Have you ever seen the rain

mumu for mina bergmann persephone niels les jacobs zeke baylor && wesley huntington iii  

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freczeyourbrain​:

“I WOULDN’T DREAM of backtracking, life wouldn’t be the same without you in it, i lost you once and i don’t intend on that happening again.” the male admitted with every drop of honesty lacing his voice, a gentle smile matching up with his words. his gaze scanned her face as he watched her expression whilst lifting her chin, fingers lingering against her smooth skin as his tongue skimmed along his bottom lip. she didn’t protest, which he took as a sign of agreement to his offer, and he took a long drag before leaning forward to ghost his lips against hers. easily, the smoke filtered from his body to slip into hers in an intimate inhale. this closeness was enough to make his body buzz from a mixture of two highs, one from the drug and one from mina, and his hand slipped to gently rest against the curve of her neck. 

AND HE THOUGHT THAT would be it, a moment and then it passed, but then she took the joint and mirrored his previous efforts, shotgunning it back into his mouth before he smiled a bit as their lips touched for that short moment in passing. leaning back, he hummed before blowing the transferred smoke back into the air as his head lulled back. however, he heard movement to find mina crawling towards him, eyes shimmering as she reached him and then uttered those sinful words in a command that had him almost at her mercy. he was too weak, time and time again resisting his urges to the point that he was breaking in her hands the minute she crashed her lips into his. a soft sigh pushing through his nose, his hands came up to cup the sides of her face, not letting her slip away again. it was a needy kiss, begging almost in the way he leaned forward to ease her down onto the piles of blankets in this fort they’d created. like they were in their own world, time stood still as he let his hands wander down her body to toy with her shirt, “you….are you sure? because i can’t, i can’t stop myself again. i’m fucking weak for you, mina.”

MINA’S EYES MET his as his hands cupped her face, closing as he breathed out. she was putty in his hands as he softly placed her on the blankets. their own little world made just for them. it was almost fairytale like in nature. the way his hands explored her body. she let a content sigh as she stared up at him. the man of her dreams, one of her best friends. all this time and maybe...just maybe this was it? a gentle, sure smile placed itself on her lips, a chuckle leaving them without permission. “melchior, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” his words hanging in the air like a beautiful siren song. her body ached for him. called for his cool skin to lay against hers. for those fantasies of hers to stop playing out in her daydreams and become real. after all they’d been through they owed this to themselves, right?  “stop yourself? melchi, why would you do that?” the blonde wondered, fingers assuredly wandering up his arms as she found the buttons on her shirt. her mind was buzzing, her skin on fire with the sensations of the weed and the anticipation. brows furrowing as her teeth emerged to bite her bottom lip. she was nervous. her breath was hitched, her heart beating fast as she watched the man she loved looking at her with such...admiration. how had she missed this? all this time, all the dancing they’d done. how had she been such a fool. “here. let me.” fingers fumbling to undo the buttons, she propped herself up to remove her shirt. and then she found her hands clumsily grasping at his shirt to pull him back down to her. nose barely touching his as their lips brushed again. this time quick and fleeting, but mina made sure to nibble at his soft lips. “i promise you, i want nothing more than this. i’ve never wanted - no needed -anything as much as i need you.” cerulean orbs hazy, but the look of affirmation decisive in her eyes. wilhelmina bergmann didn’t need much. 

but she would always need him. “so please, for the love of all that is holy, just make love to me already.” the blonde’s lips now close to his ear, her voice barely above a whisper. “ich brauche dich.” she was sitting up now, and in one swift movement his shirt was removed. “bitte.” it was a plea, her cheeks beginning to pinken as mina reached to tie her hair up. 

[flarjsickskej]

[victini]

*puts my hand on your shoulder* listen. I DID mean to make you upset and i DO think your opinions are shit

[wundcrlust]

@thctgolden

[wundcrlust]

stvrcrcssed​:

gastone watched as the bartender brought their drinks.  maybe he was a bit of a hard ass but he expected the best at his establishment and was pleased to see it held up.  a chuckle left with persephone’s comment, always finding amusement in his sassy friend.  “hadley is back?”  his brows lifted, looking over at her while taking a sip of his drink.  it was no secret that gastone could be self-absorbed, but he did care about persephone and vaguely remembered her troubles with her ex.  “you know you always have a room here if you need it.”

