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techouspeaks · 2 years ago

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Quick Review of Hirogaru Sky Precure! CURE WING IS EVERYTHING!

As said, with Tumblr being a butt with allowing my reviews to show up in tags, I haven't done much reviews. I've been writing the review for Delicious Party Precure. I've just been super busy with other things and my anxiety had been for a while so haven't been in the mood but now with Cure Wing out, I feel like I should give my thoughts on the new series so far!

I feel like this has been a solid series so far. At first, I wasn't too won over in the first episode, even though Cure Sky/Sora is a power house and I relate to her in some ways, I wasn't buying it too much until we dove into more of Mashiro/Cure Prims, who up until now I gravitated towards but now that we have the BOY, wow!

Please note, I haven't watched episode 9 yet but I did see Cure Wing's transformation and attack and it is everything!

But before that, there are some stuff I wanted to get to. I like how this series as Leo from Magical Cinnamon Channel on Youtube has said, connects everything very neatly. Like how in episode 8 Mashiro explains that the kids were worried about Sora because she wasn't at school and everyone knows she's healthy and strong. I like how they try to give us a few twists and turns with certain scenarios we maybe familiar with. Like for one, our lead cure is not only a blue cure instead of a pink cure, but she's from another land and Mashiro is a Skylandian as well or at least descendant from one. We have a fairy turned cure that not only isn't the midseason cure but he's also the first male cure of the main team.

The animation is probably the best animation we've seen since probably in a while. I didn't hate Delicious Party Precure nor Healin Good Precure but in terms of animation, they really brought their A game with this one!

Sora I like okay, but maybe that's because she reminds me a bit of me that I think I don't gravitate to her as much. I mean, something about characters reminding me of myself too much has always been something off to me but I don't find her a bad character and she certainly is more interesting than any blue cure that came before her.

Mashiro is a great foil to Sora. She's not really the shy cute type and that's what makes her a great character. She seems one thing but she's also energetic without being a "Happy Go Lucky Type" or a "Shy Type". I like how she's logical too. She has common sense and brings everyone back down to earth!

Yoyo is also a nice little add as the mysterious grandmother but I'm glad she's doesn't know everything. I wasn't sure how I felt with her seemingly to know everything but when she shows legit concern, it comes across as natural and I started to like her more.

Ageha, I wasn't too sure of but she grew on me and I like the fact that she's kind of diva in which she can be bossy, but she's also understanding, supportive and ready to help. I was worried that she was gonna be another snob when we first got a look at her as Cure Butterfly but she's not and I'm glad.

And then of course, we have Tsubasa and he is everything! He's sweet, he's smart, he's shy but knows when it's time to speak up. He has a dream that is relatable in which wanting to achieve something but people make fun of you for it, but I like how his dream is a little more on the down to earth side. Not that we didn't have cures with realistic dreams, but I like how he actually learns a bit of the science about how to fly. I feel like we've seen cures achieve dreams but not really explain the details about those dreams like the overall work put in it. Maybe we have and I just don't remember.

I hate the fact people make fun of Tsubasa's hair! Like seriously! I honestly think it makes him look unique. The hair piece on top makes sense especially considering some birds have feathered crowns which seems to represent that in Cure Wing! I also think the emo thing makes him look different and honestly, may represent him as a character. I mean most people who do the emo thing are outcasts and he certainly is that among his tribe, he's the only fairy so far in his season to transform and most of all, he's the first male cure of a main team and the only boy in his group. I even think that his hair may even represent a "broken wing" because he felt useless not being able to fly, only for "his wing to be repaired" once he becomes Cure Wing, this that part of his hair goes up when he transforms.

Elle Chan is okay. She's a baby and not much to her but I did get get misty eyed when she was missing her parents.

Now the I wouldn't say bad parts but yeah I don't like Kabaton. I think they were trying to do a "Close" type thing but make him more goofy so he didn't scare kids and he just doesn't do it for me. If you like him and many do, more power to you. I guess it makes sense cuz I thought he was saying "Underdog energy" when I realize he means "Under ground energy". So pigs are earthy creatures and he's an underdog because he's a punk but yeah...Not the best. I do like it when the cures literally tell him to shut up and stop hogging the screen time, that self awareness is beautiful! XD

Overall, I think this series is solid so far and may join the ranks among the best precure seasons if continues working like this. The animation is beautiful and stellar, sometimes the story is slow in some parts but overall, the music is solid and the characters are well likeable with the exception of a weak first henchman. I won't give it a rating just yet! We'll see how it goes!

#hirogaru sky spoilers #hirogaru sky precure #precure #cure wing #cure sky #cure prism #cure butterfly

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alloftheimaginess · 5 years ago

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Met

"Good morning" I say to my live as I walk to the sliding door to get some better light. I sing along to Beautiful as it plays through the hotel room.

"Today is Met Monday and it's currently 5:45 am" I say looking at my watch.

"It's time to start the process for my outfit because it literally has to be built" I say laughing.

"The sun just rose like 2 minutes ago and I've been up for 20 minutes now so this is dedication because I’m exhausted" I say looking around.

"I'm here with my team" I say turning the camera around and everyone waves.

"They have so much energy I don't know how they do it" I say.

"It's called not being out until 2 knowing we had to be up at 5" my hair stylist says.

"Damn just expose me then" I say laughing.

"I was out simply because it's rare I get to be in New York with a bunch of other celebrities" I say.

"True" she says laying everything out.

"Did you run into Zendaya?" She asks.

"Yeah I did" I say rolling my eyes looking down.

"Hi guys. How are you this morning?" I ask responding to the hi's.

"What am I eating for breakfast. Only the best, it's Met Monday I can't do anything less" I say holding up a McDonald's bag and I start laughing.

"Sausage Egg McMuffin with egg whites is legit heaven" I say.

"Hurry up and eat so we can get started" my best friend aka my designer says and I nod.

"Okay, okay" I say sitting down and I prop up the phone.

"What am I wearing? Something so great I feel like it really fits the theme" I say answering questions as I eat my breakfast.

"Alright guys I'm ending this but be on the lookout for me on the carpet"

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I pose as my assistant goes around in circles recording my look as they put it together. There's about 20 of us in this room working to make sure that I fit the theme of this year which is 'CAMP' "we can't be one of those celebrities that half ass the theme especially since I'm debuting my line" Lily says sticking needles to hold pieces of the dress in place.

"It's like they don't get the memo that there is actually a theme in place" I say.

"Even though they look gorgeous I prefer for them to fit the theme. Is that just me?" She asks and I shake my head.

"No, it's not just you" I say and she starts sewing the sleeves on I sing and dance to every song that comes on shuffle, her poking me a few times to calm me down but I don't stop.

"Help me I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down, won't open eyes" I sing dramatically doing different poses as I get recorded and everyone starts laughing.

"Seriously be still" she says and I stand still.

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I get out the car and as soon as I step on the Pink carpet the flashes go off and I start walking up the carpet making sure to stop so everyone can get pictures and I run into Benedict "hey, you guys look great" I say hugging them.

