no but like twink!cas waking up in the morning on a lazy saturday and getting up before dean for once to get coffee and he just throws on a pair of sweatpants that are probably dean’s bc they’re way too big on him. and they’re so low rise that they go below his hipbone and you can see the line of his pretty light pink lacy panties. and then he’s got a cute lil’ crop top on with some sweet design on it and then socks w/ lil’ bees on them and like major bedhead and dean finally wanders into the kitchen and can’t help but smile bc cas is just so /cute/ and /sleepy/ and he comes up behind him and murmurs ‘mornin’ sweetheart’ into his skin and cas just grumbles even though his heart does a lil’ flip when dean wraps his arms around cas’ waist like that <3
“So, I’d like to welcome all of you back to our live coverage of the Grammy’s red carpet,” the reporter says with a smile into the camera to the television audience watching at home. “I’d also like to welcome, singer-songwriter Oliver Hampton to our little slice of the carpet. Welcome, Oliver.”
“Thank you.” Oliver smiles into the camera and hopes its the camera he’s been told to look at. He ran a little late with his last interview and he didn’t fully catch everything the producer whispered at him during setup. “Happy to be here.”
“So, Oliver, your story and your album are really one of the – forgive me – but Cinderella stories of the night. A total of six nominations. Among those, Album of the Year, Record of the Year, and Best New Artist. And all for your debut album. I mean, you’ve had quite a year.”
From his spot near the monitors to watch the live feed, Connor watches Oliver smile as the reporter shoves the mic in his face. He listens as Oliver gives a variation of the same story he’s given everyone else for months now. How he wrote the album right after he’d been diagnosed with HIV, how his lover leaving him had fueled his creativity, how the album–
“…is more than just an album to me,” Oliver explains. “It’s more than a set of eleven songs; it’s part of my soul. It’s me telling my story in my way and I’m just so honored and blown away that people have reacted to it in such a personal and powerful way.”
“So, all of this, the nominations and red carpet and everything else, this is just the icing on top?” the reporter asks.
Oliver laughs. “This…this is heaven. I never let myself dream this big so this all just feels a little surreal right now.”
The on-screen duo continue their interview; the reporter asking the requisite “who are you wearing” and other silly red carpet questions. Oliver answers everything confidently and Connor nods in approval.
During the initial album promotion, Oliver was a little nervous and unsure of himself and, in interviews, he’d often come off as either shy and reserved or stilted and aloof. Personally, Connor had found it endearing but it had made his job as Oliver’s publicist a little challenging. But now, after months of media training, Oliver has clearly come into his own, able to smile and joke with the best of them, and it makes Connor love him. I mean, love him as a client. Just as a client. Not as…as anything else.
On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…
A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.
“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.
“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.
“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.
You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.
“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”
You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.
“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.
“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.
“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.
“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.
“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.
“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.
“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.
“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.
“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.
“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.
“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.
Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.
A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.
“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”
The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.
“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.
“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.
The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.
“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.
“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.
Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.
“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.
They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.
In a waiting room not even 5 square meters, bustling as usual, more than ten people just finished the make-up war with fun, but where are they at this moment and left me alone.
Sitting at the corner leaning against the wall, like I used to do, stared dazedly at the ceiling, it’s a total blank in my head, except for the female voice often heard in game said, “Lee Jong Hyun, your life has passed for 27 years and 21 days.” Although I’m clear that this is a voice that is heard from my inner heart, I couldn’t understand why there is such a thought that appeared at this moment. It’s a relief that the female voice appeared, I laughed at myself for having these silly thoughts.
Not sure if I would make use of the chance while I am alone to present a new year resolution to myself after the long period of time : The new year has come, Cheer up, have to enjoy life well. Although I would have such a thought every year when it comes to this timing, the actual thought actually started when the era of as I entered the second half of this year, it is a feeling caused that makes it sad. What else could I do well in?
I know that after saying such words, there would be a lot of people that would say “Why do you say such things in front of me, what am I as compared to you if you say such things?” Or they would ask why would you think of it in such ways? Isn’t it this the best of the times where you are doing well? Firstly, I would like to apologize, (to people who are older than me) but I would like the younger ones to listen. I may be enjoying the best times in my life. I’ve received a lot of love from the people due to luck, it is a chance for me to learn to grow up. I am still 14 years old, I am still in lost when it comes to life (although my appearance might not look like my friends who has the same age) there isn’t any difference. Although not everyone would face the same situation.
i. bella ciao - modena city ramblers | ii. rigurgito antifascista - 99 posse | iii. el vals del obrero - ska-p | iv. contessa - modena city ramblers | v. mi sono fatto da solo - la famiglia rossi
| vi. canapa - punkreas
| vii. la legge giusta - modena city ramblers
| viii. à la mierda - ska-p
| ix. soldi soldi soldi - articolo 31
| x. tortuga - talco | xi. el presidente - modena city ramblers| xii. el pueblo unido - inti illimani | xiii. sangue del mio sangue - brusco| xiv. stagioni - francesco guccini| xv. canzone del maggio - fabrizio de andré | xvi. la libertà - giorgio gaber | xvii.
gente che spera - articolo 31| xviii. ma il cielo è sempre più blu - rino gaetano.
Because I did see someone who was looking for me on tumblr
I’ll probably be around the con area tomorrow (we have plans to see some friends downtown in the afternoon) so hit me up if you’re at Emerald City Comic-Con tomorrow and want to say hi! I am very friendly and can totally sign whatever and take pictures (there are testimonials to this somewhere!) and if you are cosplaying as Cole I will politely ask you for a hug because my son. So yeah, I’m around, please don’t be shy :)