A DEEP SIGH left her lips as she nodded, tongue finding the straw as she took a deep sip. “mm...yeah. ran into him the other day.” persephone groaned, a light smile on her lips as she looked back to gastone. as conceited as he seemed, he was still on of her best friends. “ah, thanks. i don’t think he means anything by it. at least not yet. but i might take you up on that offer. come waste a weekend away with you here.” she muttered, a sweet smile on her face as a manicured hand pat his face. “i won’t tell anyone you’re being sweet, gastone ferrari. our little secret. so,” she paused, taking another long drink. “how are things with the most handsome man in london?”

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stvrcrcssed​:

meg had been so scatterbrained lately, she hadn’t even threatened to put the fear of the greek gods back into hadley yet.  but with her appointment growing closer, a distraction would be nice, she thought to herself.  “have you spoken to him?  do you know why?”  when asked about herself, meg kept her usual nonchalant attitude, lifting her shoulders with a shrug.  “me?  nothing…. nothing new.  life has been… mundane.”  and she’s made sure of it.  having done nothing worthy of a story since finding out, meg decided to keep it that way; for now.

PERS SHOOK HER head, a small huff given. “i mean, i don’t think it genuinely is out of malice. he didn’t even know i was here.” the heiress admitted, eyes rolling as her hands brushed through her curls. “ran into him. felt him up. realized it was him. i feel like a right good idiot.” pers groaned, hands covering her face. “i wish he wasn’t here. things were...so much easier without his puppy dog face.” the woman admitted out loud, head snapping as she looked back to meg. “nothing new? mundane? meg that doesn’t sound like you. you sure you’re okay?”

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thctgolden​:

      “ don, you’re shitting me, right ? ” kenickie asked incredulously, taking the cigarette from behind his ear and popping it between his lips. he took his lighter from his back pocket, and took his first inhalation. “ of course you’re fit, you just don’t make yourself known. you spend way too long out back, you need to get out here where all the action is. and taking your shirt off every once in a while helps too. – maybe i should write a book on how to pick up girls. ” a smug, steely grin adorned his lips now.  “ shut up, ” kenickie said with a laugh, shaking his head as he breathed out a puff of smoke. “ i’ll take my car. besides, my car is always an easy way in when it comes to interest. ”

“I CAN’T EXACTLY sit out in the garage all day looking sexy like you boys.” donny laughed, placing his keys in his pocket as he shrugged at his friend. “maybe you should. god knows you and jd could write novels on the subject.” a smirk returned his younger friend’s as he gave him a short nod. “suit yourself. it’s a cute helmet. you’re gonna regret that. all the girls love it.” donny remarked, pulling said helmet from the side of his motorcycle. “gramps got it for me. it even has butterflies.” he teased, setting it on his head before fastening the straps as he pulled the visor up. “lead the way, kiddo.”

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hxwboutadance​:

“You do, don’t you?” Hans murmured, too low to reach her drunk ears…hopefully. “I haven, actually. Since coming here there’s not much I can do away from the office. So I just spend time at the gym. Thanks for noticing.” His usual charming smile graced his lips as she ran her hands down his arms. Cher sure did know how to make someone feel like they were the only person in the room. But why was Hans not bothered by that? “Dance? Cher, c’mon…” Hans sighed, trying very hard to ignore the feeling of her fingers in his hair. His history with dancing was…complicated. He’d grown up going to classes, but soon dropped them when they didn’t fit into his ‘politician’ image. That didn’t mean he hadn’t enjoyed them…Nor could he really say no to Cher Horowitz. ”Fine, one dance. Alright? And no funny business, miss.” He warned her, even though there was no malice to his tone as he gathered her hands in his own and led her onto the dance floor.

“NO FUNNY BUSINESS, hans westergaard, do you know who you’re talking to? no funny for me.” the blonde giggled, happily following him to the dance floor. he never could say no to her, could he? it was...sweet in a way. her hands steadily found their positions, bodies pressed close together as she realized they hadn’t been this...close not sober. usually hans was the responsible one. the sober one. “do you always smell this good?” cher wondered, face turning up, inches from his. “hans, when did you get so handsome? like...this isn’t fair, darling.” there was a genuine pout setting on her lips as her hand found it’s way to his jawline, innocently tracing it. brows furrowing as she huffed at him. “who let this happen?”