"You look amazing" Sophie says hugging me back. "Where's Tom?" She asks.

"He's headed to Los Angeles for his press tour" I say.

“That sucks he couldn't be here" he says.

"I don't think he would enjoy this though it's not really his speed" I say laughing.

"Very true" Benedict says.

"Shall we get some pictures?" Sophie asks.

"Of course" I say and I stand with them smiling as the cameras go off and Sophie walks past.

"I'll see you guys inside" I say walking off after hugging them.

"Sophie" I say and she stops.

"Oh my god you look amazing" she says and I laugh and we do our handshake.

"How's that married life?" I ask.

"Better than I could have imagined, there's been problems but nothing we can't work through" she says.

"That's so good to hear, I've been meaning to text Joe but I had to replace my phone and I lost his number" I say.

"Oh I can give it to you" she says.

"Ghat would be great" I say.

"How are you and Tom?" She asks and I sigh.

"I don't really know. If I'm being honest, we've spent a lot of time together between filming infinity war, endgame and Spider-Man that I think were just happy for some time apart" I confess.

"Is that why he isn't here?" She asks.

"Yeah" I say.

"He had the day off and he was going to be my plus one and lily got him a whole outfit put together to go with mine and everything but we decided it was best if he didn't come" I say.

"You guys are going to be okay, you are always are" she says.

"Yeah that's just the thing, there's possibly another person in the picture" I say.

"Wait seriously?" She asks and I nod.

"I have to fix my lipstick so let's go and we'll talk in there" I say and she grabs my hand and we stop for pictures first and then we go to the bathroom.

"Who is it?" She asks.

"Zendaya" I say grabbing my lipstick out of my bag. "He likes Zendaya?" She asks surprised.

"Don't sound so surprised she's absolutely gorgeous" I say sighing and I have to calm myself down.

"I'm going to sound surprised because I am, are you serious" she says and I nod.

"I wish I wasn’t" I say.

"Did anything happen?" She asks and I nod.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks hugging me.

"Because I feel stupid, like why did I think he wanted me when he works with her" I say and the stall door opens and Zendaya walks out.

We make eye contact through the mirror and I close my lipstick shoving it into my purse and grabbing Sophie's hand pulling her out of the bathroom.

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movienotesbyzawmer · 4 years ago

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April 18: Rocky IV

(previous notes: Rocky III)

The Cold War one! I was in high school when this came out, and it seems like the Rocky movie that has most endured in pop culture for people my age, and even younger maybe? I haven't seen it in a very, very long time so I'm wondering if the Rocky-versus-All-Of-Communism logline is going to seem like a pathetically irrelevant conflict. Or, frankly, if that sentiment is going to sound like the dipshits that attacked the US Capitol just a few short months ago. It's definitely going to feel like just a slight twist on a formula that's been working, right? Let's see…

Totally different intro from the rest of the series, and surprisingly the recap of the end of the last movie also includes the hit single from the last movie. But also there is a thing about an American-flag glove and a Soviet-flag glove punching each other into an explosion.

They were so happy with the chummy chit-chat at the end of Rocky III that they just gratuitously include that whole scene here. It is a cheap way to eat up a couple of minutes.

Oh My God. The first actual new scene in this movie serves the important purpose of documenting for all time how dazzlingly technically advanced things were in 1985. For Paulie's birthday party, he gets a ROBOT! It talks… ROBOT-style! Paulie is whelmed by how robot-y it is.

"Open your prize," Rocky tells her when asking Adrian to open her PRESENT. Why did he say "prize".

MEANWHILE IN SOVIET UNION… They do a quick montage that only vaguely suggests something about a boxer and the USSR.

Apollo Creed spots an innocuous news story about Russian boxer Ivan Drago coming to America to participate in sportsmanlike fighting. AC is PISSED! A Russian being competitive, oh hell no.

At least Drago has a female companion so there will be an actual female character who isn't played by Talia Shire.

"Commies Are Evil" isn't the only theme of this movie; there's also "The Marvels of Technology". Drago's unmatched strength is demonstrated for the press in a very electricity-filled gym. And the robot has been in three scenes already in the first fifteen minutes! Oh I hope they aren't going to get me to fall in love with Robot Character only to have it lose in a boxing match to The Commies.

Big press conference to announce that AC will be fighting Drago in an exhibition match. AC is all cocky and Drago literally says nothing the whole scene. He is characterized as perhaps yet another robot character. But his wife and some other Russian guy do all the talking, and if they're supposed to seem like the Bad Guy, I don't see it. They are perfectly diplomatic and AC is just acting like a tool.

0:23:23 - I remember this scene, we all do, oh yes we do. The Fight That Does Not Go So Well. It starts with a super flashy intro; they're at the venue in Vegas and there are showgirls and pretend fighter planes and Actual James Brown singing this movie's legit hit single, "Living in America", singing it all At The Russians as AC descends in front of a monster thing in spangly Uncle Sam garb. AC actually dances alongside James Brown and around Drago. What they're doing, these diabolical filmmakers, is going to make what happens next sting the audience pretty bad.

Right before the fight, Drago's first line is "you vill lose". Monotone. Robotic. Technology! #1985

Drago beats him to actual death, he twitches on the floor as Drago robotically says things like "I will not be defeated". It is a bummer, this turn of events.

New press conference. Rocky is going to fight Drago. "No money. It's not about the money." That's weird, addressing money in this press conference. They're not really addressing the monumental fact that Rocky is sitting next to the guy that killed Apollo Creed.

This time, the Soviets are less diplomatic. Rocky barely says anything, but the old Russian dude calls him little and weak. They have a good point, though, about how Drago gets death threats in the US on account of he is a killer of an American hero, even though the wife also says he is not a killer. But that's why the fight will be in Russia.

New montage with a very 80s pop song. Worth noting that we have not heard any of the famous music from the first movie. This montage also looks very 80s, with it's flashbacks using a lot of different, highly techologically sophisticated frame rates.

0:42:41 - Adrian eye-close sighting! Thank you so much for that, it is what we all want and only you, Rocky-movie, can provide it.

Flashbacks to all the other movies. He is thinking about it all as he anticipates The Hell Of Going To Russia. Remember when he pointed to the jacket in the window that one time? Rocky does. Remember when he looked at his statue? Rocky does. He even somehow remembers Adrian closing her eyes. This is a music video with mostly recycled footage from the whole series.

0:48:35 - Another "modern" pop song, I think it's the band called Survivor again. Were we supposed to love all the catchy tunes and go out and buy the soundtrack? We only remember the James Brown one in 2021.

It is snowy in Russia ha ha! Paulie has joined him on the trip because he is part of Rocky's staff, but he doesn't like how cold it is ha ha.

Rocky's quarters consist of a log cabin dripping with icicles at the foot of some really pretty mountains. I play Geoguessr a lot and I don't ever see pretty mountains like that in Russia, but they must have them, right?

