#we need have two ‘formal attire’ dinners

[thursdayg1rl]

i have no idea what I’m going to wear on this holiday btw..

[peachsukii]

Hiii just thinking about Bakugo x reader where reader’s in danger from a villain attack and Bakugo saves her heheh. And then the media’s eating it up like 😭😭

this is such a cute idea!! ✨

Accidental Damage

『♡』  pro-hero support fem!reader x pro-hero��bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | secret bf/gf ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: you've been swamped with work as a pro-hero support engineer, pushing 80 hour weeks over the busy season, and finally have a day off! bakugo, however, isn't so lucky and ends up getting called in for an emergency patrol during your movie date. instead of sitting at home, you decide to treat yourself and head out into the city. turns out, you probably should have stayed home...considering the fashion district you frequently visit was the villain-of-the-week's choice of attack. tags & warnings: mild violence, anxiety, cursing | lovers (bf/gf), fluff, emotional comfort, physical hurt, protective bakugo, reader doesn't have a quirk, reader's a badass, accidental pda, oops the secret's out now, bakugo treats reader like a princess a/n: wanted to change up the dynamic a little and make reader & bakugo secretly date from opposing sides of the hero world! i'd love to see more of the support class tbh ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,890 ꒱

It’s your day off! After working endless hours for the past month, you’re finally free of the frenzy of Support Request busy season. Spring is often the time that most heroes submit their upgrade and repair requests to their agency’s support team, resulting in a non-stop effort to get through everything in a timely manner. The agency doesn’t want to be responsible for a hero not being able to perform their patrol duties from malfunctioning hero attire.

The original plan of the day was to spend it in your apartment, watching movies with your bombastic hero of a boyfriend - Dynamight. Unfortunately, just like 9 out of 10 other times, he was called out on an emergency shift to cover for someone else.

Being the girlfriend of the number 6 hero wasn’t easy, especially because no one knew you two were even together.

The two of you attended UA High together in separate classes - Class A and Class H. You knew of one another, but never had a chance to talk outside of the occasional ‘hey.’ After graduating from UA, the two of you happen to be hired to the same agency in Tokyo as you were assigned to his support team. A few late night dinners, long phone calls, and plenty of flirty banter later, you started quietly dating the explosive hero. It’s been about two years and you’re happy as can be - secret or not. It wasn’t for any purpose other than to keep the media out of Bakugo’s personal life and focused on his hero career as it was common for the public to become judgmental and fans to get…protective, to say the least. The last thing you wanted to do was to risk his ranking or public image for the sake of labeling him as "taken."

───

"Oh god fuckin' dammit," Bakugo cursed as his phone rang on loop, vibrating to the edge of the coffee table. Removing his arm from your waist, he frustratingly snatched it from the table before the final ring. You caught a glimpse of the caller ID before he answered and left the couch.

AGENCY EMERGENCY LINE

Aww...we just started the movie, you thought, disappointed in the timing.

It was unavoidable, though, considering he was in the top 10 of the pro hero circuit in a record amount of time after graduating from UA. He was damn good at his job and worked his ass off to get where he is today. You're so proud of him and all he's accomplished, but that doesn't mean that you hate how often they pull him back into work on his days off. He hates it just as much as you do.

You overhear a bit of the conversation as he moved to the hallway to take the call.

"Dynamight, we need to you to assist..."

"Spare me the damn formalities and just tell me where the hell you're sending me."

"It's downtown, sector 24, you'll be going along side..."

That's all you heard before he was out of earshot.

You never held it against Bakugo whenever this would happen, it wasn't his fault at all, he had a job to do and he was needed - that's all it was.

He returned from the hallway, a scowl on his face as he plopped onto the cushion next to you. You already know what he's about to say.

"I'm sorry sweets, I gotta go back to work." He leans over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "What a fuckin' week. Been lookin' forward to finally sitting at home."

You frown as you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "It's okay, the world needs the great Dynamight."

Bakugo groans in defeat, leaving the couch to run for the door. He's about to put his shoes on and grab his keys before he pauses, dropping his boots in the entryway and skipping back over to the couch. He bends over the arm and sits awkwardly on it as he grabs your chin, turning your face to his. He places a kiss to your lips and it leaves you breathless, like always.

“Love you, sweetheart,” he purrs, finger brushing along the top of your cheek.

“Love you too, Kats,” you respond quietly as his hand leaves your cheek. “Be safe, text me when you head home.”

He grabs his keys and wallet from the entryway, shuffling through it and placing his credit card back onto the table.

"Leavin' my card for you to take, baby. Go buy somethin' pretty for yourself."

And just like that, he's out the door and on his way back to the agency for the fifth time this week.

───

Bakugo had a habit of not letting you pay for almost anything, no matter how much you protested against him - it was one of his ways of showing his love for you. He would often scold you for having somewhat of an overspending problem, but your motto was always “money comes back!” He’d roll his eyes and hand you his credit card, preferring to spoil you instead of letting you drag yourself into debt. You learned to stop refusing his offer to pay for things a few months into your relationship, knowing full well he'd never back down after he'd steal your card out of your hands or swap it for his when you weren't looking.

Might as well take him up on his offer and go shopping!

Strolling down one of the main streets of the fashion district, you pop into one of your favorite clothing boutiques to browse around. It's busy for a Sunday afternoon, but the crowds don't bother you. Whenever you came here, Bakugo would often wait a street or two over to avoid said crowds. He hated them, but never wanted to leave you alone, so he'd tag along in ways that made him comfortable.

You're flipping through a sales rack outside of the store when a sudden rumbling in the street catches your attention. An earthquake, maybe? A couple of people around you notice as well and stop what they’re doing to focus on the vibrations. A moment later, the street becomes riddled with panic as the entire crowd is rushing in the opposite direction.

Of course a villain would show up to ruin your shopping trip.

You always make sure for these type of scenarios that you keep a spare gadget in your bag for protection. Bakugo wasn’t satisfied with you carrying just a normal self defense weapon, so he helped (more so forced you to) craft a device that would allow you to “save your own quirk-less ass” if push came to shove. He knew how talented you were and dedicated to your craft, always thinking up new gadgets and drawing plans off the clock. He wanted to encourage you to create your own genius contraption rather than solely making things for the heroes around you.

Digging through your bag, you grab onto the make-shift object that resembles a pair of bracelets. You slip them on and push the buttons on the underside of each bangle - activating the mechanism inside. They cover your hands in a binding of metals that resemble armored gloves and crawl up your forearms and end at your elbows.

Time to see what these babies can do!

You laugh to yourself at the thought of calling your creations "babies." It fondly reminds you of Hatsume and how she would be ecstatic over her piles of support items she's constructed, constantly flailing around the support classroom with glee.

Your attention is roughly brought back to the villain landing a few stores away from you as a giant gust of wind forces remaining civilians out of his way. He's sporting a jetpack-like bag on his back, motorized arms poking out of it like a spider. He spots you out of the corner of his eye, immediately curious about your support gear.

"Oh? What do we have here?" He questions, gesturing in your direction. "Those look too high and mighty for a girl your size. Are you even a hero?"

You know he's trying to antagonize you and get under your skin, and unfortunately, it works. But if you can keep him distracted until a hero shows, he'll do less damage to the area and you can prevent unnecessary causalities.

"Who needs a hero when a 'normie' like me can kick your ass with my bare fists?" you instigate, praying that'll convince him to shift his full attention to you. It does, aggressively launching himself in your direction with his...spider legs?...and lands in front of you, bending over to level his eyes with yours.

"Those are some brave words for a bug like you."

You take a deep breath, steadying your stance before landing a swift right hook to his jaw, sending him soaring into the street. Your gloves make a soft hiss as they release the energy stored inside them.

Yes! God, that felt good. Is this how Kat feels?!

The villain clamors to his feet, seething with rage as he readjusts his set of translucent goggles.

"You little bitch!"

You brace yourself for impact by crossing the gloves in front of you, summoning a temporary energetic barrier to guard against his attack. The force sends you stumbling backwards, falling straight on your ass as you roll out of the way of a robot leg slamming down next to you.

Just keep moving, don't stop moving, remember what Kat taught you!

You're extremely thankful in this moment that Bakugo practically forced you to train with him. He was adamant on you having basic fighting ability - hand to hand combat, some karate, self-defense moves, and more importantly, staying in shape to outrun any villains. He didn't think you were incapable of handling yourself, he just wanted you to be able to kick some ass while doing it.

As you're zigzagging the villain, dozens of cameramen and reporters are flooding the scene, desperate to get the 'first look' on the details of the commotion. Your tunnel vision on the current threat in front of you keeps you busy, not noticing the massive media crowd forming around you on both ends of the street.

The villain jumps up, catching you off guard as he lands behind you, smacking you in the back with a robot arm with a loud thwap that sends you careening into a clothing rack on the street. A collective gasp is heard from the peanut gallery, clamoring over your safety for 'views.'

You may or may not have hit your head - unsure if you're dizzy from the fall or a potential concussion. Shaking yourself out of the haze, you scramble away from a follow-up attack from one of his mechanized tendrils.

"Aw, are you backing away from the fight you started?!" He taunts, arrogantly laughing at your defensive maneuvers.

In the distance, you begin to hear soft booms echo through the air, steadily growing in volume. You knew exactly who was rushing to the scene.

Oh buddy, now you're fucked.

You can't help the devilish smirk that crosses your lips, anticipating your hero boyfriend to show up and blow this guy into the pavement. In the interim, you have one final trick up your sleeve - literally - to give this guy a pre-beatdown of your own.

"Nah, just wearing you down so I can knock your ass out!" you boast, channeling your best "hero" speech.

With a few taps of your fingers on the metal gripping your forearms, the gloves begin to channel energy into the palms of your hands, lighting up with blue sparks as it charged. You needed an extra 15 seconds before they were ready to burst. The villain notices, swiping at your feet to knock you down before you can properly dodge. The breath is knocked from your lungs and leaves you gasping for air.

Boom, boom...boom!

You can tell Bakugo's almost here as the explosions get louder with each burst.

Just 5 more seconds...

"Yo, spider-freak!" Bakugo roars from atop a nearby building. "We can do this th' easy way or hard way. Your choice, jackass!"

He hasn't noticed you yet as your gloves begin to beep, signaling the charge is ready for use.

Perfect timing.

Getting to your feet is more of a struggle than anticipated as you're still recovering from the previous strike. Wobbling on jelly legs, you plant your feet solidly on the pavement to the best of your ability, bring your hands up in front of you and aim your palms at the villain. Your loud cackle catches Bakugo’s attention, sending a panic coursing through his veins as he finally sees you - shaking like a leaf with a grin on your face.

What the fuck is she doing?!

His train of thought is interrupted by your gloves firing off a massive burst of energy, hitting the villain square in the chest and slamming him into the ground, shattering his robotic accessories in the process.

Holy shit, those fuckers work after all.

Bakugo can't help but snort at your ballsy attempt to hold down the villain, feeling simultaneously proud and scared shitless that you'd put yourself in the middle of harms way for strangers - just like himself. He's blasting off the building and down to the street to wrap up what's left of this D-lister villain.

The blowback from the gloves, however, is way harder to handle than anticipated. As the gloves emit vapor and a sharp hissing noise, you're sent teetering backward, tumbling across the street until your body skids to a halt.

───

Everything fucking hurts.

But holy shit, that was exhilarating.

There's sirens in the distance while you lay there, signaling that they're more than likely surrounding the asshole and taking him into custody. You groan and grumble while sitting up, propping yourself up on your elbows as a loud thud lands at your feet.

You know the sound of those boots anywhere.

"Dynamight?" you feign, pretending to be distressed after the fight. "Oh, you showed up at the perfect -,"

He cuts you off with a sharp quip, his voice gruff with a playful tone. "Shut the fuck up."

Bakugo crouches down as he's grabbing your wrists and hoisting you up onto your feet. He holds onto you for a moment while you get your bearings, wobbling like a baby deer. Once you're steady, he pulls you flush to his body and cups your chin in his gloved hand. Before you can protest his movements, he swoops down and your lips meet.

He's kissing you.

In the middle of the street.

In front of every single press company in the city.

In public.

You squeak against his lips, putting your hands on his chest to create space between the two of you as you pull away. He's perplexed at your hesitation until the realization whips him back to reality.

"Fuck!" Bakugo snarled, a pink blush creeping up the back of his neck. He was too caught up in the moment with adoration over your bravery that he...forgot he was on duty.

Cameras and reporters are rushing over, shouting a million different questions at the two of you.

"Miss! Are you a hero, too? What's your name?"

"Are you Dynamight's side-kick?"

"Dynamight, you saved the city once again! Who is this young lady in relation to you?"

"Are you worried this will affect your reputation with your supporters?"

"God, the agency is gonna fuckin' hate me for this," he growls.

Oh no. You just inadvertently tainted his reputation. He might get demoted...if only you had just stayed home today.

Bakugo turns toward the thousands of camera flashes and video cameras, arm slung around your shoulder.

"This is y/n, she's a support engineer from my agency and saved your asses today," he says confidently. "And she's my girlfriend, so don't get any wrong ideas about it."

What?!

The mob of media personnel begin speaking all at once to Bakugo again, shouting question after question.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Is she in training to be a hero, too?"

"That device was impressive! How did you manufacture it?"

"Do you have a quirk?"

You're standing there, dumbfounded that Bakugo just openly admitted to your relationship on live TV and to news reporters. You can't help but flush red over the barrage of questions, not used to this kind of interrogation in your line of support work.

He sighs, shaking his head as he removes his arm from your shoulder and moving to hold your hand.

"Quit it the questions, we're leaving."

With that, he parts through the crowd with you following behind, crossing over to the other street before letting go of your hand.

"Katsuki...are you sure you’re okay with this?" you ask timidly, aware that you can't take back what he said.

"Idiot, I don't lie about things like that. Now I get to show off my perfect princess."

You say nothing in return, just quietly squeal and do a little happy dance.

Perfect princess.

"Let's get your stubborn ass to the medical team, you look like shit," he teases, poking you in the forehead. "And we should probably tone back the output on those gauntlets, that coulda killed somebody - or you."

You hum in acknowledgement and follow him down the street, heading back to the agency together.

think of the gloves as, like, ironman suit type gear? how you can just pop them on and use them as enhanced fighting gear. hehe, a cute little panic fluff is always fun. thanks much again to @queenpiranhadon for the prompt!! 💜

Divider by : @/saradika

[thoughtsforsoob]

txt meets their s/o's parents/family + how they react!

a/n: hello! I'm back again with a txt post this time! I hope you enjoy it. Again, requests are always welcomed and encouraged! I hope you enjoy this work! (ps. I don't have any siblings so I will not be mentioning them! I’m so sorry!)

