#Im learning the tutting dance

[satvpsandowns]

The tutting dance in Link Click op 1 mimics the rotation of clock hands. It’s fascinating how it symbolizes the broken and intervened time.

Also, the duality, left-right; I picture it as that typical depiction of two characters in that ying-yang position (this might be a stretch lol).

[so-mordor-itis]

Behind Her Eyes

Synopsis: Ada continues to track down the amber while also running into you and Leon time and time again. Hopefully, she won't have any more distractions than she has been given. After all, she's just doing her job.

Sequel to Through Her Eyes

N/A: THIS IS BEEFY!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

WC: 3k.

Taglist: @amatxs , @airanke , @uhlunaro , @honeyfict , @im-just-a-simp-le-whore , @pepsicolacoochie , @inaflashimagine , @phoenix666stuff , @rentaldarling , @boiled-onionrings , @auxenpin-it , @starbirdfinch , @m4nd0l0r , @mahalaraewolfe , @mobbbb1 , @konigbabe , @izuniias , @tosuckmyweenis @boundinparchment

"You long to be bandaged before you have been cut." –Margaret Atwood

—

"You can stop right there, Leon. Wouldn't make me use this, would you?" Ada had pressed her pistol to one of his shoulder blades. She cocked it, letting it sit against his shirt for a second. She wanted him to know she was willing to use it if required. She meant business.

Leon dropped his weapon a second later. "Well, after six years, that's one hell of a greeting, Ada." He said her name with a bit of a bite. Not quite a sneer, but teetering toward that territory. "What's the occasion?"

Ada just smirked, tilting her head to the side. She wanted to get under his skin, because if she didn't he wouldn't be curious, and if he didn't become curious then her plan of action to steer him away from the amber would fall through the floor. He may have become more rigid with his movements, a bit snappier with his sentences, but he was still the same rookie cop she met back in Raccoon. "You don't seem surprised. Interesting."

With a single step, he attempted to grab the gun from her hand. Ada retaliated, leading to dance with Leon's knife. She blocked it several times, hoping to lead it away from anything fatal. He caught her slightly off guard when the hilt of his blade touched the red turtleneck she was wearing, and she paused. Maybe he had learned more than she thought.

"Try using knives next time," Leon said, "Better for close encounters."

"Very smooth," Ada responded. "You've learned a few tricks."

Leon ignored her comment. "Who are you working for this time? Definitely not the FBI."

"Oh, Leon," Ada tutted. "You know I don't work and tell."

Leon released the knife from her throat, placing it back into the pouch on his left shoulder. Ada observed him for a moment. He was wary, she could tell from the way he was looking around the room. Ada had a bite back a frown. His eyes were different now. His pupils were yellowish, and whites were now a bit cloudy. They must've drugged him, or maybe he was infected like the girl and the rest of Saddler's lackies. She didn't comment on it. Wasn't her place.

She didn't know what happened to you if you two split up or you simply wandered from him and lost your footing. All she knew was that she found him in this room and finally decided to show herself–well, more than she had when he was being attacked by the taller man in the trench coat. Though she had to admit it was intriguing that you weren't with him.

"Where's your little partner?" Ada asked, "I'd thought they'd be tagging alongside you."

Leon furrowed his brows. "That's something I'd like to know, too. I turned my back for one second, and suddenly, they're gone. This whole damn castle is a maze." He wasn't surprised Ada knew about you, either.

"How troubling," she murmured.

Leon didn't reply. He was lost in his own thoughts. His right hand clenched into a fist. A plan was swimming in his mind, but Ada didn't want to concentrate too hard on him.

"You should give up on the girl," she continued. "She's lost no matter what." Ada eyed the window, moonlight shining through in brilliant lines of white. She couldn't stay much longer. "You walk away now, and who knows? I might give you the greeting you were hoping for."

Leon didn't look impressed, and that made something coil in Ada's chest. "You think I'm gonna give up? Simply leave? You're wrong for thinking so." His voice was laced with annoyance.

Ada just looked at him. "Right." Opening the window, she used her grappling hook to latch onto one of the ledges of the castle. "See you around, Leon."

Though he tried to look more irritated, she saw his eyes soften for a slight second–or maybe her mind was starting to slip. She was a bit tired, but she couldn't give that any thought. Ada shook that off her shoulders the moment she landed on one of the roof shingles. One crunched under her foot as she prepared to give another report to Wesker.

–

She found you before he did. You were out of bullets, poor thing.

Hunched over a chair, you were taking a glimpse at an old map of the castle. The paper was brown and torn apart, it would've been a miracle if you could've actually interpreted the damn thing.

"Fuck," you moaned. "Why did they have to build so many passages? What is this, the 1500s?"

Ada had to prevent herself from rolling her eyes. You and Leon were definitely a lot alike. You both spoke to yourselves, talking as if there was an audience. She wondered what the point was, if it gave you two satisfaction.

A sudden thump echoed from one of the many doors in the room. Robed figures, all muttering phrases in Spanish, carried torches and maces. Your face soured into a deeply tired look. From what Ada could understand, you had empty rounds, and your knife was broken–it was on top of the table you placed the map upon, the metal pieces covering the brown paper.

The figures got closer to you, and Ada watched as your eyes fixated on one of the doors. You could try to make a run for it, bolt to the door in hopes you could find more resources. Though, how realistic is that? Ada thought.

She found herself subconsciously feeling for one of her flash grenades. Was she really going to help you at the cost of her own resources? That'd be a bit of a waste. She could easily find herself in a similar situation.

Though it would turn out she didn't need to. Your eyes brightened as you shuffled for something in your pocket. A grenade of your own, but not of the flash variety. You pulled the trigger with your teeth before tossing it.

She flew through the window to avoid the blast. From where she was, she would've definitely felt something.

Ada was a bit disappointed. She could've told Leon he owed her another favor.

She bit her lip before reaching for her radio and tracing through each signal. She estimated the closest one to her was Leon, and she guessed right.

"Leon, change your mind yet?"

"Ada?" He was surprised.

"Assuming you haven't, I got a tip for you," Ada glanced back into the castle. More robed figures began marching through doors, their speed picking up with every second. "Seems like something big is about to go down in the throne room. I also found your little friend. They're heading in that direction. Babysitting's tough, huh?"

She hung up her signal right after.

–

Ada didn't bother backtracking again. It would've torn a chunk of her time away.

She hated that something inside her wanted to.

She had radioed to him again later on, giving what she knew he'd want. He wasn't as rough as he was to her previously, perhaps because you were now there to calm his storm, or maybe he just decided to be less harsh. She didn't know, and she wanted to force herself not to care.

He wasn't her's anymore.

–

"Looking for these?" Ada dangled the keys to the boat you two occupied. Leon had been attempting to scavenge them but couldn't manage to. It was her boat, these keys were hers. She could've easily allowed you two to be deserted and not find the girl again. However, she was feeling rather generous.

She tossed them to Leon, and you eyed her form. Your brows furrowed as if you were attempting to recall if you've met her. You two haven't, technically. She knew who you were by bits and pieces, and that's all she needed. "I could use a ride myself."

You and Leon exchanged glances, but she knew ultimately that they wouldn't be given a choice. Leon knew, too. "Fine." He said.

You sat in the back, Leon very cautiously sat in the passenger’s seat because Ada offered to drive. Leon tried to be subtle about it, but Ada noticed. He glanced at you for a second before putting his eyes back to the ocean in front of him.

He was holding back words, and she knew it. "You look like you've got something to say." Ada claimed. He didn't just look it. It radiated off of his skin, and he spoke it with his eyes. He was questioning himself about why she was here, and it kept floating around inside that mind of his.

Though, she would admit she was being unfair, asking this in front of you.

Leon just said, "Nothing." And Ada clicked her tongue.

"Hm."

"Why are you here, Ada?" He blurted. It was too late to catch himself.

"As I told you, Leon, I don't work and tell."

Ada peered at you, giving a side eyed glance. You weren't asking her questions, nor were you giving her any type of expression. Your body language wasn't indicating you felt anything but indifference. You were keeping to your own business. (You glanced at Leon a few times, keeping tabs, watching his reactions. You knew him, too, it seemed.)

How polite.

Or perhaps you felt vexed and wanted to slit her throat right then and there. Either way, you were good at hiding it. (She noticed your pupils, the whites of your eyes. You were also infected, and she wondered if Leon knew, too.)

"I'm stopping here," Ada said shortly. There was a ridge up ahead on a rock she could grapple from. Krauser now had the sample, and he was making her job so much harder than it needed to be.

She stopped the boat just enough so she could stand. Ada pulled herself up. She looked back at him and winked. "Don't think too hard, handsome. See you later." The momentum of her pushing her body weight off the boat caused it to rock the both of you back and forth, Leon fought to steady it.

From the ledge, Ada could barely make out your voices.

"Old flame?" You questioned.

"Something like that," Leon grumbled in response. "It's not relevant."

"Alright, you just seemed so bothered by her."

"She's…" He paused. "Something else."

Ada expected a different phrase from him but was pleasantly surprised.

"She seems interesting."

"I don't want to think about her. Let's just focus on Ashley."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Leon's voice was softer now. "Yeah, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me."

"What if I want to?"

Ada removed herself from the area and continued forward, not wanting to listen to anymore of your conversation.

