” Ricky: *head empty, crickets* “And I’m gonna get it”

OTP: Rina 💕🥹 (is anyone shocked, just asking the crowd)

nOTP: P*rtwell

brOTP: S1 EJ and Gina (them getting together was necessary for Gina’s development, but wow they would have been so much better off as friends. I truly loved the “Wonderstudies!”)

Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): where do I begin… ricky and gina dating, gina and ricky dating, ricky and gina as a couple, rina, rina, rina… lol :)

Rina related:

-Can I Have this Dance where she leads

-the puppy in her arms in the trailer is hers

-she has to spend a lot of time convincing Ricky Mack is harmless

Gina related:

-she is told she won’t have to move again

-she becomes really big because of being a main in the movie (I’m talking famous Hollywood actress)

-I doubt this will be straightforward, but I do think there will be hints about where Gina is going after she graduates and I think she will go to the same city as Ricky, but I could see them putting her in a different school like Troyella OR Ricky goes to college in LA and Gina acts there for her career (skipping college)

Random Headcanon:

-Because Sofia Wylie is celiac and her character makes gluten free treats, Gina is gluten free in my mind too

-In S1, Ricky and Gina were already seeing each other frequently, that’s how come Gina knew where Ricky lived and thought she could “walk him over” to EJ’s. That is also why she said “there is no point of calling me anymore, do you”, because they had already been hanging out and calling each other on a regular basis. We as an audience didn’t see it though. Along these lines, Gina definitely put in a bit more effort to hanging out with Ricky, so when she pulled away it made him sad because he wasn’t seeing her like he was used too.

-Also Gina definitely helped Ricky move into his new apartment^ because how did she know where he lived after the move (while there were still boxes in his living room, mind you)

Unpopular Opinion: Gina was never a lead before moving to East High. Don’t believe me? Go back and rewatch the part where she talks to Nini about “never being an understudy”. A lot of people say Gina going “this is my first time getting the lead” is a plot hole because she says it s1. She actually never does. She only says she was “never an understudy”, with no dialogue about being a lead too. My personal headcanon is that she omitted that part so she could come off more intimidating, when she knew good and well she hadn’t had either. Maybe she was a background character up until that point too.

Song I associate with them:

(They’re all rina related, ofc)

-Bad for Business, Sabrina Carpenter

-Nonsense, Sabrina Carpenter

-Timeless, Taylor Swift

-I Can See You, Taylor Swift

-All of the Girls You’ve Loved Before, Taylor Swift

-Hits Different, Taylor Swift

-Story of Us, Taylor Swift

-Make You Stay, Girl and the Dreamcatcher

-Not Like I’m in Love with You, Lauren Weintraub

-So Good, Halsey

-Better Man, Taylor Swift (the only one not rina related because the second verse/chorus feel directly aimed at EJ)

-Message in a Bottle, Taylor Swift

-Boys like You, Megan & Liz

-Handsome, Megan & Liz

-Jump then Fall, Taylor Swift

-Just a Friend to You, Megan Trainor

-Before I Let You Go, Colbie Caillat

Favorite picture of them: (I tried to find the photo of her in her yellow SOGAE premiere dress on the balcony, but couldn’t :( that was one of my faves. Also, I genuinely considered just posting her entire insta feed because Sofia Wylie is one of the prettiest humans to exist and I will take that to the grave… but here’s my top 5)

[miss-littevi]

~ With friends like that ~

(Repost from Valention 2021)

With one last strong pull on the lacing, Guydelot forced the dress to snap around his girlfriend’s body. Ilmie gasped for air as he did so, and he spoke concerned: “Too tight?” “No.”, she answered breathless, “It’s okay.” Ilmie could feel, that he loosened the lacing just a little bit right before his fingertips moved across her back as he tied the cords and hid the loose ends under the fabric. She smiled: „Sorry for forcing you to help me getting dressed – I know you more likely want to undress me.” Her eyes narrowed and a daring, yet teasing gaze - reflected by the mirror - met his eyes. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her neck and whispered in her ear: “Seeing you in this dress, the beautiful shape of your even more beautiful body… it’s a very pleasant view. I have at least 10 new songs in mind, you know?” He smirked as he looked at her mirror image. She smirked just alike and answered: „Songs you’d sing in public?” „Rather not. “, was his short and not surprising answer. He put his arm around her shoulders, close to her throat. His arm was close enough she could feel him with ease but he made sure that she could breathe without any problems – he always made sure attention not to hurt her, today was no difference with that."

