#pro michael bublé

[bubblesbenson]

How come Harry Styles and all of these modern pop stars can do whatever they want, but if Chris Pratt or Michael Bublé even fart (you know, like being accused of homophobia when there is no physical evidence other than a bad church), the Internet will mercilessly attack them?

Really would like to understand this logic.

Also, can we also leave Brie Larson and Tatiana Maslany alone too while we’re at it?

@impulse-cake @raven-eyed-wanderer

[astronova-00]

Severus loves christmas because he embodies the role of Ebenezer Scrooge.

(Also he sings along with the christmas classics because I said so!)

YES ITS OCTOBER AND IM STARTING CHRISTMAS HCS… (currently listening to Holly Jolly Christmas by Michael Bublé)

[pinksobg]

Advice from your feminine side 🎀 + self care advice also from your feminine side (long reading, with topics)

talking about studies, job, relationships, self care practices

choose an feminine energy you would take advice from, connect with yourself and your highest energy you want. for reflection. 🪞🫧

pile 1 > 2 > 3

Pile 1) 🪞🫧 Welcome to your reading

College/studies/school/skills: the tower. strength. 9 of pentacles.

It represents the changes you may go through, leaving your comfort zone, changing your routine.

Strength suggests the protection of our objectives, our ability to face and pursue our own desires, with focus and determination to face challenges.

The 9 of Pentacles symbolizes the end of a cycle. It suggests that you may have worked hard towards goals and now it is time for the cycle to end, indicating success and obtaining rewards.

In the card, we see a beautiful woman enjoying her conquests, walking through a winery surrounded by coins.

In summary: the advice is to focus on your goals, work on adapting your routine, define priorities and/or even leave your comfort zone a little; pursue your performance, your goals in a healthy, balanced way and with a lot of willpower.

You will have protection from your feminine side on this journey and a good path will lead you to a wonderful harvest; even if it seems slow or even difficult; consistency, rest, balance, fight.

Job: empress. 7 of swords.

Empress! Oh my! The advice is clear, for you to deal with clarity, strength, inspiration, organization and power in your work. Fighting possible negative energies, which could be difficulties at work, with grace and self-confidence, self-knowledge, self-control, self-healing. Not allowing yourself to be degraded.

Relationships: 9 of cups, queen of swords.

Look for pure and true intentions in your relationships, on the part of yourself and others. Bring out your best, take good care of yourself, and try to heal negative patterns that can harm your relationships. I don’t know why I’m thinking this but therapy and/or connection and open, healthy conversation seems important here. It must be the queen of swords, with her assertiveness. Think about your purest and truest intentions and discover your power of healthy communication.

Self care practices: DIY, manual work, crafts, contact with nature, contact with your interests.

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Pile 2) 🪞🫧 Welcome to your reading

College/studies/school/skills: ace of pentacles, 7 of pentacles.

The ace of pentacles suggests your success, your good performance, the abundance that will result from your work.

The 7 of Pentacles suggests that you should stop for a moment and evaluate everything you have achieved so far before moving forward.

Evaluate the obstacles that remain or what is stopping you from taking the next step towards your growth.

In short: you will reap good results from your efforts, or you have already achieved beautiful things.

The advice is to evaluate your path, celebrate your achievements and plan your next steps, what needs to be done, perhaps even the pros and cons; to be able to find better direction in your studies and practices, find techniques and ways to do what needs to be done and be happy with your achievements, dreams and determinations. (what a long ride I feel you have done, thank you so much and congratulations).

Job: 8 of cups, 5 of pentacles.

It suggests detachment and innovation. Illuminate your mind, seek inspiration and follow the path that you think is best and most prudent for you in your work.

In the Mythological Tarot deck, the Five of Pentacles Tarot Card presents the following image: This tarot card presents the image of a man wearing a cloak and supposedly leaving a house. Five gold coins appear in the image. It's night and there is an intense full moon.

In summary: caution may be advised with certain types of investments and/or negative thoughts (or even negative actions) about yourself and/or other matters that may bother you at work.

Seems pretty specific, doesn't it? May not resonate completely for a part of pile 2.

Relationships: hierophant, queen of wands.

The hierophant card suggests commitment, values, traditions, inner and spiritual contact.

The Queen of Wands symbolizes stability, focus, security and also a woman who has the power to help in a time of need. In the card we see the Queen on her throne adorned with lions, symbols of her courage and power.

The Queen of Wands means a time with more focus and determination to achieve goals or resolve situations.

The card indicates love and passion, both for resolving issues and for others. It is a card that suggests courage and strength to pursue what you want at the moment.

In summary, for more practical advice: it is advisable to establish what your expectations are with your relationships, what your values and/or traditions are, work on them with affection, care and courage; in addition to helping your loved ones when they need it whenever possible. (You are a very abundant person, I wish you all the best).

Self care practices: contact with your interests, aromatic diffuser/candles/etc; yoga, meditation. Spiritual: contact with your feminine side/balancing your energy.

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Pile 3) 🪞🫧 Welcome to your reading

College/studies/school/skills: high priestess, ace of wands.

Yay! Love this energy. The advice is to connect with yourself, connect yourself to your ideas and ideals. Think big, trust yourself, work on your skills and cultivate all your good energy, learning and ideas. The advice is for you to get down to business with faith in your abilities and confidence. Congratulations! We see new projects and great ideas on the way, trust in yourself and continue well and firm; vibrating loudly. (wow so refreshing energy).

Job: 6 of swords, king of pentacles.

The 6 of Swords signifies a moment of transition, which tends to be positive. This transition can be physical, emotional or spiritual, depending on the situation.

The card also talks about and suggests overcoming challenges, forgiveness, being forgiven and forgiving, ending conflicts and finding new solutions at work.

The King of Pentacles indicates that success may be just around the corner. In more comprehensive consultations, it could mean a promotion at work or an opportunity, where your wisdom and intellect will guide you to the right path. It suggests good control and there is trust involved.

In summary: it is advisable to move forward with overcoming challenges and obstacles, forgiving and being forgiven, ending conflicts and finding new solutions that can bring you joy and well-being. suggests the support of your intellect, security and confidence in your work.

Your feminine side will support you; ask for clarity if necessary.

Relationships: 6 of swords (again?), 6 of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, knight of pentacles.

The 6 of Pentacles means that some difficult situation will improve. The card indicates a moment of generosity where things tend to get back on track.

It suggests that harmony will be restored and your life or the issue in focus has everything to balance again.

In short: it is advisable to seek justice and balance in your relationships, with generosity. There is growth in your relationships soon or is already existing. The knight of pentacles, mainly, suggests working on emotional security in your relationships, whether with a sincere conversation, therapy, conversations about issues or old hurts if necessary.

Seek justice and generosity from your loved ones is advice.

