- WITH NO PLACE TO GO.

VARIOUS  LOST   OF    BAT OUT OF HELL.    WRITTEN BY KITTY.     

[princehoseok]

[chan-gemma]

So, we need to get out of here immediately because this bar is full of demons[…]. Chidi and I are going to go out the side door. You and Tahani go out the back.

[wendlabergmann]

Danielle Wade - “In My Own Little Corner” -  R&H Goes Live!

[fevergrow]

allrevved·:

         it gets harder to pretend she doesn’t really care by the second. the facade is pointless anyway, really. the only person they’re even remotely fooling is themselves, and look where that got them — burning skin pressed against her hands and a comfortable fog clouding anything that isn’t him. but the veneer is almost as intoxicating as he is, with its whispers that if she stays behind it, if she keeps him at arms distance all while pulling their bodies close, then she’s safe. kace’s walls may be built higher and stronger, visible even to the untrained eye, but ella’s are hidden, and that may make them all the more dangerous. each hot kiss, every tight embrace and every press of their bodies against each other is a clash of their walls, each hit chipping away a piece until eventually, there’ll be nothing left. even now, painfully aware of how much fuller her chest feels when he’s near, she’s not sure if she’s ready for her barricade to fall.

         his laugh is another chip at the bricks, and his name falls out of her mouth, whispered and dripping in reverence. her fingers twitch closer to the skin before she pulls them away when he moves his arm, dropping her hand against his chest as she looks at him, eyes wide. ❛ he’s a piece of shit. ❜ she says simply, gaze sliding back to his arm as soon as she sees his smile. the expression still sends a jolt through her traitorous heart, but her chest twists hearing him make this kind of stuff into not a big deal. it is to her. her hand creeps back up to the dark mark on his bicep when his arms move back into place, and she spares him a glance, a spark of anger in her eyes that flickers away almost as quickly as it had appeared. her voice is uncharacteristically soft when she speaks, her fingers still brushing against the bruise as feather-light as her breath on his skin. ❛ you can’t let him keep hurting you guys like this, kace. why’s he hate you so much anyway? ❜

          she treats him like he’s beautiful.                 like  he’s  some  kind  of  pure   unsoiled  thing  when  he  is  quite  the  opposite,   all  battle  scars  and  bloodied  knuckles.    ella  is  the  beautiful  one  here.      and  he  means  that  beyond  saying  she’s  sexy,    which  she  definitely  is.      but  he  notices  the  sparkle  of  her  eyes   JUST  AS  MUCH    as  he  does  the  curve  of  her  hip,   the  bump  of  her  breast.      there  are  so  many  lovely  parts  of  her  that  he  won’t  acknowledge  aside  from  stray  kisses  and  roaming  hands .   (  using  his  voice  would  mean  accepting  something  new;    to put it out into the world is to give it legs,  let it walk all over him.   )    but  she  touches  his  bruises  like  they’re  purple  splotches  of  paint  on  a  canvas,   like  they’re  just  another  thing  that  makes  him   ART.    kace  can’t  say  he  agrees  with  her  choices,   but  he’s  found  there’s  no  sense  in  trying  to  talk  her  out  of  something  once  she’s  set   her  mind  on  it.    he  does  like  seeing  her  angry,   though,    especially  on  his  behalf.         it  makes  her  even  hotter.       it  means  she  cares  about  him;     it  means  she’s  the  only  one  that  does.

                he  uses  his  other  arm  to  brush  her  away  from  the  bruise,    intertwining  their  fingers  as  a  bark  of  a  laugh  escapes  him.      the  next  words  are  said  as  if  they’re  the  most  obvious  in  the  world,   but  that’s  because  she  can’t  exactly   DISAGREE   with  them.      “  cause  i’m  a  dick,   ella.     we’re  both  dicks  on  our  own,   so  we’re  extra  dickish  to  each  other.  ”       he  still  remembers  her  in  that  little  waitress  uniform  blowing  smoke  out  of  her  ears  at  the  sight  of  him  in  her  section.     he  would  flick  straw  wrappers  on  the  floor,   mispronounce  menu  options,   be  an  all  around  nightmare  for  anyone  in  customer  service.      no  one,  he’s  sure,   had  hated  him  more  than   HER   upon  their  first  meeting.    “ come  on,  babe.     i’m  sure  you’ve  wanted  to  break  my  nose  a  few  times.    look  in  your  heart  and  you’ll  see  that’s  exactly  what  ricky  wants  too.    and  i’ll  hit  him  right  back  for  fucking  with  max.  ”

[forcryingoutbat]

Jessica Jaunich as Valkyrie was incredible! Blake has always been one of my favourites, but I'm not even mad anymore

[florenzies-deactivated20260225]

i’m one of the lucky ones. because you survived? …aye, that too.