[wundcrlust]

thctgolden​:

       he couldn’t deny he was somewhat shocked when his tall frame was pulled tightly into her frame. the palm of his hand slammed against the wall just to the side of her head with the speed of her motion, stopping himself from ‘ crushing ’ her. however, it only took a couple of moments for the shock of that to wear away, making space for the shock of an attractive woman making out with him to reign supreme. his free hand placed the beer he was holding down on the counter to one side, pushing it away from him and not caring when the bottle fell to his side. even when he was trying to be smooth he was still clumsy. it quickly took place on her waist, fingertips pressing into the material of her top as his lips moved in a hungry motion against her own. when she leaned back, he just stood there in astonishment. “ that is completely okay, ” he chuckled, glancing from the floor to her. “ good to know i can’t be resisted. ”

“DON’T GET COCKY now.” cher muttered, eyes closed as she turned her head. the feeling of his fingers creating a tingling sensation against her skin. she forgot what this was like. the rush of a chance encounter. she hadn’t even registered he’d dropped his beer bottle, not that it would have mattered. “so um... you mind doing that again?” blue eyes gleaming with mischief. if she was going to be making bad choices, they might as well be cute, right?

[wundcrlust]

kingofnxwyxrk​:

          SOPHIE initially made a sour face as her hair was ruffled , but it was quickly dispersed by a laugh. “ oh , and do you pop in through their window as well? ” she asked. she wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was actually yes. there was little les could that would surprise the girl, it seemed. his unpredictability was one of the many reasons she enjoyed his presence so much. she watched as he flopped onto her bed with no hesitation, causing a smirk to paint her lips. “ you know you’re always welcome here. i mean, you have a key after all, ” she remined as she leaned against the edge of her bed. she reached out and gave his cheek a small pat. “ you just like taking the fire escape … for reasons. ” her hand lingered for a moment before she pulled it away. “ and fortunate for you … i don’t have plans. no hot date , sadly. ” now was her time for dramatics as she fell on her back against the plush bedding. she turned to face him slightly. “ so i’m all yours. i guess… ”

“YEAH BUT THE key makes it less exciting you know that.” he groaned, turning to her. “i’m just trying to keep up with my cardio, that’s all soph. nothing more, nothing less.” the boy chuckled, a self satisfied look on his face as she admitted she had nothing to do. “so...sarah home? can we go make a mess in the kitchen?” les asked, turning to sophie as he pulled her in closer. “or you gonna let me give you snuggles?” 

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freczeyourbrain​:

“MAKE ME, BERGMANN…” he challenged back with a smirk, always enjoying pushing her buttons and teasing her with a little raise of his brow. but her smile was radiant, shimmering in the soft glow of candle light which melchior couldn’t help but admire. waving off the way she complimented him, he gave her a gentle smile as he felt his head lull a bit to the side, “i mean, i know i’m a pretty much the total package…but thanks for confirming it.” melchior joked light-heartedly, taking a long drag of the blunt in his hand, letting the calming warmth of the slow building high run through his body. a small chuckle fell from his lips as her threat, making his raise his hands in defense, “hey now, if you want to wrestle it’ll ruin the whole fort vibe and you wouldn’t want that. besides, you’re injured…not an entirely fair fight.”he reminded her with a wink, although his hand was still carefully holding her wrist, fingers wrapped around the delicate area.

AND HE DIDN’T MAKE ANY sudden movements of releasing the light hold on her, instead his thumb soothingly ran along the curve of her arm, “don’t apologize, it was an accident.” melchior assured her in a soft tone of voice, feeling the warmth flood his face as she admitted she couldn’t focus around him, “well, that makes two of us…” he admitted to her back, ashing the blunt before taking another long drag of the blunt before bringing her wrist up to his lips to press a soft kiss to her injury. “i think you’ll survive.” melchior murmured, blowing the smoke out of his lips shortly after they pressed to her skin, glancing over her face with a smile, “that’s a commitment i wouldn’t mind making, as long as you’re safe and aren’t out here getting seriously injured.” and his voice was nothing less than genuine, nodding his head slowly before taking another drag of the blunt only to tilt her chin up a bit under the curve of his finger, “if you want to be safe though and not burn yourself, you could always shotgun the shit from me. you know, to make sure you don’t add another little wound…i mean, we’ve kissed a few times, this should be easy.”

