#like the pianist??? broke me

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

39 and 55 for Tav/Astarion? OH AND I LOVE WANT IT ALL, YOUR WRITING IS IMPECCABLE ‼️<3

Prompt(s): leaning into the other’s side + tracing the lines on the other’s hand

Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist

There really was nothing like being pleasantly tipsy while in good company. Your party was in good spirits, the night was warm and, for once, danger was something that happened to other people. 

Eventually everyone had shuffled off to bed, leaving you and Astarion leaning against each other as the fire crackled on.  Your thoughts floated in front of you, swimming lazily in the air. Everything was just so lovely, especially the other hand in yours.  You couldn’t help but run your fingers across the lines, smiling as you made a study of every angle.  

“See something you like,” Astarion asked, amused.  He was decidedly more sober than you and appeared content to stay that way. 

You nodded idly. “You have beautiful hands. I bet you’d make a wonderful pianist.”

He gave a low laugh, shaking you slightly with the effort. 

“What?”

“Oh nothing,” he said, grinning. “You just might be the only person I know who could study a man’s hands and think only of their musical capabilities.” 

You stared confused, before a sinking rush of embarrassment flooded your stomach.

“Oh.”

He laughed again, turning just enough to kiss your temple. “Just teasing darling. Although I do love that color on your cheeks.”

“Serves me right for trying to give you a compliment,” you said, pouting. 

“Oh don’t be like that. I relish them all.” 

You huffed in childish annoyance, which only seemed to humor him. He then raised your entwined hands to the firelight, narrowing his gaze as if to examine them himself. 

“Do you think I’d actually be good?” he asked as a peace offering. 

You let out a sigh. There really was no use trying to stay annoyed with him. 

“Capability is there,” you allowed, “provided you have a very, very patient teacher.”

“Are you offering?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re interested.”

“Depends if you’re offering,” he repeated, with a sly smile. 

You didn’t answer right away, scrunching your face in exaggerated thought. 

“Maybe not piano,” you concluded. “There’s only so far the blind can lead the blind.”

He nodded in understanding. “How about the violin?”

Again, you considered before shaking your head. “Too difficult for a beginner. Lute isn’t bad though.”

He gave a dismissive scoff. “Overdone. The lyre, perhaps?”

“Bit on the nose don’t you think?”

His brows furrowed, his lips pursing in consideration. “A lyre and a player…Yes, I suppose you’re right. The jokes just write themselves. Flute?”

You shrugged. “Never learned actually.”

“Really?” he said, sounding genuinely surprised. “Pan pipes.”

“No.”

“Horns?”

“No to all wind instruments. I think it comes down to mechanics. I never saw the appeal of having to put my lips together and blow.” 

You glanced up at Astarion, keen to watch his reaction. 

He stared at you for a long second, a look of utter confusion on his face. His eyes then widened as a loud laugh barked from his lips. 

You broke that same instant, dissolving into giggles. 

“I can’t believe you said that,” he said, trying and failing to get a hold of himself. “Gods that was awful!” 

“But effective,” you pointed out, grinning. 

He gave another short laugh before shaking his head. “What have I gotten myself into with you?”

“Having regrets?”A wicked smirk flashed across his face. “Far from it, darling.” He then leaned in close, his eyes alight with conspiracy and mirth. “I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”

[onlyangel4]

so high school. SMAU. DR3. part 2

daniel ricciardo x singer! reader

y/n is a singer and her new single has hit the charts by storm. Lets look into moments before and during her relationship with formula one driver Daniel Ricciardo that influenced this new chart topper.

authors note- this smau is based solely on the moments mentioned in the written fic. so high school. there will be eight parts of this. one for each part of the original fic. moments are not in chronological order but in the order they appear in the song

warnings- one suggestive comment

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i'm sinking, our fingers entwined

cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

one year dating daniel

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danielricciardo: a year ago today i managed to trick the prettiest girl in the world to be my girlfriend and since then we have not looked back. y/n your talent astounds me every single day/ i coulfd not imagine sharing my life with anyone else. thank you for always being by my side, even if we are on opposite sides of the world i always know you are just a phone call away. to many more years with my love.

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y/n y/ln: forever cheering on my golden boy

danielricciardo: is that a promise

y/n y/ln: always

y/nforever: these two always manage to remind me how single i am

landonorris: real happy for you mate

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user 87: i can't believe it has been a year since my favourite people broke the internet

user12: a whole year of y/n being the best wag

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y/n y/ln: my danny, this year with you has flown by. thank you for being my muse. my mother always told me that you got one great love in your life and you are mine. love you forever and always.

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y/nricciardolover: she is down bad your honor

sabrinacarpenter: i have not seen you happier than you have been this past year, you deserve this

danielricciardo: my beloved, i will be your muse until the day you get bored of me

y/n y/ln: so forever then

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written: earlier this week i surprised y/n on the set of a music video shoot. everyone meet our first child, kyla ricciardo y/ln

y/n y/ln posted a story tagging danielricciardo

written: safe to say i'm already in love with kyla. she wants to be a pianist when she grows up

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— twenty something + eren jaeger.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 30s, smut, fluff, virginity loss, soft sex, oral sex (f!recieving), established relationship, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1K.

⭑ notes — hii my lurvs! i found this in my drafts and decided to finish it off! i think its cute okok <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

i feel like sex with eren is goofy. the first time he gets you into his bed, you’re giggling and pressing kisses to one another’s hairlines because you’ve knocked skulls while trying to kiss in the middle of frenzied shirts and kicked off sweat pants and his big eyes, in a colour that you can’t quite describe (are they grey? mixed with blue perhaps? or maybe a shade of green?), crinkle at the corner while he whines above you. “don’t laugh at me, i-i’m trying!” because your boyfriend, your first love, is a child at heart— he grew up too fast and eren gets to feel like a kid with you again— so you reach up and kiss him and tell him that he’s doing great so far.

the first time is clumsy of course, your legs are over his broad and tanned shoulders and eren’s trying so hard not to bust while slipping inside of you for the first time ever— poor baby hissing into your neck and kissing at your flesh to calm himself ( and you ) down because it feels so good and he knows that it hurts for you...just a little. fingers are laced together, squeezing every once and a while, tiny i love yous breathed hotly into skin and then when eren’s all the way in his emerald eyes look down at you with so much love, you know then that neither of you will last long.

and eren will hold you close, like no other. slipping inside of you with gentle thrusts as if you might break or fall to pieces if he’s too rough with you— asking quietly if you like the way it feels when your ankles hook around the small of his back or when you pout just a little bit with your eyes closed. “it feels good, eren. i love you,” comes your affirmation from between lips that bruised with loving kisses and the poor boy stutters and stumbles and almost loses it right there.

you’re both twenty something, out of college and eren is still asking you if you’re okay— seated in his lap on your tatty second hand couch— two broke graduates who need to feel each other more than anything to get rid of the days stressors. you don’t need to verbalise how shitty your day was, because he knows already… he saw it from the moment you stepped into your shitty apartment with the creaky walls and leaky taps. he knows you. 

and eren, like always, asks if you’re okay before you take him— throbbing cock between your sore thighs, bobbing at your entrance until you nod and sink down on him. he doesn’t care that you use him for pleasure, to let the ecstasy burn away at your stresses— because eren loves you oh so much, he has to tell you every time your hips lift from his and every second it takes for you to slam back down after. bodies that know each other’s symphonies off by heart work together like a pianist and their fingers against the keys. every touch, he knows just where to put it and every kiss he knows just where to place it. every thrust, eren makes sure it hits all the right spots inside of your tight little hole to make your head flop back and thighs quiver as you make love and lewd noises into the deep night.

twenty something years later, eren’s giving you the life he promised on your wedding day— there’s kids that sleep down the hall, one in their crib and the others in their respective bedrooms. there’s a school run early in the morning but eren’s as insatiable as can be. no matter how much time has passed, there’s still an undying flame that flickers between yourself and the man with the muddled coloured but pretty eyes and soft brown hair. eren jaeger loves you all the same, makes love to you all the same— sinking into silk sheets gifted to you on your wedding night and between your thighs to lap and suck at your sex like a starved man.

your taste is a blessing to him every time, a flavour he could never grow tired of having spread across his tongue. to eren jaeger, his little corner of heaven is right between your thighs—he could be shackled her, banished to your pretty sex that flutters for him, for all of eternity if he didn’t love every other part of you too. like your cherry-bitten lips, kitten like mewls, the curves that came with ageing and maturing together. your body is a temple, it’s given eren so much, and he’s just a man who worships you. slides his tongue over your slippery sex and devours you with everything he has to offer— your fingers find him in the soiled sheets, hips chasing his face, rutting into it with the desperation for more and like always eren says.

“i love you baby, you okay?” 

and even twenty something years later, it still makes your heart flutter with love.

you nod, just as bashful as you were the first time you made love to eren jaeger. only this time you have his last name, only this time your wedding bands glint on your ring finger as you take control and take hold of your husband’s throbbing cock, thumbing at his slit until he’s putty beneath you. eren’s cheeks flush red, his lips parting in a soft ‘o’ and he looks up at you like you’re worth the entire world and then some.

“i love you, eren.” you tell him like it’s official word, straddling his lap — rolling your hips over his cock sensually and in the way that he likes. calloused fingertips that would never dare to hurt you sink into your fatty hips with stretch marks gifted to you by your children. he tries not to moan and cry out for the love of his life, the mother of his children. it’s so cute. and you slip your hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. “i always will.” 

he whimpers behind your hand as you lean down to kiss him over it — never breaking eye contact. 

twenty something years later you’re both hopeless romantics, extremely in love and will be forever more.

