#flashback: 001

[azzie-the-angel]

flashback: locked out of heaven

He forgot how delightful the simple pleasures humans enjoyed were until he had a chance to briefly shirk his responsibilities and sneak down to Earth once again. None of it meant anything of course but it was nice to avoid his duty and indulge. He knocked another ball into the corner socket when the bar suddenly picked up as a group of disorderly women made their presence known - a bachelorette party by the sounds of it. Asmodel chuckled to himself as he began to re-rack the balls for another game. Mortals and their traditions...

@auroraxjett​

[matthaa]

“I Sing The Body Electric”

@adamfagan​

“Wait a second…” he narrowed his eyes at the open page of his bible, Matt flipped the page back and forth in confusion. “I thought we were reading First Corinthians. How are we already on Galatians?” he looked over at Adam with a confused look on his face. Matt wasn’t interested in bible study whatsoever. In fact, studying was the last thing he wanted to do tonight. The only reason why he even agreed to bible study was for Adam. He could tell how devoted Adam was to his faith, which Matt couldn’t blame at all. They both went to Catholic school after all. 

Although Matt had intentions to finally make a move on Adam, he wanted to play his cards carefully. He wasn’t blind to the glances he caught from Adam. In fact, Matt had the speculation that Adam was just like him– attracted to guys. Tonight was his night to figure that out. He released a heavy sigh as he leaned his back against the wall. “Do you think we could take a break for a bit? I’m sure the Lord won’t hate you for having thirty minutes of free time.”

[stupid-jae]

red & blue lights | flashback

Sabia que era loucura o que estava fazendo e as suas reais intenções, mas lá estava o Jaehwan sentado em sua cama encarando a porta ansiosamente às duas e meia da madrugada. Suas mãos suavam em uma mistura de nervosismo e medo, embora uma parte de si estivesse mais que excitada com aquela situação insana e cheia de riscos em que havia oficialmente decido entrar. Não tinha para onde correr, ou melhor, não queria correr em outra direção que não fosse aquela: seu coração batia cada vez mais forte e seu corpo desejava mais e mais o melhor amigo de seu irmão, Seunghyun. Como podia ter se permitido cair no inocente charme do mais novo? Todos os consideravam irmãos graças ao constante convívio, mas como poderia vê-lo dessa forma se seu corpo aquecia apenas ao tê-lo em sua mente? Sentia-se incrivelmente errado por ser um homem de vinte e um anos apaixonado por um garoto de dezessete.

Ao ouvir discretas batidas, Jae pulou de sua cama em direção a porta para abri-la com cuidado e se deparar com um Seung trajado de pijama e com um olhar alarmado. Não conseguiu resistir em abrir um sorriso ao vê-lo ali; a comprovação de que ele realmente queria ir ao seu quarto. — Soosoo está dormindo pesado mesmo, huh? — perguntou de seu irmão antes de abrir espaço para que o mais novo entrasse no cômodo, fechando a porta atrás de si. Sua vontade era de puxá-lo para si naquele mesmo segundo e ter seus lábios unidos aos dele, mas não desejava assustá-lo, então apenas entrelaçou seus dedos nos dele. — Você nunca entrou aqui antes, né?

[chaos--crossing]