–

Her carrier pigeon was no longer alive, creating a bigger problem. Luis had told Ada the amber was on the island, and Saddler had kept a tight leash on it. That wasn't a surprise, really. It contained the very being he and his cult worshiped. And, to make her workload harder, Krauser contained a sample of the plaga that Wesker would find fascinating. What he would do with it, she had no idea.

"Where on the island, Luis?" She inquired, flexing her fingers as she observed her nails.

"I'll take you there, just…" He paused to scratch his stubble. "Just let me finish some business first."

"May I remind you, you're under thin ice? Better to cooperate, baby."

"Alright, it's…it's in the very middle of the island. It'll be surrounded by Ganados and other not so friendly things."

She never ran into the not so friendly beings, but she did encounter many Ganados that were too trigger happy. The island itself was mostly constructed to be a weapon base–it was so obviously guarding something. With barbed wire traps and metal buildings and caves full of laboratories.

She found the amber eventually in a secluded area. It was grossly beautiful, leaving an orange glow on the floor that was reflected off of a light in the room. The smaller parasites inside reminded her of Umbrella's lab specimens. Removing this larger rock would be an issue; there would need to be a strong distraction, one that would hold their attention long enough for her to give her helicopter friend a signal to load it on.

Leon.

He would have to be her distraction.

And he was.

–

The girl lay upon a sacrificial table, black veins crawling up her arms. Leon's veins popped from his arms, blackened as the girl's. You were in the same boat, groaning in pain on your knees as Saddler began to control the parasite from within.

Ada had two choices. She could allow you and Leon to die here, being suffocated by the plaga in your systems, or she could risk it all.

Ada couldn't do it. She couldn't let him die.

She pulled out her TMP and shot Saddler with what seemed to be the entire round. "Go, Leon!" She shouted to him. "Before it's too late!"

He fell forward, catching his breath. He grabbed your shoulder and then went for Ashley, picking her up bridal style. The two of you began to push yourselves forward, but she couldn't watch now. "That's six times now, Leon." She mumbled.

Saddler managed to squeeze out every last bullet Ada had thrown at him. She had two more guns, but it wouldn't be enough. All she could do was buy more time for you guys. Maybe that's all you needed.

It wasn't long before she only had her pistol left. Saddler used one of his appendages to grab her by the leg and slammed her down on the ground. Her ears rang so loud she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat. Her mouth tasted of iron. She might've bitten her tongue without realizing it. One more smack to the head, and her world went black.

What woke her up was the hard smack of landing on the ground. Her vision was a bit blurry, but she could make Leon's figure. He was holding his pistol. You were nowhere to be found.

Ada quickly got on her feet, approaching him as Saddler appeared from behind, transforming into a hideous creature, further reminding Ada of the experiments she witnessed in the Umbrella underground lab. It had been six years, but those images would never be removed. They were stuck to her mind like glue.

Just like back then, he was her partner once more, but Ada had a feeling this would be the final time.

–

Saddler was defeated with a blow from a rocket launcher. Ada took a deep breath, rubbing her arms as they screamed at her with ache. It was over. Now, she just had to get on the damn helicopter. She gave her men the signal to grab the amber during the fight, while Leon kept him occupied, dancing to his tune. She felt a little more bad this time; she'd used him again.

The sample of the plaga rolled out of Saddler's staff and onto the ground next to Leon. Ada grabbed it before Leon could blink.

"Ada? What the hell?"

She glanced at the bottle of purple liquid with curiosity. "Nothing personal, Leon. Just business." Ada pulled a device out of her pocket and pressed a button that said,"Detonate. " She had to get rid of the evidence, after all. "Though, I definitely recommend you leave. Now."

Leon got the hint, and he sprung to his feet, his eyes wide. Ashley. You. Ada knew immediately to whom his mind went.

Her ride appeared a millisecond later, and she strided toward it, no regrets in her gait. She turned to him. "You coming?" Part of her knew his answer already, but the other part wanted him to ditch everything and just come. Come with her, talk to her. Maybe they could fix things.

"You and I both know this is where we go back to what we were, Ada," Leon said, looking her directly in the eye. "It's time to go separate ways."

"Unsurprising," she clicked her tongue, finally meeting where the helicopter leveled for her to board. She jumped, landing gracefully. "Catch," she shouted, throwing another pair of keys at him. "It's your ride home."

Leon glanced to his palm and shook his head. His lips mouthed something, but the helicopter blades were too loud for her to hear. She watched his now tiny form sprint in the opposite direction, probably now headed your way.

"You got it?" Ada demanded, placing a headset atop her ears. Helicopters were always so loud that she could never hear herself think.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Put me in," she followed. Wesker needed to know his precious Amber was secured.

A part of her wished she could see Leon one more time. To tell him things she never could.

Beneath her serious look, she always cared for him.

–

(Ingrid had ordered a chopper to find you three once you reached the ground. Ashley had immediately fallen asleep, and her head landed on your shoulder. Leon took note of it, the way you gently lifted her head so she'd be more comfortable, the way you parted her hair as a parent would. He didn't know why it made his heart feel warm.

"Did you have feelings for her?" You asked suddenly. Leon blinked. For a slight moment, he thought you meant Ashley, and he was about to be very confused. But no, you meant Ada.

"Yeah," Leon answered after a few seconds. "She made me feel like we had something back in Raccoon City. Then, well, you know how stories like this usually play out."

"She betrayed you?"

"A summary, but yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

You wrinkled your nose. "I didn't want to pry."

"You weren’t, I mean, she was being unfair, asking me things in front of you." Leon shrugged. "Anyone would be curious."

It was silent now. You had thoughts racing in your mind, and Leon could tell from the way your forehead wrinkled.

"I don't think about her much anymore." Leon said. "I have more important people to think about now." He was looking at you when he said that. You blinked a little before giving him an embarrassed smile.

"Alright, Mr. Kennedy, no flirting on the job."

"Mission's over, isn't it?")

–

[lavendergalactic]

HI LAV I'D LOVE TO MAKE UU A PSD BUT IT MIGHT NOT BE GOOD SINCE IM STILL LEARNING TuT

OH MY GOD YOURE STILL LEARNING I THOUGHT YOU WERE AN EXPERT AT PSD MAKING! ur dancing puppet psd saved my edit's life fr

if u could that'll be AMAZING i actually love your psds a lot

[bi-bats]

🤓 u know why im here haha. 14, 17, 19, 27, 29 please 💕

Bean, hello!!!! Enjoy this food while you get your food lol 💖

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Okay. I know I've shit all over Rooftops & Bookshops, but I was able to picture so many of the scenes in that fic SO vividly and clearly, I think I would have to pick that for a film. Specifically, I'm thinking of the scene in the breakroom. That would just be SO funny. And also some of the writing things that bother me now wouldn't be an issue on screen lol

OR I would say You Hear His Voice Once and You Know It Again as a comic. There are so many parts that I think would make really amazing panels rhgruaghr if anyone wants to make fanart for it they are more than welcome to!!!

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

Ballroom dancing, which is funny because I actually barely used the research lmao it was for Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

oh boy uhhh okay here's a teaser from the jaytimkon piece!

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” Kon explains, because he knows it’s true. “Are you upset?” Jason asks it like he knows the answer, which of course he does. He’s a bat.  “I guess.” “Did he say something that made you upset?”  “Yes, but—” “—Just because he wasn’t trying to hurt you doesn’t that mean he didn’t.” Kon looks up as Jason takes a bite of his bun, then breathes out a little through his teeth like it was still too hot.  “That doesn’t mean he should be shot?” Kon says hesitantly.  “Step two is empty threats, sweetheart. If I wanted to shoot him, I wouldn’t have to steal bullets from B.”  Kon’s cheeks burn.  Sweetheart. He’s heard Jason use endearments for Tim before, Darlin’ and Baby and Gorgeous and Pretty Boy, and seriously how did Tim think Kon didn’t know they were fucking—but he’s never heard sweetheart come out of Jason’s mouth. His stomach is fluttering, warmth radiating through him, and he wants to giggle in a totally manly and not at all school-girly way, wants to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear and— “Don’t shoot him,” Kon says, a smile creeping out for the first time since this morning. Jason grins back, and his smile is fucking gorgeous.