Rocky has been assigned minders. He is told they will go wherever he goes. I'm pretty sure that's not an unfair characterization.

He's got Apollo's trainer guy there with him, but Rocky makes it clear that he just has to do this training stuff on his own or whatever blah blah.

Now a montage going back and forth between Drago training and Rocky just running through the snow-covered countryside. ON HIS OWN. Plus also sawing wood and displacing boulders on his own. Oh and being the dog in a dogsled pulling Paulie! Locals look at Rocky because, look, a man doing something, that's new and confusing. Drago has electric machines. Rocky fells trees! Drago is inside comfortable facilities. Rocky is growing his beard out! The minders observe it all. The minders observe it all.

There is a subplot about how Adrian is dealing with this whole thing. She had been unconfident earlier, and did not join Rocky in USSR. But surprise, she is now there in Russia suddenly because love! Rocky continues to train, not so alone-y now and with a new rock song with more major chords. That is Drago's weakness! Communism hates major triads.

Gotta have inspired running, right? This time Rocky runs up a snowy mountain, running so hard that the minders can't keep up! At the peak he does his trademark cheer howl in that pretty place… but he is saying "DRAGO!!!!!!!!!"

Just like that, we're at the big fight. This time it's in Russia and it's mostly uniformed soldiers in the crowd.

Ugh. Quick cut to Rocky's kid watching at home on TV with friends. He says "that's my dad" and one of them replies "what do you think we are, nerds?" Ladies and gentlemen, the wit of Mr. Stallone: Screenwriter.

Do we need to talk about Drago's hair? He has very styled hair. I think it looks like Vanilla Ice hair. Is that a strange choice? I don't know how to think about hair, I guess.

"I must break you". That's what Drago says to Rocky right before they fight. I remember it. It is an above average dialogue choice compared with other Rocky-movie-right-before-the-fight dialogue choices.

Drago punches Rocky a lot, and the commentators make sure we know that Rocky might lose and they may even have to stop the fight. But also, yes, it does just look like Rocky is taking a lot of rough beating.

"He's not human. He's a piece of iron." So speaks Drago in unbecoming monotone. I don't know what that means.

It's a montage now, an appealingly edited summary of a whole bunch of rounds. The two boxers are both doing well and maybe not doing well, both. Montage.

I guess I'm experiencing what I remember noticing back when I first saw this in the 80s, which is that they really did convince us that Drago was indestructible, and now we're seeing him be damaged and it's kind of satisfying.

1:21:15 - Whoa, I forgot about this. The Soviet Diplomat Man is giving Drago a hard time about not winning yet, and Drago lifts him up violently by the neck and says something about I Will Win For Me, For Me. It's a little like we're supposed to think Drago is increasingly inspired by American Freedom, maybe? But it won't help him if he's still the bad guy in a Rocky movie.

This fight is taking a long time. A lot of this movie's running time is being consumed by this fight.

Eventually Rocky wins, because it turns out that he is just better because Freedom, and it's that same tiresome "Rocky-won" music, maybe arranged a little differently.

What does he say in the mic at the end? What is his message? "During this fight, I seen a lot of changing…" he says that during this fight, like during the actual boxing match, they all grew to appreciate each other. And it's better to do boxing than do nuclear annihilations. The whole crowd cheers for Rocky! Even the important Soviet Boss Men, startling even themselves with their abrupt adoration of The Wise American. Then when he says Merry Christmas Kid to his kid at home, well this whole entire crowd clearly thinks Rocky is better than their whole entire country. We don't see Drago any more. We don't know if he, too, is moved by Rocky's profound monologue. And we never find out what Drago and Robot Character think of each other.

So that's it, that's the end of Rocky IV. I get why it fires people up in a simple way, but I don’t think it's good. It totally assumes you'll understand that Rocky wins because the USSR just kind of sucks. Or you won't care that it's improbable that Rocky wins because it's just so gratifying to see Drago falter. Which they achieve by making him look very perfect, and having no charming characteristics.

It's true, though, how cocky we were about technology in the mid-80s.

(next: Rocky V)

#rocky iv

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xsixxx · 5 years ago

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Bad Influence, Chapter Eight

Authors note: Hiya guys, it's been a while 🤙🏻 Sorry for the wait, I've had a rough few weeks, so I took a break from a lot of stuff, Tumblr included, but I'm back & I've been working on this chapter piece by piece. It was originally supposed to be longer but I've decided to split it into two separate chapters, which means at least the first part of ch.9 is written!

Thank you all for baring with me, I'm sorry for the wait!

So on with the goddamn show 🤟🏻

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, love triangle awkwardness, Beth being a super slut, loads of angst

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(I've given up trying to find matching GIFs for the chapter so here's one of Erin Moriarty who is legit Beth in my head)

*Beths POV*

I rolled out of my bed, pulling on a tshirt & yawning as I went. I glanced across at the naked rockstar, asleep in my bed, which had become quite a common occurrence since the KISS tour ended for Mötley.

Vinces blonde hair lay feathered around his sleeping features & I couldn’t help that girlish feeling of excitement & smugness in my stomach as it struck me, as it does every morning that I wake up next to Vince, that this beautiful man that women threw themselves at, wanted to be sharing my bed.

I smirked to myself as I slipped silently out of the room & made my way into the kitchen.

“Coffee?” Came the always chirpy voice of Tommy, who was grinning ear to ear as he stood in just his boxers in the midddle of the kitchen, changing the filter in the coffee machine. I eyed him up & down, trying to muffle my giggle at the sight of his long chicken legs in all their glory.

“Please.” I mused back to him, smiling.

“Good night?” He winked, catching sight of my yawn as I draped myself lazily against the wall.

"Probably about as good as yours from the sounds of it," I sniggered, "I thought we were having a competition at one point!"

Tommy let out a loud, hearty laugh that immediately made me giggle. His happiness was infectious.

He poured out the coffee into two mugs before sliding me a sly smile as he opened up one of the cupboards & produced a bottle of whiskey. "Fancy making it Irish?" He chuckled.

"Tommy, it's like 10am!" I laughed, shaking my head at him.

"So?! It'll get us in the mood for tonight! You're still coming, right?" He asked as he poured way more than a shot into each of the coffee mugs & handed one to me. I rolled my eyes at his offer of corruption, but my smile betrayed my & I took it from him, more than willingly.

"Of course, you really think Vince would let me miss it?!" I snorted, taking a sip of what was, let's face it, 1/3 whiskey with a coffee mixer. I tried my hardest to keep a straight face as the alcohol hit the back of my throat & immediately warmed my chest, chasing away any remnants of lathergy I might've had. "He's desperate to show off for me, it's been so long since I've seen you guys play!"

"He won't be the only one up there showing off for you." Tommy said, smirking behind his mug as he took an impressive gulp without so much as a blink.

I feigned innocence. "What, are you gonna twirl around your little sticks to try & impress me, T-Bone?" I winked, sticking out my tongue cheekily as he playfully nudge my shoulder, his laughter ringing around the kitchen once again.