Self care practices: games you like, positive self talk, writing about memories/journaling, skin care, exercising/pilates if it's possible. 🤗

[ghostradiodylan]

Which Hacketteers do you think are pro Christmas music and who do you think is totally against it?

Okay this is a great question and such a hard one for me because I’m kind of ambivalent about Christmas music myself! I like it fine for a couple of days beforehand but when it starts playing in stores right after Halloween? I’m still in spooky mode, stop trying to make me be merry for the sake of capitalism! 😂

Also given the setting of New York state, I wonder if any of them come from Jewish or otherwise non-Christian families. Idk who’s most likely to fit into that category but it’s a consideration. Christmas culture infects everyone though lol.

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

I feel like Jacob is a literal child so he probably gets super excited about everything Christmas and is like helping his parents put up elaborate light displays and buying Christmas themed snacks and stuff, so he’s probably listening to Christmas music the day after Halloween and I feel like Emma might be similar. Emma might come Christmas caroling at your house because she loves performing so much! Emma doesn’t mind a pop cover or a bit of Mariah Carey at all.

Kaitlyn might be a total Grinch if left to her own devices but she can’t help indulging Jacob a little. She doesn’t mind Christmas music in the context of Christmas movies but she probably wouldn’t listen to it on purpose just for fun. She has a secret soft spot for the soundtrack to The Muppet Christmas Carol.

I feel like the holidays might be complicated for Ryan. We don’t know why his mom isn’t around, though I obviously have my headcanons for fiction, but that might make it a little bit of a tough time for him. At the same time, he seems really invested in his sister so he probably wants to make Christmas special for her. He lives with his grandparents, so maybe they’re listening to the more classic, old school Christmas music and jazz covers and he’s probably fine with that.

Dylan I think could go either way, either he’s rolling his eyes about it altogether or he’s making massive playlists of indie and alt rock covers and then throwing in annoying goofy songs like “Dominick the Donkey” and “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” I think he probably does not want to hear Christmas music prior to Thanksgiving. But maybe I’m just projecting as I often do.

Abi’s watching The Nightmare Before Christmas on repeat to match her Hot Topic aesthetic. 😂 She likes that original soundtrack and the various artist cover versions and “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” by Fall Out Boy. But when it’s actually the week of Christmas she gives in and gets into the regular cheery stuff.

I wonder how long Nick has been in the US because I always think it has to be so weird for Australians to have all this wintery themed Christmas music when it’s summer in their hemisphere at Christmas time! Maybe he gets really into it because it’s so different from what he’s used to. Or maybe he gets cranky and misses the summer and listens to Tim Minchin’s “White Wine in the Sun” to remember warmer holidays. Could go either way.

Maybe it’s his 50’s fit talking, but I imagine Max being into the old crooner type Christmas music, Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra and more recently stuff like Michael Bublé that’s copying that style. I feel like he starts terribly serenading Laura with that music in early November.

I feel like Laura might not get super into Christmas until school is out because she’s so driven, so maybe she pushes all that out of her mind until then, except when Max is badly crooning “White Christmas” in the shower. But then again, I also headcanoned her as a choir kid in high school so she probably had concerts to practice for too that made her get into the spirit earlier than she really wanted.

Thanks for the asks today y’all! I think my brain is tapped out but I will be meditating on some I can send back! 💜💜💜

[dollyboned]

welcome to my place!

soph | minor | neurodivergent | poc | agender aroace lesbian [she/her/doll | they/them/spirit] | brazilian portuguese & english (learning spanish!)

☆ DNI:

basic dni criteria, TERFs, zionists, bigots, ableists, anti goth/punk movement, leorio, gon & killugon hater, doesn't tw, pro-shippers, pro-ana, pro animal testing, right-wing, lesbophobics, dream fans, acephobics, paranormal things and porcelain dolls hater, witchery hater, doesn't tone tag sarcasm or jokes, constantly joking about suic*de. (intrusive thoughts vent allowed because it's not a joke)

☆ BYF:

communist, goth punk for music, books and sociopolitical views, fanfic writer, i don't play about killugon yuri usually offline & when online reblogging a lot about autism and killugon. ♡

☆ BYI:

i have trouble with tones, english isn't my first language, if killugon is the topic im prone to get really excited. usually missing letters or whole words when talking even if i reread a lot before posting. sometimes brutal honest with no intent to harm; will apologize if you explain to me that you felt bad about it. not interested in flirting and will feel really weirded out if you do so. probably going to remember the most not related topic during a conversation. i can tolerate criticism if you're not mean. rejection sensitiveness dysphoria and "sorry i didn't message before, i forgot you existed for a while /lh /gen" combo. amazingly good at being bad in retaining information unrelated to my sp/in.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(via kamal fareed on pinterest)

☆ special interests;

killugon. my own fanfic (mother arcade), specially killua from mother arcade. paranormal life, haunted dolls, kelsi davies paranormal investigations, soulmori's haunted house, my own haunted doll, malice mizer.

☆ hobbies;

writing. ballet (beginner). drawing. collecting pretty rocks and crystals. music, probably going to learn violin. singing (im an alto!). beginner at crocheting too. writing letters.

☆ music favorites;

goth/v-kei: malice mizer, kaya, buck-tick, scary bitches, siouxsie and the banshees, this mortal coil, type o negative, bauhaus, london after midnight, xmal deustchland, rammstein.

pop/indie/etc: laufey, wave to earth, grentperez, rocco, beabadoobee, wasia project, chappell roan, the marías, her's, lyn lapid, hozier.

brazilian music: gal costa, maria bethânia, alceu valença, chico buarque, elis regina, maria rita, caetano veloso, raul seixas, milton nascimento, rita lee, gilberto gil, belchior, gonzaguinha, djavan, legião urbana.

timeless: michael jackson, jackson 5, george michael, etta james, aretha franklin, louis armstrong, chet baker, ray charles, stevie wonder, michael bublé.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(lyrics to seasons, by wave to earth)

thank you for reading! i hope we can be friends. ♡

[glossyybabie]

changes

part 5 || part 6 || part 7

Summary: You make an attempt to free yourself, and it’s the thought that counts.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Blood and sharp objects. Missy has far too much fun.

Word count: 1021

Notes: Going home for Christmas tomorrow, so I’m not sure how much more I’ll manage to get written for a bit. I was listening to Michael Bublé as I wrote this. I’m such a middle-aged woman. No offence to middle-aged women obviously, you guys slay.

Two fingers pulled your right eye open, one on each eyelid. You weren’t able to see anything past the intense spark of light that immediately shot through your eye, enough to make you grimace in pain and lean away from the hand that was holding it open in the first place. That hand disappeared on its own for a few moments, three quiet footsteps followed, and then it was your left eye’s turn.