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

Answered that one here!! Sorry 💖

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

alright FINE you can have a snippet from that Know Yourself scene where they were going to bake cookies for Barbara that I had to cut because it was too early to involve her and they weren't getting along this well yet

Tim shifted the groceries in his arms while they waited outside Barbara’s door, eyes flashing over as Jason reached up and tugged the helmet off. Tim forced his eyes back to the door.  “You have flour in your hair.”  “Hm?” Jason asked, tucking the helmet under his arm.  “From the helmet.”  Jason peeked inside the helmet, finding a small streak of flour across the inside. He made an irritated tut, trying to arrange his bag and the helmet so he could get a free hand. Tim sighed and turned to him, shifting the bag in his arms again. He reached up to do it himself, then stopped when Jason pulled back a little, eyes wide with surprise. Tim’s hand hovered in the air, and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for permission.  Jason sighed, then leaned back in.  “Go ahead.”  Tim finished reaching for the streak of white that didn’t belong. He ran his fingers through it, shaking them slightly so that the flour would come out.  Jason’s hair was softer than he thought it would be. Even though they were both still wearing their dominos, Tim could feel Jason’s eyes on him. He looked back, his hand slowing down. “Thanks,” Jason said, his voice was low and rough as it broke the silence, making something warm flare up in Tim’s gut.

thank you for the ask bestie!!! 💖💖💖💖

[shiinee]

i loooove LOVE their choreo!!! the elegance with the finger tutting in naughty... no one is doing it like seulrene periodt

[bloodyke]

💃

[ohcaptains]

Ok some quick Soft/fluffy headcanons bc some fans are acting unhinged & it’s got me pressed lol

* Eddie learning your favourite songs on guitar and serenading you with them in his trailer while you cook dinner and dance for him

* Self care nights in with Eddie where you deep condition each other’s hair (he loves a scalp massage) and paint each other’s nails (black obvs)

* Eddie teaching you how to sew patches on to your jacket & jeans cuz he’s like, basically a professional at this point

* You never look both ways when crossing the road (London tings innit) so Eddie always sticks his arm out and braces you from accidentally walking in front of a car. He tuts adoringly and wraps his arm round your shoulders as you cross safely together (“I couldn’t lose you, sweets”💖)

* Eddie waking you up every morning with strong coffee in a chipped mug and neck kisses while you giggle & pull him closer

Ok I feel better now 🥰🥰🥰

NOT THE FUCKING CHIPPED MUG IM FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m actually so sad 😩 that’s so real jesus. RACING TO PAY FOR EACH OTHER LIKE AT RESTAURANTS AND SHOPS AND WHEN HE WINS HE STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT AT U AND SAYS ‘TOO SLOW’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[holding-infinity-and-a-book]

Henllooo✨✨

You're a dancer ?

What dance do u learn?

Helloooo yes im a dancer hdhdhsjs

I'm currently learning contemporary and aerial and I've done bollywood, jazz, tutting and a lot more and only retained 2 things

SIYA WHAT IS THIS MANHOOS CHEHRA GIVE EXPRESSION

and

5..6..5, 6, 7, 8

[tmntgirlie]

Reader x TMNT

Prompt:  Saw your thing about needing a muse so how about some turtle comfort for a sad bitch that has to go back to school tomorrow TuT so nervouse im scared

Based on what is written, it is now assumed reader and turts are above the age of consent and reader is in college ;)

-

Leonardo

You weren’t being your usual happy self

The blue-banded terrapin you called your boyfriend obviously noticed

You didn’t make tea with a smile anymore

You didn’t do your little dance when you walked over to him

You didn’t even sing or hum when you helped him with the dishes

You were sighing dramatically

You didn’t really mean to (or did you)

He finally asked, “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Took him long enough

“Classes start back up tomorrow”

Then it clicked

You wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with him anymore now that you had to go back to your classes

“Aw babe, you’ll be alright! We’ll still see each other!”

You just sighed again

He took your face in his hands

“How about we make tonight very special, huh? Get you ready to go back?”

You knew what that meant

No, not ‘Netflix and Chill’

Disney movies and sex

Raphael

Raphael caught on really fast

Was his honey not acting like themself?

That certainly wouldn’t do

Big guy didn’t even need to ask you what was wrong, that wouldn’t change how you felt

No, he was already coming up with solutions in his head to make you feel better

“Hun! C’mere!”

He was already in the process of setting up- a pillow fort?

“What’s this?”

“A castle for my Queen! Come on in!”

You were a little nervous about the lit candle around all of the fabric pillows and blankets

You had to admit, it did smell nice

It was your favorite candle

You pointed to a bag of marshmallows with a frown

He held up two metal skewers with a grin

You caught his hint

Was the goal to catch everything on fire in the name of fun?

Did he not realize how dangerous a candle was just a food away from a dangling cloth?

You gave in and began to burn marshmallows with him, forgetting all about your worries, at least for the moment

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the burnt mallows tasted like wax

Donatello

You typically liked to bug the resident scientist/tech guy at all times of day for attention

When he finally checked the time, he realized it had been hours since you came to see him

That got his heart racing

What was wrong? Who died? Did you die? Did you really need him?

He found you in a pile of blankets in the corner of your bedroom, sniffling

“Angel, what’s going on?”

You explained to him that you weren’t too excited to go back to your classes

“But it will be so good for you! You can learn things that you can teach me!”

You knew that wasn’t true, there wasn’t much that you could teach him that he didn’t already know, but it did make you smile

He grinned at you

“Do you want to practice?”

“Practice what?”

“Going to school! Come on, I’ll be your professor and you’ll be my star pupil”

This is going exactly where you think

He quickly set up a makeshift teacher’s desk- on your bed

He made you present a ‘project’ to him

The project certainly was not satisfactory, according to him

“Do you know what I do with students that present unsatisfactory work?”

School was now the last thing on your mind

Michelangelo

“Come on, Angelcakes, you almost got it!”

You had gotten second place for the tenth time that day in Mario Kart

Your anxiety was overflowing

If you couldn’t even win at Mario Kart, how would you succeed in school?

Look, your thoughts weren’t all there, it made sense in your mind

You sucked

You started crying

Mikey began to freak out

Waving his arms in the air

“Shit- uh, chocolate! You need chocolate!”

The chocolate didn’t help, but the effort made you smile

He hugged you close, stroking your hair

“Angelcakes, baby, babe, princess, what’s wrong?”

Even Mikey could tell it wasn’t just from you losing at Mario Kart

It had never bothered you before, to his knowledge

You finally told him that you were nervous about going back to your classes tomorrow

If you couldn’t succeed in Mario Kart, how could you possibly succeed in that?

“Would it help if you sat in my lap?”

Yeah, you didn’t end up finishing that race

[woosansang]

Top 5 favorite Ateez choreos :) hope you feel better soon

thank u dear anon <3 omg such a hard question though.... in no particular order:

1. pirate king. amazing tutting, canons, shape changes. mwah mwah fantastic dancing and on top of that, they did like half the choreography themselves <3

2. thanxx. SO MUCH FUN. AS A DANCER THIS IS A REALLY HARD DANCE TO LEARN BUT SO PLAYFUL AND ENJOYABLE TO DO ON STAGE <3

3. utopia. such an underrated performance. god just thinking about their improv canon in the last part of the song ughhhhhh soooo gooood <3

4. wonderland. fucking FIERCE and POWERFUL and also yknow. HOT <3

5. deja vu. i dont really need to explain this im sure.

honourable mentions: answer and inception

ask me my top 5 anything!

[bisexualsforprompto]

Maribat Open Collaboration

I got inspired by @the-fair-maiden-of-fandom’s Open collab so im doing one of my own!

Anyone can add! If you do will you please tag me as well?

I can’t wait to see what y’all come up with!

The rain danced across the rooftops slowly, but steadily, and its soft tapping was interrupted only by two sets of footsteps running across the roof.

“I hate you Ladybug!” Robin yelled to the girl behind him.

“Likewise!” Ladybug scoffed, “That stunt you pulled could’ve gotten everyone killed!”

“Are you kidding me?! Your lucky charm- an actual useless chess piece- was the problem! By the way, this was my crime scene! You had no business being there!” Robin clenched his fists as he walked towards her.

Ladybug rolled her eyes, “Oh your crime scene! That’s rich! I didn’t realize your dumb ass was still in kindergarten and hasn’t learned how to share! Oh! And last I checked: we’re a team!”

Robin’s eye twitched and Ladybug could practically see the smoke coming from his ears, “That’s it! You know what Ladybug?! You’re useless. TT. Useless! You’d be nowhere without your magic!”

“Oh really?!” Ladybug challenged, “I could beat you without magic even blindfolded!”

“TT. Not likely. Your suit is the only thing protecting you! You’re pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic?! Really? Let’s talk about the fact that you go outside every night in that outfit!”

“Insulting my outfit? Now who’s the kindergartener?”

“You know what little bird? Let’s go, you and me right now! I’ll shut you up for good!”

“That’s enough!” Starfire exclaimed, placing herself between them. “Go back to the Tower, now.”

“But-“

“No!” Kor’i yelled, “I’m tired of hearing your bickering nonsense! Go back to the Tower and go to sleep, tomorrow we’re going to have a team meeting.”

Ladybug stalked off and just as Starfire was about to follow her Robin came up behind her.

“We don’t even know her identity.” He hissed, “I can't believe you’re letting her work as a Titan.”

“She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” Starfire said calmly before flying back to the Tower. Robin tutted before using his grappling hook and following her home.

-~-~-~-

Damian groaned in his seat as he prepared for another lecture about something he already knew.

“Hey Dove.” Marinette said solemnly.

“Beloved.” Damian smiled slightly pressing a kiss to her cheek, and noticing her crestfallen expression, “What’s wrong?”

“Well there’s this guy I work with and he’s impossible!” Marinette cried, “I tried to be nice at first, honestly, but he’s just so aggravating!” Marinette hid her face in her hands out of sheer anger.

“What has he done Beloved?” Damian gritted his teeth, he couldn’t help getting angry on his girlfriend’s behalf.

“Well for one, yesterday he called me pathetic.” Marinette sighed dejectedly.

“Who is he?!” Damian demanded, “That is unacceptable! You are the most beautiful, brilliant, and amazing person I know! Anyone who calls you pathetic is a moron!”

“Thanks Dami.” Marinette said, cracking a small smile.

“Of course Beloved, and let me know if he causes you anymore problems. I will end him.” Damian huffed.

“I don’t think that’d go over well with my boss.” Marinette laughed.

“I bet I can take your boss too.” Damian said.

“I don’t know Dami.” Marinette giggled, “She's a very scary lady.”