[rohie-deactivated20191102]

[fevergrow]

ELLA.

          he’s called her babe before. he’s called her a lot of other things before, too, but for some reason, this time, the pet name floats in the haze and surrounds them, sending a fluttery feeling up from her stomach into her chest. ella knows that this, the way they’re sitting, the way they’re looking at each other — this isn’t what friends do. this isn’t even what friends with benefits, fuckbuddies, whatever they want to call themselves this time, do. there’s something heavier behind everything they do, like each gentle touch and lingering kiss and look that lasted just a little too long and burned a little too much are a part of her once they’ve happened, sinking into her skin and making a home inside her chest where they’ll stay, slowly burning forever. she wonders if he feels the same, if her fingers on his chest, weightless as the touch is as her skin brushes against his, feels like an imprint, or if they fade away as the moment passes, like they should be for her too. 

          she laughs when he slides his arms out of his sleeves to the be picture of relaxation, and her fingers stop tracing his skin for a moment as she takes in his biceps and the muscle she knows is waiting underneath them. she’s not blind, after all. while one hand ( the one pressed over his heart ) stays on his chest, the other reaches out to one arm, another feather-light touch brushing against a different bruise. this one’s darker than some of the others, the middle almost black and only the faintest hint of green on the edges — her only consolation that it’s at least been a few days since it happened and it’s not as fresh as it looks.  ❛ this one wasn’t here last time. ❜ her voice is softer, now, a far cry from where they’d been only moments before.

          neither of them are stupid.                 they  can’t  beat  their  own  selves  in  a  foot  race,  fumbling  over  their  own  cognitive  dissonance  towards  the  finish  line  as  they   swear  to  god   that  the  root  of  all  this  affection  is   SOLELY   attraction.   he  can  puff,  puff,  pass  away  as  much  as  he  wants   -   but  it  won’t  change  the  fact  that  he’s  addicted  to  her  in  the  first  place.    ella  is   SPECIAL,  and  as  someone  who’s  never  had  anything  of  value  to  lose,   the  thought  of  indulging  too  deep  in  her  scares  him.    (  that doesn’t stop him though;   he’s infamous for breaking his toys.   )    he  knows  she  feels  the  same  way   -   her  thighs  bordering  his  sides,  her  hands  on  his  chest,  she  has  to.   kace  has  never  been  in  a  real  relationship,  but  he  knows  this  isn’t  akin  to  the   fleeting  ones   he’s  had.    there’s  nothing  they  can  do  but  swim  down  to  the  floor  of  their  own  delusion,  and  maybe,  just  maybe,  hold  their  breath  and  hope  that  the  other  will  eventually  come  up  for  air.

                 ella’s  concern  makes  him  laugh.   it’s  how  he  usually  reacts  to  concern,  since  most  of  the  time,  it  isn’t  genuine.   when  kace  sees  that  hers  is,  he  clicks  his  tongue  and  lifts  his  arm  to  examine  the  splotch.      “  that’s  a  gift  from  our  ol’  pal  rick.    i  started  it,  just  ‘cause  he  was   picking  on  max,   and  the  dumbass  tried  to  hit  me  with  his  phone.  ”       something  which  had  obviously   WORKED,   since  he’s  currently  having  a  staring  contest  with  the  third,  black  eye  on  his  arm.   still,  it’s  as  if  this  is  all  a  joke  to  him.   he  returns  his  arm  to  it’s  place,  resting  behind  his  ear,  and  gives  ella  a  sly  grin.    “  he  broke  the  screen  on  the  ground.    and  i  would’ve  broken  his  fingers  if  he  hadn’t  run  off  all  mad.    fuckin’  moron.  ”

[forcryingoutbat]

…I was actually raised by wolves.