You lifted your arms, surprised to find you were able to move them without restriction and push the hand away from your eye. An echo of the light danced against the backs of your eyelids no matter how much you rubbed at them.

“Hm. Someone woke up with an attitude.”

Wincing, you slowly allowed your eyes to open, adjusting to the lights a small amount at a time. Your hospital gown had been changed. That was the first thing you noticed. You were wearing normal clothes. Not clothes you owned or anything, but just simple, normal clothes and shoes.

Your head throbbed. You definitely weren’t somewhere you’d been before, nowhere within that hospital you’d seen. There were lots of flashing lights, and glows of purple, and strange quiet tones that hummed melodically around you. But even despite the change of scenery, you didn’t feel safe. You knew you were far from it.

And in front of you was Missy. She was pressing buttons on some kind of control panel in front of her in an oddly specific sequence, paying no mind to you.

You bent your joints and flexed your muscles each in turn to test whether you were in one piece, because that conclusion just didn’t feel plausible. Suddenly you were lost and confused, so much more than you had been before, as if the predicament you’d found yourself in had just become that much more complicated.

“What’s happening?” you asked. You were surprised to hear your voice leave your mouth at a steady tone.

“Just a little reshuffle, pet,” she assured you. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Reshuffle?” you repeated as you stood up. “Where . . .?”

Your legs trembled beneath you at first. You rarely used them, not for . . . whatever stretch of time that had been. With calculated steps, you were soon able to move in a fairly normal fashion, although with some difficulty.

You could feel Missy’s eyes following your every move. She’d done nothing to stop you moving yet. This was the furthest you’d ever managed to go, the greatest limit you’d pushed.

Then something else caught your gaze in the corner of your eye. There wasn’t just one control panel; there were six, laid out in a hexagonal shape in the centre of the circular room. Your fingers lightly brushed over some of the levers, the metal smooth but cold and biting to the touch.

“Touch anything, and I remove a finger from you,” Missy said evenly. Your hand immediately recoiled. “You are not to touch anything without my permission, or go anywhere without my permission, or leave without my permission. Do you understand?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why? Why allow me freedom but only to an extent? What happened?”

“Oh, just the usual,” she replied. “You humans really are pros when it comes to transmitting hideous infectious diseases, aren’t you?”

“Is that what happened?” you asked. “A disease?”

“Happens all the time,” she said. “This one seemed to be some kind of behavioural infection, or maybe an ugly strain of rabies. I’ve had to sterilise that whole section of the TARDIS.”

Missy continued to explain the events of the last few hours you apparently hadn’t been consciously present for. She was preoccupied with the control panel in front of her simultaneously, causing her to pause between sentences for a few moments intermittently.

You glanced at the panel in front of you again. It wasn’t exactly tidy either. There was a cardboard box full of metal parts balancing precariously against the edge of the surface, from items resembling kitchen utensils to blow torches and bizarre remote controls.

One of the items glinted against the light emitting from the pillar in the centre of the room. You silently curled your fingers around the handle.

“I’m no virologist, but one of the humans I picked up from the 32nd century must have –”

You lurched forward, but in less than a second you were on your back on the solid metal floor. You weren’t even fully certain of what had happened until you saw the handle of the knife you’d been holding sticking out of your thigh vertically. The pain didn’t fully register for a few moments, but once it did you were frantically reaching for it.

A kick to your chin knocked you straight back down again, more uncomfortably than the first time. Missy was standing over you, seemingly unfazed by your actions.

“Cheeky,” she scolded you in a tone far less menacing than you’d expected. She gathered up her skirt enough for her to lift her leg to rest the sole of her boot over the top of the handle, and began to push down. “I left that in there for you, you know. I was wondering what you’d try to do with it.”

You screamed, desperately squirming, attempting to sit up and push her leg away but finding yourself in far too much blistering agony to do so. The blade of the knife slowly vanished into the soft meat of your leg.

Missy smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I hope we’ve learnt our lesson for today, my dear.”

Her foot finally lifted from the knife. It was fully sheathed inside your thigh now. Your clothes were starting to stain with blood already as it seeped through the narrow gaps around the blade.

You squeezed your eyes closed. “Why . . .”

She knelt down beside you and leaned closer. “Beg pardon?”

“. . . Why me?”

Her hand cupped your cheek. You felt it, her warm palm caress your face just moments after she’d mutilated your leg. You hesitantly opened your eyes.

Missy grinned toothily, joviality in her eyes. “You and I are going to have so much fun, poppet.”

[harleyacoincidence]

*bombastically* Hello!!!! I Am hEre to send you a List of Questions about YOUR mUsic TAstes! Tell Us the nAme of:

📚 A song or album you could write a term paper on

📅 A song that calls up a very specific time and place for you

📣 A lyric that feels like it is specifically calling you out

🩹 A song you want to hear when you're feeling low

🏠 A song you could live inside

💖 A guilty pleasure song

🧼 What you sing in the shower

🔎 A song you can't stop analysing

🥲 A song that makes you cry

➡️ A song that makes you want to move around

🎥 A song that gives you a really specific

🧑‍🎨 A musical artist where you drop everything to hear their latest work mental image

🌃 A song for night time

🌅 A song for sunrise

🥳 An album you'd put on for a party

👶 The first song you remember enjoying

⏳ A song you love that was released before you were born

Hey, hey! Not an ask I was expecting, but a welcome one! (Sorry for keeping this in my drafts for so long.)

📚 Wonderland - Caravan Palace (I'm sorry, you're going to be seeing this one a lot.)

📅 Bad - Michael Jackson

📣 "Time eats all these children in the end." (This one's from The Ballad of Jane Doe, from the musical Ride the Cyclone. I would highly recommend it if you enjoy dark comedies and musical theatre.)

🩹 Who Is She - I Monster (Can either ease me out slowly, which is much better than jumping into Livin' La Vida Loco by Ricky Martin, or drive me more insane. Usually it's the first one.)

🏠 I'm assuming you mean the lyrics or overall feel. In this case, there aren't many I can work with. I'll have to go with Fairytale by Alexander Rybak.

💖 6up 5oh Copout (Pro/Con) - Will Wood, followed by The Trumpets by Jamie Berry and MAD by Caravan Palace.

🧼 Noel's Lament - Kholby Wardell's version is my preferred.

🔎 Wonderland - Caravan Palace and Devil's Train - The Lab Rats.

🥲 There isn't a song that's directly made me cry. It was always another factor that caused it, with the playing of the song calming me enough to be able to release the pent up emotion. There isn't a song that does this consistently. However, The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny by Lemon Demon has made me cry from laughter multiple times.

➡️ Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of...) - Lou Bega

🎥 Bust Your Kneecaps (Johnny Don't Leave Me) - Pomplamoose

🧑‍🎨 Will Wood 100%. Have done this and will again.

