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saturnsummer · 3 years

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baby, be with me so happily

based off that video that drove me nuts and that photo. anyways, a small excerpt i guess that i might want to include in a future bokseul fic? hm... still brewing...

enjoy as always, grammar and other mistakes by me!

summary: after bokgi witnesses something, his suspicions are confirmed when he sees it again in person.

word count: 3181 words

excerpt title: protect.

trigger warning: abuse, slight mention of blood, minor cursing.

"Yah, Bokgi! Are you listening?" Yebeom nudged his friend as Bokgi stirred his metal tray of rice.

“What?" Bokgi raises his head, to find his friends staring in concern. Bokgi, confused, leans back as he spoons another mouthful of rice into his mouth. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he chewed anyway. He knew if he didn’t eat, he would end up dozing off in class. And it didn’t help that he was already blacklisted for talking back to the teachers often.

"You okay? You seem pretty distracted." The older Sol asks. Bokgi shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with his noona. But he knows that amongst the six of them, he’s the worst liar. Setting his utensils down, he leans forward and darts his eyes and head around. The group gets his cue as they lean down to the table further, huddling together.

"You know Jeon Yeseul-ssi?" Bokgi asked. Yebeom cocked his eyebrow.

"What, the eye candy in my batch?" The younger Sol turns her head, staring in a cold piercing stare and swats his arm. Jiho clicks his tongue as Joon Hwi sighs.

"Yeah, she's the new transfer right? Just got in about a week ago?" Joon Hwi asks, ignoring the mutters of complaints from Yebeom.

"What's up? You like her?" The older Sol asks, a hopeful grin on her face. Bokgi swears his face flushed red, but this wasn't the time. He needed to be truthful on what he saw.

"I saw her this morning arguing with an older guy today. Some college dude. He looks kind of familiar, I just can’t remember.” Bokgi admits uncertainty in his voice as he chews on a piece of meat.

"It might just be her boyfriend, and they got into a fight." Jiho quips.

"It didn't look like it. The way he shouted and the way she shrunk back was...different. I can't put my finger on it, but it felt weird." Bokgi sighs. "Maybe I'm thinking too much about it."

The group is mostly silent as they finish their meals. Bokgi, still deep in his thoughts, can't shake the image from this morning. The way Yeseul's eyes were so full of fear and hurt when she looked up at the older guy, the way when her eyes met Bokgi's that screamed helplessness, but she only gave a small smile when Bokgi asked if she was okay. Most of the time, Bokgi would have blushed as usual whenever he caught her eyes, but that moment, he felt uncertainty and sadness.

"Bokgi, she has club activities with me today. I'll ask her about it carefully. Maybe ask if she has a boyfriend or whatever first. After all, she did create quite a buzz when she arrived." Sol says. Bokgi hides a blush and darts his eyes away to anywhere but his friends. God, Sol-noona is never gonna let me get away with my embarrassment.

"Thanks, noona."

"Oh, wait. Sejun from class 5 just sent me some gossip." Yebeom said, scrolling on his phone. "He says that some girls have asked Yeseul and confirmed she has a boyfriend. Her boyfriend is popular politician's son, Ko Yeongchang."

"Ah! The guy that went viral for all his videos online and good looks?" Joon Hwi asks as Bokgi researches his name and confirms it when a bunch of his photos pop up over his browser. Yes, this was the man that Bokgi saw with Yeseul this morning. But why does he feel like he knows Yeongchang from somewhere else too?

“We’re going to be late. Let’s go.” Jiho says, picking up his tray and the rest follow suit as they head out to clear it. They split to their respective classes, agreeing to meet after school at the entrance.

Bokgi shoves his hands in his blazer pockets as he walks back to his classroom, taking his seat at the back. He slumps his head on the table, replaying the way that Yeseul shrunk back when Yeongchang raised his voice. The way that Yeseul formed a shaky smile when Bokgi came over to ask if she was okay, and she only nodded. How he noticed the small bruise on her arm, hidden by her blazer, but said no word.

There was something more, and Bokgi was ready to find out.

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Yeseul sits on the toilet seat cover of the school’s bathroom as she takes off her blazer and rolls the sleeve of her blouse up. She sighs looking at the bruise that is slightly red, a hint of purple just underneath. She's glad for the blazer now, as much as she hates the rough material and the ugly colour. At least it hides away the bruises blossoming on her arms under the white shirt.

Taking an ointment from her pouch, she dabs carefully, rubbing in with care and bites her lips from hissing when it's too painful. Yeseul sighs when she rolls back her sleeves and runs a hand through her long locks. When she shuts her eyes, she can only replay the way Yeongchang's hand digging into her arm over her fresh bruise from the day before, and her foolish mistake for angering him more when she forced her arm away and shouted back. She knew better than to shout back, especially when they were in front of her school in the early morning.

"I should have never said anything about school..." Yeseul mumbles to herself as she puts her blazer back on. She opens the cubicle door, sighting a few female students reapplying their lip tints and she forces a friendly smile before heading to the last sink to wash her hands. The girls give an equally excited smile back before they rush out in hushed whispers. She catches a girl whispering about how Yeseul looks so elegant, like a sculpture brought to life.

If only they knew, Yeseul thought, as she dried her hands and stared at her lifeless eyes. She fixes a smile on her face before walking out of the washroom. Once she was out, she noticed the back of a familiar curly haired student from afar walking along the hallway alone, hands in his blazer. When he turns to walk into the classroom, Yeseul's eyes soften as she's reminded of what happened just a few hours ago.

Bokgi was someone Yeseul always noticed, even though she had been in school for just a week. She would find him hiding behind a wall and he would run away or just smile in a silly fashion before making a lame excuse to run off, no, sprint away. Yeseul also noted how Bokgi's voice could be heard from the other end of the hallway, arguing with his teacher on the reasons on why he strongly agrees with the point of having all citizens exercise their own right to express their views. Shortly after, when she ended class, he was sitting outside on the floor sulking, kicked out from class. Yeseul stifled a laugh, because for some reason, his sulking made him seem like a cute five year old that didn't manage to convince his parents that he wanted that piece of candy.

When he approached him this morning, his tie loose around his collar and asked in a soft voice if she was okay, Yeseul had wanted to say that it wasn't. Yeseul wanted to admit to him that the bruises on her arms hurt, that she was boiling with anger. But she held her tongue back. No, she wasn't angry, Yeongchang was just going through a phase and his emotions got the best of himself. No, her bruises didn't hurt. Yeongchang doesn't mean any of it, he never means to hurt her.

Yeseul takes a deep breath in as she walks back to her classroom and takes her seat. She flips through the photos she's taken with Yeongchang. A mirror selfie with his arms around her waist in his room. Them in matching outfits sharing a sweet kiss. Her in a body hugging satin ruched dress and him in a suit as they celebrated Valentines. She smiles at the sweet memories, remembering his loving touch and sweet words.

No, she doesn't regret being with Yeongchang. He doesn't mean it.

No, she loves Yeongchang, and he loves her.

Yeseul is okay.

Yeseul is not a victim.

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Bokgi unwraps the hand wraps around his knuckles as he pants heavily. Leaning against the locker door, he picks up his phone and replays the video. Screening through, he sighs as he notices the break in his form when he punches the punching bag and how unsteady his footwork is. He needs more practice, if he wants to improve from where he is now.

He wipes the sweat off his forehead, thankful for the hair tie that the older Sol lent him to tie his hair back for training. He grabs a fresh change of clothes before heading to the shower room, stripping off his sweaty clothes and taking a quick shower, erasing all traces of sweat. His boxing training ends the earliest, but he takes the longest to shower with the mount of curled locks he has.

When he's changed into comfortable, clean clothes, he dries his curled locks as best as he can, but he still doesn't know how to not make it look so wet. He wishes the younger Sol was here to help him with his hair, but she's probably still in debate, arguing with Jiho. (Silently, Bokgi prays that they are on the same team so that he wouldn't have to witness another cold war between the two.)

Muttering his curses, he throws the towel in his duffel and picks up his school bag and heads out the gym after waving goodbye to his coaches and club mates. He goes to the vending machine, purchasing a carton of banana milk and sits by the steps of the school's entrance, sipping on his drink.

From the corner, he notices Yeseul walking from the side and Bokgi does his best to not choke on his milk. He scrambles from the steps and runs away to the corner, behind a wall, peeking over to see Yeseul with a small smile as she walks with a few students. But her smile drops when they bump into a familiar man, hands in the pocket of his jeans, a smug smirk on his face.

Ko Yeongchang was back.

The students next to her gaped, for the first time seeing this ulzzang in person. Bokgi can't make out their words, but Yeongchang throws his head back, mouth wide open and eyes crinkled. From the way the students are looking, Bokgi suspects that he must have told them Yeseul is his girlfriend. Yeseul's face plasters a shy smile, but her eyes speak otherwise. Her eyes bore uncertainty, the same way that Bokgi remembers from this morning.

Yeongchang's arm slipped around Yeseul's back, his hand grabbing onto her arm. For a split second, Yeseul's eyes flashed pain, but it was quickly covered with her usual sparkle and light as she gave a light laugh. Bokgi's stomach churned. Something was obviously wrong, and it was enough to make him feel almost slightly nauseous.

The other students giggled as they walked away, waving to Yeseul as they scurried back to school. As soon as they were out of sight, Yeseul rips her way out of Yeongchang's arms and takes a step back, her hand instinctively going up to grab her other arm. It was enough for Bokgi to infer what was probably going on. Bokgi's anger bubbled inside as he felt the puzzle pieces falling together.

"This bastard..." Bokgi cursed through his gritted teeth. It didn't take a genius to know that Yeseul was being abused by Yeongchang. The way that she shrunk back when his hand reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear this morning. The way her eyes darted when Yeongchang held her arm in a tight fashion.

Yeseul shouts something inaudible to Yeongchang, and they exchange a few shouts. Yeseul is turning around to leave when Yeongchang grabs her bag and spins her around, hand gripping her wrist. She forcefully pulls away, but Yeongchang grabs her arm. The moment he raises his hand up is when Bokgi crushes his carton of milk and shouts. No, he can't see this. Not again.

"Yah! What do you think you are doing?" He shouts in a voice so loud and full of anger, he can't recognise it as his own. He storms over, sticky sugary milk dripping between his left hand as he clutches his carton. He reaches and Yeseul is almost surprised to see him. If Yeseul wasn't there, Bokgi would have said nothing and pummel him back.

"Bokgi-ssi..." Yeseul whispered, almost in surprise.

"Noona, are you okay?" Bokgi turns to ask Yeseul.

"Noona? What, does he know you? When did you know other guys?" Yeongchang asked, voice raised and slightly aggressive.

"That's none of your business. And what were you about to do? Hit her?" Bokgi spat back in anger. His eyes burned with fury as he challenged the taller man.

"Why are you meddling in our business? She's my girlfriend, I get to do what I want." Yeongchang scoffs back, hand grabbing back to Yeseul's arm as he pulls. This time, Yeseul is caught off guard as she hisses in pain.

"Stop!" Bokgi shouts in fury before pulling Yeongchang's hand away. Swiftly, he pushes Yeseul's hand away from the both of them.

"Why are you so concerned? What, you like her?" Yeongchang's eyes are dark and challenging as he stares down at Bokgi.

"Noona doesn't deserve to be treated by a bastard like you." Bokgi seethes with gritted teeth as his fists are balled tightly.

"What? What did you say?" Yeongchang's face contorts to one of so much fury, as he grabs onto the collar of Bokgi's shirt.

"You heard me, bastard."

And that was all it took for Yeongchang's fist to come flying across his face, knocking him to the concrete ground. Bokgi shook his head to centre himself, a hand reaching up to his face knowing a bruise will form.

"Bokgi-ssi!" Yeseul shouts in concern as she bends down, trying to help Bokgi up. But Bokgi only shrugs her concerns off.

"You know, for someone that beats people, you're kinda weak." Bokgi says, a taunting smile on his face. Yeongchang's face grows in even more fury as Bokgi stands up, dusting the dirt of his clothes.

"You—" Another punch comes, but Bokgi has enough playing victim, and he dodges the blow effortlessly. Yeongchang tries throwing an uppercut, but Bokgi is quick to block his arm and land one across his jaw. He doesn't hit hard enough for a bruise, but hard enough to hurt. Yeongchang stumbles back, almost surprised at the power of this high school rebel, but Bokgi stands tall.

Another punch comes, but Bokgi is faster to land one before Yeongchang could land his. Bokgi manages to catch Yeongchang off guard as he turns his arm backwards and pins it against his back. With every tug, Yeongchang is cursing in pain.

"One more word from you and I'll sprain your wrist. Or should I maybe crack your ribs?" Bokgi threatens. "You sick freak, beating up your girlfriend? And you have so many people looking up to you as an influencer?"

"Let go of me!" Yeongchang shouts in anger.

"You know, we have security cameras here, right? And they clearly saw you this morning and just now, raising your hand. They also caught you punching me first." Bokgi brings his lips closer to his ears. "How will that look, hm? A politician's son, on the news of beating his girlfriend?"

Yeongchang is lost, but still squirming. Bokgi slides his foot between his legs, letting him fall to the ground on his knees as Bokgi holds him in a kneeling position. From the corner of his eye, he spots Yeseul with the older Sol rubbing her back and Joon Hwi next to her with the rest of his friends.

"What-What do you want?"

"Promise you won't ever, ever touch noona like that again. If I find out on my own that she's hurt by you..." Bokgi tightens his grip on his wrist as Yeongchang grunts in pain. "Your wrist isn't the only thing that is going to be broken."

Bokgi finally lets go and steps away from Yeongchang, Joon Hwi joining Bokgi by his side.

"Get out. Now." Joon Hwi sternly barks as Yeongchang, still seething with anger, dust the dirt from his pants. He sets his eyes on Bokgi as he stares straight into the brown orbs.

"You...watch out. You'll pay." He says before turning on his heels and walking away, hands running in his hair with frustration. The group joins from behind, as Sol and Yeseul walk over to join. All of sudden, it occurred to Bokgi that Yeseul had to watch this, and he wished a deep pit swallowed him alive in that instant.

"Ah, Yeseul-noona... I'm sorry you had to watch that... I...I'm sorry." Bokgi mutters his apologies. Yeseul shakes her head slowly.

"Thank you for standing up for me. I'm sorry you had to get hurt." Yeseul says softly as Bokgi brings a hand up to his face. It's sore, and he finally tastes the slightest bit of metallic blood from the burst corner of his lips.

"Ah? This is nothing. I have it a lot worse in training." Bokgi shrugs it off. The older Sol hits him on the head lightly as Bokgi yelps.

"A lot worse in training? Do you want us to kill you before you get beaten to pulp? Take care of yourself, Min Bokgi!" Sol scolds. Yebeom passes him a wet wipe to wipe his sticky hand from the banana milk.

"You should get ice on the bruise." Yeseul says as she digs into her pockets for a small container and takes Bokgi's calloused hands before pressing it in.

"It's some ointment for bruises that I, you know..." She trails off. The older Sol just carefully places an arm around her.

"Are you going to break up with him?" Jiho asks, his head nodding in the direction of where Yeongchang left. Yeseul stayed silent as her lost eyes darted, her hand sweeping her hair away. Bokgi doesn't know where he gained the courage from, but he gently places a hand on her shoulder, careful to just let it rest.

"I'll protect you, okay?"

Yeseul looks into Bokgi's soft eyes as Bokgi gives a small smile. Even with a red bruised jaw, a burst lip, this man could still smile at her like an innocent child. Yeseul just nods, drawing a small smile out of her, as she suddenly feels a faith arise in her.

Bokgi might not have been able to protect her from the bruises then. But he will protect her heart and from the bruises now. Even if it means being beaten down countless times, he would protect her, each time.

She was worth protecting, even if she didn't feel the same.

#law school #law school kdrama #jtbc law school #law school netflix #law school jtbc #kdrama #jtbc drama #jtbc #min bok gi #jeon yeseul #bokseul #go youn jung #lee kang ji #fluff #original by akinosakiya

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honorable-wanderings · 3 years

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Word of Honor - Episode 2 Part 1 - Stalking, but in like. A sexy way

(Sorry! For some reason the “readmore” isn’t working right!)

WE JOIN OUR “HEROES”....

exactly where we left them.

ZZS looks confused, offended, and slightly intrigued by the new person added into Smash Bros.

Look at him. Tryin to be all cool. Make a good first impression.

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I’m not really sure what kind of a power move it is wrapping up her whip and pulling her closer in a chastising way in front of the man you have already decided to try to seduce but it is a power move none the less.

And it seems to be working! :o

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There’s more pouting in this show than I originally anticipated.

“A-Xiang, stop attacking random people on the street. At least wait until your martial arts don’t suck ass first.”

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And so the dance begins.

Look at that smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

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Waste not your honored thanks on me, kind gentleman. I am but a lowly drunkard lying dirty and prone on the street. The error, therefore, must have been my own!

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I got my eyes on you!!!!

To quote a kind young lady that I met quite recently. “I don’t give a FUCK”

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Oh wait, you’re still here?

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Best boy alert is going crazy!!!

We may have just met ChenLing, but I would die for him. That also seems to be the general consensus with the other characters as well.

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“It is dangerous outside the town walls, so I cannot allow a child like you to... ...A sword? My apologies, sir. It was wrong of me to treat you like a child. “

What? That’s not what he said?

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“Are you injured or ill?”

*looks into the camera like it’s the office*

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ZZS out here looking like a tragic renaissance painting.

“Young master can we go now? He smells D:”

“Sure just a sec! Let me just leave him my house keys!!”

“What??? Nooooo”

“What was that phrase I learned today? I don’t give a fuck?”

(On a side note I am trying to learn French atm and deadass almost wrote “fraise” instead of “phrase” even though it means “strawberry” and doesn’t have anything to do with the conversation at hand.)

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I came out here to enjoy the sun and some peace and quiet and some good alcohol. The peace and quiet is gone. And so is the sun. Now this dickwad’s saying I might be bad because I dress like shit? I was the nicest dressed royal assassin ever and now that I’m a hobo I’ve never been more upstanding! I haven’t even killed a single person in like a year and a half (other than myself).

At least I still have you, alcohol.

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Meanwhile back with these two,

A-Xiang is still mad that she lost a random fight she picked with someone who looked like a pushover.

More pouting ensues

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“Get good”

Master KeXing reveals he knows more than he revealed to know previously when he was pretending not to know what he has now revealed he knows.

A-Xiang wants to know if he’s making shit up again.

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The plot is driven forward by the playful rhyming chants of children. Honestly that’s top tier horror movie quality plot beat right there. Add a sense of foreboding to your story even though we’re still in ‘lighthearted silly time”

Good job!

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Zhou Zishu wonders, surely not for the last time, why everyone in the martial arts world can’t just calm the fuck down.

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ZZS then decides that after being accosted by random people on the street while he was snoozing and minding his own damn business that that seems like a lot of fun and decides to accost some random person on the street who was snoozing and minding their own business.

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Why doesn’t anyone ever believe that I’m fucking loaded? I’ve got like 2 years left and I’m gonna blow my life’s savings before I go muthafucka. You want 3 mace of silver for a half-mile boat ride? Done motherfucker did I stutter?

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“Hello. I’m totally not stalking you. :D”

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“You wanna ride my boat? ;)” he asks, shouting it across the river so that he could be heard. “What?” Zhou Zishu replies, not able to understand him over the babbling of the water.

“I said! Do! You! Want! To! Ride! My! Boat? Winky Face!”

“Did you just say “winky face??”

“Yeah I was worried you couldn’t see it from there!”

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Somehow today has turned out much more interesting than I had anticipatd

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“We’ll meet again if fated!”

“Challenge accepted”

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Yes I am only keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t fuck with my plans. And that is the only reason. Yes. that’s why I’m going to follow him. Just this. Only that. No other reason.

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This place is pretty! I think this would be a great place to die!

Hun, you still have a couple years. You can always come back to die here later but like chilling in a field of flowering trees for 2 years will kinda lose its novelty if you don’t do other things too.

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GIVE ME YO’ FUCKIN’ MONEY!!

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You said I’ve already ridden and dashed so what’s the point in my paying you now? Toodles!

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This place is pretty but I love how people never walk anywhere. Like the trees would look prettier if you were in them you know.

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HOly fuck! Being rude as shit is so fun! How have I never tried this before?

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Uh.. question: How did this get here? It’s clearly dry docked but it’s no where near the water. Why is it here???

