#✧˚ · . ( muse ; bailey waltz )

[dcrkcrwns]

a cute little fan of a starter with bailey waltz + @cxncordia

ending the year going to see dio's band play was the best idea to have. he was having a good time amongst friends, watching dio playing the guitar, and hearing his amazing voice. man, was he good. bailey really had the hots for the guy, and the fact that the two of them had a bit of chemistry, it was an added bonus. and tonight, he wanted to be the one to end up with dio, lips locked for when the new year arrived. when he finished his last song, bailey made his way over to him and he grinned. " honestly, you all are get better and better each gig. "

[dcrkcrwns]

when shaun told him to taste the milk from the source, bailey's curiosity took over. the muscle milk tasted so good. and when he felt himself craving it after that first taste, he knew that he would struggle to not have his lips over the man's nipples. so when he saw the grin, he smiled, before leaning in and letting his lips touch the man's chest, and his tongue lapping over the nipple where more of the milk was coming out. bailey started to suckle on it, and immediately as he did, he got a nice little stream. it tasted so good. the boy was addicted. he felt himself wanting more, so he didn't stop. he continued to suckle the man's chest, craving more of that delicious muscle milk.

shaun watched a little curiously as bailey swiped the fluid from his nipple and the reaction to it was certainly a little different than he expected "no, doesn't hurt at all... honestly might not've noticed it if i didn't feel the stained shirt clinging to me" he admitted, looking back down and seeing the way that his partner just kept swiping as his muscular pec. he flexed just a little, teasing his partner like he often did and noticed that seemed to make a little more milk pop out than before. with an almost scientific level of curiosity, shaun reached for his pec and squeezed it and watched as a spurt of milk shot out of his pec and over bailey's shoulder. that got a shocked laugh out of the bigger man "huh, i guess i'm lactacing... and it seems like it's not that bad" he mused, looking to his partner and giving him a little grin "you know, instead of sucking it off your finger... why not just go from the source? if it's good, might as well enjoy it" he mused, bringing his milk-soaked fingers up to his mouth and licking it just to taste it himself and smiling "Oh yeah, if you don't drink this then I'm gonna"

[callsignmuse]

THE MYTHIC BITCHES

Season 1, Episode 2- No Phones At The Table

Cast: Sadie “Siren” Matthews, Bailey “Muse” Thompson, Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote

Warning: Use of the word “Bitch” but in this world we own the term can’t use that shit against me baby! We taking it back boo! Also drinking and talk of a one night stand and brief mentions of sex, language

Summary: Dagger Squad family dinner has a few surprises in store.

Sadie “Siren” Matthews:

That had to have been one of the most amusing days I’ve spent flying in a long time. Listening to the way Muse nearly fell to bits anytime she heard Rooster speak to her kept me in stitches. I actually didn’t stop laughing until I got home. I was starving by then so I began to whip up dinner. Muse was by no means lazy but after the day she had she retreated to her room to no doubt lick her wounds.

Out of habit I ended up making measurements for portions larger than just for Bailey and myself. It could happen at anytime that the whole gang could burst through the doors for dinner and it often did. Our house was the center for everything Dagger Squad. We hosted movie nights, barbecues, nightly dinners, game nights and anything else under the sun. We held an open door policy which has been used a time or two. As if on cue there was a knock on the front door. “Come in!” I hollered over the sounds of the popping grease in front of me. Soft footsteps revealed themselves to be Bob. “Hey Bobby Boy!” I greeted cheerfully not really sure where the confidence was coming from but I was sure as hell going to roll with it.

“Busy cooking I see! Let me help.” He offered almost immediately. He walked to the sink and began running his hands under the water with soap. Honestly it made my entire insides sing. A man who was sweet but also wasn’t afraid of the cooking? Sign me up for that! Carefully I glanced over my shoulder to make sure I didn’t say that out loud.

“Where do you need me?” Bob wondered. In between my thighs would be great. I turned around to assess where he was actually needed.

“If you could finish chopping those up for me I’d love it.” Then it occurred to me the reason behind my newfound ability to speak around Bob was Siren. She was coming out to play. It was subtle in the way I was stringing my words together almost song -like. There were heavy and fast footsteps making their way up the foyer. In a matter of seconds Rooster stood before me with his flight suit tied around his waist. I couldn’t help myself but cock an eyebrow at him. I pointed towards Bailey’s door.

“She’s sleeping sweetheart so be gentle!” I teased earning a groan from my friend. He disappeared behind her closed door in no time.

“What was that about?” Bob asked.

“Oh honey don’t ask it’s a long story.” I dismissed him and then I thought about it. It really want that long of a story.

“They hooked up last night for the first time just to find out today that he’s her new instructor!” I covered my mouth quickly unsure if I was supposed to share that. I mean word would’ve already gotten out. Phoenix would’ve told Jake and Jake loved any piece of gossip he could get.

“Yo! Where my favorite Bitches at?” Coyote yelled as he waltzed in the house with a bottle of wine.

“In here!” I answered quickly testing the the sauce I had been making. It was almost perfect, it was only missing a dash of sugar to sweeten it.

“Spaghetti and meatballs, my favorite.” Coyote rubbed his stomach in anticipation.

“Set the table my man, it’s almost ready.” Bob instructed him smoothly causing my body to ignite with butterflies. “We’re just waiting on Hangman and Phe right?”

Coyote nodded before continuing his task. “I’ll go check on those two.” I volunteered though I was afraid of what I would find behind that closed door. I knocked gently not hearing an answer, I opened the door slowly. Peering my head through the crack I heard the tv playing lightly. There Bailey was tangled under the covers fast asleep lying on her stomach. And there was Rooster lying on top of the sheets with his arm around Muse dreaming away. It was probably the cutest thing I’d seen this week, besides Bob of course, nothing was cuter than that man. I didn’t want to wake her knowing how little sleep she had gotten the night before but I also knew Bailey would kill me if I didn’t tell her there was warm food. “Muse!” I piped up. Her head popped up instantly. “Dinner time baby.” I told her and she moaned as a response, I guess that was something. I closed the door and went to plate the food.

Rooster and Muse walked slowly towards the table looking worse for wear. They sat down and said quiet hellos to Coyote when Jake arrived holding Phoenix’s hand.