(Emily Benjamin and Charlotte Anne Steen)

[eyelashwish]

i get over things so fast but also i don’t get over things. ever ❤️ if i’m not over it i am because i’m over it. no i’m not <3

[fevergrow]

@allrevved.   /   u already know we ridin the vanilla train

     one of the questions he gets                 asked  the  most  in  interviews  is  if  the  competition  makes  him  anxious.    kace  has  never  been  an  outwardly  cocky  person,  but  it’s  hard  not  to  laugh  in  response  when  he’s  practically  bringing  in  half  the  high  ratings  singlehandedly.   the  other  half  of  the  ratings  however,  comes  from  ella.   ella,  who  he’s  asked  about  in  interviews  even  more  so  than  he  is  his  nerves.   he’s  told  to  play  up  their  rivalry  as  much  as  he  can  while  the  cameras  are  rolling    (  the fans just love the drama;  the thrill of their fabricated personal lives  ),    but  said  cameras  have  been  turned  off  for  the  night.    this  means  there’s  no  need  for  some  phony  rivalry  as  he  finds  her  in  the  house’s  grand  kitchen.   no,  this  rivalry  will  be  entirely   REAL.

                 fresh  off  a  phone  call  with  his  mom,  kace  slips  his  cell  into  his  back  pocket  and  elbows  his  way  towards  the  fridge  to  grab  an  orange  for  himself    (  pollyanna’s doing.   she wants him to stay healthy.  )   from  there,  he  raises  an  eyebrow  at  her.      “  -  what,  a  guy  can’t  even  eat  in  peace  ?  ”    

[fevergrow]

ELLA.

          it’s like she wasn’t completely aware of the position she was putting them in until now, once the adrenaline’s mostly faded and she’s left sitting on top of kace with her hands pressed hard against his bare chest. she can feel his heart beating fast ( too fast for it to be normal, but — she just rolled him over pretty quickly, maybe that’s all it is ) under her hands, his skin warm under her fingers as his chest rises and falls with his breath. but she doesn’t move them, because that would be calling attention to where she’s placed her hands — how they’re right over his heart, and she can feel it beating fast and not slowing down even though he doesn’t seem out of breath at all — and things would probably get weird if she did that. so she stays and sits on top of him, hands still pressed against the heat of his skin as she stares down at his chest, drinking in the patchwork of the light scars and the dark bruises that cover most of his chest, a flicker of warmth licking at her chest the longer she stares down at him. 

          she’s barely aware of her fingers brushing over a healing bruise, the pad of her pointer finger roaming over the red, then to the purple, and the echo of green on the very edges. she looks up at his face, at the green echo mirrored in his hair, and she shoots him a dazed smile.  ❛ maybe we both win like this, yeah? ❜ the dreamy sound to her voice is a stark contrast from the teasing edge it had before, and if you hadn’t known they were making fun of each other only minutes ago, you wouldn’t have suspected it. the fuzzy feeling is spreading through her entire body now, and she wonders if he can feel the heat tingling in the tips of her fingers still pressed against his chest. 

             this isn’t the first time they’ve                 been  so  close,  so  intimate.   this  is  child’s  play  compared  to  what  they  normally  get  up  to   -   especially  in  this  space,  in  this  room  when  the  door  is  locked  and  max  is  gone.    but  there’s  an  ache  in  kace  today  that  leads  her  touch   (  gentle fingers tracing patterns he can’t comprehend  )   towards  feeling  healing  rather  than  heavy.    the  bruise  ella’s  soft  hands  are  focused  on  isn’t  exactly  new,  but  it’s  still  a  shiner.    every  ring  of  painful  color  is  a  carefully  crafted  gift  from  one  of  falco’s  goons.   kace  doesn’t  know  his  name,  he  doesn’t   CARE   to  know  his  name   -   there  are  very  few  people  he  keeps  track  of.   max,  because  he’s  his  one  friend.   demi,  because  max  can’t  fool  him.   falco,  because  he’s  a  threat.   and  ELLA   -   ella  because  she  seems  to  transcend  every  category  he  would  usually  sort  someone  into.   he  didn’t  have  a  box  to  put  people  he  kisses  in.   people  his  heart  beats  faster  around.   there’s  never  been  a  need  for  something  so  ridiculous  before,  not  until  now. 

                  despite  the  slow  state  of  them,  he  wouldn’t  describe  the  atmosphere  as  sleepy.    it’s  more  like  they’re  dazed;   baked,  as  he  likes  to  say,  reminding  himself  yet  again  that  this  is   a  girl  with  sugary  perfume  induced  high   that  he’ll  soon  come  down  from.   kace  doesn’t  know  what  it  is  that  attracts  ella  to  him,  but  he  certainly  isn’t   COMPLAINING   as  she  straddles  him.      “  -  if  that  helps  you  sleep  at  night  babe,  yeah.    keep  tellin’  yourself  that.  ”       as  if  to  emphasize  his  comfort,  kace  slides  his  arms  out  of  his  jacket  and  props  them  behind  his  head,  mimicking  the  way  one  lounges  on  a  lawn  chair  by  the  pool.   for  a  split  second,  his  eyes  flutter  shut  in  relaxation,  but  he  reopens  them  slightly  as  soon  as  he  misses  the  sight  of  her  face.