MINA BIT THE inside of her cheek, the blush on her face heating up again as he spoke. “oh, you made that committment a long time ago, buddy. no backtracking now.” her tongue jutted from her lips as she paused, brow quirking as he asked if she wanted to shot gun. and then he mentioned them kissing a few times. and she found herself unable to speak, his finger curving under her chin. the look on her face a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. and then he inhaled, lips opening to transfer the smoke. the most innocent of actions. but her body couldn’t help but respond, and as she inhaled in, she had to remind herself he wasn’t kissing her again. 

this wasn’t some smooth move he was making. no, this was melchior being high and sweet, right? hand reflexively reaching for the joint, she took a long pull, fingers reaching out and gently bringing his lips back to hers, passing the smoke to him now. and yet, it wasn’t enough. didn’t feel like...enough. frustration reared it’s ugly head as she took a few breaths before finding the small ashtray near by and setting the joint down. clumsily climbing back to him, the blonde found herself reaching across his lap, knees at his. “fuck me, melchior.” lips breathlessly crashed against his without another word. she was tired of dancing around this. tired of passing things off as they were frustrated or drunk. she didn’t know how he really felt, but she was sure how she did. and right now, in that moment...that’s all that mattered to her. 

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kingofnxwyxrk​:

           KAT was in the area for an assignment, and something about this particular boutique piqued her interest. she was merely browsing the wares for who knows how long when a far too familar face burst in through the door. hearing her name, she was quick to turn around. however, she was left in shock of the source. “ bernado ?? ” her tone just as confused as his. she blinked, putting down whatever was in her hand down, as she registered not only his presence but his question. “ uh … ” she hesistated. “ i’ve been here a while. a few years, even … i take it you’re here too ??? ”

BERNARDO CHUCKLED, HIS face not normally good at hiding emotions. he was sure he was just as shocked as she looked. “that i am, kitty kat. that i am. you miss me?” a charming smile brushing across his lips. “a few years? i wanna say i’m surprised but it is a big city. guess i wouldn’t see you.” he hummed, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. “anita came too! we...well...we’re not. but you two got along didn’t you?” he genuinely couldn’t remember if the two didn’t like each other. but they were both strong women, so he couldn’t see why not. “so whaddaya do now?” blue eyes looked the woman up and down. she’d grown into quite the beautiful woman, he almost remembered how sad he was to see her go all those years ago. “you ever end up eating the rich?” the man asked, leaning against a clothing rack. 

[watson-emma]

#eating your feelings

[sw0rdl3ss-mim3t0wn-deactivated2]

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@kingofnxwyxrk @hxwboutadance

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stvrcrcssed​:

vivienne was not expecting wes when she saw him at the door, though the two had been somewhat friendlier lately. one side of her lips twitched with a smile when she saw the flowers and she took them from him, leaving the door open as she went to grab a vase.  “italian sounds great,” she called out while filling the vase with some water and putting the flowers inside.  turning back around, viv grabbed a jacket and her bag, heading back out with wesley.  “so… how’s everything?”

WES SMILED SOFTLY as she brought the flowers inside, moving out of the way as she stepped out. “awesome.it’s not far, so we don’t even have to take a cab.” the man breathed out, a sigh of relief at her acceptance of his dinner suggestions. “oh you know. stressful. but good. i haven’t gotten a phone call from the guys back home yet so i know i haven’t burned the place up yet.” wes chuckled, shoulders shaking as he looked back down to her. “what about you? how’re things in the fabulous life of vivienne kensington?”

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freczeyourbrain​:

    A SMILE SPREAD ACROSS his lips as she went on about him being single, and maybe the sad truth was that was how he liked it, because no girl out there compared to the one who played in his fantasies. many had come close, dancing that fine line, but at the end of the day….mina remained in the back of his mind. “yeah, yeah, i know i’m a total dreamboat.” he teased with a smirk shot directly in her space as she settled into the fort that she’d made, although his attention was entirely focused on her as he posed the question back. melchior was a great reader of body language on most people, but with mina, it was like she put up his mental block that made it hard to think in general around her. “maybe you will, maybe you’ve already met him, you never know.” the therapist said with a hum in his voice, unable to stop the fond smile that tugged on the corner of his lips when her finger trailed along his cheek.