As soon as every one was seated I began the tradition by placing my phone face down in the center. All other phones followed my lead. “Remember no phones at the table. Whoever reaches for theirs first buys the first round next time we’re at The Hard Deck.”

Everyone knew the rules yet they were always broken by the same two people Rooster and Muse. They couldn’t stay off their phones if their lives depended on it. Everyone dug in and filled the room with appreciation to how good the food was. Bob sat next to me driving every bit of my body to the verge with all of my inappropriate thoughts due to his close proximity. Just watching the way he slurped the noodles through his lips. It was unnatural with how good it looked. How good it must feel.

“I heard y’all two fucked!” Jake busted out after the silence became deafening. Bailey hid behind her hands for the second time today.

Well that certainly broke the silence and my dirty thoughts regarding Bob. Rooster sat back in his chair and with a careful glance to his side as he looked at Bailey, I couldn’t help but start laughing! Muse was on me in a second with a glare that could frighten Medusa.

“I’m sorry! It’s just hilarious, I’ve been betting on this forever now. Well me and Payback that is, and you two just earned me a bunch of money, so thank you.” I explained through giggles. Bailey gave me the finger and held her serious death stare until the smile broke out onto her face as well.

“And now you’re my teacher.” Muse complained.

“Bradley Bradshaw as I live and breathe you do know how to get yourself into trouble don’t you?” Jake antagonized his friend further.

“You’re lucky I’m scared of Phoenix, otherwise I’d beat your ass right now.” Bradley joked.

“Are you guys a couple now?” Bob wondered making Coyote scoff.

“Of course they are! I mean look at them.” He gestured to the way you were sitting leaned in to one another.

“We’re fuck buddies.” They both said at the same time.

“Bullshit!” I coughed obnoxiously loud. Bob pat my back.

“You should really get that cleared up Siren.” He continued the joke. As relentless we all could be with our jokes it was all in good fun. We knew how to take it and dish it right back out.

The night went on and the cards came out which meant constant arguments over the rules and punishments for losing. Phase 10, Uno and a deck of cards were on the table with the food long past cleared. Muse didn’t want to leave the table even though she was exhausted and opted to sit in her seat and lean against Bradley as she slept through every bit of yelling the ensued. It surprised pretty much everyone at the table. Bailey normally woke at the sound of a pin dropping.

I laid down my hand and it wasn’t fast enough because the next turn Bob went out on his phase. “Shit!” I cursed. I hated losing and then I remembered the rule. Loser has to the do the winner’s bidding at any time they choose to cash in the favor.

All I could do was wait. I’d do anything he wanted.

[whatkikiwrote]

Jen is a character out of an unwritten book. Fairy Michael said it best, "That girl is from another planet." The girl with the spider legs. I say is because a person like Jen doesn't just leave this planet when they die, it'll take awhile before a sparkle like hers dissipates. She was fire, fun and one of the most hilarious people I'd ever met. She was smart as a whip and great company. Jen and I were the girls dating the Hungarians. Thomas and Sam were attached at the hip, which meant for better or worse, so were Jen and I. 

The four of us lived a few months together in a rusty shipping container until the rainy season hit and we were practically flooded out. That was November 2015. The rain in Big Sur fell especially hard that year, breaking California out of it's drought. We were always together in the beginning. Jen would wake at dawn to work her morning shift at Ripplewood and Sam was always ready to walk her to work. If you were unfortunate enough to be in the Ripplewood parking lot around 6am, you'd encounter them with their tongues down each other's throat. Sam and Jen were always making out. I remember once my parents came to visit from Boston, so we took them to the aquarium and my dad joked that Sam and Jen missed the whole thing because they were too busy engulfed in each other.

Living in the shipping container in late October provided minimal heat and sometimes the night temperatures dropped below freezing, so we spent a lot of our time at the pub. To stay warm Sam, Jen and I spent hundreds of hours in the soft glow of the pub's fireplace, while Thomas worked in the kitchen. The pub was located in the same parking lot as our little container, so we would joke it was the living room. I'm sure I'm not the first to say that about the Maiden, and if you were lucky to have spent an evening there, you understand how special it was. A little cozy corner community of people off the beaten Highway one path.

To bide our time I wrote. And drank.

Harassed the bartenders.

 Sam read countless books. But Jen could never sit still. She would pick up a book she was interested in, read a few pages and then start another one. She'd get bored, order a beer from Spencer or, if it was Friday night, from Heavy Metal Chris. She'd roll a cigarette on the bar, go outside by the barrel to smoke and every time I’d glance out the window at her, she would be hugging someone new. Lots of times she'd spot a friend in the parking lot, jump in their car, leave her stuff inside and come back hours later to her beer and purse, right where she'd left them. You don't deserve that kind of community love unless you work for it and Jen certainly did. She was always around and if I needed her in a pinch, I only had to use the “Big Sur telephone”,  "Hey everyone!” I’d call into the open doors of the pub, If you see Jen, tell her I'm looking for her." "Which Jen?" Someone would ask. "The one with the long legs." I’d reply. "Crossed eye Jen?" That was another thing about us. We both had occasionally lazy eyes.

In November Thomas and I moved into our Kia Forte and Sam and Jen moved into her Jetta. We didn't see them as much. Sam and Jen stayed in the valley, sleeping at The Grange while Thomas and I drove down to the south coast and spend our time off surfing at Sand dollar. I remember once we took Sam and Jen out to surf. I let her borrow my board and watched in horror like a worried mother as she flipped and flopped and smashed her and my board over and over again until she realized she could use just use it as a boogie board. I can still remember the endless joy on her face, even today, years later, holed up in a giant downtown apartment, far far away from the Pacific. That cute squinty smile. She wouldn't give me my board back for the rest of the day, no matter how much I pleaded.

In late December Thomas and I decided to move to Monterey. The day we signed our lease I drove to LA to get the rest of my stuff I had left behind when I abruptly decided to follow my heart and move to Big Sur. When I came home to Monterey, the apartment had been completely decorated. It looked like a homeless hippie had vomited all over our walls and, I guess she kinda did. Jen welcomed me with her big goofy googly eyed smile and offered me a plate of burnt cookies. That wasn't the only time Jen decorated my apartment or cooked for us .Once she made a stew of eggs, beans, greens and any condiment and spice she could find in the fridge and cabinet, including the fish sauce. We all took bites to be nice and then fed our portions to the dogs when she wasn't looking. Poor dogs.