[macherierps]

[fevergrow]

allrevved‌:

          a strangled sounding squawk shoots out of her when the support on her back suddenly disappears, and she falls hard against the mattress, eyes wide with surprise. even if her landing is cushioned, the surprise of it leaves her breathless, and her eyes bore into his smug expression, playful betrayal painted clear across her face. something about seeing him smiling and watching him joking around like this — even when it leads to her being DROPPED which she does not appreciate, kace! — makes something deep inside her chest feel fuzzy and fluttery. before things can spiral out of control, ella quickly silences the voice in her mind trying to helpfully explain why, and she hopes he doesn’t notice the warmth she can feel creeping onto her cheeks. maybe she’s breathless for more reasons than just her unexpected landing. she doesn’t really know what to think about that. 

          so naturally, she decides not to think about it at all, and focuses instead on the task at hand. ella scans him for a moment as her brain churns out a plan, and the sudden flicker of mischief in her expression is the only warning he gets before her hand shoots out towards his arm, a triumphant laugh escaping as she tugs him down against her and swiftly rolls to the left, leaving her sitting pretty on top of his stomach. she shoots him a cocky grin, pressing both hands flat against his chest as she leans closer to his face, mirroring his position over her from just moments before.  ❛ yeah, it is nice. ❜

         the sight of her, breathless and                 shocked  below  him,  reminds  him  of  both  the  past  and  the  present.   months  ago,   she  looked  at  him  with  a  different  kind  of  contempt.   what  ella  glares  at  him  now  is  a   PLAYFUL   kind   -   a  kind  that  kace  tries  to  worm  out  of  her  on  occasion.   her  past  contempt,  however,  was  real.   it  was  a  stingy  gaze  cast  across  diner  tiles  as  he  lounged,  fairly,  like  an  asshole,  in  her  section  of  the  seat  map.   each  and  every  day  she  would  hate  him,  detest  him,  probably  pray  he  would  trip  on  his  way  out  the  door   -   and  he  was  used  to  it,  because  she  was  one  in  a  million  to  give  him  such  a  look.   and  she  was  the  only  person  to  ever  turn  that  around,  to  drop  his  idea  of  people  on  its  big  head.    FOR  WHAT,   kace  doesn’t  know,  but  he  thinks  it  may  have  something  to  do  with  the  way  they  can’t  glare  at  one  another without  grinning  anymore.

                   he  knows  her  now,  so  he  should  have  seen  the  swiftness  of  her  move  coming.    even  if  he  could  have  deflected  it,  fought  against  it   -   he  wouldn’t  have  anyway.    (  no  boy  like  him  in  his  right  mind  would  ever  say  no  to  the  position  he’s  now  in.   )     kace  doesn’t  yelp,  but  he  gives  a  tired  laugh  as  he  accepts  his  fate  and  flops  his  full  back  against  the  bed.    he’s  paying  more  mind  to  her  hands  on  his  chest  than  he  is  his  heart  beating  a   tad  faster   inside  it.   a  sleepy,  playfully  contemptuous  gaze  is  thrown  up  to  her.    “  -  y’know,  this  is  actually  more  comfortable  for  me.       so,  thanks.   ”

[fevergrow]

ELLA.

        she’s not quite sure when this became her normal. sitting there on his bed, his arm on her waist and his lips on her neck and the memory of his mouth against hers still hot on her lips, when only months ago ella’s face would darken in a scowl just from seeing the familiar mop of green and brown hair lounging in her section. there’s a sense of comfort in their relationship, knowing that there’s nothing serious in it. they’re friends, now, actual friends — that part’s real, sure. but the fire between them, the heat that bursts from their bodies whenever their skin touches, there’s nothing serious there, and that’s what makes it — him — so damn addicting. ( yeah, that’s it. ) a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling of his lips on her neck, eyes falling shut for a moment as bliss spreads across her face before he pulls away, and the mischief shines in her face as she looks at him once more.