🌃 Escapism - RAYE, 070 Shake

🌅 Mixed Messages - Tom Cardy

🥳 Considering the tastes of my friends, Everything Is a Lot - Will Wood.

👶 It's a Beautiful Day - Michael Bublé

⏳ At Doom's Gate - Bobby Prince (Why not?)

[this-is-chaos]

We might, understandably, still be salty about “Santa Buddy”….but….it looks like Michael Bublé might be a real one….

***

And then, out of nowhere…he comes out full trans ally and pro gun control. Maybe he’s thinking about the recent school shooting in Nashville. “I’m not a politician. I don’t want to be a politician. But I see all these people talking about the LGBTQ+ community, and we’ve got bigger problems. Those are not problems. Just accept it. How does it change your life? Just love people. Mental health is a big issue in places like America. Gun control is a big issue. Identify how you want to identify, and God bless you.”

[suhana21]

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[mobilemall]

The latest iPhone 15 Pro rumor doesn’t make any sense

The iPhone 15 Professional rumors have been extra forthcoming than Michael Bublé songs at Christmas in latest weeks, however the newest supposed leak has left us scratching our heads. We’ve seen loads of indications that the Professional-level iPhone 15 and much-rumored iPhone 15 Extremely can be that includes an Apple Watch Extremely-style Motion button, however serial tipster @analyst941 (opens…

[bubblesbenson]

Again, can someone explain to me how Michael Bublé is “homophobic”???

All because of a song?????

@raven-eye-dreamer @luciaelena @impulse-cake

[kyosmommy]

Minors DNI

contains: Extreme impulse to listen to Michael Bublé and George Michael during the dance scene, things in ‘these’ are his thoughts, Dom Villain Reader and Sub Pro hero Hawks, alcohol consumption, bondage, sensory play, handjob, edging, religious mentions (fallen angels), degradation

“Subject 1013. Quirk: Intoxication. She can control alcohol levels directly through the bloodstream when in physical contact with another person. Concern level: High. Be careful Mr. Hawks, she's dangerous and good luck.”

“Of course, when do I ever fail a mission?”

Tossing his ear piece he continued traveling through the air, wind howling all around him. The night sky was his personal favorite to travel in, amazed at the fact that every little flicker of light he saw was a separate life from his. Every person he saw was living a life completely disconnected from his. ‘Focus Keigo, think back to her file’

Mission 1013.

Detain and arrest on sight.

Place: Highview bank gala

Escaped from Hero Public Safety Commision at age 17.

Hero Chosen: Hawks

Reasoning: Past encounter/past relationship--Training partners

Notes: Avoid alcoholic beverages.

Landing about a block away he continued on foot, fixing his hair and suit in the nearby store windows. Waving ‘hi’ to a few passing fans. Streets deserted at this time of night. Turning the corner he didn’t even need to check the address to know he was in the correct place.

Entering the building felt like a dream. A grand chandelier provided gold lighting, casting an expensive look to even the most mundane of objects. Like the disgusting corrupted higher ups of the company. Marble floors so shiny it looked like you were walking on water. Rich sponsors talked in groups, throwing back handed compliments around just to get a couple bucks. The most lively parts seemed to be the small bars stationed around. Drinks clinking and laughter echoed around the hall. Everyone was having a relatively nice time.

‘Where would she be? Think, think, think’

Scanning the hall it immediately clicked. Remembering the times you showed him how to dance instead of training. Playing soft music to accompany your melodic instructions. Adjusting his posture and pace to match the music. Quietly begging you still held your love of dance, he made his way over to the source of the music.

Spotting you though a sea of people his feathers seemed to fluff up in glee. The gold lighting reflected off your jewelry and hair piece. You were so beautiful. ‘Remember the mission hawks’

Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your shoulder and whispered, “may i have this dance?”

You knew who it was. His voice was heard all day on the streets, on ads and especially on the news. A sweet suave personality perfect for the tv. But you knew him as someone different. You knew him as the clumsy new puppy the agency adopted.

“Of course. How could I refuse the one and only Hawks.”

Your voice dripped with poison. A dark lure and enchantment that hypnotized anyone that wasn’t careful.

Starting off elegant and slow you matched the music. He kept his distance remembering what you told him about slow dances. Slower music requires space and modesty. But the electricity that radiated off your small touches had him wanting you impossibly closer.

As the quicker paced ballroom music began your bodies fell right into place. Like two long forgotten puzzle pieces being finally put together again. Hands on shoulders and hips, chests pressed together. Practically feeling each other's heartbeat.

“So fallen angel, how has the high life been treating you?”

That nickname. You gave him that name because his sworn duty was to save people, but you always claimed “the best angels fall from heaven and all heroes become villains”. He was your fallen angel.

‘Mission, focus’

Your steps perfectly in sync with each other. His mind couldn't help but wonder and remember how perfect you were for each other. Childhoods filled with pranks on the superior officers and as time went on sparring matches filled with tension.

“Great! I have everything I could ever want. How about you? Where have you been?”

“Oh you know me. Here and there. Everywhere at once” A satisfied hum rumbled through his chest.

Feelings and stories were exchanged mostly from his part, you refused to fully let your guard down. He had to find a way to get you to trust him.

“How about we have a drink?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise at his sudden proposal but quickly settle back into your smug appearance. You knew his tricks all too well.

“Sounds perfect.”

The night continued with meaningless speeches and thank yous from sponsors. Tabs opened and drinks were ordered. A buzz started to settle nicely into his chest. He got a little bolder with his words. Mentioning his past relationships and their satisfaction with him. You pretended interest and amusement. Nodding your head every time he spoke about his immodesty. Conversion slowly shifted to your times together. The both of you held in laughs but sometimes you just couldn’t help it. Getting judging stares from the other ‘esteemed’ audience members.

You were significantly calmer than before. Sitting closer together and talking a lot more. Still nothing too personal about your time gone but it was something. He noticed your lack of physical contact, close but not too close.

Turning to face you he softly gripped at your thigh, “Why don’t we get out of here?”

Quickly setting your drinks down you took hold of his hand and guided him through the coward. Weaving and dodging guests.

Looking back at him you gave him a wink that said “i know a spot”. He gave you a dopey smile back. ‘The mission can wait a little’

Entering an office labeled ‘Head Finance’ you locked the door. Facing him your eyes scanned for any kind of hidden bullshit. His golden eyes never wavered allowing you to practically read him.

“You do realize you're playing with fire right?”

“Maybe I wanna get a little burned”

He took a couple slow steps toward you, reaching his hand out. Taking it you pulled him in, smashing your lips together. It felt needy, harboured feelings suddenly reawakening. Smiling into the kiss you take his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Take a seat baby.”