"You wish girly," he sniggered. "You know who I'm talking about."

I pretended to rub my chin thoughtfully. "I didn't know Mick had a thing for me.."

Tommy let out another infectious laugh that instantly had me giggling along with me.

"So," he started as we both composed ourselves & I took another sip of my drink "Does Vince know what you & Nikki have been up to then then?" Tommy winked.

I nearly choked on my mouthful of whisky as I clamped my hand over Tommys mouth, peering out of the kitchen door to check we weren't in danger of being heard.

I removed my hand from Tommys mouth to reveal a grin behind it. "So it is true!"

"What, n-no!" I stumbled, knowing I wasn't fooling him, not even close. I relented, sighing as I did. "Goddamn it Sixx, can't keep his mouth shut.."

"Oh, Sixx didn't tell me." He smirked, "I see how you guys act, it's not hard to put the pieces together, you hate each other a little too much." He laughed, his grin growing wider. "I'm kinda surprised Vinny hasn't figured it out yet either.."

I scoffed. "If Vince ever noticed anything other than pussy or his fucking hair, then hell must be freezing over."

"Babe, if hell is freezing over, it's only because you've been warming the devil's bed." Tommy winked again, chuckling darkly as I took a swipe at his arm.

"Ok, well A," I started, as my hand caught him just below his shoulder sharply, wiping that grin off if his face. "I am not sleeping with Nikki! We kissed once! And B, how do you know I call him the devil?!" I asked sheepishly, my face flushing red with embarrassment.

Tommys mouth grew wide again as he rubbed his arm where I'd hit him. "Oh Sixx loves that shit, he brags about it all the time to us!" Sniggered T-Bone, before noticing my face & visibly grimacing. "I said too much again, didnt I? Beth, I'm sorry! He doesn't take the piss or anything," he rushed, stumbling over his words, "you just know him, that sorta shit builds up his ego, calling him the Devil is probably the biggest compliment you could give that twisted fucker!"

I groaned aloud as I downed the last of my whiskey with one swift gulp, hoping it might chase away my memory of the last 5 minutes.

"I can't believe you know!" I moaned, hanging my head.

"I can't believe you thought you guys were being subtle!"

"T-Bone, you gotta keep this to yourself ok? I like how things are with me & Vince right now, we're having fun & I kinda wanna keep it that way. And, for the love of God, don't tell Sophia. I can't be dealing with her disapproval on top of my dad's & my sister's right now." I finished, shaking my head. Tommy looked at me with that cute, dopey look that instinctively made me feel warm & trusting.

"I promise, I won't." He smiled affectionately. I could tell he meant it.

*Later*

*Nikkis POV*

I winked as I approached the gaggle of girls hanging around the door that lead to the backstage of the Whisky.

“Nikki, look for me in the front row.”

“Hey Nikki, cant wait to see the show tonight.”

“What are you doing afterwards Sixx?”

It was always the same. The girls always sounded the same, saying the same things, hoping to be the one to grab my attention that night. They were all starting to look the same too. The same hair, the same tight dresses, the same fake smile plastered on the same forgettable face.

Didn’t matter to me though. I fucking loved it.

I stopped next to them, leaning against the wall & flashing the arrogant smirk that never failed & I watched as they fell to pieces in front of me.

“So, what are you girls hanging around back here for?” I asked, making them giggle.

They babbled away, doing their best to impress me with their answers as I shut off, letting my eyes & my mind wander. I was halfway done mentally undressing them when a soft, flirty voice cut through the noise of the groupies.

“Hey rockstar, what’s a girl gotta do to get backstage?”

I turned my head, my eyes meeting with Beths before they trailed down every goddamn inch of her fine self. She was dressed in an oversized Led Zeppelin tshirt, tucked into a high waisted black denim mini skirt & white sneakers. She definitely wasn't like all the rest.

“Just show up looking like that, angel.” I smirked, not able to stop my eyes tracing her every curve. I strode towards Beth, leaving the wannabe groupies behind me without another word or thought, took her hand & lead her through the door.

“So when’s our next therapy session, Doc?” I mumbled, wrapping my arm around Beths waist, pulling her close as we walked.

Beth let out a forced laugh, wriggling away from me & glancing around quickly, checking we were alone. “Nikki, that night was purely for research purposes, we are not making that sharing circle a regular thing.” She said, her eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at me

“How about we just make the last part of our session a regular thing then?” I mumbled, placing my hands on her hips & pulling her into me once again, leaning my face towards hers, closing the gap between our lips.

Beth took a sharp step back & finally allowed her eyes to meet mine, a look on her face somewhere between panicked & scornful.

“What’s the matter, angel? Worried your boyfriend is going to see us?” I mocked, brashly reaching for her hand, but she snatched it away.

“Yes.” She snapped, before checking herself, blushing pink. “I mean, not that I think Vince is my boyfriend.. Obviously.” She stuttered as I let out an offhand chuckle.

“I should hope not.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” Beth retorted, her whole body suddenly stiff & defensive.

“Calm down doll, I only meant that Vinny ain’t the dating kind, I don’t want you getting you hopes up.” I shrugged.

“I’m not one of those girl out there you know,” she gestured towards the door that lead to the faceless groupies. “I don’t crave this bands attention & I don’t need it. Maybe its me that wouldn’t date Vince, ever thought of that?!”

I raised my hands in surrender to her over-sensitive tirade. “That’s all good then, because Vince definitely isn’t gonna date you darlin’, so don’t get used to your sleepovers." I replied, a little too harshly as I let my jealousy seep into my words.

Beths face went dark & her usually soft features looked twisted & angry.

"What's with you tonight, I didn't realise it was possible for you be more of an asshole than normal." She barked.

"And I didn't realise it was possible for you to be more of a stuck up bitch, but I guess people can suprise you." I hurled back, irritated by her defensive attitude.

"Real fucking nice Sixx, thanks. And just when I was starting to think you weren't all bad after the other night.."

"Oh, so you do remember the other night?" I cut in sharply. "Because here's me thinking it must've all been in my head being as you've been doing everything in your power to avoid me since then & pretend like it didn't happen."

"Oh grow up Nikki, I haven't been avoiding you. I've been working & hanging out with Vince, I'm sorry I haven't had much chance to stroke your fucking ego for you."

"I could probably free up some of your time if I went & told Vince that little promise you made me the other night. What was it again? Something about making me kneel before you'?" I laughed smugly as Beth's eyes flashed with fury.

"Christ, you just can't stand the idea of someone turning you down, can you?"

I let out a dumbfounded laugh at her bold pretension. "Remind me Beth, when did you turn me down?. Was that before or after you asked me to kiss you? Or maybe when you were up on the kitchen counter, moaning into my mouth." I asked snidely.

She glowered at me. "What part of me still sleeping with Vince & refusing to kiss you just now makes you think that I'm interested in you?"

