#it's about fucking ballroom dancing lessons
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Trying to explain to someone that this thing that they do for fun was actually like, really traumatic for you the last time you did it (and is pretty directly responsible for you ending up on antidepressants) and that the mere suggestion to do it again triggers your fight or flight response, is really something.
#irl stuff#vent post#cw self harm#it's about fucking ballroom dancing lessons#my brother needs to learn ballroom dancing and mom suggested I go be his partner#yeah no#I'd rather break my legs#not even exaggerating#shit sent me into a massive depressive spiral last time#ballroom dancing lessons were fucking torture for me in every way possible#and I don't really have the words to explain that to my mom#because for some reason she expects me to have a perfectly rational and explainably reason why it was traumatic for me#she does this for fun#I feel like an animal about to gnaw off its own leg to escape a trap at the mention of it#my saving grace is that the lessons are sunday evening and I have school in a different city monday morning#so I have to leave sunday afternoon#which is an explanation that doesn't need a ten page essay defending it#unlike 'It was traumatic and makes me want to hurt myself just thinking about it'#because mom expects my mental illnesses to have a rational reason for this shit#that's not how mental illness works#that's not how any of this works#and honestly my hatred of ballroom dancing (or any organised group physical activity) is probably one of my more rational feelings#and people think autistic people are the ones without empathy smh#sorry I'm rambling
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hi! i know valentine's day has already passed, but do you have valentine's day headcanons for leon and luis?
Hello!!!! OOOOOOOOH BOY do I ever!!!!! I don’t think I even need the excuse of Valentines to share these!!!!
• IF he were given full control of the reigns, you just K N O W Luis would go FULL SEND for Valentines. The absolute WORKS. Fancy dinner date, slow dancing at a local ballroom, expensive wine payed for, lakeside walks- you name it. But let’s not kid ourselves that’s PROBABLY not happening. At least not EVERY Valentines.
• Meanwhile Leon is the total opposite- all he wants to do is curl up in bed and sleep the day away. If that’s even possible with his job. Breakfast at 12:30 and bed at 9:00 on the dot. But that doesn’t mean he won’t entertain Luis
• Ballroom dancing lessons. Ballroom dancing lessons ok you know I’m right don’t argue with me. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the lounge room or if it’s at a club or in the middle of the road in the pouring rain Luis is offering his hand and pulling Leon into a spin at ANY chance he’ll get
• ALSO. SINGING. He does not CARE if it’s cringe Luis will wait for the PERFECT moment to bust out a guitar and sing Leon a lil tune- we all K N O W that man has a VOICE after all. And Leon is just. S O O O O enamoured with it. Nobodies ever done something so elaborate for him ever so he’s absolutely head over heels
• Just. In general. Leon is taken aback by how much Luis does for him- be it breakfast in bed, elaborate gifts etc etc etc. And while Luis never expects anything back, Leon can’t help but feel a lil bad when he realises he’s had nothing big planned (wow he just like me fr,,,,,,,,) so he makes up for it by getting Luis something really small but really sentimental. Maybe a packet of his Grandfathers old favourite cigarettes or a nice new jacket that reminded him of Luis.
• And if Leon gets taken aback easily by gestures of affection, Luis gets FLOORED. HE IS SOBBING HIS EYES OUT AT THE TINIEST THINGS. I just KNOW for a FACT this man is a crybaby and his standards and expectations are on the GROUND after everything he’s been though so he’s HONOURED that Leon even REMEMBERED it was Valentines that day- let ALONE that he got him something as special as that!!!!!!!!!
• It’s not necessarily that Luis feels like he HAS to go all-out for Leon. He just genuinely enjoys it :)
• FAMILY DATE TRIPS W ASHLEY OH MY GOD. Doesn’t have a Valentine???? Boyfriend broke up with her??????? Screw it they’re taking her on a date now!!!!! They’re taking her out to get ice cream and to look at the ducks on the lake!!!!!!!!!!
• This one’s EXTREMELY random but stick with me here ok. Apparently during the war in Afghanistan (fuck the US 💞) kids would send soldiers Valentine’s Day cards in case they never got one, and I have this VIVID memory of just SOBBING my eyes out laughing at a complicating of some of the cards posted on TikTok ages ago, but anyways what I’m tryna get at here is I can imagine that Leon MAYBE would’ve gotten those same cards and kept them. And Luis teases him about them. Every. Single. Time.
Anyways uhhhhhhh this is all I could think of!!!!!! Happy late valentines and thank you S O SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH for sending in an ask!!!!! :DD
#asks#ask#serennedy#serrennedy#serrenedy#luis serra#luis serra navarro#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#ashley graham#luis sera#luis sera navarro
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Burn it to the Ground [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+
A link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: Soft Dom!Loki has his jealousy ignited at a party in Avengers Tower due to everyone thinking you’re pretty great (w/c 4k)
Warnings: Smut. 18+ NSFW. Soft Dom, Public Sex, Language, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent, Jealous Partner, Possible overuse of ellipsis. Minors DNI.
You could feel those thunderous eyes drilling into the back of your head from across the crowded room.
They swept down to analyse the minute body language tells, making note of each and every one with increasing jealousy.
Outwardly, your lover would appear engaged in whatever conversation he was having over by the bar in Avengers Tower you were sure. You could hear his chiming laugh, just a little too loudly.
But you could feel his eyes on your ass as keenly as if they were his hands.
"...and then' Steve continued, tears forming in his eyes from laughter, 'Y/N told him to go fuck himself... and hit him over the head with a pizza oven". Punchline over, his fit of giggles spilled over to a fully raucous laugh that turned several heads.
"Why was there even a pizza oven in a lab?" Scott Lang scrunched his face in bemusement, before raising his brows, "although I mean, just cos you're Hydra doesn't mean you can't appreciate a nice home baked pizza in between creating biological warfare I guess".
Steve doubled over, and you sipped your drink smiling coyly at their antics. In his slightly inebriated state, Cap misjudged the space, his cheek grazing against the curve of your breast, outlined in your black skater dress.
"Woww, careful buddy", Scott steadied him up to a vertical stance as Steve wiped his eyes, "you'll have Mischief Managed over here in a second with moves like that'"
He peered over his shoulder, in what you could only assume he thought was a subtle move, to mistakenly directly meet Loki's eyes and immediately turn back to you, a frozen look of confusion on his face.
"Y/N how does he know...like...I mean really", Scott leaned in to whisper, "does he have a spell on you or something...like he knows when people get too close?"
"You mean like you are now?", you laughed - and Scott jumped a foot backward. "No, of course not...he's just, protective."
"Possessive, more like", Steve interjected, his prior jolly mood swept aside.
He was gazing at Loki with his blue stare sharpened, and Loki stared right back, raising his glass with a nod to the Captain before turning back to his conversation with Natasha. Smug bastard. He loved every second of this.
"Dance with me, Cap", you asked with a soft smile, "it's been a while since you and I showed off our moves."
Steve looked away from Loki's direction, his features warming as he took your outstretched hand. "It would be my pleasure- let's hit it!"
Scott sprayed his drink mid swallow, rum and coke dribbling down his chin as he processed what he'd heard. "Are you crazy?!"He looked up from assessing his t-shirt now stained with booze...but the two of you were already gone.
It always amazed you how good a dancer Steve was, considering his bulky frame. Years ago, not long after he came out of the ice, the two of you had taken dancing lessons together. He had a chip on his shoulder about Agent Carter and dancing, and learning in this new world had helped him adapt...plus it had been a hell of a lot of fun. The crowd on Tony's dance floor parted as the two of you stormed through a modern foxtrot to the sound of mid noughties music Stark played non stop at parties like this.
Steve liked to tease you with unexpected box turns, his dancing mirroring his fighting style- always the element of surprise.
"You ready for the big one?" he shouted as he twirled you over enthusiastically.
"No!" you yelled in response over Jason Derulo - but he dipped you anyway and suddenly you were looking at the ceiling. The crowd around you cheered as you lay balanced on Cap's bended knee, leg subconsciously stretched out, toe pointed in a balanced display of ballroom perfection. After he twirled you into a standing position, the two of you took a little bow to more applause before making your way back to where Scott was standing, looking amazingly uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, Scott? Never seen a couple of pros throwing some classic moves at one of these parties?" You adjusted your dress straps as you said it, and Scott instinctively looked away comically, his eyes trailing the ceiling.
"Nothing I, uh...just can't get over the feeling that I am seconds from death by the hand of your other worldly boyfriend..."
"I wouldn't worry Scott", you smiled mischievously, "if anyone's getting in a fight tonight it'll be Steve here, and I don't think we need to worry about that, do we?", you looked at him as a full stop to that rhetorical question.
"Darling."
A silken voice with a hard edge floated in from behind you, as long fingers encased your waist, "That was quite a show you two put on out there", He looked across at Steve with a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes, head tilted to the side.
"Glad you enjoyed it, Loki – you should try it sometime, your girl can really move." Steve knocked back one of the shots of tequila that Clint was passing around.
"Au contraire, Rogers'" he winked, and suddenly you were spinning and came to a stop an arm's length from your ebony haired God, arm outstretched.
"'I've had time for a bit of tutelage myself over the last 1500 years'" He pulled you in, staring intensely into your wide eyes, "I think it's time for me to teach you a few new steps Y/N, hmm?".
Before you had a chance to respond you were on the dance floor again, the lights inexplicably dimmed, the music suspiciously sensual. The people dancing around you had faltered, obviously wondering the same as you. Some amorous pairs, Nat and Bruce included, got closer, making the most of a stolen semi – public moment.
Loki led you directly to the centre of the dance floor, the dimmed party lights skimming across you in a dreamy glow.
The familiar sound of Chase Atlantic filled the air like smoke as Loki spun you again, bringing you in to his chest – your arm on his shoulder as he led you in a slow, rhythmic salsa in time to the music.
Damn, he looked good tonight. On paper, his ensemble was nothing special, black suit pants and a dark evergreen shirt; but on him? It was glorious.
The trousers hugged his straight hips creating the smallest of creases in the thick fabric as they strained against the movement of his muscular thighs, the slim fit skimming down to his ankles creating a silhouette that could only be described as god-like.
His shirt was smooth, ring-spun cotton that fit perfectly to his torso and probably cost more than your old rent in Brooklyn. The sleeves were casually rolled to his elbows but perfectly folded, he knew what he was doing... exposing those thick forearms, with four buttons tactfully undone giving you a tantalising reminder of what lay underneath.
You could smell the cologne he always dabbed on the base of his neck. Understated. Irresistible. He knew it always made you lean in for more. You felt your face inching forward to his exposed skin to inhale it, met with another spin as he turned you to face outward.