Ah well. It’s free real estate

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WHY IS THE RUM GONE?

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Do I have “attack me” written on my face or something? For the love of fuck! I’m not drunk enough for this!

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“Meh”

“Meh? I think not good sir.”

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Would you believe that this wasn’t even rehearsed?

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For someone who does not want people to see his chest, this is certainly a lot of chest exposed???

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Not sure that’s how fans work, but hell maybe I’ve just been using ‘em wrong all this time

Holy fuck is it heat seeking???

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Surprise!!!

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Pff. Okay. Like I will ALWAYS love it when some not sharp object flies into something and sticks like it’s made of razor sharp blades. And I know TECHNICALLY it’s possible - what with a tornado being able to slam a single piece of straw through cinder block. But it will always make me smile.

(And while that is a smile at how ridiculous it is, it is with 100% legit affection and charm. I legit love it)

Just. “Thunk”

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Who is attacking me? Were they sent by the prince? Do they know who I am? Do I need to get serious?

Oh... It’s just that random guy again.

Well that’s okay then.

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I apologize for once again attacking you randomly and completely unprovoked in the middle of nowhere. My bad.

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“My footwork has godlike elegance huh? You shoulda seen me when I wasn’t dying.”

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I came here to check out dat ass again and I was not disappointed. ;)

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Don’t stand so- Don’t stand so- Don’t stand so close to me ♪

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“Why don’t we drink on my boat?“ “I don’t want to sleep with you!“ “Yet ;)”

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Why the fuck are you following me? Just say what you want from me already!

Bitch you invited me

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“He’s so good at kissing ass”

Oh just you wait.

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Still gonna stalk you btw! ♥♥♥

#word of honor #Shanhe Ling #zhou zishu #wen kexing #Gu Xiang #zhang chengling #spoilers #episode 2 #Long Post #Writing WoH

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years

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Are you still accepting requests?! If so, could you do something like Jeff and Glenne are getting married and obviously H is the best man. Jeff doesn’t want to go to his dance class alone so he brings Harry along and he falls for the teacher 🥺

A/N: So sorry this took so long. This request threw me for a loop at first, I’m not gonna lie. It ended it being a lot longer than I thought, but I hope I did it justice. Let me know what you think! :) (keep an eye out for links of the song and outfit)

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Practice Makes Perfect

“Is this really necessary? You’ve already got two left feet, I highly doubt a few dance lessons are going to help you now,” Harry teased, holding the door open for his friend as they entered the top-rated dance studio, making their way to the elevator.

Jeff scoffed, slightly embarrassed, “Come on, man. My wedding is in a month, I’ve got time to learn. Do you know how many people are going to be there? I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of everyone.”

“A little late for that, no?” Harry laughed, entering the elevator and pressing the button to get to the fourth floor, “They’re your friends and family members, all of whom know you’re a right prick at dancing. It won’t be a shock to anyone.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to Glenne. She insisted. And as my best man, you’re obligated to come,” the elevator doors opened and they made their way towards the set of double doors that would lead to their dancing studio, ready to meet their instructor as Jeff muttered, “Could have forced you to wear a wig to get the full effect. Still could, so stop complaining.”

“Why have I always got to be the girl?” Harry sarcastically whined just as he opened the doors to be caught off-guard by one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

Y/N was sat on the floor, one leg out, and stretching her hands down towards her toes as her phone lay screen-up and opened up to her Spotify account, scrolling through the list of music. At the sound of Harry’s remark upon their arrival, she looked up at them, an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk drew across her face.

“Well, you’ve got the easy job out of the two of you,” their instructor stood up and made her way over to them, eyeing Harry, “All you’ve got to do is stand there and look pretty while your friend, here, does all the work.”

“See?” Jeff turned to Harry with a smirk, “Won’t be any different than the way you handle your relationships in the bedroom.”

“Shut up,” Harry backhanded Jeff’s arm, blush creeping up on his cheeks as their instructor giggled.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you both,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand to shake, “So, obviously you’re Harry, and you’re Jeff. Congratulations on the wedding,” she smiled brightly at Jeff.

Harry’s heart had stopped beating the second he saw her and when she shook his hand it was like a surge of electricity coursed through him and jumpstarted it again, only this time it was beating too fast. He completely blanked, not hearing a single word that was said between Jeff and Y/N, too enraptured by her smile and the way she pulled her hair into a ponytail.

After a moment of chit-chat, Y/N urged them to follow her, her phone in hand, and explained, “So, I’ve been working with Glenne separately on the choreography; love that you aren’t doing your first dance until the day of the wedding, by the way. Very brave,” she turned, smiling kindly at Jeff before continuing towards the center of the dance floor, “And we came up with something beautiful, but easy for you because she mentioned you aren’t much of a dancer,”

“Definitely not much of a dancer,” Jeff nodded in agreement.

Harry snorted, “He’s got the rhythm of a toddler.”

Y/N laughed, smiling brightly, “That’s alright! That’s what I’m here for. I won’t make you look silly. Now she did mention she wanted a couple of lifts, so we did add a few lifts in there. Okay, first thing’s first, I want to show you a few of the basic steps. This dance is pretty simple and it’ll be Glenne doing most of the work. The important thing to remember is to keep your limbs loose and just go with the flow. Don’t worry about your feet. If you hyper-focus on your feet you’ll trip. Just keep your head up and always look at your partner.”

“Got it,” they nodded.

They immediately got to work as she explained the steps, “So you and Glenne will walk in together hand in hand when the music starts. Look at each other, smile, ignore everyone watching you,” Y/N said. She was super professional in how she spoke to them but somehow made them feel comforted and calm. There wasn’t too much pressure on Jeff to get it all down in the first go. “Once in the center of the floor, you’ll turn to each other and this is where our first steps come in. We’ll be doing the waltz. We’ll work on the footwork first, then move on to the turns and posture.”

She showed them the basic steps. Left foot forward, right step out, and together. Right foot back, left foot out, and together, etc, repeat. It took them a bit to get that down, especially Jeff, but they got there. Y/N was extremely patient, keeping it lighthearted and making sure to reassure them. Thirty minutes in and they began to work on their turns, which was even more difficult, but they were having fun. Harry liked a challenge and had always wanted to learn how to dance. After another thirty to forty minutes they had finally gotten it down.

“Now, with this dance, a rise and fall make your turns look elegant and beautiful, so when you turn, make sure you aren’t just stepping forward, stiff-legged. I want you to glide forward with your weight on your heel and gradually rise to your toes. Keep your back straight. You should look like a stuck-up snob with a stick up their ass.”

The two men laughed and they carried on. Pretty soon they were able to carry on with the actual choreography. She explained each move, how many steps, and how many beats to carry the step. They’d learn the steps to a certain point, stop, restart, and do it again a few more times to make sure they had it down before learning the next step.

The more they understood the dance, the more exciting it got. The lifts were Harry’s favorite part, and when he got to try it with her, he jumped around excitedly, proud of himself for getting it right. Y/N would laugh and cheer along with them, making jokes that helped them memorize the steps and having them practice parts of the dance with each other.

Three hours in and they still had work to do, they needed to work on some of their footwork and hadn’t even danced along to the music yet, but they were getting there. But, their session for the day was over and they would be seeing her again next week They had two more lessons with Y/N before the wedding.

Harry began practicing both Glenne’s choreography and Jeff’s at home in his free time, during phone meetings, while cooking, and even once while he showered, though he slipped and got a nasty bruise on his hip so he decided not to do that again. By the time their next lesson rolled around, Harry felt confident in his footwork, that he eagerly joined Jeff to the dance studio, greeted by Y/N with her bright smile and twinkling eyes once again.

“Hellooooo,” Y/N sang as they walked through the doors, making her way over to them from where she stood by the speakers, “How are you both?”

“We’ve been practicing all week,” Harry informed her with a grin.

Y/N giggled, “I’m glad. Should we get started and see what you’ve got? The two of you can dance together. Harry, you can be Glenne,” she stood to the side as both friends got together.

“Hello, my hunky monkey,” Harry teased in a high-pitched voice as Jeff wrapped an arm around Harry’s back, “Goodness, you’re so strong.”

“Shut up!” Jeff groaned with a smile, making both Harry and Y/N laugh.

Y/N counted down and the boys began to dance as she clapped to the beat and shouted out directions. Jeff struggled a bit to keep up, so Harry led, confident in his turns and steps, although they avoided lifts and dips with each other so they didn’t hurt the other, saving them for when they danced with Y/N who was much better practiced. He was sure to keep his back straight, chest out, and arms up. Y/N would cheer and yelp whenever they did a particularly good job and jumped up and down as they finished, clapping proudly.

“That was wonderful, you guys. Really, great job. Harry, you were an excellent Glenne fill-in, thank you. Jeff, the only things I want to critique you on is your posture and your rise and falls. You were still slouched a bit, and the timing of your rise and falls were a bit off which made you mix up your footwork a bit. Also, try not to look down at your feet too much and keep eye contact with your partner.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t want to look at Harry’s revolting face,” Jeff joked.

Harry smirked, “It’s only because he’s afraid he’ll fall in love with me and want to marry me instead.”

“I’m sure,” Y/N laughed, “So, I think we’re ready to add music to it, what do you think?”

They both agreed.

“So I downloaded your first dance song. Would you like to try the full dance with me from start to finish? Do you feel comfortable enough for the lifts and dips?”

“Is it possible to see you do it first?” Jeff asked, hands on his hips, “I just feel like I keep messing up the first dip and last lift and if I could see his footwork, I might get it.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Harry, are you up for that? You feel confident enough to do his steps?”

“Of course. I’m a pro,” Harry joked, making her smile.

Really, his nerves began to kick in. He hadn’t done the whole dance from start to finish with all of the dance moves yet, and Y/N had warned them yesterday that sometimes adding the music in could mess with them at first. He worried that he’d get his timing off or drop her. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her. But seeing her confidence and faith in him made him feel at ease. She handed her phone to Jeff and instructed him to play the music on her signal.

“Alright, we’re going to do this for real,” Y/N explained, “You’re Jeff, I’m Glenne, we just got married, we’re happy, we’re madly in love, this is our first dance as husband and wife. We need all of our friends and family to see the passion, okay?”

Harry nodded, gulping as they stood off on the side of the dance floor, “Passion. Got it.”

Y/N smiled sweetly, voice softer, “It’s okay, it’s just us. You won’t have to do this in front of a crowd. Just remember what I said. Keep your eyes on me. I’ll lead.”

He nodded once more and Y/N stretched out her hand for him, which he took in his. She signaled Jeff to start the music. Fire on Fire by Sam Smith began to play, and at the sound of his voice, they began to make their way to the center of the floor. He spun her to face him, keeping their one pair of hands together while Y/N’s other hand went on his shoulder and his on her waist as they began to waltz. Their eyes stayed locked onto each other’s and his nerves began to ease as they danced, twirled, and swayed.

Her touch was so soft, yet he felt comfortable and unfaltering, following her every step and movement, never feeling an ounce of doubt. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, everything seemed to fade. He could see the falter in her smile, and she in his. The chemistry they felt as they danced was overwhelming. And when the beat dropped, everything disappeared. It was time for their first lift, and the worry he felt earlier had completely disappeared. Dancing with her, it came naturally. There was no hesitation.

With her hand around his neck, she wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted, spinning her around in circles. She smiled, letting her head fall back and giggling as he spun her perfectly, and he laughed at how carefree she looked. Setting her down, they continued to dance and the intimate part of their dance came. With her guiding his hand around her neck, they closed the space between them and pressing their foreheads on each other, looking up into his eyes.

It only lasted a second in real-time, but for Harry, it lasted an eternity. Butterflies fluttered around his stomach, some escaping to his chest as their noses touched. The urge to kiss her was almost too strong to contain. And on their second, with her back against his chest and her hands in his, he spun her again. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and he took in her sweet scent, his cheek pressed against her ear. And finally, the ending of their dance. The final dip. He outstretched his leg and gently brought her down, her head falling back as he brought his head down to her, letting his lips gently brush against her neck before slowly bringing her back up and letting her lean into him, one hand still around his neck while the other rested on his chest, their foreheads touching again as they deeply looked into each other’s eyes.

There was a moment. And he knew that she felt it, too. The sexual tension could have been cut with a knife. And his point was proven when Jeff began to clap and whistle, making them jump and pull apart, shaken.

Flustered, Y/N hesitantly smiled at Jeff and met him halfway to take her phone and review the dance with him. For the next thirty minutes, she avoided eye contact with Harry. No matter what he said or did to get her attention, she refused to look at him, focusing on Jeff and helping him with the dance. But the more Harry tried, the more she relaxed. She started giggling more at his jokes, bantered more, smiled more. And by the end of the session after a bit of back and forth flirting, Y/N gave both Harry and Jeff a hug goodbye.

“Great job, you two. Keep practicing. Next week is our last time together. I think you’ve got it!” Y/N beamed, packing her things into a duffel bag.

“Thanks so much, Y/N. See you next week!” Jeff called back, pulling Harry towards the door.

With one last look behind him, he grinned and waved goodbye. As they waited for the elevator, Harry couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t seen it coming, but these lessons had turned into the highlight of his weeks lately and Y/N was just incredible. Jeff was talking about god-knows-what beside him. He vaguely heard the words ‘final fitting’ and ‘bow-tie’, but honestly, his mind was elsewhere, contemplating on whether or not he should make an excuse to go back in there and talk to her.

“Earth to Harry,” Jeff yanked on his arm.

When he came-to he noticed Jeff standing in the elevator, doors beginning to close and Jeff holding it open for him.

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Harry jumped in and let the doors close.

“You alright?” Jeff asked, pressing the button for the ground floor.

With a tight-lipped grin, Harry nodded, “Yeah, all good.”

The week dragged and Harry became impatient. He found himself constantly checking in on Jeff to make sure he was practicing and wanting to meet up so they could practice together. He used the excuse that he was ‘maintaining his best-man duties and making sure Jeff didn’t make a fool of himself’, but it was mostly for him. He wanted to make sure he danced well enough to impress Y/N.

He couldn’t get her off his mind and was so eager for the next lesson, that when Jeff told Harry he didn’t think he needed Harry to come to the next session, his heart sank.

“I think I’ve got it,” Jeff explained, “I might call Y/N and let her know that it’ll be a short session. Practice with her once or twice and see what she says.”

“It’s already paid for, you mine as well go. I just want to be there to make sure you’ve really got it down. It’s one more session, what’s the harm? You’ve got your schedule cleared out, anyway.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow, “You were kicking and screaming before the first session, and now you’re begging me to go? Why?”

“No reason,” Harry replied, a little too quickly, and when he saw the smirk form on his best friend’s face, he tried his best to save face. “Jeff, you’re shit at dancing, man. Glenne’s been working hard on this dance, I just think you ought to, too.”

After a suspicious stare, Jeff gave in and agreed.

When their last session arrived, Harry made sure to dress up a little bit more than his usual basketball shorts and a graphic tee, wearing a pantsuit and button-up. Jeff didn’t think anything of it at first, knowing that’s just how Harry dressed sometimes. But mid-way through the lessons, he started to get suspicious. He knew his friend well enough to know that the desperately pathetic dad-jokes and the constant blushing and laughing was Harry’s way of flirting, and he started to put two-and-two together.

“If you’re not careful, it’ll be you who’s taking dance lessons for your wedding next,” Jeff whispered in his ears while Y/N went to turn the music off.

“Shut it,” Harry snapped, giving his friend a push.

“Ask for her number.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Harry blushed. Because he was nervous, that’s why.

Y/N clapped her hands together once, making her way back over to them with a smile, “I am so proud of you boys. You did such a great job, honestly. You’ve nailed it, Jeff. Your first dance is going to be beautiful!”

“Thanks to you,” Jeff admitted, thankful.

“Oh, no. You did all the hard work. I just watched,” she smiled sweetly, leaning in to give him a hug, “Congratulations, again. You and Glenne are wonderful. Next week will be gorgeous, I’m sure. Let me know how it goes. I can’t wait to see the pictures.”

“Thanks, again,” Jeff patted her back.

She turned to Harry, smiling wider, “And thanks for accompanying him. You’re a great best-man. Or great fill-in-bride. Whatever you want to call it. It was lovely to meet you.”

“You, as well,” Harry managed, giving her a warm hug.

Quickly, he tried to think of something else to say. But when they pulled apart, nothing came to mind. They looked at each other for a second too long, and Y/N, unsure what to do, began to avert her eyes, looking over towards Jeff and backing away towards her bag, “Well, have a great rest of your day. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

Jeff looked between the two of them before he jumped into action, “Uh, Y/N? You have any plans for lunch? We’re meeting Glenne downtown at Sips Bistro if you’d like to join us.”

Harry looked over at Jeff, sighing with relief and smiling, grateful to have a wingman, before turning his attention to Y/N, smiling wider. Y/N grinned, nodding, “Oh, yeah, I’d love to, thanks. How about I meet you there? I just have to pack my things and finish up here.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Glenne was already at the restaurant when they arrived, and the second Jeff slipped in the booth next to her, kissing his fiance’s cheek, and he started, “Harry has a crush on Y/N.”

“Do you, really?” Glenne gasped, shooting her attention to Harry, “Awe! I mean she is beautiful, isn’t she? And so nice!”

“I invited her to lunch. She’ll be here any minute,” Jeff said.

“Oh, no way! She can sit next to Harry. Do you think she likes him back?”

“Probably. You should have seen all the blushing and giggling going on. You would have thought they were a bunch of pre-teen girls.”

“Alright, alright,” Harry groaned, putting his hands up.

“Harry, you have to ask her out!” Glenne suggested.

He noticed the front doors open and Y/N walk through, craning her neck above the heads of other patrons before locking eyes with Harry and smiling, making her way over. He felt his throat catch before hurriedly whispering at Glenne, “I barely know her and she’s walking over, so please don’t embarrass me.”

“Hello!” Y/N sang, noticing the empty seat beside Harry and sliding in beside him.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could come! How is Jeff doing with the dance?”

“So good, honestly!” Y/N began, explaining the last three sessions and poking a bit of fun at the boys.

The first half of lunch was spent casually chatting. It was comfortable. Almost like it would be hanging out with any group of close friends. Y/N just seemed to fit in. But by the second half of lunch, Glenne and Jeff started getting down to the nitty-gritty, really getting to know Y/N.

“I can’t believe you’ve been dancing since you were three. No wonder you’re so good at this,” Glenne amazed, looking between her and Harry before smiling and turning to her fiance, “Wow, can you believe we’re across the table from two ultra-talented people? Makes me feel so untalented.”

“Stop,” Y/N blushed.

Harry snorted, “I don’t know how true that is for you. But, Jeff, on the other hand,” he trailed, making them all laugh and Jeff to take a few digs at Harry.

Glenne rerouted the conversation back to Y/N, asking, “And you’re single, right?”

Y/N nodded, “Yep. A bit hard to meet a guy when your job is mainly teaching women and old couples. Otherwise, they’re engaged men trying to learn how to dance for their wedding.”

“I bet that doesn’t stop a few of them from hitting on you, though, right?” Jeff asked, earning a slap on the arm from Glenne.

Y/N chuckled, “Yeah, sometimes. But that’s when I tell them to either keep it professional or cancel their lessons.”

Harry grinned to himself, taking a sip from his drink. She was no-nonsense but so sweet at the same time. He turned back towards her as Glenne asked, “So no dating for you, then?”

Y/N shrugged, “I’ve been on a few, but no luck yet. Dating is hard nowadays and my schedule is all over the place.”

Harry nodded in agreement, “Tell me about it.”

“Well, I’m sure you understand,” Y/N laughed.

Jeff and Glenne kept a close eye as the conversation continued, watching the two of them flirt and blush more than they had seen anyone do in years. The attraction between the two was nearly enough to make anyone sick. Their food was long-since gone, they had paid almost forty minutes ago, and the sun began to set. Pretty soon it’d be dinner.

“We should probably get going,” Glenne frowned, looking between Harry and Y/N who both sadly nodded in agreement. When Glenne realized Harry was too nervous to say anything, she took matters into her own hands, “Y/N, if you have no plans next Saturday, I’d love for you to come to our wedding.”

“Oh, uh, are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, of course, there’s always room for one more. Besides, Harry still has a plus-one that he hasn’t used. You can be his date.”

Both Harry and Y/N’s eyes widened, blushing as they looked at each other and when he saw eff’s urging eyes he stuttered, “...if that’s okay with you, of course.”