Jen and Sam lost their jobs that winter and survived off of Chips Ahoy. They'd sleep over regularly to do laundry, take showers, smoke giant bong rips. We’d get massively stoned and lounge around listening to music while braiding each other's hair. We always had some new abalone or jade or money or doobie or gossip to share. Our collective favorite drink was a latte with a double shot of Bailey's so when they would sleep over, as a thank you, Jen would always make us Bailey's coffee in the morning. One thing Jen was exceptional at, other than being a phenomenal friend and muse, was making lattes. 

Once Jen hosted a dinner party at Coast Gallery, where Henry Miller’s famed water colors hang on the walls. It was just the four of us and Geologist Steve, who was living there at the time. Jen welcomed us at Steve’s door as if it were her own home. The small apartment had access to the latte machine in the commercial kitchen and together we drank at least 10 if not more coffees. She had made little foam hearts in every cup.

 High on caffeine we walked out to the balcony where the cafe serve sandwiches and drinks and looked out at the moon shinning off the ocean. There were few clouds in the sky as the marine layer had dispersed and clearly we could see shooting stars falling around us. Thomas took me by my hand and we started to waltz, as we circled around, I caught a glimpse of Sam and Jen, tongues down each other’s throats. It’s silly how when you are young you believe a moment can last forever.

Jen and I were like sisters. We didn't always get along in the beginning and we'd go long spans of time not seeing each other, but we always had the other's back. If I needed a job, she'd find one for me. If she needed to talk, we'd find each other. Once I took her to that dive bar in Seaside every Big Sur local has been to. I forgot the name. It was noon on a Tuesday and the place was packed. We spent too much money on booze and too much time complaining to each other about the difficulties of being us. After a very short lived game of pool, we decided it was time to leave, but as I reached to open the door, a man blocked my exit and said, "Where do you think you're going?" I stood motionless, freaked out, but Jen just swatted him away and walked out of the dark into the daylight without a blink. 

Eventually she and Sam made a deal with some deeply loved locals and ended up building their own little shack on a mountainside. Jen found a book on gardening and designed her own, at one point she dug out her own stairway down to the garden. Sam and Jen’s only other source of entertainment was a keyboard piano. When Thomas and I would come to visit, Jen and I would play duets. We were shit at it, but that didn't matter. Jen and Sam were living in a dream world. They forged for seaweed at the beach and dried it. They found a colony of bees and tried to harvest the honey. Two of their four walls were made of glass. They watched and documented the Sobranes Fire from their bed. One day as the fire raged, we climbed on their roof and drank Bailey's coffee from their makeshift kitchen: a tarp, a cooler and a small propane stove

.It's been 3 years since I've seen Jen. Thomas and I ran out of money and options after the Pub closed, so we decided with heavy hearts to move to the other side, my side, of the country. She and Sam broke up about a year after we moved. A poor choice, a painful ending, a breakup I wonder if I could have stopped, had I been there.

Despite the distance, I still shared photos with her, of the dogs, of our wedding, our first born little girl. And Jen has never left us, it wasn't even a week ago Thomas and I were sharing memories about her. I still have the pieces of jade we traded,  but I'm realizing now that she's gone,  how little of her I still keep. My apartment used to be where she kept her books,  her clothes,  some memories. Typically when a person you love dies,  there's a funeral to attend,  a gathering of friends to mourn with, but all I have is Thomas and somehow we'll have to tell Sam. How do you tell someone the greatest love of your life is dead? I'm sure it'll be a few more hours until I find out the details of her passing, a few more hours until the shock wears off and I find myself mourning my friend while playing with my children,  doing the dishes or driving in the car. 

Everyone has their own idea about what happens after we die. Thomas thinks we live on only in memories and DNA, I think a bit more spiritually than that.  Anyway, what we think doesn’t matter. Wherever Jen is, besides in all our hearts,  I know she's having a hell of an adventure and I hope someday we can ride those waves again at Asilimar.

[arts-dance]

Camille Claudel’s 155th Birthday

Born 8 December 1864 - Fère-en-Tardenois, Aisne, Second French Empire Died 19 October 1943 (aged 78) - Montdevergues, Vaucluse, Vichy France

Camille Claudel (French pronunciation: [kamij klɔdɛl] (listen); 8 December 1864 –  19 October 1943) was a French sculptor who died in relative obscurity, but has gained recognition for the originality and quality of her work.[1][2] Claudel is known for such sculptures as The Waltz, The Mature Age, and others.

The national Camille Claudel Museum in Nogent-sur-Seine opened in 2017, and the Musée Rodin in Paris has a room dedicated to her works.

Creative period

Study with Alfred Boucher

Claudel was fascinated with stone and soil as a child, and as a young woman she studied at the Académie Colarossi, one of the few places open to female students.[5] She studied with sculptor Alfred Boucher.[6] (At the time, the École des Beaux-Arts barred women from enrolling to study.)

In 1882, Claudel rented a workshop in Paris with Jessie Lipscomb, Emily Fawcett and Amy Singer, the daughter of John Webb Singer, whose foundry in Frome, Somerset, made large-scale bronze statues that are familiar today. Several prominent Frome works are in London, including the Boadicea group on the Embankment, Cromwell, which graces the lawn in front of the Houses of Parliament, and the figure of Justice atop the Old Bailey. General Gordon on his camel at Chatham Barracks was also cast in Frome, as were the magnificent eight lions that form part of the Rhodes Memorial in Cape Town. Claudel visited Frome and the families of her fellow sculptors. All of these English friends had studied at the South Kensington Schools – that would become the Royal College of Art – before moving to Paris to be at the Academie Colarossi, where they had all met. Camille obviously felt very at home with Amy’s family in Frome and prolonged her stay.[7]

Alfred Boucher had become Claudel's mentor, and he also provided inspiration and encouragement to the next generation of sculptors such as Laure Coutan. Claudel was depicted by Boucher in Camille Claudel lisant,[8] and later she sculpted a bust of her mentor.