Yeonjun <3

GENTLEMAN! He’s such a sweetheart and does his absolute best to win over your parents. He wants to build a close relationship with them so they can trust him to take care of you. He’s so excited when you tell him your parents want to meet him that he’s practically jumping up and down to the ceiling. He immediately starts to ask you 100 questions about what to wear, what gifts to take, what to talk about, etc… you two have a nice talk and figure out everything in the following days. You two decided to make a dessert to take and it became a little date the night before. Since you want you two for breakfast, you two wake up at a decent hour, get dressed and head out the door with everything. He makes a great impression with all the thoughtful details such as the gifts and the dessert. Trust that he’ll build a beautiful connection with them. 

Soobin <3

We all know this man is a shy introvert! Just the thought of meeting your parents makes his tummy twist a little. He desperately doesn’t want to mess up their first impression of him because he wants their approval so bad! How else will he marry you someday if he has a horrible first impression?! He dresses up all cute in his little button up and slacks and fancy shoes. He orders an elegant flower arrangement for your parents and brings them some pastries from a cafe you both go to often. As you could probably already guess, he is super polite and sweet, making sure to take advantage of his doughy cheeks and gentle smile. 

Beomgyu <3

Omg keep this menace away from your parents as long as possible. Jkjk. On a serious note, he would be so confident beforehand, talking up how he’s going to wow them. He dresses up casually, talking about how ‘they’ll fall in love with my personality! Why do I have to dress up?’ After some coaxing, he dresses in something a little more formal. His whole demeanor does a giant 180 when he’s driving you to their home. “Baby…what if they hate me? What if they don’t like the gifts i bought ??” cue you having to calm him and his rambling down. Once you get him to their house and he’s met them, he gets comfortable. He leaves your house with the numbers of both your parents and they start to bond, making you question if you were their child or if it was beomgyu.

Taehyun <3

An absolute dream. He’s so handsome and dreamy and responsible, aka, the definition of: guy you want to take to meet your parents. He makes sure to pick fancy presents for both of your parents and makes sure to ask your opinion on every single little detail. He decided that you both would host the meeting dinner in your shared apartment so he wanted everything to be clean and perfect (picture taehyun in a little apron the day before, making sure the apartment is spotless and well organized). You both set the table with a yummy smelling candle, pretty tablecloth and everything else needed. Taehyun and you have such a fun time setting up and cooking beforehand! Once they arrive, he makes sure they feel at home. He even got them cute little slippers to change into! He makes sure to assure them you two are doing well and that he will always take care of you. What parents wouldn’t feel comforted by those words?

Heuning Kai <3

This cutie is so excited but when the time comes, he’s extremely shy around your parents. He decided to take it upon himself to make reservations at a really nice place in town in hopes that your parents would be impressed. When it comes to his attire…you had been asking him all week what he was going to wear but he wouldn’t tell you .The day of, you find out he’s wearing A WHOLE SUIT!! You had to beg him to wear something a little less formal and he finally agreed. “Im sorry but i just don’t want to dress down and then they think they’re not important to me! I wanna look good!” You give him a compromise and you two wear matching colors. You two arrive at the restaurant and then your parents show up and he’s breaking a sweat shaking their hands, eventually just going all in for hugs. He brings them each a little individualized gift, which you helped him pick out. He is good at bringing a fun atmosphere to the table and there isn’t a single dull of awkward moment between you four.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

University Romance

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x fem!Reader

part four; three, two, one

!MDNI!

wc: 2.1 K

summary: You and Johnny are two professors at a university, and he often catches you working late in your office. Also, you're just really good friends and there's probably more to it.

warnings: 'crazy' chemistry professor Soap, no y/n used, Johnny and Reader are about the same age, hickeys, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: welcome to the final part of it! decided to spoil you guys a little bit with smut, I'm tired from their constant pining, so here you go. Enjoy!

The restaurant looked actually really cosy from the outside as you‘re waiting for Johnny to arrive. After not even a minute, he shows up and looks absolutely handsome. You don‘t remember the last time you‘ve seen him in more formal clothing, the formal yet casual attire brings out his well-sculpted muscles. Trying not to stare, you pretend to check your phone for any messages before he is right in front of you, tapping your shoulder with a small smile.

»You there? Please don‘t tell me you‘re gonna spend the entire time looking at your phone. You‘re gonna miss out on the view.«

What is he doing to you? Is this on purpose? Is he still standing in front of you? Judging from the way his subtle cologne still wavers in the air, he is still standing right in front of you. With a small sigh to ease your nerves, you put your phone away into your purse, mustering your eyes at him.

»Relax, I‘m not missing out on our hangout.« You answer back with a small smile and notice his expression falter for a moment at your words. He recovers quick though, and you both get inside the new restaurant, being greeted by dim lights that create a warm and cosy atmosphere around. The waiter leads you both to a table for two in a far corner, glad you can have some sort of privacy in that corner.

You were about to sit down when he gets behind you, pulling the chair out for you, doing the overly cheesy gentleman move. It forces a small chuckle out of you, trying to tell him that you can do this yourself, but he doesn‘t care. You really try not to think too much about it and just see it as a friendly way of messing with each other, but he seems completely serious about it.

Okay, you are confused. He is claiming he will pay for everything tonight, so don‘t bother taking your purse out at all. What is this about? Did he do something and is trying to cover it up by being so sweet? There‘s no way, he is doing too much.

»Sorry, did I miss something? What is this all about?«

You finally manage to ask during the dinner, the food on the table being the only thing actually calming your nerves and making it seem like a normal hangout to you.

»What? Nothing, what do you mean? I‘m just treating you tonight.«

Obviously, you don‘t buy it and tilt your head at him, making him purse his lips almost sheepishly.

»Okay, be honest, Johnny. You‘re being too sweet right now.«

Your table falls into a brief moment of silence; the background noises from the other guests eating and talking fill the silence softly.

»I‘m.. I am bad at this, but I actually tried to ask you out. Back then, at your dad after the grill. This was supposed to be a date, but I guess I didn‘t express myself correctly.«

Processing his words is difficult. He tried to ask you out, and you were too stupid to realise. This is your love life, wow. It could also very well be a very bad romcom. It‘s humiliating, really.

»We don‘t need to pretend this is a date though, I probably overstepped with being… so overbearing.«

»No! No, don‘t apologise, I should be the one to apologise. Actually, now that I think about it, I missed so many signs...«

Johnny‘s heart beats probably faster than a racing car drives as he listens to you, trying to focus on the words you say instead of focussing on how gorgeous you look in the dim light right now. Finally, he snaps back and tries to reassure you, a sheepish and dorky smile threatening to form on his face.

»It‘s totally fine, I‘m a patient man after all.« His audacity to throw a little tease into this is unmatched. But it helps to ease the tension and bring a small smile onto your face, looking down to your lap for a moment.

»So, this was a date all along?«

He nods slowly at your question, watching your reaction closely as he does so. You‘re not sure who is more nervous at the moment, feeling like a high school couple right now.

»Well, if you‘re not comfortable- «

»No, no, I‘m okay with that! Promise.«

Johnny smile brightens, and for a moment, he is unsure of what to do or say next. The silence doesn‘t last long though, as you get to talk more freely with each other once it‘s settled, feeling butterlies across your whole body the entire time. It‘s such a nice feeling to know someone you certainly cherish and care for feels the same about you and probably even more. The rest of the dinner is spent with more loving looks and soft gazes, lingering touches on each other‘s hands over the table, resulting in following him back to his home.

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Big hands cup your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom, not wasting any time on exploring your soft lips with his own. He doesn‘t care that he is being a little messy with you, it feels perfect and right to be with you like this. With a soft thud, you land on the cushions of his bed, enveloping you in the faint scent of his cologne and the distinct smell of the musky but inviting smell of him. It‘s enough to get you going even more, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to keep him as close as possible while making out. Your lips move against the other in a rather frantic rhythm, subtle sounds of lips smacking echoing in the dark room.

With a small sigh, he breaks the kiss and trails his lips down your throat; leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on your delicate skin. You loose your grip around his neck, trailing your hands down his arms, all the way to his shoulder blades. It leaves goosebumps and electrifying shockwaves through him, resulting in him groaning lowly against your neck. That, however, only caused for you to shiver lightly and attempt not to hum back in response.

His kisses trail down to your collabones, gently gracing his teeth against the sensitive skin before tugging at your collar and works on unbuttoning your shirt. Of course you let him, helping him with the process, starting to get impatient and wanting more from him. His touch is addicting, his scent is intoxicating and the way he feels against your body… you can‘t get enough.

Soon, you are both almost fully exposed, Johnny hovering over you again, and trying to keep at least a little of his sanity under control.

»Tell me, how bad do you want me?«

»Johnny, not now...« You sigh out, hands trailing up his well-built chest, sounding way more needy than you wanted to be.

»Impatient, hm? Just tell me you need me. Please.« He also sounds more desperate than you‘ve ever heard him speak, especially to you. What he demands only makes your cheeks grow even more rosy, putting on a darker tint of pink across your face. Thankfully the room is fairly dark, even though you wish you could see more of him.

»Need you, Johnny...now.«

It seems like he crumbles at your words, resting his forehead against your shoulder before he collects himself and moves down your body.

»Fuck, always wanted to hear tha‘ from you.« He mutters as he traces his hands down your bare sides, settling down between your legs and gently pries them apart. You lean up on your elbows to watch, feeling another rush of adrenaline at him being right in between your legs, feeling his hot breath against your legs and aching core.

His fingers tease at the seam of your panties, eyes focused on your whole form. The material of your panties are more than soaked after all the making out and hot touches across your body, not sure how long you will last with him like this.

Your thighs are being pushed back with his hands after discarding your last piece of clothing, laying down flat on your back for him. He wants as much access as possible on you, humming lowly at the sight of your dripping cunt. A sharp gasp leaves you as soon as his tongue meets the sweet and messy bundle of nerves, bucking your hips into him without meaning to. More gasps and pants leave you as he gets more intense, his tongue pushing and putting more pressure against you, making you a breathless mess underneath him. You grip tightly onto his sheets, thighs trembling around his head.

He seems like a madman, thirsty for any amount of slick he can slurp from you, the sounds becoming more obscene and embarrassing for you. Johnny doesn‘t mind one bit, in fact he seems to be enjoying this more than you. Finally getting to taste you, smell you, please you as he dreamed of.

His big hands tighten their grip around your thighs, making sure you don‘t clamp your legs around his head and suffocate him. Even when he would be more than happy to die that way…

It feels like you are growing closer to edge, moans getting high-pitched while one hand finds his head, urging him to keep going.

Johnny groans against you, nose nudging against your clit as his tongue works on you and brings you over the edge. With a final thrust of his tongue, you gasp and clamp around nothing, your grip around the sheets being even stronger than before. You become a babbling mess, thanking him and saying something about feeling good while you bask in the shockwaves of the climax, moaning and shaking under him.

Johnny lets you ride out your high on his tongue, probably as satisfied as you, if not more. He cleans up any cum that drips from you, making sure there is nothing left, even when he still wants to lap at you even then.

»You okay?« He asks more softly and massages your thighs gently, watching your fucked out expression as come down from your high. You can‘t respond verbally, but you give him a thumbs up, receiving an amused snort from him. He moves off from between your legs and settles on the bed beside you, brushing out some hair sticking to your forehead.

Once he lays down beside you, you realise that only you received pleasure. You want to make him feel good too.

»We can… go on. If you want.« Johnny snaps out of his stare, his hand still resting by your stomach as he traces small circles into it.

»No need to. I don‘t have any protection with me anyway.«

You‘re not sure why, but you feel slightly disappointed at his words. But that he is responsible enough and neglects his own pleasure for both of your safety is enough to warm your heart again in a strange way.

You end up falling asleep after he cleans the mess up from between your legs, cuddling up in each other‘s arms, under the comfort of his blanket. And that was probably the best sleep you‘ve ever had, safe in his warm embrace after he took such good care of you.

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The next morning, you wake up to Johnny sleeping over your whole body, legs entangled with yours, and arms trapping you underneath him. You trail your hands up and down his back, nails lightly scratching against his bare skin, which causes him to stirr lightly.

After some longer moments, he seems to finally wake up and shift on top of you to get comfortable again.

»You are heavy.« You mumble out from underneath him, making him let out a groggy groan as he rolls off you but keeps his arm over your middle. The room is quiet again, save for the slow and gentle breathing from both of you.

»What time is it?« Johnny huffs out as you crawl over him to his nightstand, taking a look at the digital clock on it.

9:53 AM

No way. You overslept. Both, for that matter.

»John- Johnny, c‘mon, we need to get ready.«

You urge hushed, shaking his shoulder with your hand as you sit up beside him. He doesn‘t move as much though and only grumbles something under his breath before he searches his hand for you. He manages to grip your thigh gently, squeezing softly in a lazy attempt to calm you.

»Relax… no one cares anyway, and you never missed a day before.«

He mumbles softly, still laying on his stomach, but eyes on you. ----

Redcrest High University, Monday 9:53 AM

»Seems like those two won‘t appear today, huh?«

»Finally. I was getting sick just from watching Mctavish‘s puppy eyes. Good thing they are catching a break.«

Professor Garrick answers to the biology prof, earning a nod from the other. ----

Johnny‘s bed, Moday 9:54 AM

You soften at his touch and words, sighing out and finally settle down beside him once more.

»Don‘t tell me you wouldn‘t want to spend more time with me and instead go to work.« He shifts to get closer, pulling you close to his chest. His words make you shake your head, nuzzling into him in return.

»Wouldn‘t dream of it.«

You mumble back softly to him, making him smile and squeeze your waist with his arms.

a/n: I really hope you enjoyed this very small series, I didn't plan on writing some smut, but decided it would only be fair and also wanted to try out how well I can write that (it was really hard typing with one hand okay). thanks for reading!

[redheadspark]

Could you do number 1 with Jack Russell from Werewolf By Night?

A/N - I love this, thanks for requesting this! Enjoy!

Tie

Summary - A simple gesture meant the world to Jack.

Warnings - Angst and fluff together

“Jack, your tie looks appalling,”

“What do you mean, Amor?” 

You chuckled as you gestured to the crooked tie he was attempting to fix, seeing his reflection through the mirror and how he was looking a bit flustered.  His hair was growing in a bit on the back of his neck, showing the salt and pepper that was creeping through in his brown locks and the stubble that he was growing in as well.  Some of the Knicks and scars from old jobs and close calls were seen on his skin, but your eyes were mostly on the poor attempt of using a tie.

“Here, let me see,” You hummed having Jack turn around to face you while you were starting to work on his tie.  He watched you with a raised brow, you adjusting in the right spots with nimble fingers, and with no hesitation you then smoothed out his shirt and tie with your fingers.

“Where did you learn how to tie a tie?” He asked, you giving him a questioning look as he threw up his hands in defense, “Merely wondering, my love,”

“My father,” You replied with a soft smile, “I watched him dress himself all the time for his job, and he helped my brother when he was applying for jobs and internships.  Thankfully, he never had to worry about that for me,”

“Ah,” Jack replied, though you rolled your eyes at him.