Y/N happily nodded, laughing a bit, “Yeah, that’d be great. I have a class to teach that afternoon, but I can be there by the reception.”

“Perfect. Harry, do you mind texting her the details?”

Harry looked at Glenne, incredulously, as she sent a wink over at him. These two were such a perfect pair and A+ wingmen. He couldn’t be more grateful to have them in his life.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then you can see your dancing masterpiece unfold,” Glenne smiled at Y/N.

“Masterpiece, disaster, either way.” Jeff joked.

“It’ll be perfect,” reassured Y/N as they slipped out of the booth.

Glenne and Jeff began making their way to the front of the booth while Harry and Y/N held back for a moment to exchange information.

“I’ll text you all of the info later tonight,” Harry assured her.

Y/N nodded with a smile, biting her lip just a little, “Can’t wait.”

He couldn’t get home fast enough. Harry found himself writing, deleting, re-writing, and editing his first texts to Y/N. After several drafts, he finally texted her a simple, ‘Hey! It’s Harry. It was so lovely to see you today! Thanks, again, for the lessons. Looking forward to seeing you at the wedding.’ Followed by the details of the event and ending it with ‘-H. x’

He waited, staring at his phone and impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. Within minutes, he received a response and nearly dropped his phone before reading, ‘Hi, Harry! It was my pleasure. Thanks for being a wonderful student! Hope your hip doesn’t give you too much trouble from that tragic fall disaster. Note to self: don’t dance in a slippery shower.’

Harry chuckled to himself and began typing away. All week they texted, getting to know each other more. The conversations got deeper the more they talked and he found himself completely enamored by her. Something about her struck him differently and she hadn’t left his mind once. There were several times he wanted to bite the bullet and ask her on a date, but he was too busy helping Jeff and Glenne with the final details of their wedding that there just simply wasn’t any time.

When the day of the wedding finally arrived, it was hectic from the beginning. There was no rush or anything, but the nerves were thick in the air. Jeff had begun to overthink things, forget where he put his vows, and start to panic about their first dance, which he forced Harry to help him practice before the ceremony and was thankfully recorded not only by another groomsman but also the wedding videographer.

His worried seemed to be for nothing, though, because the second he saw Glenne walking down the aisle, his shoulders eased and he smiled. Harry always got emotional at weddings and may have teared up a few times, but he just felt lucky to be standing beside him, watching two of his best friends get married.

After the ceremony, the wedding party went off to take some pictures, and when they had finished, the DJ introduced each other them one-by-one as they found their seats. Harry kept an eye out, scanning the hundreds of people that had come, in search of Y/N, and even checking his phone to see if he had gotten a text from her. Nothing so far.

The or d'oeuvres were still being served along with some drinks, people scattered around the dance floor as the newlywed couple made their rounds when the announcement of the first dance was made and Jeff and Glenne made their way to the side of the dancefloor. Harry was at the back of the crowd, glass in hand, standing by the exit to the patio that was vacant as everyone gathered around the edge of the dancefloor.

He could see the reception doors open from the corner of his eyes and turned to see Y/N slip in wearing a navy, off the shoulder frill midi dress, her hair down in beautiful waves, and her makeup light and glowy. She looked around in search of a familiar face and he smiled, stepping back even more and waving. Once she caught sight of him, a smile stretched across her face and she started making her way over to him as the music of Fire on Fire by Sam Smith began to play and the newlywed couple made their way, hand-in-hand to the dancefloor.

“Hi,” Y/N grinned as she reached him, standing on her tippy toes to try and see Jeff and Glenne.

“You look beautiful,” Harry complimented.

She blushed, pushing her hair back and off her shoulders, “Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.”

Quickly, he looked over at the empty patio and then back towards Y/N, building up the courage to ask, “Want to dance?”

She looked passed him at the patio, understood what he meant, and blushed once more, taking his outstretched hand, following him out and behind a few beautifully landscaped hedges so that they were out of sight, but could still perfectly hear the music.

They picked up the choreography where the music was, just before the beat dropped, and spun together, touching soft and light. He quickly realized she was letting him lead and she allowed herself to sink into him as they did their first lift of the dance. It made him feel more confident and in control, also filling him with a sense of honor that she trusted him enough to loosen her reins and let him lead even though she was the professional dancer. She believed in him.

As he set her down and they began to glide together, he felt his stomach and chest fill up with those butterflies again. And when the first intimate moment of the dance came and they brought their foreheads and noses pressed together, they weren’t smiling like they had in their last lesson. Their expressions were serious this time. The passion wasn’t an ‘act’, it was real. It was abundant. It was fierce. They broke briefly before going into their second lift, her back to his chest, and he was sure she could feel his heart beating ferociously out of his chest until he set her down and twisted her to face him into their last and final dip of the dance, dipping low, letting her hand fall to the ground as the other wrapped around his neck, his nose grazing her neck. He slowly and gracefully pulled her back up, their foreheads and noses touch, staring into each other’s eyes as the song began to end.

They could hear the eruption of guests inside clapping, cheering, and whistling for the bride and groom, but they stayed in that position for a minute longer, unable to move. The urge was too strong. There was a tingle where their foreheads met, spreading down to his lips. Their breathing was too heavy from trying to hold back, and he gave in, pressing his lips to hers. He could feel her sink into him, snaking her hand up from his chest to his neck and deepening it, parting her lips slightly. All went dark and black. And when he finally pulled apart, they both smiled.

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the thirst tweets yza 😭😭😭 i cannot. as much as fun this was, we were so close to getting jaebs with cats <//3

headlocking sk 😭😭 DJJDSKSK i would stand there like wonu clapping in the soop, for you <3. it's hindi ( actually it's my 2nd language but i speak in it the most w ppl outside of family djdjdjk ) my mother tongue is almost dwording djdjdkdk </3 i think im last gen who still speaks it, kids these days only know hindi or english.

ALSO!!! the footwork in senses choreo???? i liked it sm <3 yugyeom makes it look so easy to move like that?!?

same jdjdkddk godddd sometimes it takes a month to complete a drama which i like and started on my own will and sometimes it only takes 3 days. it doesn't matter how much i love something if i won't watch it, then I won't watch or consume it at all 💀.

ohhh, i've known jamie as an after school club mc first and singer second. like there was this time i was suddenly obsessed w eric nam's before we begin album i think around that time i first listened to one or two songs of jamie ( it was all spotify's doing jddjks) but then i forgot abt both and went back to listening to my regular ones. honestly i feel like i've gotten to know and appreciate jype artists ( those i know ) more, only after they've changed agencies it could just be me or my timing tho djdjdjh. have you listened to hanbin's solo album? honestly it's been no.1 album from 1st half of 2021 for me. i was not even looking forward to it or even knew djdjsk but i'm so glad i did i really like the songs & lyrics.

almost whatever jackson has released after mirrors has been to my taste leaving few bsides here and there. i love lmly <3 idk why for some reason i tend to mix pretty please and lmly up a lot djdjsk maybe it's bc of white tee and jeans. both mvs concept and songs are fantastic but if i have to pick one w/ mv & only considering the song, i do love lmly a little bit more then pretty please. wbu? <3

mark kept saying ' when we go back ' during the live so i got more confused each time, went on twt and got to know djdjdk. twt list of both svt & got7 of update accounts is like my newspaper, in free time i open it to see what is going on, sometimes jdjddk.

and of course i know abt woozi's cover <3 i've listened to it a lot jdjdksk he's so <//3

i could listen to his voice all day.

there is one cover of 10 cm hoshi dropped last year i like it sm <3 it made me so happy!!, around that i was obsessed with some of 10 cm's songs. help is one of my most favorite.

i really really wish for dokyeom to cover more day6 songs or just any songs </3 would really appreciate one from mr. joshu_acoustic too 😿.

did you see the way dokyeom woke up with a smile on his face in 5th in the sopp ep <//3 he's so precious 😭 (i'll try to link next time idk links go through asks tho djjddj sometimes tumblr eats it up). i don't even know what a smile is for first 2 hours after i've woken up. also i think i like this (sk coming and karaoke one - 5th) ep a lil more bc of that half minute of singer cheol it served us. i need him to sing more omg <//3

the soop song tho it's so sweet 😭💕. i love love how they brainstorm and make songs it's such an interesting process. i love what going seventeen is now but i miss watching the song making & recording process (even rho they do show it in inse after cb but jdjdks). the one where they made gose song, recorded it and made choreo/mv i love. it's still remains as one of my most favorite ep. they compose & write songs so smoothly & make it look so effortless <3

thank you for letting me ramble abt silly little things and responding to them, yza <3 love hanging out w/ you. i hope you're also having fun djjddj (i'll try to keep these short fr 😭 djdkdk i feel a bit bad for making you read so much nonsense :3)

take care of yourself, yza <3 sending good week wishes. - 🪂🪂🪂

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE JAEBEOM READ THIRST TWEETS BEFORE MY VERY EYES WHICH ALTERNATE AU IS THIS 😭

also mood tbh we could've gotten something like jacks' puppy vid </3

LIKE WONU CLAPPING FJKDJKFDJFD in true infj fashion <3 wait naurr that's so sad </3 do they not teach it in schools?

ALSO YES OH MY GODDDDDDDDD house king show us ur fancy moves <3 as a fellow dancer i am throwing him my shoe rn <3 also i literally have never seen smth like this in kpop how did people fucking sleep on this icb it..

I FULLY RELATE HELLO????????????????? what dramas have u been watching? and which genres are u into? <3 i also just finished vincenzo today it was so good 😭 took me like.. a week, i think (?), though bc svt has SO MUCH content and i dont like being behind on svt shit esp bc i also run an update blog lmaooo 😭

WAIT I FORGOT SHE ALSO DID EMCEEING 😭 she's such a fun person </3 AND ERIC NAM FDKJDFJK i have one-sided beef w him lmao when he was still new to the scene he would reply to everyone's @s but he never replied to me so i felt v .. </3 (also this is what.. 13 year old me speaking so this def does not reflect how i feel abt him now JKJKFJKDFF) i also get that </3 i feel like jype doesn't manage them well (i dont know shit behind the scenes and shit abt the industry in-depth but u know... it Kind Of Shows esp w how the artists themselves speak abt the agency lol). and i have not!! i am truly a svtpoppie 😭 i will though bc u recommended it to me <3 i also have been seeing him frequently on tiktok lol, ALSO BC OF LEE HI!!

honestly i haven't been keeping up w his albums anymore just the title tracks so i cant say much 😭 i also def prefer lmly over pretty please i was actually obsessed w it for a while!! i love jackson's vision so much though, the cinematography is EVERYTHING

literally reading abt what our boys have been up to like reading the morning paper KJDSFKJDSJKSJKD

V GOOD FOR U TO HAVE COME ACROSS THE COVER... I JUST DISCOVERED IT BY ACCIDENT 😭 also i have to agree although i definitely do not want to admit that i am more than willing to listen to some man sing to me all day 😭😭😭😭😭 jihoon's voice is just... different to me for some reason. i have a hard time picking between him & seokmin tbh </3 hbu, who's ur fave svt vocalist?

ALSO YES THAT WAS SO CUTE OF HIM!! AND V ON BRAND TOO </3 the way u listen to 10cm..... im giving u an award rn <3 im guessing you listen to k-indie too?

DK THOUGH... I'M VERY MUCH WILLING TO ADMIT THAT I'D LISTEN TO HIM ALL DAY.... something about him... AND NOT THE JOSHU_ACOUSTIC FJDJFDJKFD 😭😭😭 i hate his username so much- why... WHY...

I DID!!!!!!!!! and i was so surprised too bc.. who wakes up smiling?????? what'd he dream of???????????? he's such a happy person i cant imagine what thats like 😭 the first thing i do when i wake up is make the >:| face JFJKFDKJFD also oh my god i just read that you're experiencing the same thing 😭😭 bestie trait!! KJJKFDKJFD ALSO YOU COULDN'T BE MORE RIGHT?????????? im always campaigning for vocalist coups im SOOO glad u feel the same way <3 his voice is just so comforting to me </3 idk i just really like his timbre

and v true omg i'm always fascinated to see how they actually work all this out!! the bts recording/choreo making vids are also my favorite gfkjdfkjdfj HOW ARE WE SO SIMILAR WE MIGHT AS WELL BE THE SAME PERSON 😭also jihoon in that gose behind vid........... in universe factory............... i still think about that Look from time to time... 😭this is also why i respect the boys sm tbh. everyone in the industry undeniably works so hard but to actually get this much creative freedom and to basically lead the group and their direction music and performance-wise is so insane to me... no wonder jihoon's always in his studio. i couldnt be happier that they get to live off of doing what they like im also so so proud of them they must work so hard <3 esp w all the content they're giving us.. icb it's always like this in caratland im so used to being an ahgase that gets like.... 1 cb a year😭

AND NOOO OMG DON'T BE SORRY I REALLY LOOOVE GETTING UR MESSAGES </3 and i love how lengthy they are makes me feel like ur just not making small talk (i hate small talk sm 😭) and that you're actually interested <3 i genuinely love bonding w u through these little asks i can never thank u enough for sending them <3 i hope ur having a lovely week as well!! u can always talk to me even if it's not kpop related and u just want to talk abt life or when u need some cheering up <3

#🪂 anon #anon #y.ask #long post

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archaneanscribe · 3 years

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A Firefly In The Hand

Some pre-canon/pre-relationship Forsython, Forsyth trains at night, remembers a local tradition, and Python reminds him that he'll never be alone.

The moment Forsyth’s plans set into motion was after he heard his parents exchange goodnights the room over. He kept his eyes shut, but began reciting one of the old veteran’s war stories in his head to keep him awake for the next thirty minutes, listening closely for any noises in the house. When the only sounds he could hear was the distant bleating of his neighbor’s goats, he shrugged his blankets off and hopped out of bed.

Moving as quietly as his feet would allow, he made his way over to the window and pulled it open, climbing up and out into the quiet darkness.

Sneaking through the village late at night wasn’t a new activity for him by any means, nor was it for any of the local youth. During the summer, a mass of fireflies would light up the sky every year, and it was regional tradition to catch one in your hands and make a wish that was certain to come true, but the younger children were sent to bed long before they appeared. This, of course, began a long standing and unspoken custom to sneak out after everyone else had gone to bed. Forsyth remembered those evenings fondly, catching one for both him and Python (who couldn’t be bothered to do it himself) and gleefully refusing to share their wishes.

Usually, he would wish to become a knight one day, but there were other, even more secret things he hoped for too.

Tonight, however, he wasn’t off to hunt for fireflies, but train. If Father wouldn’t let him do it during the day, he would just have to do it when he was asleep.

It wasn’t long before he had made his way out to his favorite clearing in the nearby woods. It was a fairly open area surrounded by a ring of tall, hardwood trees, with many bushes scattered around for him to hide his training lances, lantern, and bandages for worse case scenarios (he often had to forcibly enlist Python to help him come up with reasonable excuses for the injuries). He never put his things in the same spot to avoid detection, effort that his best friend told him was unnecessary as no one was even looking for them, but that was Python, who told him any effort was unnecessary.

At the moment, his stash was nestled into a wild blackberry bush which will lay dormant for another month or so, where they had spent many a summer afternoon ruining their dinner. He pulled out the crude wooden lance, which only looked anything at all like a weapon because the blacksmith from the next town over had taken pity on him when he was in the village for a horseshoe delivery and helped him carve it.

That was how most of the adult’s saw his aspirations. Just a child’s fantasy to indulge in, even as he grew into teenhood.

He gripped his lance tighter.

After lighting the lantern with his flint and stone to give the night some small illumination, he took the frustration of never being taken seriously out on the invisible enemies laid out before him, swiping at them in his best mimicry of the forms in his book on combat. His father tried to take it away from him, but his mother had always felt bad and returned to him later on.

More pity.

“Haaaah!” he let out a huff of exertion as he lost his footing, sliding forward an inch further than he had meant to and nearly falling.

“Really? This again?”

As he righted himself, a familiar voice emerged from the darkness, and Python came into the dim lantern light, arms behind his head in judgemental nonchalance, “Yer pop is gonna be mad.”

“I know that. And you should know by now that won’t stop me,” he replied, swinging once more, “I do everything he asks of me all day, so I can do what I want at night.”

Python shrugged, taking a seat against one of the thick tree trunks. it was a common enough occurrence for his friend to join him, as he would often be up anyway, choosing to instead nap throughout the day like a cat. His parents weren’t all too fond of the behavior, but unlike Forsyth’s family, they had long given up on changing him.

“You know I’m all for doing whatever it is ‘ya want,” he said with a dismissive wave, “I just thought you might need the reminder. You actually seem to care when he yells at you.”

Forsyth paused, glaring down at the dirt like it had wronged him, “I don’t care about his opinion so much as it’s suffocating to be there when he’s angry. We just aren’t going to see eye to eye, which I’m fine with, but he refuses to accept it.”

A jab, and a snicker from Python.

“Are you picturing an enemy soldier, or your old man?”

“Both.”

They shared a laugh at that. Despite their differences, and how often they would get on each other’s nerves, if there was one thing he could never be in Python’s presence, it was dour.

“Any success with hunting lately? he asked conversationally as he resumed, now focusing more on his footwork than his lancework. It may have been hard to believe, but out of all the teenagers and the village, Python easily had the best bow arm, and thus the hunters always forced him to tag along. Forsyth suspected the only reason he gave in is because hunting had significant down time compared to carpentry.

"I guess. Been seeing a lot of wild boar lately, but I don't think I'll tag along for that. A lot of work I'm not willing to put in."

Forsyth scoffed, "Two boar could feed the village for a week and a half! If you helped, it would save you a lot of work in the long run."

Python hummed in consideration, snuggling into his relaxed position even more like he was barely listening, but Forsyth knew he was actually thinking hard on his words. One of the few things he would put effort into was the saving of effort, after all.

"We'll see. It's a problem for tomorrow."

"If you," step, jab, "Always," step back, block, "Put off," downward swing, "Your problems," upwards swing, "Until 'tomorrow', then you'll never get to enjoy 'tomorrow'."

"Your form was off in the middle there, more shoulder, less arm," Python pointed out, and Forsyth adjusted accordingly, "That might be true, but if yer always doin' everything today, then you can't enjoy the moment. Either way you lose something, and I'd prefer to reap my benefits before I'm old and wizened."

Shaking his head, it was Forsyth’s turn to shrug, "I will never understand you as long as I live."

"Feeling's mutual, pal."

And for the next few minutes, there was silence between them. When they were younger, their time was almost always filled with antics, arguments, and mutually prodding, and there was still plenty of that, but they were now able to enjoy long periods of quiet together.

Of course, nothing lasts forever.

"Python, look!" Forsyth called out, letting his lance arm relax, "Fireflies!"

True to his word, a group of fireflies formed a small bundle of light that was hovering near and on the bushes.

"They're a little early, but it is getting to be that time," Python supplied, getting up and brushing the dirt off his posterior, "Reminds me of when we were kids, staying up too late to see the lightning bugs."

"You're right..." he put his training lance aside, Forsyth reached out to trap two in his hands, a much easier task as a sixteen year old than a nine year old.

Python walked over to him, smiling in a soft way Forsyth thought might exclusively be for him, but didn't dare be so bold as to be sure of that, "Caught one for me too, just to finish the trip down memory lane?"

"Maybe I just want two wishes for myself."

"Ha!" Python gave him a friendly jab in the ribs, "You'd never be that selfish, it'd give you a stomach ache. Though your lofty dreams need as many wishes as they can get."

Forsyth’s heart fell. He often forgot that even his best and longest friend also saw his dreams as silly.

He did his best to sound chipper, "I think I'll just let them go this time. No need to rely on some bugs when I've got hard work!"

As he opened his hands to release them, he felt something, or rather someone, force them shut, "Hey now, what's all this about? That ain't like you."

"It's nothing."

"Don't give me that. Nothin, is ever just nothin' with you."

"You're being awfully pushy about this. Why do you even care?"

Even in the low lighting, Forsyth could see a unique flavor or anger flare in Python's eyes at that, making a feeling bubble in his gut he couldn't name. The look was gone as soon as he saw it, but it wasn't something he would soon forget.

"Dealing with you normally is already more work than I feel like doin', and it's double that when you're mopey. Better put the work in now than be forced to deal with it later, right?"

That's what Forsyth always said to him.

"It's- No one takes me seriously. Not my parents, not anyone else in the village, not even you. I won't give up no matter what anyone thinks of me, but I would rather not be dismissed anytime I open my mouth. My dreams aren't just some joke!"