[avxtarlz]

Okay hear me out- this might be a little stupid but I can’t get it off my mind- Coriolanus snow instead of Lucy gray and the covey, reader with a jazz band??? I really love jazz I just want to know his thoughts on all the different instruments and jazz singer reader! TYSM for at least listening! 🩷

Jazz || PeaceKeeper Coriolanus Snow x Female District! Jazz singer Reader

Summary: After coming Back from Winning The 10th Hunger games, One day while you and your Band Are playing You spot the same White haired Boy. Coriolanus never heard of Jazz before since the Capitol Is all Classic music, so You introduce him to your fellow band mates.

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You loved to sing With your band. They were like your family.

You missed them the Entire time you were in the arena. Wishing you would be back with them. But with the help of Coriolanus snow getting you back to your family like he promised.

Now in the Train heading back to Twelve Feeling miserable of how you didn’t thank him.

Hopefully you two would meet again.

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“Did you guys miss me?!” You spoke in the Microphone on stage.

A bunch of Yes’s were shouting all over the Club.

“Well I sure missed you! But I assure you I am back!” You started to smile

“Well how bout a song huh?” You started to ajust your Mic.

You turned back to your band Nodding at them to know your ready.

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As you and Your band Are up stage Performing for the audience Enjoying yourselfs. While in the middle of Singing You make eye contact with those same Blue eyes you once Knew. You almost stopped singing but continued. You smiled as you started swaying.

Now done with your Music just Taking a break. “Hey guys I’ll be right back.” Putting the mic back up on its stand. They all nodded and smiled as they headed to the bar.

Making your way through the crowd saying Excuse me here and there seeing if you could spot those same Blue eyes again. Once you spot him standing in the same place you saw him, you started to walk over.

“Hey.” You smiled as him. “Hey, You were really good up there. Never heard of that type of Music.” He asked smiling. You looked shocked. “You’ve never heard of jazz before?” You teased him. “No, back in the Capitol it’s all Classic you know.” He nodded leaning against the wall.

“Wow. Well I have to meet you to My band mates. Come.” You motioned with your hands signaling him to follow. You made sure he was following you through the crowd heading backstage where your band were just sitting and chatting around.

You and Coriolanus walked up to them as you introduced them to him. “Hey guys this Is Coriolanus. He was my mentor back in the capitol, He helped me win the games and come back.” They all looked at Corio.

“Thank you for helping her. We wouldn’t know what we would do without her. She’s like our little sister.” Your Band mate Bennie walked up to Corio as he Nodded at him. “Of course.” Coriolanus nodded back.

“Corio let me introduce them to you.” You patted his back. “Well here’s Bennie, He’s our Saxophonist. Then we have Finch Which who plays our Trumpet. Here’s Charlie who’s our drummer. Miles is our bassists, Our Guitarist is Django, and Lastly Calloway is our pianist. And I’m the voice of course.” You grinned as all you band mates waved and greeted Corio.

“Nice to meet you all. I do enjoy your Music very much.” Corio grinned. “Yeah, thanks man but we should probably head back on stage now guys.” Miles pointed to the stage. They all started to head on stage setting up. You turned around to Coriolanus. “It was nice seeing you again Corio, and thank you for everything,” you started to Tear up.

“No,No I should be thanking you Y/n, You saved me in thatBombing. I owe you my life. Just don’t forget that. I promised you I would bring you back to your family.” Coriolanus grabbed your hands. With his other hand he wiped the Tears falling from your eyes.

“Thank you Corio.” You weakly smiled. The silence broke as You heard in the background of jazz music started to play. “I think I should go now.” You pointed back to the stage while wiping your tears. “Yeah. I’ll be watching you out there.” Corio grinned. You smiled at him as you walked back on stage.

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[tomhollandisabae]

hidden feelings - bale!bruce wayne x reader

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fandom; dceu

summary; after trying so hard to push you away, bruce cannot help but confess his deepest feelings to you

warnings; angst, mature language, fluff

words; 2.5k

a/n; this is the third time i'm posting this because it's not showing anywhere 😭

please send me your requests !!❣️

You and Bruce had been friends for many years. To be honest you, Bruce and Rachel had always been inseparable, but you and Bruce had an even more tight connection. So, when his parents were killed, you were the shoulder that he could cry on. You would spend so many hours trying to comfort him and show him that there was so much more out there, show him that he deserved the whole world. 

As the years passed by, however, your feelings for him changed drastically- from being friendly to more romantically. You always admired Bruce; how emotionally strong he was, how smart he was and in general everything about him. So, it is fair to say that when he disappeared you broke down.  

You felt as you had just lost your whole world. You'd always go to the Wayne Manor and ask Alfred if he had somehow come back, yet his reply was always negative. Until one day, when he had finally arisen from the dead. 

It was the happiest day of your life. Nevertheless, you realized that he had changed in so many ways. He had become more muscular, more serious and his whole demeanour was different. 

Sooner or later, you also caught up to the fact that he was hiding something away from you. So you comforted him, but it all ended up in a huge argument. He tried to shut you out of his whole life saying that he had no time for old friends and games now, that he had to focus on his company and other... women.  

That day he had broken you in so many ways. You tried to talk to Rachel, yet she told you that she had somehow cut of contact with Bruce too. Later on, she admitted to you that he was romantically interested towards her. She told you that she felt really bad about it, but you reassured her that she had nothing to feel bad about, after all it wasn’t her fault. 

He had made you depressed. You thought that he had finally broken you completely, until one day when you realised that there was something left of him inside your heart still.  

You were at the Wayne Manor, because apparently you were invited to his birthday party. Turns out Alfred had sent you the invitation. But you really hoped that you had never attended. The image of him with a beautiful woman; tall, slim, brunette, that was a perfect match for him, broke the last pieces of your heart that were left. They were dancing, making people look at them in awe, while you were standing in a corner of the enormous room, trying not to cry and make a fool of yourself. 

Now he had completely broken you. 

You couldn’t stand watching him with another woman for even a second more, so you run away trying to get as far away from him as possible. You didn’t notice that you had led yourself to a room that looked more like an office. A piano was placed at the far end and you walked towards it. You were indeed a very exceptional pianist and Bruce was always making sure to always remind you of that. 

You run your hands on the keys, starting playing his favourite song. You purred your whole heart on that song, tears running down on your cheeks, sobs leaving your soft lips. You took out your frustration on the piano keys, playing random notes, until you heard a thud and the bookshelves in front of you moved. 

You were left in shock, but decided to walk towards them pushing lightly. 

A long dark hallway appeared and you followed wherever it was leading. A few moments later you were in a huge white- modern room.  

You had no idea what this place was and why it was so well hidden. You walked up to a desk in the middle of that room and looked at the screen. There were many symbols that you didn’t understand and you leaned down to take a better look. However, without realising it you had pressed on a button and a big sound was heard from behind you. 

You slowly turn around to see what it was, but what you saw left you speechless. 

Batman's suit. 

Of course you had heard about the Batman. Who hadn’t heard about the Batman in Gotham? 

But why was Batman’s suit in Bruce's manor? Unless... 

Your thoughts were interrupted as the entrance where you came from opened and in came none other than Bruce fucking Wayne. 

Once he saw you, he stopped at his tracks. 

“y/n” he exclaimed your name in shock. 

“What...what is that?” you asked while pointing at the suit. 

“How did you get here?” he walked up to you. 

“By accident, I didn’t really mean to. You know how much I love playing the piano and there was one in y--” he interrupted your rumbling. 

“Are you a spy?” he raised an eyebrow while looking at you with abomination. 

You looked at him with wide eyes. He really had thought that you would ever betray him? 

“Me? A spy? To spy on who, Bruce? You? You really think that after everything we’ve been through, I would have backstabbed you like that?” you complaint. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve probably changed.” he said and you huffed a sarcastic laughter. 

“May I remind you who was the one that wanted to end our friendship?” you raised your eyebrow. 

“So that gives you a reason to spy on me? Who are you working for?” you looked at him in disbelief. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You were the one that pushed me away, I was trying to help you. You've...” you bit on you bottom lip to stop your sobs “you treated me as if I meant nothing to you, as if our whole childhood was just a dream and that fucking broke me.” a tear rolled down on your cheek. 

“You broke me, Bruce. There's nothing left of me anymore.” you said in a whisper. 

“And now... now you have the nerve to accuse me of such thing? After everything? Yes, I should be hating you, loathing you, but I don’t... I never did. Instead, I...” you stopped yourself before saying something that you would regret. 

“Instead, you what?” he walked closer to you. 

“Forget it” you turned your head, so that you wouldn’t be facing him. 

“Tell me” he demanded. 

“Why should I give you the satisfaction?” you looked up at him with sorrow “you don’t deserve to know anything. You don’t deserve to know what I've been going through because of you. You don’t deserve to know how I feel. You deserve nothing.” you saw sadness filling his eyes, but he huffed out a breath and shook that feeling away. 

“What are you doing here y/n? you weren’t invited.” he said afterwards. 

“Are you still blaming me for spying on you?” you exclaimed “but just to let you know, Alfred invited me, he thought that we could’ve a nice reconnection, but he was clearly wrong.” he sighed. 

“y/n, you can’t say anything of what you saw here to anybody.” 

“After everything I told you, you still really think that I would do such thing to you?” you wiped your tears away and he finally lifted his head up so that he could look you in the eye. 