"Not quite, kitten", he growled seductively in your ear, "after your little display earlier I think I've earned some fun of my own...such a naughty girl teasing other men like that...right in front of me..."Loki tsk'd three times softly, the methodical sound of his chastising tongue making your pussy tingle.
Your body moved seamlessly against his as he raised your arms above your head, hands twisted together in a clasped prayer. How appropriate. You needed all the help you could get.
You felt his large hands slide slowly down your outstretched arms, then tracing the outline of figure eight as he pressed against the curves of your body, moving his hips rhythmically against yours in time.
His hands came to rest of your hipbones, forcing your pelvis to tilt backwards into his crotch, right where he wanted you.
"Move for me, my goddess' he murmured in your ear. Lord, he'd only called you that previously when he was on the edge of climax, usually with you dressed in a suspender belt with a leather paddle in hand.
You obliged, grinding your ass purposefully against him, searching for any sign of his growing arousal as he directed your hips right, then left, then right again in a Latin sway driving you deeper into the heady haze of the moment. His voice penetrated your consciousness, warm breath in your ear. "What did I tell you, kitten...I'm in control here, was I not clear?"
Suddenly you were so entangled in a salsa routine that you had no choice but to accept your fate. Loki twisted, looped and manipulated your limbs like water in a fountain, twirling and dropping and sliding you across the floor in a series of moves that you were sure looked spectacular. You trusted him completely, gave in to him as he controlled your body; turning and caressing you in time with the music with his godly strength.
After a particularly sudden stop, he'd pulled you in, once more adopting his hands to your hips as you faced away from him. You took a moment to breathe. Centring yourself after the previous few minute’s exertions, you felt the hair brushed from the side of your neck and a deep kiss planted there. You moaned. With a flick of his wrist, he turned you to face him, arms thrown over his shoulders. He drew you in to a deep kiss that left you breathless as he lowered both hands to your ass.
"I have a surprise for you, my goddess, a little something I've been working on for a situation just like this..."
You raised your eyebrow as you gazed up at him. You knew that look. It was rarely an entirely pleasant surprise. "And what situation would that be, Loki?"
He broke his gaze from yours to flicker over your shoulder to where Steve and Scott still stood, now joined by Tony and Thor, to form a jovial semi-circle facing the dance floor. They were laughing and joking but he could see the air of suspicion floating around them as clear as the haze from the smoke machines as one by one they looked at Loki.
His mouth curled into a smile. "My sweet Y/N...you didn't expect to get me all hot and bothered watching you with that dull all-American boy toy and not expect retaliation...did you?' The intonation of his question made you tingle with anticipation, a fizzing sensation gathering around your core as you pondered his words. That was when you realised the warm feeling down below wasn't just desire...your panties were gone.
"Loki..."
It was a warning, but also an invitation. He had always been a jealous lover, but this was new. He squeezed your ass firmly with both hands, watching your expression under hooded lids. "What have you been working on, Loki?'" you whispered.
He spun you to face outwards again, his fingertips digging in to your hips just above your thigh, wrapped in the thin folds of your skater dress, inches from your needy pussy which was growing wetter by the second. The music seemed to grow louder as he began peppering dirty whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against you cruelly as the world looked on.
"When I carry you back to my chambers tonight my pet, you will be on your knees for me, won't you...
...such a wanton mortal, who can't get enough of her God's hot cum inside her...
...or for that matter, can't get enough of her own sweet juices inside him, mmm I can taste that glorious cunt of yours now, I can smell it teasing me now that those little lace panties you like so much have gone missing, what a shame...
...but you are a selfish girl aren't you. You want me all to yourself, you want your perfect, insatiable body to be the only one I crave, fantasise about, obsess over, the only one I sink my cock into every night...
....the only one I deign worthy of my service, to pleasure you however you see fit. The only one I will get on my knees for, kneeling face first into that delicious pussy...
...and yet you drive me half mad with lustful jealousy for fun. Naughty girl. Well if you wish them to stare and wonder what it's like to fuck you, perhaps how we fuck each other... let's give them a little more to work with, hmmm?”
You were so engrossed in his dark, velvet voice melodically delivering exactly what you wanted to hear that you almost didn't feel it at first.
Your senses were engorged. The bass pumped through you, pounding your blood as Loki swayed you expertly to the rhythm, the heat from his body radiating his scent while he delivered his delicious filthy promises.
Tendrils of his magic were flowing through the fabric of your dress, the green glow concealed by the black fabric wrapped around his fingers as he pressed against you. They snaked slowly around your thighs, resting gently at your core, poised for the command of their master.
'Mmm, Loki', you murmured against his cheek, your hand reaching behind you to tug gently at his hair, 'why did you stop?'
'Darling, I've barely started', his deep seductive tone infused with a warning you didn't quite understand. And then you did.
Right on cue, you could feel the familiar warmth of Loki's tongue lapping gently at your sex, and your eyes flew to his in alarm. He stared you down, never missing a beat of the music as he moved you gently side to side, 'just relax Y/N, enjoy it...it's our secret'.
You scanned the room, and sure enough...no one was batting an eye. 'Ohhh', you stifled a moan as his magic between your legs grew stronger, as though Loki was truly on his knees before you in service, and not standing behind you kissing your neck as he held you tightly.
You closed your eyes at the sensation, feeling your legs automatically step wider to allow your lover's tongue better access.
Your could feel hands around the backs of your thighs as he had done many times, drawing you in to him like a man possessed, smothering himself deep inside you. His tongue slid inside your opening, soliciting a sharp moan from your lips which was drowned by a kiss from the flesh and blood Loki grinding into you in a rhythmic embrace, steadying your back against his firm chest.
The invisible force between your thighs began licking thick stripes of hot wetness between your folds, just like its maker...god it felt good, you almost buckled in Loki's arms.
It made its way slowly to your swollen clit, rubbing flatly back and forth as the pressure of your orgasm began building quickly. Too quickly. You angled your face up to Loki's, drinking in his incomparably sexy features as he understood your urgency, your hand coming up to tangle in his hair once more, forcing him into a passionate kiss as his fingers dug into your hips, his magic pushing through you, overcoming you, like water through a sieve.
You felt your legs tremble as your climax approached rapidly, the attempts to keep up with Loki's swaying dance faltering.
"I have you, darling, don't worry", he whispered, and with that you tumbled into bliss.
The tendrils of magic pleasuring you in the invisible ways of your lover did not let up as you came hard, screaming in your head as you arched against Loki's chest, pressing your ass into his crotch. 'Ohhh Loki', the words you meant to whisper at the height of your ecstasy came out a touch louder than you anticipated, coinciding with a lull in the song, but you didn't care.
His strong arms nursed you back to reality, spinning you round to face him once more as you came down from your high, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder.
Loki's eyes travelled upwards to check that the group of men, his brother included, who so enjoyed your company, had seen everything. They had. Lang was in the middle of questioning Steve to exactly what had just happened.
The rest of them knew. He could see it, hear their passing comments ('did she just...’/ ‘..did he just make her...you know.. by dancing?’/ ‘I gotta learn those moves...' / 'no of course not, don’t be obscene’).
They knew you belonged to him, but a little reminder of his superiority every now and then didn't hurt.
You could feel the slickness of your cum against your thighs as you pressed into the body before you, absorbing him. "I should probably go clean up a little", you whispered into Loki's ear with a smirk. "Especially since it looks like I won't be getting my panties back".
"Oh absolutely not, darling. Now run along." He spun you around one final time, releasing you at arm's length to allow you to walk away, shooting a brief glance over your bare shoulder as you did.
Loki slid his hands in his pockets and meandered over to the bar with long strides. His magic should hold long enough to hide the arousal straining within his trousers, he just needed five minutes. Five minutes without you, and without any distractio-
'BROTHER!', he flinched as a loud smack on his shoulder coupled the greeting, propelling him forward several inches. He managed a strained smile, nodding to Thor as he motioned to the bartender.
'That was quite something, brother. I managed to catch Y/N’s turn with Captain Rogers earlier but, even if I am a little biased, I did enjoy the Asguardian display a little more', he winked as one thick muscled arm rested on the bar facing Loki, his eyes glinting with humour.
'Don't.' Loki grimaced as he re-adjusted himself with his hands under the bar, his cock definitely visible against the fabric as he tried to regain his concentration.
'Don't what, Loki? I'm paying you a compliment. You love compliments!' Thor's keen eyes skimmed down his brother's body, noting his awkward stance, 'and everyone is definitely in agreement that your lady enjoyed her...dance...with you much more than with Rogers,' he paused, smirking, '...as did you it seems'.
Loki's head swivelled up, his eyes meeting Thor's with a smirk, 'jealous, brother?', his pupils still wide with the lust pumping through his veins at the thought of you shuddering in ecstasy in public under his power.
'Oh, absolutely. I am jealous both of your lovely companion... who I am still mystified is enamoured by you... as well as your ability to bring her to Valhalla in a room full of her closest friends with your mere touch. Or perhaps it was a little more...'
Thor winked, grabbing the glass tankard that had been placed in front of him and swiftly returning to the group before Loki could muster a response.
You smoothed your hair a final time before heading back to the party, the signs of a pink flush still on your cheeks visible in the mirror.
You could hear the familiar beating bass of some classic Usher, indicating that Jarvis had regained control of the sound system from Loki’s magic. Your heels clicked along the tile as you swung open the bathroom door, exiting into the long hallway dimmed with mood lighting. You only got ten steps before you saw him striding toward you, his look of determination no less than if he’d been wearing his armoured battle suit.
Your eyes grew wide with alarm. "Loki what’s happened-?’"
You were silenced by his mouth covering yours, pushing you to the nearest wall with unbridled passion. His huge strength was barely concealed as he overpowered you, pinning your hands to your sides. He moved his lustful intentions to your neck, as you threw your head back, eyes closed. Whatever had gotten into him tonight, you liked it. A lot.
"I want you, Y/N," you heard him growl from beneath your ear as he sucked your delicate skin, leaving marks. "...now."
He had conveniently ambushed you in the hallway’s alcove, albeit the main thoroughfare to and from the party. You could see figures striding back and forth to the bar, but you couldn’t make out the faces –and that was good enough for you.
"You were right, Loki", you purred seductively in his ear.
"Oh my darling, you’re going to have to be more specific…" he chuckled as his long fingers found their way to your pussy, now slick again from his work, and slipped inside you.
"I am selfish. I do want you all to myself. I’m just your little wanton mortal who fantasises about her God’s cock exploding inside her, seeing your face as I take it all for you, your good girl…"
Your words spurred him on as he expertly manipulated your pussy with one hand, the other unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his long, perfect cock in the dim light.