"Forsyth," Python tightened his grip on his friend's hand, making Forsyth worry he was killing the poor torchbugs, "Listen. I do think what you're tryin' to do is impossible. But I know you're serious about it. I take everything you do seriously, even if they're wastes of time. Have I ever tried stopping you?"

"...no."

"And have I been there for all the nonsense?"

"...yes."

"Am I here, keepin' you company because I know that you get unto yer own head on nights like these, when I could be in my comfy bed back home?"

"Yes."

Python released him, so he could in turn release the fireflies, thankfully alive, though likely quite annoyed, "Then that's that. I would love it if you learned to settle for a little less, but I'm never gonna get in the way of your big dreams. Yer gonna need someone with a good head on their shoulders to keep your big old noggin' from floating away anyhow."

"Python..." Forsyth grinned, much more like his normal self, "I'm sorry for doubting you. Lazy layabout you might be, bad friend you are not."

"Glad to see your common sense came back. While we're here," he smiled mischievously, "Why don't you tell me what you wished for?"

"It won't come true if I do!"

And like that, they argued amicably until their exhaustion finally caught up to them (and Forsyth’s father was an early riser, so he had to return soon), and they walked back to the village together.

Forsyth hadn't come out here to find fireflies, but he had, and even better, rediscovered that no matter what he might feel in the moment, he'll never be truly alone.•

#2k #2k words #well its 1.8k lol #forsython #forsyth fire emblem #python fire emblem #forsyth sov #python sov #sov #fire emblen #fanfic #fanfiction #writer on tumblr #suu's scribbles

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dwtsfun · 4 years

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Dancing with the Stars Season 29 Week 5: Was It Acceptable in the 80s?

Yes, I know that this is not an 80s song. I just thought it was a cute reference. So this week was 80s night, as the title suggests, and I really enjoyed it. I think this has been the best night so far because, Tyra seemed a lot more at ease, a lot of the couples are really improving, the dances were longer, everyone just seemed like they were having a really good time and the right couple was eliminated. Tyra looked great except for that very first jumpsuit. There was too much material around her torso area. Otherwise, her hair, makeup and clothes were on point tonight. And there was only one WTF score. Though it was a really big WTF score. More on that later. With that said, let’s get into this.

FYI this will be my last week ranking the couples. I will go back to how I usually do this next week.

1. Johnny and Britt- Johnny is really getting it now. Remember when I said that AJ was the best natural mover of the men at that point, but there were two others that could be better once they get things figured out. Yeah, well Johnny finally got his nerves under control. This was his best dance by far. He had complete and total control over his limbs. His lines were exquisite. He really glided across the floor. This was incredible. And Britt’s choreography was *muah* so good. These two are the couple to beat at this point.

2. Nelly and Daniella- Was this dance technically perfect? No. But for me, it was my favorite dance of the night. I wasn’t expecting much from it. I expected Nelly to stay on time, groove a little bit, improve a little bit in the performance department, but not too much but still remain kinda stiff from fear of looking silly. I also didn’t really expect to see much samba bounce. Idk what happened this week, but Nelly completely gave himself to the dance. And he was great! His technique was really good. He was light on his feet. He loosened up so much. He was having so much FUN! And I was having so much fun watching them. Daniella is killing it this season. And Nelly was the other man that I said might be a better natural mover than AJ. And tonight, he showed that as well.

3. Kaitlyn and Artem- I don’t think Kaitlyn will ever have a bad dance. While it was very very good and technically superior to most other dances tonight, it was still too pretty and soft for a tango for me. What made this shoot up this high for me was the end. I was not expecting that little b-boy/b-girl moment. But we got it. And I was really impressed. So it made me enjoy the dance that much more. That was smart for Artem to incorporate that into their dance. I think that will definitely help out their case with votes moving forward in this competition.

4. Skai and Alan- I really enjoyed this dance a lot. At the very beginning, Skai was nervous and stiff. But as the dance went on, she loosened up and really went for it. There were some problems with coming out of the lifts, but I thought Skai did a good job tonight. I personally think that it was her best performance to date.

5. Jeannie and Brandon- I really enjoyed this dance. This was the first time that I felt that Jeannie was in complete control of her body. I also have to agree with Carrie Ann. Jeannie is the most exciting dancer there. You never know what this couple will bring to the floor and she always pushes herself to the very edge. I think that is what will end up taking them to the end. They are in a really good spot right now to really make a real run at that MBT.

6. Justina and Sasha- This was a great way to start off a fantastic night. Justina killed it. While I think Sasha could have pushed the choreography a little bit more, I still enjoyed what they did. It was cute. I wish they didn’t have that one moment when they went out of sync, but it happened. Otherwise, it could have gotten straight 9s. The only reason why it is this far down on my rankings is because I felt the choreo from the other 5 couples was stronger.

7. Nev and Jenna- This was a good dance. I didn’t care for the choreography though. Nev’s posture was off a few times. They also lost body contact. But Nev is a great dancer. I’m just waiting for that wow moment from them.

8. AJ and Cheryl- I think this was AJ’s best dance of the season and it is a shame that he got the same score that he got last week. His posture is much improved. I think his frame has gotten so much better too. It is still a little wonky, but that can be fixed. His footwork is a lot cleaner too. It was a great dance. It just sucks that he got saddled with a slow waltz on a night like this. It’s not a bad thing per se. It’s just difficult to stand out with a waltz when everyone else has high energy dances and the 80s are all about high energy, vibrancy, eclecticism etc etc. Even a Viennese waltz would have stood out more in my opinion.

I’m just going to put right here that there is a clear divide in ability between these 8 couples and the next 4 couples.

9. Monica and Val- This was the WTF moment of the night. In no way shape or form should Monica be 3rd on the leaderboard with this dance. She is ties with Nev and one point behind Kaitlyn. And everybody that she scored 2 points higher than, was WAY better than her. I am not sure what the reasoning was behind giving her this score. My hope is that it was just to “make up” for their error from last week and that she goes back to being scored appropriately. She should have gotten no more than a 22. Let me tell you why. Monica does not have good posture. She also is hesitant in her movements. The choreography was a little hectic so she looked like she was trying to catch back up the whole time. Now she has gorgeous legs and her lines were beautiful. And it was an improvement from last week. It was her best dance to date actually. It just wasn’t 26 worthy.

10. Vernon and Peta- I’m sad that Vernon is not a better dancer. He tries really hard. He wants to be there. He has fun. I’m just not sure what isn’t connecting for him. It’s not like he just isn’t a good dancer at all. There is something there. I just don’t know why it’s going unrealized. Maybe it has something to do with Peta’s choreography because that has been lacking this season. I’m not sure. But it’s really unfortunate to place him here and realize that he’s probably got a good 2 weeks left in him before he’s eliminated.

11. Chrishell and Gleb- I am so sick of Gleb not choreographing a dance with content. Does he not know how to do it? What is going on? Why won’t he choreograph the dance that he’s been assigned? It’s baffling to me. As for Chrishell, this went about the way that I expected. She doesn’t have much rhythm and she was pretty stiff. The technique wasn’t great. But during the side by side portions, she actually did alright. I just wish she was with a different partner. She has potential. Gleb just happens to be the worst pro to put her with.

12. Jesse and Sharna- Well. Jesse was the right person to go home tonight. He just wasn’t able to compete anymore. And of the four at the bottom, he’s the one that I just can’t see giving a good dance ever. I do think that his performance slightly improved tonight. But that’s about it. The rest of the dance was very underwhelming. It felt very pedestrian to me, he was slouching a bit and he messed up quite a few times. He gave it his best, but it was time.

So that’s it. Let me know what you all thought about tonight and I will talk to you all soon.

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tevivinter · 4 years

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Here’s a prompt for @johaeryslavellan! It took me a while but I hope you like it! :D ——— "Someone like him shouldn't be here."

Marel’s ears twitched slightly upon hearing that comment. Dozens of conversations happened simultaneously at the Herald’s Rest, but this one in particular caught his interest. The voice came from a couple tables behind them. Marel lowered the mug from his lips, paying more attention as the man continued to speak.

“Lower your voice,” another man whispered. “The Inquisitor is here. He might hear you.”

The first man scoffed, disgust clear in his words. “I don’t give a shit. He should know better than to mingle with that shitty Tevinter.”

“Uh-oh,” Varric said from the other side of the table upon noticing Marel’s tightened fist. He knew the elf well enough to identify when his patience was running short - not that it was a difficult thing to do.

Dorian rolled his eyes. He was already used to being insulted in the South for pretty much any reason, all of them always connected to some ‘evil magister’ concept. Frankly, he didn’t have the time to argue with drunk men. Not when he had better things to do at least.

“Don’t bother yourself with that, amatus.” Sitting right next to Marel, Dorian placed one hand at his stiffened shoulder. “These men are hardly worth our time.”

Marel tried his very best to take a deep breath, unable to ease the sound of heartbeats thumping inside his chest. He still held the mug with one hand, the other one resting on the table. “They are talking shit about you, Dorian.”

As if hearing their conversation, the man continued.

“Besides, what would he do?” His voice became increasingly higher, drawing the attention of other tables nearby. People started to look at him with curiosity. “I doubt the mighty Inquisitor could fight me; he’s too busy fucking the Tevinter after all.”

The whole tavern went silent after that.

Marel slammed the mug on the table with a loud thump. He stood up at once, fully realizing that everyone’s eyes were on him now. Everyone except for that man, who continued to drink as if nothing had happened. He didn’t move a muscle even when Marel’s shadow hovered at him, fists clenched together and voice sharp as steel.

“Say that to my fucking face.”

The man finally turned to face him, lips twisted into an arrogant smirk. He stood up calmly and stared at Marel, unafraid of the molten anger glaring right back at him. His broad shoulders were almost a match for Bull’s and he was at least a couple inches taller than the elf - who was already six feet tall.

“I told ya, Jack.” He glanced at his partner, who swallowed nervously at the situation. “I was sure the Inquisitor would defend that Tevinter piece of sh-”

A solid punch to the gut kept him from finishing that sentence. The man gasped, his surprised expression quickly turning to anger before he lunged at Marel.

The silence was soon replaced by the sound of people cheering at their fight. Most of them stood up to watch as Marel and the man fought near the center of the tavern. Dorian did so as well, a worried frown taking over his face. Southerners, he thought, noticing the overall excitement over a stupid fist fight. Bull chuckled and took a sip from his ale.

"No need to worry about Boss." For someone who looked so entertained by the fight, Bull's analysis was surprisingly accurate. "The man is large, but lacks footwork. This will be over real soon." He shrugged.

"Careful, Sparkler.” Varric smirked with an amused tone. “If you keep staring at him like that, there’s a good chance you’ll dig a hole into his head.”

Only then Dorian realized that he was barely blinking, too absorbed by the scene. He grunted and crossed his arms defensively before glancing at his companions. “Won’t both of you just shut up?”

The crowd booed when a punch struck the side of Marel’s face, strong enough to almost make him to lose balance. Dorian quickly looked back at him, a string of Tevene curses running through his mind. He would never understand why Marel was so eager to protect him, not only in real battles but also in stupid fights such as this one. No matter the situation, the elf wouldn’t think twice before standing up to him.

Dorian loved and hated him for it.

Marel felt the hot taste of iron in his mouth. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he waited for the next blow, and when the man ran straight at him, his lips twisted into a victorious smirk. That fight was over.

Two punches - that’s what it took for the man to fall on his kness, breathless and groaning. The severe pain on his left side indicated at least one broken rib.

“Fuck!” He hissed through gritted teeth.

Marel grabbed the human by his collar. Unspoken rage still burned inside his golden eyes - it made his voice sound dangerously low. “Disrespect us again and I’m throwing you off this fucking castle myself.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply because there was no need for it. The man grunted and cursed silently, his partner soon appearing to help once they were done. Marel walked away from the tavern without looking back. Even if he wanted to continue drinking with his friends, his presence alone would cause people to gossip and glance at him after what happened.

And he definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with that.

Marel took a deep breath once he reached the stone railings on the upper courtyard. It didn’t take long before he could hear the sound footsteps approaching him.

“You certainly know how to make a dramatic exit.” Dorian's comment made the elf smile a little. He strolled closer. "Are you alright, amatus?"

Marel felt the light touch of Dorian's hand on his shoulder. "Yeah." He tilted his head to meet the mage's gaze after a short moment of silence. "Just tired, I guess."

Dorian crossed his arms and leaned back against the railing. He searched for injuries on Marel's face only to notice a thin stripe of blood at the corner of his mouth. It was drying out already, but the punch that caused it would certainly leave a bruise on his cheek.

"What?" Marel asked, noticing the thoughtful look on Dorian's face.

"You started a fistfight because of me,” Dorian stated. “I'm honestly torn on whether to be honored or angry at you."

Marel shrugged. "I don't regret any of it."

"Why?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Marel took a step closer to Dorian. His anger had completely vanished at that point, replaced by a warm feeling of care that softened his frown. He brushed his fingers lightly against Dorian's cheek. "I won't let anyone talk shit about you. I don’t care where or when."

There was that look on his face – raw fierceness mixed with determination. Most people knew that look and they couldn't tell the difference between Marel and the imposing Inquisitor figure. They only saw his warrior side, the harsh part of him that appeared on a daily basis.

What they didn't see was his caring side. The man who would do anything to protect his loved ones, the passion that burned deep inside his eyes. Few were able to see Marel as a whole, and Dorian felt extremely lucky to be one of them.

The mage finally sighed. "You're an impossibly infuriating man, did you know that?"

Marel smirked, running his thumb up and down Dorian's cheek. If anything, he looked entertained by Dorian’s frustration. "You're always saying that. What else?"

"And you never listen to me." Despite his scolding, he couldn't help but notice how Marel slowly closed the distance between them, faces only a few inches away from each other. Dorian uncrossed his arms to wipe away the blood from Marel's chin. Fingers hovered over the elf's bruised knuckles and caressed them dearly, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "...Though I admit that was quite the show."

Marel gave him a quiet laugh, eyes glancing at Dorian’s lips. “I thought you were angry at me,” he breathed.

And he was. Still, Dorian decided to answer with a kiss so that none of them would be able to talk. Not that Marel would complain about that - his smile actually grew wider when Dorian pulled him into a hug. They would have plenty of time to argue later.

For now, Dorian just wanted to kiss that silly, irritating and beautiful smile away from his pretty face.

#my writing #prompt fill #pavellan #marel lavellan #dorian pavus #i loved this oneee

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allekha · 5 years

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What are your thoughts on Ilia Klimkin as a skater? He seems universally forgotten by everyone.

Hi, anon! This question actually got me to go watch more videos of him outside of the part that I giffed in my other post. It’s true that he seems to have been forgotten (outside of ‘forgotten skaters’ threads on forums - seems he still has a few fans!), though I think you also have to keep in mind that it’s actually unusual for skaters to be widely remembered as time passes. You can find other skaters from his era with similar or even higher levels of success than he had who seem to be just as unknown now, unfortunately.

That being said, after reading about him, he was really unlucky, and I wonder if he would have been better known today if things had gone better for him. His father passed away, his coach who he was close with was diagnosed with cancer and later also passed away after long absences from coaching, and his new coach ignored his injuries until he needed surgery. Poor guy. All this, while skating in an era where he had to compete with other prominent Russian men for international opportunities and attention - Plushenko, Yagudin, and Abt.

It seems like he often struggled to keep his jumps consistent (though apparently he was the first man to land two types of quads in one program). But even when his jumps went awry, he was a very expressive skater. I really enjoyed binging his programs. His performances were distinctive and filled with movements that matched the music and fit the character of the program - seriously, props to him and whoever choreographed them, as they are very well done. He did a lot of creative, interesting things during those programs.

I found some of his music choices to be, uh, interesting (I did not enjoy listening to much of his Dr. Diesel program, I have to say). Petrushka was a nice surprise, though - I know Tomoki Hiwatashi is using it next season, but I’m not sure if anyone else has skated to it.

Even when I didn’t like listening to his music, though, I found his skating interesting enough to keep me watching. He could certainly pull off a cool look that worked for pieces like his Matrix program, with quick, entertaining footwork.

But he could also skate well to slower and softer music, too, especially in his beautiful Nijinsky faun program.

His spins were generally good, and his signature camel spin as an entrance to his 3S was impressive and unique. I think it was especially so because he actually changed directions in that spin before he did a 3S straight out of it:

I also appreciate his other signature move, his cantilever. (The move is sometimes called a ‘Klimkin eagle’ in Japanese after him.)

Another detail in his skating that I noticed was that he often used different arm movements and variations in his spins depending on the program he was skating, which was another nice touch. He was good at matching what was happening in his spins to what was happening in the music, too.

I think my favorite of his programs might have been Petrushka, though it wouldn’t be an easy choice. To me, he does a really good job of selling the character of Petrushka - silly and clownlike in the beginning of the program, somber in the middle, and energetic during the end. It’s a lot of fun to watch.

Thanks for prompting me to watch him, anon =)

#gifs #fskateedit #ilia klimkin #figure skating #(Mostly) text post

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salaciouscrumpet · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 7

Whumptober Day 7: Prompt “Isolation”

I hadn’t actually planned on writing about this part of Luke’s life. I knew, in a vague sort of way, what had happened to this character prior to the beginning of my story, but it wasn’t ever anything I felt needed to be written down. In writing this -- from the point of view of the child experiencing it -- I got to have a better idea of what Luke went through, how he processed it, and how he internalized it.

The whump in this ficlet is purely emotional/psychological, but it packs a wallop nonetheless.

This one comes with some pretty heavy content warnings in the form of child abuse, child neglect, and sexual grooming of a child -- very non-explicit (and definitely not understood by the POV character), but very obvious if you know what to look for. There are a lot of very strong implications that there is something rotten in the state of Denmark. Absolutely nothing explicit happens in this ficlet but it could be triggering for some readers, so please proceed with caution.

CW: child abuse, child neglect, sexual grooming, inappropriate behaviour of an adult toward a minor (non-graphic)

Character: Luke

He hated it when his parents went away. It was even worse when they took his siblings with them. Danny was away at boarding school, of course, but Mama and Papa could have left Ally and Millie behind to keep him company. He could be a good big brother to them the way Danny was with him. Besides, they weren’t babies, Luke knew how to take care of an 8-year-old and a 4-year-old. He was almost eleven, for goodness sake! Practically a teenager.

Mama and Papa had business in Toronto, though, and while Mama didn’t like being parted from her girls Papa thought it would be good experience for Luke to be alone and in charge of the house. Mr. Sleswick was there, if Luke needed anything; Luke just had to go out to the guest house to find him.

Mr. Sleswick was part of the problem, not that Luke was going to say anything. Everybody liked Mr. Sleswick. He was smart and funny and Papa said he was one of the best Knights in the history of the Order. He gave Ally and Millie airplane rides that made them squeal with laughter and he always had treats in his pockets to give to Danny and Luke, and when he’d first arrived he’d been the first real adult to think Luke was worth paying any attention to. Most adults only ever bothered with Danny, because he was the oldest and he was going to grow up to be the best Knight of Oberon ever, and people were already commenting on how pretty Ally was and how much she took after Mama. And Millie was four, so everything she did was adorable and entertaining. Luke was just … Luke. He was small for his age and kind of clumsy and his father was forever getting angry with him because he couldn’t manage to get his footwork right. “What are you going to do the first time a fomoir charges you, you clumsy idiot? Trip over your own feet? Stab yourself with your own sword? Honestly, Lukas, pay attention!” Luke knew he wasn’t worth the adults’ time, and that made Mr. Sleswick’s interest in him such a warm, welcoming thing, even after Danny had started saying he didn’t like the older man.

At first Luke had been certain that Danny was just jealous. Mr. Sleswick thought Luke was more interesting than him, and that never happened. Then Danny went away to boarding school and Papa and Mama started having to go to Toronto for business, and while most of the time they left their three youngest children behind, more and more often lately it had just been Luke, so that Mr. Sleswick could help him work on his forms. Officially Mr. Sleswick was too important to waste his time teaching the awkward youngest son of the local Order’s secretary, but Mr. Sleswick liked working with Luke. At least, that’s what he always told Papa, when Papa expressed his frustration and amazement at Mr. Sleswick’s patience with Luke.

Now Papa and Mama were gone, and Ally and Millie with them, and Luke was alone in the big old house and there was a storm outside. And he wasn’t scared, exactly. Not of storms, anyway. But the house was creepy, especially at night, and the knowledge that Mr. Sleswick was just in the guest house nearby if he needed him was … not comforting, in the least.