However, the sight of you with puffy red eyes, arose a deep feeling within him that he had to feel for such a long time. His eyes soften and his shoulder fell in realisation of what he had caused. You looked so broken; indeed, he had ruined you. But why? Why would you let it phase you that much? You were the one that was giving him hope every single time and yet now here you were in front of him, completely hopeless. 

He hated himself for that.  

You were the only one, apart from Alfred, that was there for him at his worst. Not even Rachel was. 

And how had he thanked you for that? By destroying you. 

“y/n...” he whispered your name and placed one of his hands on your arm. 

“no...” you tried to back away from him, knowing that any kind of physical contact with him would end you, but he stopped you. 

“What have I done to you?” you saw in his eyes that he was hurt, but why? 

“Please Bruce...” you tried to get out of his grip, but failed. 

“I thought...” he started saying but took a deep breath as he got even closer to you and placed his palms on both your cheeks with a frowned expression. 

“I thought that back then I had made the right decision by letting you go. Trying to protect from all this, but I was so wrong. I was so hurt, trying to hide away my feelings was making things even worse. But what I did to you... I thought you’d be okay, that you’d leave a happy life without me, meet someone, get to know him like you know me, date him, marry him, have children...” you interrupted him. 

“No, no, I could never do that. No, there will be no one for me anymore... not after you” you whispered the last part while looking down, hoping for him not to have heard you, but he did. 

“Why?” he asked and you finally looked up. 

“Because I love you Bruce” a single tear run down on your cheek “I have loved you so much, for so many years. I was waiting so patiently for you to come to me, because I knew that you’d always come back, but once you did... everything had completely changed.” you confessed. 

“What had changed?” he asked you confused. 

“You had changed, Bruce. Not only that, but as I was trying to help you out with whatever was going on, you were pushing me away, until one day when you told, straight face, that you wanted to do nothing with me anymore and that you had other priorities” your voice broke towards the end. 

“Yes, that was true.” you looked at him in disbelief “and would you like to know what my first priority was and still is?” he questioned you and you looked at him. 

“You were, you are and you will be forever my first priority. Till the day I die, I'll be trying to protect you. I'm willing to risk anything for your safety, y/n” he admitted. 

“Why then? Why did you let me go?” you asked in despair. 

“I told you; I thought it was the right thing to do. I wanted to protect from any danger that Batman’s reputation would cause you, but I was so damn wrong. I should have never done that, because as much closer you are to me, so much more I can protect you and...” he paused “and because it hurt so much being away from you.” he bit his bottom lip while trying not to let his tears spill out. 

“Bruce...” you placed one of your hands on his that were still on your cheeks. He looked at you. 

“Why are you with all these women?” you asked. 

“Because I was trying to let go...” he replied. 

“Let go of what?” 

“Of you” he finally said “I wanted so bad to forget everything about you; your beautiful eyes that were shining every time you were happy, your beautiful smile that never ceased to not make my heart speed up, your intoxicating perfume, your way of always finding the right words to say, everything. I even try that with Rachel.” 

“Did you succeed?” 

“Not even close” he slightly smiled. 

“Bruce...” 

“I love you y/n. I love so damn much and I don’t know why it took that long to tell you, but I'm glad I did now. Even though I wished I could tell you first.” he chuckled and you bit your lip. 

“Kiss me” you said while looking at him. 

“y/n...” he tried to say but you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. 

“Prove to me that you really love me.” and that he did. 

Without wasting any more time, he pulled you towards him and his lips finally connected with yours in a very long-awaited kiss. You immediately lost yourself in the kiss. Chills run up your spine, your legs started trembling and your heart was about to burst out of your chest. But so was his. Bruce wrapped his own arms around your waist, biting on your lower lip asking for entrance, while he was backing you up against the desk behind you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he started exploring it as your fingers tangled themselves in between his soft hair.  

His hand went even more south, on the back of your thigh as he hoisted you up on the desk making you spread your legs so that he would get between them. He pressed his whole body against yours, while you were feeling your lips going numb. As you had started running out of air, he disconnected his lips from your and started kissing along your jaw and down on your neck. 

“I love you.” he said between kissed “I love you so much” you threw your head back at the beautiful sensation. 

“Bruce...” you moaned out his name and in a nick of time his lips were back on yours, encaging you in a bruising kiss. 

“Master Wayne...” you suddenly heard a voice and Bruce immediately turned around to see none other than Alfred standing at the entrance completely speechless. 

You immediately pushed Bruce away, feeling embarrassed, while you jumped off the desk. 

“Alfred” Bruce exclaimed. 

“Your guests are requesting for you” he informed him while a mischievous smile made its way on his face. 

“Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.” he said and turned back to you when Alfred left “where were we?” he smirked at you, but you pushed away. 

“We were about to go back to the party because your guests are expecting you.” you smirked at him. 

“Well, I am with one of my guests now, am I not?” he raised an eyebrow while grinning at you. 

“Let me remind you that Alfred was the one that invited me” you told him. 

“it’s my birthday, though...” he pouted. 

“Okay then, birthday boy, if you go out there now, I promise you that you’re in for a long night tonight.” you winked at him. 

“Shit y/n, you can’t do this to me” he groaned as you started making your way out of the bat cave. 

“Watch me” you challenged him as you walked away while swinging your hips from side to side. 

“fuck” you heard him while running up to you. 

“you’ll regret that after the party” he said. 

“we’ll see about that.” 

[castieltrash1]

just wooing sebastian wilder accidentally by being urself and he’s not afraid to make it clear that he wants u!! agh!!

sebastian wilder x gn!reader; fluff, meet-cute, awkward flirting, seb being a heart-eyed pookie for u

Sebastian hits the last set of notes with such force the deafening silence of the restaurant finally clicks, and he can feel the gaped mouths and wide eyes surrounding him even with his gaze locked firmly on the ivory keys. The hushed whispers follow a second later and he gathers the strength to lift his head, a dark blond curl sweeping across his damp forehead as he does. Where he expects to see Bill’s looming figure, he finds your warm presence instead, your expression a stark contrast to those in the rest of the room.

Noticing he’s halted his set, you scurry closer, excitement visible on your face. He's not sure what you’re admiring, so Sebastian peers over his shoulder, only finding confrontation awaiting him. Bill stands by the kitchen entrance, arms crossed and face flush with anger; holding back the public outburst he’s clearly teetering on the edge of. 

“Um, excuse me,” you squeak out, and Sebastian turns back to you, raising a confused brow. “I don’t want to interrupt, really, but you just…” You shake your head, and at the sound of muffled giggles, he spots a crowded table behind you, the patrons rolling their eyes. Immediately, your features scrunch in embarrassment and you reach back, swatting your hand quietly at what must be your friends or family teasing you for boldly approaching the pianist on such a busy night. “Sorry, just, you’re really amazing.”

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, feeling a light flush bloom on his cheeks. “Thank you. Thanks.” He nods and watches as you shove a crumpled twenty-dollar bill into his fish bowl tip jar. 

“I’d totally give you more but I just moved here and I’m pretty broke.” You laugh nervously, but all Sebastian can think is how truly appreciative you seem, even without the money. Most people carelessly toss their change at him after he plays a couple of boring songs from the setlist, but you enjoyed his music, the kind he actually liked playing. “Do you perform anywhere else?”

“Herman’s Habit, actually,” he starts, breaking into a soft smile. “When they let me, I mean. It’s pretty competitive there with all the different jazz bands.”

“That sounds amazing,” you reply, moving closer until he can see all the details on your face in the dim mood lighting. He could look at you for hours, he thinks, and for once in a long time he feels genuinely nervous, wringing his hands together to keep them from twitching. “Where is it at? I’d love to go. Live music is just so…” You make a face, searching for the right word but failing to find it. “I don’t know.” You sigh and he knows exactly how you feel. “But I don’t have to tell you that,” you continue, reading his mind.

“It’s great.” Sebastian can already imagine it, you dancing, watching him in his element. “I’ll take you,” he offers, so quickly it feels like the words are coming from someone else. “Tomorrow night, you and me. What do you say?” The look of surprise on your face is hard to miss and he worries he’s being too forward. “Or we can meet there. Anywhere, actually. But we should really go to Herman’s.”

When you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, he’s struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss you. “Like… on a date?”

“Yes,” he says, so confidently he almost believes it himself. “You’ll love it, I promise.” At least, he hopes you will. After months of living in a slump, it’s as if the universe has dropped his soulmate right in front of him, and he wants to know you so badly it makes his skin tingle. 

Another beat passes. “Alright,” you agree, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Give me the address.” You quickly pull your phone out, typing in exactly what he tells you and having him double-check it for good measure. “I really didn’t expect this when I came over here,” you admit, hoping you don’t sound too flustered. “I just wanted to compliment you, I swear.”

“Me either,” Sebastian jokes, and when you laugh, it sounds just like jazz. “How’s eight?”

gosling sleepover sunday (no longer taking requests!)

[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2024 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #4

🎤 Can you believe we’ve had four weeks of amazing creations already? We certainly can’t! We hope you’re enjoying the works inspired by music that hit just the right tone to make them into unique drarry fics, art, and podfics.