“Monster hunting does not include wearing formal attire,” You joked, then taking a few steps back to see your handiwork on Jack.  He laughed at the remark as you tilted your head in his direction, "There, now you look decent,”

“Hey!” He replied, you about to move away from him reaching out to you to pull you in his arms.  Yet he was still too fast, his arms going around you far too quickly to tuck you in close and kiss you softly.  You melted in his embrace, framing his face in your hands and kissing him back just as softly.  Having this small bubble of a moment with him was sacred, given you two were busy killing monsters around the world and trying not to get killed as well.  But you two made it work, and you pulled away to lightly slap him on the chest.

“We need to head to the dinner before my parents think we flaked!  Come on then,” You hummed, reaching up to wipe away the lipstick that was left behind on his chin.  Jack laughed, reaching for both of the coats in hand.

“I happen to like your father, and I would rather not be late…again,” He joked, making you snort in agreement.  

“You’ll never forget that, will you?” You asked him coyly as he held open the front door for you to go through. 

“Never,” He replied.

“Here, Jack.  I got you,” 

Seeing Jack looking worn down to the bone and on the verge of tears made you swiftly move over to him, adjusting his tie without needing to say another word.  His black suit made him look pale, as well as the dark circle under his eyes and the worn-down appearance along his skin and in his cheeks.  The last few hours were hell for him, for you both really, but mostly for him simply because the loss was brutal for him.

Death was always around the pair of you, given your job and what you had to do.  But that was with monsters and undeserving criminals, it was second nature to the pair of you since you’ve done it for so long.  But this was different, this was a family member who died of a sudden heart attack.

It was Jack’s father, who died young and left his son in the world.

You both got the call late in the night when you two were in Paris, both celebrating your anniversary together as a couple and finishing a massive job that you both took on together.  Jack was devastated to hear his sister on the other line, you rearranged your flights while he and his sister spoke on the phone and made sure your flights would get back in time for Jack to see his family and help arrange the funeral.  You met his dad some time ago when Jack wanted to properly introduce you to his family, you see where Jack got his charisma and heart of gold from.  You even thought of him as a surrogate father of sorts since your own father left you and your mother when you were a baby.  

It might have hurt you, but it was worse for Jack who lost his father.

The funeral was within 30 minutes, a small gathering that only consisted of family and a handful of his close friends since Jack’s father was more of an introvert than anything.  Jack pulled some money together to pay for the funeral and all of the expenses, not wanting to burden his mother and sister.  You also contributed some money from your own stash, thinking it was the best thing to do.  The rest of the family and the guests were already getting ready to sit down in the chapel as you finished helping Jack with his tie.  

He was so still like a corpse, he was a corpse in that moment as his eyes were cast down and his hands were clutched tight at his sides.  You watched him for a moment, feeling beyond terrible that you had no real way to fully take the pain away from him.  To bring back the kind and gentle Jack that you knew and fell in love with so long ago and yet it seemed like yesterday.  

With a crooked chin, you gently nudged his chin to have him look up at you.  You saw the pain in his bright eyes, and it made you softly smile at him to give him some sense of familiarity.

“I love you, Jack,” You voiced to him calmly, feeling him reach and cup your elbows in his hands as you spoke again, “We can make it through today, okay?  I’ll be right next to you the whole time,”

He sniffled and nodded his head, trying to not let any more tears fall as he finally found his voice for the first time since you two made it to the chapel, “Thank you for being my rock in this, Amor—“

“I’ll always be your rock, you never have to thank me,” You explained, Jack leaning in to kiss you passionately, you feel the emotion in his kiss and how he kept you close in his arms.  You would stand next to him throughout the service, hold his hand when you knew it was getting hard for him, and hold him close that night in your shared bed as he cried in your embrace.  

In the end, he would come out of the other side a bit stronger 

“Amor!  I need your help!”

“Are we not supposed to see each other beforehand?”

“Since when are we traditional in anything we do?”

“…fair.  Alright then,”

You walked over to the double doors that were closed, opening one door slightly to see Jack standing in front of you with his skinny tie in hand and a massive smile on his face.  You blushed as he eyed the white dress you were wearing, his eye going big for a slight moment while you took his tie from his hand.

“You’re heavenly,” he voiced in a breath as you started to get the tie ready around his neck, “Very radiant and nearly glowing,”

“I think that’s the courthouse lights that’s making me glow,”  You joked, though his shook his head immediately.  

“No, it’s your ever constant beauty,” he reasoned as you then swatted his chest.

“I already agreed to marry you, no need to woo me anymore,” You replied.  It was nice that this was light, given the last-minute choice for you two be get married in a courthouse instead of a massive wedding.  But the close felt right for you two to have it simply be the pair of you, the judge, and his small family as witnesses.  You had your best friend too, and it felt like more than enough as you both made the calls three days earlier.

He proposed to you a week prior, but you knew deep down that you both were destined to be together.  Marriage was never a major topic in your relationship, in fact, you two were fine with the notion of simply being together and not needing to be married to one another.  You never cared, just having Jack in your life was more than enough.  But Jack changed that late in the night as he slipped an engagement ring on your finger, very stealthy no doubt.  Although you were surprised, you still accepted it.

Now three days later, in a thrift shop dress you found and his infamous black suit, you two were going to be married.

“How is it, after being together for so long, you still wish for me to do your tie?” You asked as you got the collar smooth out and the right length on the tie, “You know how to tie your own tie by now, do you not?”

“I do,” He replied, you pausing as you stared at him in confusion while he reached up to cup your face in his hand, “I love it when you help me though, because I know you truly love me,”

You thought back to all the times you did his tie: Jack meeting your father for the first time, several formal dates that he wanted to take you out on, his father’s funeral, plenty of business dealings and meetings.  He never grumbled about you perfecting his tie and how he looked, and almost every single time he would watch you with love in his eyes.

Just like how, 20 minutes away from claiming you as his wife.

“I’ll always love you,” You replied.  And you did, you two sealing your fates in that courtroom a few minutes later and letting our new lives together be filled with joy.

The End.  

[moontyun]

Pairing: prince!Jungwon x peasant!reader Genre: romance, lost friends, attempted humor, attempted angst?, childhood friends to lovers Synopsis: People out grow each other all of the time. That was the natural process of life, but not for him. Everywhere he turned you were there. You were always someone he could not leave behind again. He'd lost you once, he wasn't going to lose you again. Word count: 1.1k Warning(s): possibility of death mentioned

Royalty and their rules

Bright white beamed against the blue sky. The castle shimmered in the early morning light. The lush greenery stretched for miles. Red roses glittering with morning dew. Heeseung was leading you down the stone pathway that led into the looming castle doors. You were not planning on Heeseung taking you to the castle. This was not what you had expected when you had told him you wanted help looking for the duck boy. Not to mention you didn’t think getting to the castle would take about a day and a half to get to. 

It all started two days ago, after you had told him you wanted him to help you look for the duck boy. Somewhere along the way in the story, Heeseung seemed to have misunderstood where you had met the boy. Were you going to correct him? No, this was the perfect opportunity to see the place he was the majority of the time. 

The castle was just as beautiful inside as the outside. The walls were beautifully decorated with painting and tapestry. White columns lined the way leading up the throne. There the king sat with his jewel studded crown. The king rose from his seat, a smile on his face, arms wide open. “Welcome home, Heeseung.” He was decorated from head to toe in an orange robe, detailed with gold thread and beautiful beading. 

Heeseung smiled back to the king, “Thank you, your majesty. I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine, (name).” 

The king was absolutely stunning, his gaze shifting to you as he stepped down to get a closer look at you. “Welcome, a pleasure to meet you. You will be joining us for dinner?” It wasn’t so much of an invitation as it was a demand. 

You looked down at what you were wearing. It wasn’t exactly appropriate attire to wear to a fine dinner like that. You chuckled shyly, not really knowing how to respond to him. You knew if you turned it down, it would look poorly on Heeseung. If you stayed, you’d be ashamed the whole time. “If that’s what you wish, your majesty.” You smiled weakly. That was the only response you could come up with. 

“Please drop the formalities, call me Sunghoon.” You batted your eyes in disbelief before quickly nodding, briefly looking to your friend who stood next to you. He looked just as lost as you were. Sunghoon smiled kindly at the both of you. 

“S-Sunghoon, there is a matter in which (name) needs to speak to you about. Hence the reason for their sudden arrival.” Clearly he was anxious calling him that. It was completely foreign to him, something that he had never done before. If he had, he hadn’t done it in a very long time. 

Sunghoon turned his whole attention to your friend, then back to you. “Oh what about?” He asked, before sitting down on the floor of the audience chamber. At this, you were the only one stunned by his actions. Heeseung quickly took a seat on the floor, also. Leaving you to slowly and awkwardly lower yourself to the ground as well. 

You smiled quickly, “Uh, well,” the nervousness was starting to set in. This was going to come out a complete mess. It was likely going to come out all wrong or completely rude. There was no in between. “There was this boy when I was younger. We used to play around in the field and the little pond that was there… um, he gave me this necklace years ago and I haven’t seen him since.” He nodded his head, honest concern gracing his face. It was making you more nervous. “I was wondering if, you know, you were him?” Sunghoon’s face sank. That gave you all the answers you needed. “Not him, got it. Thank you. I’ll be leaving now.” you attempted to stand up and dismiss yourself. 

Sunghoon quickly grabbed your wrist, sitting you back down, “No, I’m not him. But I know him. He used to talk about a kid about his age, who fed ducks with him all the time when we were kids.” To say you were shocked would be a drastic understatement. “But much like you, I have not heard from him in a very long time. I don’t know if he is even alive anymore” That was even more shocking. Disappointment was clearly written on your face, Heeseung ruffled your hair, trying to comfort you. “Don’t let that deter you from looking for him though. I admire you for trying.” 

Smiling weakly, you twiddled with your fingers anxiously. This was possibly worse than you imagined but you weren’t going to let this ruin your time here at a glorious castle. Eating nice food, enjoying the cushy life for a little. “I’ll keep looking then. Thank you for your help.” 

-

The sun had started to set. Oranges, yellows, and pinks started to form over the skyline. You were on the balcony, enjoying the view. He wasn’t dead. There was no way. He was strong and healthy. There wasn’t a doubt in your head he was still alive. You wanted to believe he was okay, you hoped he was okay. 

Sitting on the ground once more, you continued to enjoy the view. The door to the balcony creaked open behind you, you chose to ignore it. Sunghoon took a seat next to you. Silence enveloped the two of you for a little while. “You know, you can get a better view if you’re standing up and over the railing.” You giggled a little bit. “I’m sure he’s okay. He’s thriving and living a full life.” 

Nodding your head, you sighed. “I’m sure he is.” Your eyes started to water, quickly you blinked it away, “Anyway, enough about sad things. How’s Heeseung doing here? Does he like it here? Are you treating him well? Is he eating enough?” All of a sudden it was an interrogation on him. 

Laughing, Sunghoon answered you, “He’s doing well here. He’s eating and sleeping well. I’m lucky to have him as a friend and a knight.” 

“Why haven’t you let him have more time off?” 

“I’ve given him the time, he chooses not to take it.” 

That was Heeseung for you. Choosing to work rather than take a break and rest for a bit before turning back to the grind. It was a little pet peeve of yours he had but over the years, you had grown used to it. “And you? How are you liking being king?”

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Hi! So I’m doing a personal art project on fashion in the 1890s, and I am struggling. Like a lot. I created a Pinterest board of a bunch of 1890s dresses, problem is I’m having a hard time identifying the uses for some of them. I know that a Walking dress is a type of Day Dress but how exactly would one differentiate the two? What exactly would be the physical differences between a Walking dress and a Day dress?

And did everyone have walking dresses? Or was the more of an ‘upper class’ sort of thing?

I understand the struggle. It was quite hard to parse out at first for me too since the Victorian dress etiquette was pretty complex. Fortunately I have made a post about that specifically for 1890s. If it doesn't answer all your question or you want me to specify something, feel free to sent another ask! I used examples from different years of the decade to make it more applicable to the whole decade but it should be remembered that there was changes to the silhouette thorough the decade and every type of dress would be adapted to the shifts in the fashionable silhouette.

Though as I point out in the post it focuses on the upper class. For the working class and to some extent middle glass it was a little different. The working class did not participate in the high society events, but many middle classes could at least to some of them, and working class women worked outside of the house too, while married middle class women generally didn't. Young unmarried middle class women did often work, for example as secretaries and shop assistants in respectable establishments. Working women didn't spend their days receiving guests at tea parties or attending them, so they didn't have tea dresses, nor did they generally have evening gowns which would be required in formal high society events. They might have a dinner dress though if they were well off, which was the least formal of evening gowns. Middle class women would generally have these. Working class and the casual middle class day dress resembled much more the walking dress of the upper classes than their other day dresses. They would have a church dress that would be a little fancier day dress for church and usually even fancier day dress for formal functions, like weddings.

Here's working class women in their work attires that were practical day dresses and aprons usually.

And here's middle class women in fairly similar dresses.

Different types of day dresses

Maybe I should expand more on the differences in day dresses and how walking dress relates, since while I talk about day dress and walking dress separately in the linked post, I don't fully explain the whole day dress thing since I did need to simplify. Day dress was not a specific dress, but quite a broad category of dresses that were used in different situations thorough the day. They are quite hard to differentiate sometimes, mostly because they weren't really that strictly different from one another. To understand why one dress was used in one situation, we need to understand the dresses in the casual to formal scale. Usually casual is looser, more practical, less elaborate and more covering but has shorter hem and the opposite apply to more formal.

When staying at home, people would be in their most casual clothing, but the level of formality would rise when receiving guests. Leaving home would require higher level of formality, but how high would depend on what you were going to do and who would see you doing it. This is why visiting gown is more formal than the dress the hostess would receive their visitor in. Close family members and friends could be casually received outside specific events during the day and a casual house dress or tea dress was acceptable for that. Afternoon tea was an important social event for upper and middle class women, and it would be slightly more formal occasion, but still for family and friends and therefore somewhat casual. Visiting dress were on the formal end of the afternoon dresses, but more casual versions of it could be used to go see a close friend or family member in a more casual way. Carriage dress was worn for open carriage rides, which were social events for the upper class. There they would be seen prominently by their whole community while they socialized in the carriage among their peers. Carriage dress was therefore very formal and elaborate, often had a trail and usually had a cloak as the wind might get cold. Promenade dress was for walks in a park. This was different from an actual walk, as the upper class people would go to a park to be seen and to socialize. Promenade dress was then somewhat formal, though less than most visiting dresses or carriage dress.

Here's first an example of a quite elaborate visiting dress from 1894-95 and then carriage dresses, first image from 1894, second from 1891.