Mama had left him a list of things he needed to do for the two days he was on his own. Luke took care to check off each task as he accomplished it – Work on his handwriting: Check! Do 5 laps around the grounds: Check! Make his bed: Check! – and he was hopeful that when his parents came back he would get a treat for being so diligent. (Hopeful, but he didn’t expect anything. The last time his parents were gone they didn’t check in with him for three days after they got back, and by then they didn’t care whether his chores were done or not. Luke wasn’t even sure they had missed him in their absence.) He had made himself dinner – a sleeve of crackers and an apple, because Mama locked the fridge and cupboards while they were away in case the servants might steal any of their good food. He was still hungry, but he drank a lot of water and that sort of made up for it. Except that it also made him have to pee a lot, and that meant he had to leave his hiding place, which he didn’t like doing. Leaving his hiding place risked Mr. Sleswick finding it, and then he’d have to find a new place to hide, and the servants thought it was just a silly game so they would tell on him to Mr. Sleswick instead of keeping his hiding places secret.

Luke wasn’t allowed to ask the servants for anything. They worked for his parents, not for him. He could make his own bed and his own meals and anyway his parents were only gone for two days, so it’s not like he would be expected to figure out how to use the laundry machines or how to clean the house or anything. Making his bed and scrabbling together whatever food he could scavenge (that wasn’t locked away – he’d meant to hide some things before his parents left, like a can of Alphagetti as a treat and maybe some cookies), that was easy. That was baby stuff. He could do it, no problem. He didn’t need Mr. Sleswick’s help for any of it.

He didn’t think he needed Mr. Sleswick’s help for his fighting forms, either. Honestly, Luke didn’t even think Mr. Sleswick was teaching him right. Not like how Papa showed him, or his teachers at school. But Mr. Sleswick was a lot older than him and a lot better at fighting than him – everybody said so – so maybe there was a trick to his methods that Luke just didn’t understand. And while Luke wasn’t entirely comfortable with how hands-on Mr. Sleswick was, at least when Luke messed up his forms – like always – Mr. Sleswick didn’t yell at him or hit him. Luke just couldn’t quite figure out why it made him feel more uncomfortable to have Mr. Sleswick pet him or hug him when he did well than it did when Papa slapped him or hit him with the belt for screwing up.

The storm outside was picking up, and Luke wasn’t scared, but he didn’t like it. The old house creaked and groaned on the best of days, but on the bad weather days the wind made the shutters rattle and the house was extra drafty. He’d spent most of the day tucked up in the linen closet on the second floor, up on the top shelf where Mama kept the good towels. He had a flashlight and a copy of Grimm’s fairy tales (which, in hindsight, was maybe a little too scary for a stormy night, even if he normally loved all the gory bits, like Cinderella’s wicked stepsisters cutting off pieces of their feet so they could fit into the glass slipper or birds pecking their eyes out). He’d eaten his apple slowly, following up each bite with a sip of water, but now he had to pee and that would mean abandoning his hiding spot and hoping neither Mr. Sleswick nor the servants figured out where it was before he could come back to it.

Cautiously Luke climbed down from the closet shelves. His papa was always telling him how clumsy he was, but he had always been really good at climbing. Shelves, jungle gyms, trees, you name it, he could climb it. He poked his head out of the closet and saw that the hallway was dark. His parents only left the night-lights on for his sisters; Luke was a big boy and shouldn’t need them. Closing the door carefully – it had a squeaky hinge that would squeal if you didn’t close it right – he turned and crept down the hallway towards one of the upstairs bathrooms. Technically speaking he was only allowed to use the bathroom attached to his bedroom or the one downstairs, off the kitchen, but the upstairs bathroom was closer to his hiding place, and the less time he spent away from his sanctum the less likely it was anyone would find it.

Luke didn’t bother to turn the light on in the bathroom, he just closed the door quietly behind him and used the flashes of lightning from outside to direct himself to the toilet. Unconsciously he counted the beats between the thunder and the lightning – One hippopotamus, two hippopotamus – and judged the storm to be getting closer. He wondered if it would knock the power out. On the one hand, that would be bad, because it would shut the security off in the house, and then Papa would be mad when he got home. (Luke didn’t know how to reset the security – Papa didn’t think he was old enough or smart enough to learn – but Papa didn’t like it when the security systems shut down and had to be reset because it took a lot of time, time he could spend doing better things.) On the other hand, if the power went out then the house would be even darker, and Luke would have an easier time hiding. Plus there was always something thrilling about a storm so powerful it could knock out the island’s hydro, because Papa always said they had the best system in the county. “Not like the mainlanders, who have to rely on the city utilities to get everything done!” Papa and Mama were both always very proud about how they had the best of everything: the best house, the best cars, the best positions within the Order, the best children. That was why Mr. Sleswick was staying with them, because they had the nicest guest house and the most efficient staff. The fact that he was so gracious as to offer to help teach their sons – well, just the one son, now that Danny was away at school – how to fight like a real warrior was just icing on the cake, as far as Luke’s parents were concerned, because now Luke had the best trainer, too, and all for the inconvenience of having the man stay in their guest house. And that was hardly an inconvenience at all, since Mr. Sleswick mostly took care of himself, and whatever he couldn’t manage, the servants dealt with.

Luke was just finishing up when the bathroom door suddenly burst open with such force that it slammed into the opposite wall, startling Luke so badly he jumped and peed a little on the floor. He yelped, torn between trying to cover himself up, clean up the mess he’d just made, or finish peeing in the bowl as Mr. Sleswick barged into the bathroom. In the end he didn’t have a whole lot of choice: it was either pee in the bowl or continue peeing on his foot, and it was bad enough that he’d already made a mess on the floor like a baby.

“Mr. Sleswick!” he protested, cheeks flaming as the older man turned on the bathroom light, flooding the little room with soft illumination – and highlighting the mess. “You scared me!” Luke tried covering his bare bum with one hand, the other hand still directing his flow into the bowl. He hadn’t yet mastered the art of peeing without dropping his pants onto the floor; Ally made fun of him (as if she was any better – she kept having to change her underwear because of accidents, and she was eight! That was so old!), but it was hard to coordinate the whole affair.

Mr. Sleswick laughed, and it was that laugh that Luke hated, the one that most people thought sounded warm and friendly but was actually kind of mean underneath. “Don’t be silly, Lukas, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” Then he chuckled and made a show of trying to peek around Luke, as if to peer down at him. “Unless you’ve got some extra bits I don’t know about? Is that it, Lukas? Are you hiding something?”

“N-no, sir!” Luke stammered out, and managed to quickly finished up and tuck himself back into his pants. He realized, with a sort of fragile dismay, that he hadn’t given himself a little shake and he’d probably have a wet spot on the front of his pants later, but he decided a wet spot was preferable to Mr. Sleswick making bad jokes at the sight of his bum.

Mr. Sleswick’s hand came down heavily on Luke’s shoulder, and it took everything in him not to flinch. That would hurt Mr. Sleswick’s feelings, and he would want to know why Luke didn’t like him, or if Luke was afraid of him. And Luke wasn’t. Mr. Sleswick was always really nice to him and paid him so much more attention than Papa or Mama or any of his instructors. He should be grateful to have the attention of an important man like him, not jumping and hiding himself away just because he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with Mr. Sleswick’s interest.

“I’m just teasing you, Lukas,” Mr. Sleswick said, his voice filled with good humour. He squeezed Luke’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be so serious all the time, Gloomy Gus. Now c’mon, I was going to show you how to block that strike I used on you yesterday, remember?”

“Yes, sir,” Luke said obediently. He started to head for the door, then turned and used some toilet paper to mop up the spill on the floor. He peeled off his sock, the one he’d accidentally peed on, and shoved it and its mate down the laundry chute, hoping the servants wouldn’t notice that his socks smelled like pee. Then Luke quickly washed his hands. He did want to learn how to block Mr. Sleswick’s strike; it had been some weird overhand hit that had left Luke sprawled on his bum on the ground, which he hadn’t enjoyed at all. If he could learn how to block it, then maybe he could apply that learning to other similar hits, and then maybe he wouldn’t always get knocked down. And then maybe Papa wouldn’t be so angry about what a bad fighter he was. Maybe he’d even learn something new that he could show Papa and Mama, to make them proud of him!

“Good boy, Lukas,” Mr. Sleswick said, giving Luke’s shoulder another, longer squeeze. Something about that made Luke’s tummy twist, but he didn’t know whether it was the touch or the way Mr. Sleswick seemed to linger over his name. The apple he’d savoured while hidden away inside the closet suddenly felt leaden and heavy inside his stomach, and Luke thought he tasted bile in the back of his throat but he tried to dismiss the sensation.

There was another brilliant flash of lightning followed by a huge crash that made Luke jump. The bathroom light flickered and there was a slight buzzing sound, as if the lights were about to go out. Mr. Sleswick gave Luke a comforting pat on the back as he ushered him out into the hallway, in the direction of the training room.

“Maybe if the power goes out we can build a fort in the living room,” Mr. Sleswick suggested, and Luke smiled at that, thinking of all the times he and his older brother Danny had done that very thing. Mr. Sleswick continued, “We could make popcorn in the fireplace and tell scary ghost stories and huddle together in the fort. Wouldn’t that be fun, Lukas?”

“Yes sir,” Luke said again, even as his stomach gave another painful twist. He let Mr. Sleswick lead him away, but a part of him was thinking that maybe it would have been better if he’d just stayed hidden up inside the linen closet. He’d thought, back when Mr. Sleswick started paying attention to him, that it would be nice to have an adult make a fuss over him the way they all did for his siblings, but now he wasn’t so sure. Maybe it was better to be alone and ignored.

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MAMAMOO (마마무) - White Wind (9th Mini Album) [COMEBACK REVIEW]

[NOTE: I couldn’t fit in all the videos due to the video limit, so click/press the name of each song to go to YouTube and listen to it!]

There's a very well known saying that we often save the best for last. And yeah, that might not always be true, and I'm not trying to spoil my opinion right away, but... MAMAMOO took that saying to heart. HARD. I've loved the vast majority of what they've given us with the '4 seasons, 4 concepts' thing they've been doing for the last year or so - with their last album, Blue;S, admittedly being my least favourite, and Red Moon being my favourite. Yellow Flower was alright, with a few great songs here and there.

But White Wind? White Wind is THAT BITCH. AND I MEAN IT.

At this point this blog is basically composed of hyperbole and nothing else, but... holy fuck, this album. THIS FUCKING ALBUM. These sorts of releases are the reason I started this blog and these comeback reviews - every now and again we'll get to see something really special get released, and White Wind is one of those occasions. It's... the best thing MAMAMOO have ever done, period. And it absolutely shows why these girls are so damn popular. This is one of those albums that's making me proud to be a Moomoo since "Mr. Ambiguous". This is THEIR album. This is MAMAMOO's evolution if you ask me - this is where they go from a great group to a downright phenomenal one.

So I could wax on all day about how phenomenal this project is, or I could actually SHOW you why. And hey, that's what this blog is for, so buckle the fuckle up and get ready to have your wig fly to Mars.

I mean it. Get some glue for that shit, you're gonna need it.

1. WHERE R U

Any time I'm listening to a MAMAMOO song, and I hear Solar say this at the beginning:

🌟🌙✨C O S M I C ✨🌙🌟

I IMMEDIATELY LOSE MY SHIT. 'CAUSE THEN YOU KNOW THE SONG IS GONNA BE GOOD.

Cosmic Girl (formerly Lucy from RaNia) and Cosmic Sound have worked with MAMAMOO as composers and lyricists for quite a while now. But I'm now at the point where I'm convinced - CONVINCED, I TELL YA - that they cannot make a bad song for the girls. And "Where R U" serves to continue that trend!

It honestly fits the title of the album really well; there's some plucked strings and marimba-like notes in the instrumental that feel so damn breezy and relaxing. As well as this, the song's tempo is slow, but not slow enough that you're bored with it. "Where R U" is a very bright, smile-inducing song if I'm being honest. I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat the first time I listened to it, it's just damn delightful. It also helps that all four members sound like honest-to-god angels here. And hey, any song where Moonbyul sings more is a good song in my book!

The lyrics carry this very light-hearted feel to them, as well - they match the song perfectly. They're very sweet and heartfelt, but with emphasis on a lot of minute details that are super charming. It's not often that MAMAMOO actually do a lovey-dovey song like this, but when it's done right, it's very effective. And yeah, that's absolutely the case here! I like the lyrics a lot.

Do you want to eat and watch a movie? Just the two of us? The corners of my lips are curling up just thinking about it

All in all, I don't have a single bad thing to say about this song. It serves as a great introduction to the album, since it's slow and breezy yet pleasant at the same time. It's the perfect sort of song for a really summery day, to be honest - not the sort of sound I thought MAMAMOO would nail like they did here, but damn! I'm impressed. And that's just the start of this album. Oh boy.

2. GOGOBEBE (고고베베) [TITLE]

Not gonna lie, leading up to this song's release, I actually listened to all of the teasers - which is something I very rarely do - and I got hyped. It all sounded a bit more hip-hop inspired than most of MAMAMOO's title tracks, and the vocals sounded out of this world (as per normal). So when the song actually came out, and it was THIS good? Yeah, I was floored from the word "go".

I remember reading an interview where the girls themselves said "Gogobebe" is "a term that means everyone should just play, go, and enjoy themselves". And yeah, that certainly comes across here! There's playful acoustic guitars scattered around the instrumental, some really bouncy synths, a STRONG bassline, and choruses that just fucking explode towards the end of the song. Seriously, this is the sort of song you'd blast at a party at 2am, and the entire room would start singing along - think "Mr. Brightside", but not on the same level of recognition, obviously. That shouty "뻔뻔하게 놀아 미친 듯이 즐겨" section in the choruses is AWESOME.

I feel like this is the first title track we've had where MAMAMOO get to show off their personalities a bit more, too? Like, we all know how upbeat and playful these lovable idiots are, but that's mainly shown off in their side tracks - like "Taller Than You" or "Sleep in the Car". But here, their personalities are on clear display. This is a song they can have fun with, and that absolutely comes across in both the MV and the live stages. And when the song is this contagious, it catches on fast - just listening to "Gogobebe" puts me in a really good mood!

The playful/party theme of the song is carried over really well into the lyrics, which are also about just enjoying yourself and not caring about what comes tomorrow. There are a few stellar lines in there though, especially in Wheein's introduction and Moonbyul's second rap - apparently Solar and Moonbyul both helped write the lyrics, and if that's the case, consider me very impressed! They're a really fun and uplifting. (Also "너와 나의 mix and match" is A DAMN GREAT LINE. Thank you very much.)

The people who talk too much Always die first in the movies So raise up your self-love

So the song and lyrics are great, but what about the choreography? Honestly, I feel like MAMAMOO haven't had that many stellar choreographies; they're more focused on their songs and performances. Which is completely fine, that's just their style - but I'll be damned if they didn't knock it out of the park for "Gogobebe".

NOTE: The choreography in the video below is mirrored, so it's actually the wrong way around! There isn't an official dance practice for this song, so this is the best I could find.

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That's mainly because they got Mina Myoung from 1MILLION dance studio to do the choreography here; and her skill in choreographing shows massively. There's a lot of pretty complex footwork and fast movements here, and yet the girls look flawless doing it! My favourite part is honestly the "9 slash 6" section after that second chorus - MAMAMOO go OFF and I am living for it. There's just a lot of complex details and touches here that make the routine so fun and pleasing to watch - they all make it look so easy, too, which, hoo boi that's not the case once you learn it. It's tough, but in the way that I love!

And hey, the girls even visited the studio to perform it with Mina when she taught it for a class. That's adorable. 😄 (Also HOLY SHIT WHEEIN. GO OFF GIRL. MAIN DANCER COMING THROUGH.)

Yeah, "Gogobebe" was fucking amazing. It's definitely up there with MAMAMOO's best title tracks, if you ask me - it's got the right blend of charm and charisma yet some silliness as well, and if that doesn't sum up the girls I don't know what will. I really hope they keep this momentum going, cause goddamn, I'll be a proud Moomoo if they do. :,)

3. WAGGY (쟤가 걔야)

Not gonna lie, when I saw the title of this song for the first time, I immediately thought "CHOO CHOO JOKE SONG TERRITORY HERE WE COME". And while that isn't completely false, it's definitely not completely true either. The jokiness of this song comes across more in the live stages than the actual song itself, since "Waggy" is actually an adorable little love song! And when I say adorable, I mean ADORABLE. This shit nearly gave me a goddamn cavity.

Let me be clear when I say that cutesy songs like this normally aren't my thing - I often find that unless they do something unique with their cuteness, I'll be bored with them veeeeeery quickly. But thankfully, describing your crush like a little puppy who follows you everywhere is JUST the sort of unique charm I look for in these sorts of songs. It's a memorable metaphor, and IT'S JUST TOO DAMN CUTE, MAN.

There's also the fact that the song itself is infernally catchy; the drum beat matches how my head was bopping along when I listened to it for the first time! It's honestly very reminiscent of Animal Crossing for me, since the soundtrack in those games is very similar to "Waggy"; full of acoustic guitars, simple rhythms and nice little songs you hum the melody to every now and again. I'm... honestly quite disappointed that this didn't blow up amongst young kids like iKON's "Love Scenario" did - it's adorable, and not that complicated either! There's also the fact that when the girls try to be cute, it either works, or ends up being hilarious (for example: Solar's little animal impressions in that bridge. I was ROLLING).

The lyrics are certainly another one of this song's assets, if you ask me. This is already "Puppy Love: The Song", and the lyrics definitely fit that theme! I'd love to know if the girls were able to keep straight faces whilst recording this, because I feel like there would've been a few laughter fits here and there... But like I mentioned before, that comparison of your crush to a puppy is the best part of this song. Hands down. My heart has melted and I'm surprisingly okay with it. ALSO HWASA SINGING IN FRENCH HOLY FUCK.

Woof woof woof, follow me upstairs, puppy When you follow me around You're seriously so cute

Y'know what the cherry on top for this song is, though? The live performances. Go watch them and then try to tell me that MAMAMOO are a deadly serious group. Hwasa looks like the friend that got dragged into everything because she lost a bet, and it's hilarious. 😂

But I don't think there's much else I can say about "Waggy"! It's got the perfect mix of jokiness and cuteness to be memorable, and it's irresistibly fun to boot. And catchy. Seriously, I've had this stuck in my head for weeks. Help.

4. 25 (WHEEIN SOLO)

All I can say is: IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME.

A lot of Moomoos caught on quite quickly that each member would get one solo per album; Hwasa had a solo on Yellow Flower, Moonbyul had hers on Red Moon, and Solar had hers on Blue;S. BUT NOW IT'S WHEEIN'S TURN. If you ask me she's the most underappreciated member in MAMAMOO! And yet, while this doesn't live up to "Moderato", her other solo - but let's be real, what can - it's still a pretty solid track that acts as a nice interval to the album itself. And hey, Hash Swan isn't in this, so that already makes me happy! (Seriously, that guy's voice is insufferable... couldn't RBW have picked someone else???)

Similarly to "Where R U", "25" has a very chill, relaxed vibe going for it, with some atmospheric guitars and echoing vocals in the instrumental. I really like the triplet/sped-up rhythm of the lyrics in the verses, too - they give the song a nice bit of flavour where it's needed most. And obviously, the star here is Wheein; her vocals are no joke, she's the best vocalist in MAMAMOO in my opinion. But I do unfortunately feel like the song runs a bit short? It feels like she was hampered a bit, and I don't like that very much. She deserves her time to shine, too. But either way, she's still got a gorgeous voice, and she does get her chance to at least show that.

But aside from Wheein's voice, the lyrics to this song are my favourite thing about it. I never expected Wheein to take such a mature angle! And yes, she helped write the lyrics for this, go figure. Wheein actually talks about the topic of growing up, and trying not to lose your innocence and curiosity as you become an adult. She fully admits that growing up is, at times, not something she wants to do - she just wants to curl into a ball and not have to face adulthood. But eventually you get used to it - you adjust, you adapt, and you become more comfortable with the person you are (as well as who you'll be in the future). It's... surprisingly deep? Yet really, REALLY beautiful at the same time. They really changed my opinion on the song, actually! I went from being lukewarm on it to really, really liking it.