        ❛ hey, you’re the one who made the decision to do this, y’know. ❜ she teases, fingers giving his hair another little tug before ruffling it so it falls into his face. she mirrors his expression down to the eyebrow raise, and then breaks it with a grin, sticking her tongue out between her teeth. her gaze directs upwards in mock thought as she arches her back into his hand a bit more as though to stretch. ❛ but i dunno, i think i’m kinda into this. feels nice, got some good support. ❜   

       if one wants to get technical,                they  could  say  that  she  wasn’t  all  of  his  firsts.   she  wasn’t  his  first  kiss,  she  wasn’t  his  first  time   -   but  she  was  the  first  to  see  him  again  after  either  of  those  things.   kace  isn’t  a   people  person   by  any  means.   he  finds  it  just  as  hard  to  meet  romantic  partners  as  he  does  friends,  and  solely  because  socializing  isn’t  his  thing.   he’s  all  too  used  to  saying  no,  because  that’s  the  easy  thing  to  do,  and  then  all  too  used  to  people   ACCEPTING   that  no  and  moving  on  to  someone  that’s  less  work.    the  reason,  he  thinks,  that  ella  has  stuck  around  long  enough  for  him  to  remember  her  name,  long  enough  for  her  to  become  frequent,  is  because  she  never  took  no  for  an  answer.   she’s  had  practice  not  taking  it  from  others,  making  him  a  slightly  brisk  walk  in  the  park.   a  part  of  kace  thinks  he’s  a   CHALLENGE   to  her.    he’s  a  testament  to  just  how  headstrong  she  is,  just  how  powerful  her  wiles  are,   -   and  maybe  he’ll  admit  to  that.

             “   oh,  is’at  the  case  ?    well  then,  alright.  “    troublemaking  smirk  only  snakes  wider  along  his  face  as  his  quickly  hatched  plot  comes  to  fruition.    with  one  swift  movement,  he  yanks  his  arm  out  from  under  her,  leaving  her  no  support  but  her   not  even   grip  on  his  hair.    from  there,  he  stands  over  her  and  cranes  his  neck  down  so  that  she  can  get  a  full  view  of  just  how   SMUG  he’s  looking.      “  -  you’re  right.   this  does  feel  nice.   ”

[forcryingoutbat]

Vicki Manser in Bat Out Of Hell at West End Live 2018

[fevergrow]

ELLA.

          her chest blooms with delight at the sight of his smile, her own grin brightening at the music of the laugh he doesn’t quite manage to quiet. she knows these aren’t reactions he has often, having observed him around his classmates at the diner and hearing his stories from the halls, and as upsetting as the thought of that is, a selfish part of her enjoys that the sweetness of his smiles seems to be reserved for just her. that softness that lifts the storms clouding his face to reveal the sky blue of his eyes as he gazes down at her, pressing her tight against him, and the way his hair falls into his eyes when he laughs — those are sights only for her, and she’s surprised by how much she likes that thought.

          ❛ that was the plan, so i’m glad you agree. ❜ her face still grows warm when his lips touch her skin, as though each time was the first time. a shiver runs down her back and a content hum vibrates softly in her chest as she presses her lips gently against his. she could definitely stay like this all night. she laughs as they pull away, reaching her free hand up to run her fingers through his hair as she gazes up at him. she grins playfully, cocking her head to the side as she gives his hair a little tug. ❛ i’m sure they’ll live. ❜

        she’s become, though he won’t                 admit  it,  a  natural  part  of  his  life.   kissing  her  is  as  easy,  as  routine  as  kissing  a  cigarette.   it’s  almost  as  intoxicating,  too.   kace  never  thought  he  would  live  to  see  the  day  where  he  routinely  craved  something  more  than  nicotine   -   but  ella  had  been  an  unexpected  addition  to  his  life  in  more  ways  than  one.    it’s  nothing   SERIOUS,   he  tells  himself.   no  matter  how  she  makes  him  smile,  makes  him  laugh:  it’s  no  big  deal.    she’s  a  drug  he  hits  sometimes  to  feel  good,   to  up  his  spirits  after  the  world  shits  on  him  as  it  so  often  does.    and  she  uses  him  in  the  same  way,  so  it’s  fair.    there’s  no  harm  in  what  they’re  doing,  messing  around  like  this.   as  long  as  he  tells  himself  that,  he’ll  be  able  to  enjoy  her  company  with   minimal   strings  attached. 

              “   i  could  care  less.   “    he  says  of  the  diner  as  he  dips  his  head  down  to  plant  a  kiss  to  her  neck.    the  fact  that  girls  aren’t  allowed  on  campus  like  this  only  makes  her  taste  sweeter.   that,  coupled  with  him  only  just  returning  from  a  meeting   ABOUT   his  incorrigible  behavior  makes  ella  irresistible.   kace  lets  her  play  with  his  hair  for  a  moment  before  cocking  his  head  to  the  side  she’s  leant  to  and  raising  a  playful  eyerbrow.    “  -  you  mind  if  i   lay  down,   or  do  i  gotta  stand  here  and  prop  you  up  all  night  ?  ”