Walking dress was the least formal of the dresses an upper class person might wear outside the house (excluding sports dresses). It was used by upper class people for city walks and traveling, but as I said earlier the practical day dresses of middle and working class were very similar to it. It was practical and simple. It had shorter hem, it was made from sturdy materials, often wool and it was usually tailored. Dress Reform Movement, which was a moment among the first wave feminists, advocated among other things for tailoring in women's clothing, arguing it was more practical. The trend begun in 1880s and it's really most prominent in walking dresses and sports wear of 1890s. Which it why the walking dress typically has a lot of elements from men's fashion. Unlike the other day dresses, which were rarely tailored and had usually just the skirt and the bodice, the walking dress had a skirt, shirtwaist, tailored jacket and sometimes a waistcoat and a tie or bow. Sometimes a walking dress is hard to distinguish from a promenade dress. Promenade dress was more elaborate and while it usually had a shorter hem than for example carriage dress, it wasn't as short as for a walking dress and it might even involve a bit of trail. The things is promenade dress and walking dress probably had a lot of overlap.

Here's fashion plates showing promenade dress styles, first from 1896, second from 1898, both conveniently showing an elaborate dress and a tailored look that's easy to get mixed with a walking dress, and possibly would have been used as such in some cases.

Here's walking dresses shown in a picture from 1899 (note the early photoshop to make the waist smaller), a fashion plate from 1896 and a painting from 1897. Really the main difference is the hem of the skirt to the promenade dresses of tailored style.

Shirtwaist

I will mention on it's own shirtwaist too, since it highlights a lot of the class differences and how they showed. The shirtwaist, or blouse waist or sleeve shift, is a hard garment to pinpoint as it was used for many different purposes by different people. It was one of the first garments to be mass-produced and therefore very affordable. It was also loose and unfitted by nature and so easy to move in. For these reasons it was used with a practical skirt by working class and middle class women as casual wear. The outfit was sometimes used with a jacket similar in style to those of walking dresses, making it practically indistinguishable from a walking dress. Here's for example pictures of working women class women wearing shirtwaists at work and at town shopping (the other picture could be of middle class women too).

As tailored styles influenced by men's fashion became popular, so became shirtwaists. At the same time sports were becoming popular and sportswear was highly influenced by this tailored trend. Shirtwaist being light and loose was perfect for sports and was used by upper and middle classes for tennis, golf and cycling for example. (I'm working on a post about the history of tennis ensemble where I go deeper into this.) Because of it's very casual nature, it was not considered suitable for the upper classes in most situations outside sports. As seen above it was part of the walking dress for the upper class, but in that situation it was used under a jacket. Young fashionable progressive women, who were often called the New Woman, started using it in their morning dresses and then even casual day dresses.

Here's first a picture of tennis ensemble from latter half of 1890s, a picture of young women from 1898 and a fashion plate from 1898.

I have a pinterest board of primary source examples for Victorian fashion, where I've made a rough divide between different periods of the era and different types of dresses inside every period. It's not fully organized yet and at least for now the types of dresses are divided very roughly into day dresses, evening dresses, sports ensembles and toilette. Toilette is a vague enough term so I used it here to include basically any dress used exclusively at home. The categories are maybe not granular enough to be helpful for you here, but I'm linking it here in hopes it would be of some help.

[ahses2ahes]

Sun Rays

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x reader, kingdom/18th century AU.

Warnings: arranged marriage, language, chasing. There isn’t much really.

Summary: After your father tells you that you’re too be married off to some Duke you choose to spend most of your time horse back riding and the rest arguing with your father. That is, until you meet the Duke and he makes quite the deal.

Photos from Pinterest and Leto is from Dune. You obviously belong to yourself.

You had always been a wild being, something your father disapproved of. Especially as a Duke. You could care less, though, preferring to feel the wind whip through you hair as you rode the back of your horse and race through the trees with some of the stable boys.

You were rough and tough for a royal, lacking proper manners and in need of a serious reality check. That is why your father chose to have you engaged to a man about two decades older than you. A Duke from a land you knew nothing of except its barrenness and sand.

You had fought with your father constantly about it, taking any chance to bring it up at dinner or council meetings you found oh so boring to attend. He was insistent, though. He believed you needed to marry someone respectable and learn to become a proper person of the court.

You hated the idea, even now as you prepped your horse for a ride. You had gotten word that your husband to be had arrived and you did not feel like meeting him. So you had decided to sneak away and out of your formal attire down to the stables and into your riding gear.

Now you were with your dark stallion, placing on his saddle and closing it right around him.

“Is this any way to great your future husband?” a voice rang from the entrance of the stables.

You turned your head to see Duke Leto himself and for a second your eyes widened.

You had heard the man was attractive and while it was true, you didn’t expect him to be this attractive. He was rugged and wore a head of neatly combed back grey and black hair. A full beard adorned his face along with two beautiful dark eyes that held years of wisdom, but didn’t show a single worry. A smile also graced his slightly pale lips. His walk was just as elegant and sophisticated as he looked, his steps nearing you quite quickly.

No matter how beautiful he was, though, you could not forget your anger towards him.

“I have no interest in speaking to you,” your words were harsh as you pulled a strap on the saddle of your horse a little too roughly.

“Please, my dear, let us talk, there must be something we can work out,” the Duke said as he placed a hand on the small of your back.

Anger sparked through you quickly and you smacked his hand off of you.

“There is nothing to speak of with you, I will not marry you simply because my father told me to!”

He raised a brow, before a smug smirk crossed his face. God, it was hot.

“How about a wager then,”

The offer had piqued your interest, you straightened yourself out, turning to look at him with a brow quirked upwards.

“What would that be?”

“I get to choose a horse and we race. If I manage to catch you before the sun sets, you shall marry me. If you are able to stay away, I shall leave and never even look back.”

“Done,” you say quickly, spitting in your hand and sticking it out. An attempt to gross out the Duke.

He did indeed look a little disgusted, but he took your hand in his leather clad one, shaking it firmly.

With that, you both began to prepare, you even helped him pick out a good horse, one that could match the abilities of yours. By the time you were both ready, it was just after the beginning of evening.

“So, I start and you have to wait ten minutes to start the chase,” you said, as you looked over the greenery you had grown so fond of.

“And neither of us are allowed to leave,” Leto reminded “If we do then whoever has left is the immediate loser.”

I nod my head and look at him.

“Ready?” Leto nods in response.

“On your marks,” you say

“Get set,” Leto continues for you

“Go!” You both scream in unison.

With that you are off, faster than a flash of lightening. Hooves thunder the ground and trample the small plants that lie in your path. You ride and ride till your horses’ breathing is heavy. That is when you choose to stop.

You let him breathe by a stream and you stay there for several minutes letting your racing heart calm as you think.

Leto was quite the different man than you had expected. You expected him to force this marriage upon you and give you no say, but no. He was giving you this way out even though he likely knew how skilled of a rider you were and how well you knew this forest.

You continued to sit there thinking till you heard the thunder of something. You were confused for a second before you saw Leto, on his golden mare stomping towards you.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” you mumble out as you quickly climb onto your steed and zoom off.

You can feel that his hand just narrowly misses your shoulder before you zoom off. You thunder through the water, him jumping over it and staying close on your heels. You zoom through the trees hoping to take some sort of turn and loosen his trail on you, but it’s of no use, he stays hot on you.

“How the hell are you doing this?” You yell to the man behind you.

“You never asked of my experience in hunting and tracking!” He said with a mischievous chuckle.

You continue to ride, evading him through the trees. It was so close to sunset! Just a little more time!

You continue to ride, thundering north. He manages to get right next to you, his hand reaching over to wrap around your waist. You quickly pull off to the left and avoid him, but he is quick to follow. You now thunder east towards the palace. The sun is almost below the horizon. You ride and ride and as you see the clearing with the last of suns you cheer to yourself. You are too soon, though, because Leto is at your side again.

You watch as the rays continue to shrink and as you reach the edge of the first. Suspense is building in your chest as you watch the sun continue to tuck itself away. Just a little bit more!

His hand is reaching back towards you now, almost touching you. You’re almost there dear god you are almost there.

Just as the front of your horse is out of the forest, you feel yourself being taken off of your horse, the last rays of sun set.

“Fuck!” You cry out as you watch your horse stop at the edge and the horse you are now slowly halting.

Leto chuckles and pats the side of your waist that he holds.

“I believe this means I’ve won dear,”

[the-graves-family]

The invitation had come by courier, a sturdy envelope being handed to the Berlusconi family's head. The handwriting is elegant and precise, black ink stark against white paper.

It is with great pleasure that Mr. Graves requests your presence for dinner followed by drinks at the Graves family's estate to celebrate a budding partnership. Mr. Graves is looking forward to sharing the evening with you and hope you find it most enjoyable. Guests are politely asked to wear black-tie or creative black-tie dinner attire. Be advised that weapons will not be allowed on the premises, and guests will have to submit to a routine check. Please RSVP at your earliest convenience to the provided email. We so look forward to sharing your company.

The invitation stipulated still that Yancy could bring up to two other guests, if he so wished. Partners, children or employees, it didn't matter. It was a question of making sure he didn't feel too outnumbered.

The mansion stood at the end of a solitary road, past wrought iron gates, close enough to the city that commuting did not pose a problem, yet far enough away that business rarely followed the family home. It was not their only residence, but the one where they could host formal dinners without the risk of interruptions.

Victor Graves waited in his study with his eldest son, talking quietly about recent business ventures that he needed Adrian to understand. They had a full waitstaff tonight, readying the dining room and cooking in the kitchen under the watchful eye of one of his guards. His younger brother and his children had been sent away, to be safe, and despite their insistence to the contrary, his youngest son had remained, eager to meet this new partner despite having barely any contact with the more unsavory side of the business.

And neither of them were very good at saying no to Adam.

Both men glance outside as the gates open to let their guest's car through. The evening has begun, and they so hope this Yancy is a reasonable fellow. What a shame it would be to have to terminate their partnership tonight.

A servant opens the door for their guest, earning himself a nod of thanks from the masters of the house. There are two guards waiting against the walls, just in case there are undue hostilities.

"Welcome," Victor rumbles, standing tall, unlike his son who favors leaning on the nearest object available.

"Good to see you again. We'd greet you now," Adrian hums with a cordial smile, "but we do ask that you let our staff check you for weapons. Nothing invasive, I promise." He looks far more carefree than his father, but his eyes hold the same glint of unyielding steel.

After the quick search, Victor holds out a hand. "Victor Graves. A pleasure to meet you. I am sure you've met my eldest son."

@freebirdyance

[tmwcs]

HHP - Chapter 11 Part 2 (Fluff...lots of fluff)

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ PART 1 FIRST! ITS CRUCIAL!

Warnings: Not this one.

***More parts to chapter 11 will be uploaded tomorrow. Chapter 11 is like friggin 50 pages long on my word document.

“Your father and I are pulling up to Ricky’s house. Ricky and his wife are on vacation, so we have the house to ourselves, why don’t you and Heeseung come over for dinner tomorrow night?”

You read the text your mother sent. Ricky, your father’s dear and longtime friend, retired in the nearby area. He was like an uncle to you; it didn’t even surprise you that he relinquished the entire house to your father and mother upon being away.

‘Dinner with the parents at Uncle Ricky’s house…’

Heeseung seemed relaxed and delighted as you explained your mother’s text.

“Yeah, let’s go tomorrow.” He states.

You hardly explained your reasoning, but you were feeling somewhat nervous regarding your father meeting Heeseung. Was it going to be how it was with Samuel? Was he going to act nice and polite but secretly dislike him? Or was it going to be worse since you’re in college…and your father detested ‘college boys’ more than the high school ones.

The moment in time that you ultimately were excited and yet nervous for, finally came when you both made the twenty-minute drive to your Uncle Ricky’s home. Pulling up the driveway, your heart slightly sank down the moment you saw your father’s car in front of the house as Heeseung parks his next to it.

‘Oh God…’

Walking up to the front door, you knock as you assumed the door was locked, a habit your mother instilled within you.

Hearing the footsteps up to the door, your mother opens the door and smiles widely as she greets you both.

‘It’s actually happening.’

Your mother’s eyes widen as she looks at Heeseung while you both presented a bouquet of flowers. Since your mother texted that she and your father needed nothing from the store, you both opted to get them a small token of your appreciation for dinner.

“Oh, it’s Heeseung correct?” Your mother clarifies to ensure she got the name down correctly. Which she did, her experience with working with international models and staff in the fashion industry, with people coming from many different backgrounds around the world, your mother was quite familiar with names, basic phrases, and traditional aspects of various cultures, allowing her to master proper pronunciation.

“Yes, it’s very nice to meet you Mrs. L/n.”

Your mother was charmed and took to Heeseung very well, even more so than Samuel when she first him. Of course, your mother was never an issue for concern, she always gave people a chance so long as they displayed a natural sense of respect and kindness in their nature.

Giving Heeseung a big and welcoming hug, Heeseung returns the embrace as he smiles, leaning his neck down to rest his chin on her shoulder as he caters to her very small and short frame. Much shorter, she was nearly the same height as Emily, possibly shorter by an inch or two.

Unlike any other time, Heeseung took the initiative to not wear his cap, showing a display of respect in meeting your parents. Instead, he slightly styled his hair to make it presentable, opting for a subtle side part as the front pieces of his hair left a small portion of his forehead exposed, while the remaining shaggy length was combed down and laid neatly slicked down, tapering the longer parts on the back to rest nicely on the backside of his neck.

He looked devastatingly handsome.

Your parents were all about basic formalities, and casual sense. Since you were all dining inside the home of your father’s dear friend, everyone kept it casual with the attire.

Heeseung wore a neat pair of straight jeans, darkened with a crisp, blue color as he adorned a long sleeve shirt that, of course, had the sleeves slightly rolled up, yet was branded with a designer logo at the center.

The weather had been somewhat pleasant, considering it was the start of the fall season. Since it was still rather lukewarm in temperature, you opted for a decent long sleeve blouse and an asymmetrical leather wrap skirt with the blouse loosely tucked in, paired with knee high boots. Needless to say, you had a moment where you had to pin Heeseungs hands to his own body prior to leaving the frat house as the man began to get touchy with you upon seeing how gorgeous you looked.

With your hair down in smoldering waves, carefree and alluring as it frames your face, making you look like the goddess he truly believed you to be, his breath hitched. He doesn’t know how you do it, but you never failed to marvel him with the way you, while barely putting forth any effort, found a way to encompass both beauty and sultriness.

With your medium shade of burgundy red lips, slightly glossed, and just a simple application of eyeshadow and blush to enhance your features, which without makeup, provided him enough reason alone to live for, the man became smitten with you all over again, the same way he did the moment he spotted you on campus for the first time.

Greeting your father in the great room, he welcomes you with arms wide open, a large smile on his face. Your mother stood behind with her arm looped around Heeseung’s, standing proudly as she waits for you to present the handsome young man to your father.

“Hi papa!”