You encased its length in your hand, firmly stroking back and forth as he buried his head in your neck once more, a rumble of pent up lust escaping his lips as you continued to whisper, "...I want to be the only one filling your head with dirty thoughts, living out your desires, I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, I need all of you to mys-"
The force of his cock entering you made you gasp as he scooped one of your legs up under his arm, wrapped around his waist and held in place by one of those fucking perfect arms.
Not a sliver of light would have gotten between you, your bodies painted flush to the wall as he slid in and out of you furiously, your slick hole tightening around him at every stroke. There were no dirty whispers now. This was a sprint, not a marathon, that much was clear.
The arm not encasing your leg to his waist was braced above your head, allowing him to ram his hips against you. Powerful, primal growls emitting from him at every hit of your hot cunt. You began to feel heady, your needy body giving in to its obsession with this man for the second time that evening in a wholly inappropriate setting.
His hair was falling around his face, dark curls encasing your view as your foreheads pressed together, locked in pursuit of your highs. Your audible pants turned to pitched moans as you felt your orgasm building within you, spurred on by your lover’s breaths becoming ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he hung on to the moment.
"Come with me, Loki" you gasped as you reached your peak, "claim me."
You’d chosen the right word to re-ignite his competitive jealousy.
He claimed you. You felt the force of his cum hit the back of your channel as he thrust into you ferociously one final time, the effort to keep his cry in the low decibel range was enormous as you felt his body shudder against you.
You leant forward to catch him in a deep kiss, tongues meeting as he devoured you, swallowing his pleasure like a wave. You rode your own high on his stilling cock, pleasure filling you from the bottom up. As your moans subsided, he lowered your leg, re-adjusting your dress. With one arm still leaning on the wall, Loki steadied his breaths as you stepped in to zip up his fly, when something over his shoulder caught your eye.
"Scott?" you said, questioningly as Loki looked up. A cruel smile formed at one side of his mouth as he saw Lang standing frozen ten feet away, turned at a 45 degree angle, with his hands over his eyes.
"I swear, I didn’t see anything. Or hear anything. Okay... maybe a little but I gotta be honest guys...I was just going to the bathroom and this isn’t a super private spot, I’m just saying, please don’t melt me or something God of Darkness or...whatever, I can’t remember right now I’m sorry... dude, I have a daughter...don’t kill me please…fuck’"
He trailed off as silence filled the air, broken only by the sound of Loki pulling up his zipper.
"Kill you?" Loki stepped toward Scott, who was lowering his hands from his face, eyes wide with alarm as Loki bent slightly to his eye level, hands clasped behind his back.
"Then who would tell everyone that we were having hot, carnal sex in the hallway?". He straightened when he saw the look of bemused relief on Scott’s face as he registered that he was safe.
"Come, Y/N, the night is young." The mischievous scamp took your hand and led you towards the party as you mouthed an apologetic sorry to Scott, who seemed to have forgotten what he was doing there in the first place.
You felt the glow of Loki’s magic on your pussy again, cleaning away the evidence of your hallway encounter – although it made you miss its earlier uses.
"So, uh…do you have any other surprises I should know about planned for tonight?" you quipped.
Loki twirled you once and dipped you to his knee in the classical ballroom pose.
"Surprises? Me? No, darling." He chuckled at the look on your face, "but I wouldn’t mind seeing more sparks flying off your heels on that dance floor, as long as you’re dancing me with me of course, pet."
You smiled up at him, wondering what else tonight could possibly have in store for you. "Well, what are we waiting for?" you purred. "Let’s burn it to the ground".
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Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: The type of dancers they are
Kizaru✨
He’s an amazing dancer and dancing partner who would make sure you never trip over your feet when you’re dancing with him. He’s usually the first one and the last one on the dance floor. 10/10 for dance skills.
Akainu🌋
He would be the dancer who would only do ballroom dancing with his S/O after they forced him to go out for once. He’s very stiff in his movements. 3/10 for dance skills.
Ryokugyu 🌱
He is the cool dancer that moves to the beat and uses his sunglasses even when it’s dark in the room. He would have his hands on his S/O’s hips and moved his with theirs. An overall sexy dancer. 10/10 for dance skills.
Fujitora 🐅
He doesn’t really dance so he would move a little with his S/O but it’s not very fluid or to the beat. 3/10 for dance skills.
Sir Crocodile 🐊
He likes to ballroom dance and he’s pretty amazing at it. It’s almost like you’re floating when you’re dancing with him and he’d talk to you the entire time…don’t step on his shoes though or else. 10/10 for dance skills.
Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩
He is amazing at any type of Latin dancing and he will wipe the floor with anyone who challenges him. If you can keep up with him, you’ll be on his mind all night but if you have two left feet…get the fuck off his dance floor. 1000/10 for dance skills.
Benn Beckman 🔫
He literally has two left feet and can’t dance to save him life…unless he’s drunk but it doesn’t mean he’s good at it. 1/10 for dance skills.
Katakuri Charlotte 🍡
He is the worst dancer ever and used to love dancing as a kid but he didn’t try once he grew up. Good luck dragging his fine ass onto the dance floor! 2/10 for dance skills.
Killer🔪
He likes rock music so if you’re gonna dance with him it’s…like how you dance to rock music lol just lots of head banging and shit. 6/10 for dance skills.
Kaido🐉
He got some dance lessons from Queen so if he dances…the whole of Onigashima is shaking. 4/10 for dance skills.
King👑
He can dance in several styles but he enjoys salsa the most and it’s the most sexiest thing you are ever gonna see. 100000000/10 for dance skills and making you pregnant while dancing.
Queen👑
The best motherfucking dancer ever! That’s all! 10000000000000000/10 for dance skills.
Izou🔫🔫
He is amazing at Kabuki and teaches young children from time to time. He is very graceful on his feet on the dance floor or on the battlefield. 10/10 for dance skills.
Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒
He is good at just hold his S/O close and slow dancing, moving to the rhythm but that’s about all you’re gonna get from him. 7/10 for dance skills.
#ooc#one piece#akainu sakazuki#one piece akainu#sir crocodile#crocodile one piece#one piece kizaru#donquixote doflamingo#doflamingo one piece#ryokugyu one piece#aramaki ryokugyu#killer one piece#kaido one piece#katakuri one piece#charlotte katakuri#benn beckman#king one piece#queen one piece#izou one piece#izo one piece#dragon d monkey#kizaru borsalino#borsalino kizaru
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thinking about Claudrien renewing their vows at like the five year mark or so because they got married in a courthouse in Spain with very little actual ceremony and how after getting financially stable and happy with everything they finally decide to actually hold a decent-sized (but not expensive) wedding.
imagine being one of his old classmates that he invited on a whim (thinking it would be funny to invite them in place of actual family), and after thinking this city-wide teen idol has probably been dead for years (they even made an entire documentary about the disappearance for fuck's sake), you get this handwritten card in the mail that proves he is both alive and GOING BY THE NAME EDWARD. and then you show up and the bride is looking absolutely gorgeous all the while mentioning that it took forever to find something comfortable to slip under the dress (basketball shorts she is wearing a wedding dress hells and Nike basketball shorts) and she introduces you to their "best man" AND IT IS THEIR 14 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER? and you swear said 'daughter' has a hair color that slowly changes in hue every few minutes but nobody ever says anything, and this daughter is dressed up in a suit jacket and khaki shorts with Light-Up Skechers. The bride's father is the sweetest grandpa you've ever met; He seems to be missing a finger on one of his hands and will occasionally call his daughter by two different names, but you can tell he his so incredibly supportive of his daughter being with your old classmate (who was famous at one point? He says he would've never known, outright denying his son-in-law used to be a world famous model... though you're not sure if he's being intentional about it or just was never told). The other father of the bride seems to show up, which you initially think is the first father's husband, but then you're told he's the bride's former employer. These are the only family members the bride seems to have, besides the best man, who is secretly a god but still also their daughter. Rock Your Body plays at the reception and, despite being told years ago that he look professional ballroom dancing lessons, the groom makes it look like he has never before danced in his life; It also looks like he is having the best possible time. Then they do the lift from Dirty Dancing and the bride, indeed, is wearing basketball shorts. But hey, there's tequila.
#who should the mystery miracuclass guest be btw#(only one off the table is marinette because she would not be able to bring herself to go)#claudrien#ending 2 of 2: exile#exile ending#shitsquare#unburied and married
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So I am at work today and our office music streaming service plays (I’ve had) The time of my life- from Dirty Dancing and I can’t help but think a super random head cannon- I was thinking of writing a whole one shot about it😂
Eddie knows that Dirty Dancing is your favorite movie, he has seen you watch it a million times with Nancy and Robin during wine/movie night. He doesn’t get what is so special about it and asks,” Why do you guys watch this movie so much?” You answer. “Because Eddie, women think that men that can dance like that are super sexy.”
Eddie ponders this a minute, the next day he stops into family video to talk to Steve. “ Harrington, Do you know how to dance?”
“ Uh,yeah, my mom made me take lessons when I was a kid-“
Eddie lowers his voice to a whisper.” I need you to teach me how to dance.”
Steve’s eyes widen.”Wha-what?”
“ You heard me Harrington,” he continues to whisper.” I need you to teach me how to dance like that Johnny guy on dirty dancing.”
Steve laughs.” First of all, why are you watching dirty dancing-“
“ You know it is the girl’s favorite movie!”
“ Second of all, they don’t exactly teach dirty dancing to 7 year olds, I learned ballroom and Latin-“
“ But you have moves, please don’t make me beg, this is already embarrassing enough. I just want to surprise my girl alright? She said guys that can dance are sexy and I want her to think I am sexy. I can’t dance, I’m awkward as fuck. If I could pull this off-“
“ Your such a softie for this girl Munson- because I’m such a romantic at heart I will help you out. But if you think I’m lifting your ass in the air, or gently caressing the inside of your arm your fucking nuts.”
“ Jesus Christ, no!”
“ Ok then. But I might need to call in re-enforcements-“
“ No fucking way!”
“ Who better to help than someone that has watched that movie a million times. Nance would love to help out. Especially because she knows how much your girl would love it.”
Eddie sighs.” Alright, but the shrimps CANNOT know about this! And if they find out I’ll kick your ass.”
“ Real nice Eddie, I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart.”
“ And I appreciate it, it just needs to stay between the three of us got it?”
“ Alright,alright it get it.” Steve crosses his arms across his chest.” My house tomorrow, after work. Oh and Munson, be ready to have the time of your life.”
“ What the fuck am I getting myself into?”