Damian scoffed, “Nobody is scary enough to keep me from helping my Beloved.”

He dug around in his backpack, searching for the necklace he’d bought her.

“I was going to save this for your birthday coming up, but I’m not all that patient.” Damian said opening the wooden box to reveal a silver chain necklace with a small diamond encrusted heart at the bottom.

“You’re so sweet Dami, but this is too much.” Marinette blushed.

“I love you, nothing is too much.” She smiled and admired the jewelry while resting her head on his shoulder as class began.

“Likewise.”

[notsosmexy]

Heavens Love || Reggie x reader

Chapter four of ‘Heavens Love’ 

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You walked up to your locker and put your code in. Once you had all your books, someone tapped your shoulder, making you turn around quickly. To your surprise, it was Carrie. She pointed at something not too far away and left. You arched your brow but looked at where she had pointed. 

It was Julie, singing in the middle of the hallway, doing some amazing dance. You wanted to stop her, so she didn't embarrass herself. But you couldn't move. You could tell she didn't mind, or she didn't notice. Either way, you stared at her like everyone else. Her eyes were closed and she had a huge smile on her face.  

You leaned on your locker with a smirk, when she came to get her books. She gave a small smile and took her headphones out. A boy who you had seen once or twice, tapped her shoulder.  

'Are you done?' visible confusion could be seen on her face. You suppressed a laugh. ' Can I have those back?' he pointed towards Julie's back pocket. 

'Oh..' she grabbed them and gave them to the guy. She turned on her heels and faced her locker once again. You and Julie were both laughing and you could hear Flynn running up to you both. 

'Omg Julie!' she smiled. 

'Whats up?'

'Nothing, glad to see you back to your…weirdo self' You laughed

Julie rolled her shoulders and gave a small chuckle 'Thanks?'

Flynn playfully rolled her eyes 'So, how's the band? Still hot? Still talented? Still..dead?' 

You put your head in your hands. 'Flynn..' you couldn't help but laugh a little. 'They can't be… undead'

Flynn shrugged her shoulders 'We're undead' you blinked once or twice. What goes on in this kids brain? Is all you could think.

Julie looked between both you and Flynn. 'Anywayssss, Luke and I spent all weekend writing songs… wanna hear some of them?' 

'Duh!' you and Flynn both said. Julie nodded her head and you both walked towards the music room. On your way there you saw Carrie form the corner of your eye. You gave a small wave but she didn't seem to notice, instead she was looking at something or someone in front of you. You stopped in your tracks and followed her gaze. Your eyes went big once you realized who she was looking at.

'Could be nothing' you tried to reassure yourself. You ran to the music room, to make sure you didn't miss any of Julie's music playing. 

'So this is-' 

'I'M HERE!' You shouted while panting a bit. You weren't the greatest at running you had it admit. Flynn smiled and Julie cleared her throat. 

'Right, here's the first song them and I wrote.' she sat down at the piano. 'Here's some of the chorus' she started playing and you smiled. It was amazing and had a fun beat to it. 

'Wow! I like it! Def Gaga vibes' Flynn stated. You nodded your head to show you agreed. Julie smiled. 

'Now um...here's something me and my mom were working on' Your smile faltered a little. She started playing once again and once again, you love it. You could tell Julie worked hard to get it right. 

'thats- that's beautiful' You and Flynn said at the same time. 

'Now,' Flynn smirked at Julie, changing the subject. 'You have a crush. And this name is Luke.'

'And he's a ghost!' you finished her sentence and Flynn pointed towards you. Julie's mouth fell agape.

'What? No! Luke's a ghost.' she stated, but you knew Flynn wasn't having any of it.  

'A cute ghost.' Flynn stated.

Julie scrunched her nose up. 'with a perfect smile.' she finally gave in.

'Ha! We knew it's you said to Julie while Flynn high fives you but missed. You rubbed your shoulder where she accidentally hit you and she gave a quite sorry. 

Flynn looked back at Julie, you doing the same. 'Just don't get hurt'

'Obviously you guys have a connection' you added. 

'Everyone’s been talking about when you're going to play again' Flynn put her hand on her hip and took out her phone. 

'Lucky for youuu…' You waited for Flynn to finish.

'Your marketing team has been way ahead of it.' Flynn smirked and gave a small flick of her hair.  

'I… I don't have a marketing team.' Julie gave you both a confused look. 

'Yes you do!' you pulled out a flyer from your backpack and Flynn did some jazz hands.

'No wait-' 

'it's all over the school!' before Julie could protest again Flynn's phone buzzed. 'Sorry, it already has 66 likes' you. Shook your head with a smile.  You and Flynn walked don't, leaving Julie behind. You could hear her telling you guys to wait and you both just laughed. 

As you all walked down the hallway to get to your class, you once again saw Carrie. She didn't seem to care that you were walking past. She was busy on her phone, like always, but you could tell something was different. 

'Guys, go without me, I gotta do something.' Both girls looked at you but nodded their heads. You waved goodbye and turned around to go see Carrie. She was walking towards the bathroom and you knew this was  going to be so awkward.

You walked into the light pink washroom and stood in front of a mirror. You waited a couple of seconds and soon enough Carrie walked out. She gave you a small glare, but it seemed fake. 

'Carrie, you don't need to pretend it's just me and you. Nobody else.'

She licked her lips and thought for a moment. She sighed and nodded her head. 

‘Hi Y/N’ she mumbled and turned to look at herself in the mirror. 

You nodded your head slightly and looked around. ‘So, I uh, I saw you staring at-’

‘Don’t’ Carrie quickly interrupted. ‘Its nothing. I don’t- i don’t like her’ She looked like she was going to cry. ‘Even if I-i did, she’d n-never like me’ 

You gave her a sad look and opened her arms. She practically ran into them, her arms around your neck. She smelt good, like honey and sugar. Her cold wet tears were hitting the cloth on your shoulder. Every single one slowly crept through the fabric, making your shoulder wet. After a while she let go and stepped back. She gave you a small smile and rubbed her eyes.

‘Sorry’ She sniffed. You shook your head and gave her a small toothy grin.

‘Don’t be… i’m sure she likes you to’ To be honest you had no idea if Flynn did. She’s never been one to talk about who she likes. She’d never even spread Carrie a glance after… the thing happened. 

‘Maybe…’ Before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang. You both walked out of the bathroom and went  your separate ways. The whole time you were walking to your class, you couldn’t stop thinking about...everything. There was Luke and Julie, Willy and Alex, Flynn and Carrie and You and Reggie. Too many people were falling in love.

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‘I wasn't in love with the idea at first as well, but it'll be a great way to up our following.’ Julie was watering the plants, while you, Luke and Reggie stood around the piano. Reggie gently put the paper down and nodded his head a bit.

‘Ya, ya! We can play wherever we can and whenever we can’ Reggie stated and a smile had grown on his face. 

‘And then, you guys put out a new album!’ You said happily and Reggie snapped his fingers and pointed at Julie. 

‘Than release a country album’ You shook your head. ‘That does surprisingly well’ He turned towards you but you keep shaking your head. Julie gave Reggie a look and Luke looked a little disgusted. ‘I shred on the banjo so...’ Reggie shrugged his shoulders and acted like it was no big deal.

‘Then i'll  learn how to play the fiddle,’ You said jokingly and Reggie gave you a side hug. 

‘And before you know it, we're being inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame.’ Luke gazed into the distance. He snapped out of it once Reggie started talking. 

‘But one of us isn't there’ you stared at him, half confused, half emmussed. ‘ Because we had a blowout in 2032. My moneys on Alex, he's just to sensitive.’ he shrugged his shoulders and you laughed quietly. 

‘Let’s get rehearsing!’ Luke pushed himself off the piano and spun on his heels. You turned around but remembered Alex wasn't there. Julie must have read your mind cause the next thing she said was exactly what you were going to say.

‘Wheres Alex?’

‘We can start without him.. He’ll be back soon’ Luke reassured you all. You leaned against something and watched them all get ready. Reggie gave you a wink and they all started playing. You blushed and looked at the ground for a few seconds. 

Once you lifted your head again, you heard a poof and Alex was suddenly through the door.

‘Hey Y/N’ you smiled and gave him a wave. 

‘Dude, where have you been?’ Luke stopped playing and let his guitar dangle. ‘We need to practice.’

‘Oh, really?’ Alex looked at Julie, his eyebrows scrunched together. ‘For what?’ 

Before anyone could answer, the door opened only to reveal Flynn. She was wearing her vibrant pink beanie, her lock necklace and the jean jacket you gave to her last year.

‘Dance news!’ she practically screamed while doing some weird pose. ‘I don't have a date but, I'm so psyched to see you guys perform!’ 

‘Oh man! We're playing a dance?’ Alex whined and looked at the guys. 

‘Course, man’ Luke sat on a red chair. ‘That's how we get a following nowadays’

‘Ya, get with the program Alex’ Julie mocked and Luke playfully scoffed. Flynn looked at you and Julie.  

‘What? They guys are here?’ she tutted and flipped her hair casually.’Hey guys!’ she waved in the opposite direction.

‘Other way, sweetie’ you said, giving her a taunting smirk. Oh was all she said and turned to wave at them. All  of them waved back, not that she could tell.

‘OK, well, now that Alex has graced us with his presence-’ you cut Luke off.

‘You should start practicing!’ You threw your hands in the air and Julie looked amused. ‘Wanna stick around?’ You turned around and asked Flynn. 