“Sweetpea! Oh, my girl, my darling girl. Gosh it’s been too long, you’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?” he remarks, eyes somewhat glossy as he takes his head back after embracing you, taking a moment to look you over, admiring his creation.

Heeseung smiles as he witnesses the interaction between you and your father, mentally noting the remarks your father made as he expresses that the world was dull without seeing you every day.

‘Oh I know…I can understand that so very well. Without her, the world is blackened with ash and dead as sand.’

“Papa, this is Heeseung, my boyfriend I told you and mama about.”

Your father approaches the taller young man. Though your father had an above average height himself, Heeseung still remained higher in manner of measurements when it came to his impressively lean and towering stature.

“Ah, yes. Heeseung, it is nice to meet you.” your father states as he extends an arm, shaking hands with him.

“It’s really nice to meet you Mr. L/n.” Heeseung calmly speaks with that dashing smirk on his face. His eyes slightly widened with intrigue as he notes the appearance of both parents, finding hints of any physical traits you inherited. They were faint, but you did carry subtle bits of their essence, the best of both worlds.

'Huh...she really is just made purely out of God's own image.'

“Well what a handsome, and strapping young man you have here y/n.” your father remarks, which earned a somewhat surprised expression from you.

“Why don’t you ladies head into the kitchen and catch up with some girl talk, Heeseung and I will sit here and get better acquainted.” he states immediately after.

‘Here we go…’

The nervous sense rises within you once more, your mother holds your hand and pats your lower back to reassure you everything is alright.

“You know how your father is, he’ll be nice and polite, no matter what.” Your mother whispers as you both made your way to the kitchen, finishing up with making dinner.

“So, tell me more about him. I know you two have been dating for…about six or seven months now? There’s a lot to catch up on.” Your mother ushers as she makes her way around the kitchen island, tending to the stove with whatever she was cooking.

You sat in one of the island’s barstools.

“Mama…”

“Mmhmm?”

“…I’m going to marry him.”

Your mother stood still, looks over to you with a soft and delicate smile on her face. You knew it was abrupt, yet there was a sense of comfort and trust that you felt with her that permitted you to speak your mind.

“Oh y/n... I already knew that.”

You were taken aback, “You do?”

“Well yeah y/n, you’re my daughter, I know you better than anyone. I also was your age at one point, and I know the signs of a young woman in love.”

She was so calm as she recounts her days when she was your age, which was when she married your father, who was fourteen years older than her. While your mother was in her late teens, your father had been reaching his mid-thirties, yet the love and attraction between the two when she was beginning her first year in college, was so strong that they chose love to conquer all other factors in life.

Naturally, your mother would be more understanding considering her own love story.

“Does papa know?”

“I think he might have a sense, he also knows you so well, more so than your other siblings. Naturally as a father, he noticed some signs. Believe me, the way you speak and laugh when it comes to this young man, it’s much different than how you spoke when you were dating Samuel.” your mother iterates.

You nodded as she expresses the attention to detail they noticed in your personality, whenever it came to you talking about Heeseung.

“He loves you, doesn’t he?” she asks.

You nodded.

“He does. Too much…to the point where it gets painful and scary. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You softly remark, looking up at her.

“Then…that means you should be with him.” She softly states. “Your dad was, and still is that way with me. Without him, there is no pain, no fear, and therefore no reason to live. A man’s love is worthless without the bad to go with the good.”

Meanwhile in the great room, seated across from each other, next to the fireplace, your father rests with his elbow propped on the arm of his seat, resting his hand along his chin, seemingly studying Heeseung, as the latter sits in the exact same manner.

“So, from how my daughter speaks, she seems to be really fond of you.”

Heeseung smiled softly as he looked down at his lap, his fingers stroking his chin as he gazes back up to your father’s eyes.

“Y/n is my little girl…” your father’s eyes drift to the fireplace.

“I’ve always trusted her to fend for herself. Ever since she was a young girl, just a baby in fact, she was always so attentive, so careful, without her mother or me to instruct her or to warn her. Its like she just knew what was good and what was bad, knowing what to enjoy and what to stay away from.” Your father remarks a soothing and clear voice, with the image of your child youth in his mind.

Heeseung’s eyes also drifts to the fireplace, where a calming wave of gentle flames dance on the logs.

“She’s always been…so pure hearted. Strong, yet so gentle and kind, it’s enough to melt your bones. But as she grew and became a young woman, I realized that her heart wasn’t the only thing that catches people’s attention.”

Heeseung faintly nods his head, knowing already to what the elder man was referring to, signifying that he agrees.

“The neighbors, family friends, or even random people down the street, I’ve seen the way they look at her…my beautiful girl.” Your father pauses for a moment as Heeseung remained silent.

“You know, there comes a time in every man’s life, when he’s outlived all his adventures and youth, he questions what is the one great thing that he’s contributed to the world. What is that one thing that makes him so great? What did he do in his life that made the world better?...For me.... it’s y/n.” Your father states firmly, yet a soft tone as he looks over to Heeseung.

“From what y/n tells me, you’re nearly finished with college.”

“Yes sir.” He responds in his usual calm tone.

“What do you plan to do after you graduate?”

Sitting for a moment in silence, Heeseung glances down to the floor for a moment, still stroking his chin, before he glances back up to meet with your father’s eyes, both men displaying a somewhat stern expression on their faces.

“I’m going to marry her and bring her with me.”

“Where do you intend to take my daughter?”

“Everywhere and anywhere, as long as I’m there with her.”

“And what are your plans for financial stability?”

Explaining his family’s background briefly, Heeseung continues with a calm and nearly emotionless demeanor, as your father does the same.

“Now I know my daughter, she’s not one to care about a life of luxury.”

“Oh I know.” Heeseung issues a subtle smirk as he looks down at the flames once more.

“So. What else could you provide for her? What could you give to my daughter that she couldn’t get from any other respectable man?”

Looking down at the silver ring that decorates his finger, he slightly smiles for a brief second, looking back up, he answers.

“Independence.”

“Hmm? Interesting, independence, huh? A little contradicting since you intend to marry her.”

“I didn’t mean it in an autonomous aspect.” Heeseung softly clarifies in a respective, yet still in his calm and reserved tone.

“I’m interested, please elaborate.” Your father softly insists as he sinks back into his chair.

“I want her to be independent in the manner of sovereignty, I want her to be free from whatever her deepest fears and worries are. I know she has some, though she's not going to always tell me. I want her to be liberated from what other people think, instead, to only care about her own opinions....her own thoughts. Everyone finds a meaning to live for, but with Y/n, I don’t think she’s found that reason, not yet.”

“Hmm…is she your reason for living?” your father asks.

“She sure is.”

“You don’t think you’re her reason for living then?” your father asks in a faintly piqued manner, as he raises an eyebrow.

“I know her well enough to be able to see that I’m a lot of things to her, in fact, I know I’m everything to her right now. But I also know that she’s not a woman to find the value of life within just anyone, even me.”

Your father slightly raises his brow yet again, this time in slight intrigue. Shifting his gaze over to the fire once more, your father remains attentively listening as Heeseung continues.

“But…if it was for me along with…” slightly pausing, Heeseung looks at the fire, “Our home, our future, our children, and for the sake of your peace and…for her mother’s…and our legacy…I know that’s the only way she’s going to find it.” Heeseung finishes calmly.

“You love her…” your father remarks.

Heeseung stares at your father’s eyes, very firmly. Nearly glaring at him, as he leans into his propped arm while he continues to stroke his smooth chin gently and faintly, Heeseung firmly nods.

Your father sighs, in a way as if he felt relieved.

“Then, you do deserve her.” your father speaks, breaking his hand away from his chin as he grips both arms of the chair, looking down at the ground, slightly nodding, as if he understood all too well, like he knew from experience.

“You know Heeseung, my daughter is the only light I’ve ever known. I have my sons that make me prouder than any father could ever be. Yet, my one and only daughter, y/n, she’s the only good and pure thing I’ve ever done in my life. I’ve spent all her youth, right up until the day I dropped her off at that college dorm, protecting and watching over her. I’m not an irrational man, I know when I have to pass the torch, I’ve been preparing it ever since I found out I was having a little girl. Yet, no matter how much time is offered, you’re never truly ready to let her go...But if the rarest of opportunities presents itself, then a father must realize and understand what he must do. Her grandfather told me the same thing when he gave me his daughter, her mother.” Your father accounts as he recalls meeting his young wife and gaining her father’s blessing.

“Do you understand that feeling? Could you? Even if you don’t have a daughter of your own, at least, not yet.” Your father asks. In which Heeseung nodded in the affirmative, understanding all too well merely because it was you, the most precious creation that was prominent in everyone’s lives.

“Then…as her father, please, make this easier on me. Make it easier for me to let her go….to give her to you.” your father’s eyes faintly shiny from the thin coat of moisture that glazes over his iris, which reflected a hint of your inheritance.

With his hand resting under his chin, leaning into the bend of his elbow as it remains propped up, slightly leaned back into his seated posture with his legs slightly spread apart, his free hand gripping on the other arm of the chair, Heeseung’s lips part just a sliver as his eyes, which faintly widened at your father’s response, just a hair, look down as if he was going to say something, instead, he remained silent.

He continues to stare at the floor for a second or two.

Looking back up to your father, a totally different face reflects back to face him. A dark and sinister side that reflected a violent and chaotic hell, with flames of blood curling screams and torture echoing through the black shade of his eyes. It was a darkness that reeked of torn flesh and carnage, a black hole of dead bones and teeth, burning and fueling the devil be becomes, all of which was triggered to be unleashed at any moment in time. Your father sits and notices the change in the young man’s face, noting that the demeanor, and aura within the young man had changed. It was terrible, filled with malice and horror. Upon seeing it, your father smirks.

Faintly chuckling, he speaks to the young devil across from him.

“Ah…you’re making this nearly too easy, my boy.” Glancing at the fire, noting the sporadic dancing movement of the flames as they moved, burning through the wood, he glances back up to Ethan’s face.

“You would do the unspeakable…if it meant keeping her safe, wouldn’t you?” your father asks, his smile growing slightly wider.

Glaring with that sinister look in his eye, smiling, and chuckling right back, his voice turning so deep, it nearly reflected the darkest shade of colors that pierced the mind.

You finish setting the table, as your mother prepares the main dishes on decorative platters.

“Boys! Dinner is ready!” she calls out.

Walking in, your father approaches your mother and hugs her, kissing her forehead as he remarks the pleasant smell of dinner.

“Ah smells good!” he claims excitingly.

Heeseung walks in, seeing you brings a smile to his face. He walks over and hugs you, placing his lips atop of your head, kissing it delicately as he inhales the scent of your hair, as always.

It was so sudden and caught you slightly off guard merely due to your father being in close proximity. Glancing over to your parents, you noticed how your father glanced over to you with a slight smile on his face. 'A smile? '

Yes a smile. A smile of…. reassurance?

“Did you guys get to know each other better?” your mother asks with a grin as she lightly kisses your father.

“Yeah we did." Your father states before looking over to you and Heeseung.

"Heeseung my boy, you’ll have to come by the house one of these days so you can meet the rest of the family when they come to visit us.” your father exclaims in a pleasing manner.

“I’d like that.” Heeseung spoke calmly as his lids grew slightly heavy, giving him that lazy look once more as he bites down on his bottom lip, looking down and directly into your eyes. It was that look he gave whenever he yearned to become one with you, it didn’t matter that your parents were feet away, the man would always issue you that look whether you were alone or in public. He did it in a subtle manner, that no one would make anything of it.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

A Weekend Away (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF/SMUT

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MINORS DNI, MDNI, 18+, pnv sex, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex. Mostly fluff, mutual pining, Falk being a sweetheart

A/N: I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE!! This was a request I got a while ago from a wonderful anon who wanted some Powerwolf smut, IM HERE TO DELIVER!!

Prompt: "Every thought I have about you is improper

Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

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"(Y/N)." You glanced up at your name being called from Attila's office.

"Coming." You respond, finishing the sentence you were writing before leaving your desk. You approached his desk where he was buried in paperwork like usual. 

"I was supposed to be attending a conference with Father Falk this weekend, I'm going to need you to go in my place." He didn't bother to look up from the form he was filling out, a blessing on your end. He wouldn't be able to see your wide eyed, flustered gaze.

"Does, um… Is Father Falk aware of this?" He shook his head. "And the rest of the high clergy?"

"They all already have prior engagements." You nod. You stood there in silence for a moment, searching for any last ditch attempt at escaping. "What are you not telling me?" Now you were in trouble, he had a knack for knowing when you weren't being fully honest with him. Attila set his pen down, giving you his full, undivided attention. "Has Father Falk treated you poorly?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that." You should have just accepted his request and left. Attila always had a way of prying your deepest secrets out of you, and now was no different. Your best option was trying to skirt around the root of the problem until you could find a way to slink off. "Father Falk has never been anything but kind towards me. You've known him much longer than I have, I'm sure you're aware that he's a perfect gentleman." You chuckle awkwardly, a memory of Falk holding a door open for you flashed through your mind. His kind eyes, bright smile, and gentle voice. You felt yourself starting to sweat. You swallowed thickly, trying to force a smile into your face. Attila raised an eyebrow at you, noticing your flustered demeanor in an instant.

"I see." He gives you a knowing smirk. Shit. He waves you on, "if you have any questions about your duties this weekend I'm sure Falk will have no issue answering them for you." You nod, politely dismissing yourself. "Oh, and (Y/N)..." You freeze, "try and relax." He chuckles softly as you flit out the door. You made your way down to Falk's office, knuckles tentatively knocking against the door frame.

"Ah, (Y/N), what a pleasant surprise." He studies you for a moment under his kind gaze. You notice him glance at the clock on the wall. "I would like to warn you I do have to leave shortly, but what can I help you with, my dear?"

"Father Attila sent me, I guess I'm going in his place for the conference." You found yourself nervously swaying on your heels, far more focused on the floor than the man sitting in front of you.

"Oh good, I was worried I was going to end up going by myself." He chuckles softly. "Well, I suggest you bring formal attire, we usually get invited to a lot of dinners. We'll leave in about an hour." You hurried back to your room to pack, not wanting to keep him waiting. You sighed as you shrugged on your backpack, dragging your other suitcase behind you. You jumped back slightly as you opened the door, being greeted with the image of Falk standing there preparing to knock on your door.

“Oh God, am I late?” You ask frantically, checking the time.

“Not at all!” He rushes to reassure you, wildly waving his hands as if to brush off any remaining anxiety. “I just wanted to help with your bags, it’s a long walk down to the garage.” He chuckles, you feel your shoulders relax. He moves cautiously, not wanting to startle you any further. He takes your suitcase, the two of you walking in silence down the hallway. "Are you nervous?" He tries to break up the silence with a single question.

"A little." You chuckle. "Every time I've had to go to one of these conferences it's always been as a mediator. I'm sure you're well aware, but Father Attila has a tendency to be a bit abrasive." Falk laughs and nods.

