#this is the most. ridiculously self indulgent thing thats ever left my body

[prettyboykatsuki]

LET’S! HEAR! ABOUT! THAT! AU!

primmadonna | k. bakugou

➳ cw ;; lapdancing, burlesque dancing, bakugou is the dancer and you are a guest at his spot, ari projecting for so much time, 18+ but nothing explicit, gn!reader, bkg gives u a mild lapdance to the song primadonna by marina in the diamonds

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳ a/n ;; of all the things on my blog, this might be the most niche but frankly i don't care. this might be ooc for him but i am thinking.

You don't mean to pry into the blondes life the way you do.

It's just that he always shop up to your shop the same way. Wearing an oversized coat and smudged make-up, and looking like he's shivering from the cold. He buys a nice cup of coffee and he looks more prickly than you know how to handle.

But you can't help yourself. The graveyard shift at the gas station is so boring and he's always the most interesting, most beautiful thing to come out of left field. He comes up to buy coffee and energy bars, and he's got a little attitude to him when he speaks. Sometimes, when his coat shifts - you swear you see lacy straps but you can never be sure.

He sits and nurses a cup of hot coffee and checks his phone. After that, he eats something small and he leaves. He's only there on Fridays through Saturdays but that's always your shift.

You don't mean to pry, not really anyways. But he's quite the character. He's got the face of a model but the attitude of an angry 9-5 and despite your attempts, you can never understand what he wants or gets up too.

But he talks to you on the rare occasion. Nothing about him or his job, but he'll tell you the smallest details. Tells you that he was running late. Some lights went out at his job, so he went home.

3 weeks into your little encounters, you find it in you to ask. And he laughs, loud and boisterous.

"Fuckin' took you long enough, sweetheart."

He slides you all-black card with an address, and pats it with his 2 fingers.

"Take a shift off, this Saturday. If ya wanna know so bad, at least."

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The follow Saturday you do as he asks. The taxi driver looks you up and down when you see the card. He's been there plenty, but he's not usually driving people who look like you to the show. He does it anyways. Give you the address and tells you to take the first set of stairs down.

You make it past a heavy metal door, down creaky stairs - and at the bottom of them there's a big neon sign and a man so tall and so broad he could kill you. He's got red hair and sharp teeth, and he stands infront of another door.

YUUEI BURLESQUE flashes in a warm magenta. You blink back, does he work here? At the show?

You hand the doorman your card and he gives it on look before giving you a big, gnarly grin.

"You're one of Dynamights fans, huh? Must be that person from the convenience store. Come on in," ― he gives you a light laugh and then winks, opening the doors and ushering you in ― "You're front row" he whispers.

Your eyes go wide and then you see an open chair. A man with green-hair sees you at the bar, and when you meet gazes - he gestures you over. The bar isn't far from the stage, so you walk through tables of drinking patrons. Older men and women mostly, you stick out quite a bit. The guy has big eyes and freckles littered on his cheeks

"You're Kacchans friend." he says more than tells. You realize you don't even know his name but you can only assume that that's true. You nod and he smiles. You watch as he makes you a drink, a long island ice-tea you think.

He hands it to you with a smile, and gestures to a table with a big round table. In the middle of everyone, front and center. It has a white card that has reservations and your name on it. You look at him then at the table.

"Go sit," ― he says, amused with your surprise ― "Shows about to begin."

You stumble over to it. You take a deep breath and take in your surroundings. Music plays on the loud speaker, Frank Sinatra. People talk amongst themselves. There are high ceilings, but no windows. Chandeliers provide all the lights and the carpet is plush. It looks expensive, and you feel so underdressed.

A man comes on stage. He's got short black-hair and a couple of piercings, dressed in dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled and a vest. He has a microphone.

"A full crowd for our favorite dancer, is it? And we have a special guest tonight, if I remember correctly?"

He looks down at you with a warm, cheeky smile. Your eyes go wide, taken aback as he gives you a wink.

"He'll be happy to see you here," ― he comments amused ― "Let's give it up for our favorite dancer, Dynamight!"

Before you know it, the man is walking off-stage. The lights do dim, and stage-lights turn on. You watch as the big red curtains, slightly lift.

When you see it, your mouth goes agape. You think you're choking on your own breath when he comes from behind the curtain. Golden yellow lights fall over your skin and that's when you see him. Your most interesting costume, Dynamight in all of his glory.

Tonight, he's in black. It's a corset tight around his waist. His thighs are thick in the material of garters. His body is covered in crytals and gems, and the lights bounce off the glitter. He looks like artwork, straight out of painting. His lips are painted red, and his lashes are dark. There's nothing all that feminine about his frame. He looks strong and sturdy.

But the shape of his waist is so narrowed, and his hips are a little round and he's got this face on him. You're used to seeing him scowl, but the stage relaxes him. His face is fucking beautiful. He's the prettiest thing you've ever seen in your life.