Your voice was so entrancing, his mind went fuzzy. Playfully pushing on his shoulders until he made contact with the seat. Breath slightly unsteady he spread his legs, finally taking in your form. Eyes glossing over with lust. The glimmering black dress hugged your body beautifully, accentuating your curves and dips. ‘Fuck the mission’

Lifting the side of your dress for mobility, your heel took its place on his knee.

“Ah ah ah. Good boys keep their legs closed.”

Moving his legs closed, you slid onto his lap. Licking and nibbling up his jaw he let out pretty sighs. Grabbing his waist you stopped him from bucking his hips up. Raising yourself to your knees you fully rolled up your dress exposing your pretty panties to him. Giving him a peek of what he wanted but wasn't going to get. Pressing your warm cunt onto his clothed cock you slowly rolled your hips into him. Quickly shutting his eyes his head rolled back with a moan. Distracting him from your other plans.

Taking out silk bounds from your pocket you kept the pace of your hips and began tying him up. Crossing and tying the fabric all throughout his back. He was so deep in pleasure his mind blocked all other senses. His mind shouldn't have to worry about silly little things such as that.

“Originally I had these to tie you up and choke you. Squeezing till information or, my favorite, blood came out. But after seeing how pathetic, so willing to give up power you are. I might just have a little more fun. So, do you still wanna get burned?”

“please” his voice came out shaky. He didn’t care about the mission or even his reputation anymore. He just wanted you.

“Good birdie” Your voice mocking him.

Unzipping his slacks you slid your hands down his v-line skimming your fingernails leaving goosebumps on his skin. Finally pulling them down you freed his cock with a hiss. Securing the silk bounding his hands, you got off to take in your work. Leaving him whiney and desperate.

Crimson ribbons enveloped his arms and chest, perfectly matching his feathers and pretty aching cock. Sitting on his wrists was a perfectly tied bow, loose enough to release as you pleased, but tight enough he wouldn’t break loose. But by the look of his sluttly little face that won’t be happening anytime soon.

His messy hair, uneven breaths and red blush had your pussy dripping. He was so pretty just waiting for you to touch him.

“one more thing.”

Gently tying the matching cloth securing it over his eyes. Placing a kiss in between his eyes to remind him of your presence.

Walking behind him you lightly exhaled on his nape. Goosebumps prickled at his skin causing a shiver and shaky breath. He could feel you everywhere. Your presence almost suffocating. Heels clicking with every step. Senses heightened impossibly high, his feathers picking up on your movements too. Your fingers danced from the base of his wings to the inner lining. Intertwining your fingers through some feathers you whispered, “Good boy” and yanked.

“Fuck!”

All coherent thoughts left his brain. He couldn’t even breathe right. He’s had his hair pulled before but fuck was this so much better.

“touch… me please”

“You want me to touch you?”

His whole body trembled with need. He whispered a soft yes.

”Yeah? Where?”

Still not answering, you decided to make the move.

“Here?” You spread your hand over his chest, breathing into his ear. He gave a pleading whine.

“No? Then you're gonna have to tell me where you want me to touch you.”

Your filthy words made him squim. He usually dirty talked the person he was with. But having you treat him like the whore he was had him seeing stars.

“My cock please! cock…touch please”

You didn’t need any more convincing. Reaching over his shoulders you swiped your thumb over his slit, collecting some of his cum. Slowly dragging your tongue under your thumb you tasted him.

“fuuuuuck” He was losing his mind. “Hurry up” He practically spat at you.

Losing your empathy you started pumping hard and fast.

“Oh so you’re being a brat now?”

A series of high pitched whines and mewls continued until he came with a scream. Trying to catch his breath you grabbed hold of his cheeks and pulled him as far as the bounds would allow.

“That was quick. Are you sure you’re the playboy you claim to be Keigo?”

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My Guardian Demon |Chapter 1, Part 2: Two Dreams

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X (Reader)

Rating: 16+

A/N: Hey! Hey! Hey! Everybody! I just wanted to let you all know that in the beginning of this series like prologue story arc wise, I will only be highlighting the main points of said story arc.

TW: Suffocation and depiction of injury!

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(Song reccomendation for this chapter: Feeling Good by Michael Bublé)

PROMPT QUESTION FOR THIS STORY ARC: Are all demons ‘bad’?

When leaving the school gates with a silent warning that he gave to (y/n), there were a few minor details bothering him when traversing through the empty streets leading home.

At least he was able to walk alone to clear the commotion of todays events.

Sure, Izuku was used to Bakugou’s harassment towards him. For the most part, his mind always filtered out the nasty phrases that were thrown at him for the longest time.

However, what Bakugou had said was completely out of line.

Telling Izuku to commit suicide? Wow, what a great friend he was (if you could even call him that…).

Though the green-haired boy could easily say that about (y/n) as well. Even though its him and his stupid demon against society.

Was he sure that something may happen today? No, absolutely not. Even when turning a corner of the semi-suburban area that was closest to Aldera Junior High school, Izuku isn’t clairvoyant to anything that involves him.

Nope, not at all.

Even when making his way under the dark tunnel (to which he ignores his demon trying to hold him back from going in there, saying something along the lines of “W-w-wait! I don’t want to go down this way…”), Izuku still holds his head up high and ventures down the tunnel.

Like I said before, the green-haired boy isn’t clairvoyant that involves around him.

Plus, that shouldn’t exempt him from being cautious about what might lurk in the shadows.

Until this point, (y/n) only spoke in short sentences, though the only thing that caught Izuku off guard was the shaky utterance of “Izuku…L-Look behind you!”

He regrets looking behind him; A thing manifesting as a large murky green glob, paired with two large eyes and razor layered teeth (that scarcely resembled shark teeth), loomed over the 14 year old’s body.

I-I-It’s a villain!

As soon as Izuku blinked, one moment he was free and scrambling to his feet (fearful of the sludge villain) and the next, his body was trapped in something slimy… The green sludge body dripped with viscous thick globs as it wrapped like a vice around the boy. With a waterfall of pleading cut short and shown through desperate green eyes as Izuku squirmed annoyingly to the villain, there was no chance of escaping because he would be dead “in a minute” tops.

In a vain attempt to free Izuku from the grasps of the villain, the demon’s futile attempts to scratch away at the slime, only resulted in their misty hands to pass through the slime like their hand was non-existent.

Fuck—If a damn hero isn’t going to save Izuku, then it has to be his demon’s duty to do so.

Though it’s quite challenging for (y/n) to grip Izuku’s shoulders and pull him forward, it doesn’t have enough energy to stall for time.

 Was fate cursing (y/n) again? The sun was up high in the sky, yet it always deceived the unguarded and weakest of them all. Didn’t it? If it wasn’t for the saving grace of a frisbee object hitting the villain in the eye, the sludge villain recoiled backwards and (thankfully) released its hostage, where the boy’s limp body met face first into the pavement.