After teaching Claudel and the other sculptors for over three years, Boucher moved to Florence. Before he left he asked Auguste Rodin to take over the instruction of his pupils. Rodin and Claudel met, and their artistic association and the tumultuous and passionate relationship soon began.

Auguste Rodin

Claudel started working in Rodin's workshop around 1884 and became a source of inspiration for him. She acted as his model, his confidante, and his lover. She never lived with Rodin, who was reluctant to end his 20-year relationship with Rose Beuret.

Knowledge of the affair agitated her family, especially her mother, who already detested her for not being a boy and never approved of Claudel's involvement in the arts.[9][10][11] As a consequence, Claudel left the family home.

In 1892, after an abortion, Claudel ended the intimate aspect of her relationship with Rodin, although they saw each other regularly until 1898.[12]

Le Cornec and Pollock state that after the sculptors' physical relationship ended, she could not get the funding to get many of her daring ideas realized, because of gender-based censorship and the sexual element of her work. Claudel thus had to either depend on Rodin to realize them, or to collaborate with him and let him get the credit as the lionized figure of French sculptures. She also depended on him financially, especially since her loving and wealthy father's death. This allowed her mother and brother, who were suspicious of her lifestyle, to keep the money and let her wander around the streets dressed in beggars' clothes.[13]

Claudel's reputation survived not because of her once notorious association with Rodin, but because of her work. The novelist and art critic Octave Mirbeau described her as "A revolt against nature: a woman genius." Her early work is similar to Rodin's in spirit but shows imagination and lyricism quite her own, particularly in the famous The Waltz (1893).

Louis Vauxcelles states that Claudel was the only sculptress on whose forehead shone the sign of genius like Berthe Morisot, the only well-known female painter of the century and that Claudel's style was more virile than many of her male colleagues. Others, like Morhardt and Caranfa, concurred, saying that their styles have become so different, with Rodin being more suave and delicate and Claudel being vehement with vigorous contrasts, which might have been one reason that led to their break up, with her becoming ultimately his rival.[14][15][16]

Claudel's onyx and bronze small-scale La Vague (The Wave) (1897) was a conscious break in style from her Rodin period. It has a decorative quality quite different from the "heroic" feeling of her earlier work.

Legacy

Though she destroyed much of her work, about 90 statues, sketches and drawings survive.

Some authors argue that Henrik Ibsen based his last play, 1899's When We Dead Awaken, on Rodin's relationship with Claudel.[53][54][55][56]

In 1951, Paul Claudel organized an exhibition at the Musée Rodin, which continues to display her sculptures. A large exhibition of her works was organized in 1984. In 2005 a large art display featuring the works of Rodin and Claudel was exhibited in Quebec City (Canada), and Detroit, Michigan, in the US. In 2008, the Musée Rodin organized a retrospective exhibition including more than 80 of her works.

The publication of several biographies in the 1980s sparked a resurgence of interest in her work.

Camille Claudel (1988) was a dramatization of her life based largely on historical records. Directed by Bruno Nuytten, co-produced by Isabelle Adjani, starring herself as Claudel and Gérard Depardieu as Rodin, the film was nominated for two Academy Awards in 1989. Another film, Camille Claudel 1915, directed by Bruno Dumont and starring Juliette Binoche as Claudel, premiered at the 63rd Berlin International Film Festival in 2013. The 2017 film Rodin co-stars Izïa Higelin as  Claudel.

Composer Jeremy Beck's Death of a Little Girl with Doves (1998), an operatic soliloquy for soprano and orchestra, is based on the life and letters of Camille Claudel. This composition has been recorded by Rayanne Dupuis, soprano, with the Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra.[57] Beck's composition has been described as "a deeply attractive and touching piece of writing ... [demonstrating] imperious melodic confidence, fluent emotional command and yielding tenderness." [58]

Seattle playwright S.P. Miskowski's La Valse (2000) is a well-researched look at Claudel's life.[59][60]

Composer Frank Wildhorn and lyricist Nan Knighton's musical Camille Claudel was produced by Goodspeed Musicals at The Norma Terris Theatre in Chester, Connecticut in 2003.[61]

In 2005, Sotheby's sold a second edition La Valse (1905, Blot, number 21) for $932,500.[62] In a 2009 Paris auction, Claudel's Le Dieu Envolé (1894/1998, foundry Valsuani, signed and numbered 6/8) had a high estimate of $180,000,[63] while a comparable Rodin sculpture, L'éternelle Idole (1889/1930, Rudier, signed) had a high estimate of $75,000.[64]

In 2011 world premiere of Boris Eifman's new ballet Rodin took place in Saint-Petersburg, Russia. The ballet is dedicated to the life and creative work sculptor Auguste Rodin and his apprentice, lover and muse, Camille Claudel.[65]

In 2012, the world premiere of the play Camille Claudel took place. Written, performed and directed by Gaël Le Cornec, premiered at the Pleasance Courtyard Edinburgh Festival, the play looks at the relationship of master and muse under the perspective of Camille at different stages of her life.[

In 2019, to mark the 155th anniversary of Claudel's birth, Google released a Google Doodle commemorating her.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camille_Claudel

Camille Claudel née à Fère-en-Tardenois (Aisne) le 8 décembre 1864, et morte à Montdevergues (Montfavet - Vaucluse) le 19 octobre 1943, est une sculptrice et artiste peintre française.

Collaboratrice, maîtresse et muse du sculpteur Auguste Rodin2, sœur du poète, écrivain, diplomate et académicien Paul Claudel, sa carrière est météorique, brisée par un internement psychiatrique et une mort quasi anonyme. Un demi-siècle plus tard, un livre (Une femme, Camille Claudel d'Anne Delbée, 1982) puis un film (Camille Claudel, 1988) la font sortir de l'oubli pour le grand public.

Son art de la sculpture à la fois réaliste et expressionniste s'apparente à l'Art Nouveau par son utilisation savante des courbes et des méandres.

https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camille_Claudel

[americanowrites]

May 2015

Harry didn’t go to many weddings; he’d been to three in his life. The last had been his mother’s two years ago, Louis’ mum last year and before that the last wedding he’d been to have been his Auntie Doreen’s when he was eight and had to be a page boy. He didn’t really know what to do at weddings or what to wear so when Ben and Meredith had invited him, he immediately asked his mum what to do. She’d washed her hands of him though when she reminded him of the outfit he wore to last years’ wedding. She didn’t agree with his half buttoned silk shirt and scarf combo, and she’d despised his hat.