‘Im supposed to blow up 500 balloons for the school dance..’ she sighed but smiled. ‘This sounds way more fun though’ you all laughed. 

‘Hey Julie!’ Carlos walked into the studio and you heard Luke sigh. ‘Remember those orbs in dad's pictures? I...I think their ghosts.’ You turned to the boys with wide eyes, them doing the same to you. 

‘But don't worry!’ He slammed the pictures onto the piano. ‘ This room is...is’ he did a whole 360. ‘This room is clean. I'm not getting the ghost tinglies’ He whispered the last part like it was a secret. 

‘Wrong again little dude’ You all gave Reggie an amused look. Suddenly Carlos started yelling. 

‘Have no fear! If they come back I will protect you! Because I am the man of this house!’ Carlos stated, looking proud of himself.

‘Isn't dad the man of the house?’ Julie asked. 

‘There can be two’ they both chuckled. ‘Dad needs all the help he can get right? Now, according to the internet, salt burns their souls out.’ Everyone turned towards each other with panic written all over their faces. ‘A little sprinkle will keep them from ever coming here’ He threw it everywhere and some landed on Alex.

‘No! Oh! Oh god im…’ he looked at his hands. ‘Im fine. I'm totally fine.’ he raised his head with a proud smile. 

‘Oh! Carlos you know who's hungry? Me and...Y/N. Why don't you salt us a path to the kitchen’ You gave Flynn a look and shook your head. 

‘No, I need to-’ before you could continue, Carlos took your arm and started dragging you along, while salting a path. 

‘Don't worry Y/N you won't miss much!’ Your boyfrie- Reggie yelled behind you.

@tclerateit @sarcasticallywitty15 @killingbxys @calltothewild @well-hes-just-too-cute​ 

[starlightkenobi]

*character* is hesitant to take relationship to next level (smut hehe) because they are significantly older than reader and feel as though they would take advantage but reader finally convinces *character*

I LOVE THIS !!!! i hope you dont mind that i did this with obi wan but this just sounds like such a situation he would get himself in hhhh 🥺 hes our little jedi baby, but im so excited to do this oh my gosh, i hope you enjoy !!!!

Patience // Obi Wan x Reader Smut

rating: explicit

warnings: age gap - but reader is 18+ and gives EXPLICIT consent, just to clarify - this is not underage !!!, also i kinda let my size kink run wild oops, dom Obi Wan, it gets a little rough at the end, light choking

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“Obi Wan, I am not a child anymore!” You huffed petulantly, like a child.

“Darling, I know. I just…I’m so much older-” 

“Obi Wan, I swear to the force, if you say that you are ‘so much older than me’ one more time I will kick your ass.” You mocked his posh accent while chastising him. He laughed at this, always admiring your spunk and attitude. “The age gap isn’t even that big anyway…” You mumbled. This was of course, a lie, as he was significantly older than you.

“Love, I understand that you think you want this now, but what if that changes? I wouldn’t want to be in a position where I could be taking advantage of you.” He gave a soft smile, stroking your cheek lovingly. You knew that he was only doing this because he loved you deeply. He just needed a little push to show that you really wanted this.

Your hands brushed up and down his robes lightly, feeling the expanse of his broad chest. “Love…what is it that you’re doing?” 

A small smirk appeared on your face. “Nothing…” Your hands quickly moved to your own clothes, letting the outer robe fall to the floor. Obi Wan shot you a warning gaze, as if pleading with you not to continue so that he could keep his composure. However, you just flashed a devilish look back at him. 

Slowly, you began to strip off your jedi robes, undoing each layer while dragging your hands up and down your body as to tease him. During this little show, Obi Wan started to let out deep, shaky breathes. You chuckled at this. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Master Kenobi?”

Another shaky breath escaped his lips, which were red from biting them. “N-no.” He stated firmly. He had composure, and he wasn’t going to budge on this matter, no matter how appealing you looked. Even as you removed your undershirt, letting him get a better view at your breasts, he vowed not to let his composure falter. He was a jedi for force sakes, having control was part of the job description.

“Oh really? Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I did…this.” On the last word, you reached around to unclip your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders and to the ground. Obi Wan almost moaned when he saw your body. Almost.

“You sure you aren’t getting uncomfortable Master Kenobi?” You ran your hands up and down your breasts slowly, teasing your nipples and letting out soft moans for him.

“Uh huh.” The jedi had been rendered almost speechless.

“Then…what’s that?” You motioned to the bulge that was forming in his trousers. He quickly moved to cover it, but you took his large hand in your own and brought it to your breast. He sighed as he felt your soft skin under his even softer touch. His hands were calloused and rough, yet he was so gentle. Slowly, you raised yourself up to his ear and whispered to him.

“Stop denying yourself and just take what you want.”

Obi Wan threw all of his composure out of the window.

Both of you practically pounced on each other, all of the sexual tension that had been brewing for months was finally coming to a head. You two passionately collided, lips moving together in a synchronized dance. His lips felt warm and soft against yours, stirring a fire deep within your belly. Suddenly, Obi Wan pulled away and met your gaze while you two panted.

“Love, are you sure that you want this? Because once we take this step, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to hold back. Your breathing slowed, finally evening out as your eyes glazed over with what Obi Wan could only assume was pure lust. 

“Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.”

Obi Wan’s jaw dropped slightly. He felt his heart hammering in his chest when he realized that this was finally going to happen, and that you really, really wanted it. Knowing this, he forcefully brought his lips to yours again. It wasn’t enough pressure to cause you any pain, but it was just enough to make you whine into his mouth. Your hands quickly found Obi Wan’s shoulders and you grasped them tightly, wanting to have something to keep you standing when your legs felt incredibly shaky.

Breaking the kiss again, Obi Wan moved to quickly free himself of his jedi robes. He wasn’t slow or teasing like you had been. He moved with the ferocity of a man starved, and you being a meal in front of him. When his chest was finally exposed to you, you gasped. Seeing his broad shoulders and the small tufts of well groomed chest hair drove you absolutely wild. 

His eyes shot up to yours, almost growling when he said, “Get on the bed, darling.” Without hesitation, you quickly got on the bed on the other side of the room, with Obi Wan following closely behind you. You two collapsed on the bed together, limbs tangling and hips joining, muffled moans falling from both of your lips as you continued to kiss passionately. You lifted up your hips even more, trying desperately to get some much needed friction. But much to your dismay, Obi Wan’s hands quickly found your hips and pushed them down into the bed, preventing you from grinding into him. You whined as he pulled away from your lips.

“Patience, young one. I’ll give you what you need.” He leaned away from you, slowly pulling your underwear down and off your legs. “Maybe that’s what you need…a lesson in patience.” That was all you heard before he disappeared between your legs.

He lifted up one leg, planting soft kisses and little bites down your thigh. You gasped, feeling him mark your thigh, so close to where you wanted him the most. You moaned trying to lift your hips up to get friction again. He tutted, pulling his mouth away from you entirely. “Like I said, little one.” He grabbed your hips and pressed them down into the mattress again. This time, more firmly and while glaring down at you. “Patience.” All of a sudden, he brought one of his hands down to where you craved him, and stroked lightly along your slit. 

“F-fuck…” You moaned, as you were finally getting touched by his skilled hands. He splayed his other hand across your pelvis, covering it almost entirely. Seeing his large hand press down on you, preventing you from moving your hips toward him, it stirred something deep within your core. Fine. If he wasn’t going to let you take what you want, you would have to resort to begging him.

“Obi Wan…please. I w-want you to-”

“Little one…if I have to tell you one more time to be patient, I’m not so sure you’ll be too fond of the consequences.” He snarled, looking like a beast staring down at his prey. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t have you dripping. Suddenly, all of his touch stopped, and he released the pressure on your hips. You whined loudly, but didn’t protest in fear of his response.

“Love…before we continue, I want to make sure that this is okay.” You gave him a confused look. “I mean to say…me taking control. I just don’t want to get too rough with you.” You chuckled.

“Obi Wan, I want you to be rough with me.” His snarl was back, and with that, the pressure on your hips and the touch on your core.

“Good girl. Now let’s see if you can be patient for me.” You were. It was difficult, but you lay back through all of his teasing, only letting moans escape your lips at his light touches and kisses.

After what seemed like ages, he relented the torture. “Good. You’ve been so good for me. I think my little one deserves a reward for all your patience.” With absolutely no warning, he disappeared between your legs, devouring you. Loud moans escaped your lips as you writhed beneath his mouth, which was doing wonders for you. His tongue, expertly dipping beneath your folds and around your clit. If heaven existed, you’ve found it.

“Oh, gods Obi Wan!” His searing touch slid up your thighs as he continued to give you the pleasure you craved. His beard burned your thighs, but it felt so good.

“Aww…is my little one going to cum already?” He removed his mouth from you, but replaced it with two of his fingers, already pumping inside you. Even though you would soon learn that this would be nothing compared to his cock, you already felt so full. His fingers matched his large hands, and he had you writhing on them instantly. You looked up at him, as if asking permission.

“Yes, love. You can cum.” His mouth immediately went back to your clit, swirling around it with his tongue. You felt yourself squeezing down on his fingers, so close to finally having your release that you so desperately craved.