This would be Eddie secretly practicing around the trailer when no one was around 😂
As always thanks for reading! Comments and re- blogs are much appreciated ❤️
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie fanfic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#steve harrington
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just had a dream about an anime (or maybe a visual novel?) that definitely doesn't exist about a college girl who, with only a few months to graduation, somehow discovers (the dream wasn't specific) a highly illicit and secret fight(?) club in one of the older buildings no one ever uses. but like, not fighting-fighting, the stage was like, a really fancy gymnastics set up with padding everywhere and springboards and hoops. it was largely vertical, with that indoor jungle-gym mesh netting on the sides so you could climb and have truly anime-ass acrobatic battles. the opponents would both enter from the top-back, and take a curved (padded) ramp down to the opposite sides in front where the audience could see them. and the goal of the fight was more about putting on a gymnastic show for the audience and outmaneuvering your opponent than beating the shit out of them.
but since it was definitely definitely not sanctioned, secrecy was the highest priority. they had an onsite doctor sworn to secrecy, and in addition to each fighter wearing a dramatic anime-ass costume and using a persona like wrestling does, they all were required to wear porcelain masks (yes this is a massive safety problem but it was an anime dream ok gimme a break. theyre magical or something idfk)
ANYWAY our Main Girl of course throws herself in completely, winning fight after fight and generally being a cocky bastard, until...she doesn't. her next fight, she gets knocked the fuck down immediately by someone in a blue mask. she goes back the next night, absolutely destroys a few competitors, and then this blue motherfucker just stops her dead in her tracks again.
blue mask tells our hero that she's full of enthusiasm and raw power, but her form is all over the place, and offers to train her.
i'm kinda losing the detail of the rest of the dream but it includes:
one time blue mask gets injured in one of her fights and main girl takes her to the resident doctor. no identity is revealed, but she notices the same injury on a classmate the next day
blue mask is a trans woman
main girl comes to walk blue mask to the fight scene one day, only to find her badly attempting ballroom dance steps
main girl reasons its much easier to learn with, you know, another partner instead of by yourself, so they start learning to dance together during the day, and continue fighting lessons at night. it's all very symmetrical.
it all culminates the night before graduation, where Main Girl of course battles her way up to the top ranking, and then blue mask dances with her (the first time its ever happened at night, with their fight personas on) and proposes in the middle of it.
#this story is cliche as hell but listen. i deserve this story existing irl somewhere#my subconscious has TASTE#they dont have names tho i have every detail of the fight stage but no names for these characters oops
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new headcanon unlocked: i think we all generally agree that Hotch is a good dancer and would’ve had some lessons with his Southern upbringing and cotillions and whatnot (how much of this is real and how much of this is from reading so much fanfic, i genuinely do not know lmao) but i think it’s more than he’s just good at dancing. i think he genuinely likes dancing. like, ballroom dancing. i think he enjoys watching ice dancing at the Olympics (not me outing myself as a scott & tessa stan). i think he loves a good tango. i think he watches Dancing With the Stars, and one day he absently mindedly commented on someone’s technique from the show while Penelope and JJ were talking about it in the breakroom and now he has a standing invitation to watch it with them (he’s gone a few times and really enjoyed it!).
and i think it would just be neat if he one day decided, several years after Haley’s passing, to sign-up as a single for a salsa dancing class. he’s the only single there among a half-dozen couples and he’s a tad worried he’ll end up dancing with the instructor the whole time but then Emily shows up, apologetic for her lateness, and they are both surprised by the other. it makes sense that Emily would be good at dancing, from all her years as an ambassador’s daughter, but the fact that she likes dancing is an actual surprise to him given her general disdain for most of the things she was forced into doing as a youth lost in the quagmire of politics. they get a drink after class after a few weeks, and he finds out that she too prefers a tango over anything. which is why after the salsa classes end for the session, he asks her out to dinner, giving her no hints about the plan except that dancing shoes are a must. ANYWAYS they go to a fucking fancy as shit club/lounge/restaurant thing that has dancing and a live band playing tango-y music and they dance and it’s a very good date that probably ends with a different kind of tango if you know what i mean the end.
#does hancy have her groove back? absolutely not#but wow did this idea ever just pop into my head#and now you can have this idea tunnel around your brain like a creepy little worm too#haha sorry i have real mental problems today 😃#hotchniss#aaron x emily#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#hotchniss headcanon#hotchniss fanfiction#okay bye
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okay, so. currently i’m, like, really obsessed with the golden era slytherins? so, HEADCANONS!
theo has adhd
draco is trans (ftm)
daphne is trans (mtf)
pansy is a lesbian
theo is bisexual
blaise is gay and greysexual
draco is panromantic ace
also blaise and draco must be dating. they must be in love. they must be soulmates. i love them together
draco is, like, always cold, and blaise tends to run a little bit warm, thus: lots of cuddling and handholding
daphne is aroace
they are TALL.
like, really tall.
daphne is 6’3, blaise is 6’4, theo is 6’1.5, and pansy is 6’2
draco, unfortunately, stands at 5’10 (which, like, isn’t even very short at all) and the others tease him mercilessly for it
okay, so i have a lot of really in-depth thoughts and headcanons about all of their childhoods, but i headcanon that theo, blaise, pansy and draco were friends since they were literally born, and they met daphne and tori (astoria) in their second year at hogwarts (and tori’s first)
when they were kids, draco and theo took classical ballroom dancing lessons together and did competitions and stuff, and draco also did ballet (because everyone in the black family was forced into ballet fight me on this) so sometimes draco and theo just, like, spontaneously burst into dance??? like, really intense, fast waltzing and fancy twirling and whatnot???
OKAY. so, blaise’s mother. i’ve seen many different names given to blaise’s mom, (like beth and maria are pretty common i think?) but i always thought of her as a gina. she just feels like a gina. and, like, even though she’s a little bit… uh… intense, with the whole killing-seven-men shebang, but she’s cool. everyone loves her. blaise’s house is the top-rated sleepover house.
pansy has three older brothers and her mom’s name is juno
all of them are pretty good singers, but draco and tori??? hoLy SHit. they are SPECTACULAR. they’re so damn good at singing, it’s not even describable. those bitches have ineffably melodious voices. it’s like kind of annoying how good they are
draco has some veela in him. fight me on this. draco is AT LEAST 25% veela. AT LEAST.
DRACO’S FIRST LANGUAGE IS FRENCH AND IN FIRST AND SECOND YEAR HIS ACCENT WAS SO HEAVY BLAISE AND PANSY AND THEO WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO COULD UNDERSTAND HIM WHEN HE SPOKE ENGLISH AND SINCE HE’S A BLACK DRACO SPEAKS LIKE AT LEAST SEVEN LANGUAGES FLUENTLY BUT HE TOTALLY SUCKS AT ENGLISH AT FIRST DRACO IS SO FRENCH OMG I AM OBSESSED WITH FRENCH DRACO
blaise also speaks many languages; like english, french, italian, and like latin??? idk.
pansy speaks english and french
theo speaks english, french, and spanish
tori isn’t very tall. she’s like 5’5, but no one makes fun of her for it, which drives draco insane because “she’s literally FIVE inches shorter than me, why don’t you make fun of her???” “‘cause she doesn’t care. you’re getting all mad and pouting.” “*while pouting* i don’t pout.”
draco has a very tiny nose. so does daphne. they’re noses are so incredibly tiny and dainty? like how is this even possible??? how are they so small?????
DRACO CAN DRAW. REALLY WELL. HE CAN ALSO WRITE. FUCK WITH ME.
daphne really, really likes those 50cm grape japanese candy things?? (these)
daphne gets really quiet and judgemental-looking (EVEN THOUGH SHES NOT JUDGING ANYONE THATS JUST HOW HER FACE LOOKS) in public, and gets all mean, but with her friends she’s just like so nice and funny
pansy wears cargo pants with tights tops really often
pansy and theo wear (and share) leather jackets VERY often
ASTORIA GREENGRASS AND GINEVRA WEASLEY ARE REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS AND YOU WILL NEVER CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
theo does muggle magic. like, illusionist stuff, and he’s really good at it. like, weirdly good. it drives everyone insane. and like i bet he does it at really weird times, too. like: “oh my god, why are you crying?? what’s wrong?” “oh, nothing i just read flowers for algernon again.” “oh. well… *whips out deck of cards* …wanna see a card trick?”
theo is really protective. would stab someone who mildly insulted someone he cares about
pansy is jewish
draco and pansy have a lot of tattoos. like a shit ton of tattoos. they are very tatted-up
for some reason i headcanon them all getting into muggle musicals sometime after the war?? like mary poppins and the wizard of oz and hamilton and stuff??? idk. i want them to like musicals, especially old ones.
on the topic of muggle things: draco reads a lot, especially muggle books.
okay, so in this one fanfic i read (i read this fic a WHILE ago, and i forget the name and also what it was about??? but i don’t remember what it is and i’m sorry) blaise called draco “honeybee” AND I THINK THAT SCORPIUS IS LIKE REALLY CLUMSY AND SO BLAISE CALLS DRACO HONEYBEE AND SCORPIUS BUMBLE
LIKE NOT BUMBLEBEE, JUSY BUMBLE
GET IT
LIKE HOW BUMBLE SOUNDS LIKE THE ACT OF DOING SOMETHING CLUMSILY????
DRACO AND LUNA ARE COUSINS. PANDORA AND LUCIUS WERE SIBLINGS.
pansy usually has really heavy makeup on. like, make sure you don’t stand at a 45° angle from her face because you will get blinded by her highlighter
draco is a vegetarian (so is scorpius, by choice)
daphne is like always so dressed up?? like she’s wearing fancy cocktail dresses and five inch heels to, like, check the mail. idk. she’s always dressed up.
pansy LOVES doing impressions, and she’s good at them. (especially unflattering impressions)
blaise is really good at rubik’s cubes. like, he’s one of those people who can solve them blindfolded in six seconds and stuff.
and that’s all for now! to follow all of that, some side notes:
a). these are just my opinions
b). feel free to add more!!
c). maybe i’ll add more of mine some time?? (specifically more about astoria, i didn’t write very much about her)
#harry potter#slytherin#draco malfoy#scorpius malfoy#pansy parkinson#blaise zabini#theo nott#theodore nott#daphne greengrass#astoria greengrass#slytherin squad#headcanons#slytherin headcanon#harry potter headcanon#luna lovegood#trans draco malfoy#fuck jkr#i do not support jkr
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ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS ; An excerpt where Yvonne and Judd have a little dance — 2.4k words
When she arrived, it wasn’t with the intention to stay. Judd was simply a woman of her word and somehow, during the three weekends they spent together, she had found herself promising Yvonne that she’d attend the ball exclusively to check in on her briefly and offer any corrections if they were deemed necessary (they would be). She even dressed in attire that didn’t snub the dress code—dark slacks, white button-down, and dark suit jacket she’d nicked from Logan after the maid had dried it and it shrunk enough to fit her—but that did not say she was an attendee, which she wasn’t.