Having been left to his own devices, Harry decided to replicate last years’ assemble, only he didn’t add the black hat this time and he buttoned his shirt a little higher. He was glad of his higher shirt when he kept seeing all the old ladies Ben inexplicably knew staring at him, most of them winked and he was happy to be more clothed.

The wedding ceremony and reception, like Harry assumed most were, had been full of sweet messages and crying. He didn’t cry but he did have a watery eye when Ben took Meredith for their first dance. Now it was the after party and Harry had undone another button and discarded his jacket somewhere and was making his way to the bar. He’d come alone, meeting up with Niall and Louis in the church both of them were already hammered and he needed a few more drinks before he could reach their level.

He spotted her for the first time all day, leaning against the bar with her trademark scowl as she surveyed the room. She had a bottle of Corona hanging from her fingers, which Harry had come to learn was her favoured beer, though she was partial to red wine and a brandy. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked at her, he loved the way her lips naturally pouted and how her face was always so blank yet her eyes were so expressive. She didn’t give a shit about anything and he loved it. She was like an egg he wanted to crack, a book he wanted to read every word of and a puzzle he knew he’d never finish.

“Oh my god.” Georgina nearly spit her drink out, Harry grinned as she held in her cheeks before she could swallow. She blushed a little and Harry loved it.

“Hey Georgie.”

“What the fuck are you wearing?” her eyes ran down his body, widening at his unbuttoned shirt. Harry felt hot under her gaze; her blue eyes were always a little intimidating.

“You don’t like it?” he ran his palms over his chest, feeling the silky material shimmer under his touch. He had a printed scarf undone around his neck, choosing that rather than a tie like he mother requested.

“You need to button up your shirt.” She growled, in much the way she always spoke to him. She seemed to have developed a dislike for him and he wasn’t sure why. But he loved a challenge.

“Why are my toned abs distracting you?” he smirked because he knew she hated it. She’d once told him his smirk was the most annoying thing in the universe. He’d just been pleased she’d noticed him, he always felt like a loser kid around her, the cool older girl.

Typically, she rolled her eyes. “No, but there are kids here and you’re indecent.”

“I think you like my outfit. I like yours, you look very pretty.” His eyes trailed down her body, gliding over her hips. She was wearing a short forest green dress which pleated at the hips and was patterned with orange flower outlines and stems. Her flatmate told her it looked weird but she liked it and was surprisingly glad Harry did too.  

“Thanks.” She grumbled, keeping her self made promise to except compliments. It was difficult, especially with the way Harry was smiling at. She didn’t want him to start thinking she liked him.

“So are you having fun?”

“Fucking hell Harold, you ain’t gonna pull anyone with that line.” Louis appeared, his timing impeccable as always and slung his arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Alright love? Who are you?”

She frowned at the short brunette guy who’d lost his jacket somewhere and had decided to rolls his sleeves up. She knew who he was, but she’d never met him before. “Georgina.” she said reluctantly.

“Ah, so you’re the fit bird from Ben’s place?” he nudged Harry who glared down at him. Georgina turned to look at Harry, raising an eyebrow.

Harry shook his head at her, “He’s taking the piss, ignore him.”

“I ain’t! He’s got a proper crush on you.”

“Louis shut the fuck up.” Harry’s cheeks were burning, he felt like he was about to burst into flames. Georgina didn’t look impressed.

“Okay, I’m leaving now.” Part of her felt like sticking around and asking Louis for some dirt on Harry, something she could tease him about later but she also didn’t want to stand around listening to how Harry fancied her. She heard it enough from Ben and Meredith and she wasn’t really in the mood since she’d just been dumped via a phone call.

“Georgie do-”

“See ya around.” She took off, hearing Harry launch an attack on Louis who just laughed in his face.

*

Georgina could see him watching her, his eyes finding her over the throngs of people. She watched as he lifted his champagne flute and winked at her. The guy he was with, Niall, noticed and glanced over his shoulder before turning back to Harry with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes as he grinned at whatever Niall was saying, she didn’t even want to think about to vulgar things they were saying. Harry and his gang seemed to be stuck in their pubescent teenage boy years, teasing girls and making fart jokes.

She downed the rest of her champagne, eyes moving around to see if she knew anyone. The only people she knew here were all busy with other people, she had expected to with a plus one but that changed and now she was sitting alone at the bar.

She wasn’t surprised when Harry started walking towards her, only mildly annoyed that he’d chosen the moment she ordered a Baileys to come over. He strutted about with the confidence of a rockstar, he knew people were looking at him and he was loving it.

“Hey.” he slid onto the stool next to her, his knee banging into her thigh.

“Hi.” She stared at the bartender as he prepared her drink. Harry sat fidgeting as though nervous about something. Smiling at the bartender, Georgina heard Harry snigger when he saw what drink she’d ordered. “Really? Don’t old women drink Baileys?”

“No.”

He propped his chin on his fist as he sat gazing at her, she felt uneasy. “My gran drinks it at night, either that or a sherry.”

“That’s my next choice.” She said before sipping the drink, the cream soothing her dry throat. She’d been inside all day and she was itching to get outside. She made sure to lick her lips after; she didn’t want Harry teasing her for having a cream tache.

“Your hair looks nice today.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying it looks horrible every other day?”

“What? N-no course not.” he stumbled over his words, his cheeks blushing a little.

“Relax, I’m messing with you.” She laughed, the champagne in her veins making her feel lighter. “Can’t say the same for your hair, it’s longer than mine.”

“Yeah everyone keeps telling me to get it cut.”

“So does that mean you’re gonna grow it extra long?”

“Of course,” the grinned at each other, a trace of sorts falling over them. “I kinda wanna do something with it. Like grow it and donate it.”

“That’s a really cool idea; I’d love to do something like that.” Georgina would never have the courage to chop all her hair off; it was like a safety blanket for her.

Harry took a sip of his champagne and Georgina watched as he licked his lips. “We should cut it off in together, hold each other’s hand.”