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Staying close to Izuku’s unconscious body, (y/n) watched as the pro-hero blatantly invaded their owner’s space and didn’t hear their screeching of something along the words of “DISGUSTING!!!” and “AAAAAAAH BEGONE! BEGONE! BEGONE!!” And the boy wasn’t woken up because of the cheek slaps, it was because of (y/n)’s obnoxious protests of the pro-hero’s cheek slaps.

Let’s not forget the loudest sigh released by the demon when one, Izuku (finally) woke himself up, and two, when that (god forsaken flimsy, annoying, outrageous) hero, was actually the number 1 hero, has retracted his hand from the demon’s owner.

(And (y/n) definitely called the number one hero “a filthy maggot that is followed by an equally filthy contra-” before they were tuned out of Izuku’s ears.)

“Ah! Thought we lost you there!” Announced the hero (to nobody in particular).

This, unfortunately, caused Izuku to pale- where it practically looked like his whole face lost all of its colour, including his eyes- and for (y/n) to think (if they even have thoughts in the first place…) that if there was a camera pointed straight at their face, it would show the most horrifying deadpanned expression on the demon’s non-existent face which would break the camera lens.

Screaming and scampering backwards, Izuku only managed to utter the words “C-C-CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH!!” before seeing his notebook (which was coincidently fish food a couple of minutes ago) signed by the hero and bowing to said hero out of gratefulness, although knowing their owner; (y/n) figured that Izuku would obviously cherish this autograph as a ‘family heirloom’.

(Izuku may or may not have blurted that out in the moment. Oh well. You can’t take everything you say back.)

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“I have a question…” Murmured the green haired boy as the hero turned tail to “deliver this villain to the police station!” Sadly, the hero didn’t hear him and was about to leave the boy, where his demon was shaking their head in disappointment- “Why bother asking him?” Whispered (y/n), leaving the faint trace of their empty temperature to scarcely brush his cheek, “The man in front of you is a mere façade of bravery.” - it’s not like Izuku cares about his demon’s opinion.

Even when it’s in situations like this.

(And by situations, I mean when Izuku and his demon are clutching for dear life on the infamous hero’s legs when flying more than fifty feet above the ground.)

Looking below his feet, Izuku is always reminded that great power also has a greater price to it.

And well, All Might would probably agree (if it weren’t for being airborne).

Additionally, why did it look like you were enjoying him scream in fear for his life, when you know that if he dies, you die too.

(Was his demon secretly a sadist?!)

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The landing was rocky and rough, but at least his feet managed to stand on their own after a few moments of wobbling and the small rub of your hand against his to beckon him to stand “tall and proud for being uniquely him”.

Glancing towards the hero, (y/n) scoffed in disgust at the retreating soldier whereas Izuku only begged him to “Wait,” continuing along with an unspoken prayer casted off to the sky and “one second!” to remain.

“No!”

It’s typical of a hero to say that word, but situations like this aren’t.

“I don’t have any time.” --- “I have to know!” --- “Why do you bother with him, Izuku?”

The years of quirklessness weren’t new to him. Though he wanted more.

“Even if everyone thinks I’m useless…” Izuku wanted more fulfilment for himself.

“Despite what anybody thinks.” (Y/n) wanted freedom for themself.

“I need to know.” The two of them had dreams.

“Is It possible to become a hero, without a quirk?” Even with a fearless grin, the man before the aftermath was the symbol of peace.

Well to put it simply, the embodiment of peace was secretly a human coat hanger. Now, how would the murky red demon and green haired boy react to said human coat hanger?

Uh…Yeah, they’re both screaming; Izuku was doing it out of horror, (y/n) was doing it out of disgust.

(This is a typical occurrence.)

“WHERE’S ALLMIGHT?!” The worn-down skeleton of a man looked like a couple of popsicle sticks were stuck together with Elmer’s glue as the artist called it a day. Looking left to right, then again, and finally- just for good luck- glanced left and right, as society always said, “Third time is the charm”.

“You! You’re not him!” Izuku profoundly screeched, where in fact both his demon and scrawny adult rolled their eyes. “Izuku, you don’t even have his birth certificate to prove that he—” Though poor (y/n) got cut off by Allmight proclaiming “You know how guys at pools like to suck in their muscles and flex at the same time?” The flaxen haired male then said “I’m kind of like that…” which did nothing to soothe the teenager’s shock.

“What! No! Allmight isn’t some scrawny—old—depressed looking human being!” Oh boy, your owner was as stubborn as an old mule.

“Izuku, stop what your—” Again, (y/n) was cut off by another person, “All Might’s is a hero with a fearless grin who beats every obstacle!”

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“Kid, there’s plenty of fear behind a smile. Don’t be fooled.” The rustling of a white shirt caught the attention of the demon and human alike. And what it revealed…well…it was pretty nauseating.

“Pretty gross, isn’t it?”

The merged sickening stitching of skin pulled together in a makeshift attempt to preserve as the hero’s body, at the epicentre of the wound was a thick encircled glob of pink that seemed to allow an abundance of conjoined violet speckles to extend outwards in an attempt to infect the rest of his body.

“I got this in a fight around five years ago.” Relaxing his body, and moving the shirt downwards, the hero continued, “My respiratory system was destroyed, I lost my stomach, and the rest is history.” Even if his shitty joke didn’t lift the depressing tone of reality, all Izuku could do is stand there in shock—maybe a tad bit of horror— however he would’ve never thought that the one and only top hero of Japan had an injury!

(Izuku’s naïve thinking always rubbed his demon the wrong way sometimes.)

“W-wait! Does that mean Toxic Chainsaw gave you this injury!” Chuckling and turning his glance to the side, All Might shook his head. “I’m impressed, you know your stuff- however, that punk couldn’t land a couple hits on me, even if they wanted to.” “Most of the world wouldn’t have known about this fight, regardless of how much you dug through any news articles.”

(And most of the world would’ve never known about the deadly purple miasma growing on their precious hero’s body.) .

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“This job isn’t easy, and to be nice—” At least Izuku would listen to All Might, whereas he ignored you at least 50% of the time, “—I think you would be better off picking a better profession, like a Police officer!”

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“I mean he is right…” (Y/n) said to Izuku, as they continued their trek back home, with the boy loathful to agree at the red mist’s statement.

“Heroism isn’t easy.” Maybe he should give up his dream?

“You saw how disgusting his wound was.” He could be horribly injuried like All Might if he tries. “It’s practically oozing with miasma.” But Izuku can’t bring himself to give up his dream.

And if Izuku ever asked you to give up your dream of freedom, you would answer back with defiance.

“I know it isn’t easy (y/n).” 