"That's one way to put it." He glances over at you, eyes trailing over your frame for a moment. "I'm glad he asked you to go in his place, I couldn't have asked for better company." You blush, smiling down at the ground to hopefully hide your bashful expression.

"It'll be nice to spend some time with you as well, Father Falk." You loaded your bags into his car and set out on your way. You kept to yourself mostly during the ride there, you and Falk on friendly enough terms to be comfortable around him but you didn't have the slightest idea what to talk to him about. Everyone always marveled over the fact that you spoke with Attila effortlessly, they seem to neglect the fact that you had been his assistant for the better part of a decade in order to reach the level of comfortability the two of you had together. You reached for the radio, wanting at least something to break up the silence in the car. You jumped slightly as Falk's hand collided with yours. Your eyes snapped in his direction, worried he would be upset with you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Your voice trailed off at the sight of his gentle gaze studying your face

"Great minds think alike, huh?" He chuckles, motioning for you to continue. You hesitantly reached out for the radio, taking one final glance up at him to make sure it was really okay before selecting a station. You picked something you felt like you could mutually agree on before allowing yourself to sink back into the warm leather of the car. You noticed a puzzled expression cross his features, "this is what you normally listen to?" You shake your head with a giggle.

"No, but I won't make you suffer through my music." You joke.

"Well then, how am I supposed to learn anything about you?" He asks with a small smirk, the mischievous glint in his eye impossible to miss.

"You could always just ask me." You turned yourself slightly in your seat to face him. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"Scary? No. Pretty enough to make me forget how to string a proper sentence together? Absolutely." You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the realization that he had just said that out loud rapidly setting in. "Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize, I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty." You both sat in silence for a moment.

Falk cleared his throat, "so, are you more of a dog or a cat person?" You can't help but laugh at the question. You watch a smile creep across his lips, "what?"

"Nothing, I just didn't expect that to be the first question you asked me." You let your head lull to the side to look at him. You don't think you had ever seen him in casual clothes, and it was definitely a sight you could get used to. "I'd say I'm probably more of a dog person." He breathes out a laugh as he nods.

"Good answer." The two of you went back and forth asking questions for pretty much the whole car ride. You were honestly a bit shocked to discover just how much the two of you had in common. You pulled up to the inn you would be staying in, the car filled with the jovial sounds of laughter and excited conversations. "Father, welcome back." The plump old woman at the check in counter greets Falk with a bright smile. 

"Happy to be back Esther." He motions to you. "This is Father Attila's assistant, (Y/N), she'll be staying with me this weekend." Esther looks between the two of you.

"Oh goodness. Well, I would just like to let you know that the room you booked for only had one bed." She grimaces slightly as she informs you.

"Are there any rooms available with two beds?" You noticed him pale slightly as she shook her head.

"Unfortunately we're in the height of tourist season right now, we're full up I'm afraid." She ponders over your options for a moment. "It looks like all of our cots are already in use as well… your room has a couch, maybe that's something? I'm incredibly sorry Father, I wish there was more than I could do. I'd be more than happy to give you a refund if you'd like to try booking elsewhere-"

"Nonsense, Esther, we've been coming here for years, we want to give you our business." He smiles warmly at her. "We'll work with the couch, don't worry." He pats the desk, trying his best to reassure her that it was fine. You lug your bags up to the room. It was surprisingly spacious for an inn; fresh white linens matched the curtains that billowed in the breeze of the open balcony door, a small seating area with a couch and two matching chairs occupied one corner of the room. You jumped slightly as Falk rested a hand on your shoulder, "you make yourself comfortable, I'll take the couch."

"Oh, Father, I can take the couch, it's really no problem." You could tell by the expression he was giving you that there was absolutely no changing his mind. "Are you really sure? You should be well rested for the conference."

"I'll be just fine." He gently pats your head with a smile as he walks past you. "And, (Y/N)?" You give him a hum of affirmation. "It's just Falk." He chuckles.

"Right," you grimaced slightly, remembering all the times he had tried to correct you out of using honorifics with him, "sorry." He smirks slightly as he sets up some of his work on the small table. You sit on the couch next to him, letting the warm air wash over you from the outside. "This place is really nice."

"We've been coming here for years, Esther used to attend our church actually. Not to mention, since it is tourist season for them, they set off fireworks on Friday's which we can see from our room." He breathes out a laugh at your excited expression, eyes studying your features for another moment. "Would it be alright if I took you out to dinner tonight?"

You nod, giving him a bashful smile. "I'd like that." After finishing up some paperwork the two of you got ready. Dressed in your finest formal attire Falk brought you to one of the nicest restaurants in town. It was beautiful, but the atmosphere felt stiff compared to what you were used to. You felt like everyone in the room could tell that you didn't come from a lavish background and it honestly made you feel a little self conscious. You set down your menu with a sigh, nervously fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth. You glanced up only to see Falk peering over his glasses at you. He sets down his menu, stopping your waiter as he passes by. He explains that the two of you had gotten called away to handle an emergency so you would be giving up your table, tipping the man before motioning for you to follow him. You eye him curiously as the two of you leave the restaurant.

"It was a bit stuffy in there, don't you think?" A soft smile creeps its way across your lips as he offers you his arm. "I think I have a better idea." It was obvious that Falk new this town like the back of his hand, weaving through streets and across a park until the overly serious tone of the fancy part of town subsided, giving way to a beachfront paradise that was filled with laughter, pings and whirrs of the boardwalk arcade and the bright flashing lights of the midway that seemed to stretch out endlessly before you. "Come on, let's go have some fun." Your hand slipped into his effortlessly as the two of you darted off into the crowd. Your night was filled with fried food, sweet treats, and excellent company with Falk by your side. You couldn't help but laugh as he handed you over the biggest cloud of cotton candy you had ever seen.

"You know, you really didn't have to do all of this." You were drawn in by his soft gaze, having him look at you the way was, he made you feel like you were the only two people in the universe.

"I never get to do things like this with you, I want to make the most of it." Warm fingers brushed across your cheek, carefully readjusting some stray hair that had wandered into your face. You felt your cheeks grow warm at the sensation of his touch, undoubtedly a blushing mess before him. You continue down the midway, Falk chuckling at the sight of people staring at your vastly overdressed appearance. The two of you strolled to the end of the boardwalk, leaning on the rail to look over the ocean below. The moon skirted just above the horizon, the energetic sounds of the midway fading away to the quiet lapping of the waves against the posts. “I’m glad to see you’ve relaxed a little.” He smiles at you

“You’re very…” you pondered for a moment to think of the right word to use. “Easy to be around.” You shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his. He hooks his pinky with yours, both of you silently staring ahead in hopes the other wouldn’t notice your flustered expression.

“Can I tell you something?” You give him an affirming hum, hand slowly drifting on top of his, you carefully pushing your fingers through his. "Getting to spend today with you was… incredible.” He chuckles nervously, his breath shaky as he lets out. You smile, shifting closer to him.

“Falk?” You say his name softly, eliciting a hum from him. “I’m really happy I get to be here with you.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He glances down at you, a tender fondness in his gaze. His eyes drift down to your lips, warm breath bouncing off your skin. You slowly straighten yourself up, lips barely out of reach of his own. Your eyes meet his once more, an almost expectant expression on your face. You wanted Falk to kiss you more than anything else, all of the small lingering touches and flirtatious comments over your time of knowing him building up an impeccable sense of want for the man that stood before you. He clears his throat, turning back to look out over the water, not wanting to accidentally take things too far. You shivered in the cool ocean breeze, goosebumps forming on your skin. A warm arm wraps itself around your shoulder.

“Come on, before you freeze.” He offers you a chuckle and a kind smile, allowing you to snuggle into his side as the two of you lazily made your way back to his car. The drive back to the inn was mostly silent, a slight sting in your chest as you thought about how you would have liked this night to play out. “I’m sorry if I made things awkward.” He states quietly, eyes focused on the road before him.

“You didn’t.” You tried to reassure him. “I had a really nice time today." You watch him hesitantly reach out, fingers trembling slightly as they ghost over your skin. You take his hand in yours, feeling his muscles relax at your touch.

“I meant what I said back there, I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun.” He swallowed thickly, forcing out a nervous chuckle “I’m sure you don’t remember the first day we met, but I haven’t been able to keep you out of my mind since that day.” You let out a chuckle, you remember that day well. You had just started as Attila’s assistant, a position you were beyond nervous to take on. You had gotten them both drinks while they were having a meeting in his office only for you to spill Falk’s drink all over him. You were too stunned and embarrassed to speak. You felt tears start to prick at your eyes, your mouth moving but no sounds seemed to be coming out. Falk laughed, standing up and giving you a soft pat on the top of your head. “Trust me, a little spilt water isn’t anything to fuss over.” The second your eyes met his, you were lost in them, warm brown irises stared back into yours with a gentleness you had never experienced first hand. He takes your hand, giving it a firm shake. “Falk." It took you a moment to find your voice.

“(Y/N)," you introduce yourself. Snapping yourself from your hypnotized state you started to panic all over again, "I am so sorry about this Father, would you like me to get you a towel?” He waves you off with a grin.

“Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll be alright.” You hadn’t forgotten his smile even years later, the same smile that was ghosting over his lips now. “You walked in wearing that cute little sundress you used to wear all the time, the one with the sunflowers all over it. I don’t know if you noticed but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the second you walked in the room.” He chuckles.

“I was so embarrassed.” You hide your face in your hands, both of you struggling to contain your laughter. “I still haven’t lived that down." Your shoulder pressed against his as the two of you turned into the inn's parking lot. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You breathe out a laugh, "you were always so kind, even before we got to know each other… it's one of the things I like so much about you." The two of you shared a bashful grin before heading inside. You sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing out the plush comforter under your fingers as you watched Falk set up the couch for the night. "I really don't mind swapping with you." You state bluntly. He turns to you with a smile as he drops a pillow on one end of the couch.

"You know I'm not going to let you do that." He approaches you slowly, kneeling down in front of you so he can meet your eyes. "I'll be just fine, try and get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow." A warm hand cups your cheek, thumb languidly running over your skin. You nodded, giving him a soft smile before the two of you reluctantly part for the night. Your gaze drifted over to Falk, body haphazardly sprawled out, the sound of his quiet snoring filling the room, after hours of tossing and turning you finally noticed the welcomed heavy feeling of sleep settling behind your eyes. You drifted off into a dreamless sleep only to be awoken the next morning by the smell of coffee filling the room. You rolled over with a tired grumble, pushing your bed head haphazardly out of your face, keeping yourself buried in the bed's soft comforter. You rolled over to be met with the sight of Falk studying you, a gentle smile on his lips, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, two cups of coffee sat before him on the table next to his folded up newspaper.

"Mornin'." You mumble, still processing being awake.

"Good morning." Falk can't help but chuckle at your disheveled state. "I brought you some coffee. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to disturb you." He picks up both cups, sitting on the edge of the bed. You take the warm mug in your hands, locking eyes with Falk as you bring it to your lips. Your nose reflexively scrunched up at the taste. "Not enough sugar?" You shake your head, he chuckles. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." He couldn't keep his eyes off you, his gaze held nothing short of pure adoration for the sight before him.

"How'd you sleep?" You set the mug on your nightstand, pulling your knees to your chest as you sit and talk with him.

"I slept just fine, the couch is surprisingly comfortable." He smiles despite the fact you knew he was lying. You could see the stiffness in his movements, the shifting of his position to try and subside the full ache in his body. He gently tilts your chin up with his index finger, "I know that look, I'm fine, I promise." You nod. 

"You're staring." You point out with a grin.

"Sorry." He lets out a bashful chuckle. "I just can't get over how beautiful you look right now." You blushed, laughing quietly as your gaze fell to your lap. The two of you sat and drank your coffee, quietly discussing the day ahead events. "I can't even begin to tell you how insufferable this man is, but try to grin and bear it the best you can. We mainly do business with his son, unfortunately this time he has to come in his son's place." He explains about the meeting you were currently getting ready to attend.

"Falk, you know my job is just to sit there and look pretty." You tease, he chuckles.

"If I remember correctly you have quite the sharp tongue, Schatz." You catch his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. A slight smirk on his lips, he definitely wasn't wrong. It was fairly often that you would get chastised by father Attila for your blunt attitude and quick wit. 

"I'll be on my best behavior." You smile, causing him to laugh. You hadn't expected that to be such a difficult promise to keep. You sat in the chair next to Falk, smiling through gritted teeth as the man on the opposing side of the desk cut off your train of thought for what must have been the tenth time in the last hour. You saw Falk’s eyes drift down to your hand, your pen about to crack in half you had such a tense grip on it. You hadn’t been able to get a single word in since the two of you arrived. You sat in the chair at Falk’s side, posture absolutely rigid as you struggled to hold your tongue. The three of you stood, Falk placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the door. The second you were out of earshot of the man you began to complain. “I’ll never understand why it’s a necessity that I go to these meetings when I won’t be able to get a word in edgewise.”

“I warned you he was going to be difficult.” Falk reminds you with a chuckle. You fell into the passenger seat with a groan, slumping down in the seat. “You did a great job.”

“I didn’t do anything.” You rebuttal.

“You didn’t need to. You simply needed to gain experience dealing with difficult clients, which you succeeded in doing.” You nodded, he did have a point. “I don’t know about you but I think we earned the rest of the night off.” He offers with a smirk. You found yourselves sitting across from each other on the bed in your room, eating chinese food straight out of the container, an amused expression on Falk’s face as he listened to you ramble on about nothing in particular, he just enjoyed listening to the sound of your voice.

“What’s that look for?” You question him with a smirk.

He shakes his head, “it’s nothing… it’s just nice watching you finally open up.” You look away with a flustered expression. It felt almost effortless to be around Falk, his presence alone enough to put you completely at ease. Before you had a chance to respond you were cut off by the sounds of fireworks going off outside. Falk grabs your hand, tugging you in the direction of the balcony door. An arm slips around your waist as the two of you step out into the night. Bright bursts of blues, greens, and golds popped across the inky black sky. Your eyes widened, childlike amazement taking over your features. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here with me.” Your body moved before you had a chance to think. Your arms slid over Falk’s shoulders, guiding his lips down to meet yours. His hands rested firmly on your waist, a surprised yet satisfied hum escaping him. Your mind finally caught up with your actions you suddenly pull back, fingers flying up to your lips in pure disbelief that you had just done that

“Falk, I am so sorry.” You desperately scrambled out an apology. “I don’t know what came over me.” Before you had a chance to panic even further his lips were on yours once again. One hand laced its way into your hair, the other securing itself around your back to keep you pressed close to him. Your fingers slid into his soft hair, deepening the kiss as much as you could. Both of you part with a breathless sigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He says through a quiet chuckle. You wave a sarcastic, chastising finger at him.

“And here I thought you would know better than to give into improper thoughts.” You can’t help but giggle as he looms over your much smaller form.