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I will never let you go again. You know that, don't you?", he said with his slightly dangerous smirk. She knew that expression, that strong grip on her body, that played attempt to dominate her, so well and it didn't impress her. Normally she would play the game with him, play her role for him as he played his role for her, and they’d see where it would lead them, but not today. She put a hand on his arm and pulled it away from her throat, looked over her shoulder with a twisted smile as she replied: "I know that, yes. But remember: if I want to go, I'll go. And there would be nothing you could do about it. But I don't want to leave you at all, so: relax. And now, take your arms off me and change your clothes. We have plans for the evening." Guydelot placed a soft kiss below her ear, smiled and took his arms off her. He was madly in love with that woman and would have loved to hold her the whole evening, but she was right. They had at least one other plan and they'd better be there in time.

She looked after him, as he walked across the room, over to the wardrobe and when he took off his shirt, her eyes lightened up in excitement and she softly bit her lip. But remembered her own words right away and gave herself an imaginary slap. This was for sure the right place but definitely not the right time for this kind of thoughts, she warned herself. And she giggled. This man really had a bad influence on her - her, the once so virtuous ishgardian Elezen. He turned around, asked slightly annoyed: “What? Have I done something wrong? Is there something on my back?” Sie was still giggling but got more serious quickly before she replied: “No, everything is fine. I just thought about… I am so lucky to be here, with you” He smiled genuinely happy, shook his head to hide it and turned to the wardrobe again, looking for another shirt.

The two Bards had a kind of "long-term mission" and the next step was the plan for this evening. Initially they didn’t expect it to be that much of a problem, but after their first attempts failed miserably, they realized, that it would be their most difficult mission but that wouldn't stop them from succeeding sooner or later. And their “victim” was... Sanson. They picked him up at his appartement and after Guydelot had critically checked on the Hyuran’s outfit, they continued their way to a nearby bar.

“What a nice act of kindness from you, to invite me to your Valentions-Date”, Sanson spoke with a combination of annoyance and enjoyment in his voice. He sat at a table and gazed over to the two Elezen, who were engaged in a mix of a dance and many longer or shorter kisses and seemed to have forgotten, Sanson was there with them. He knew both Ilmie and Guydelot quite a while now and he should have expected something like that, but he had agreed to come with them anyway. As he sat in that bar now, he had that feeling, they have planned something for him. A surprise he wasn't even the slightest interested in. He emptied his cup and turned to the two Elezen: "Looks like you don't need me here. So, why am I even here?"

Ilmie ended the kiss, pushed her boyfriend just a little away from her and pointed over to a dark-haired waitress, that ran around the bar and served several drinks. "Her.", Ilmie told Sanson quietly and took her hand down again, "You are here because of her."

Sanson rolled his eyes and answered with serious voice: "Really? You two still haven't given up?" “Not as long as you are not taken yet.", Ilmie answered amused. Sanson stood up and put his hands on the table: "I'll go home now. See you tomorrow." Guydelot grinned: "Take that girl with you, when you go" Sanson pretended to not hear him and spoke seriously: "And Guydelot...?" The addressed looked to the Hyuran. Sanson continued: "Your next three-week-shift starts tomorrow. You'd better be there." Without another word, Sanson turned and left. Out of the corner of her eye, Ilmie could see said dark-haired waitress rushing up to him and that she spoke to him. Sanson stopped, answered and nodded gently. The two bards hadn’t let her know about their plan, but that wasn't even necessary. Ilmie had picked up some gossip lately, that waitress had put an eye on one of the Wood Wailer’s lancers. A lancer, that used his time to set up a unit of Bard – and there weren’t much of that kind. So, the plan for this evening was born at seemed to be at least not a total disaster. Ilmie looked at her boyfriend and pulled his face over to her, away from Sanson and the dark-haired waitress. “Right, that shift. I totally forgot about that.”, she said downcast, almost sad, “You surely want to go home to get some sleep before you have to leave tomorrow, right?” Guydelot laughed: “Are you kidding? No, I don’t want to go home. Let’s dance the night away! I mean, who needs sleep anyway when he can have a night like this?” “Okay then.”, the blonde Elezen replied, kissing him quick and picked up the music’s rhythm, started another dance.