“I’m supposed to be with your sister you know.” Jules smiled at her words, as though their secret wouldn’t get her shunned till the end of time when Callie found out what was going on between them, what had been going on between them for far too long now. Yet as he leaned over and pressed a kiss against her cheek she forgot everything she’d been complaining about a moment ago. Julian had a habit of doing that to her, of making her forget what she was doing and everything else associated with it. A sigh fell from her lips, “you’re going to be the death of me.” he laughed softly in response and she knew that he would never make a single apology for anything. Typical. A second later he was out of the car and walking around her direction. It took her only a moment to remember that if she didn’t get to it first he’d open the car door and escort her… and Warren had always hated that. “Where are we?” she questioned, pulling herself from the passenger seat of the SUV with a thud. “Do you trust me?” like he even had to ask. Instead of responding she rolled her eyes and slipped into his open arm, head on his shoulder for a moment as he placed his hand on her back and guided her forward in the direction of the large house in front of them. They’d driven for an hour, out of the city and into the burbs, where the houses towered in size, nothing like the cabin he’d built on the outskirts or the blueprints he’d drafted for the new skyscraper in the city (though those had never been his favorites to do). These homes were regal, eloquent, where those with the money they didn’t know what to do with lived. “I have a surprise for you.” Warren hated surprises, he knew that. Yet they stood outside of the red door and he lifted a fist to knock at it. Her hazel eyes stayed on him, still questioning. An older woman with dark blonde hair, a toddler on her hip, and another one peering out from around the corner greeted them with a chaotic smile, as if she hadn’t seen the ability to relax in days, “You must be Julian.” she welcomed and ushered them in, “can i get you guys drinks? They’re in the back room. Please excuse the mess. Four under five doesn’t leave me much time to clean ...plus those monsters in the back room…”> was she supposed to have any idea what was going on? She wasn’t even sure Julian was listening at this point. A little boy in a princess dress had taken over his attention, he had to have been the middle of the brood, he was busy showing Jules a toy car with bright green excited eyes as if he didn’t get many new visitors. “Harrison, are you making a new friend?” the woman asked her son as the toddler in her arms started to wrestle into escaping towards Jules too. He was so good with them, with kids and people alike, she’d never understood it. How everyone always seemed to want to attach to him. Who was she kidding? She more than understood it. “Watch out, I can give you one of these to take along with you too. Goodness knows I’ve got enough of them.” the toddler girl who’d previously been in her arms was now crawling her way to Jules, arms outstretched for his attention. “Where are my manners? I’m Josie.” she introduced, hand outstretched. Warren didn’t question it, instead, she reached out her own, “Warren. I’m his…” she looked towards Jules for a second before smiling, “Oh I know sweetheart. He gave me a whole biography. That’s a requirement of mine when you’re taking a rascal home.” Warren looked between them confused. “Oh, this is a surprise, isn’t it?” Josie questioned as Jules nodded, both kids now babbling onto him different stories. “Hazel, Harrison… can you two show him where the doggies are?” suddenly, both little sets of eyes lit up as they both pointed in the direction of a back room. She followed along beside the small crowd that was making their way toward the back room when she started to hear it, tiny whimpers and barks from numerous little voices, “guess he didn’t tell you, my aussie got out a few months ago and decided to tangle up with a husky. I didn’t know what else to do with these monsters. My husband and I were looking for consultation on a new beach house when we mentioned they were coming and boy… your boyfriend here looked like a kid in a candy store. Please, feel free… whichever one you want.” Warren’s eyes lit up instantly as the fenced-in puppies came into view. “The only one you probably don’t want is the one still in the doghouse back there. We’re not sure what’s going on with him… or if he’ll… you know…” as the woman spoke, fluffy brown ears popped up, blue eyes shown out from inside of the dog house as wobbly legs began to fumble to stand, “he’s kind of a grey area for living and d-y-i-n-g” right now.” it was then that Warren finally glanced at Jules who had taken his eyes off of the kids for a moment. He, as he always did, knew exactly what she was going to say without the words having to ever be spoken. “You would” he smirked, voice under his breath as the other puppies scampered around for attention and Warren b-lined it straight back for the clumsy one. “Come on Grey.” lifting up the runt she kissed the top of his head for a moment, name feeling natural and ...right as she nuzzled him closer to her. “Let’s see if we can figure out what’s going on with you, okay?” and just like that, it was sealed.

[mays-larb-blog]

( Flashback // May + Logan )

   WHO May + Logan @a-damantiumskeleton    WHEN Circa 2016 — roughly 1 (and a lil bit) year after Uncle Ben's untimely death    WHERE This one bar that does really bangin' cocktails          May Parker was trying to "get back out there" even though she hated that stupid saying with every fibre of her being. Plenty of times she'd said already how alrighty she would be with becoming a lonely spinster, ebbing away to nothing, dressed head to toe in black lace for the rest of her days. Besides, she had Peter to occupy her time. He was growing up, y'know? These were sensitive and strange times for him and she had better things to do than...Tinder. Or match dot com. Whatever. So she'd ditched the date and wound up at one of her old fave bars she hadn't been to in forever, pretty settled on the fact she was going to just die alone with one Peter, one Ned and several tubs of ice cream.

It was too soon. Right? She was being too hasty, trying to take on too much as usual and if Ben were here he would--- A sigh passed her lips as she tugged on her dress. That was supposed to be the whole point of this though, to not think about...everything that had happened and just have- how had her gals put it?- fun. Well, online dating was not fun and the guy she'd showed up to meet was wearing these trousers, you know, too high up on the leg and he wasn't wearing socks. Who did that? Sure, she wasn't actually almost under the hill but she definitely couldn't date someone in boat shoes with no socks on. This was New York, not the Bahamas. Oh god... When had she gotten so boring?

The answer to that was obvious and she elected to ignore it. Peter, kind and sweet and ridiculously supportive as ever, had given her the night off while he stayed at Ned's to study or work on his Stark Internship stuff. May had even dug out her 'vicious trollop' lipstick which was, y'know, red. It was red. But fun and she'd seen it on an ep of Gilmore Girls like, a million years ago which made it doubly cool. She'd tried. She had put on the dress and done the hair and squeezed into shoes that shot her up a few inches; she had tried. But it wasn't working. May had worked hard to accept that she hadn't died too, you know? That she was allowed to keep living her life and she was allowed to- to...

No, she didn't need...that. She could smothered Peter until college at the very least and then after she'd get a pet or something. Maybe another lizard! Like she had in college. Yeah, she'd be perfectly fine. If anything though, she deserved a drink with a fun straw and silly name and that was exactly what she'd walked into the room to get. The place was a little run down from what she remembered but the bartender was still as friendly as ever. Without paying any attention, May had planted herself onto the nearest stool, her feet threatening to complain as she ordered the silliest drink on the menu. It was shortly after that she realised that there was a) someone standing behind her and b) a jacket that wasn't hers under her butt. Whoops.