“Not sure about that.”

“Spoil sport.” He laughed and she marvelled at how different he was being. She wondered if this was the normal Harry.

“I don’t trust those hands.” She glanced at them and Harry chuckled, wriggling his fingers as though he was about to touch her.

Once he stopped laughing he mused for a second, pulling his bottom lip out “How about dancing? Would you like to dance with me?”

Georgina stared for a moment before laughing. “Fuck off, I’m not dancing. I don’t even know how to dance.”

“That’s a poor excuse, everyone knows how to stand on the spot and sway, I’m not asking you to perform a waltz.”

“I’m not dancing with you Harry.”

She huffed, annoyed that he’d even asked, she thought they’d been getting on, she was starting to think he wasn’t some annoying kid. And then like always, his mouth ruined him.

They sat in silence, the music and chatter flowing above their heads and the longer the silence went on, the more awkward and uncomfortable Georgina felt. She wanted to mention his audition for the film, the tape she’d watched along with hundreds of others. But she wasn’t allowed to, she’d signed contracts and she couldn’t let Harry know she was on the crew list. But she was itching to say something, just to see his reaction. She’d been finding it hard to not mention to anyone that Harry Styles was trying to become a film star.

All of a sudden she stood. “Okay this is awkward, I’ll see you around.” She told him, hurrying off to the ladies bathroom where she was greeted with the eyes of several jealous girls.

*

“It’s my wedding day.” Ben stood with his arms crossed staring at her.

“Yeah so you should be with your wife not giving me agro about dancing.”

“I just want to see you being nice to each other.” He argued while Meredith nodded, her big puffy dress flowing around her. She looked like a princess and right now Georgina felt like the Evil Queen.

“I don’t dance, especially in front of people.”

“Oh stop being such a bore, loosen up a bit, it’s my wedding night!” Ben hollered and Georgina knew he’d had too much champagne.

“Call it a wedding present.” Meredith tried, her voice kinder than Ben’s.

She gave them both a hard look. “I already bought you a very expensive gift.”

“Please, you’re my two favourite kids and I just want to see you dance together.” Meredith was like a second mother to Georgina, and much like her real mother, she couldn’t say no to her.

“He touches my bum and I will cut him, I don’t care if this is your wedding day or not.” she couldn’t only imagine why Harry would try and touch, as soon as his hands moved a millimetre too close, she’d be gone.

“He’ll behave. He’s very excited.”

“Yeah we didn’t have to beg him.” Ben smirked, knowing he’d get a reaction. Georgina only lifted her middle finger at him.

“Have fun darling, he’s lovely.”

“Ugh.” She groaned, stomping away in her heels.

She didn’t stop until she was behind Harry and tapping his shoulder. He turned with a smile already on his lips. “Georgie!”

“Come on Styles.” She grabbed his elbow, making sure to smile over at Ben and Meredith as she led Harry to the dance floor.

“I thought you told me to fuck off?” he chuckled lowly and Georgina found the urge to scream at him again.

“Don’t make me regret this.” growling, she threw him the filthiest look she could manage.

“I gotta say, I expected our first dance together to start more romantically.” He laughed as they strode into the middle of the dance floor; she hoped the groups of grannies would shield them.

“I’m doing a favour for my friends. This isn’t going to be romantic.” She told him, slipping her hands to his shoulders. She’d worn flat sandals so they were still roughly the same height, though he had the edge on her now he’d grown a little more. She could the tangle of curls on top of his head as he looked down at his feet. His hair was ridiculously long now; she wanted to ask when he was going to cut it off.

“Who hurt you Georgie? Who made you sad? Cos I wanna punch him.” Georgina gasped, his words hitting her more than they should. He was joking. Harry always joked, everything he said was a pun or lame joke designed to make people laugh. But her heart was hurting, she ached with the hurt she had inside her. All her friends kept telling her she’d get over it and she’d forget what it felt like to be this heartbroken. But she didn’t believe them; she knew she’d never forget this pain even if she the cause faded.

“You’re meant to be dancing.” She kicked his feet, nodding when he started swaying. His hands were warm on her waist, his fingers seeming to stretch forever along her lower back.

“I’m sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t matter, just dance.” She hissed when he paused.

“No I mean about saying that. Meredith told me about a breakup.” The music seemed to still around them. Harry knew she’d been dumped. She was mortified. She was ashamed whenever she had to tell anyone but somehow knowing Harry knew was worse.  

“She had no right.”

“She only said you’d broken up with your boyfriend. I personally think he’d a dickhead for letting you go.” His words were soft and she gulped, her throat suddenly tightening. She wasn’t going to cry. Not in the middle of a wedding while she awkwardly shuffled about with Harry Styles.

“So I’m sorry and like I don’t know who he is or anything but I know you’re better than him and that it’s his loss.”

She stared at him, watching his eyes watch her with a soft timid smile on his lips. “Thank you.”

Surprisingly his words helped. He didn’t know who Jamie was or what he’d done and he was still taking her side. It was nice to hear it from someone who didn’t know the full story and who wasn’t looking at her with pity.

“Now come on, I wanna make everyone jealous with our dancing.”

 The song slipped into another and Georgina found herself resting her cheek against Harry’s shoulder, his hand had inched its way up her back and was now pressing her into him. They only shuffled, stepping side to side with the odd spin thrown in when Harry wanted to show off. But they’d danced for two songs and Georgina didn’t really want to stop.

This was the Harry she didn’t mind, he wasn’t cracking jokes and being cheeky and borderline creepy towards her. He was kind, quiet and dare she saw a little funny. She wished he was like this all the time and maybe she wouldn’t hate him quite to so much.

“Look at you two! So adorable!” Meredith squealed, clapping her hands together like a proud mother watching her child take its first steps. Georgina cringed, moving away from Harry abruptly.

“You’re making Harry blush Mer, stop it.” Ben laughed and to Georgina’s astonishment, Harry was blushing.

“Let me take a photo.”

“No.” Georgina growled, not wanting any evidence of this moment.

“Oh shut up and stand closer to him. Ben get your phone out.” she slapped his chest when he didn’t react.