At times, I don't want to grow up Like the natural days I want to talk about it myself, but it's hard

"25" ultimately ended up being a song I really enjoyed - and yes, that's largely because of both Wheein's vocals and those amazing lyrics. The song itself does run a bit short, and I do still think it had a lot more room to develop, but what we got in the end is of an insane quality. Wheein should really try her hand at songwriting more, because if this is the sort of thing she's going to write, I'd love to hear what else she can come up with. 👌

5. BAD BYE

Ohhhhhh man, now we're getting into the part of this review where I just start to gush.

Everything we've had so far is either insanely high-quality, or memorable enough to become one of my favourite MAMAMOO songs - but now we're going into ballad territory. And THAT is where MAMAMOO apparently decided to step things up a notch, and turn this album from a good one into a great one.

All I can really say about "Bad Bye" is this: if you haven't done so already, listen to it. Just... listen. Sit there, listen to it in its entirety with no interruptions and preferrably a good pair of headphones, and just take it in. I can 100% GUARANTEE you that you will cry. Even if you've never been through a breakup, even if you can't understand the lyrics - that doesn't matter. I promise you, this song will leave you bawling. If you're not crying by the end, you'll certainly be close to it. And yes, that's largely because of the song itself and its execution, but what really put me over the edge was THE MOTHERFUCKING VOCALS.

People always categorise MAMAMOO as a "vocal group", right? Because of their power and technique, and the fact that pretty much all of the members can sing? I've always felt that title was fitting - but holy SHIT, this is taking it to a new level. Not only are Moonbyul's raps full of anger and raw emotion, Hwasa, Solar and Wheein fucking nail it vocally - THOSE ADLIBS, MAN. THOSE ADLIBS. They legitimately left me in tears here.

I cannot wait to see clips of this from their upcoming concerts, because if they sing this live? ...I may just collapse to be honest. "Bad bye" is so beautifully done, and so emotionally performed on the girls' part that it's breathtaking. And really, really damn heartbreaking, too. It's one hell of a sincere ballad. The instrumental has a part to play there too, because even though there are very skittery trap snares throughout, they never overpower the really emotional piano line - they never feel like a distraction, and they actually end up giving the song a good rhythmic base. But yeah, they're nothing but background to the girls' vocals, which are honestly some of the best in the industry. Fight me.

But if your heart wasn't broken from just listening to the song, don't worry! There's lyrics to help with that! Moonbyul once again helped on the writing here, and the lyrics end up being just as emotionally charged as the song and vocals. It's like the icing on top of a really depressing cake - but in a good way. There isn't a dull moment in them, they're as descriptive and heart-wrenching at the end as they were at the start.

Stop trying to comfort me now, I'm holding back tears I'm afraid of it being the end if I turn my back I can't go, I can't do it - tell me this isn't it

I could go on forever about "Bad bye", honestly. It's just... perfect in the saddest way possible. THIS is the sort of magic I look for in ballads; this has so much legitimate feeling and so many emotions to it that it makes you emotional regardless of whether or not you understand the words. I really didn't think they'd blow me away this much late into the album, but... man, was I wrong. As I'm typing this, their concert is taking place tonight (April 19th) - and I know I said it earlier, but I'm saying it again. I DESPERATELY need to see a live performance of this song. Please. 😭

Y'know what else I need a live performance of, though?

6. MY STAR

BITCH, YOU'RE ASKING ME TO PUT MY FEELINGS FOR THIS SONG INTO WORDS?

Hooooooooo man.

This song made me FEEL things, y'all. IT STILL DOES.

Again, once we were blessed with that "Cosmic" namecall at the beginning, I was excited. Really, really excited. I know Cosmic Girl & Sound make phenomenal MAMAMOO songs, so this was going to be great, right?

BITCH, WRONG. IT WAS GOING TO CHANGE YA DAMN LIFE.

We're only four months into the year. FOUR. MONTHS. And I may have found my side track of the year. Because "My star" is fucking insane. It, once again, left me in tears - but not because the song was emotional. I was in tears from how fucking shook I was whilst listening to this. This song goes haaaaaaaaaard. The bass and drumline in this song is SO damn powerful, the really creepy synths are right up my alley, the hand claps are hype as fuck, and THEM VOCALS. LET ME FUCKING TALK ABOUT THEM VOCALS. Because the girls all sound jaw-droppingly good, but... I need to call someone out real quick.

SOLAR.

MOTHERFUCKING KIM YONGSUN.

BITCH?!?!? WHERE WERE THESE VOCALS HIDING????

Did y'all even HEAR that fucking F6?! LIKE. FOR REAL?! KE$HA IS (majestically, like the queen she is) QUAKING.

Those adlibs... that was a fucking spiritual experience. My soul has left this plane of existence because of those high notes. Looks like she heard that I thought Wheein was the best vocalist in MAMAMOO and decided to fucking change my mind, good LORD.

Another huge thing for me is that this song has sustained my hype for it SO DAMN MUCH. Often, I'll love a song to death once I first hear it, but then it'll wear off over time. But "My star" is so good that that hasn't happened!! It is not only one of the best Cosmic tracks the girls have, but THE BEST B-side MAMAMOO have done. Period. It rivals "Midnight Summer Dream" from Red Moon for me.

And hey, speaking of "Midnight Summer Dream", this song also carries a creepy vibe! Now, unlike "Midnight Summer Dream", I don't think that creepy vibe is intended on "My star". But goddammit, read this song's lyrics and listen to those distorted/reversed synths during Solar's first verse, and tell me you don't immediately think 'stalker girlfriend'. This is a yandere anthem and y'all can't change my mind. IT'S CREEPY AND I LOVE IT. I really want to see a yandere MV for this. PLEASE, RBW. MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE.

But every time I breathe, [and] my heart is beating I can't feel it through you I wanna be your love

So don't mind me. I'm just going to go listen to this song for the millionth time and cry over how good it is. And also Solar's falsetto.

UPDATE [21/04/2019]:

THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING WENT AND PERFORMED IT LIVE.

The best video I can find of it right now is this Wheein fancam but I DON'T CARE. THEY ACTUALLY DID IT.

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QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS.

7. 4SEASON (OUTRO)

...you know an outro is good when I want it to be a full song.

And that NEVER happens with me. I very rarely listen to intros/outros and go "huh, this would be nice as a full song". But that happened with "4season"! It's so nice and chill, literally perfect for listening to in a coffee shop of some sort. It's very short, of course, but the blaring synths and the trap snares actually make a really cool, atmospheric outro. And, as always, all four girls sound phenomenal. It's MAMAMOO, is that really surprising to you at this point?

Since the song is so short, the lyrics are going to be quite minimal as well. But the lyrics here remind me a lot of "Daydream" from Dreamcatcher's recent album - they seem to be a thank-you of sorts to the Moomoos. And I love stuff like that - it's super heartwarming when an idol/group does it, to be honest. If you're a Moomoo, you know how much MAMAMOO really do care for their fans, and that just makes this all the sweeter. :,)

One by one, build up [the] good memories and walk Walk together You and me

"4season" ultimately serves as both a great outro to "White Wind" as an album, and the '4 seasons, 4 colours" project as a whole! And godDAMN, what a way to end it. I wasn't kidding when I said this album is the best of the 4. It's skyrocketed its way to my list of favourite MAMAMOO albums, and I can't wait to own this physically. It's 100% worth it. 😊

ALL THE SOURCES FOR THE ENGLISH LYRICS I USED IN THIS REVIEW: Where R U Gogobebe (고고베베) Waggy (쟤가 걔야) 25 (Wheein Solo) Bad bye My star 4season (Outro)

COVER IMAGE CREDITS: Wind transparent background by KissPNG

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Dancing’s Not a Crime

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Rating: Teen and Up Words: 2,856 Summary: “Dance with me,” Nyx says. His voice is so soft and hypnotic. Noctis can’t tell if it’s just him or if the crackling fire and shining stars make Nyx seem that much more magical. Noct swears up and down he can't dance, but Nyx refuses to let him be a spectator. (ao3) I’d love to hear your thoughts :) For the final day of the @nyxnoctocalypse nyxnoct weekend! Not quite pertaining to Noct’s birthday, but still meant to spoil him with good times and alotta love! I’d also like to recommend the song that spawned this idea a while ago. Even if you don't know Spanish (hello from a hispanic that isn't even fluent in it, yikes), the song's still amazing and meant to be what these two dorks end up dancing to! Disclaimer: I don't know shit about dancing, but I did my best? This is meant to just be silly and cute~

He’s a vision in the golden firelight. Swaying careless and free to the upbeat rhythm of drums, piano and an acoustic guitar. Noctis can hardly contain his own marvel as he watches Nyx dance alongside Selena and Crowe. He can’t tell if Nyx is a little buzzed or riding the high of being back home. Either way, Noctis sits mesmerized by the dopey stretch of his grin and the dorky way he bumps hips with his sister.

The moon casts it’s pale light among the trees of Galahd’s forest. Noctis can see them beyond the fence of the Ulric family’s back yard. Further in the distance lie vast mountains, where darkening clouds cloak them and forewarn of a pending storm. A few hours and everyone will be dancing to the clap of thunder rather than the music. Not that Noctis can imagine most of this little gathering being fazed by any of it. Ghalad has a thing about rain. A few things, actually. Old folktales, exaggerated superstitions and a cultural dance revered by its people.

Part of Noctis wonders if he’ll be lucky enough to see Nyx partake in that dance one of these nights if not tonight. It’s the first bonfire of their third night in Galahd, but not the first time Nyx has danced beneath the stars. The first time was after the grand Welcome Home dinner Nyx’s mother had prepared. That time Noctis was certain he was buzzed.

The second time was the next day when Noctis sat huddled with the Ulric family on the back patio. He was listening intently as they recounted old memories, especially when they landed on the subject of dancing. Selena enlightened him on the dance classes she took when she was young. She grew so enthusiastic when she mentioned dragging Nyx (“Bully,” he corrected) into helping her practice, and that Nyx was a pretty decent dancer when he isn’t being purposely ridiculous. Noctis dared Nyx to prove it and, of course, the glaive refused to back down from it.

Needless to say, Noctis became infinitely more attracted to him in less than a minute of watching. All while Mrs. Ulric clapped for her children when Selena decided to jump in with him. They demonstrated an old routine they’d perfected together for one of Selena’s recitals. A lot of quick footwork, wild twists, swinging hips and elaborate hand and arm gestures. All staples to a certain branch of modern Galahdian dance, Noctis learned.

Noct’s the only one not dancing right now. Neither is Libertus or Mrs. Ulric, but they’re busy in the kitchen preparing the final batch of baked goodies for the night. Nyx, Selena and Crowe are all close together, mismatching dance moves to an upbeat song in their native tongue. Noctis sits by the fire with his chin cradled in his palm, unable to tear his attention away from Nyx.

He’s lip-syncing to the final chorus in the song. All three idly move their bodies to the beat, each with one hand raised to the sky. Selena even twirls around in a small circle, joining Nyx in mouthing the final lines. Two which Noctis can pick out and understand all on his own.

Everyone can fall in love. What we feel is not a crime.

What is a crime is the way Nyx moves, gods. Noctis’ fingers curl over his lips to contain his smitten little grin while the other collectively “Woo!” and high five. He claps for them after, getting Selena and Crowe to take a dramatic bow as Nyx whirls on a heel to face him.

Nyx tilts his head, flashing Noct a sly smirk when he approaches.

“I can’t believe I never knew you could dance until this trip,” Noctis says, accepting the hand Nyx holds out to him.

“We danced that one time at my place!”

“It was three AM and I’m pretty sure we were just spinning in lazy circles for five minutes.”

Nyx chuckles and brushes a thumb over Noct’s knuckles. “Well, if you think I knew what I was doing through those last two songs, you’re giving me too much credit.”

“Don’t be modest, Ulric.”

“Don’t be a spectator, Caelum.”

In one swift, firm tug, Nyx has Noctis out of his chair and on his feet, hands immediately locking on his waist. He pulls him flush to his chest and looks into his eyes like he’s trying to crack the wonder Noctis is. There’s a glint of flames dancing in Nyx’s contrasting blues. Noctis blinks up at them as the world around him soon narrows down to them alone.

“Dance with me,” Nyx says. His voice is so soft and hypnotic. Noctis can’t tell if it’s just him or if the crackling fire and shining stars make Nyx seem that much more magical.

“What?” Noctis asks, fighting a blush as the grip on his waist grows tighter.

Then the melody of the next song starts up, the slow hum of its artist following. Nyx’s brow perks up in recognition. “Wow,” he laughs.

“What?”

“This song…” Nyx sways his hips side to side, urging Noct to follow his lead while the beat of the first verse builds. “It’s called Dance Me. Couldn’t be more perfect.”

“Might be if I could actually dance.” Noctis averts his eyes down to the ground.

“You don’t have to actually know how to dance, Noct.” Finally, Noctis lets up and allows Nyx guide his hips in sync with his. “It’s all in good fun. Just follow me.”

“Nyx, I –”

The abrupt strums of a guitar kick in and Nyx turns Noctis around, bringing his back against his chest. Noctis makes a small noise of surprise, but soon bites his lower lip as Nyx’s hips grind against him briefly. He’s led to jerk his own with the beat. Mere seconds apart; left-right, left-right. Left-right, left-right.

A blink later and he’s turned to face Nyx again, shaking his head timidly. Nyx just keeps dancing. He puts his arms into it, aimless and spirited. Noctis finds it downright baffling how the man can look so good doing it. Far removed from Noctis’ world of waltzing at formal balls and royal affairs. Livelier and wild. Something Noct’s certain he’ll never have in him the way Nyx does. Nyx’s always been on another level he’s yet to fathom.

Seeing him at home cranks it up ten times more than usual. He’s more lighthearted when he’s home. Easygoing and at peace. Not that he can’t be that way back in Insomnia, but it’s not the same thing. It never will be with the way many Insomnians turn their nose at the representative braids and tattoos Ghaladians sport. Nyx doesn’t have to face any of that here. He doesn’t have to hold back anything about himself here when he wanders the streets.

And that unabashed pride to be back home gives Nyx a beautiful glow that’s amplified beneath the firelight. It captures Noctis’ heart and makes it grow larger and larger for the silly dancing man. Though it’s not quite enough to make him forget his own embarrassment.

“Nyx, no!” He shouts over the music, a bit amused by the way Nyx raises an eyebrow and both arms in unison. “I’ll look like an idiot.”

“We both will,” he says, twisting counterclockwise on the ball of one foot in short increments. He mouths the lyrics as he goes; Báilame, twist, yeah, twist, yeah. When he’s facing Noct again, he reaches for a wrist. Noct’s tugged back to him, led two steps forward and then two steps back. “What’s your point?”

Noct opens his mouth and quickly shuts it again. A startled noise slips from his mouth as Nyx raises his arm and guides him into a swift spin. He’s stumbles when he comes full circle, but Nyx’s arm is around his back a second later, catching and dipping him backwards. Noctis huffs out a breath, eyes expanding. The light of the fire flickers against Nyx’s features, highlighting a dashing smirk. Those lips are on his before Noctis can process it, kissing him hot and zealous like the dancing flames, lighting a fire of its own in his veins.

He’s panting by the time Nyx parts from him.

“You’re too beautiful to hide off on the sidelines, y’know. Let loose a little, Noct. Dance like an idiot with me.”

Well when he says it like that…

If Noctis didn’t feel the heat before, he’s feeling it now. Straight to his cheeks and ears, down his neck and through his spine. There Nyx goes again, being far too good for him. Free of judgement. Always accepting to what Noctis considers to be the more awkward aspects of himself. Encouraging and matching them so he doesn’t feel like a complete fool. All in good fun, he reminds himself. For Nyx, he decides because Nyx’s been having nothing but a good time since coming home. Who was Noctis not to indulge him further with one little dance?

(It wouldn’t hurt to have Nyx grind against him again, either.)

Nyx pulls Noctis upright as the second verse begins and, at first, Noct’s at a loss of what to do. He tentatively moves his hips lefts and right and Nyx is quick to nod in approval. He beckons him closer. One step and those hands are back on him, drawing their hips together, urging him to roll his round and round. And oh. Oh. The way Nyx dares to tease him by grinding forward like that. (It’s like the man read his mind.) Noctis needs to get him back for that.

He feels something brazen awakening in him. Lured away from comfortable shadows by Nyx’s infatuated stare and enticing grin. The chorus sounds again, an energetic tap-strum, tap-strum, provoking Noctis to go with it and jerk his shoulders side to side.

“There you go!” Nyx cheers with a clap and a nod.

Everything beyond it is haphazard and nonsensical. He tires mimicking Nyx at some points. The rapid footwork, the way he uses his arms brisk and nimble between each beat. No doubt stemming from his days practicing with Selena. Noct’s sure his execution is clumsy in comparison but, for once, he doesn’t give a damn. He feels like a pro when Nyx keeps encouraging him and eyeing him like some sort of treasure.

Noctis lets the rest of his body sway in turn with his hips. It’s in such a fashion that he can imagine Prompto shouting “Let your whole body talk!” if he were here. He’s never felt so keen to follow the advice or to let himself feel so lost and liberated in a rhythm. He laughs for no reason other than that, even as Nyx wraps an arm around his waist and gently takes his hand. Noctis rests his free one upon Nyx’s shoulder out of instinct.

“We should dance more often.” Nyx says over the mellowing bride of the song, letting the hand on Noct’s waist roam low around his back. “I love seeing you dance.”

“I don’t know how to dance, Nyx.” Noct chuckles, becoming distracted as the fingers entwined with his trace up his arm. They curl around the back of his neck and Nyx leans in to press their foreheads together.

“You keep saying that and I keep not caring.”

“I think you’ve had too much of Crowe’s punch.”

“I think I haven’t had enough of you.”

At this rate, Noctis will crumple right into Nyx’s arms if he keeps up the sweet talk. Six, his knees feel weak as it is. His nerves tickled with every touch. His head fuzzy, heart elated and cheeks burning with every word.

“Love this,” Nyx lavishes a kiss to his jaw. “Love having you home with me.”

“Nyx…” Noct releases a breath, eyes fluttering shut as Nyx’s lips wander down his neck. “Seriously, are you drunk?”

“No, baby.” Nyx’s laughter vibrates against him, tickling his neck and ear. “I’m just happy. Dance with me, will you?”

Noctis smirks, feeling his heart rate rise with the build up of the chorus. The familiar tap-strum, tap-strum and Noctis is a step away from Nyx, letting his body fall back into the rhythm. Arms thrown one way, hips rocked the other, feet following senseless front-back-side-side steps. Nyx’s moves are more distracted while he fixes his attention to his prince. The look on his face is half lustful if Noct isn’t mistaken, and it’s the perfect opening for payback.

He practically hops forward into Nyx’s personal space, bumping his chest into Nyx’s repeatedly. He rolls his hips forward, grinding against Nyx’s and encouraging him to follow the motion. The glaive’s brows rise, face lighting up as he shakes his head appalled and grins. Noctis nods and reaches to tangle his fingers into Nyx’s braids.

“Little shit,” Nyx mutters as they resume their previous position. Joined hands, one on Noct’s waist, Noct’s on Nyx’s shoulder.

His mind reels back to their lazy three AM dance in Nyx’s apartment. Though, the way they spin this time is far from lazy. It’s wild and rebellious, matching up to the tempo of the chorus. Báilame, spin, yeah, spin, yeah. And Noctis laughs silly enough for Nyx to question his sobriety right back.

He’s not drunk. A little dizzy, maybe. Otherwise, he’s just so damn happy.

He’s happy when Nyx stills, raises an arm to lead him into a solo spin this time. He’s happy when Nyx’s arm hooks around his back, keeping him secure as he dips him like before and steals another kiss.

He’s happy when Nyx helps him back up, brings him close, swaying them a little slower now as he says, “Dance me.” Báilame, Noct remembers. Nyx is singing the last lines of the song, he realizes, and gods he can’t take his gaze off him all over again. “Wet me with a kiss. I’ll have fun with your hips. With that swing trap me.”

Noct’s lips part, breath catching in his chest at those words. Nyx shoots him a crooked smile, distracting him from the couple steps he takes forward. So much that he trips over his own feet on the final strum of the song. He lurches forward, attention still glued to Nyx even as he catches his weight. Noct’s gasp stops short, and in the silence, he hears his heart thumping in his ears.

They both burst into laughter, Noctis bumping his head into Nyx’s chest. Maybe he was right. Maybe they should dance more often. He could learn a thing or two from Nyx and Selena. Show it back off in Insomnia. Vex some of the royal council men and women and send the media in a frenzy at the same time. (Perish the thought of the crown prince dancing like the immigrants!) That has him laughing harder.