I was beginning grow infuriated with her condescension, how could she just pretend like the other night didn't mean shit? "Tell me, is Vince really that good in the sack?"

"And what's that got to do with anything?" Beth fired back, irritated.

"Must be a good fuck if you're willing to get attached to someone who's gonna drop you any day now." I shrugged, pretending I couldn't care less.

“So that's the plan, he gets bored of me & then what Nikki? I move on to you? You get to sleep with me & ‘fufil my dark fantasies’, twist me into someone as fucked up as you so you feel a little less alone?” She spat venomously, her voice cold & sharp, taking me by surprise. My body went rigid as I felt anger descend over me like a mist. Beths face flushed pale as mine turned red, but she remained stubborn, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.

“Fine, fuck off with Vince.” I seethed, my jaw clenched & my mind ablaze with the thought of Vinnys hands on her, touching her like I’d not been able to stop thinking about touching her since that night he first took her home. “He'll get bored of you soon enough, I know I already am.” I finished bluntly, fixing Beth with a stone cold glare before spinning around on my heels & marching towards the backstage door. I leaned through, deciding I’d pick the first one that looked at me.

A tall, slender brunette in a tight red dress with fake tits & that usual fake smile glanced round, her eyes brimming with excitement when she spotted me.

“It’s your lucky day darlin.” I cooed, taking her by the hand & pulling her through the doorway & away from her fake ass friends. Probably for the best, they’d all hate her now anyway.

I turned back to face Beth, smug smile at the ready, trying to think up a shit-eating remark to say as I walked past her, but she'd already disappeared.

Fuck.

"So rockstar, where's your dressing room?" The brunette asked, her fingers finding their way under my shirt to my chest as she draped herself seductively around my arm.

I looked at her with uninterested eyes, my mind still entirely too focused on Beth.

I guess I could use the distraction, I thought, taking the brunettes hand & leading her down the hall & into the dressing room, untying my leather pants as we went.

*Later*

“And where the fuck is Vince?!” I yelled at Mick & Tom, tapping my foot impatiently as we all waited to the side of the stage.

“Not sure,” Tommy lied, badly, “I’m sure he’ll be here in a sec.”

“Pretty sure he’s in the toilet.” Mick mumbled, without looking up from tuning his guitar. Tommy nudged him nervously, but Mick just grunted, flicking him the middle finger without a glance.

I watched from the sidelines as Beth & Vince emerged from the toilet together, giggling like goddamn school kids. White hot jealousy burned through me, flooding my veins as saw them, hand-in-hand, disheveled hair & satisfied smiles plastered on their smug faces.

"Nice of you to fucking join us." I spat as they strolled over to us at their own pace, still laughing.

"Oh come on Nikki, we ain't due to go in for another 15 minutes, chill out man." Vince shrugged unconcerned, fueling my outrage with his nonchalance.

"You might care more about getting your fucking dick wet than you do this band Vince, but this shit actually matters to the rest of us, so either change your attitude or you can get the fuck out." I seethed, my eyes flitting dangerously to Beth, who had taken a cautious step back from me.

"Sixx man, come on," Tommy said, gripping my shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation. "it's not a big deal, we don't need this shit before the show."

I took a steady breath, trying to regain control over my temper. "Just go & change before you make us any later," I hissed at Vince through gritted teeth.

Beth lingered awkwardly as Vince waltzed off to the dressing room, unsure whether to follow him, stick around or simply leave. I decided to help her along with her decision.

"I think it's best you go." I said to her coldly, my bitter jealousy plainly obvious as I turned around & marched towards the back exit, desperate for a smoke.

"Nikki, wait-" Beth called out, following me outside into the cool night air.

"What do you want Lizzy?" I snapped, sparking up my cigarette & taking a long, deep inhale. "I've got nothing to say to you."

"I'm sorry-", she started, but I immediately interrupted.

"For what?! For fucking Vince & almost derailing my show?!”

Beths eyes narrowed. "I was going to apologise for what I said earlier, but yanno what, fuck you." She fired back, defensively. "Why would I be sorry for doing whatever the fuck I want with Vince, it's not like its any of your damn business."

"My fucking band, my fucking business sweetheart." I seethed, taking another long drag through my gritted teeth.

"No Nikki, just because they're in your goddamn band, doesn't make any of those guys in there your property, you don't get to lord over them like you own them." She replied, feeling brave.

"And what about you, huh? I fucking made you into this over confident little groupie & frankly, you're getting a little bit too comfortable around here."

"Excuse me?!" Beth thundered, her whole demeanor changing, "you didn't make me into anything, you egotistical prick!'

I smirked arrogantly, knowing I'd got to her. "You come to my gigs to see my band, you fuck my front man, snort my drugs, party with my guys. Who were you before you met me? A stuck up little princess who didn't know how to have fun. Face it doll, I fucking made you." I scoffed as I watched Beth's face flush red with anger.

“And what about your new piece of ass, huh? You gonna make her too?” She snarled. “You’re pissed because I fucked Vince but you’re a goddamn hypocrite Nikki, I saw you with that girl, taking her into the dressing room. I'm guessing she didn't go in there to help you with your fucking makeup?"

I paused, caught off guard, not realising my plan to make her jealous had actually gone to fruition. I couldn’t stop the sly smile from creeping on to my face. “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, my voice changing swiftly from enraged to calm & deadly smooth in an instant, enticed by her hint of jealousy & eager to hear her answer.

Beth squirmed a little, realising the corner she’d backed herself into. She looked deliciously trapped.

“I just-” she tripped over her words as she scrambled for an excuse. “I just don’t get it, why are you so pissed that I fucked Vince?” She asked, diverting the attention for herself.

“Because I want you.” I said plainly, switching gears, my anger melting away as I watched her discomfort double as she tried to stay mad.

“What?” She asked, shaking her head in annoyance.

“Because I want you Beth. I’ve wanted you since that night I caught you doing blow in the bathroom with Tommy, the night that Vinny took you home when it should've been me. I want you & I want to be the only one that gets to have you.” I replied bluntly, smirking as Beths mouth fell open a little.

“But you don’t.. You don’t do the whole exclusive thing.” She mumbled awkwardly, still processing my words.

“You’re right. See princess, I’m selfish like that.” I purred, taking one last drag on my cigerette before flicking it away & taking a step towards her so our bodies were practically touching. “I don’t like exclusivity, but also, I really don’t like to share.” I breathed, our lips practically touching.

Beth scowled, suddenly finding her voice. “Well that hardly seems fair. You expect me to be loyal to you whilst you fuck every woman that shows you some attention?!”

I chuckled darkly, knowing how unreasonable I was being. “Pretty much.”

“You’re such an egotistical asshole!” She yelled, raising her hands to shove me away from her, but I caught them by the wrists in one swift movement & pinned them by her shoulders. Beths delicate features were twisted, her perfectly shaped eyebrows were furrowed in anger & her soft pink lips were pulled into a tight, thin line as she fought against my grip. She glared at me, eyes dark & full of hostility. Yet I saw a lingering passion in them. Her tight lips relaxed for just a moment & I saw her drag her bottom lip through her teeth, those dark eyes darting to my mouth. I smirked.