Music comes on and from behind his hands, he has a big fan of feather that he stretches out. He looks languid as the song comes out. You've never heard it before, but he mouths the lyrics like he wrote them. Your heart jumps into your throat as you watch him.

It's almost devilish. How he looks. How he moves across the stage with the song playing so softly. He looks like a temptation, a sin on legs. He has heels on but he moves in them so easily. You watch him dance, the way he slides and snakes around. He drops into a squat for the middle verse before sliding into being on his knees.

You realize how close you are to the stage when you watch him crawl. On his hands and knees, your eyes meet. He has you pinned under his gaze. He's so fucking mesmerizing.

You watch him intently. You watch as he hops off the edge of the stage, how he moves towards you like a predator. You feel like prey.

You watch him as he drops into your lap. He takes your hands, and lets them rest on his hips, and your mouth drops open. He rolls his neck, throws his head back and if you weren't turned on before, you were now. You swallow something deep in the back of your throat as he gives you a wolfish grin.

"Got you wrapped around my finger, babe - you can count on me to misbehave."

You can watch how he mouths it. How he directs it towards you, his finger on your chin. He leans into your ear, and his voice is so raspy is startles you.

"Meet me back stage."

The song keeps going, and your heart stammers in your chest as you watch him saunter off into the crowd - easily continuing with his number.

You have no idea what you just got yourself into.

[tommiruewrites]

tewkesbury hc's !!

a/n: some of my random (and somewhat self-indulgent) flower boy headcanons after watching enola holmes 2! enjoy :)

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❀ loves the combination of chocolate and orange

❀ just loves citrus in general

❀ favorite color is purple, second favorite blue, third yellow

❀ knows an insane amount about plants and will sometimes randomly spew out a random fact

❀ the two of you are walking down the street, chatting about topics not at all related to nature, and all of a sudden, he's like, "did you know-" {proceeds to tell you the most insanely obscure plant fact ever about a flower you've never even heard of}

❀ loves animals

❀ and he's always so proud of himself for knowing it too

❀ random plant facts are also his go-to conversation starters

❀ is extremely clumsy and constantly knocks things over, trips over his own feet, etc. but all of a sudden, all the clumsiness leaves his body when dancing or fencing ?? he has beef with coordination idk

❀ his favorite flower is the one that reminds him the most of you

❀ he knows the meaning and symbolism of every flower, so he always has a reason or message with each on he gives you

❀ he also looooves poetry

❀ not afraid to pour his heart out to you poetically

❀ but only once you've been close a while, in the beginning he's a hot, awkward mess, tripping over his words left and right

❀ he does much better writing out his feelings at the start

❀ hides poetic notes in your flower bouquets, or leaves pressed flowers in your letters

❀ extremely dramatic

❀ the type of dramatic to claim he's on the brink of death after getting a single paper cut

❀ in fact, he's so dramatic that when little things happen to you, he overreacts for you. what a gentleman

❀ definitely a hopeless romantic 

❀ extremely good with kids

❀ slightly afraid of the dark

❀ his favorites are deer and horses, but he also just loves birds

❀ was a late bloomer when it came to walking, but started talking super early as a baby (it just makes sense okay)

❀ sometimes dances around in his room, alone, pretending he's dancing with you

❀ also practices romantic things to say to you in the mirror

❀ has super fancy-dancy penmanship and makes it look effortless

❀ really likes art, specifically romanticism style paintings

❀ plays the piano beautifully 

❀ also understands latin and is fluent in french because he's fancy

❀ very easily entertained

❀ also has a very short attention span for most things and gets distracted easily

❀ main love language is words of affirmation, followed closely by gift giving and acts of service

❀ loves his hair being played with

❀ owns a journal where he logs each day

❀ absolutely loves jam

❀ avid lover of jasmine tea and green tea

❀ also puts a ridiculous amount of honey in it

❀ oddly afraid of frogs and toads

thats all i can think of for now, hope you enjoyed that. 

side not, posted this on 11/11 at 11:11 my time bc im so cool like that. you're welcome.

[franruto]

sasuke + the mountain goats songs

if this read more doesnt work on mobile im so sorry

so i was thinking about how many tmg songs could be applied to sasuke and i decided to make a list. tmg has an absurd number of songs and im doing this just from my fave albuns + a quick check so this list very probably isnt even complete. also, some of these songs are more sns than just sasuke but o well. if u have suggestions to add lmk

- no children: this might be the most sasuke song ever made. im going to put just the last part here but please listen to the whole song

I am drowning, there is no sign of land You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

- autoclave: i lov this one and all of it is sasuke too so listen to the whole thing

When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn And there's no light anymore and nothing left to burn I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home

- heel turn 2:

Get stomped like a snake Lie down in the dirt Cling to my convictions Even when I get hurt

(...)