Not formally, at least.
This worried Yvonne and made her look even a bit regretful as if Judd was particularly concerned about being on the guest list so that she’d be accounted for some crab cake or grape-sized dessert, but she wasn’t the slightest bit miffed. It took a bit of finessing but there was a way to crash a party tastefully. If you held yourself in the right manner, there was a way to do anything tastefully, truthfully.
So, she navigated the mansion masquerading as a ballroom which stunk heavily of Clive Christian colognes - Addictive Arts collection, no other collection utilized tobacco and the smoky, herbal concoction of mate quite so bluntly - and the odd Frederic Malle Promise she respected because the earthy, apple spice burn in her nose was still less offensive than feeling like she was huffing the air around a cheap ashtray. Judd haphazardly scanned the crowd of tailored suits around the rarer pale dresses dotted about before turning her focus away from finding the reason she was here and on finding the host instead—Yvonne’s grandmother. To find the host first indicated a level of respect you held for the event that would often allow you to stay despite your arrival being quite crude.
Yvonne’s grandmother could be considered quite textbook for this forgiveness for the moment she laid eyes on Judd, she hurried over like a fuming bull with so little grace it seemed a contradiction to the tight-fitting black dress and hair that looked artificially shiny with whatever product was keeping the volume alive. “You. You. What is this?”
Feigning a bit of remorse as her clothes were subtly gestured at, Judd offered an impish smile she knew looked no better than a dog’s appeasement. “I am so sorry… Mrs. Loomis is it? You might know me, Judd Woodward?” she squared her shoulders and let the name sink in as the music slowly shifted tracks—classical waltz to classical waltz but a little faster. “I was helping your granddaughter, Yvone, with her dancing. I wanted to just come and make sure my lessons were useful.”
Their personal quiet stretched on far too long for this to be a polite pause, and Yvone’s grandmother was quite short, Judd had to bow her torso awkwardly to hear what she said next. “She hasn’t mentioned a Judd, in fact, she hasn’t mentioned she knows a Woodward at all. You know, my husband used to do business with your grandfather, the insurer one,” A small hand grabbed her forearm and tugged her along lightly, encouraging her to follow; but suddenly she didn’t want to abide, she wanted to dig her heels in and jut out her chin and say no, fuck you, what do you mean you don’t know me? She should’ve, right? Why did it matter at all that she didn’t?
If she had any reason to follow, it was so she knew why to never fucking help Yvonne again.
“Now,” she said, with Judd trailing behind her without assistance. “I can’t show you where she is, I fear she was whisked off not long before you arrived, but you can help me with something until she pops up again.”
Something she’d learn was standing off in the corner and telling Yvonne’s grandmother which boys had the most potential - from a peer’s perspective - which was mildly cathartic for a little while, telling someone that John Quintero stole his neighbor’s car but everyone said it was his friend, Louis Gredwell (not in attendance tonight). A little while would be the key phrase, though.
Judd lingered for an hour, ten minutes, and thirty-two seconds, and with every passing second she grew more discontent and sore in the chest from the breathing regulations she was unabashedly abusing. She was stupid for ever coming. For ever saying she would. For ever folding to Yvonne and agreeing to help. Yvonne was clearly doing just fine without her, so fine, in fact, she could entirely forget that she asked Judd to come. Quietly dismissing herself, she slipped away, skirting the edge of the room with her eyes set on the corridor, until she passed the ornate glass doors in the living room, noticing the shrubbery outside that formed a little alcove in the backyard, the fountain spitting up a stream of water, the—
—the who?
She stepped backward, shooting a look over her shoulder to make sure no one else took note, and then opened one of the doors, slipping outside into the crisp spring air and shivering against it with a sharp breath. Yvonne looked up at her from where she sat on a little concrete bench, her dress was the only purely white one here, it ruffled out around her knees, making her look a bit more like one of those wedding cake toppers than anything else, but it… worked, Judd thought, was bold against her dark skin and left the eyes wandering to hers.
“You came?” Yvonne sat up a little, voice brightening. “Hi… Hi.”
“Hey,” she said, closing the door behind her and moving closer, a gradual step that had her rounding the fountain at an agonizing pace. “From the way your grandmother talked, it sounded like some real charming fella hauled you off somewhere to have you all to himself.” Yvonne groaned a real guttural sound that lightened the weight between Judd’s lungs in a way that had her wincing away from herself and hesitating to take a seat beside her until standing was simply too awkward. “I take it either she’s too presumptuous or you hit him with your Little Women adaptation concept.”
Another groan.
“Nobody cares for musical adaptations, I’ve told you that. Look, now you’ve learned the hard way.”
Yvonne shook her head, propping an elbow up on her thigh and resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. “You have to have a conversation with someone to learn something the hard way,” she said. “Every boy I’ve talked to tonight has either tried flirting with me by talking about his car, not known how to say my name, or could barely even dance without stepping on me… but I am giving them leeway there, maybe they were too busy figuring out their sale’s pitches to remember how their feet work.”
Oh. So Judd had been right—Yvonne’s grandparents only knew people with the two-bit sons.
She didn’t delight in being correct like she thought she should have, as if it’d been replaced by the frustration boiling in her guts because she had been right. Yvonne was subjected to the individuals skimmed from social circles like fat from broth all the while her grandmother was prancing around as if she’d done anything worth the peacocking. She didn’t even know Yvonne was out here, so disconnected from the ball that it was hardly hers now so much as it was a venture in matchmaking for their classmates.
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
They sat like that for a while, occasionally sparing glances through the door. Judd should’ve left by now but here she was, brows pinched and lips shaping a slack frown, doe-eyed stealing looks at Yvonne as long as she could before quickly looking away.
“So you haven’t had a proper dance tonight?”
“Nope,” Yvonne dropped her hand, shoulders sagging. “But I did get a nice icebreaker that involves a Volvo.”
“Is it good?”
Laughing, she shook her head. “Oh, not even close, relies entirely on shock factor.” She said, her laugh petering out with the coming breaths, light and short. The sort of cut-off-too-early short that Judd knew well as a tactic to stop imminent tears. Fuck. “I didn’t have high expectations for tonight but… I don’t know, I think I let myself think this would be nice. Isn’t that stupid? I thought all of this could have been nice.”
“Nice was a bit of an unrealistic expectation.”
“Right, I forget you’re above these sorts of things.”
“You should be seen by a professional, your memory retention is concerning to the point of being diagnosable.”
Yvonne scoffed.
And then Judd, after another minute and a half, ran her hands down her thighs, stood up, and turned to face Yvonne with an air of resolve. “Your night should be decent, at least, though,” she offered her left hand. “Which means you need a proper dance.”
“Wait, what?”
“I was hoping you’d be able to interpret context clues,” she said, lacking the smile she knew was customary for such a question but with the faintest lilt to her voice that was wholly used to indicate a tease that fell a little flatter than she wanted but didn’t know how to correct. “Would you like to dance?”
Yvonne blinked, rubbing once at her eyes, and took to acceptance of this far faster than anticipated. She placed her hand in Judd’s and allowed herself to be guided toward the fountain where her heels clicked against the cobbled ground. In a way, it wasn’t unlike their lessons as Yvonne took immediately to following her lead with the box step pertinent to a decent waltz—except that this wasn’t any decent waltz. It devolved almost as soon as it started. A waltz morphed into the horrible love child of a two-step and nameless slow dance reserved for an event less formal than a ball. Judd thought it to be tasteless, failing the intention of a proper dance, but she chose to say nothing after considering it.
Dark eyes traced her face as Judd’s wandered the satiated expression carefully shaping the crinkling around Yvonne’s mouth, the dimples faintly accentuated by a smile half-allowed. The cold air kept them closer than necessary and a simple lack of knowledge found Yvonne’s arm resting along Judd’s shoulders which, in turn, forced her to let her arm travel further up the other’s back in an almost hug. Their free hands wandered, fingers interlacing after a confusing, quiet decision for Judd as she wondered whether or not that was too far, or - if they were found - if it could be excused as another lesson.
To say she was thinking clearly would be a lie, however, as a Judd with all her synapses firing at the same time would have thought better of this ultimately. But she didn’t—couldn’t.
Her heart hammered violently at her ribcage, so forcefully, so loudly, that she felt it thumping in her throat. Could Yvonne hear? Could she feel it tapping against her? She hated this feeling. This anticipation of … something? Was that it? Was her body waiting on someone to walk through the door and catch them?
Catch them? Surely not. This wasn’t any more offensive than their lessons but, shit, maybe they shouldn’t—
“Thank you,” Yvonne said, earning an inglorious huh? she snorted at. “Thank you for coming, part of me didn’t think you would so seeing you was, uh, nice.”
Judd wondered what to say. You’re welcome would be appropriate. It was the only answer, really, but that’d be too short and her heart wasn’t slowing down at all, if anything she could’ve sworn it was quickening with every touch her mind and body registered as notably Yvonne. “I lied,” she said suddenly and felt a jolt against her. “About what I said about my parents, you know…” Her voice waned, hushed. “...them choosing not to host a debutante ball because of some kind of inherent respect they held for me. That wasn’t true.”
Yvonne slowed her step a little. They didn’t have much of a height difference, Judd had maybe three inches on her with the right shoes, but it was enough now to still have her look up, curiosity struck. “Why didn’t they?”
A stupid question she preferred over the stupid question of asking her why she lied.
“Uhm, well,” she drew out that last word, trying to figure out how to remove speculation from fact yet failing to because speculation, in this case, was as good as fact. She had seventeen years of reference material. “They were embarrassed, I think.”
“About what?”
“Having a daughter.”
Yvonne made a noise that sounded equal parts sad and confused. The lack of subsequent questioning said all she needed to know.
“I mean, you’ve seen the work your grandparents put into this all so they could socially say hey, this is our granddaughter, isn’t she just so pretty and not to mention single?” There was a quiet hush she grinned at despite it fading quickly. “My parents saw it as them parading around the fact they had a daughter and, oh, they didn’t want to do that. It’s already difficult enough having one, why would they want to tell everyone about that egregious hardship?” She swallowed hard, relieved when Yvonne’s gaze dropped, and laid her head against Judd’s chest, a sudden warmth that she welcomed as much as the unintentional favor that not looking at her was. “You’re right, these things aren’t my style but when I was sixteen I really thought the whole idea of someone caring enough to show you off was pretty pleasant.”
“I’m sorry,” Yvonne admitted after a pause. “No offense but your parents sound like they suck.”
“It’s alright, really, I should’ve known better when I was forming in utero.”