There are enough works for us to post for one last week of glorious Drarry goodness, so buckle up for the final countdown! 🎶

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️ And here for the YouTube playlist.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 The Shape I found you in [Not Rated, Digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Shape I found you in' by 'Girlyman'  🎵 Summary: But your heart was busy within,  Building bomb shelters under your skin.  That's the shape I found you in

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Thunder [E, 11,325, digital]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac  🎵 Summary: Harry and Ginny are on a break. Harry and Ginny don’t want anyone to know. Harry assumes Ginny is fucking their way through their Quidditch team. Harry punches Draco Malfoy in the face in his free time. Harry considers this a perfectly reasonable coping mechanism. Harry figures that as long as he keeps everything the way that it is, that everything will stay the same, and nothing bad will happen, and Ginny will stay with him, and Malfoy will keep quietly visiting his dreams.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 crawlin' helpless on the floor [M, 1,525]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cure For Pain by Morphine  🎵 Summary: It doesn't take much to torment a man when he's three broken contracts away from being out of a job and down a newspaper.

📻 Hell is the talkin' type [E, 7,309]

🎵 Song Prompt: Dinner and Diatribes by Hozier  🎵 Summary: “Morgana, I need a drink,” Draco sighs. “Why did I let you convince me to participate in this torture again?”  Harry chuckles. “Because I’m your husband, and you love me?” he offers.  “Bah. Remind me not to let myself be so sentimental next time.”

📻 Mr Blue Sky [E, 69,024]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ by ‘Electric Light Orchestra’  🎵 Summary: Mr Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long...   After five years, Malfoy had finally escaped house arrest, and he moved in just a few streets down from Grimmauld Place. Overnight, the Daily Prophet seemed to fall in love with him. For his charity work, and his charming smile, and—Harry was sure—his prattish fucking personality. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't stop running into him.  He had bigger problems, though. His best friends in the world were having a baby together, which was fantastic, except that they weren't sure he could hold it together well enough to be Godfather.  But despite being flat broke, with a dead dad, and no one willing to risk hiring him, Malfoy appeared to be completely in control of the narrative surrounding his newfound freedom. Maybe Harry could learn a thing or two from the best of the best.  After all, he had the entire pregnancy to convince Ron and Hermione he was perfectly, entirely, 100% fine. If sometimes he had to fistfight Malfoy about it, well, that was nothing new.

📻 'tis the damn season [M, 2,892]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: He doesn’t know why the universe seems to keep placing him in Potter’s proximity every time he returns to London. He doesn’t know how they keep falling into bed, every year, like clockwork.  Draco has tried not to question it.

📻 Tecum Ad Astra [M, 3,257]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵 Summary: It's Friday night and Harry Potter is relaxing with a good book in front of a crackling fire.  But he should be at the club.

📻 Music to my ears [E, 13,190]

🎵 Song Prompt: River flows in You, Yiruma  🎵 Summary: Harry is completely captivated by the beautiful music played on a street piano at a park in Cambridge. He is, however, unprepared for whom the pianist turns out to be.

📻 Pancakes for Dinner [T, 2,176]

🎵 Song Prompt: Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzie McAlpine  🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a trip to visit Harry in his new city at his new job. He’s not brave enough to say how he really feels.

📻 Seasons [E, 9,314]

🎵 Song Prompt: Águas de Março (Waters of March) by Antônio Carlos Jobim  🎵 Summary: Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

[swiftieblyth]

Tangled start

warnings- long but cute

a/n- feel free to skip some of the dialogue, it’s mostly the Tangled script, just Tom and Y/N. Don’t worry, not the full movie

You and Tom were in the recording studio, it was the first day and you were going to do voiceovers and songs.

You were so excited to sing with Tom. Not just at home or karaoke. Tom didn’t give himself enough credit when it came to singing.

“Okay,” the director called from the other side of the glass with headphones on, knocking you out of your thoughts, as you and Tom stood up. “Okay, Tom how about you start with your opening monologue then we’ll go from there.”

“Cool.” Tom smiled, walking to the microphone, as you sat back down, ready to watch him.

“Ready when you are,” the sound guy said.

“This is the story of how I died,” Tom started in his American accent. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. “Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story. And the truth is, it’s not even mine. This is the story of a girl named Repunzal. And it starts, with the sun.

Now once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens. And from this small drop of sun grew a magic, golden, flower. It had the ability to heal the sick, and injured. Oh, you see that old woman over there? You might want to remember her. She’s kind of important. Well, centuries passed and a hop skip and a boat ride away there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved king and queen. And the queen, well she was about to have a baby, and she got sick, really sick. She was running out of time. And that’s when people usually start looking for a medical. Or in this case, a magic golden flower. Ahh, I told you she’d be important. You see, instead of sharing the Sun’s gift, this women, Mother Gothel, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years. And all she had to do was sing a special song.

All right, you got the gist. She sings, she turns young. Creepy, right?

The magic of the golden flower heals the queen. A healthy baby girl, a princess was born,” Tom explained looking at you, which made you smile even more. “With beautiful golden hair. I’ll give you a hint. That’s Repunzal. To celebrate her birth, the King and Queen lunched a flying lantern into the sky. For that one moment, everything was perfect. And then, that moment ended.

Gothel broke into the castle and stole the child. And just like that…gone. The Kingdom searched and searched, but they could not find the princess. For deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, Gothle raised the child as her own.

Gothel had found her new magic flower. But this time she was determined to keep it hidden.

Butt the walls of that tower could not hide everything. Each year, on her birthday, the king and queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky in hope that one day, their lost princess would return.”

“Cut!”

“Tommy, that was amazing!” You smiled, getting up to walk to him.

“Thank you my love,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as you hugged him.

“It was so beautiful, my very own Flynn Rider.” You smiled, kissing his lips.

💜💜💜

“Okay, and now for the final monologue, Y/N, you’re in this too.”

“Okay,” you smiled, as you and Tom walked over to the mic.

“Well,” Tom started in his American accent. “You could imagine what happens next. The kingdom rejoiced. The lost princess had returned. The party lasted an entire week. And, honestly, I don’t remember much of it. Dreams came true all over the place. That guy went on to become the most famous concert pianist in the world. And that guy? Well he eventually found someone to love. As for this guy, well, I assume he’s happy. He’s never told me otherwise. Thanks to Maximus, crime in the kingdom disappeared almost over night. As did most of the apples. Pascal, never changed. At last Rapunzal was home, and she finally had a family. She was a Princess worth waiting for,” Tom smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist, making you smile. “But above all, she lead her kingdom with all the grace and wisdom that her parents did before her. And as for me, well. I started to go by Eugene again. Stopped thieving, basically turned it all around. But I know what the big question is; did Rapunzel and I ever get married? Well I’m please to tell you. After years, and years of asking, and asking, and asking. I finally said yes.”

“Eugene,” You let out, rolling your eyes.

“All right,” Tom cut in, tickling your rib. “I asked her.”

“And we’re living happily ever after,” you smiled, looking up at him, so see his baby blue eyes looking at you.

“Yes we are.” Tom said, leaning down to give you a kiss.

“And cut!” The director yelled. “Great job!”

You and Tom pulled away from each other and took to your headset. You opened the door and walked out and were met by Lady running up to you both.

Her little tail was wagging, and her tongue was out, as she jumped up on yours and Tom’s legs.

“Hi, darling,” Tom smiled, picking her up. Lady barked and licked his face.

“Hi, my sweet girl,” you smiled, kissing her, and rubbing your face against hers.

[aettuddae]

high garden academy — chapter 42.

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

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the trailer door unlocked, causing daein, who was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall and a cigarette between her lips, to turn in its direction.

from behind it, karina appeared. wrapped in her uniform sweater because, even though it was spring, there was a slight wind outside, something daein hadn't remembered before going back outside. apart from that coat, the girl was in her pajamas.

when he sensed her presence, hiro, who up to that moment had been sleeping so soundly that he seemed unconscious, jumped up and ran to her. the little animal started hopping on his two hind legs in search of the affection of the one he recognized as his owner.

"he never greets me like that." broke the silence the biker with her voice more raspy than usual. she hadn't noticed that it was the first time she had uttered a word all day.

"you don't even know his name." refuted the newcomer without looking at her, busy greeting her pet with caresses.

"miko." she blurted out confidently.

"it's admirable how you keep getting further and further away." she teased. "what did you want me to come for?" she straightened up and looked cautiously at hong. "are the cops looking for you?"

"no," she gave a puff. "i think." she added, grimacing with concern. "come." she patted the spot on the floor next to her.

"aeinie," she mentioned, causing the named one to roll her eyes in annoyance at the use of the nickname. "if you're planning to murder me, i just want you to know that i don't think you're strong enough to carry my corpse." she warned.

"why are you so hell-bent on pissing me off?" she replied changing her tone to a bitter one.

"laugh at a joke." she recommended frustrated.

"are you going to sit down or are your pajamas too expensive to sit on the floor?" the older girl hurried.

"someday i'd like you to explain to me why you have this impression that i'm an insufferable rich bitch." she walked over to where daein was, being followed closely by hiro.

"because you are." she explained, turning her gaze to the girl who settled next to her.

"if you can't stand me then why did you call me here?" she stretched out her arms to receive the puppy between them, who lay down on her lap. "what happened?"

they both looked at each other in silence for a moment. karina's expression was one of curiosity, while in daein's you could see her airs of grandeur dissipate to let the misery take over again as she remembered why she was there and what had led her to call the person she could least stand in that whole school to keep her company.

"i'm sad." she admitted, turning her head away, letting her eyes lose themselves in the darkness of the place.

"i didn't know you could feel anything other than anger." the younger girl joked, but only got an awkward silence from the other. "sorry." she regretted it. "why are you sad?"