“James, can you take a photo mate.” Ben grabbed the photographer, who Georgina knew was useless given his lack of lenses, as he walked past. She frowned, wanting to run but Harry’s arm felt like a vice around her waist and he pulled her closer.

“Smile Georgie, at least pretend you don’t hate me.” he said against her ear, earning him a jab in the ribs.

“That’ll be tough.” She returned, forcing a smile on her lips. Meredith cooed and awed while James snapped away, the shutter clicking more than necessary and still had Ben take a snap on his phone. When it was done and James was showing Meredith the image, Georgina pushed Harry away before his hand could fall any lower.

Georgina let out a deep gust of air, the room felt hot all of a sudden. “After that nightmare, I’m going.” Her eyes found the door, it felt like a beacon of sanctuary waiting for her.

“What? Already?” Harry’s eyes flew about as though looking for a clock, he’d obviously forgotten about the watch on his wrist.

“I have a flight tomorrow.” She explained, not entirely sure why she was bothering.

His eyes lit with recognition, she wondered how many times he’d said the same thing. “Oh where?”

“I’m due back on set.”

“Where?”

“I’m not at liberty to tell you I’m afraid.” She smiled as sweetly as she could manage but he only laughed.

“Would you tell me even if you could?”

“Nope.” She patted his chest, moving to say her goodbyes to Ben and Meredith. When she was finished after numerous promises of calls and visits, she was left to face Harry. He’d waited so she felt she had to say goodbye, otherwise she would’ve just slipped away.

“I’ll see you around Harry, look after those curls.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling and Georgina smiled briefly.

“Have a safe flight to this mystery location and don’t be a stranger.” A gasp fell from her lips as he kissed her cheek, a brief barely tangible kiss which left her a little stunned. They didn’t do things like that and she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t slapped him for touching her without permission. Either way, she stumbled to the cloakroom wondering how the night had ended so different to how she imagined.

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when bailey was asked what he did whenever he wasn't supporting dio, the young man smiled. " honestly, schoolwork, " he chuckled. " no no, i also play football. sometimes i sit around and write shit. nothing serious, just a journal i guess, to let my thoughts out. " he responded. " i'm not as cool as you, playing gigs like this on most nights. " he chuckled. when the other pulled him away further, ending up at the back door, he grinned. " i don't think so, " he said. " oh–– somewhere special. i'm intrigued. "

Dio grinned, leading Bailey through the crowd towards a more secluded area. The two of them chatted as they walked, Dio's hand firmly gripping Bailey's. "So, baby, tell me a little bit about yourself," he said, turning to face him. "What do you do when you're not coming to see me perform?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Not that he needed to know, he just wanted to set the playful mood for what he had planned. They arrived at the back door of the venue, and Dio pulled it open, revealing a small alleyway. "I don't think anyone's going to miss us," he said, a smirk on his face. "I want to make it special, so, follow me. I know a place where we can have our midnight kiss just the two of us."

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a flirty starter with bailey waltz + @funtimeswiththeguys

bailey was glad that it was the weekend. and bailey decided that he needed a night out. the one person he had in mind was of course enzo. he was getting much closer to him. even with their age difference, they seemed to still hit it off. the fact that the other didn't care that he was with a little high schooler like him. but regardless, the time they spent together was fun. the flirting was fun too. even if bailey was a straight guy, he liked that someone gave him all this attention. so when enzo waited in the car for bailey, he grinned. " so–– " bailey got in the car. " where we going tonight? "

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character tags pt 1.

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bailey could remember the first time he met enzo. he was five, the other was fifteen, and a young bailey would always be following him around everywhere. and as he got older, his love for his brother only grew. the fact that enzo was such a father figure to bailey, even allowing him to sleep in his bed sometimes, he felt safe when the other was around. his father meant to be that, but since his mother had died, and bailey's father meeting enzo's mother, the two boys were left to basically fend for themselves while the parents were off with each other. bailey at least had some amazing memories with enzo. and who wouldn't ask for a cooler stepbrother?

bailey smiled at the mention of bowling being their true brotherly bonding. it was true. the two of them were very much bowlers growing up. enzo actually taught him how to bowl. bailey had some of the best memories at the bowling alley. and they even did a big brother/little brother tournament where they ended up beating the jackson's. " it was. remember that one time where i ended up getting 3 strikes in a row. my first turkey ever. it was so great. "

Enzo was a little bit older than Bailey when his mother first introduced him to his future step dad and baby brother. He loved his mom, and he knew his step father made her happy, and he got to have the chance of being a big brother to someone, who kind of latched onto him immediately. Which was cool because instantly he loved Bailey to death. Although when they got married, there were times where it was really just the two step brothers. His mother didn't make the best paternal decisions and same could be said for his step father. There was one time they left the two sons home for a week to have a short vacation. But Enzo took good care of Bailey, he always did. And to this day, he still would. He was his world. It never bothered Bailey too that Enzo was gay. Although...there was a good amount of flirting between them, not to mention...the more than brotherly closeness kisses they shared from time to time. Enzo was into his kid brother, that was for sure. It was sick, but it was the truth. "Aren't you glad school work for me isn't gonna cut into our time together?" he asked, reaching over to squeeze Bailey's hand. "Bowling was our true brotherly bonding experience."

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bailey wasn't sure where they were going. but as the other kept driving, he enjoyed the scenery. as dio continued to drive, he could see that they were going up to an overlook. so when they arrived, he stepped off the motorcycle, and he looked at what their view was. bailey smiled. he removed his helmet, and placed it on the bike when he walked over to look at the city lights. it was beautiful. " this is amazing. wow, " he whispered. " you really wanted to be romantic about this, " he chuckled.

As Dio drove, he could feel Bailey's grip tighten around his waist. It was exhilarating, riding through the empty streets, the wind rushing past them. He knew exactly where he wanted to take him, a little place on the outskirts of town, overlooking the city. It was perfect for midnight, quiet and peaceful. As they rode, he found himself getting lost in his thoughts. He had never felt this way about someone before. Bailey was different, he could feel it. When they arrived at the overlook, Dio turned off the engine and removed his helmet. "We're here!" He said, looking over his shoulder at Bailey. "What do you think?" The city's night lights sparkled below them, a sight to behold. In a few minutes they would be joined by the New Year's Celebration fireworks, but for now, it was just the two of them.