"You’re right, I am an asshole. But you still want to kiss me, don’t you, angel?" I breathed, tightening my grip on her wrists, grinning wider at her mixture of discomfort & pleasure.

Her lips parted slightly & I could hear her breath quicken as I watched her internally fight with her desires whilst I fought with my own. On the surface, we hated each other. I hated everything she represented, the fact that she didn't like my music & how she was like every other girl, sucked in by Vince's blonde hair & boyish charm. She hated my arrogance, my runaway lifestyle & the fact that I could see right through her good girl act & get under her skin like no-one ever had. And yet somehow, that hatred had paved the way for an attraction neither of us could fathom or understand. It was illogical, unwise & entirely unwelcome. But it was also intense, salacious & completely overpowering. We both knew we'd have to give in to it eventually.

She kissed me, unable to restrain herself any longer. I released my grip on her wrists & buried my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to me. She tasted so damn sweet.

I pulled Beths hair roughly, tilting her head & exposing her neck as I placed hungry kisses along her skin as she moaned aloud, pushing herself up against me. I placed my hands at the base of her pretty neck, running my thumb across the skin gently as I brought her lips back to mine, dragging her lower lip between my teeth. She groaned into my mouth, rubbing up against me as I squeezed my grip around her throat a little tighter, smirking against her kiss as I did.

She was fucking delectable.

Just then, the backdoor to the Whisky swung open, returning us from our heady escape back to the dingy alley with a crash.

"Nikki, come on man, I thought you-" Vince started to say, before catching sight of us jumping a mile apart in a failed attempt to look innocent.

I coughed, trying to regain composure. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming."

Vince's face was like thunder, a mixture of outrage and betrayal turning up a storm. "Nah, doesn't look like you got that far." He spat

"Vinny, I-" Beth stumbled, walking towards him.

His eyes shot from me to her, disgust adding to the mix of emotions he was displaying. "I haven't got nothing to say to you." He said harshly, cutting her off. "& You, brother," he drawled sarcastically, "get your ass inside, we've got a fucking show to play, remember? Or do you care more about getting your dick wet than this band?" He quoted, bitterly.

"Fuck you, Vinny." I shot, shoulder barging him as I shoved past to get through the door.

"Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding, Sixx?" He screeched, quick on my heels. "You're out there grinding on my fucking girl & you're acting like I'm the fucking problem here?"

"Your girl?" I laughed crudely, "Since when does Vince Neil have a girl?"

"You know damn well what I mean. I haven't been hooking up with her for this long for you to just go & help yourself." Vince snarled.

"Well maybe Beths got her reasons for looking elsewhere." I sneered, getting brave.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Well Vinny," I started, taking a smug step towards him, getting in his face, "Maybe if you satisfied her, she wouldn't come to me."

"Shut the fuck up Sixx, you know that isn't true!" Beth yelled, pulling on Vinces arm in a feeble attempt to separate us.

"Why else would she come running to me right after you'd finished fucking? Your bathroom fuck clearly wasn't enough for her so she had to come looking for someone that could finish her off." I suggested arrogantly, smirking at my own maliciousness.

"Vince, just walk away." I heard Mick say from somewhere, right before Vinces fist flew at my face.

*Beths POV*

I sat at the bar, drinking away my humiliation as I watched the two guys I'd shamefully kissed in the space of 10 minutes, up on stage playing a visibly tense set. Nikkis angry red cheek was glowing like a beacon for the whole audience to see.

"It's not like you & Vince were anything serious." Sophia said, serving me up another shot of tequila. "I mean, that guy has definitely been screwing around since you guys first hooked up."

"I know & if he'd caught me with anyone else, I don't think it would be a big deal, but it definitely crosses the line to go with one of his band mates & best friends really, doesn't it?" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Plus, I'm not exactly a normal groupie, Vinny is my friend, we hang out, he spends the night.." I trailed off, knowing I'd just put a definitive end to that.

"Why were you kissing Nikki?!" Sophia asked, raising her eyebrow knowingly.

"Don't start Soph ok, I don't need it." I replied, necking the shot & gesturing for another. "Let me just bury my shame in peace & fucking tequila."

"I don't get it though, I thought you were liking things with Vince?"

"I was loving things with Vince, I don't know what the fuck I was doing." I sighed. "All I know is that Nikki has a direct line to both my last fucking nerve & my emotional g spot apparently. Who knew they were connected?" I groaned, mentally scolding myself for the millionth time.

"You gotta figure out what you want babe." Sophia said sternly, disapproval written all over her face. "But what you've gotta remember is, neither of these guys are in this for the long run, so are they really worth it?"

I fell silent, sparking up a cigarette & looking back across at the stage.

"I want you, I need you

I want you to be mine tonight.

You need me, you tease me

Use you up, throw you away."

I listened to Vince sing, watched him prancing around, his striking good looks & flamboyant attitude on stage so appealing it made me weak.

Then I looked across at Nikki, dark & brooding, the complete opposite of what I thought my type was. He was conceited & rude, his lifestyle & interests were the furthest thing from my own & he pissed me off like no-one ever had.

If I was being honest with myself, I'd say that, up until tonight, he was right; I'd thought myself above Nikki Sixx.

But tonight had changed everything.

Tonight I'd realised that I wasn't better than anyone else, I was just as bad. Worse, maybe.

I watched Nikki pluck away at the strings on his bass, enjoying the sound for the first time. I let my mind wander back to that night he said he should've taken me home. The same night he promised to drag me down with him.

He'd been right about everything. I wanted excitement in my life, I wanted to have fun. I wanted someone to fulfill my darkest desires. I wanted someone to show me how to enjoy the dark parts of me. And that just wasn't Vince.

I watched Nikki play intently, that spark of desire igniting inside me once again. I wanted him.

My bad influence.

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Hi! Can I please request a drabble of Klance vs Victuuri where they argue over who has the better husband? I also wanted to say that I adore your work and I'm waiting for your TCWAHKOAH sequel story to be completed so I can read the whole thing in one go and feel all the feels all at once. I will make sure to comment when I do read the story! Your work is just so fluffy and cute that I'm legit melting from the cuteness. Thank you so much for your work!

First of all, thank you

Stupidity in the Name of Love (Klance Request - 3... ft. Viktuuri)

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“So, what brings you to the mall?” Lance draws out the first word, an awkward beginning to a conversation with the man in front of him in line. Really, he wouldn’t have gotten into a chat at all, if only the lines weren’t so damn long and stagnant, or if Keith had decided to come with him instead of saving a table. Worse is how his phone is with Keith, because he’s the one with the mobile charger in his bag. Poor planning at its finest.