"eunchae," she took in a large gulp of air through her nose then let it out in a long sigh. "something happened to eunchae." she explained, her voice trembling.

karina thought at that very moment that this was the first time she had ever seen hong daein express any emotion.

"she's fine," she moved her hand to her pocket, pulling the cigarette box out of it. "but if i had been there for her, it wouldn't have happened." she brought the stick to her lips and lit it. "and now she hates me." she blurted out the words along with the smoke.

"and you...?"

"some friends came to town." she interrupted, knowing where the question was going. "i was with them all week."

"and you were...?"

"yes, karina, we were stoned and all those things i usually do when i disappear."

"okay." she nodded her head slightly having gotten all the explanation she needed. "well, she's right to be mad at you, then." she opined.

daein gave her a sideways glance, dumbfounded at her response, it seemed like the few seconds before she starts yelling at her. but she just kept silent with a serious grimace.

she was right.

"what?" karina shrugged. "you're going to tell me i'm wrong?" she raised her eyebrow. "don't worry, aein, she'll get over it, she's your sister."

"i guess you're right." she changed her attitude, calming down.

"and why did you call me?" she questioned while her eyes were on hiro.

"because i needed someone's company." she confessed. "and my sister hates me, sehun too." she held the cigarette between her teeth and used her hands to rub her face. "jennie must be furious with me for disappearing, jiwon and seulgi would have a lot of questions to do." she ran through her list of friendships in her mind, deciphering the reason why karina ended up being the one sitting next to her.

"what about top student?" she said uncertainly, almost in a whisper, referring to minjeong.

"i don't think there's a person who would be less eager to talk to me than her right now." she was lost in thought, remembering the things she had done that had surely pushed the redhead away.

"so you had to call the person you like the least." she let out a dry chuckle. "you're fucked." she pointed out mockingly.

"yeah." she nodded, a discreet smile on her lips. "and you came at 4 a.m. to see the person who likes you the least."

"not funny, we're not talking about me." she stopped laughing and folded her arms.

"why did you come?" she shifted her body a little to get on her side so she could see her.

"i don't know." she lifted her shoulders uncertainly, in denial. "you make me curious." concluded simply.

"for whatever the reason," she dropped her head against the wall careful not to bump herself. "thank you for coming." she murmured sincerely, then closed her eyes.

"it's nothing." she assured with the same feeling. "we have a dog together after all." she added, playing with hiro.

silence took over the place, but it wasn't uncomfortable. daein finished smoking and flicked the cigarette butt into the distance, which eventually ceased with the warmth in her body and before long she began to feel the cold from outside. she hugged herself, trying to contain the temperature.

"aren't you wearing your denim jacket?" spoke karina as she noticed the girl's behavior.

"it's on the bike." she clarified with disinterest.

no other word was heard, and then daein, who still kept her eyes closed, sensed movement from karina, but only interpreted that she must be playing with her dog again. to her surprise, she could immediately feel a cloth over her shoulders, and the girl's closeness. she lifted her eyelids to find her covering her with the sweater she had brought.

"you don't have to." she hurried to say and tried to remove the garment, but the younger girl wouldn't let her.

"you're colder than me." she held up the coat to keep daein from pulling it back, her hands securing it around her belly area.

daein hesitated for a second, but karina looked sure she wanted to lend her the sweater, so, without the blackhaired moving her grip from the position she had it on the biker's body, she lifted her arms and stretched them out after finding the plains of the sleeves, finishing putting it on correctly.

there wasn't enough time between daein's hands appearing from inside the sleeves and them landing on her cheeks for karina to realize what was happening. it was when the older one already had her lips on hers that she had a chance to think about how to react.

she moved her touch up across the other's chest and shoulders until she had her fingers on her cheek and neck, as she reciprocated the kiss.

the pianist had no idea why they had ended up in that situation, but she was physically unable to pull away. it was almost as if an omnipotent force was drawing her to daein, not just at that moment, but all the time.

as if something from above wanted daein to be the one who discovered her with hiro, who stood beside her when her father showed up upset, and that it then took her to the trailer that night and would not allow her to let go of her lips.

whether it was a bigger divine force, or something inside her that she couldn't explain and drew her to the mess that was daein, she always found herself hovering around the older one without even bothering to try to get far.

and for some reason, they fit together so well. in that awkward position, in the cold of the night and with the taste of cigarettes, that kiss was more gratifying and made so much more sense than any she had ever shared with jongin, or anyone else before.

they were both starting to get desperate as they wanted to be closer and seek more contact, daein's hand had fallen to her waist, pretending to draw her further into her space, as if she wanted to wrap her in an embrace, but it was impossible,

because hiro was still in karina's lap,

and he didn't like it one bit to see his owner in someone else's arms.

the puppy began barking and jumping on the girl's legs, causing the pair to brutally pull apart, upset by the noise and the sudden intrusion of the animal's snout between their faces.

"hiro!" yu exclaimed in a whisper, trying to calm the creature. "hiro be quiet, we're going to be discovered." she began to caress his head while hugging him as if trying to pacify a baby.

the girl put him down on the floor, getting up and showing him that they were far, trying to make him understand that they were no longer touching each other.

"your dog is jealous." daein observed calmly, standing on the other side of the trailer.

"don't talk to me, i don't want him to get upset again." she nagged at the girl once hiro was calm.

"come on." she walked past the dog and his master, on her way to the door.

"come on?" she looked at her in confusion.

"your dog doesn't like me." she pointed from below, already outside the trailer.

"where do you want to go?" she approached the edge of the exit.

to get down, you had to take a jump, as the wheels of the vehicle were very high and the entrance ladder had come off due to the age of it. there wasn't too much distance between the ground and the wood, and karina was used to getting in and out of the small wheeled room as she went all the time to see hiro, but still daein took her by the waist and used her strength to lift her off the ground and lower her from the trailer carefully.

"you know you didn't need to do that?" she furrowed her eyebrows and gave her an amused expression.

"and you said i couldn't carry you." she gave a sideways smile and winked flirtatiously.

"doesn't count because i meant if you had to carry my corpse and it's known that when someone dies it's heav..."

"is it possible to get on the terrace?" cut the girl off as she looked up.

"aein, i'm trying to prove my point." she ignored her, wanting to get back to her explanation.

"don't call me aein." she reminded dismissing her. "can you go up there or not?" she repeated without taking her eyes off the school roof.

"no, you can't, it's blocked." she explained dejectedly.

"i don't think so, i can get anywhere." she began to walk around inspecting the surroundings of the building looking for an entrance, closely followed by a lost karina.

[luxury-nightmare]

So thirty two people decided they wanna hear about my character so here we go

Her name is Ivory Finch, and she was a human, but got converted (this takes place in the sitcom Au)

Ivory is roughly 17, and she lives with her younger sister Harper and her mom Aspen. Their dad is out of the picture, he divorced their mom and didn’t try to fight for custody. Aspen prefers Harper over Ivory for reasons she hasn’t told her. Ivory was actually an illegitimate daughter of Aspen and some random guy she hooked up with, so when their dad found out he divorced her. Aspen blames Ivory for it and that resentment is VERY clear. Harper and Ivory are relatively close, but Ivory is still jealous of her for being their mom’s favorite. Ivory wants her moms love. Badly. Realllllly badly. She throws herself into every study she has and thus, she doesn’t have a lot of friends. She’s a pianist and is very talented (yes her name is Ivory and She’s a Pianist. Just roll with it.)

One night, Ivory was working on her studies when all of a sudden, everything felt…..off. Every color was to bright, her clothes rubbed against her skin uncomfortably, and she suddenly felt like she was being watched. She turned around, only to be met with crooked eyes and a monstrous grin.

Do not trust anyone wearing this costume

She ran up the stairs and locked her bedroom door. She was terrified that she was going to die, and was praying to god that Harper and her mom got out safe. She sat next to the door, waiting for something to happen.

But nothing did.

She knew it was still out there, she looked under the door multiple times and was met with orange stripes every time, but it wasn’t trying to get in the room. She was pretty sure it was trying to waiting her out.

So they waited

They waited for six weeks

Ivory had been living off a bag of chips she had brought with her and sink water. Something was beginning to change with her. The lights hurt her eyes, she had aches in her forehead and her teeth felt too sharp. She had no one to ask about it but the demon at her doorstep, so she made a stupid decision.

She knew not to speak to the demon, it would just steal her voice, so she scribbled down a question on a piece of paper and slid it under the door.

what’s happening to me?

“What are you talking about?”

it spoke in her moms voice. It had gotten her.

something’s wrong

“Why are you talking to me” it spat.

She didn’t try to reply

the song and dance continued for another six weeks. Ivory had honestly felt closer to the smiling snatcher than she had to most people. But whatever was plaguing her had gotten worse. She knew that physical contact with the demon would cause all kind of horrible symptoms, but she hadn’t had any kind of contact with it.

The illness only got worse. There were times she couldn’t move because the pain was so bad. She could barely open her eyes, and she had been coughing up blood for weeks on end.

She broke

“I can’t do this anymore”

the demon had won

she opened the door

It turned to her in hunger, but paused, a look of concern confusion appearing on its face

“What” she would’ve spat if her voice wasn’t so horse

Suddenly, the flashing of red and blue caught their attention, the screech of police sirens cutting through the air. The demon snarled before scampering off, clearly resentful that it wasted the better part of three months. Ivory nearly collapsed as the officers approached her door.

“Ma’am we got a call about two girls being held hostage by the smiling snatch- what happened to you”

Ivory didn’t have time to think about his words before she had fainted.