Nyx wraps his arms around his waist and rests his chin on his head. “Seriously, are you drunk?”

“No. I’m just happy.” He could fill a book with how happy he is in this one moment. Here, beneath the stars, the flicker of fire, and Nyx’s strong arms, he feels alive. He loves Nyx for dragging him out of the sidelines of his comfort zone. For the way he made everything else around them seem so insignificant and unworthy of Noctis’ tendency to become self-conscious.

For the way Nyx helps him be a little braver sometimes. Noctis smiles into the fabric of his shirt. He soaks in the heat between them, feeling Nyx’s own heart thudding against his cheek.

“Hey lovebirds!”

The shout snaps them back into reality. They turn their heads to see Crowe and Selena standing side by side. Crowe’s got a hand on her hip while Selena’s muffling giggles into her palm. At any other given moment, Noct might feel mortified remembering oh yeah, they probably saw the whole thing. Right now he couldn’t care less. He just wants to bust out laughing again, stick his tongue out at Crowe’s mock look of nausea.

“You two done being gross yet?” she asks.

Nyx flips her off. “Give us five more minutes!”

“What kind of magic does that crystal of yours have, Noct?” Selena chimes in. “I’ve never seen anyone get Nyx all hot and bothered so easy.”

“Selena!” Nyx gapes at her across the yard. Noctis snickers and Selena waves innocently at him.

“Love you, big brother!”

“At least your mother didn’t see,” Noct says to bring back his attention. “Selena’s kinda right though. Pretty sure we spent the last half of that song dancing in puddles of your drool.”

Nyx scoffs at him and pinches his sides, making him giggle and grab his wrists. “Hush, you.” He lowers his voice. “Don’t think I’m not getting you back tonight for that little grinding stunt you pulled earlier.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“I think I’ll let you stew in suspense for a few hours.”

“Guess I’ll just trap you with that swing in the meantime.”

“Gods, stop. Little shit.”

Noctis throws his head back when he laughs this time, slumping happily against Nyx’s chest while the next song begins to play.

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osmw1 · 6 years

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Poison-Wielding Fugitive Chapter 11

We stepped out of the store to wander around this deserted village after finishing up our shopping. As soon as we do so, the countdown on Poison Condensation ends. I could put it to the test when we head out for the day tomorrow, but I’m itching to experiment with it now.

‘Whichever would be would be fine. You could say that we are wasting no time, but also, it would be good to have an understanding of your abilities.’

Hmm, either way would do, huh? Well, if I don’t do it today, I’ll do it tomorrow. I don’t think it makes that much of a difference. But, it’s piqued my curiosity is all. It seems like there are many types of poison… stuff like miasma too. What’s the difference between miasma and toxin anyway?

‘”Miasma” is air that fragile humans cannot withstand. “Toxin” is simply poison. Incidentally, monsters born in miasma are not necessarily immune to poison.’

That doesn’t sound quite right, but if that’s what the poison pro is saying, then I guess it must be true. So that means that though I can use poison, I may not necessarily be able to produce miasma?

‘I know not of the future, but that is true for now.’

Then, why don’t we go out and find a monster close by to test my skills? That way, even if something dangerous comes up, I can just run back to the village. With that said, Veno widens his field of perception. Plus, being stung by that mosquito was my fault for not paying attention.

‘Count on me.’

I look for a place near the village that would likely be inhabited by monsters and end up returning to the path Arleaf deliberately detoured around. I walk slightly down that path. Branching from the paved main road, this supposedly dangerous path had been paved at some point. However, running across was a bumpy trail made of packed dirt. That seems to be the trail left behind by monsters. If you wanted to fight something strong, you should probably head down that way. I look left and right to check for anything.

‘Hmm?’

Seemingly with a blip, Veno senses a monster.

Ultramarine Blue Giant Rat

I came across an intensely blue rodent the size of a capybara. Maybe it’s because I had experience fighting the wolves, but I feel pretty calm right now. It might also be because that guy just looks like a mouse.

Squeak!

Perceiving a threat, it comes over here to threaten me. Is something that small really going to attack me? Do monsters try to kill every living being they see? I wonder if this guy’s dangerous.

‘Unfortunately, this one pales in comparison to the Midnight Blue Wolf you have fought. This is not the monster of which the girl warned you. Their footprints differ as well.’

Veno then highlights the set of more dangerous footprints. At a glance, they seem to be in the shape of a deer’s hooves. They seem just like the ones I saw as a kid at the zoo. Anyway, back to the rat in front of us. Well, it seems like it’s just the right target to try my poison against.

‘A mischief of rats would be quite the bother, even to me. Heh heh… just like human scum.’

This guy… From time to time, Veno really despises humans. Dragons really think they’re above all else, eh?

Squeak!

With nimble footwork, the Ultramarine Blue Giant Rat closes in on me. But before it gets too close, I bring out my condensed swamp toxin. A fist-sized ball of poison appears in my hand. Just in case, triple tap! The first shot was fist-sized, but I produced as much as I could for the other two.

Squeeeak?!

Perhaps I was unprepared, but the rat evaded my first throw. I hit my second and third shot. Ooh, the second ball of poison I flung was nearly the size of a watermelon. The speed of the projectile wasn’t all too impressive. But, with such a big blob of highly condensed swamp toxin, the Ultramarine Blue Giant Rat had been thoroughly drenched. The big splash created a big puddle along with it too.

Squeak… squeeeak!

The Ultramarine Blue Giant Rat trembles after being covered from head to tail with poison. Then, with an angry cry, it charges towards me again. It seems like it’s still more than energetic. My attack did less than I thought it would…

‘The immediate effects are present, but it does not seem like it is a devastating blow.’

Its movement did become slightly sluggish, but it’s irritating how I couldn’t kill it in one shot. It won’t just die like that Spray Green Mosquito did, I guess. It would be easy to tell whether my poison worked if the rat started running around, trying to escape, like a cockroach after being sprayed with pesticide. Though how the Ultramarine Blue Giant Rat’s face is turning purple is an obvious sign.

Squeak! Squeak… squeak… wheeze… wheeze

If I left it like this, it would probably die, but it would take quite a while. The rat sees me drawing my sword and quickly squirms over to get the first strike. However, it makes contact with nought but my blade.

Squeeeak?!

The Ultramarine Blue Giant Rat was easily slain with the slightest swing of the sword. It leaves me with an unpleasant feeling though. It’s the same feeling from last time with the wolf, as if I’ve murdered a living being… A lot of first experiences since I’ve come to this world.

“Now then…”

It’s not pity in the slightest, but we shouldn’t put the carcass to waste. We should store it away with magic. I’m not too sure what I can do with a corpse showered with poison, but at least I can feed Veno with it. We should quickly leave this animal trail so that we don’t encounter anything more dangerous. Right after I do so, I see why they said dangerous monsters roam here.

‘Aye… it’s true. It would be too much for you at this time.’

Rose Grey Swordhorn

As its name suggests, this giant deer-like beast has got a pair of sword for antlers. Just by its sheer size, you can tell it’s the master of its domain. Even without measuring its large antlers, the body itself is about three meters long. It seems like it can move pretty quickly, too… I’d definitely be one-shotted if I were to be stabbed by those sword-like antlers.

‘Judging from what we have learned about you today… you would need to be at least level 30 to challenge this one. And like the Midnight Blue Wolves, it would take much sacrifice for you to go toe to toe with it.’

Getting rushed by those wolves would’ve been rough, huh? I bet they’re strong together as a pack.

‘Furthermore, there are more than just one. There are quite a few that have passed through here. It is likely that it would be a difficult endeavor, even if you are strong.’

Oof… the existence of something that dangerous isn’t a surprise to you at all. So, if you were fully recovered, how much of a fight would that be for you?

‘Are you blaspheming against me? It is obvious that I can defeat it in a single blow. I wouldn’t even need to get serious.’

I’m not sure how much of that is truth, but the magic casted on him really had bound him. Still… will the time to hunt that monster come?

‘I am sure there are people looking for its horn and other materials.’

I’d like to think that the materials from that swordhorn would sell for quite a bit of money. But speaking of which, I’m not planning on doing anything reckless. Fortunately, it’s walking away from us, down a path I’ve never seen before. It’s clearly above my level and I don’t want to go picking a fight I know I can’t win. Well, since the concept of levels exist in this world, if I keep on steadily getting stronger, I’m sure I’ll be able to be able to take him down before too long.

‘A wise decision.’

With that, we leave the swordhorn for another day. The sun had completely set by the time we reached the village, so we go back to our inn to rest.

A scene of people working farming equipment, medicine, and magic on a barren patch of land lies before my eyes. A man brimming with blinding light is ahead of me… or at least he seems to be full of positive energy. With a smile, he walks over to speak with me. Curiously, a conspicuous sword is strapped to his back.

“This is our dream—to create a nation of our own on land we can comfortably live on.” “Is that right? It’s a worthy goal.” “We, who have been prosecuted and chased away from our homes, are trying to cultivate this land to something livable. With this test case, we are aiming to live in a world without struggles.”

They chase such a noble dream. That’s right… this is just something I’ve heard but carrying out your plans requires you to be resolute and many comrades as well.

“I aim to build that future so that everyone can live in happiness. But you… I would like for you to remember what I’ve just told you. And whenever you feel like it, please tell whoever you see of my silly dream.” “How do I put it… you really can tell your foolish life story to anyone. However, they say that even fools can sometimes accomplish great feats and change the world. You should try your hardest. But, however silly this all may be, making sacrifices and giving generously towards a grand dream isn’t.”

For real, though… this setting sun really is something else…

With a sudden snap, a peculiar energy fills my body and I awaken.

‘Hmm? What is wrong?’

Hmm. There’s some weird energy is flowing into me and my legs hurts as if it’s cramping up… Maybe because it’s from all the vigorous exercise I did since coming to this world. I get out of bed, hoping that my muscles don’t ache. You don’t sleep, Veno?

‘My circadian rhythm differs to one of humans. I believe you could simply say I am not used to this kind of lifestyle yet.’

I can’t tell you exactly how a dragon’s cycle is, but I’d like to think that not doing anything and simply staying put all the time would be tough.

‘Not in the slightest. I can peek through your memories and not moving my body would mean I expend less energy. Food comes from what you hunt, so I am not starving either. Your worries are unnecessary.’

That right? Well, there are some parts I’d like to point out, but since you said you’re fine, I’ll drop it.

‘As well… you should take a gander at this.’

After being told that, I check out what Veno highlighted. This time, it’s my status screen.

Kogure Yukihisa Poison Earth Level 14 Acquired skills: Spirit Link, Poison Absorption, Poison Release, Poison Condensation, Class change available, Detect Poison

What is this? All of a sudden, I’ve levelled up to 14?!

‘I had noticed it whilst checking your vitals when you jolted awake. We ought to think about how this happened. Oh, and I wish they would pipe down already outside.’

He’s right. Still… all of this is happening and I don’t have spare time for research why. I’m starting to get slightly annoyed at it, but it beats having people after your head, so it’s not that bad in comparison. It really is loud outside though, hey? Is it because we’re so close to the tavern?

Ugh… this brings up bad memories of how idiots caused a huge ruckus when I stayed at a cheap hotel for a business trip, making me get no sleep at all. This isn’t so bad compared to that, I guess. But now, thinking back on that company, it wasn’t that bad either. Loud noises and cheap hotels just go hand in hand. Anyway, we should think of how this happened.

One: this was due to Forced Possession Summoning. Day by day, Veno’s power flows into me.

‘That is not impossible. Though it would be rather sudden.’

That’s true. I need to be on standby to measure the change for this to be my control case. But I can keep this as one of the hypotheses.

‘Two: perhaps the quintessence of monsters we hunted in the afternoon—the experience points we have earned—have to be stored in you in order to reach me.’

Well, to put it in gaming terms, it would be that I’ve formed a party with Veno. But Veno is bound to me by Forced Possession Summoning. And so, with him in that state, Veno can’t receive all the experience points he should be earning. Instead, the remainder goes to me. That is plausible too.

But I haven’t really fought anything that would give me so much experience either. I mean, normally in a game, novices wouldn’t be spawned around monsters that are too strong. So, then, where did all my levels come from?

previously: /ch001/ /ch002/ /ch003/ /ch004/ /ch005/ /ch006/ /ch007/ /ch008/ /ch009/ /ch010/ /ch011/ /next/ (full list of translated chapters) (discussion thread) (support Average Translations)

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kurts-still-here · 3 years

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Awkward Situations Hevans FanFiction Chapter 5/6: Falling In Love

Just some Heavns fluff, my favorite fluff 🥰🥰. Feel free to read and review on here, A03 or FanFiction.Net and have a great day/ night!!

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FanFiction.Net (Chapter 5)

The plan to leave Kurt and Sam be and to let them figure out their feelings on their own was going better than expected. Ever since Sam had come out to Kurt they had been much, much closer to each other and this time it wasn’t by force. They willingly sat with each other everywhere now, worked together on projects for glee together willingly and were always seen together. Finn and Puck were happy to note that they also spent a great amount of time together at home too but everyone made sure not to question them about their relationship as to not ruin the progress they were making.

For Kurt he knew he liked Sam and it was better that he knew he was bisexual but he still wasn’t sure about the possibility of them having a romantic relationship. If Sam had been attracted to men the whole time then why hadn’t he told him anything before. Now it wasn’t like Kurt wanted to force him out of the closet or anything, that wouldn’t have been fair but he couldn’t help but feel hurt that Sam hadn’t told him before. And he couldn’t help but think that Sam hadn’t said anything earlier because he didn’t want to go out with him. So he wasn’t going to do anything to ruin what they did have with each other until he was 100% sure about Sam’s intentions and feelings for him.

For Sam he knew he liked Kurt and it was better that he knew Kurt liked him (even though he didn’t know if it was like or like-like) but he still wasn’t sure about the possibility of them having a romantic relationship. If Kurt really did like- like him then why hadn’t he said anything before? He knew he hadn’t been necessarily out of the closet until a couple of weeks ago but he wasn’t exactly the definition of a straight man. He thought he made it pretty clear that he had a crush on Kurt from the way he looked at him and the way he acted around him. So Kurt probably didn’t feel the same way and he didn’t want to ruin what they did have with each other until he was 100% sure about Kurt’s intentions and feelings for him.

That didn’t stop them from trying though. They were practically inseparable, going everywhere with each other. They ate lunch together, studied together, walked in the hallways together, went to the classes they shared together, went to glee club together, they even waited for each other to finish their practices so they could ride home together. And while they were together they joked around, talking about their days and doing fun things together. They wouldn’t call their joking flirting per say (even if it was on the borderline of that category) but they definitely had fun together.

They still longed for the other to take the next step, to make the first move but it never came. There were times when there was so much tension between them, like there was something to be said that neither one of them dared to say. And they both knew what it was but they just couldn’t bring themselves to do it, to admit their feelings. They didn’t want to get hurt by the other one and they didn’t want to make things awkward so they accepted the tension. But except for that little (big) problem, they had a good thing going on.

That’s when things took a HUGE step in the RIGHT direction for the both of them.

Glee rehearsal was held in the auditorium that day because they were going to map out the choreography for their set list for Regionals. Everyone gathered around on the stage once they arrived, waiting for the directions from Mr. Schue.

“Okay everyone, you know what time it is,” Mr. Schue exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Choreography day,”

Some people like Finn and Puck groaned in dread while others like Kurt and Sam cheered in excitement.

“I know, I know but if we want to win we have to be the best at not only singing but also dancing,” Mr. Schue laughed. “So I want you to pair up and spread out so we can get started,”

Everyone started pairing up as they were told to, Brittany with Santana, Mike with Tina, Mercedes with Arite, Rachel with Finn, Quinn with Puck and…. Kurt with Sam. No one said anything out loud about it when they saw the two smile and blush at each other, agreeing to work together but they exchanged looks, raising their eyebrows and smirking. Bingo!

They all spread out in their groups of two and watched as their teacher demonstrated the moves they were to copy. Some copied better than others but they all managed well enough to move on to harder, show stopping moves.

“Now everyone pay close attention to this sequence,” Mr. Schue explained. “You have to master the footwork with this one and you have to work with your partner or else you’re going to lose balance and control,”

He demonstrated an advanced set of moves, moving forward and backward with his imaginary partner, then spinning them and tilting them back, adding notes to his students about what the other should be doing.

“Now ladies are probably going to want to go back and when you do you bend back and lift your leg in the air. Make sure it’s straight and that your foot is pointed, you want it to look controlled and graceful,”

“Mercedes you and Artie won’t be doing this due to the height difference, instead I’ll have a duet in this part for you two,” He said, excusing the both of them,

“Now the stronger of you will lift the other up but this doesn’t excuse the one who’s down, you will have to tighten your core muscles to help your partner, you have to work together,”

He finished demonstrating the moves before letting everyone try on their own, coming over to each pair and giving them pointers.

“Okay,” Sam said, getting himself mentally prepared to try the sequence. “You ready?”

“I think so,” Kurt answered him, going over the moves in his head. “It can’t be that hard, right?”

“Right I mean I’ve tilted you back before,”

“Yeah but we have to hold the position, before it was just a quick back and up thing,” Kurt explained. “But I’m getting nervous now so let’s just do it,”

“Right,” Sam said. “But don’t be nervous, you’re great at this dancing stuff, you should be nervous about having me as a partner,”

“Don’t be silly Sam,” Kurt assured him. “I’m happy to be your partner, you’re pretty good,”

“Only because of you,”

“You’re too modest. Let’s do this,”

They stood in front of each other, their hands on each other and then they started moving.

“He went back, back,” Kurt noted, leading Sam into the movements.

“And then it was that little step thing he did,” Sam said.

“A ball change,” Kurt told him. “And then forward,”

“And then that turn,” Sam said, twirling Kurt around him while moving with him.

“And now this tilt,”

“Let’s just go slowly,”

“Right,”

So Sam slowly tilted Kurt back while Kurt bent his back and lifted his leg up into a straight line. They held the position, letting each other get used to the feeling when they met eyes. They stared into each other’s eyes and suddenly forgot everything they were doing. They were probably drawing the attention of everyone to them but they didn’t have the choice not to care, they were frozen like that.

“Amazing,” Mr. Schue exclaimed, obviously not noticing the returning tension in the room. “Perfect,”

“Umm Sam?” Kurt finally managed to whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Are you stuck?”

“What?”

“Can you like- let me up?”

“What? Oh yeah sorry,”

And Sam tried to lift Kurt up but he still wasn't completely out of his haze and neither was Kurt so instead of coming up from their pose, they both fell down onto the floor, Sam on top of Kurt. It took a few minutes for everyone to realize what happened but once Kurt and Sam did, Sam quickly pushed himself up so that he was above Kurt, no longer on top of him. They made eye contact again and held it again, giving each other looks of confusion and love while everyone else watched their interaction like it was a suspense movie.

“I’m sorry,” Sam told Kurt, not breaking eye contact.

“Nope, it was totally my fault,” Kurt told him.

“I tripped,”

“It’s okay,”

And then they felt each other starting to move towards the other, Kurt up and Sam down as everyone realized what was about to happen. They watched intently as they moved closer and closer until Sam tightened his grip around Kurt before pushing back onto his knees and helping him up.

They stood there awkwardly, everyone’s eyes still on them from their almost kiss, even Mr. Schue seemed intrigued by the two and their fall. But Kurt and Sam pretended like nothing happened between them, ignoring the sparks and their nerves and deciding to try the moves again.

“Let’s do that again,” Kurt suggested. “And don’t drop me this time,”

“Well don’t stare at me like that then,” Sam joked.

“Like what?” Kurt asked, smiling.

“You know, with your eyes and your smile, it makes me nervous,”

“I make you nervous?” Kurt asked, surprised. “You make me nervous,”

“How?”

“I don’t know, you just do,” Kurt shrugged.

“Well you don’t have to be nervous around me, I’m the one who’s always making a fool out of myself around you,”

“No you don’t, it’s cute,” Kurt assured him. “And if I don’t have to be nervous around you then you don’t have to be nervous around me,”

“That’ll be hard to do,” Sam laughed. “We can just be nervous together,”

“That sounds easier,” Kurt laughed along with him. “Are you ready to try again?’

“Yep,” Sam nodded, getting into position. “And I promise not to drop you,”

“And I promise not to look at you that way,”

“You can if you want,” Sam told him. “I mean now that I know you’re nervous too, you look cute,”

“You flatter me Sam,” Kurt smiled at him.