 “I know I could die or get a wound like that.” 

“But I’m not giving up on my dream, if you aren’t going to give up on yours.”

Alas, the gloriously golden sun highlighted the features of the old dusk that was soon turning into their new dawn. 

(And might I say, if society got in their way, they will pay their dues the hard way.)

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Remote 10 Dance Ball

I know this is coming way late (as in, 3 months after it occurred!), but I’d always been planning to write up a report about the Real 10 Dance event that took place shortly after vol. 6’s release in Japan. Before I get into the explanation of what exactly this is under the cut, enjoy this promo image that ticket holders were able to print out at Japanese convenience stores (mine had to be printed by friends who live there and then scanned to me)

The Real 10 Dance is a series of events that have taken place over the past few years featuring real life pros performing routines inspired by the manga, meaning that most of the dances feature male-male couples (though they all have female partners in their regular careers, for these performances they dance together, and the women are given a group number to perform). The most recent live event took place in September 2019 shortly after vol. 5’s release, and there was another planned for 2020 in Osaka, but it was delayed and eventually completely canceled due to Covid restrictions. Wanting to still put on the event in some form, they later announced that it would take place virtually, and would be branded as the Remote 10 Dance Ball. For the cost of 1,000 yen, viewers could watch a stream of the event as many times as they pleased from the time it went live on March 20 until the viewing deadline 72 hours later. Unlike the in person events, there were no merchandise buying opportunities, but there was the option of paying additional 1,000 yen tips to either the performers, the production committee, or Inouesatoh herself. Choosing any of these options would give that ticket holder access to a code to print the postcard shown above, as well as a link to view a 17 minute making-of video of the event.

Before I get into the rundown, The Real 10 Dance Twitter account posted a preview video a couple weeks before the event, which you can watch if you’d like to see some of the action instead of just still images (and the only ones I’ll share here are those that were posted publicly, since they were pretty adamant about no screenshotting/recording of the event…not gonna lie, I did attempt to screenshot a couple parts, but due to the shaky streaming quality, the official photos are much better than what I was able to capture anyway :P) Also, I only made bare minimum notes while I was watching this (and was drinking hard cider), so I’ll give as much detail as I can remember, but there are definitely things I’ll have forgotten by now.

The show started off with one of the female pros giving a demonstration of how to apply makeup for competitions. After this came an introductory show with all of the participants dancing to the opening theme from La La Land.

Next up was some of the pros talking about the characteristics of their costumes, such as the Latin outfits having features like illusion netting to make their limbs look longer, and fringe to create movement.

After this, some of the pros gave tours of the dance schools that they run, which also served as advertisements for those who may be interested in signing up for lessons.

Then came some step demonstrations, showing specific panels from the manga and then describing how to perform the moves. This included Al and Suzuki’s rumba walk from chapter 18, and the throwaway oversway from the chapter 4 scene where Sugiki turns Suzuki into a princess. For the oversway, they performed the move a few different times, using prompts such as “do it like the world’s about to end” to show how the same move can feel very different depending on the emotion behind it.

This was followed by an interview with former standard world champion Christopher Hawkins. The interview was conducted in Japanese, as he is fluent in the language (Inouesatoh tweeted about him being the inspiration to have Norman speak some Japanese in the story, though she acknowledged that Chris’ abilities are far above Norman’s very basic phrases). It included two interviewers asking questions that were submitted by Inouesatoh and her editor. It started off with some basic talk about the process of training and getting prepared for competitions, then moved on to topics like whether he had any competition related superstitions/habits, such as how some dancers will have a pair of lucky underwear they always wear when competing. He said he had a specific order to how he would button his shirt and attach his cufflinks (as in, not just going straight up or down, but skipping over some and coming back to them), and if he didn’t do this specific routine it made him feel like the competition would go poorly. After telling this story, he laughed and said that he’s never told anyone about this before, so it was definitely an interesting question. Then came probably the most important question for fans of 10 Dance: since the series centers around men dancing together, what sort of experience does Chris have dancing with other men? (Funnily enough, for some reason, the male interviewer first asked this question in Japanese, then rather enthusiastically asked the question in English as well lol). Chris said that of course he’s danced with male students a lot in the course of teaching them, but outside of that also had times where he would train in the female role so he knew how it felt to be the following partner, and therefore could become a better lead. He mentioned some performance he did with another high level male dancer that was pretty amazing (forgive me, I didn’t catch the name at all, or even whether he was a standard or Latin specialist), which caused the female interviewer to joke about writing a love story about the two of them.

Then came the main draw of the event, the dance show! I’ll include the song, dance style, and an image from each performance below.

One Way or Another by Blondie, jive

Lady Marmalade (I believe it was the Moulin Rouge movie version), ladies group cha-cha

Half of Me by Ken Hirai, rumba (I don’t know if it’s just because it made me think of the melancholy rumba shown on vol. 6’s cover, but this made me both want to cry and watch it multiple times over, definitely my favorite because apparently I like to punish myself with sadness :P)

All of Me by Michael Bublé, foxtrot (this was filmed both in the performance space and out on the streets in one of the locations used in chapter 33, as shown in this video from one chilly looking morning. Also, this dance featured a leader switch partway through!)

If I Can’t Have You by Shawn Mendes, cha-cha

Finale with all participants to It’s Time to Dance from “The Prom” musical

Last up was a virtual art exhibition featuring 17 sketches by Inouesatoh, including the most powerful sexual stimulant in the known universe, Bathrobe Sugiki.

Overall, I was very happy to get the chance to witness this event. Normally, the number of people would be limited to just those who were in Japan and able to purchase tickets before they sold out, but this remote version allowed a much larger number of people from all over the world to watch (I bought my ticket not even knowing if it would be region locked or not, but thankfully it wasn’t). I hope that the world situation improves and they can put on the event live and in-person again (even better if I could somehow find a way to attend when that happens!), but I think this was a great alternative, and probably a good way to make some revenue in a time when the ability to stage events is limited. The price of 1,000 yen was an incredibly good deal for all the content that was presented (and you better believe I slammed an extra 1,000 straight to Inouesatoh; the only merch I’ve been able to buy is secondhand, and while this satisfies my needs as a collector, it unfortunately doesn’t provide any support to the author). If real life performances are still a long way off and they decide to do a virtual one again, you bet your ass I’ll be right there in the (imaginary) front row!

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another aeroplane, another sunny place

AKA, the final bonus part of shape of you that wasn't posted here, but on wp. very much inspired by michael bublé's song 'home' back in 2017 that i finally finished writing a while ago. technically it can be read as a standalone os since that's how it was originally written as, but it also makes sense in the sofy universe. (just like another os i will post sometime next week that i *also* posted on wp but not on here)

ANYWAYS feel free to ignore if you've read it already, since i'm mostly just posting it here in case i need to reference it later!

may be surrounded by a million people i still feel alone, i just wanna go home

oh, i miss you, you know

He'd been on the road for eight months now.