“Schatz, every thought I have about you is improper.” You’re met with a toothy grin and a devious look in Falk’s eye. You let out a startled squeak as you’re suddenly lifted from the ground, Falk’s arms slipping behind your thighs and guiding your legs around his waist. His lips trapped yours in another mind numbing kiss, both of you laughing as he drops you on the mattress. Hot breath trailed down your neck, goosebumps littering your skin at his slightest touch. His hands slid under your shirt, successfully pushing up the fabric in the process until he was easily able to pull it off over your head. You situated yourself on your knees, hurriedly undoing the buttons of his shirt. His lips ghost over yours, a smirk crossing his features as he keeps himself just out of reach. He sits at your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you to straddle his lap as you haphazardly push the clothing off of his shoulders, fingers trailing down his exposed chest. You looked at your trembling hand, unsure if there was some sort of unspoken line you shouldn't cross. Falk's hand completely engulfs yours, eyes snapping to his in an instant. "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to." He says in a gentle, reassuring tone.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just…" he raises a curious eyebrow at you. If you were being completely honest all of this was a bit overwhelming. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamed about what this moment would be like, your late night fantasies were often filled with the thought of Falk. But now that this moment was no longer a figment of your imagination you didn't have the slightest idea where to begin. "I think I might be a little nervous." You let out a flustered giggle. Strong fingers kneaded at your thighs, a patient smile resting on his lips.

"There's nothing wrong with being nervous, Schatz. Just try to relax and let me take care of you, think you can do that for me?" You nod, relinquishing full control over to him. He carefully grabs your wrist, pressing the hand that was barely grazing over his skin flush against his chest. You felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat thrum under your palm. He lifted your chin slightly with his knuckle, golden brown eyes locked intently on your own. You felt him fumbling with the zipper on your skirt, he breathed out a laugh. "See? You're not the only one that's nervous." He jokes with a chuckle. You felt your body relax at the sight, you felt safe with him. You help him with the zipper, shimmying out of your skirt. You can't help but smirk slightly, noticing his eyes completely glued to the sight of your ass finally being freed from the right confines of your clothing. He reaches out for you, a delighted squeal passing your lips as he playfully pushes you onto the bed. You bite your lip, fully entranced by the sight of him crawling on top of you to give you some much needed attention. You gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing over your exposed skin before he got to work biting and sucking what you were positive were going to be deep purple bruises come tomorrow morning.

"Fuck." You tossed your head back against the mattress, you could feel him smirk as he relentlessly toyed with a rather sensitive spot of your body. A sinful groan tumbled from his lips as he ground his hips against yours, a noticeable bulge pressed against your already soaked core. A hand slipped between your legs, rubbing slow, languid circles around your clit that had you mewling and shuddering beneath him. Your breath hitched as he effortlessly slipped a finger between your velvety folds, giving your aching cunt a moment of relief. He watched your expression carefully, paying close attention to how you responded to his expert fingers. You felt a knot beginning to form in your stomach, rapidly winding itself tighter, bringing you right to the brink of your climax. You whined as he pulled out of you, growing need pooling endlessly in your core, the feeling only growing stronger as the threat of your orgasm subsided. You watched with wide eyes as he slipped the digit into his mouth, reveling at the taste of your juices on his tongue. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sight, unable to look away as he smirks down at you.

"So wet for me already," he chuckles darkly, "such a good little Maus I have." Whatever was left of the clothing he was wearing was quickly discarded, the feeling of him teasing the tip of his hardened length at your entrance sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. The two of you engaged in a silent conversation, letting Falk know that you were absolutely ready for anything he had in store for you. Your cried out as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, a slight sting from him stretching you out. You felt every inch of him enter you at his agonizing pace. He grabs your jaw, your gaze snapping back to meet his in an instant. "Eyes on me Maus." Your head was already spinning, a smile dominating your lips as you struggled to follow his orders. He gradually began to pick up his pace, every snap of his hips eliciting desperate, feverish moans as you dug your nails into his back. Your voice harmonized with his, low gravelly groans that only made your body hotter the longer you listened to them. "Sheiße." He curses under his breath, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, his strokes gradually losing their relentless rhythm. Your lips found his, taking the plump flesh between your teeth in a quick nip that sent a shiver down Falk's spine. He straightened himself up from his position on top of you, grabbing your hips roughly and slamming into you, determined to make you finish before he did. 

"Falk… please…" You gasp out breathlessly, your mind numb with pleasure but it still wasn't enough to send your orgasm crashing over the edge. His fingers were back on your clit in an instant, soft spoken words of praise only adding to your dizzying headrush. He leans down, kissing you deeply as the ever tightening knot in your stomach finally snaps. You let out a muffled scream against his lips, your back arching up off the bed, your chest pressed flush against his. His thrusts became sloppy, any semblance of a rhythm gone as he let his own climax wash over him, both of you collapsing in bed next to each other, the sounds of your labored breathing filling the otherwise silent room. You felt a wet sob start to bubble up in your throat, tears pricking at your eyes as you came down from your high, various thoughts and feelings racing through your mind left you entirely overwhelmed. You sucked in a breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but Falk already noticed that something was wrong.

"Schatz? What's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shook your head, knowing that if you tried to speak you would just end up crying. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. 

"I'm sorry, just give me a second." You tried to force a laugh.

"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere." He holds you close, skin sticking to his in a tangled mess of limbs.

"You're not going to… stop speaking to me when we get back to the Abbey, are you?" Memories of past situationships blared in your mind, planting a seed of doubt in you. In the past it was always the same. Someone would make you believe they loved you only for them to leave once they got what they wanted.

"Of course not sweetheart." He places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Unfortunately you're stuck with me now." He chuckles. You smile, breathing out a laugh as you place a kiss to his collarbone. He clears his throat, shifting nervously. "I think I might be in love with you." He states quietly, his voice shaking in a way that was impossible to miss.

"Yeah?" You smile up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "How do you know?" The two of you exchange a bashful grin.

"Four years ago…" he starts his story, mulling over the details for a moment before continuing. "You were making some huge spectacle because Attila did something to piss you off." You laughed, that definitely sounded like something you would do. "You left the Abbey, you said you were going to some concert and you were going to stay the night at a friend's place or something. I don't remember all the details." He began playing with your hair, twisting a strand between his fingers. "You called me at one in the morning in hysterics asking if I could come pick you up. The entire way there I wasn't thinking about how tired I was or about the three hours drive ahead of me. The only thing that I could think of was whether or not you were safe, if anything had happened to you there would have been hell to pay when I got there. When I pulled up… and you rushed into my arms… and I just got the chance to hold you. I think that was when I knew." You place a soft kiss to his chest before nuzzling your face against him.

"I felt so bad asking you to drive all that way." You laugh quietly. You trace your fingers over the intricate tattoos on his arms before resting your hand on the side of his face, languidly running your thumb across his cheek. "I love you, Falk."

"I love you too, Schatz." He returns the confession with a smile, pulling you into a lingering kiss before the two of you drifted off in each other's arms.

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@fateoftheempress drabble inspired by our love for this song 💜 Made me think of my own self-ship 🥰

I got what you want, I got what you need (uh-huh)

Mobbin' like we don't follow anything, oh

Left, right, get it on the floor

I wanna see you left, right, get in my zone, ha

The music bounces from wall to wall, filling the room with the melody while your body warms up to the rhythm. The song had been stuck in your head for hours so what better way to get the energy out than to dance?

The studio apartment you called home immediately transforms into a concert hall. Your performance is filled with passion as lyrics spill from your lips and pair well alongside choreo themed poses. With the setting sun casting its golden glow through your window, you had your own spotlight. You were unstoppable.

Thing is, you didn’t know you would soon have a spectator. Luckily for you, it is one you were very familiar with.

You’re none the wiser as the doorknob slowly turns to open and welcome your biggest fan, your boyfriend Reo. As the melody escapes your place and into the hallway, the familiar song rings clear in his ears.

And yet, it’s his sight that is the stronger sense.

It’s not just the way you move, although it is clear you had the moves, but it’s the joy in every step. He can tell that even with your back to him. Now unburdened by a long week, you’re just simply enjoying yourself and your favorite song. The way the sun shines on you, coloring you in hues of orange and pink, he almost feels guilty for watching, for interrupting something so perfect despite his impromptu dinner plans. Setting the bouquet of lavender roses on the counter, he closes the door and waits for the chorus.

Want your body swervin' left, right, left, right

I want your body movin' left, right, left, right

You keep me up, my heart is beating up and down

Spinnin' round and round (round and round)

Just like my pirellis, burning on the ground

If you're down with me then let's ride, let's ride

Can't nobody stop it, that's right, that's right

And my adrenaline is racing up and down

Spinnin' round and round (round and round)

Hit the pedal to the ground, listen to the sound (listen to the sound)

As you spin around, your body follows your heart as you jump, not expecting to see two pools of lavender with an amused expression. What you expect even less is when he starts to mirror some of your dance moves. Despite his formal attire from his blazer down to his dress shoes, he is the embodiment of the very thing you were to him, light. Not only in expression but also in spirit.

Surprise quickly morphs into delight as your bodies dance to the song in sync, riding the rhythm. What was a performance for one became a performance for two, filled with laughter and lip-syncing. You always loved seeing Reo just let go and be silly. And while it took some time for your relationship to get there, you’re both happy it did.

By the end of the song, you’re in his arms with your back against his chest. You feel it vibrate as he speaks.

“And here I thought I would be surprising you and ended up being surprised myself. You’re really something you know that?”

“Maybe you should call next time babe.” You tease, causing him to chuckle.

“And let you have all the fun? You wish. You’re not the only one who is full of surprises. You’ll see.”

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Finish the Feed and Plug the Thing! (And Play the Music!)

Today, under the cut, I shall demonstrate my new ability to create original music that might be recordable! (Guest Starring the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel!)

My web serial! My brainchild! My empire of dirt! I write this, I'm only on social media because I want people to look at it, and they're not. I suspect I've sold my cow for some magic beans and it turns out they're not even regular beans, they're foam peanuts. Nevertheless, the people in my orbit seem decent in general SO I WILL CONTINUE TO BROWBEAT YOU WITH GUILT-INDUCING REMINDERS UNTIL MY READERSHIP IMPROVES! No need to thank me! It's a service I provide!

Current known readers: 3 (hi!), 1st Goalpost: 10?

Current supporters: 2 (hi Kith and 5th!), 1st Goalpost: 5?

So! I am doing a Hazbin Hotel fic, while working sporadically on the serial. It involves David and I have a lot to say about mental health, fictional universes and massive multiversal crossovers, so it's still technically serial content, even if you may not want to read it.

But, I like to use side projects to experiment. I have to have something I like enough to put a lot of effort in, but I don't want to feel terrible if that effort comes to nothing. The fic happened because I drew David Vivzie-style to test my drawing ability and stamina. (It's improving! I can draw! Slowly!)

I am writing MUSIC with STAGE DIRECTIONS for David's stay at the Hotel, both reprises of Hazbin Hotel tunes with new lyrics, and new songs with public domain melodies. There is a LOT of music in the public domain. I've been filking pop songs, but that's still legally grey. When I filk this stuff, there's no limits!

...but that's not true, because a lot of it doesn't have lyrics. My process up until now has involved rewriting music with existing lyrics. Never before did I tackle an instrumental. Now I have!

I would call it a 75% success. It scans, fairly well, but I think I made an error in choice of melody. I LOVE this raggy 1925 arrangement of Hungarian Rhapsody - I listened to it a million times to do this and I STILL love it - but if you actually had to sing it at speed, I think your tongue would fly off. Hamilton has unsingable music like that, too, but I think this came out too complex to be catchy. I can barely sing it and I WROTE it!

Nevertheless, here it is (stage directions omitted for ease of reading along fast enough to keep up), with some background on the fic for context: David has, at this point, convinced Alastor they were best friends in the 20s, and made friends with Angel Dust in a more conventional way. Alastor does not wish to be second-best at anything (we've already got a canon song about that!) and is registering an objection from the piano.

...That's probably still incomprehensible, but the point is, it scans. You gotta ignore the intro and start reading when the treble kicks in, but I do think it scans.

ALASTOR: Funnily, we’re both used to dining with refinement Trust two chefs to know I thought our dinner was almost perfect When the waiter served it But then you fondle The ketchup bottle! There’s bearnaise right there on the platter, what’s the matter? Must you stoop so low? Horrors! It’s just as if you called the sous-chef over —  “This needs salting!” So insulting! DAVID: Darling! The sauce is no improvement If the meat is poor With ketchup, there’s no dressing there to dress up  No one loves a pompous bore, Bestie! A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? Formal wear is not required Friendship outshines one’s attire And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete, it’s not a test I can’t be beat, I’m always best D: Although your doubtful dedication’s Quite despicable I don’t envy your situation That’s forgivable A: I’m dedicated when it’s worth it Is that true for you? And of course my friends deserve it What I’d do for you! D: Oh, I forgot, my poor coat is soaking Might you mop up my reckless joking? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: And one more thing, I’m a little squeamish You think we could keep the murders cleanish? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: You’re so competitive Do you just want to win? A (counterpoint) : (If that’s better, I’ll do better) D: Hey, I need devotion, too, if you’ve a notion to! You can’t be listening Might you do anything? A: (If that’s better, I’ll do better) D: A fur coat, a fancy car, how ‘bout a chocolate bar? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: For the salt lick, I hope I’m forgiven? I show respect with little gifts given A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: If I’ve annoyed, I think I should mention I just enjoy all kinds of attention A: And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete, it’s not a test I can’t be beat, I’m always best And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete… D: Can we have sex? A: I ca… [spoken] Old friend, if you were a woman… I’d turn lavender [note: 20s slang for gay] with shame. D: Ah. Tant pis! Shave and a haircut, no sale!

It diverges at the end, they need time to talk to each other, but it's very close!

And I should add how I "transcribed" the music to write that, because it almost broke me. It was so silly I started cackling and had to confess what I was doing and show the spouse the placeholder lyrics. You see, transcribing the beats and stresses as dashes and numbers wasn't working, so I decided to use words. I decided to listen to this music over and over, trying to find words that had a matching rhythm, and place them into stanzas with a rhyming scheme. THIS is what THAT looks like:

It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady It’s an onion bowl Oh but it’s not a begonia-bopper It’s a hot dog topper It’s a taco And it’s a tico It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady It’s an onion bowl Oh ba-by but it’s not a holy hanger it’s a radio And it’s okay but it’s just a Samples! It’s not a rosy robber It’s an onion bowl It’s not a motherfucking compsognathus  It is just an onion bowl But it’s Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s no pony in a pickup It’s a tuesday hiccup coat And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polka dots and polka dots It isn’t very much to listen It’s okay but it’s Not much of a good decision It’s okay but it’s It isn’t very much to listen It’s okay but it’s Not much of a good decision It’s okay but it’s Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s a blue doughnut boy he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup) And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not It’s a blue doughnut boy he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup) And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s not a puddle puck in a piston It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s not a puddle puck in a piston It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polka dots and polka dots And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polk— It’s not anybody it is just a Camaro cap!