The sound of music was little less than murmuring from some piano all the way out here but it provided enough rhythm for them both to abide in their half-dance, half-hold. Not another word was spoken between them. At least, not until Judd heard the click of a car door shutting somewhere in the front yard.
“What are you going to tell your grandmother when she asks who you’ve been with all this time? I’d suggest telling her you were actually briefly kidnapped so she feels some level of negligence weigh on her.”
Yvonne hummed her contemplation well enough that Judd felt it through her chest. “I think I’ll tell her I was with you.”
“Do you really think she’d appreciate that? Right now she thinks tonight was a success.”
“It’s okay if she doesn’t,” she said, lightly squeezing Judd’s hand. “I think it was, mostly.”
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B-Side
John convinces Lincoln to dance with him.
Note: I am not a “soft” writer by any stretch of the imagination, so take this attempt with a grain of salt. Comments are appreciated!
“What?”
“Nothin’. Just didn’t think you were the ‘dancing’ type.”
Lincoln leans in the peeled-paint doorway, sideways grinning. A flustered John quickly removes the needle off the platter as the music sputters to a stop. Lincoln lets out a little laugh. John’s dressed as he always is— minus the coat and with the tie a little loose— with a cigarette in his mouth. He quickly takes it out and ashes it.
“Ha ha, well, you didn’t see anything if anybody asks.” He signals for Lincoln to come in.
“Didn’t see a thing,” Lincoln echoes, throwing his hands up. “You didn’t tell me you could dance.”
“You never asked.” He plops down in the motel’s wooden chair, lighting a different cigarette. Like that man needed any more than he already had. Shit’s a fire hazard at this point. Lincoln closes the door and eyes his watch.
“Didn’t think about askin’ about it.”
“There’s a reason for that.”
Lincoln rolls his eyes.
“So, what brings you here at eleven-thirty at night?”
“Eleven-thirty-two. An’ nothing. Just needed a place to lie low. Unless you have an objection to it—”
“No, you’re fine,” John hastily responds. “So long as you don’t mind the mess.”
“Never have.” Lincoln picks up a folder and examines it. Derazio file. Useless now that he’s dead, but John might’ve been holding onto it as a souvenir. Or as collateral. “So, ballroom dancin’?”
“Are you really going to harp on that?” He groans.
“What, I can’t be curious ‘bout what you do?”
John ashes another cigarette mid-way through and adjusts his tie. “It’s— private.”
“I got all night to listen.” He pulls up a seat on the opposite side of John’s desk and hovers.
John sighs. “You aren’t gonna let go of this, are you?”
“Nope.” Curiosity had gotten the best of him.
“Fine. Jesus Christ, you’re stubborn.”
“One of my many virtues.”
“Yeah, sure.” He ashes yet another cigarette, face tinted pink. “My old man taught me when he was around. Said ‘every young man should know’.” He puts on an accent for the last phrase, half-smiling at the memory. “Served me very well, as you can see.”
“Didn’t know‘ servin’ you well’ meant bein’ a fed.”
“Fuck you. You know I was being sarcastic. At least I’m not one of Hoover’s fairies.”
Lincoln laughs while John rolls his eyes and grabs a bottle from behind the desk. He pours Lincoln a glass and sets it back down.
“Surprised you learned how to dance, given your dad’s track record.” Lincoln finally sits down. Shit, these chairs weren’t meant for sitting.
“Well, he was a man full of surprises, I’ll give him that.”
“That’s one way of puttin’ it.” Lincoln shrugs. He’d heard stories of all the shit Donovan Sr. had done while over in ‘Nam. Some hard-ass World War II vet who never quite let go of his battlefield glory.
John hands him a package of Camels.
“Never learned how to dance myself.”
“Really? Perla didn’t teach you?” John raises a skeptical eyebrow, bemused.
He downs part of his drink. “She, uh, tried. Got two left feet when it comes to that.” The memories of late-night dance lessons came to mind. Anything beyond that would either have him fall flat on his ass or flat on his face. Ellis had laughed at him at the time, but he always tried again.
“I don’t believe you.”
“What, you want me to prove it?”
This could go one of two ways. One, he accepts it, or two—
“Sure,” John shrugs, “I can lead you if you want.”
Whether it was the whiskey for the feelings, Lincoln’s face flared with heat for a split-second. He swallows whatever’s in his mouth. “I ain’t so sure—”
“Oh, so now you’re backing down?”
“I’m not a dancer.”
John steals a sip from Lincoln’s glass. “C’mon. Just once. I’ll show you the basics.”
“Fine,” Lincoln relents. Had it been anyone else, he would’ve said no. Maybe it was the lack of sleep talking. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe he just wanted to fuck it up to prove a point. “Don’t laugh if I fuck up.”
“No promises.”
Lincoln drinks the rest of his glass. He’d need it.
John flips the track over to the B-side and puts the needle back into place.
“Okay, so first—”
“Wait, ain’t this a waltz song?”
“Yeah. What, are you questioning my music taste?”
“Hell yeah I’m questionin’ your music taste. Aren’t waltzes hard or some shit?”
“I’m starting you off with the basics. You’ll take the male lead this time, I’ll take the female lead.”
Lincoln chews the inside of his cheek. “An’ you’re okay with this?”
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t’ve asked.”
“Fair enough.”
“So the woman follows the man. Step forward with your left foot, then step diagonal with your right foot.”
“Like this?”
John glances down then shrugs. “Eh, close enough.”
—
“You know, you aren’t that bad.”
Lincoln glances up from his drink. They’d spent maybe twenty minutes doing something adjacent to dancing before John’s hand started acting up.
“Really? ‘Cause Roxy said I was shit.”
“Well, she’s not wrong necessarily.”
“Fuck you, man.”
John fiddles with his tie. “But really. I’ve seen worse. Jesus Christ, this tie won’t work with me.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re doin’ it with one hand.”
John’s hand spasms. “No shit.”
“Want some help?”
“I— fine. Sure.” He lets his good hand drop. “Tonight’s been fun.”
“Thought your definition of fun was listenin’ into people’s conversations,” Lincoln says, smirking, while loosening John’s tie. “That or fuckin’ shit up.”
“I can have more than one hobby.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“But— thanks. For uh, for the dance. And the tie.”
Lincoln takes the cigarette from behind John’s ear, lighting it up and sticking it in his own mouth. “I’ll swing by in the morning.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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15 questions
thanks @greenlikethesea for tagging me! I just got back from Dykes On Mics, the London queer karaoke event of my heart, so I'm a little buzzed and as usual I'm not gonna tag anyone because I'm a bad person. just abjectly morally bankrupt, violating the tumblr social code with abandon.
are you named after anyone?
my parents are pretty religious, so my english name is from the old testament, but culturally my people don't really do the named-after-specific-individuals thing.
2. when was the last time you cried?
hmm I don't remember? I don't really cry that often, which is probably not the MOST healthy but oh well. I gotta be me! i.e. a deeply repressed individual.
3. do you have kids?
nope! I like kids and have a fair bit of experience taking care of them, I've just never felt that particular urge to become a parent myself.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
my sense of humor's pretty dry by default, but I think having a lot of friends from different cultural contexts has trained me out of using sarcasm too much. It's just one of those things that doesn't always translate super well.
5. what sports do you play/have you played?
unsurprisingly I'm not really a team sports person. in the past I've done a couple different forms of martial arts, fencing, a tiny bit of archery, ballroom dancing…I think that's it? an old friend of mine is running a stage combat workshop in the fall and I'm kinda thinking about getting into that.
6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?
this is gonna sound weird but stick with me: their character design. I just tend to notice stuff that seems like people making a deliberate choice about how they present themselves to the world, whether they seem to be going for a fully coordinated look or just have some pins on a bag. and sometimes you can really tell that people were like, okay, this is what I'm working with physically so I'm gonna fully lean into it. I appreciate that!
7. what’s your eye colour?
super dark brown. close enough to black that sometimes I think I look like a cartoon character.
8. scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings FOR SURE. some of my favourite books and audiodramas are horror, but when it comes to movies, I'm gonna need to be gently cradled in the tender narrative assurance of a happy ending.
9. any special talents?
hah, I literally just had an argument with some friends about whether I have special talents. technically I do music? I mean, ten years of classical piano lessons, five years of classical flute lessons, a hell of a lot of fucking around on guitar, some bass*, some choir, and the bit in purify our misfit ways where eddie gets pulled into percussion because he can read music is literally a thing from my life. that kind of makes me sound like a much better musician than I am, though; I promise I'm not actually that good, and that's not me being modest. I'm genuinely a bit mediocre, and pretty happy about where I'm at.
also, I live & work & volunteer in some pretty heavily tourist-y areas, so I'm actually pretty good at cutting through large crowds of vaguely confused people. that's a special talent that I will gladly own.
10. where were you born?
a swing state in the midwest USA. there were cornfields. I used to can my own tomatoes. my childhood friends regularly had white-tailed deer strung up in their barns.
11. what are your hobbies?
oooof so, so many. I play a lot of indie video games? music, obviously. I go to a lot of live theatre, like an average of 2 shows per week. I'm a regular at my local board game cafe. I've done a fair bit of arts & crafts. I am not currently running any TTRPGs but that's normally a fair chunk of my time. when I lived in the US I would do a lot of weekend hiking trips to national parks. I dunno, I do a lot of stuff.
eta: forgot it probably also counts that I volunteer as a public-facing science educator! I've been doing that for more than a decade with various institutions, usually a couple days per month.
12. do you have pets?
technically yes, functionally no. my mother kidnapped my cat almost ten years ago when I moved to new zealand, and refuses to give her back because it would be "too traumatic for the cat to move" but continues to refer to her as my cat. like, "your cat now eats at the dinner table with us." (the cat did not make that decision. my mother made that decision.)
I thought about getting a corn snake about four or five years ago, because I was working with them at a nature center at the time and I think they're pretty great. they also seem relatively easy to care for, and I had access to the local herp society, so I was pretty confident about my snake-keeping abilities. but then I moved to england, so.
13. how tall are you?
5'2" last I checked. yes I'm short af. yes concerts are hell.
14. favourite subject at school?
weirdly, I was pretty good at math and I liked it a lot. but when I got to undergrad, I discovered that STEM has like a whole separate GPA scale/norm, and I wanted to go to grad school for social science so I had to make a choice. in retrospect I probably could've handled a couple Bs or Cs, but it really didn't feel like that at the time.
15. dream job?
I don't believe in dream jobs, as a general rule. I've worked creative jobs, I've worked cause-based jobs, and I just don't think there's such a thing as a perfect gig. we're all just surviving capitalism, man.