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when the two of them reached the back street, he looked over at the motorcycle. a soft smile appeared on his face. he took the helmet that was in dio's hand and he nodded. " god, you're trying to romance me, huh? " he smiled. he put on the helmet before he hopped on the motorcycle. arms wrapped tightly around his waist. " take me away my knight, " he chuckled. bailey wasn't sure where dio would end up taking him, but he was quite excited.

Dio couldn't help but smile at Bailey's response. He had a way of making him feel like he was the center of his attention, even when they were surrounded by thousands of people. As he led him to the back street, he could feel his heart beating faster. He stopped in front of his motorcycle, his helmet in his hands. "Ta-da!" He exclaimed, handing it to Bailey. "I thought we could go someplace special, just the two of us. You're gonna love it, trust me," he said, climbing on and revving the engine. "Just hold on tight, and you'll be fine. Promise!" He shouted over the noise, waiting for Bailey to get on behind him.

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spending time with enzo has truly been something bailey always looked forward to. enzo was basically his parent since their own parents enjoyed spending all their time together. that or they were always busy with their jobs. so enzo was always there. he smiled, glad that he at least had his brother. that was the only good thing that came from his father's marriage. enzo came into his life. he was five. and all he knew was that enzo was his whole world. and now they were older and he was still his whole world. he bit his lower lip, as he sat in the car, glad his brother was taking him away for the weekend.

" hey big brother, " he smiled, looking at the other, grinning at him. " alright, going old school. i'm very here for it, " he smirked. " i haven't gone bowling since you went to college, " he said. " and you know i'll have all the pizza i can take. so here for that. " he stated. " well, we have a whole four day weekend together, so let's enjoy the most of it. " he stated.

Enzo was in college studying to be a dancer, but he always had time to spend with Bailey, someone who practically raised since he was a kid. Bailey was awesome and the kid didn't seem to mind hanging out with him instead of friends his own age. Enzo kept things interesting, that was for sure. They always seemed to have a good time together, and Enzo always took good care of him while he was out with him. He smiled when the other got into his car. He picked the other up from school, as Bailey wanted to spend the weekend at Enzo's. Enzo didn't have any assignments to catch up on, and he could always rehears his dancing whenever he was free to do so. "Hey, you," he greeted and started the car, "Thought we could go bowling for a bit. Grab some greasy fries and pizza while we're at it."

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bailey grabbed the other man's hand, leaning closer to him. he loved that he could always visit dio whenever he performed. the gigs were getting bigger and bigger and he knew that one day dio and his band would make it big. manifesting. he chuckled, hearing the other whisper in his ear. bailey pulled away and shook his head. " yes, i want to celebrate the last bit of time i have left of this year with you, " he grinned. " and clearly i want to be that midnight kiss. like you read my mind, " he laughed.

As the crowd erupted in cheers, Dio took a bow. His bandmates patted him on the back as they exited the stage, leaving him alone to bask in the applause. It was exhilarating, performing for hundreds of people, feeling their energy wash over him like a tidal wave. As the noise died down and the people returned to their conversations, Dio scanned the room for the person he had been thinking about all night. Bailey, a young man with brown hair and piercing blue eyes, had captured his attention from the moment they met. And now was capturing his attention. "Thank you, baby. Glad you enjoyed it!" He said with a wink as Bailey approached him. "Now, how about we celebrate the new year together? Wanna be my midnight kiss?" He asked, leaning in close, his lips just inches from Bailey's ear.

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bailey smiled when he heard shaun arrive home. he was always stoked whenever his fiancé arrived home. that and the fact that the two of them struggled to keep their hands off each other. when bailey walked out of their room, he looked over at the muscular man, and he ran straight to him. bailey wrapped his arms around the other, feeling that kiss right after. it was always so good seeing shaun. he missed him throughout the day. " i missed you too! " he grinned before he leaned up to kiss him again. " sometimes i wish you were still working from home, i miss spending the whole day together, even if it's us on the couch while we're working. "

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Shaun stretched a little as he walked back into the apartment he shared with Bailey and put his suitcase down on the floor. He slipped out of his jacket, hanging it up on the hook near the door and undid his work shirt so he could fully shrug off the long day "Bailey? Babe, I'm home!" he exclaimed loudly, slowly walking into the small apartment until he saw his young sweet lover and beamed like nothing else when he saw him "There he is, the sexiest man I know!" he happily wrapped his arms around his lover and hugged him tight, nuzzling against the man and kissing him as sweetly as he could "Missed you baby" he whispered, going in for another tiny kiss, not realising as he did that a single bead of milk slowly formed on the very tip of his barely hidden nipple.

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he listened to everything that shaun said, and he hoped that one day they might actually have that. a nice house, a place where they can live together, grow old together, if that was the path for them. he hoped it was the path for them. " well, maybe by next year, we might make it happen, " bailey admitted as he kept his eyes on the man, noticing that his shirt was getting damp around the nipples. when he pulled away from the kiss, he looked down at the shirt, which was stained with something, possibly sweat. so when he took it off, he was curious. " it looks like it, " he said as he approached the man. with a swipe of his finger, he cleaned the nipple, and he licked the small bit of liquid. it tasted good, it was like milk, but better. " ti tastes good, " he whispered. " sweet. " he responded as he saw another bead come out of the nipple. he swiped it again and licked his finger clean once more. " i guess you're pecs are so huge, you produced some kind of muscle milk, " he chuckled, looking up at him. " it doesn't hurt, does it? " he asked, swiping more of the muscle milk and liking it.

shaun happily returned the loving kiss, his hands resting right on bailey's lower back as he just held the man he loved as close as he could. "i know, i wish i could work from home more too. maybe when we get a place big enough that we can set up a little office for me to have clients in" he mused, tenderly rubbing his partner's back as sweetly as he could while he leaned in to kiss his partner again. as he made out with the sweet young stud, his chest leaked just a little more and when he pulled back he noticed that his shirt was stained right around the nipple area "oh damn, I liked this shirt... must have been that run home" he assumed, casually pulling his shirt off and going to throw it in the laundry. when he came back out he looked back to bailey and right there, two milky beads formed right on his nipples. he looked down and raised an eyebrow "what the... is that freaking milk?"