I can't sing that version either ("It's not a motherfucking compsognathus!" I'm dying! 😵I'm dead!) but I'm still fond of it. And look, it worked! Kinda!

If I want to do this for the actual serial, I may have to pick simpler music, or simplify it by choosing PART of the melody to use and repeat. I can't write or read musical notation, but most people can't either, so if I can link you to a piano roll or someone's recording of an old record, we can both sing along on the internet. And maaaybe some day I'll be able to record something. I wouldn't be good at playing or singing, but if you throw enough money at me, I can pay someone!

SO PLEASE GO BEG PEOPLE TO READ ME AND GIVE ME MONEY! THANK YOU!

[araneitela]

Let's see here-- 7, 20. Now for the additional two 21s. - What are their preferred locations for getting comfortable or feeling that presence of the mood? Does the scene itself serve to amplify the moment (additionals like candles included in this), or is it more of a secondary addition compared to being woven in each other's company?

- How does it feel to be immersed in their particular brand of kisses? Finding their rhythm, letting their lips meld in a way that melts reality all around them? Is she a fan of having his hands roaming all about her figure or holding favor to their focus? Does she prefer leveling his more forward nature of embracing the moment for something lighter paced, or does it hold just fine the way it is? Oh what's that, actually there's one more. .- What's Kafka opinions on his habits of exploring her form? Heated eyes, that eagerness that's virtually from his fingertips to the ways he's just awed by her. How there's so little shame in taking that initiative in showing she's a treasure that needs every bit of due diligence in witnessing firsthand?

@astrxlfinale // Prompt: Sexuality HCs // Accepting.

7. What attire do they feel most attractive in? Christ, I love to talk attire and aesthetics for Kafka, but you ask me this with a question tied to sexuality. Okay, let me try to focus here: she feels attractive in her attire in general. Kafka is absolutely rooted in aesthetic details from head to toe that make it very obvious for me that her clothes are not chosen at random, there's a certain level of refinement to it just like everything else. I don't mean this to say that she takes three hours in the morning, I'm just saying that her 'being' comes out in what she wears, which is then integrally tied into how attractive she may feel. She isn't the type of woman to feel 'more attractive' in lingerie for example, just like she also wouldn't find a man more attractive if he were bare-chested, it's about class. Any way, let's not get too off-topic! Overall, I think her attire oozes a certain femininity within a mix of old-fashioned conservatism (high neck, draped rather than worn coats, and the choice of high-waisted elements), mixed in with very modern concepts (straps, clasps, belts, the choice of shorts even if mixed in with the high-waist that makes them more 'conservative' to some degree, the design of the extended leg of one of her boots, and the tights not being opaque). And while not exactly done with these intentions in mind, numerous of these noted elements are inherently known to draw the eye, and heighten a level of a woman's attractiveness (namely how high-waist is considered much more conservative than low waist, but if the cut compliments your figure, it will element all the right curves, namely a cinched waist like is the case with Kafka).

Any way, she would wear outfits that will include a variety of the aforementioned elements, but think of either much simpler belted high-waisted trousers, or this or much more intricately detailed high-waisted trousers like this. She will be prone to wearing things that are high neck without being too restrictive, so think of sleeveless high neck tops or bodysuits like the one here, and when wearing something like this, she will pair it with one of her many coats from her noted collection. If she chooses to not wear one, then I envision sleeve detailing such as this for example. And then if we're looking at slightly more formal options that still work casually, see something like this, or some of my random favorites include things that work around bustiers (with high waisted trousers) this option, or this. And if we're talking formal options and we remember her 'dinner party' avatar, then we're looking at things like this in terms of a dress/coat combination, but if we're looking at something that is more likely to be worn without a coat, I imagine something like this. In essence, she's someone who wears things that rather coincidentally draw the eye in intrigue, but never wears anything outwardly revealing. Not her taste, nor is she actively seeking that sort of gaze (unless necessary of course). Not because she is too timid, but she's classy, conservative. Any way, jesus, I just rambled a ton (this should be a meta on its own), any way, she feels attractive in everything she wears! Let's move onto sexual things, I guess.

20. Do they prefer to give or receive sexually? I think she fits into the majority here, who doesn't enjoy to be the recipient? (But as noted in that NSFW dash game, she isn't into 'woman worshipping' or whatever it's called). But it's a two-way street, I definitely don't feel like she is one to engage in sexual anything at random, so when she does, it's a give and take, also simply because the other's enjoyment adds to her own. Where it's not really likely that anyone will properly catch her attention, if someone does, there's an investment of time, as we've seen her actively do within the confines of the game so far. So take that concept and pull it into this context, if/when it reaches this point? There's something about being someone's full focus for that extensive amount of time that I think hits differently, and that plays into everything that she does; I mean we've spoken about the line said about her: "She must have sought something extraordinary; everything she does comes at a great cost" which is something I play into and draw out across the board. It stems from investment, a dedication of not just effort but also of time. And when she engages such an amount of time into a person, she's rather encompassing, and the act of physical intimacy is no different. It's no fleeting endeavour, even regardless of whether it's not as deeply emotionally investing yet, there's time taken to ensure a level of mutual satisfaction. Does she engage in oral? Yes, is she very thorough in that? Yes. The more worked up someone is, after all (in all facets in life), is a sign of investment, whether they realize it or not. So in an intimate setting? The other person's satisfaction walks hand in hand with the craving and longing for her, so the more elevated it is, the more she would also reap the benefits. Please her, and she pleases you (and vice versa).

(21) What are their preferred locations for getting comfortable or feeling that presence of the mood? Does the scene itself serve to amplify the moment (additionals like candles included in this), or is it more of a secondary addition compared to being woven in each other's company? The setting doesn't matter if the person in question (Caelus, I presume, mm?) doesn't play his cards well. It's all about that tinging sensation down her spine, you need to tickle her, you need to intrigue her, else nothing else will matter. And as a bit of a mystery herself, there's an element of curiosity from her as well, but it's always good to keep her guessing, because if you do, then she'll keep returning. Anyway, I digress again. Sure, she has her preferences in regards to locations, she's a little old-school in the sense that she prefers a bed, simply because it has plenty of room and comfort, but she's not opposed to couches, bathtubs, and even a shower, but those bear limitations. So in essence, most of the answer to this is actually a good 'ole yes to the last bit of your question.

21. How does it feel to be immersed in their particular brand of kisses? Finding their rhythm, letting their lips meld in a way that melts reality all around them? Is she a fan of having his hands roaming all about her figure or holding favor to their focus? Does she prefer leveling his more forward nature of embracing the moment for something lighter paced, or does it hold just fine the way it is? Jace, I love you to bits and pieces, you turn this into such poetic eloquence. Am I answering this in general or specifically for KafCae?! What are you doing over here, buddy pal? I'm gonna try to respond to this in a general setting, but it's gonna be a rough one because I see you. Like everything else, they're all-encompassing. I think it's more accurate for her than it is for anyone else I've ever written. It's not even done in an act of dominance, it's simply because of the focus that's being put on the other. Kafka is very much one who rather relinquishes the reigns within a context of intimacy, she almost draws/leads people into situations where then they have to... how to say it, claim the moment. And if they do, she leans into it and subjects herself to seeing whether that initiation of theirs continues or ends (it's simply relishing the moment), but she's not a full 'recipient', she's very much a... driver through surprises. She's not, let's say, the type to wrap her arms around a neck and simply receive a kiss and never indulge in lightening or intensifying it. As an example, if her arms do navigate there, it's to add stimulants to the nape of the neck, which drives the other person, does that make sense? Depending on the mood, stage, whatever's happening, these things are done to either prolong a moment as is, or to move it forward. In that sense, she is a fan of roaming hands, the traverses in exploration. As much as fanon insists on calling her dominant, she plays an interesting role where she never will fall into a role of full submission (if we insist on speaking roles), but she enjoys the other partner to hold a semblance of dominance. Propel things forward, surprise her and she'll surprise you.

(21). What's Kafka opinions on his habits of exploring her form? Heated eyes, that eagerness that's virtually from his fingertips to the ways he's just awed by her. How there's so little shame in taking that initiative in showing she's a treasure that needs every bit of due diligence in witnessing firsthand? Take 2: I dislike you, let it be known. I FEEL LIKE THIS ISN'T EVEN A QUESTION! This is you trying to get some form of acknowledgement/reaction out of her, I swear to god, how am I ever going to get to anything productive around here. Touch her all over, Caelus, roaming hands, let's go.

[elibabayblog]

Going Public

"Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" You grabbed his hand, fiddling with his fingers.

"We haven't been on a proper date in over a year, all because of the damn paprazzi. I want to talk you out paparazzi. He smiles, thinking about how long he had been with you.

"Okay, I'll go shower."

"No, wait, stay with me a little longer."

"Okay, but we do need to shower if we are gonna go out."

"I know, but your cuddles feel good."

You laugh at him before laying back down in his arm. He wraps his arm around you as you start to play with his chest hair.

"5 minutes Ryan, the I go shower."

"5 minutes princess."

You lay there on Ryan, cuddling your boyfriend. After a while, you sit up.

"Do you want to join me in the shower?"

"If I ever say no to that, shoot me."

You laugh and help him up. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He runs to the bathroom and slams the door shut.

-

Ryan walks out of the bathroom carrying you.

"Damn you."

"How was I supposed to know that your knees were gonna go weak after we finished?"

"How long have we been together?"

"14 months, princess."

"You make me weak whenever you are around me. Sex is no different, sir."

"I'm sorry, princess."

"I'm okay, but we can't have sex in the shower. Not unless you are gonna be doing most of the work."

"I can do that." He smirks.

"Put me down, sir, so I can get dressed."

He sat you down on the bed and walked off to the closet.

"Love, what's the dress code? Black tie? White tie?"

"Cocktail attire!" He yelled from the closet.

(Short formal dress for feminine and a suit with a tie for masculine)

"Thank you!"

He walks out with a green suit and lays it across the bed.

"Can you feel your legs, princess?"

"The feeling is coming back, slowly. I need to wait a few more minutes before I attempt to walk again."

"Sorry again, princess."

"Don't be sorry, I enjoyed it." You smiled at him.

He leans forward and kisses you. You stand up, getting your balance before you slowly walk over to the closet.

'Okay, his suit is green, so I'll wear my blue dress with green accessories.'

You shuffle through your clothes and pull out the perfect dress.

"How do I look?"

"Oh my god, princess. You look absolutely stunning."

"You don't look half bad." You laugh teasing him as you walk off.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yep!"

He takes your hand and walks out the door. He helps you into the car before getting in himself. A short drive later, he is helping you out the car. He takes your hand and walks into the restaurant with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi, how may I help you?"

"Hi, reservation for two."

"Name?"

"Gosling."

"Right this way."

"After you, princess."

He steps back for you to follow the host. You grab his hand, and he walks closely behind you. You reach the table, and he pulls your chair out.

"Enjoy your dinner."

"Thank you."

"Order what you want, princess. Dinner is on me tonight."

"Thank you, love."

You look out the window discreetly and see paprazzi gathering outside the window. You squeeze Ryan's hand.

"There here."

"Stay here, I'll be back."

He gets up and kisses your hand, then walks off. You watch as he walks off, disappearing in the dim light. You continue to look at the menu while he is away. He touches your shoulder and softly calls your name as he returns to the table.

"Princess, I'm back."

"Where did you go?"

"To the host, I asked him if anyone with a camera, or who looked like paparazzi tried to come into those doors, don't let them in. He asked a few questions, and I was happy to answer them, but we should be okay for the night."

You and Ryan ordered shortly after and ate well that night. You and him laughed, cried danced, and sung together. He happily paid for dinner, and you left together with his arm around yours. He stopped outside the restaurant doors.

"I really want to kiss you."

"You never have to ask to kiss me."

"You know they are still here, right?"

"I saw them move closer to the door when we finished up our meal."

"Do you want to give them something to sell?"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me already."

He pulls you close to him and kisses you passionately.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you so much more."

"How is that for coming out?"

[hectormcfilm]

Scene recreation plan- FINAL DECISION

Recently my group had a meeting to decide on what film scene to recreate, we went in with 3 potential ideas we all thought were strong and achievable. Each of the three options had pros and cons:

BEFORE SUNRISE

This scene was definitely in a close second in our options and was nearly the option we went for. This is a very nice and wholesome scene which would mean recreating its effect would be simple enough but also engaging for the audience as even though it is only a two minute extract viewers can get emotionally attached to the quirky characters. This would be perfect for casting actors as the characters are close enough to our age we could use acting students at Napier university. The costumes are very simple, Ethan Hawke just wearing a grey T-shirt exemplifying that. The shots are mostly just shot reverse-shot of the two characters speaking which is good to replicate authentically. The main issues we ran into would be the location, we would not only need to find a restaurant that would allow us to film but also one with similar if not the same soft sequined chairs. We would also need extras int he background which requires more actors. We thought of maybe green screening the background, adding the extras in post as when analysing the scene more it feels like the extras are fake and not actually there, there's a weird uncanniness and blurriness to them.

SE7EN

This was more of a wild card scene as we hadn't put much pre-planning into this idea before pitching it to our lecturer. The scene seems simple enough with three actors chatting around a dinner table however there are some VERY complicated aspects. Shockingly the shaking room itself isn't the most difficult part. The vibrating effect could be created partially in post, especially on the close up shots. In wide shots we could definitely have multiple crew members under the tables or behind the doors simply shaking the props in a very guerrilla filmmaking style. It would b difficult but would look very impressive if achieved successfully. Costumes are all simple but unique and different, Morgan Freeman's character standing out in formal attire. However, the difficult part of this scene is the production design, to start with we would need to find a house with a similar layout like the glass doors, then we would need to set the table with lots of food and drinks, costing the crew quite a lot and requiring tedious detail of where everything is on the table. Finally the background details of the desk and lamps in the next room would probably have to be green-screened.

THE LIGHTHOUSE

This is the scene we ended up deciding on as a group for a few reasons. To start off with we feel it has the clearest atmosphere and feel to replicate. The most important priority of the task is replicating the atmosphere and the tense but manic energy of the Lighthouse will not only be fun to film but hopefully clear to the audience. The location is mostly obscured with blacked-out windows and mostly tight mid to close-up shots. We will need to make the window out of black cardboard and buy a plant pot and lamp without a shade for set dressing. We will attempt to use pool noodles painted black for the bed frame and throw a cover over a cardboard box which will hopefully create the illusion of a bed. The main difficulty with this scene is getting an actor of the age and gravitas of Willam Defoe which may be a struggle. We also need to find a good location with wooden flooring and walls, we have some options but need to narrow down to the best and most accurate.