Spend too much of my life Now trying to play fair Throw my better self overboard Shoot at him when he comes up for air Come unhinged Get revenge (...) Let all the trash rain down From way up in the rafters I’m walking out of here in one piece Don���t care what comes after Drive the wedge Torch the bridge

- game shows touch our lives: gives me sad sns feelings

Shadows crawled across the living room's length I held onto you with a desperate strength With everything With everything in me And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing On which our survival depends People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends? Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon Everything's going to be okay soon Maybe tomorrow Maybe the next day 

- oceanographer’s choice: this is one so fucking sad, it makes me think about sasuke trying to break his bond with naruto 

I don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away Thought I'd finally beat the feeling back, it all came back today And then we fell down and we locked arms, we knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore Look at that, would you look at that? The way the ceiling starts to swerve What will I do when I don't have you? When I finally get what I deserve

- up the wolves: i really like this one for sasuke & i love john darnielle’s comment on it too so i’m going to include it here. “Part of me wants to say look it's about revenge, but as soon as I say that... no, that's not quite it. Part of me wants to say it's about the satisfaction of not needing revenge... and I say no, thats some new age stuff. I think it's a song about the moment in your quest for revenge when you learn to embrace the futility of it. The moment when you know that the thing you want is ridiculous and pompous and a terrible thing to want anyway. The direction in which you're headed is not the direction in which you want to go, yet you're going to head that way a while longer anyway cause that's just the kind of person you are.”

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll always be a few things, maybe several things That you're going to find really difficult to forgive

(...)

I'm going to get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm going to bribe the officials, I'm going to kill all the judges It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage

- cry for judas: listen............

Some things you do just to see How bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost

(...)

Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave

- outer scorpion squadron: ok this is darnielle’s comment on it again and he says it better than i could: “This is a song (...) for people like me, who have a strong indwelling evidently permanent urge to damage themselves or cut themselves off prior to some accomplishment or arrival at a place of comfort and happiness. I didn't succeed in my goal to not bum everyone out, but... In short, this is a song about trauma, and surviving it”.

If you really want to conjure up a ghost Cultivate a space for the things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake out your position, let your armor fall Stay put 'till they find you, it won't take long at all Rake the sands until they surface Up they come, gone translucent They're coming up no matter what Fools rush in and the doors slam shut Ghosts of my childhood, stay with me, if you will Find a place where there's water, hold you under 'till you're still Rake the sands until they surface Don't let anybody call them ugly 

- the young thousands: ok this one makes me think of pre timeskip sasuke who continues to live in his parents house and also has a lot coming in his future

Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo And the sunlight on the water sets a switch off in your brain The things that you've got coming will consume you There's someone waiting out there in an alley with a chain The ghosts that haunt your building are prepared to take on substance And the dull pain that you live with isn't getting any duller There's a closet full of almost-pristine videotape Documenting sordid little scenes in living color (...) The things that you've got coming will do things that you're afraid to There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises The ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe They scan the hallways nightly vainly searching for a sign

- hebrews 11:40: this is one of my faves tmg lyrics. think sasuke w/ orochimaru period

Bright candles in the manor Where the curse takes hold Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl Make your own friends when the world's gone cold It gets dark and then I feel certain I am going to rise again If not by faith, then by the sword I'm going to be restored Build fires to keep the beacon flashing where the earth lies flat Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down, invent my own family if it comes to that Hold them close, hold them near Tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here

- deuteronomy 2:10: this one is esp relevant bc of The Last Uchiha stuff

Feel in my bones just what the future has in store

I pace in circles So the camera will see Look hard at my stripes There'll be no more after me

I have no fear of anyone I'm dumb and wild and free I am a flightless bird And there'll be no more after me

I sang all night The moon shone on me through the trees No brothers left And there'll be no more after me

- absolute lithops effect: i like to think of this one as sasuke healing

After one long season of waiting After one long season of wanting I am breaking open My insides are pink and raw And it hurts me when I move my jaw But I am taking tiny steps forward

After one blind season alone in here After one long, sweltering summer I'm going to find the exit And I will go to the house of a friend I know And I will let myself forget With a little water and a little bit of sunlight And a little bit of tender mercy, tender mercy

- rain in soho: i might just be indulging here because i listen to this song 10 times a day and its overall feel reminds me of sasuke

No promise sweeter than a blood pact Nothing harder to go through with than a vanishing act No morning colder than the first frost No friends closer than the ones we've lost Nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth Nothing harder than the gospel truth Though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice You can't cross the same river twice

(...)

No town more barren than our town No haven safer than the one they tore down No greater love than to lay my life down for a friend No sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end

ok so this is the moment where i give up because holy shit. some honorable mentions that im too lazy to go into detail (keep in mind some of those have just like one line that reminds me sasuke): this year, the house that dripped blood, old college try, choked out (i SWEAR no double meaning intended), prowl great cain, magpie, heretic pride, all up the seething coast

@yondaiime hello im tagging u here