His fingers curled upwards, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Cum.” You swear you saw the galaxy behind your eyelids as the coil inside you finally snapped. He coached you through it, steadily pumping his fingers inside of you and sucking lightly on your clit until the last wave of your orgasm pulsed through you. You gasped as he removed his tongue and fingers from you, bringing them up to your mouth, which was still hanging open from the mind blowing pleasure you had just experienced.

“Do you want a taste, little one?” You nodded frantically, your mouth now eagerly awaiting his fingers. He slid them past your lips, letting you suck your juices from them before shoving them deeper down you throat. You gagged slightly, but you were determined to show off how deep you could take his fingers.

“Good girl.” He took his fingers out of your throat, a string of spit connecting them. You were panting and drooling, he had made you nothing but a mess underneath him. “Your mouth takes me so well, I’ll have to remember that for the future.” You sighed at his promise, imagining you choking on his cock. But right now, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. As much as he chastised you for being impatient, he was just as impatient as you were right now. He needed to be inside of you.

“Do you think you’re ready to take all of me?” You smiled at the notion, nodding your head. “Use your words, little one. I want to hear you say it.” You could have sworn he almost growled, but it was low in his throat and too hard for you to hear.

“I want to feel you, Obi Wan. Inside of me.” He chuckled, his voice lower than normal. His eyes appeared dark as he freed his erection from his underwear.

“Good girl.” He lifted up your hips, slowly pressing inside of you. You moaned, gripping the sheets as you felt him fill you up.

“Obi Wan, please-ah!” You let out a surprised moan as he lightly slapped your thigh.

“Do I need to reiterate that this is a lesson in patience? Little one, and here I thought you were learning.” You moaned as his length continued to slowly slide into your heat. Even as he tried to keep his cool, you could see him falter and let out shaky breaths and gasps.

“Gods...you feel so good.” Finally, he was all the way inside you. But to your dismay, he was only giving you slow, gentle thrusts.

“Obi...fuck, p-please fuck me. H-hard.” You tried to speak in between moans. He met your eyes, kissing your lips softly. 

“Love...are you sure?” He let out soft grunts as he slowly slid in and out of you.

“I want you, Obi. All of you.” The wild animal was back. Seeing you beneath him, practically begging him to fuck you hard, it clicked with something in him, and he completely snapped.

“Then I’ll give you what you want, little one.” Suddenly, he was fucking into you with ravenous speed. He craved you, he craved this, and lucky for him, you craved it too.

“Hnnng! O-Obi!” You moaned loudly, feeling him roughly fuck into you. He slid his hands up and down your chest, squeezing your breasts possessively. He was taking you apart and putting you back together with every thrust, making you fall completely apart for him.

“That’s my girl. So good for me.” He continued to pump in and out of you, gripping your hips so tightly that there would most likely be dark bruises there tomorrow. You were babbling, laid out completely bare beneath him. You wanted to touch him everywhere, but you settled for grabbing onto his biceps, your nails unintentionally digging into him.

Obi Wan’s grunts were turning into moans as he pounded inside of you. He was getting close, you could feel it. As were you. You just needed that final push to send you over the edge. His hands were now rubbing up your entire chest, sliding over your neck tentatively. You moaned wantonly when he accidentally applied a little bit of pressure to your neck. His eyes widened, and he stared at you in mild disbelief as he continued to thrust into you. As if to test his theory, he wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed gently. You moaned even louder this time, your eyes glazing over and beginning to fill with tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Shhh, shhh. Darling, I’ve got you.” He quickly removed his hand from your throat to wipe the tears from your eyes. “I’m so c-close love.” He somehow fucked into you even harder, making you almost scream in pleasure.

“Cum for me, little one.” White hot pleasure soared through your veins and you felt it in every inch of your body as you arched your back. Your nails clawed into his chest, and your brain felt foggy, almost as if you were floating.

“That’s it, there you go.” Obi Wan chanted as he fucked you through your second orgasm. Tears began to fall down your cheeks as he feverishly fucked into you.

He pulled out, crawling his way up your chest and to your mouth, where you leaned up and eagerly took him. He moaned as you sucked the head of his cock, waiting for him to spill his release inside your mouth. He stroked himself fast, chasing the release he had been working towards.

He cursed, spilling into you. You felt his seed hit your tongue and smiled around his cock, swallowing every drop. With a shaky breath, Obi Wan practically collapsed next to you. You turned to him, a wide grin on your face.

“Well...you look pleased with yourself.” He chuckled, his smile matching your own. You brought your hand up to his cheek, stroking it lovingly. He took your hand in his and your lips collided.

“You mean more to me than every star in the sky.” You giggled, but you knew this was true. He was breaking the code, he was putting his job, his livelihood at risk, and it was all for you.

“And you mean more to me than the entire galaxy.”

[thousandsunnywrites]

Asked by anonymous

Can you please do some fluffy domestic headcanons for Tashigi and Baby 5?

Hope you enjoy my dear! I had fun <3. especially with tashigi’s lmfao

modern!Baby 5/ Tashigi x m!reader

Baby 5/ Tashigi living that domestic life

Baby 5

It’s movie night and that means the main course is Baby’s famous lasagna-mac-and-cheese-hybrid-casserole, which takes about 5 long hours to complete. The routine consists of her giving you a really long list of ingredients and her waiting for you to come home with them, only to find out that she forgot to list some things, and then you go back to retrieve the missing item.

Baby backs you against the island, “Ooh I should be running.” Raising your eyebrow, you hoist her up the island by her ass. “Ooh you know I love it,” breaths mingling, noses touching, hands roaming up her thighs. Before any actions ensue, the timer goes off. A playful tut leaves your lips as Baby hops down from the counter to extract the dish from the oven.

Holding the box of elbow macaroni in one hand, you release a big huff of air, breathless from all the constant running to-and-from the car. Baby wipes the beads of sweat forming on your forehead, taking the box gratefully with her free hand. “Thank you my loves,” she turns on her heels and begins the process.

“Salt,” she suspends her hand in the air, waiting for the seasoning. “Salt,” you repeat as your eyes scan the counter filled with the ingredients for tonight’s dish; once spotted, you grab the shaker of salt, placing it on Baby’s palm.

“Pepper.” The same process repeats. “Pepper,” you restate, before handing the pepper.

“A kiss,” a smile dancing on her lips as you hover over her petite figure to meet lips. “Kiss.”

She lays the lid on the pot and lets it cook for another minute to proceed on draining all the pasta. You stroll over and hook your phone to the speaker while casually asking for any song requests, to which she responds with Senorita. Searching through the multiple records on Spotify, you press play. As you saunter near a busy Baby, you snatch a flower from the neighboring vase, placing it in her raven locks and wrapping your arms around her waist, swaying side-to-side. A bright blush creeps up her neck as her hands diligently compose the hybrid together.

“I love it when you call me Senorita,” she sings along, “I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya~” Baby faces you, snaking her arms around your neck, her hips grinding against yours to the rhythm of the song. “But every touch is ooh-la-la-la,” harmonizing towards the end, “It's true la-la-la.

Baby backs you against the island, “Ooh I should be running.” Raising your eyebrow, you hoist her up the island by her ass. “Ooh you know I love it,” breaths mingling, noses touching, hands roaming up her thighs. Before any actions ensue, the timer goes off. A playful tut leaves your lips as Baby hops down from the counter to extract the dish from the oven.

“Ready for movie night?”

Tashigi

“Turn right! RIGHT! Y/N! RIGHT” Tashigi jolts forward and holds the steering wheel firmly for you while you force the steering wheel left. “IM TRYING TO,” you scream as your heart beat faster than Eminem spitting fire. “THE OTHER WAY, GO THE OTHER WAY,” Tashigi screeches as the car zooms past the blurry buildings. Fearing for her life, she completely takes over the wheel, directing it left or right down the highway. It was bad enough that the brakes of the car broke out of nowhere; it was even worse that an amateur driver, like yourself, was behind the wheel of Tashigi’s only car. You see, despite being an old lad, you never learned the joys of driving, and today was the day Tashigi vowed to teach you. Biggest mistake of her life.

“BuSH BUSH B U SH SHIGI LOOK OUT FOR THE BUSH--”

“I CAN SEE THAT, CALM D O W N,” she tactfully avoids the fauna and shifts the car back on the lane. Her eyes rapidly shift from the road to the increasing speed.

65 mph.

80 mph.

90 mph.

You were definitely gonna kill her.

The first thought that crosses your mind is that y’all are gonna die like this, until a brilliant lightbulb, although delayed, lit up. “Shigi, brace yourself,” and before she can prepare for the unknown, your foot slams hard on the break, causing the car to screech and abruptly stop. Good thing she wore a seatbelt, that sudden action blew up the airbag and almost broke her neck. Luckily, the car stopped.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” she reaches over to the airbag that consumed you, worry written all over her features. “Oh no! Are you dead?” was the last thing she said before she was interrupted with a loud laugh from the bag. “Sho ‘ool,” your words slur together as she pries you from your predicament. You stepped out of the vehicle to dust yourself off. “Now THAT was fun!” Animated tears streamed from Tashigi’s poor pale face, “No it wasn’t.”

She brought her baby to the mechanics the following day, in hopes of finding out what’s wrong with her car. To her surprise, the car was in perfect condition, no faulty mechanics, which left Tashigi wondering what went wrong.