*so my best friend in undergrad was dating a bassist in an indie band, and the bassist gave her old bass to him when she got a better one, and then they broke up. and that's how I got a bass to fuck around with.
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Word find tag (smile, cry, laugh)
Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords; oof, these are doozies. 😅🤩
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Simon POV
“Keys, of course.” Grace held her own up from where it dangled around her neck; the blue stone flashed in the daylight. “What else?”
Flora still looked unconvinced. “How many are you planning to make?”
This was the best part.
Arguably, also the worst part.
“About five thousand?” he ventured, pressing on through the sound of Ken nearly choking. “Enough for everyone at all six schools to start using them all at once. Imagine: suppression, nationwide, simply stops working, with no explanation. If that doesn’t make a statement, I don’t know what does.” He allowed himself a smile. “No one gets hurt. There’s no war. All that happens is, the world sees we’re not going away. That magic’s insuppressible.”
Behind him, Callie lashed her magic across the piano from left to right, sending an escalating cacophony of notes tearing through the room before jamming her pinkie finger into the thing’s rightmost key in joyous punctuation.
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Callie POV
The magic shifted almost imperceptibly, its taste changed; physical magic like hers, like Peter’s, but frightening in its precision, the way it clung to her muscles and left her brain free to cry in protest as Riley pulled her gently from the bed.
No, she tried to say. No, no, no. She felt feverish; the robe clung to her clammy skin but whether it was from the bath or her fear, she couldn’t say. Riley took one of Callie’s hands in her own and held it out, away from their bodies; she took Callie’s other hand and placed it on her shoulder, smiling when it stuck there.
“My mother made me take ballroom dancing lessons when I was a kid. Amazing,” she hummed thoughtfully, low in her throat, “how all that muscle memory sticks with you. Have you ever done it? Nod yes or no.”
The bonds around her head and neck loosened a fraction but she didn’t use the temporary freedom, refused to give Riley the satisfaction until-
“I asked you a question,” Riley said softly, her voice laced with a different kind of magic. “Answer me.”
The answer was no and to her chagrin, her head moved side-to-side to indicate it. Riley smiled - just a hint, a subtle pleasure at a tiny victory.
Acid rose in her throat and she closed her eyes. Even if she had to feel it, she didn’t have to look. Riley’s hand, soft on her waist; her own feet moving over the tile. Riley led, and she followed.
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Simon POV
“It isn’t like nothing happened,” he said calmly. “Everything that’s happened is always there, it colors every moment I spend with her, Rich. And so does everything that’s happened since then. I know this sounds trite, but it’s complicated.”
“Are you fucking her?”
“What?”
“You heard me, are you fucking her?”
“No, I’m not,” he said flatly, amazed at how quickly his brother’s tone changed back - mean and simple again. “And you know what? If I was it’d be none of your business.”
“I’m just tryin’ to understand how you could be so stupid, bro.”
“I don’t have to be fucking somebody to show compassion!”
Rich made a noise on the other end of the line – somewhere between a cough and a laugh, a hard sound that signaled the impending shutdown of the whole conversation.
They weren’t going to fix anything this round. Maybe next time. Maybe not.
Tagging @harps-for-days, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @diphthongsfordays and @cilly-the-writer with the new words fire, water, air, and user’s choice of any word that’s got to do with nature, earth, trees, dirt, or whatever’s in your WIP for the last element :D
#the insuppressible callie ray#my WIP#writing#writeblr#writing snippets#oc: callie#oc: flora#oc: grace#oc: simon#oc: riley#tag game#tw: mind control#(ish)#tw: language#(not callie's for once!)
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ slow dancing with txt ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
I... had some thoughts. and then I decided that they should be shared. you tell me whether or not this was a mistake.
wc (total): 2.3k ~ txt x gender neutral!reader ~ slice of life!au ~ triggers: cursing ~ txt masterlist ~ txt drabbles masterlist
~ how I think slow dancing with txt would go :)
YEONJUN
what if I just yk. fainted or smth
jk I'm eating concrete
anyway
romantic, with so much passion involved
yeonjun loves you and he wants you to know that beyond any reasonable doubt, so every single thing he does with you shows you how much he adores you
slow dancing is absolutely not an exception
you’re both seasoned dancers at the local ballroom society, so everyone sees you two at the dance socials all the time
at these socials, to keep the mood up they mostly play more upbeat songs, quickstep, jive, swing, cha-cha, you get it
but the last dance of the evening is always a slow waltz
and despite how much the two of you love the samba beat and the drama of tango, waltz holds a different sort of passion for the two of you that anyone watching can see as you glide across the floor
which is not that many people usually - a lot of people end up leaving before the night’s last waltz, but you and yeonjun always stay
yeonjun has strong arms - his frame never wavers, ever, and with how many years the two of you have danced together, you trust him wholeheartedly
he’s always so gentle as he leads you, firm but yielding to your following steps
and though he never breaks his frame, he will turn to look at you sometimes even though he’s not supposed to, something that never fails to make your heart race
and occasionally, when it’s already late and no one’s around and neither of you really cares about perfect frame anymore, yeonjun will put his head on your shoulder and bring you closer than is explicitly necessary
you’ll laugh a little, your following steps taking more of the leader role as you guide him across the floor to the three-step beat of the music
he’s still so graceful even when he’s tired like this
he kisses your neck and you giggle a little at the tickle-y feeling, and you can feel him smiling against your skin
on nights like this, no one remaining in the studio dares interrupt the two of you mid dance - not even beomgyu, who absolutely will tease the shit out of you right after
but in that moment just before music ends, it’s peaceful
you can imagine that it’s just you and yeonjun and the music, dancing on air
when the last bars fade into the air, yeonjun never fails to spin you out into a proper bow, which you always take dramatically no matter how many people are watching
his hand is still gripping yours, so he’ll spin you back into him right after, catching you just before you collide with his chest
and he’ll smile with those beautiful lips of his, all the stars in the sky sparkling in his eyes.
SOOBIN
oh my lovely shy little baby
we will ignore the fact that he is over a foot taller than me
he strikes me as extremely giggly when the two of you slow dance and it is absolutely fucking adorable.
just because ! it’s like ! so intimate ! holding each other that way !
you: soobin you literally hug me closer than this every single day
soobin: but it’s DIFFERENT -
it’s your first dance lesson before your wedding - you’d suggested it because neither of you really knows how to dance, and you don’t want your first dance at the reception to be you tripping over soobin’s feet
(he insists he’ll be the one tripping over your feet, but who knows. maybe you’ll both trip over each other’s feet. the photographer and the rest of the boys would have a field day)
soobin strikes me as being - not weak, necessarily, but a little bit flimsy
not in a destructive or weak way, of course, but it’s endearing
he’s mostly limbs so after the instructor positions his arms around you and corrects the placement of his legs, he’s a little lost as to what to do
anyone else getting the image of those inflatable air men outside of a car dealership? no? just me?
anyway
he’s doing his best to be serious during this first lesson - he really wants your first dance as a married couple to be perfect, after all
and it’s really cute to see him focusing so hard on where to place his feet, where his arms should be, all of that
but even with that focus he can’t help but giggle a little when you look at him so softly, so sweetly
and of course when he starts giggling you can't help but join him
the instructor just looks on, of course - they’re probably used to this sort of shit from couples in love
but I still think that they’d have to hide a fond little smile when you accidentally step on soobin’s toes and he yelps and you yelp and then you both dissolve into embarrassed laughter
once you start getting the hang of things, dancing with soobin holds this sort of sweet innocence that recalls the first few months of your relationship when you were still getting to know each other
that’s not to say there’s no passion because there is, of course, but it’s a softer sort of passion when soobin gazes at you so steadily, never once letting his eyes stray from yours
he may be a little flimsy, but he still has a stability to him as you weave your way across the dane floor
a stability that reminds you that even if you start to fall, he’ll catch you
always.
BEOMGYU
beomgyu... is crazy
we all know this
but the thing is, while the crazy is definitely a major part of his personality, there’s another softer side to him that he only shows to those with whom he’s close
exhibit a: you
txt did vote him as one of the most romantic members, after all /shrugs/
it’ll be a slow, quiet night for the two of you, beomgyu plucking away at his guitar on the couch and humming a melody as you lean on his shoulder, scrolling away on your phone
it’s very peaceful, you reaching up every so often to brush hair out of beomgyu’s eyes, and him occasionally looking over at your phone when you giggle to see why you’re laughing
the two of you absolutely share memes in this relationship, I don’t make the rules
and suddenly, at some point, the strumming stops
you look up, wondering why he stopped playing, only to see beomgyu looking right at you
he puts the guitar away and takes your hand, then, pulling you up with this beaming smile that reminds you of the stars on his face
and just says
we should dance
when txt voted him one of the most romantic, they apparently said he shows his care in a very overt way, so this probably doesn’t strike you as anything out of the blue, really, when he suggests it
it also fits into his chaotic character - chaos doesn’t always have to be loud, you know
but even then you have to raise an eyebrow as he brings you in, your hand on his shoulder as his arm finds its way around your waist
why now? without music?
he laughs, and there’s that little inkling of insanity tingeing the sound and it feels like you fall in love with him all over again
beomgyu raises his arm and twirls you under him, smiling in the way only he really ever sees
and he just shrugs, pulling you back in
why not?
there is music, eventually - as you two sway around the small apartment, feet dragging against the floor, he starts to hum in your ear and you recognize it as the melody he’d been plucking on the guitar
he asks for your opinion on it and you tell him honestly - it’s beautiful
his arm is still around your waist so he uses that to pull you a little closer, to the point that you’re about to bump into his chest, and without missing a beat, he bursts into a smile that makes your heart flutter even after all this time
good, he says, that smile never fading
because it was inspired by you.