She woke up in a padded room

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So yeah! That’s not the end of Ivory’s story, in fact, that’s not even the truth. Y’all told me to dump EVERYTHING so I will do that

Ivory continues her streak of talking to random people through the walls, this time Patient 66. The two become pretty close, with Ivory clearly needing to work through her mommy issues and Patient 66 needing someone to talk to to keep her from going insane. But she also starts speaking with Winfrey in an, unconventional way.

Winfrey had started to notice their were different auditory hallucinations in the asylum, this time of a piano (I like to imagine Winfrey’s hallucinations are of violins and other string instruments) and they start to talk through the music. Ivory doesn’t know they’re a veldigun.

She doesn’t even know she’s a veldigun.

She hadn’t fully completed her transformation in the three months she was trapped with Clyde, but she got pretty damn close. She took mostly Winfrey’s traits in her full form (and Lankmann’s but we won’t talk about that (Lankmann’s Veldigun form if he wasn’t beaten to death with a crowbar before he was fully transformed)) not for any real reason, mostly because her lore got revamped and I didn’t want to change her design.

Eventually everyone gets broken out and Ivory figures out that Winfrey’s a velidgun, she’s a velidgun, and a lot of other things she repressed. She’s still actively making herself look human at this point so she doesn’t take the news well. She had always assumed that Harper had made it out, but she hadn’t.

In fact, Harper was locked in that room with her. They had both started to convert, but Ivory’s transformation was going faster due to her little conversations with Clyde. She had gotten to the point of needing to absorb someone to stabilize, and Harper was the only person in the room with her. She was so ashamed after though, that she had completely blocked it from her memory and convinced herself she was still human.

She’s currently just sort of staying with Clyde, Winfey, and Alex now as she doesn’t have anywhere else to go and is trying to process what happened and what she is now. Alex is trying to talk with her about it since they went through similar experiences. She’s not doing great.

Human and Velidgun form

@blazefirefox relationship chart

Just some facts

She cannot look at any reflective surface, because she cannot look at her veldigun form without freaking out. Her lose though because I’m thinking about maybe giving her the ability to travel through mirrors and other reflective surfaces like that one scene from multiverse of madness. Overcoming trauma and getting cool superpowers out of it and all the jazz

Harper was obsessed with the veldigun. She looked up to the Lankmann foundation and wanted to work there one day (that changed very much when she was absorbed and saw everything they did to Ivory). She had actually gotten pretty close to learning of Winfrey’s existence so Clyde saw her as a threat.

Ivory and Patient 66 have a mother daughter relationship and Ivory and Winfrey have a father-daughter relationship. I have unintentionally created a custody battle between 66 and Winfrey but honestly I’m not complaining.

Her wings were clipped by the asylum before they finished forming so she can fly, but it takes a lot of balance and effort (I’m honestly imagining a scene where Alex teaches her how to fly and it’s just pure fluff)

She has a……complicated relationship with Clyde. She resents it for absorbing her mother and transforming her into a velidgun, but she also is grateful for it helping to break her out and being the closest thing to a friend she has really every had.

She still plays the Piano. Winfrey would play with her but their hands are to big :(

so yeah that’s everything. I will write fics for her if you’re interested. All of this is subject to change at some point if someone says anything I want to work in or if I think of something cool. Thanks for listening to me ramble.

[unamused-boss]

Ngl im literally obsessed with ur writeing rn so! I have a request! Could you do a billy x reader where you are in a band and you invite billy to a show and hes like your biggest supporter ever. OH and you play the guitar and are the lead singer ( Yall r highsxhool yall have no money) so yeah, tysm if you do the request!!!!

That's my Girlfriend!!!

Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

Disclaimer: This maybe a bit short, underaged drinking, some harsh language

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"If I'm gonna be honest I'm actually shitting myself Billy." You panicked to your boyfriend. He looked to you softly.

"Can you stop shitting your pants, you will do great." He said.

"You really think so." You look to him with big eyes. He can't help but laugh at the state of you. The first night Billy had met you was, of course, at a party were you promptly punched him in the nose. To this day you say it was an accident but Billy knows it was on purpose. He was being an ass... and you both were drunk.

"Hey." Billy smiled to you. " You are going to give the most amazing show these hicks the best show of their lives and after we are going to have the best sex of our lives." Billy laughed as you punched him in the arm for the horrible sex joke. Your expression still did not change. He brought you closer to squeeze you into a hug. He kissed your lips as an announcement was heard throughout the bar.

"Everybody, I would like to introduce a new band to you. You don't know them, but many mothers have complained about their volume level. I'd like to welcome.... VELVET CONCORD!!"

There was a small clap echo that went through the Hide Out bar. That didn't help in any way for you. Your expression stayed the same, terrified.

"You got this babe." Billy whispered. You nodded.

"You ready girl?" Dusk asked right behind the both of you.

"With the amount of crap in my pants... I guess." You are unsure about this.

This has been your dream ever since you could play guitar. You met Thorn, Luna, and Dusk all in middle school. You guys came up with Velvet Concord for the middle school talent show in 1977. That show solidified your friendship. Sure you guys didn't win but you didn't care. You all found something that will bind you together forever. This show in this bar is your first real show, not one for some school dance or party with preselected music. You will be playing original songs that you wrote, with notes that Dusk came up with, bass from Thorn, and drums from Luna. You didn't want to screw this up for them.

We've dealt with so much bullshit. From bullying cause of how we dress, to our music, jeez it only stopped when you started dating Billy. Everyone would pick on us until they needed a band for the party, and in the words of Tommy H. "I'd rather have you than the freak and his band." At least you weren't the second pick.

You and Velvet Concord made your way on stage. You nearly tripping over some cords. You were sweating, so much sweat. My throat is dry. The lights are glaring down at me. ' I can't do this' 'I should give up'.... 'What am I doing?'

"Yeeeaaaah!" A voice broke you off your head. "Let's go Velvet Concord!" It was your Billy. The Billy you punch in the face. The Billy you asked out. The Billy that asked you to be his girlfriend. The Billy that told you how sexy you look in your stage outfit tonight. The Billy that has non stopped supported you once both were together.

"Um... Hello everyone we are Velvet Concord." You started. "This is my bassist Thorn, my drummer Luna, and my pianist Dusk." Okay you've introduced everyone.

Now the show begins.

"1...2...3..."

Your guitar was on fire. You were synced with the band as if it were second nature. The upbeat rock blared through out the Hide Out. Luna put every heart beat into her drums. You don't think you have ever felt so alive. Every lyric that was sang was like it was being constructed for the first time all over again. You're back in the garage practicing what cord goes were and what note was perfect. The set that your prepared for the night was selected perfectly. Nothing can beat this. The nervous sweat now turned to excitement. Screaming every note with passion. Everything was right, this is how it is supposed to be. Velvet Concord under bright lights, even if they were from some dingy rock bar. The last riff finally hit. Thorn played it out a bit as usual.

"But on my tombstone when I go just put death by rock and roll~"

There was an eruption of applause through the crowd. The lights were turned down now you could see everyone in the crowd. Everyone cheering for your band.

"That's my girlfriend!!" A shrill voice yelled. You laughed at Billy's antics. You didn't see where he was until a force came up on stage an tackled you into a hug.

"This is my fucking girlfriend!!" He yelled to the crowd. Which in return made them scream even louder at his banter. You looked behind to see your band mates laughing at your boyfriend. You step forward away from Billy for a moment.

"Thank you everyone!." You and your band took your, very much rehearsed, bow to the crowd. You quickly unhooked your guitar from the speakers to be dragged backstage by your boyfriend. As he turned you around he brought you in for a hot kiss. Which surprised you cause you thought this would be saved for later.

"You were the most amazing and sexy woman I have ever met!" Billy cheered to you. You laughed in response. He brought your into a bear crushing hug.

"Was it really that good?" you asked.

"Good? It was better than good, it was great!" He yelled.

"Yo Y/n, get your mans under control." Thorn laughed. "We've only just begun, if he's this excited about our first show he might wipe out by our next." You girls laughed along with her. Meanwhile Billy was smothering you with a hug. If your hair wasn't already frazzled it would have been a mess.

"Guys! Guys!" Luna shouted as she ran to you all. "Joel just gave me out check!" She waved. You quickly snatched it from her flailing hand.

"Oh my gosh!" Your eyes widen at the amount, sure for some it wasn't a lot but damn!

"Who want's to flipping celebrate!!" You cheered.

"Yeeeeeaaaaahhh" Everyone else cheered in agreement. Going to run out to the bar to party. Billy stoped for a quick moment alone.

"You really are the best girl ever." He smiled. you smiled to giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Now let's get wasted!" He cheered taking you along with him.

"Yeah!"

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Hope you enjoyed!

Fics are gonna be coming out a little slower cause of school plus I'm having writers block. But I will try to get a Halloween fic out by the end of the month!

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

PJ’s Kaede AND Miu… with Kokichi walking in on the fat assed gyaru’s 🤭

Warning: lewd content below

“My my my, what do we have here?”

“W-what the hell are you doing twerp?!?” Miu was shocked at Kokichi's sudden entrance. Both her and Kaede were completely bottomless, the pianist even bent over at the time he barged in.

“I was bored, so I decided to go lock picking. And aren't I lucky. You both need my help after all.” He used both of his hands to slap both blonde’s asses before gripping them with a surprising amount of force. “How about I help you both put those pajamas on?”

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“This isn't helping, this is anal sex!”