The next time she takes you out to drive, she wears a helmet and knee pads. “Wow you seem scared,” enthusiastically, you grip the wheel and lower your foot on the gas pedal. “Safety first!” Tashigi awkwardly laughed, trying her hardest to not offend you. The car picks up speed, and won’t stop, just like Tashigi’s rising heart rate. “Y/n, sweetie, why is the car rapidlY PICKING UP SPEED,” the urgency in her voice increases as she glances at the speedometer. 59 mph! That was too fast for the first few minutes of driving. “Break! Break!” She calls out as your hands twist with the defiant wheel. The car starts zooming, forcing Tashigi to relive her nightmare from before. “Y/N YOU KNOW HOW TO BREAKRIGHT?” the words spewing from her mouth like a rap song, until she remembers her helmet. “Duh,” you responded casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Really?” her eyes wide as her hands fondle the safety snap of her helmet, “which pedal is your foot on?”

“The right,” nonchalantly countered. You can hear Tashigi mentally facepalm. “Move your foot to the left,” she says with more ease, thanks to her helmet. You do as your told, and the car stops. Thankfully.

“Did I scare you?” a light lilt coated your words, making it seem like it was insincere. She nodded. “And I thought the car had problems,” her shoulders relax as she exhales a pent up breath while you laugh at her. “You’re so cute when you panic for your life,” you planted a soft kiss on her nose as she pouts in disbelief. “You drive now.”

She switches places with you and drives back home in a safe manner. Maybe there was a reason why you never drove.

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Roguish Women Part 10

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 9: Kate and Tommy meet Alfie Solomons. 

           Kate did her best to support Tommy on their walk to the Yard. The sky was clouded so there wasn’t much light to go on. They were slow-moving with Kate trying to keep him upright and to make sure he didn’t fall or misstep on the uneven streets.

When they made it, Tommy opened the gate and staggered through the entrance. “Curly!” He called hoarsely. “Get that stuff for when their legs go lame.”

“Tommy?” Charlie looked aghast at the sight of his nephew. “They said you’d be in for another three weeks.” He pulled up a chair.

“I need to get on a boat to London, now.”

Kate frowned. “Tommy, you didn’t say anything about London. You need medical attention!”

“The lass is right, Tom, you’re burning up.” Charlie agreed.

Tommy just shook his head, the motion throwing him a bit off balance. “I need to sleep in the open air. Do you have a boat here?”

Kate ran a hand through her uncombed hair. She glanced behind her to where the gate was ajar. She could just go back home, get under the covers, leave Tommy to his own work. If he wanted to be a lunatic, he could do it on his own. But abandoning him didn’t feel right.

Coughing from Tommy brought her back to the conversation. “If I sleep all the way, it’s Camden Town we’re headed for.”

Kate helped him stand up. “Why are we going there?”

But he wasn’t ready to explain anything quite yet. “Tell Polly she’s in charge while I’m away. If I don’t come back, tell her she’s in charge for good.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

It stunk of canvas and cigars under the covered boat. But Kate knew she had to watch Tommy. He slept for a good deal of the trip, only stirring every so often when the boat rocked.

In the faint candlelight, she could finally take in his injuries. Nearly his entire face was swollen from the beating he’d taken. The way he slept too made it evident that he was sporting at least a few broken ribs.

Kate didn’t have much of a nurturing background but she felt she could at least get Tommy to last the few days it would take to get to London. She kept a cold cloth on his face to try and help his fever. Every few hours she tried to get him to wake for a drink of water. He was mostly incoherent until they were two days in.

He began to sit up for longer periods of time and could hold a better conversation with Kate. More than just mumbles and groans of pain.

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“Here.” Kate handed him his cigarettes. “Halfway there, ‘least that’s what Curly says.”

“Thank you.” He replied quietly.

“So, can I finally know why I’m on a boat headed for London?” She sat down near him.

Tommy struck up a match and took a few puffs of his cigarette before answering. “Alfie Solomons.”

Kate recalled the Shelby boys telling her that name a long time ago. “He’s a bookie.” She remembered.

He nodded. “Ready to do business with him.”

“And why do you need me to come along?” None of it made much sense to her.

“He’s not just a bookie. He makes rum as well, so I’ve heard. And you know a bit more about the American market. Things he might be interested in knowing.”

“So, you want me to help you help him smuggle rum into the states?” She connected the dots. “And this couldn’t wait until you were healed?”

Tommy shook his head. “I’ve got men after me. After our trip to London, we’ve stirred the pot.”

Kate just sighed and shook her head with a smile. “I had a feeling you would. But I’m not one to tell you, ‘I told you so’.”

“That’s why I like you.” He paused to take a couple more drags of his cigarette. “So, you’ll help me?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” She stood up, or at least as most as she could inside the boat, and grabbed a cloth. “Will you let me clean your cuts?”

“Best they don’t get infected.” Tommy lowered his cigarette and let her start to dab at the cuts on his face. “Fever’s going down so is the swelling in your eye.” She observed. “It’s full of blood though.” It was unsettling to see blood pooling around the striking color of his blue iris. “You just need to be careful.” She checked the cut on his cheek. “This is the deepest one.” She remarked.

“Will it scar?”

“Most likely. It might fade over time if you leave it alone.” Kate had her experience with scars over the years. Most of them she hid cleverly with clothes or makeup. But bare in front of the mirror, she looked like she’d been to war. She went back over to wash the blood from the cloth. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” Tommy grunted as he laid back down. “Not yet.”