“I’m glad,” Sam smiled back. “But let’s do this,”

And they did do it again. And Kurt looked at Sam some more in the way that made him nervous. And Sam fell on top of Kurt some more. And they laughed and joked (nearly flirted) some more. And every time they laughed or fell they fell more in love.

Why couldn’t someone just make the move already?

#glee #glee fanfiction #hevans #kurt hummel #sam evans

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gukiee · 7 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK: 365 Reasons why I LOVE him

Hope you’re ready for this because I’m about to word vomit my love and adoration for Jungkook for 365 bulletpoints straight

first of all what isn’t there to love about him:

his cute soft gentle bunny smile

the way he takes out (specifically the right) earpiece when hes singing

his lower lip mole

HIS SINGING VOICE

like the way his voice can go rly low and raspy but then also really high pitched and whiny and squeaky im literally in love

HIS LAUGHHHHH when he starts laughing so hard he starts clapping and throwing his whole body into it

or how his giggle starts off quiet but then it gets rly high pitched and squeaky

but then he laughs so hard that no sound comes out and it gets rly low and he gasps in between laughs its so cute :(

the way he chooses to use formal language with his hyungs out of respect even when he’s been told multiple times it’s okay to speak comfortably

the way he works so hard at ABSOLUTELY everything he does

like how he wanted to get good at bowling so he went almost every day at 2am DESPITE promotions and a busy schedule and practiced for months to improve

the way he hums in between his words when hes thinking and makes this like? “kahhhehh” sound in between when he’s not sure what to say next

his big brown beautiful eyes and the way they’re so big and sparkly :(

his silly personality when he’s rly comfortable and starts getting absolutely wild and fools around with his friends

the way hes finally starting to open up and become less shy and now has friends outside the group he speaks to regularly

THAT TIME HE WENT TO BURGER KING AND ORGANIZED ALL HIS TRASH WHEN HE WAS DONE

hes just rly? respectful and thoughtful and always puts people before himself

how he worked SO hard on his Begin solo stage and KILLED IT WITH THAT FOOTWORK

speaking of solo stage RAINISM was.... well I think if you follow this blog you know how I feel about rainism but ya... killed it

mmmmmmmm his voice in classroom ideal

and the belt chain

that one time the members pranked him for his birthday and the manager yelled at him for messing up the choreo (which was part of the prank) and said something along the lines of “do you think you’re so perfect you don’t mess up?” and he got rly quiet then when they revealed it was a prank he cried because he thought he was letting everyone down

acts tough and sexy but is really a big softy

cries when his hyungs are struggling

like when taehyung’s grandma died and they spoke about it on stage and he started crying

or when he started crying when they won their daesang because he said he was so overwhelmed with thankfulness and wanted to make us proud

or how he cried during the epilogue tour because he “wants to be our singer forever”

I just rly love how passionate he is and how he rly cares so much about making others happy

always says hes okay even when hes not because he doesn’t want to burden people and want to put them first and not worry them

bought music equipment to get better at making music because he had a hard time with Begin and wanted to practice more

is always practicing SOMETHING to get better at

his thiccccccc thighs oohohohhhhhhh booooyyyyy do I love those thic thighs mmmmfmckkk

the way his body moves when hes on stage

his soft hair :( whether its straight across his forehead, parted, curly, pushed back, straight, wavy idc black brown blond pink highlights red purple it could be any colour and any way and i love it all :(

his big manly hands with those long dainty fingers

HIS DIMPLES!!!!!! WHEN HE SMILES RLY HARD AND HE GETS ONE RLY PROMINENT DIMPLE ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND HIS CHEEKS CRINKLE A LITTLE BIG AND SINK IN SDHFGJK

his scar on his cheek :’)

the scar on his arm by his elbow

his long lashes

the veins.......on his arm..........and hands..........and in his neck lmmmmcmmmfmckkcki 😭😭

the mole on his neck

and cheek

and the beauty mark on his right nostril

his puffy pink lips that are always so soft

that meme dance he does u know the one with the hands and that facial expression

how extra he is it’s one of the things I love so much about him because hes never afraid to be silly

that time literally HOPPED IN THE OCEAN, PULLED OUT A HUGE ASS FISH, THEN WORE IT FOR A TIE SDFJGKHK

his cute lil tongue

that sexy angry expression he gets where he fcking furrows his brows and his eyes get hooded and they his brows crease heavily in the middle and he makes that snarl and his nose crinkles fghdjk

when he laughs and he gets those little creases by his eyes omgfg

how he brushes his teeth when hes nervous

how fidgety he is when he’s been sitting for too long

the way his mouth hangs open when he’s focused and thinking about something

memekook

the way he takes the time to learn english and is constantly asking rapmon if he did it right and practices lots

how on Run!BTS when it was revealed that the spy wouldn’t be able to eat he said “that’s not fair” even though he knew he wasn’t the spy

the way he always sniffles from his rhinitis

how he sleeps with his mouth slightly open

really quiet and sweet vs really loud and goofy

“g2g guys 😂😂😂 lol”

“safety first, safety second, coolness third.”

“we’re all going to end up going to hell anyway”

his love of lamb sewers

his love for army !!! he really does everything in his power to show us he loves and cares about us and gets really emotional when talking about it

how damn strong he is like holy fkcing hell can we talk about how he rolls backwards into a handstand

how he takes the time to cover english songs to help improve his english and give the fans content even though he could be doing something else

how he goes out of his way to be daring and pushes himself

speaking of daring, how fearless he is and how hes really not afraid of many things, like how he has no problem going on roller coasters or bungee jumping n pushes himself to the limits

how when he laughs his eyes and nose do the thing (u know the thing)

his long pretty eye lashes

how dainty his wrists look when he wears thin bracelets

and when he wears rings on his index and pinky fingers

his thin ears with those hoop earrings

H E L I X P I E R C I N G

that one run performance where suga played piano and he solo danced

his fashion style

his love for overwatch

the Dope police uniform goodbye

the fact that he still managed to graduate with special honour awards despite the busy schedule of being an idol

and how he spent a CRAP TON of money on dinner for his hyungs after

his drawing skill

the lil bruises on his legs :((((

how at the american concert he seen people being pushed in the pit and asked rapmon to tell them to stop and was signalling for them to stop pushing

also idk if any of u have noticed this but he has rly nice nails??? like theyre literally perfectly shaped

his appreciation of IU (my queen)

and his love of justin bieber

running around with the flag tied around him like a cape

Iconic fish as a tie (like he for real just WALKED INTO THE OCEAN AND CAUGHT A BIG ASS FISH WITH HIS BARE HANDS)

how he gets really emotional when talking about/to the fans and starts crying

n the way his nose gets red when he cries

that “i’m not sure about that” head tilt he does sometimes

how when hes trying to perfect something he asks a million questions to make sure hes doing it right

and practices DAY N NIGHT

HIS VOICE IN CLASSROOM IDEAL

THE GLOVES IN CLASSROOM IDEAL

how he bought everyone burgers during flower crew (cries over that show bc i cannot believe how dirty they did m boy)

how he was so visibly upset/embarrassed when they were rude to him like i rly cry

the look he gets of pure concentration when hes monitoring himself behind the scenes of a music video,

the way he says chong jojun balsa 😩😩

his strong ass calves ghjkdfgv

his cover of “if you” during masked man n show little n shy he was :((

goes from cute to s*xy to meme all in 2 seconds

how he pauses in between chews n smacks his lips a lot when he does

and when something is really good n he closes his eyes momentarily and does that headshake

the mama performance where he hung suspended in the air despite having hurt himself doing it but was committed to doing a good show

his skin no matter what condition it is

with makeup

without makeup

flawless

with flaws

tanned

pale

and the little bumps he gets when hes rly stressed out

how hes said that hes really shy and is better at expressing feelings over text

his over the top “boy version” of the russian roulette dance

in fact his over the top everything

his big bulging biceps.............

pretty deep ass collar bones

how he plays with his hair when hes nervous

the way his bottom lip puffs out when hes chewing

and how he nods when hes really enjoying something hes eating

nochu come thru

that performance where he took off his jacket n showed off his big ass biceps and effectively destroyed my whole existence

when he was playing with puppies and was giggling all over the place saying “this isn’t for you it’s mine” when it tried getting his coffee

how he was scouted by 8 different entertainment agencies but picked bighit because he thought rapmon was cool

and how he travelled all the way to Seoul from Busan at 14 and was probably HORRIFIED and scared but did it anyways which is extremely brave

and how hes continued to work hard from that day on

his love for the arts like photography

is always interested in learning new things like the drums and guitar and english

that dramatic ass video he made for yoongi’s birthday which was literally just him self promoting himself and making fun of yoongi lmao

how he used to wait until everyone was asleep to shower because he was shy

and how he would go out in the middle of the night to go eat by himself or wait until people were asleep to eat because, again, he was really shy

his spotify playlist and how its full of just soft, calming, gentle, romantic songs

like he has a damn Pocahontas soundtrack song

how sometimes he just ???? shoves things in his mouth??

like? an entire microphone? or a birthday hat? or an entire piece of paper?

more recently a fan??? like a whole handheld fan??

or the time he covered his whole face in sticky notes

or when he was eating during an interview n was so hungry he literally ate the entire wrapper and didn’t realize

that thing he does with his lips where he sucks them in and licks them a bit and his cheeks crease a bit

the way his knuckles and finger tips are always a little more red than the rest of his fingers

how he rubs his eyes when hes sleepy

his long lashes

the way he looks in a tux/dress shirt/tie

okay how he looks in anything tho lets b real lmao

how hes still nervous to sing on stage

how the other members said it took them SO long to get him to sing in front of them because he was super shy

the way he constantly licks his lips

his long thanks to at the end of the albums where he usually needs 2 pages

how he looks when hes observing himself after filming

switch from cute kookie to rude jeon to memekook within 2 seconds

his sensitivity to smells

his love of victorias secret fragrances

and his love of makeup

not afraid to admit those things!!!

his vast collection of white/black plain tshirts

and his timbs which literally look good with EVERYTHING

all his piercings

how he said he was happy people liked his new piercing and wants more but won’t in fears people won’t like it :(((

speaking of which how he stopped wearing his favourite pants because people said they didnt like them

literally does everything for the fans

how he comforted that fan crying during that fansign :((

put his hands in the fans hands!!!

booping their nose!!!!

so interactive with fans!

that one time he was walking alone and seen a group of guys covering Boy in Luv and stayed and even clapped for them

stopped to take pictures with fans when they asked

that time he fell asleep standing up in the middle of the airport and had to be woken up to keep the line moving

always listening to music !

his playlist is so calming and relaxing and honestly he has some of the best music taste ever

that huge ass cameo backpack he always carries around with him

“the golden closet”

that time he hid in the dark during a music video shooting and was the only one not scared

how he gets rly quiet when he isn’t able to do something the way he wants and is scared of disappointing ppl :((

his meme-y twitter videos

his cute ass toes

like he really has some nice ass feet

listen i hate feet but his feet are so clean n pretty n soft looking

and his little nose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when he said he wants to meet someone and hear bells like in Your Name

his love of anime

and webtoons

JUSTIN SEAGALL i cant even believe him sometimes

how he literally always has bruises on him everywhere ???

when the boys were having a snowball fight and he came out with an arm full of snow n just demolished them lmao

during that one run episode where they were at the arcade playing the racing game and he was driving with one hand on the wheel sdgfhjdkf

AND when he was playing that power/hitting game and he hit it so hard he literally hurt himself but tried to play it off

his bareface!!!!!!!!!!! ik i said it before but like!!!! i love it so much!!!!

how he flips his hair and runs his hands through it

that time during BST where his shirt ripped and came undone and he still danced right through it

then he got rly shy and embarrassed after ghdkfgjh omg

the way he looks in baseball caps

yelling “WOOHOOO” “YAAAAAAAHHHHH” while on a rollercoaster like pls hes so cute

“i’m done”

“OH MAN HOLY SHIT” *cue jin choking*

“Hawt sauce”

that handstand flip thing where he flew forward and his hat came off and he yelled after

screamo/rock music thats all im gnna say abt that

THAT FACE HE MADE GOING DOWN THE WATERSLIDE DFGHKFJ

rolex watch like 😪 this fancy guy

when jimin ignored his high five and he pouted like a big sucky

SPEAKING OF WHICH THAT TIME THAT HE PUT HIS HAND OUT FOR JIN TO PASS HIM SOMETHING AND HE GAVE IT TO NAMJOON INSTEAD AND WAS DENIED SO PUT HIS HAND ON TOP OF IT AND PULLED IT BACK INTO HIM

his special individual relationship with each member

like how tae and him have an unnecessarily long handshake

and how he says he likes hoseok’s bed because it smells nice

when he smacked hoseok’s ass SO hard that it echoed through the room

plus how he says he likes to touch the boys butts backstage when hes nervous (????)

master of girl group dances tbh

“He is a very dangerous guy”

how he holds microphones at the very top sdfgkjd

hes admitted to being hot blooded

his low alcohol tolerance

like im convinced he fcked some shit up and thats why they dont really drink as a group anymore

When he was still in school n someone asked him how his test went and he literally laughed

able to fall asleep everywhere?

when he couldn’t eat donuts n he kept smelling them and groaning

the way he rolls his underwear up in a ball when he washes them

laundry expert

like loves laundry???

husband material tbh

literally breaking his phone all the time

like hes always dropping it and smashing it

yet he still doesn’t wear a case on it

like the time he chased one of the members and it smashed onto the ground after falling out of his pocket and he still didn’t stop because he was dedicated

or the time he was just sitting and it literally fell out the back of the chair lmao

During For You performance where he went to sit down and he MISSED

when he was playing with a balloon during a fansign and he hit himself in the face and his hat fell off

“oh my gawd”

“are you guys having fun” “oh my god x100000 followed by dying seal noises″

how awkward he looked during AHL like he knew it was trash

when he did an aggressive flying kiss and almost took hoseok out in the process

how he said if he isn’t working himself to death he isn’t working hard enough :(

how he doesn’t use fabric softener for whatever reason so his clothes are always a lil stiff

the fact that he got his face scar from fighting over the computer with his brother

lowkey emo w/ his screamo/punk music

the way he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek

how he always cleans the bowling ball in between each turn

and the way his posture is so perfect and his leg goes out behind him

how is ears are always a lil red at the top

how he lets the adjuster strap on the back of his baseball caps stick out instead of tucking it into the back of the hat

wants to be a tattoo artist in 10 years???? mmmmm

or own a duck meat shop??

“I’d rather die than live without passion”

“We’re BTS and we’re soooo good!”

the fact that his favourite movies are Your Name and Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

the way he fights bugs

the way he hates bugs except for cool beetles

scared of the microwave blowing up (poor bby omg)

PERFORMANCE KING

like honestly his stage presence?? is unbelievable

his acting (idc what anyone says I think it’s cute)

the fact that he rly.... still laughs at fart jokes lmao

nods when hes talking

the way he makes “hm” sounds n clicks his tongue when hes thinking

how hes nice to people even when they treat him horribly

that thing he does with his hand when hes singing where he kinda sticks out his index n thumb and kinda shakes his hands around to the song and the notes

the way he crossed his fingers as they were announcing the top social artist award

his barefaced selcas

his selcas in general

any picture of him ever

okay just him but thats besides the point

throws his whole body into his laughs

or throws his head back

or nods his head when hes laughing too

that one video where hes pulling jimins hair back and is laughing really hard honestly thats my favourite video every i think but i say that about every video

like he literally fell over thats how hard he was laughing

even his finger nails are beautiful

that one picture during that interview where his hand is hovering over the girls shoulder hdfjgn hes so cute

the way he said “good morning everyone” in that one vlive wow

that photoshoot with the pimp coat shfjkdf

how when hes smiling or laughing really hard he gets a rly toothy grin and his mouth opens a little bit so theres a gap

and how he sucks his lips in and gets those dimples when hes trying to stop laughing or smiling and compose himself

how he looks in all black oooohhh my god

like when he wore the leather jacket n the all black and the jeans with the one rip wow

AIRPORT FASHION

way he covers his nose when he yawns

how when he speaks from his heart his voice gets softer

never misses an opportunity to be extra

like in the gayos or run bts where he’ll be all quiet but as soon as an opportunity comes he jumps on it

Staff member accounts have mentioned him helping clean/carry things for them without them asking

he never complains despite all the expectations on him

always striving to always better himself

when he was playing darts and he kept getting them in the centre and he was doing flips and throwing them behind him lmao

when he was trying to reenact speed skating and did that weird thing on the ice omg

naruto run.......

how he looked in the spine breaker mv (u know the part im talking abt)

how he looks up when hes thinking and his eyes shift slightly

“What’s poppin?”

how sometimes he has a double eyelid and sometimes he doesnt

the way his lips pucker out a bit when hes talking

how he threw that opening pitch at that baseball game

and the shy little smile he gave after

n how he practiced his posture before hand

and HOW HARD HE THREW IT

how in the 4th anniversary video he gripped his coffee with both hands

and took little sips

n shook it around in his hand :’(

how soft he looks when he wears open zip sweaters n a plain tshirt underneath

okay but when he randomly broke out some beat boxing

how he rubs the back of his neck when hes thinking about what to say or is nervous

or how he rubs the tops of his legs when hes talking to distract himself

that time taehyung was trying the bottle flip challenge and it took him awhile meanwhile guk comes out n does it in minimal tries

during the muster dvd when he just broke that thing over his head like an animal

when he randomly breaks into dance

that weird squeaky voice he makes when hes imitating jimin

the smug look he gets when he does something RUDE

or when hes showing off lmao

when he was jamming out with headphones on and then took it off and it was justin bieber n he looked so proud and excited

or that one video he took of himself with the mask on in the car and he was barefaced and the sun was covering half his face and his hair was blowing in the wind so gently fdghjdrtkfg

when he was imitating taehyung in that fur coat and was being extra as all hell lmao

when he tucks his shirts into his pants ghsjdfgx (i cant remember if I wrote this already)

how he’s helped with the chorus on SO many of their songs

the way his mouth twitches to the side when hes eating and trying to move the food around

the way the bridge of his nose is always a little shinier than the rest of his face

god i really love his nose and how his nostrils flare out a bit

the way he REALLY listens to people when they talk

like really listens he will put his whole body and soul into listening to you

you can physically see it on his face that his expression changes as the person talks showing that hes actively listening

how he nods and makes complete eye contact

and shifts so that hes facing you

hes just always paying attention to everything and puts so much energy into the things hes focusing on

how his leg steps in front of him when he pitches in baseball

because he puts so much force into the throw

how competitive he is

but not enough to be a complete sore loser

and how hes even started not caring about winning as much

and just having fun

how he blinks slowly and puffs his lips out and clenches his jaw a bit when hes sleeping

or the way his eyes delicately flutter shut when hes fighting how tired he is

how he crosses his arms when hes standing idly

or crosses his hands in front of him overlapping each other when hes waiting

how patient he is and how he never pushes people for things

and is delicate with peoples feelings

then there was bon voyage oohohhh boy okay

so when he and jhope were snuggling hardcore

same with him and v

so basically hes rly snuggly and loves cuddling its confirmed

and in the morning when he woke up and moved his head and his hair was literally ALL over the place like a peacock lmfaoo

the look on his face when he was told not to pack all white shirts

and then he looked at his closet and realized its all white lol

that jumpsuit :(

how he was good at surfing???

like good at everything he puts his mind to

how excited he was when he won being able to eat the entire sandwich and not split it

AND HOW HE SET OFF AN ALARM IN IKEA BY GOING OUT THE EMERGENCY EXIT

how he said his heart felt weird after listening to namjoons message and said he was really sad :’(((

how his voice sounds in that new cover

and those quiet hums

and how he takes a big breath before words

yet its still so soft

and you can literally picture him closing his eyes while singing

hes the most hardworking guy in the entire world

and even when hes super busy he STILL makes sure we’re satisfied and puts us before anything

i love how his hair colour has stayed the same through a lot of comebacks

because every comeback its still just as cute

and hes still just as handsome

the way he intertwines his fingers together sometimes

or puts them behind his back when hes talking (maybe I said this already)

his long breaths after a long practice

his dance covers

how he was shy during that vlive with hoseok and said he wasn’t good at freestyling but he still did his best

wow

i just really love every single little thing about him

hes the most wonderful man on the face of the earth

and I appreciate him to absolutely no end

#armiesnet #bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan boys #bangtan #mine

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