“Whoops, my bad! Silly me.” Kokichi said with an evil smirk as he continued to ram Miu's asshole with his cock. The inventor was bent over with her face against her mattress as she lifted her ass up in the air for Kokichi's personal use. Meanwhile, Kaede layed down under the pair, using her mouth to service Kokichi's nuts. She sucked in his ball sack while massaging her breasts, patiently waiting her turn.

“Fuck. You're so fucking big. Fuck me harder!” Miu begged as she received a pounding like never before. She screamed into the bed while gripping the sheets tight.

“Huh? Close already slut? I barely even started.” While teasing her Kokichi began rubbing her pussy. He increased his pace and fucked her faster while at the same time using his skilled fingers to massage Miu's pussy. It all overwhelmed the poor girl until-

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Miu screamed as she came all over Kokichi's fingers. Kokichi slowly pulled out, allowing the bitch to slump down on the bed as she panted heavily.

“That just leaves you.” Kokichi licked his lips as he turned to his left. Kaede, who had previously been pleasuring him, was on all fours, twerking her fat ass like a prooer porn star. She gave herself a nice hard spank before winking, openly inviting herself to be dominated.

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“Oh my god you're amazing!” Kaede cried as she rode Kokichi's cock. She didn't bother with the illusion that he would help her put on clothes, so she simply threw them on to a sleeping Miu’s body. Now she could ride him with reckless abandon, while also giving him a pretty nice view of her ass.

“Wow, even thought I'm fucking your pussy your still waaaaay tighter than the cum dumpster sleeping over there.” Kokichi snickered as he laid back and watched as the bimbo broke herself on his thick dick.

“R-really? T-thank you. Please, praise me more.” Kaede bashfully requested, feeling a new sick fetish unlock within her.

“What's the magic word?”

“F-faster!”

“Good girl.” Kokichi smirked as Kaede increased her pace for him, panting like a dog. “Let's see, you got the thickest ass on campus. And also the biggest boobs that look ever larger in that slutty vest of yours. Plus, I now know for sure that your pussy is waaay better than that other slut. No wonder every guy wants to fuck you!”

“E-every guy?”

“Oh yeah. If you're really a slut for praise just ask. I bet you could even convince them to share if it means a chance to use your sexy body. Although…” Kokichi suddenly began rapidly thrusting inside of Kaede. “I'm claiming you first!”

“Yes! Fuck me! I'm in love with your big dick!”

“You're going to love what comes out of it more~.”

“Yes. Oh my god. Fuck I'm so close. Please cum in me. Cuminmecuminmecuminmecuminme!”

Splurt!

Kaede's constant begging was rewarded as she felt Kokichi's warm cum shoot inside of her. She fell off his dick and laid on her back, still high off the experience. She was still orgasming from the sensation of having his load inside of her. Kokichi took a good look at the gyarus before laughing maniacally. He had the best idea.

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“I-I can't believe we're doing this.” Miu blushed as the three walked to class together. Kokichi's genius idea was for them to walk to school together wearing matching pajamas. And just pajamas. Miu blushed at people staring at her more pronounced rack, her hard nipples visible through the cheap fabric.

“I-I don't completely hate it.” Kaede muttered. She'd already received 9 cat calls, 6 whistles, 5 “damn”’s, 2 surprise spanks and chest gropes, and someone even pantsed her! As a newly realized attention whore, she was loving Kokichi's idea way more than she was willing to admit.

“C'mon, it's not that bad.” Kokichi smirked. The main reason the girls agreed was because Kokichi also went without underwear today, his meaty cock bulge clearly visible and only guarded by a single thing button. “Besides, I can even show off the new symbols of friendship we got.” With one fell swoop, Kokichi pulled down both of their pants, to reveal their new ass tattoos. One word on each cheek that read:

“Kokichi's property.”

Despite Kokichi's reputation, you had to give it to him here; he definitely wasn't lying about that!

[the-authoress-writes]

Family

(AKA some of my Tom “Iceman” Kazansky headcanons)

Warnings: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky’s father’s A+ parenting (not), mentions of cancer.

Author’s Note: This was instigated by @callsign-skydancer, after she sent me a very insightful message, and I just had to go with it, until, voilà, I churned this out in an hour and a half.

I’ve had these headcanons for a while now, but it’s because of Sky that I decided to get them down.

I’ll be using these in some later stories, so if you see some copy-pasting, you didn’t see anything, self-plagiarism doesn’t count, 😂.

I have no idea if this makes any sense, I wrote this in what I feel is a weird tense, but I have to get this out of my head, so I can finish “Wherever You Go”.

Enough of the Authoress talking, here we go!

Family has a great deal of meaning for Thomas Kazansky.

It affects and has affected him in more ways than one, and it continues to influence and shape him.

It was why he joined the Navy.

Most people assume that his father was Navy, because they hear higher-ranking officers whisper “He’s related to Kazansky” or things like that, but they’d be wrong.

His father was not Navy.

His father is Dr. Vasily Kazansky, a prominent Honolulu cardiologist, who detests all things military, who wanted nothing but for Tom to follow in his footsteps, demanding utmost academic excellence in preparation for medical school, creating a habit drilled into him that carried over into Tom’s service.

His grandfather, however, was Captain Sergei Kazansky, a highly decorated US Navy officer who served during World War II.

As a child, during visits to his Dedushka Sergei and Babusya Anya, young Thomas could be found in his grandfather’s arms, listening wide-eyed to Sergei’s stories of his time in the Navy.

It was Sergei Kazansky who instilled in Tom a love of country, and the desire to serve.

Tom’s decision to join the Navy and attend Annapolis was what drove a final wedge between Tom and his father, who detested the military for taking his father, Sergei, from him, in more ways than one, both physically, and emotionally, Sergei not knowing back then how to handle his trauma.

It was his grandfather who pinned the Lieutenant Junior Grade bars on his uniform, and Tom will never admit it, but he had tears in his eyes when Sergei embraced him and whispered in his ear, “Я так горжусь тобой, Томас,” words his own father never said to him.

It broke his heart when Sergei died of lung cancer three months before he was slated to attend TOPGUN.

But his memories and the lessons his Dedushka taught him would stay with him forever.

Most people would never assume that Tom “Iceman” Kazansky would have an artistic bone in his body, but they would be absolutely wrong.

One of Tom’s best kept secrets was that he is a very accomplished pianist.

He was taught by his mother, Yelena, how to play the piano, and music ran in her family, her own father, Oleg, having been a violinist with the USSR State Symphony Orchestra, before his defection to America.

Tom’s fondest memories of his mother are of afternoons spent with Yelena teaching him to play the piano, after dragging him from his homework, which enabled him to play Chopin at twelve, followed by the two of them listening to recordings of classical music, some of them featuring his grandfather Oleg’s playing, his father’s long hours at work enabling this time away from studying without censure.

One of his most prized possessions is a vinyl record which he inherited from his mother, of Shostakovich’s “Leningrad Symphony”, where his grandfather Oleg can be heard playing second chair violin.

In general, Tom’s favorite pieces to play are Chopin, but depending on his mood, what he plays varies.

When he’s at his most neurotic, Bach comes easier, the precision required to play those pieces giving his mind something to fixate on.

When he’s upset or angry, he hammers away at Scriabin, and some pieces of Rachmaninov, like “Prelude in G Minor (Op. 23 No. 5)” and “Prelude in C Sharp Minor (Op. 3 No. 2)” and Beethoven’s “Piano Sonata No. 8 in C Minor (Pathétique)”.

When he’s feeling a little drifty, he goes for Satie and Debussy, or “The Lark” by Glinka and Balakirev.

When he’s happy, Chopin’s “Heroic” polonaise is a must.

When he’s lonely, Chopin’s “Nocturne No. 20 in C Sharp Minor (Posthumous)” is a standby, because of how it reminds him there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.

He’s proud to say he can play his dream piece from his early high school years, Liszt’s transcription of “La Campanella”, though he still thinks he can get it just a little bit faster.

His most recent dream pieces are Rachmaninov’s “Piano Concerto No. 2”, and Liszt’s “Rondo Fantastique (El Contrabandista)”.

It’s because of him that Bradley is as good a pianist as he is, having been the Baby Goose’s teacher on the instrument.

He wishes Bradley would show off the classical pieces he knows more than his rendition—great as it is—of “Great Balls of Fire”.

Family has shaped Thomas Kazansky for better and for worse—there are still days he can hear his father telling him an A- wasn’t going to get him into any half decent Ivy League, or that he had to try harder, that his best needed to be better, and those are the days he plays Bach, or Scriabin, Rachmaninov, and Beethoven—but it was also what made him who he was, what led him to what he loves doing, and what led him to the family he chose.

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[cinamun]

i gotta question.

In the flashback where mercy and jackson were in the kitchen, she said, "I miss us." Does that mean they were together in the past, and then they broke up and he married Mercy, bringing her into the band? Because I could understand Bertie's pain, watching the man you love marry a younger woman and "flaunting" her in your face. In her mind, she might have justified it by saying, "He was mine first! He was always mine!" Probably also asked herself, "What does this little girl have that I don't?"

Which brings me to the next point. It's hard not to look at Jackson as somewhat creepy for even shacking up with someone that young, and even having a baby with her at his big old age. I also wonder, based on a couple of the flashbacks, if he married her partly for the sake of control. Maybe Bertie, being grown, wasn't going along with whatever Jackson wanted for their personal life. So Mercy would seem like a great choice because she hadn't experienced enough to want something different?