He was grateful of all the success the Rollerband was getting; a worldwide sold-out tour, thousands of records sold, a renewed signing contract for another three years. He knew he was lucky, and he couldn't deny it.

Career-wise, he was happy, living his rock-star dream. His personal life was a whole different thing.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. And it was true, honestly. If he thought he loved his girlfriend before, he knew for sure now that he was ten thousand kilometers away. However, what they don't tell you, it's how hard it can get when such a distance is formed. He hadn't talked to Ámbar, like really talked, in two months.

Their relationship had gotten to an only-texting communication, with hello's and goodnight's texts received every day. The phone calls had reduced to once a week, if that.

It hadn't started that way, though. The first three months consisted of daily three-hours-long video calls, with the occasional visit if uni and her schedule allowed her, then they passed to a one-hour daily cellphone call... now they were lucky they even remembered to put 'i love you' at the end of their texts.

He didn't like it, not one bit. He knew where they were leading; he'd seen it first with Jim and Nico years ago (which was a reason he tried not to date anyone seriously), and then a few months later with Delfi and Pedro. Simón didn't want that for Ámbar and himself.

He checked the time; almost midnight where he was, so it'd only be around 7 PM in Buenos Aires. Her uni classes ended at three, so either she was at the J&R or doing homework.

Deciding he didn't have anything to lose, he pressed 'call' on his phone. Five rings later, she picked up, her beaming face appearing on his screen. Gosh, how he'd missed her.

"Aló, Simón?!" Her voice sounded a little breathy, but overall excited. He had to smile when he heard her. "How are you? I miss you," she sighed wistfully on the other side of the line. The hand she wasn't using to hold the phone went to her hair, twirling a lock away from her face.

"I miss you too," Simón answered, a small smile gracing his lips, "I'm coming home soon, only a couple of weeks more, little gem."

"It feels like too long, but at least it's sooner than eight months," she mumbled, sighing again, "how's Spain? Didn't you have a show tonight?"

"Spain's great, full of life," he remembered the crowd, screaming and singing along, "the show ended an hour ago. I'm feeling a little homesick, I guess," he admitted, "I wish I was there with you."

"Don't," she reprimanded him, shaking her head a little, "you'll be here soon, enjoy tour life while you can."

"That's the thing... I'm not enjoying it anymore." Ámbar went still at this. If it weren't for the tenue sound of music she was listening on her side and that he could hear through the phone, he'd have thought it's freezed on him; when he realized that wasn't the case, he continued. "It's been too long. I miss our bed, I miss waking up next to you, hugging you, kissing you... I miss our dog and I miss our friends. This life... it feels so empty, little gem." He wasn't ashamed to say he was close to tears. He loved touring, giving concerts in different parts of the world, meeting fans all over the globe... those were heavy pros. Simón just wished he'd have more time for his family.

"Don't think like that, Simón, please." She begged him, the little tremble in her voice gave away her emotions, her face had barely moved. Simón knew it was more for his sake than for hers. "I miss you too, so much it hurts sometimes. But this is your dream, love, this is what you've worked so hard for; don't let homesickness stop you from finding joy in what you love the most."

"I'll try, I promise I will. I just... I don't know..."

"I get it, I'm the same sometimes. But you must understand; we're not them, Simón." Her voice turned softer, understanding, and soothing. He loved that about her, that she seemed to know what to say and how to say it without a prompt given. "Do you know why they didn't work out? It's not because they loved each other less, or because the distance was too much. It was the pressure of feeling that if they weren't near each other, if they didn't talk to the other 24/7, their bond would break. It was too much, and it ended up leaving them strained."

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to talk to me anymore?" he joked, his smile growing as she rolled her eyes.

"You're an idiot." She deadpanned, changing her position on the bed to recline her back on their bedrest. "Seriously, though, do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yes, love. I know I shouldn't care too much about how much we talk as it does not define our relationship but what can I say? I miss you." She grinned at him.

"I miss you, too. I'm always a call away," she promised him, but then she frowned, "unless I'm at class, then sorry, you'll have to talk to my voicemail."

He laughed, "I see how it is, a boring class is way more important than funny me. How's everything over there? How's my princess?"

"Always." She winked at him. "Everything's fine. I had lunch with my mom today, she made mushroom lasagna, I told her already that mushrooms taste like nothing, but she swears they're flavorful; I might go visit my dad tomorrow as well; he's been bugging me about having dinner with him and his family," he absentmindedly scrunched his nose at the mention of the fungi, he hated them, "Toppy is here, I can put you on speaker so you can talk to her, if you want. I can't promise she'll answer, though, she's been giving me an attitude lately."

"An attitude? You're rubbing on her, aren't you? When I get home, I'll come back to two Ámbar's instead of one." He teased her, earning a huff from his girl. "Let me talk to her, I bet she doesn't even recognize my voice anymore."

"You've always been her favorite, she will." She replied softly, and then it was quiet for a couple of seconds, while she took off the earphones' plug from her phone. "Okay, you're on speaker now. Toppy, babe, come greet daddy." Simón waited until he heard a 'thud' – followed by Ámbar adjusting her phone's camera so he could see both his girl and their pet- to speak again.

"Toppy?" Not a sound.

Before he could get sad he got no response, Ámbar spoke. "She's smelling my phone, talk again." She sounded amused, so Simón complied, cheerier this time.

"How's my favorite puppet doing? I heard you're giving mommy a bit of trouble. What happened to my good girl?" He wasn't done with his first question when the barking started, his pup's little whines sounded almost as if she was reprimanding his absence.

"She's missed you." His girlfriend exclaimed over the barking, chuckling at the way Toppy's tail swat rapidly.

"I miss her too." He sighed again, "I miss you both a lot."

"Just a few more weeks." She reminded him, her smile and tone wistful as she tried to contain the pup's wriggling body. He had to smile at that.

"Just a few more weeks." He echoed, the underlying promise loud to their ears. "I love you."

"I love you too." She paused for a second, before speaking again, "now please go to sleep, you look like you died a week ago." Simón laughed at that, but he knew better than to fight her when she was trying to take care of him.

"I'll call you tomorrow, alright?"

His words were met with a grin. "Not if I text you first. I love you so much, Simón."

"I love you more, little gem. Take care, okay? I'll see you as soon as I can." She sent him a kiss through the phone, before disconnecting the call. He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes, before the 'low battery' notification popped up and he had to charge it. The call left him feeling much better, so he decided to go to bed already.

Just a few more weeks ran like a mantra trough his mind, soothing his fears and anxiety. Just a few more weeks and I'll be home.