TAEHYUN
I'm actually going to go fucking insane with this man he has absolutely taken over my life and it’s a Big Fucking Problem
imagining him in a ballroom dancing setting absolutely took me the fuck out. I will have dreams (read: nightmares) about this for the rest of my life
ok, so I just have to first of all say that when you dance with taehyun, you will never feel uncertain
I mean that’s an exaggeration - but the thing is, even if you don’t know how to dance at all, taehyun has this solid steadiness to him that would calm even the most nervous hearts
he just feels... safe
which is why when taehyun suggests you come to his studio for some impromptu dance lessons, you don’t immediately refuse - because you trust taehyun and the steadiness he brings to everything
the basic steps to most ballroom dances aren’t super difficult, so you get the hang of them after one or two lessons
and it’s actually really fun - you didn’t realize it would be so relaxing to slowly spin around the dance floor in taehyun’s arms
he may not have been voted the most romantic, but if y’all saw that clip where taehyun and huening kai were reenacting a scene from descendants of the sun...
the look in his EYES
ok I'm sorry I'll shut up now
but my point is, there’s an earnestness that taehyun shows in everything - your relationship, dance, teaching you to dance - and I think that’s so inherently romantic
the love language of trying, always trying no matter what
and you match that - always doing your best in your relationship and the things taehyun introduces to you
so while your heart might be racing with the feeling of his arms around you, taehyun is also dealing with a subtle, lovely warmth in his chest that comes from watching you try so hard to join him in something he loves
eventually you graduate from the basic steps to some of the more complicated ones, which generally end with you tripping over your own feet or taehyun’s more often than not
so it’s not a huge surprise that you fall when taehyun tries to spin you out while teaching you some moves of a smooth Viennese waltz
you end up losing a shoe - it falls off your foot, probably because of all the sweat (yuck)
and as you pull it back on, you make a joke that you feel like cinderella
taehyun laughs, taking your hand to pull you back up
cinderella, yeah? he asks
and as he guides you back into frame to try again, he looks at you softly, so softly, and in his eyes you can see the meticulous steadiness that never fails to ground you, no matter what
and he says
I can make you feel like royalty, too.
HUENING KAI
oof... another tall giggly boy
but in a different way from soobin
kai is extremely cute, in manner and appearance, so he gives me more puppy vibes (?) when you guys slow dance together, but not as endearingly awkward as soobin maybe
I don't know if that says it well, but it’s the best I can do to explain it
he loves having you so close, close enough that he can put his head on your shoulder and just breathe in your sweet scent
which is exactly what he does at your wedding reception, when it’s time for the couple’s first dance
you start out in proper frame, loose enough that you can gaze into each other’s eyes, strong enough that you don’t fall apart - just the way your instructor taught the two of you
but it’s a small reception, mostly just your families and some close friends, so kai doesn’t feel too shy about ditching your pre-learned dance at some point and just swaying on the dance floor, his head on your shoulders
everyone knows the two of you are in love - he’s just showing it
you expected this, of course - I mean it’s kai, and you know him well at this point
so when this happens you just sigh a little in protest, murmuring this isn’t part of the dance in his ear
but you can’t disguise the smile in your voice, and kai hears it very well
so he doesn’t feel guilty when he just smiles into the base of your neck and says just a minute, I like it here
the entire venue is probably cooing, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the flash of the wedding photographer taking pictures of you two
the other boys are probably engaging in some sort of paparazzi-esque idiocy too
but all of it just makes you laugh because - really, it’s perfect
the actual dance doesn’t matter too much, not as long as kai is in your arms and you’re in his
he eventually lifts his head, smiling at you with that soft, puppy-like look on his face
and this time, it’s your turn to lean your head against his shoulder, eyes closing in bliss
somewhere, as kai sways you to the music gently, gently, you hear the click of cameras, the hushed giggles of the crowd
and all you can do then is smile
because the moment is perfect, so very perfect - the sweet music and kai’s arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest
I love you, you whisper
you feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest, and then he says
I love you too.
If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3
(1 reblog = 1 prayer for me because txt is absolutely going to murder me one of these days)
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MY LIEGE HELP I RECENTLY WATCHED TANAKA KUN IS SO LISTLESS AND I CANT STOP BRAINROTTING ABT IT
its slice of life/comedy and lowkey kinda queercoded like i sense a smidge of pqr around here yk
anyway since req are open ! hope you dont kind if i request malleus, jade, rook and whoever else you want with an gn s/o thats really tired all the time ??
like s/o is so tired all the time they end up have to carry them to class all the time. (maybe a scenario where theres like a fire drill and the character lost their s/o in the building. they got lost bc theyre always carried all the time so they dont know where the emergency routes are AJSJDJD)
or maybe one time it rained and they were almost at their dorm and it was raining a lil, whatever no biggie, but then it started pouring and they were like "just a lil more. i can make it" and got sick the next dayAHEUDJF
headcanon or scenario up to you !!! i just want to embrace my new kin Tanaka he is such a weirdo and i love him so muchAUAJHWJDG
KFDSMKGDM!! I AM A LIEGE NOW?! faints
i've never heard of this but i will put it on my neverending list of anime to watch!! i'm happy to provide this for you anon.
i also included riddle because why not?
MALLEUS DRACONIA
someone set the alchemy room on fire. again. this had to be like the fifth time this week (albeit it didn’t happen during the science club this time around). everyone evacuated the building and was waiting for the whole thing to be under control, which wouldn’t take long.
malleus had no trouble getting out. he was feeding his digital pet while waiting for the whole situation to blow over-
“malleus-sama, where’s (y/n)?” sebek asks. “usually they’re with you.”
malleus almost dropped his digital pet. “(Y/N)!!!” he exclaims, running back inside the building. it was rare to see malleus panic. he had accidentally left you in the building!
eventually he found you. you were wandering around, and it wasn’t far from the exit he entered through. he could only sigh in relief as he took your hand while you yawned. “you always come to my rescue~” you smile.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
getting through assignments was tough when you were tired. all the time. but your boyfriend was riddle rosehearts so he was going to get you to finish your work one way or another.
“alright (y/n). there’s one more problem...” he wanted to cry seeing how many parts there were. that was literally half the alphabet! how did professor crewel expect them to do it? “we got this!”
“yeah! we got this!” you smiled.
it only took about five hours. you fell asleep. riddle decided to say “fuck it” and did the whole problem before adding the answers to a sheet. he’d let you use it when you woke up. although he was too tired to go back to his dorm and fell asleep on your carpet.
“hmm? are we done?” you yawned as you woke up. you looked back at riddle before picking him up and putting him in a guest room. he worked hard. he deserved to rest.
ROOK HUNT
“rook! rook!” you whined as you followed him in the hallway. you two were heading to class.
“yes trickster? what can i do for you?” he smiles.
“do you think we can dance today? i want to continue my lessons!” you pouted. you had asked rook to help you multiple times. though it seemed that most of the time ended with you falling asleep.
“ah okay. we’ll meet at the pomefiore ballroom for practice later. okay?” he smiled upon seeing your excited nod.
turns out today would be like those most times where you fell asleep on rook’s chest while you two were dancing. he kept you up. but he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere and being close to you. it was peaceful compared to the hectic environment of nrc.
JADE LEECH
“can’t i at least get out of bed!” you whine. you were trying to sit up but fell back down, feeling the intense fatigue take over your body again. you could feel how much your body wanted to sleep.
“no. look you can barely stand up.” he huffs. “you got sick from yesterday’s shower. and you must deal with the consequences.” jade helps you sit up and uses multiple pillows to prop you up.
“i was so close.” you pout.
“well it’s not so bad.” jade puts the tray of food on your lap. “i mean, i get to spend the day with you. and hopefully not get sick. i probably won’t. my immune system is impeccable, as azul would say.”
“well that means you’re the best boyfriend.” you yawned.
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can you recommend any American historical romance novels (not like…Westerns, I’m thinking more like….Vanderbilt, Edwardian era, if that makes sense?) bc I have such a hard time finding them but I think you’ve recommended a few once upon a time
Yeah, for sure!
What I think you're looking for especially is the Gilded Age, which was that amazing time when New York City was the center of the universe, everyone was spending money left and right, there was a very exclusive, unofficial club called "the Four Hundred", which was predicated on this concept (proposed by a Southerner, not a New Yorker) that there were really only 400 truly fashionable people in the city. Orgies were had, horses were brought into ballrooms. It was LUXE.
The reigning queen of Gilded Age romance is for sure Joanna Shupe, one of my all-time favorite romance novelists. Her first three historicals are traditional England books (and they're very good) but since then, aside from a few novellas here and there, she pretty much exclusively writes Gilded Age. I have not read all of them, but only because I've been saving some of her backlist (and good thing, because she's taking this year off from full-length historicals).
I've read and would recommend:
Magnate--this is the first full book in her Knickerbocker Club series, which is basically four dudes doing mean rich man shit in various industries while getting kicked in the balls by love. The hero is a self-made man who ends up compromising the sister of one of the other guys in the club, and the beef is REAL between these dudes. Anyway, heroine is kind of okay with marrying him until she overhears at the wedding!!! That her brother basically forced the marriage. And then she's all HONEYMOON'S OVER!!! I DEMAND AN ANNULMENT!!!! It's not super complicated, but I found it really engaging and romantic.
Also, the heroine is delightfully dickmatized. There's a scene where the hero is like "I have these scars on my back because when I worked in a factory I got hit by a giant falling pipe, but the pipe was only falling because I did shitty work in an effort to get off the clock quickly and run to my favorite brothel". And she's like "oh. You POOR man!!!"
Uptown Girls--A trilogy about three sisters whose father is rich and one of the most influential people in New York Society.
First book is eldest daughter/daddy's lawyer (fixer) who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks; second is middle daughter/casino owner she asks to mentor her in running a casino, and he's like "sure" when really he wants REVEEEENGE upon her father; third book is youngest daughter (goody two shoes)/gangster who finds himself completely gut punched by her.
Fifth Avenue Rebels--A four-book series about a cluster of people (human disasters) falling in love. The first book takes place at a house party in Newport wherein shit goes the fuck down, and a lot of what spins out afterwards can be linked back to the party.
First book is childhood friends to lovers after the hero realizes said friend is about to get engaged to a handsome, absolute 10/10 (completely broke) duke; second book is a seduction lessons book in which the sluttiest guy in the series agrees to teach the shyest girl how to be hot in exchange for recipes from her chef so that he can start a supper club and become a real boy; third book is an enemies to lovers "oops we hooked up" book about a ruthless businessman and the woman who thought they were gonna get arranged married, but he's like "no" and she's like "WOOOOW" but then they hook up at a masked sex party that was in fact a real Gilded Age event; fourth book lets us know that stuffy 10/10 perfect duke actually likes it rough and has been having a back and forth with the wild child girl of the group, and now they're in an enemies to lovers dance that is sure to leave both of them CRUSHED.
She has another full Gilded Age series, the Four Hundred, but I've been saving that. Will probs read soon.
Harper St. George writes Gilded Age as well. Haven't read, will read, have heard good things about it.
Beverly Jenkins does write westerns, but she also writes Reconstruction books, and really hits a lot of different parts of America and time periods. I would recommend trying To Catch A Raven, a heist book she has wherein the leads have to pretend to be married to like? Steal back the Declaration of Independence? And of course, there's the classic Indigo, wherein the heroine works in the Underground Railroad and meets the hero right after he's had the shit beaten out of him. She nurses him back to health, he turns out to be a total rake type, and they have this long, epic, angsty love story. Deals a lot with the subject of slavery, so heads up, but I find it absolutely gorgeous.
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