Lance always knew he hated food courts on Saturdays, but the thought pounds on the front of his skull when he hears a woman who’s a few customers up, berating the poor worker at the register. Almost feels like giving her a piece of his own mind because he’s been in the employee’s shoes before. And the mall is packed to the brim, so under her shrill voice, he can hear nothing but muddled conversations and the belting of orders and running footsteps and crying children—

His heart pumps so fast his fingers tremble; he wants to scream.

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t love the thrill and flow of every crowd. Days like this remind him of as much. Irritation is a headache between his eyes and a lump at the top of his throat, and he’s constantly finding himself on the brink of a meltdown. He doesn’t know why the frustration is there, but he definitely feels it, thick and burning, at every turn. Since he and Keith arrived this morning, he’s been quick to veto every outfit he’s put on in dressing rooms. He’s been snappy with anyone who isn’t Keith or an innocent employee. At least four times, he’s stopped shopping to steady his breathing in an attempt to keep himself from crying. When he’s not distracted, he feels awful about himself; he’s hardly smiled all day.

Lance hopes it’s only the hunger.

Deep down, he suspects that’s not all it is.

But he’s been attempting friendly conversation with other customers in the food court, with the hopes they’ll snap him out of his irritable mood. A few positive interactions, and maybe the tense and heavy stress in his shoulders will ease away. And thus he’d started a chat with another person in line.

In response to Lance’s question, the man in front of him looks up from his phone and smiles weakly over his shoulder. Discomfort makes his fingers twitch as he pushes his glasses up his nose, then makes his dark hair stick to his forehead when he tries to push it off. “Ah,” he starts, “my fiancé. Expensive tastes. No shopping at Target with that one.” He laughs, and it sounds only a little fake, as he pockets his phone in compliance with the idle chit-chat. His laughter draws a beat or two of joy out of Lance. “What about you?” Lance observes him a second, eyes catching on the small rainbow sticker that’s worn and faded on the side of his glasses. A smile unfolds on his lips as he decides he’s safe not changing Keith’s pronouns this time around.

“Same here.” He shrugs. “My husband and I got invited to his brother’s wedding; we’re clothes shopping. I’m the picky one, though.” He squeezes a look of mock guilt between his brows, but unwinds it a moment later. The stranger’s face had lit up the moment Lance said Keith was his husband. At the word husband alone, he had gone from passively interested out of boredom, to wide-grinned and attentive. Lance thinks he looked the same when Shiro first mentioned a boyfriend, too. There’s just something about finding someone like you in a person you wouldn’t expect. “I’m Lance,” he greets, extending a hand.

The stranger eagerly takes it. “Yuuri.” Then the lady at the counter shouts for the next customer and his face contorts with distress. Though he’s at the front of the line, he looks as though he doesn’t want the newfound conversation to end. Like he has more to say. He yelps under his breath as the woman calls for him again. Reluctantly, he turns and scuttles to the counter to make his order, but he lingers after he’s gotten his food. Once Lance also gets his meals and finds a way to balance both his and Keith’s trays, he makes his way over. Yuuri swiftly knocks his glasses up with his wrist—his two trays wobble where he has them teetering on his forearm. “I know this is awkward, but I don’t have many friends here in the U.S., so would you and your husband want to eat with my fiancé and I?”

Makes sense, there is an accent in his voice, though it’s not thick.

Shuffling his trays, Lance nods; Yuuri seems kind, and Lance could use the reassurance that someone other than Keith enjoys his company. Yuuri’s face bunches happily, proudly, and he nods in the direction of his table. Lance follows leisurely, but his mind is elsewhere, as he glances around the dining area in hopes of finding Keith. That’s the trouble with separating from his husband and not having his phone on him. Well, he assumes it will be trouble, except, as he and Yuuri reach the table in question, it seems finding the hothead won’t be much trouble at all.

“Oh, boy,” he hisses, as he sees Keith in a quarrel with a light haired man. That’s bad enough, but when the stranger points aggressively at Keith, Lance notices he has a golden ring that looks strikingly like Yuuri’s. And Yuuri has a wrinkle in his nose like he’s as embarrassed as Lance, like his partner is acting shameful, too.

Of course, just when Lance is trying to make friends with someone, Keith has to go and get in a fight with his fiancé.

Panic seizes Yuuri, and he freezes maybe a foot away from the table. Pinching his nose, Lance huffs. The sour taste of frustration is fresh on his tongue; he wants to cry. Stepping forward, he groans, “Keith, what the hell are you on about?” His husband turns from the fight, the angry wrinkles of his scowl instantly smoothing into a smile, as recognition flits along his lips. Leaning forward to peck Lance’s nose, he takes both trays from Lance.

“Thanks, babe,” he says, and then turns back to Yuuri’s fiancé. “Look, I was here first, so just let me have the table. If it weren’t so crowded, I’d be happy to let you have it, but it is crowded, so buzz off.” Unceremoniously, he drops the trays onto the polished wood. He’s staked his claim. Huffing and dragging out a chair, he tosses himself down to claim that, too. The other man doesn’t back off, though, and he plops into the booth on the other end of the table, eyes narrowing.

“Aw, c’mon,” he says, leaning his elbows on the table to cover as much of the surface of it as possible. Agitation prickles Lance’s nape when Keith scoots a tray forward to push him off. He’s not usually so petty, and Lance can’t begin to piece together what bothered him enough that he decided to pick this fight. “My fiancé just won a skating competition, can’t you cut us some slack? We’re celebrating!” The man turns his head to Yuuri, smiling something forced as he pushes his resistance against Keith’s tray. Also petty. Great combo, Lance wants to mutter sarcastically, and he hates how easily he’s being pushed to breaking down.

Keith grits his teeth, rolls his eyes, looks to Lance, and then nods to Yuuri’s fiancé, as if to say, can you believe this guy? As though Lance will back him up in his unfounded pettiness. Lance will not. He slants his eyebrows downward and juts his bottom lip out in disappointment. Honestly, Keith can’t compromise worth shit.

Lance notices the way Yuuri’s fiancé shifts his face into an instigating expression, like he’s expecting a backlash. Lance finds the calculatedness of it suspicious, but doesn’t say anything before the stranger’s words are matching the provocation in his expression. “What’s your husband done that’s so impressive?”

Oh no.

Lance puts a hand on Keith’s shoulder, as the man immediately riles up. He winces as his husband’s hands clap against the table, and though the dining hall is far too vast and noisy to pick the singular slap out over the clutter of other sounds, Lance can’t help feeling like everyone in the room is suddenly staring at them. A kid walks past, stops to gawk, before his mother drags him away. Apologetically, Lance waves with his free hand, and then he hides his face under his palm; he swears he can’t breathe from the embarrassment. His other hand squeezes Keith’s bicep, requesting, begging him to let the argument go. It’s just a table, for the love of—

Obviously, no one lets anything go. Keith leans over where he’s stationed his arm, looming as much as he can over the light-haired man. “Excuse me? You have no idea what he’s done. He’s fucking amazing, you damn—”

Exasperated, Lance hisses, “Keith.” His husband looks at him briefly, and for a moment, Lance believes he sees Keith smirk through the gaps between his fingers. He clears his throat. “Let it go.” Keith’s line of sight hooks on Lance intensely—the pensiveness in his gaze is impossible to swallow—and he holds it there. Swipes it over the humiliated tears in Lance’s eyes. He sighs, falls back into his seat, and his arms lock across his chest.