“Get some sleep then.”

~~~~~~~~~`

“Tommy!” Curly called from the helm of the ship. “We’re in Camden Town now!”

Kate emerged from beneath the canvas with Tommy behind her. She smelled the smoke and soot that was common to London. Birmingham was bleak but London was teeming with ill will. She could feel it in the air.

The second they docked; men were there to question them. Tommy explained they were there to see Alfie Solomons. The men, all wearing hats or yarmulke ushered them to a large warehouse building. People were going in and out, busy with shipments.

At the front doors, Kate and Tommy were greeted by a young man with curly hair. He instantly went about patting Tommy down to check him for weapons.

He glanced at Kate but she simply crossed her arms over her chest. “I wouldn’t even ask if I were you.” She warned.

“Put ‘em down, Ollie.” A rough voice came booming down the hall.

Kate glanced around Ollie to see a broad-shouldered man heading towards him. He certainly didn’t look the part of a large gang boss. Wearing a simple, disheveled linen shirt, vest, and an apron around his waist, Alfie Solomons looked like a common worker at first glance. But Kate had learned from her time as a courtesan to look beyond clothing. She’d been taught by some wise women that anyone could dress the part of a gentleman. The real money and the real identity were down to the details.

Alfie wore rings on nearly every single finger. He had a gold bracelet on his wrist. A gold pocket watch was attached to his waist. Glasses hung from his neck on a chain that looked like pure silver.

Wealth aside, he had the tells of a very dangerous man. Tattoos inked both of his hands. A large scar ran down his right cheek. He carried himself like a soldier. Just as Tommy did.

“You always bring women along to meetings with you?” Alfie raised an eyebrow.

“Miss Rosseau’s a part of me company and I think her knowledge could be very useful to you, Mr. Solomons,” Tommy replied. “I think you’ll see that she’s not any ordinary woman.”

Mildly interested Alfie nodded and beckoned them over. “Want to take a look at my bakery? We bake all sorts. We bake the brown bread, the white bread.”

Kate took stock of what they were dealing with. Beyond Alfie’s strength on the tracks, the distillery wasn’t anything to snub. The warehouse was stocked full of barrels but she had a feeling production could increase if the market allowed them to. Tommy was right, Alfie’s rum could be ready to ship out to America any moment.

“Try some bread, love?” Alfie redirected Kate’s attention to a table with bottles.

“I’ll have the white.” She agreed.

“Ah, see there. There’s a woman who knows her booze, aye?” He chuckled and handed her the glass. “C’mon then.” He continued them on to his office.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kate didn’t want to make it too obvious that she was worried about Tommy’s health as they sat down in front of Alfie’s desk. He was in a much better condition but he was still limping and she could tell his ribs were bothering him. Still, she knew he needed to maintain a strong image in front of the Camden Town boss. So, she tried to ignore it.

“Well.” Alfie sat down. “I’ve heard very bad, bad, bad, things ‘bout you Birmingham people. Aye?” He tutted. “And you, love, don’t know where you fucking came from with that accent, right, but you’re hanging ‘round with them, ain’t ya? You a gypsy like him then? They have gypsies in America?”

Tommy spoke before Kate had the chance. “Kate and I came to discuss business with you, Mr. Solomons.”

Something changed in Alfie’s expression. His brow furrowed and his sea-colored eyes flicked to her. “Kate, is it?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Funny, that is. Yeah…I’ve got ears everywhere in London, right? I hear things. Things I need, things I don’t. Don’t fucking matter, I remember every bit of it. Just in case, think that’s savvy, innit?” Alfie ran a hand over his beard as if he were pondering something deeply. “And there’ve been rumors, whispers ‘bout a man from America. An Italian who’s looking for someone.”

Kate’s blood ran cold and she fought the instinct to run. Unsure if it was a trap, she subtly glanced to Tommy. He seemed a little uneasy by where the conversation was going too. But he touched her chair as a gesture of assurance.

“Pretty blonde woman named Kate Lynch. Should be living in Birmingham. Says she’s American by birth.” Alfie continued.

She smiled at him. “My last name isn’t Lynch, Mr. Solomons.”

“Oh, but we can all change our names. Can’t we? To, er I dunno, avoid coppers, debts, jilted lovers, aye?” Alfie’s eyes narrowed. “So, what was it then? You leave ‘im at the altar? Ran away with his kid? Ran away with another man?”

“I think she’s unsure of what you’re talking about, Mr. Solomons.” Tommy stepped in.

“Well, see the thing is, you walk into me office, right, with a woman who’s wanted by Italians.” Alfie retorted firmly.

“She’s got ties to the American markets. Men who would be interested in your rum.”

Alfie fiddled with the handle of one of his drawers. “So that’s what you’re tryna sell me then?”

“My services could be offered to help smuggle your rum anywhere you’d like. I propose we join forces.”

“Fuck off.” Alfie rolled his eyes and leaned back in his desk chair. “No! Fucking ridiculous.”

“Mr. Solomons.” Tommy leaned forward. Kate noticed him wince. “Your distillery provides one-tenth of your income. Protection is another ten percent, the rest is from the tracks. I’m offering you two solutions. You expand your market to America with your rum with the help of Miss Rosseau. I’d help with that as well. Me other solution deals with your biggest problem.”

Alfie glared back at Tommy. The man continued to glance at the drawer to his right. The movements were making Kate uneasy and she subtly moved her hand into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her pistol.

Tommy continued. “I know you offer a deal or death. But Mr. Sabini is running all your bookies off your courses and closing down premises that take your rum. No one trusts your protection anymore.”

Alfie pointed at him. “You’re the bloke who shot Billy Kimber, right?” He diverted the conversation. “You did, you fucking betrayed him, mate. So it would be entirely appropriate to do what I’m thinking in me head right now.”

That was an open threat to Kate and she tensed up.

Tommy wasn’t swayed. “I can offer you a hundred armed men and a new relationship with the police.”

“Intelligence,” Alfie ignored him. “Is a very valuable thing, innit? Usually, it comes far too fucking late.” He shifted his left hand down and whipped out a gun.

Kate reacted before Tommy could even breathe. She took out her gun and pointed it back at Alfie. Her heart was beating in her chest but her hand was steady.

It wasn’t clear on Alfie’s face whether he was expecting her to be armed or not. But he didn’t back down either. “So, she’s just your purse for weapons, is she, mate? Men don’t want to frisk a woman so you give her a gun.”

“I’m not an object,” Kate replied through her teeth. “I’m just smart enough to know when I need a gun.”

Alfie’s mustache twitched and he cocked the gun. “See, I could’ve already shot him. Right in the fucking head. Then what? You’d shoot me, aye? You’re really that loyal to ‘im already? What happens after that? Me men come in, maybe they shoot you. Maybe they take you and hand you over to the Italians. I know who you are. You’ve got an American mobster after you and who knows how much he’ll pay to have you returned.”

“I won’t be sold to anyone.” She hissed and cocked her gun in response.

Alfie just let out a chuckle and set his gun down. “You’d give me men hell, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t make it out alive, granted, but you’d try to kill anyone in your path.”

Kate slowly lowered her gun but kept it near. She looked at Tommy and saw that his nose had started to bleed. She reached into her purse for a handkerchief and gave it to him. She cleared her throat and looked back at Alfie. “If Italians are looking for me, so be it. They’ve been hunting me down for years, they won’t succeed. But for you, Mr. Solomons. What’s a bigger way to say fuck you than to work with someone they’ve been unable to get for so long? I have contacts in America, bootleggers, police, bosses. No one in the operation will be caught. No one will interfere with it. I don’t need a big cut of the money. The majority of it can go to you and Tommy. The only thing I ask for is protection. Contrary to what Tommy says, I trust your protection.”

Alfie studied her, stroking his beard. “So, you’d trust that I wouldn’t sell you out.”

Kate didn’t flinch, keeping her eyes right on him. “Every man who has tried is dead now.” She replied coolly. “So, I suppose that’s your decision.”

The Jewish man chuckled. “Draw up a contract then, Mr. Shelby. Include Miss Rosseau in it and we’ll discuss matters further.” He reached over to shake Tommy’s hand.

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[bubmyg]

can you do a super soft hobi blurb of him being an strict intimidating dance instructor but with you he's super gentle like 🥺 oh no bubs you need to do this blah blah sorry i hope this made sense 😂

genre/warnings: college!au, f2l if you squint, more like friends with some unresolved “tension”, dancer!hoseok, ft whiny dancer!jimin, i probably subconsciously used some dance terms im sorry fajklds

word count: 1,046

summary: hoseok finally convinces you to take one of his classes despite what you’ve heard of the change in your best friend’s demeanor when he steps through the studio door or hoseok tells jimin he’ll stop picking on him when he learns to turn out through his hips.

Your prolonged eye contact wasn’t laced with the acute confidence of the others surrounding you, their execution of the combination upon practiced muscles while yours came from the lack thereof (and a practice session or twelve in your shower). It was a strange trance of comfort you couldn’t tear yourself away from, Hoseok an arms length in front of you, observing you, arms crossed, dark eyes less than amused as he peered at you from underneath sweat stained ends of dyed red hair. 

The music continued well after you finished, dropping out two eight counts early partially because of memory, mostly because you couldn’t stare at him any longer. You dropped away from the safety net lingering within the darkness of his irises, chin unhinging and you laughed to try to amend the strange stirring in the pit of your stomach. One of your laces, loose on your tennis shoe now, clacked against the studio floor when you scuffed your foot, shoulders slumped as you sighed, “I can’t.”

Hoseok clucked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, shaking his head as he moved closer, eliciting you to peer up at him through your eyelashes. “Again,” He ordered to the class around you, the music on an endless loop over the speakers, but to you, he tutted lowly, “We don’t like that word around here.”

You shivered when he touched your hip to move beside you, grip tightening when you involuntarily began to jump into the combination with the rest of the class. His taut palm traced upward to the small of your back, up on your spine until it rested underneath your shoulder blades. 

“Relax here,” He murmured and when you complied, he reached front to tap the spot underneath your ribs, “—and here.”

“Now...” He widened his stance next to you, holding his palm out flat, “Arch into my hand. Make your shoulder touch it.”

More compliance, awkward but earning a light twitch to the corner of Hoseok’s petaled mouth, “Good. Now sit.”

“What?”

“Act like you’re going to sit down in a chair.”

Your hip cracked when you sat into it, popping one knee out in the process, and you turned widened eyes for Hoseok’s approval. The look of fond amusement was still plastered on the wrinkle of his eyebrows as he nodded, giving the back of your neck an affectionate squeeze before he slipped away. 

“See me after class,” He told you, an octave higher, and a few of the other students glanced your way when he winked, shooting you a thumbs up, but he was quick to draw their attention back to the front when he clapped his hands, “Once more, full out. Jimin, is that what you consider full out?”

You were gathering your things next to aforementioned Park Jimin, the blonde bubbly in jabbing his elbow into your torso when he straightened with his backpack over his shoulders. 

“Why do you only pick on me, huh?” He jammed an accusing finger toward Hoseok before trailing it to you, nearly prodding it through the center of your nose, “But this one gets special treatment?”

Hoseok barely glanced up from where he was surfing for something on his laptop, the device still connected to the sound system in the studio, “You’re a contemporary student, correct?”

When Jimin spluttered, Hoseok glanced over with one cocked eyebrow, “So by now you should understand the basics of turnout, yeah?”

“This is a hip hop class!” 

 “And you need to turn out from your hips—” His smile grew wider when his friend and roommate went to bat at his head in his departure, “—see you at home?”

A scoff, a creaky hinge on the old studio door located somewhere in the depths of the theater building, and you were left alone with the occasional sounds of Hoseok’s email notifications floating through the room. You shifted, bag half zipped, one shoe off, sweat starting to dry cold on the surface of your forearms, and you tried to make out some sort of picture in the wood floors below your feet when your impulse spoke out loud for you. 

“I was going to take the bus and get food if you want to come with. I wasn’t sure if you drove or not—”

“Oh, we’re not leaving yet.”

It came out smooth in your conscious but it squeaked in delivery, “We aren’t?”

Hoseok’s fingers pried away from his keyboard with a series of audible clicks, bouncing over to you with a loose sway of his shoulders and arms that paired with the bright grin on his features to try and ease the apprehension curled into your body language and tone. Palms up, he offered you his hands, waiting until you took them to drag you in wide looping circles to the center of the room. 

“You finally show up to one of my classes and you think I’m going to let you leave after only doing the combination three times successfully,” He beamed, dropping your hands to point toward the mirror, “Private lesson, right now.”

In theory, it should have been far less intimidating having Hoseok to yourself, one set of eyes who’d seen you in various and far more ridiculous predicaments as opposed to thirty some virtual strangers (with the exception of Jimin who absolutely was laughing in your general direction the entire time). But it was alone in his domain, the dance studio walls, with the remnants of the firm, commanding instructor still lingering in his persona, made your limbs shake to the protruding edges of keratin on your fingertips. 

“Jimin’s right,” You told him, frozen in place while his fingers worked at correcting the position of your arms,��“You’re giving me special treatment.”

Hoseok hummed, a vibration that curled into the bumps that raced up and down the surface of your skin, bumps that split on either side of your spine when his hands settled on your hips, gaze burning into yours in the reflection of the mirror as his voice curled directly into your ear. 

“It’s because I like you,” He grinned into the crook of your neck when your heart rate increased under his palms, laugh brushing against your chin as he gripped you harder at the hips.

“Ready to go again?”