   ROLLING HIS EYES, he crawled into the fort with the force of her tugging, sitting criss crossed beside her while she threatened him, “oh not the wrath of mina, the god’s above couldn’t even handle that.” he joked with a false fear in his voice, although his expression softened as he looked back towards her, the twinkle in her eye enough to melt him to the core. there was a moment, time stood still almost, until she yelped out a bit. looking towards her arm with a small frown, taking the blunt from her to place between his lips as his fingers delicately wrapped around her arm, “you alright?” he asked after taking a drag, eyes scanning the area before moving back up to her face, shimmering with slight worry. he’d always care for mina, no matter what, even if it was something as small as a first degree blunt burn. “silly, you gotta pay more attention.” and he brought his finger to lightly tap at her forehead before moving her hair out of her face, “i don’t want you getting hurt.”

“OH CAN IT gabor.” mina’s crystal orbs rolled into the back of her eyelids, a smile appearing on her face anyways. rolling onto her side as he took the blunt from her, the corners of her mouth lifted into a satisfied smile. “you know, you really are a dreamboat though. don’t sell yourself short.” mina grumbled as he teased her that maybe she met him already. she knew she did. but unfortunate for the both of them it was a taboo notion to melchior. “you keep patronizing me, and i’ll show you wrath. i have a mean right hook.” mina promised, licking her finger as she pressed it to her skin.  “i think i’ll be fine.” she assured him, the softness of his touch always surprising to her. her eyes searched his, the pang of guilt in her chest as the glimmer of worry apparent on his face. “i’m sorry...” she whispered, moving to sit up now. “i just get so distracted sometimes...around you.” those last words barely a whisper.  there was a sheepish grin on her face as she looked back up at melchior, the candle light dancing off his face. god, he was beautiful wasn’t he? as he tapped her forehead, she shut her eyes, embarrassed. a light heat crept across her cheeks as she felt her bottom lip jut out in an instinctive pout. “doesn’t matter what you want. i’m a klutz, melchi.” the woman cooed. “you’re just gonna have to make sure i don’t get hurt for the rest of my life, then. cause i’m an idiot.” a decisive short nod of her head as she rocked, a self satisfied grin spreading across her face. “sucks to be yoou.” she sung, nose crinkling as she teased him. 

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littlebelotte​:

“No, the unspoken vow means I can’t stop being friends with you over something that petty. But the judgement is alive and well. Makes your skin thicker too-” a laugh followed after, eyes rolling. “Absolutely not. Their Super Bowl Half Time show was literally the worst one of all time. They are an immediate no.”

“I HAVE NO thick skin, man. i was born baby and i will die baby.” the lawyer defended, a small pout forming on his lips. “this is awful. you don’t like any good music do you?” wes grumbled, hands thrown up in the air dramatically. “i just want you to like some dumb music, okay? what about...kid cudi?” the tone of his voice was childlike in innocence. wes wasn’t a complicated man, far from it in fact. but his love for frat boy music ran deep. and he was determined to convert james. 

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kingofnxwyxrk​:

          JULIA maintained a smile, abliet vaguely forced, as donny mentioned his promise. it was a bit strange to think about, and she almost wondered if he continued to speak to her because of the promise or something else. she stiffened slightly as he mentioned his worry for her ; though she softened at the mutual realization it was somewhat mutual. she nodded, as if to agree. she raised a brow at his statement. “ is that so? ” based on previous experience, she should be unconvinced. but it had been a long time. he deserved the benefit of the doubt. “ my schedule happens to be quite free actually … what’s your specialty? ”

“IT IS SO.” donny confirmed, a childlike smile on his lips as he extended his elbow to her. “then, it’s dinner. ah.” biting his bottom lip, he glanced over at his...friend. “well, i’ve finally learned how to make carbonara. which, honestly jules, is ten times better than any hungry man i used to eat.” he beamed proudly. “so, how’s london treating you?” the man wondered.