“Why the hell should I?” He grabs a fry from the tray, and as he grinds it under his teeth, he wrinkles his nose at Yuuri’s fiancé. “He ought to know how great a shot you are, how compassionate you can be, how strategically you think, how helpful you are, just inherently.” And now Keith is watching Lance intently again, with all that foggy passion. Keith’s eyes are smitten, glazed with love; he snatches Lance’s hand away from his face, so he can swirl his thumb over its knuckles with the same emotion. It makes Lance’s head throb with sweltering heat. His breath is coming out short and choppy, his throat constricts so tight he squeaks. At least, he thinks optimistically (for the first time all day), his swarming irritation isn’t at the forefront of his mind anymore. “You’re handsome and smarter than you give yourself credit for. Oh, and you can win people over so easy! Everyone adores you, like, I mean everyone, and—“

“Okay!” Lance can’t meet his eyes. “Stop, stop, stop! Oh, my God, Keith,” he says, batting his hand around until Keith releases it. “You are just—ohh, you are just so bad. Anarchy. Absolutely, absolutely cruel.” Yuuri snorts into his palm at Lance’s reaction, but Lance doesn’t have the peace of mind to say something bitter to him for it. He’s wholly flushed; Yuuri probably has every right to crack up over him, the pleased panic on his face, the crack in his voice. Yuuri’s fiancé is laughing, too, which makes it indescribably worse. “You’re a menace, Kogane. I’m so angry I could—”

Ever hopeful, Keith leans closer, finishing Lance’s sentence with, “Kiss me?”

“Oh, you wish, Kogane!” There’s a dramatic pout playing on Keith’s face as he falls against the back of his seat once more.

Yuuri’s fiancé pipes up, and Lance cools some when the attention is off of him. “That’s fair, but Yuuri’s still better. He manages to do so much, even when he gets so anxious so easily! Seeing him overcome his self-doubt is so inspiring.” Lance looks at Yuuri, who’s losing his hold on his trays. They teeter, and Lance watches them warily. His gaze flickers from them to the fog on Yuuri’s glasses. Hastily, Yuuri passes the wobbling trays to his fiancé, so he can rub his glasses clean on the collar of his shirt. “He’s won medals; he’s a celebrity. And a cute one, too. He’s got squishy, little cheeks, and a round, little nose—”

“Viktor,” he squeaks, the name dragged long and mortified on his tongue. “Viktor, stop! You’re both awful!” Viktor squints and tilts his head to one side, as though he’s about to argue. Or compliment Yuuri more. “Nope! Stop! We’re all just gonna share the table. No more of this. Say hello to Lance and his husband, our new friends, who we are not going to argue with anymore.”

Placing one palm on the dwindling open table space for balance, Lance throws his other hand as far over the table as he can reach while still pressed close to his sitting husband. Viktor extends his own, expression far more amiable than it had been with Keith. “Nice to meet you,” Lance says, “I heard you’re just as picky with clothes as I am.” Pleasantly, Viktor laughs at the statement, not at all offended.

And then Lance finds two empty chairs at an otherwise full table, asks the people there if he can have them, and drags them back for Yuuri and himself. Viktor gives his booth spot up to his fiancé, though, so Lance and Yuuri end up huddled together to chat at one corner of the table. They mindlessly babble back and forth and exchange funny images in their camera rolls for a bit, while Keith and Viktor are virtually silent on the other end of the table. There’s an understanding in their silence, however, and once the conversation between Yuuri and Lance gets going, they face each other with an unspoken scheme deep in their chests.

Keith and Viktor meet eyes and highfive, low and quiet, under the table, where their partners can’t see. “Pleasure conspiring with you. Sorry I approached you out of the blue like that. And to ask for such a weird favor, too,” Viktor says, tone jovial, as he pretends to listen to the other two men prattle comfortably. “No one would buy it if I told them a fake argument was all it took to make Yuuri feel better about himself.” He places his chin on his palm and he stares fondly at his fiancé. There’s a moment in which Keith only watches him do it, a sort of companionship and friendly fondness warming against his lungs. It’s familiar. The glow on Viktor’s face reminds him of the ache of his own persistent smile, stretching his face whenever he sees Lance. In his head, he sees the way Lance looks at him when he’s listening to Keith tell a story. That’s the look Viktor has. Love is a universal expression, the same soft gaze and curled lips. Keith thinks he likes that. The uniformity of it. The simplicity.

And he lets the same tender smile unfold on his cheeks, turning to his own husband. “Happy to help,” he whispers, curt and simple. He’s unfathomably proud of the shift in Lance’s mood, how much cheerier he looks. The way Lance rolls his head back as he laughs, the skylights drawing a shadow on the table and a ring of white on Lance’s scalp. His vast and blue eyes, crinkled at the corners as Yuuri amuses him with something silly on his phone. His cute, sharp nose, that points upward at the sun while he giggles to himself, like he’s a part of the warmth of the room. Like he’s pointing at his reflection, since his newly found grin is brighter and more pleasant than the sunshine could ever be. Keith knows he’s staring, unashamed and easy to spot, but no embarrassment surfaces in his gut. No, he just sighs at the confident smile on Lance’s face as he shows Yuuri something in his camera roll. Yuuri sputters over the drink he’d been swallowing, wheezing with laughter—Viktor laughs along with—and Lance says something Keith’s too lovestruck to hear. Knowing Lance, it’s probably a meme, though. “I think,” he whispers, and Viktor reluctantly tears his eyes from the duo to watch Keith. “I think Lance needed a boost, too. Look at him.” He’s laughing harder now, eyes twinkling with overjoyed tears. It’s unfair how easily he can clutch the heart in Keith’s chest, steal the coordination in his thoughts, seize the steadiness of his breath. “God.” He shakes and ducks his head, pulse quick.

Viktor seems to understand what Keith’s getting at, seems able to recognize the same shade of love painted over all of Keith’s presence. “To helping the insecure men in our lives,” he whispers, and he holds his paper cup out to Keith. Lifting his head, Keith grabs his own soda and swishes it, so the fizz crackles. He knocks it once against Viktor’s cup, then takes a mouthful through the straw.

He flicks his eyes back to Lance, keeping them there. Keeping them against the delighted wrinkle in his husband’s nose. The rosy tint of a laugh on the tips of his ears. Keith’s heart gets warm when he focuses, when he makes the clamor of the room fade out of his consciousness, so all he can hear is Lance’s uninhibited, radiant sounds as he chuckles. He’s dazzling.

Slowly, with the definition of lovestruck seeping from his every breath, Keith murmurs, “Yeah. To helping the insecure men we love.”

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