"Ah, I'm in your seat, aren't I? Look, before you start throwing punches or anything, I'll have to warn you that I took a yogalates class this morning and am feeling very nimb---," but she cut herself off as she turned to face him, forgetting completely where she was going with that. "Or uh, y'know. Peaceful solutions. D'you want a Banana-Rama-Lama daiquiri?"

[stuc-khummel-blog]

HIDING WHAT WE WANNA SHARE - Texts.

Kurt: Be nice or I won’t send you pics.

Sebastian: Oh rude much!?

Sebastian: Fine.

Sebastian: Oh dearest, sweetest, nicest, most beautiful Kurt, can you please, please, please send me the picture I’ve been waiting for like half an hour?

Sebastian (four minutes later): God fucking dammit send that picture already or I will personally tie you up and fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight after.

Kurt: You can’t threaten me.

Sebastian: Oh so I can’t threaten you, but you can threat me? That’s fucking unfair. You better come home early.

Kurt: Sorry. No, can, do. I just thought I’d leave you hangin’ for a bit.

Sebastian: You know that this frustrates me a lot, do you?

Sebastian: Then again… You’re at work while you send me this. Fuck, you naughty boy.

Kurt: Well, what can I say? I’m having a break right now, so I had to come up with something.

Sebastian: You call leaving me sexual frustrated something…?

Sebastian: You’re more naugty than I thought you’d be.

Kurt: You like it.

Sebastian: So, what exactly, would you like to do?

Kurt: I would like to do everything to you.

Kurt: Everything and anything you'd like me to do.

Kurt: When I get home.

Sebastian: You dare, mr. Hummel ;)

Sebastian: Any preferences you'd like when you get home, mr.?

Kurt: I was thinking about taking a shower actually...

Kurt: Or a bath.

Kurt: ;)

Sebastian: A shower or a bath? Count me in, baby.

Sebastian: Which do you prefer?

Sebastian: When would you be done with work, btw?

Kurt: I already did ;)

Kurt: Hmm..

Kurt: Both of them has great opportunities in their own way.

Kurt: What about you?

Kurt: Oh, and I'm done in like, 2 hours or so.

Sebastian: Wait what did you do?

Sebastian: I like to bath first, relax, I hold you, because I'm behind you and maybe tease you a little bit.

Sebastian: That's amazing. Just drive home when you're done, you don't have to do anything.

Kurt: Counted you in.

Kurt: Oh so you've already decided where to sit if we were to take a bath, huh?

Kurt: Amazing indeed ;)

Sebastian: Would be a shame if you didn't, huh? Haha.

Sebastian: Actually, for your information, yes. I did. Because well, let's face it, you'd like to get touche and teased.

Sebastian: You better think so indeed ;)

Kurt: Well, what can I say? I'm too smart for you.

Kurt: Oh, you mean like the EXACT same way you are going to be like?

Sebastian: Don't make me laugh, Kurt Hummel.

Sebastian: I thought you like to be touched and teased around some areas?

Kurt: Knock, knock?

Kurt: Mhm. Some areas.

Sebastian: ... Why are you making bad knock knock jokes?

Sebastian: or are you at the front door?

Sebastian: Hmm I know you do. Touching, sucking, licking, kissing. Bet you'd love to, don't you ;)?

Kurt: Ugh.. Never mind.

Kurt: Make sure you've got things ready in 2 two hours. Otherwise I'll start doubting in our relationship.

Sebastian: Did I say something wrong? ...

Sebastian: 2 two hours, you're cute.

Sebastian: You like to be a little dominant aren't you? ;)

Sebastian: Use that.

[stuc-khummel-blog]

Hiding What We Wanna Share.

Kurt smiled at Sebastian when he handed him his cell phone. It felt so weird, to have a cell phone from the 'future' him. The male walked slowly to their bedroom and looked at his wallpaper behind the apps. It was some fashion bags from Chanel, Marc Jacobs and other fancy brands. Kurt smiled; luckily his sense in fashion never changed and was still interested in it.

He looked up and opened the bedroom door, stepped in and closed the door again. Which app should he open first? Kurt sat on the bed with his legs folded into each other. Facebook still exicst and so does twitter... Whatsapp... And the text application. Sebastian told him not to look what was they send to each other. However Kurt was to curious not to look so he pressed the green icon and took a deep breath. Wait... What was this? Kurt scrolled through the texts and slowly his mouth went wider and wider. This wasn't something for him to sent. Okay, he had to admit it, he did send Blaine a couple when he was dating him. But this was to Sebastian... Three days ago he found out that they were not only a couple but also married and now he's reading sexts from both of them. He had Sebastian kind of in control and it was awkward. He wasn't a person like this. But even though it was awkward to read, his curiosity lead him to the beginning of their conversation and started reading.