Friend!! 1st paragraph, that's literally how the entire scene went down. Bertie presented as a bitter ex who couldn't get over a younger, prettier new boo thang hanging on the arms of an award-winning jazz pianist that she couldn't keep for herself. Also those last couple of sentences would make a great case for her being the one who actually unpixeled him.... I digress 👀

As for the 2nd paragraph, Mercy wasn't a kid. The age difference was between 10 and 15 years as I mentioned when someone else asked about it. She was likely in her early/mid 20s when they met he was likely early/mid 40s. Some people dig that. I don't judge. She was an adult and said herself that men build character with age (according to Jayce). He didn't shack up and have a baby with her. He married her and together, as a married couple, they had a child.

When Mercy mentioned that she was tired of being controlled, I believe she meant that Jackson tried to control how she reacted to this affair. He tried to control the narrative as we saw in the flashbacks, until he couldn't anymore (Friday's update). I think he married her because he loved her but is also probably authoritative just in general (the flashback of him telling her to get in the car because they had bills to pay).

Also, I gotta ask; if Bertie was so grown, why couldn't she have that conversation with Jackson when he was sober? Why did she confront him while he was impaired? Even Jackson said Mercy was more of grown woman than her. I think Bertie has always been petty and here we are.

[melloniley]

Preparing for the Easter (Cielinny fanfic: Ciel Phantomhive x Finny)

(english isn't my native language, so please forgive me for any mistakes ^^ was inspired by the art of @i-n-e-a https://64.media.tumblr.com/b1bb86480d0213312610b8988f514840/5f53b9176a293aee-0d/s2048x3072/405a756083becc05e0777f2cca45c47697c2e350.jpg) Rated: PG-13

The kitchen was in complete chaos, screaming and noise. Basically, nothing new for the servants of the Phantomhive’s family. Bard again ruined the pie, for which Sebastian had already reprimanded him, Mey-Lin broke expensive wine glasses. And only Snake and Finnian were calmly busy painting eggs for the holiday of Easter. It seemed that there was no end to this chaos. Ciel was already used to the fact that his house was sometimes noisy, although he did not like too loud noises. However, it was precisely these sounds that instilled a kind of homely warmth that made one feel calm. But not for Sebastian. Perhaps he was already tired of all this, since over and over again he tried to push it into the servants’ heads to be more careful and attentive. The young master decided to check what the younger servants were doing so painstakingly.

While Finny was stubbornly trying to color the eggs, he didn’t even notice how the earl sat down next to him. Snake did it much better because of his long and neat fingers, like a pianist. And Finnian... it took him a lot of effort not to break another egg. However, even this has already begun to crack. This was starting to get a little annoying. Ciel watched this picture for some time, periodically looking at the expression on the blonde’s face. Maximum concentration and slight irritation. “Beautiful...” - a teenager would think. Perhaps this is so, but he’ll never admit it out loud.

Ciel began to notice the makings of feelings for his gardener even while he was caring about him in Sieglinde's castle. Perhaps Ciel missed those very tight hugs and someone else's warmth that Sebastian couldn’t give. And hugging a creature that literally wants to devour you didn’t bring much pleasure. In appearance, the brunette may seem strict and cold, but he still remains that boy with a lack of care and love. The attention from Lizzie was too intrusive and impudent. It was as if she was mentally screaming: “Here I am, only yours, you shouldn’t need anyone else.” In fact, this is how it should be, because she’s the future bride of the young master. The choice for Ciel had already been made a long time ago, which he disliked catastrophically. And Finny is like a small ray of light in this darkness of depressing events. Yes, he’s quite naive and sometimes stupid. But this is the purest soul among all the masked demons. Ciel comes out of his thoughts and notices that the gardener has broken another egg. Taking a deep breath, the boy leaned his head on his hand.

“Finny, do you need any help?” bocchan asked unexpectedly for the blond boy, causing him to flinch. “You’ve already broken the third egg; it seems to me that you need help to leave at least something for Easter.”

“Ah? Young master?!” boy perked up and immediately straightened up. “Sorry, I didn’t notice you. I was passionate about painting Easter eggs... And yeah, I'm not very good at it”

“It’s okay,” the earl laughed lightly. “I see you put a lot of effort into just putting a pattern on an egg. Of course, I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you, but let me hold it and you’ll paint it, okay? At least this way we'll avoid another egg you break”

“Mhm, let's try it. If you think it’ll be easier this way,” Finnian scratched the back of his head and, biting his lip, dipped the brush into the paint again. Ciel sincerely tried to help his servant, as he perfectly understood that the boy gets upset if something doesn’t work out for him. Gardener tried to draw beautiful patterns on the egg, but for some reason it still turned out clumsy and not as beautiful as Snake’s. Sighing, Finny examined the egg from all sides and looked at young master. “How do you like it, bocchan?”

“It’ll do for the first time, let’s do the next one,” Ciel put the painted egg aside and took another. Snake got distracted by the teenagers, looking up from his coloring.

“I think the egg looks strange. As if it fell into a swamp, Oscar said...” he commented, watching gardener and young master.

“Hey! Young master is actually helping me! Don’t meddle with your comments,” blond boy exclaimed and frowned, already applying a pattern of a different color to the egg. Ciel stood up and leaned slightly so that his face was almost above Finny's ear. The earl put his hand on the gardener's hand and squeezed it a little with his fingers to make it more comfortable to hold the brush.

“Look, there’s no need for sudden movements. Since the egg is too small, we’ll draw carefully and slowly,” young master spoke in a measured voice to calm Finnian down a little and give an example of how to draw correctly. The gardener was too stunned by such an action from bocchan that he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. He was afraid of ruining this moment of sudden intimacy with a person he cared about. But at the same time, he was still able to direct his attention to what Ciel was showing him, although it was difficult to take his eyes off the smooth-looking skin and red lips.

“... And now in the middle of the flower we add yellow to complete our drawing. Like this... Finny, are you listening?” young master turned his head a little to understand that Finnian was watching the movements of his brush.

“Oh, yes... Yes! It turned out just great!” blonde boy beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

“Now try to draw a flower yourself. You can add hearts, stars - whatever your heart desires. I’ll watch you do it,” Ciel sat back on the bench and crossed his legs.

“I’ll try...” Finny bit his lip and, shooting his eyes at the gentleman again, chose paint and dipped his brush into it. He decided to draw the sun and flowers on the grass. Although there’s not enough space for creative thought, he’ll try to draw as beautifully as young master. And Ciel was still watching Finnian carefully. He really tried, because a boy just can’t do anything wrong after he was helped by the young master himself, whom he almost put high up in the sky.

“Here, look at it, young master. I’ve done paint” gardener looked at the gentleman with puppy dog ​​eyes, hoping to hear praise addressed to him.

“You’re making progress, Finny,” Ciel smiled slightly and tucked a lock of hair behind the gardener’s ear. “I hope you can continue without me. I have a French lesson soon, so I’ll have to leave you for a while.”

“Sure! It’s okay...” Finny blushed slightly. Snake followed the young master with his eyes and, looking at the blond, asked:

“How long will you remain silent about your feelings? You can't hide this forever, Emily said”

“Um? You don't understand, Snake, I wasn't even close to the young master... I'm just his servant, the gardener. And he’s an earl...,” the boy drooped and laid his head on the table. “He will never be able to love someone like me...”

“An attempt isn’t a torture. You didn't even try, Wild said” Snake put the basket of eggs aside.

“Maybe I’ll try someday, but not today. I guess I’ve already exhausted my limit of bocchan’s touches for this month,” Snake barely restrained his chuckle.

[astagsart]

Gutenberg Recap

Okok so the pianist starts the show w an announcement it’s very funny, Andrew and Josh come out and start explaining the show, there’s a lot of funny physical bits involving stage crossing and kicks and an inhaler, and also repeated jokes like thatched roofs and stuff

Andrew and Josh interacted with the audience a lot, there was a lot of looking at specific people for approval which was super cool bc Andrew and I nodded at each other and I gave him a thumbs up and Josh waved at a lady whilst laying down after an inhaler bit too

There were a couple breaks where smth would make Josh laugh and Josh would make Andrew laugh, examples:

Andrew was getting some water upstage and Josh was downstage doing some lines and someone yelled ‘yes!’ to which he wagged a finger and said ‘no”, which people laughed and one man towards the back coughed and Josh stopped his monologue and asked ‘you okay there?’ and people laughed, and he started to laugh and it just became a mess bc Andrew came up laughing, and then Josh coughed and said ‘I think I’m catching what he has!” Cue more laughs, then they got back to the scene

There was also a strong choice by Josh where he said a line very strangely and it broke Andrew, “that was an interesting choice” and they did some improv a bit, very funny

Andrew is very flexible and explicit in the show, especially as Gutenberg. Lots of body rolls at a wine press, high kicks, and 3/4 of a split very very close to me which was honestly impressive

Josh was killing it with random kicks, hand movements, and gyrations

Bud and Doug both work at a nursing home, and have some interesting backstory tidbits through the show, and there were a couple moments that made me think: yeah, tony nominations

Both had some really stunning vocal performances including andrews beautiful tenor belt, Josh’s falsetto, and lots of accents. British, small children, and German, where andrew sounded like Hedwig

At the end, there’s a little call and response singing bit where they sing we eat dreams and have the audience sing we eat them to and they had the gentlemen and then the ladies do it

Not so humble brag, I was front and center so I had a lot of nods from Andrew and played along best I could so when he said now the ladies, he held a hand out to gesture to me

It was very neat and honestly possibly the best show out there right now, not to mention it’s incredibly funny. I could not stop laughing and was in tears at some points