#─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── winter gala

[ultralightpoe]

JUNO - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Gah, here we go again with the bucky fics since he looked so damn good in that trailer! Enjoy!

Word Count: 4215

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT.....and more smut.

Requests: OPEN

Main Masterlist ~ ~ Halloween 2024 Event

[Thank you for the gif @ayo-edebiri ]

Enjoy!

“Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing

Oh yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit

God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh”

-

You were a terrible terrible person, this was a fact. It would be put on whatever wikipedia page they made for villains as soon as people figured it out, which considering the rage building in your body would be any moment now. Why were you a terrible person? That’s easy to explain. 

There was a time where everyone avoided your boyfriend like the plague, when the Winter Soldier cliche had been stuck to his image like a nail in a tire and everyone treated him like crap. And who stayed by his side? You. Not that it was ever about keeping score because you just wanted what was best for him. But now that people are all about kissing his ass since he had some new found fame? You wished things would go back to the way they were. And that made you a terrible person. 

Who would want things to go back when your love was treated terribly?

But then you see girls like Montana clinging to his side and that little green monster in the pit of your stomach begins growing and growing until it leads to moments like now, with you standing at the bar clutching your glass like it was the only thing tethering you to this earth. 

Yet another gala was being thrown, this time it was ‘Rockstars for Schooling Funds’ and Bucky was required to attend for PR. And attend your man did. The jacket, the tie, the pushed back hair and the hot ass glare. 

From the second you saw him ready for tonight you were ready to pull him into the bedroom and never leave, your skin grew hot just remembering the feeling of his hands roaming your body as you tried to lead him into the bedroom. He obviously didn’t fall for it and now you were here watching Montana hold onto his arm as she laughed at something he said. 

As if sensing your glare he turns to catch your eye, and you know that he was surveying your safety by the sharp look in his eyes and all you can think was ‘God bless your dads genetics’.  But you refuse to break for him, so you shrug and turn back to the bar ready to order yourself another drink. 

Best thing about wearing a dress like the one you were wearing tonight? Attention.  Within seconds the men at the bar were clamoring to buy you a drink, crooked smiles and lame pick up lines. The prized contender? The southern man with kind eyes wearing his very own black cowboy hat. 

This could be fun. 

“What’ll it be?” He drawls and you have to fight off the blush filling your cheeks just at the sound of it. 

“Hmm, I haven't decided yet.” You flirt, batting your lashes for a second. “Think you can help a girl out?”

“There’s the ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’.” He reads off the little menu, looking up to you from under his hat, giving a smooth wink and you huff out a small laugh. 

“Would it be worth my time?”

“It’s the best on the menu from what I can see.” As if on cue you both look out to the crowd around you at the gala, with loud music and cheesy rockstar costumes, and whilst he is trying to make a point your eyes roam for a familiar head of hair. But the group that Bucky had been sitting with for the past 30 minutes was now short a member, your man. “Who would want to waste time with any of these cruds when you could have a real drink sugar?”

But the words were lost on you as your eyes traced over the room in a hurried panic. Where did he go?

But then your nose fills with a familiar woodsy scent as a familiar arm wraps around your waist in a tight grip that has the cowboy standing straight up in his own panic. 

“Yeah Doll, how bout a real drink?”

-

“You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?

Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up”

-

That little green monster building in your stomach? Now she had a fire pal burning straight through your skin at the image of the icy glare Bucky managed to send in the cowboys direction, the fingers on your waist tightening and digging into your skin. 

“I was just talking to my friend here about drinks.” You hum out, watching his jaw tighten as he continues to glare. “What do you know about drinks?”

The cowboy, who you now knew to be a foolish man since he still stood in that spot, lets out a smooth chuckle. “Considering he’s holding an old fashioned I would say not much, Sugar.”

“Really? I always thought that the old fashioned ways worked in seduction. At least they did for me.” Bucky all but growls out, pulling you closer to him. “Now how bout we ask the gal. Do my old fashioned ways work?” 

As if to prove his point he presses his thigh between your legs just a notch and squeezed at your waist, you were lost. 

“No words? Hmm? Interesting.” He smiles, “Think you need a break from the crowd?”

He doesn’t waste time waiting for an answer, rather he keeps his grip on your waist as he leads you through the large gala, keeping the glare on his features that has people backing away to avoid his anger. You however basked in it, and as he lead you into the bathroom with the slam of the door and an easy movement to lock the door. 

You got right to work, hopping onto the counter and wiggling a bit as he turns back to you. 

You look up at him through you lashes, kicking one foot out a bit to expose your leg to him. “I mean not that I don’t love this vibe, we didn’t pack the handcuffs baby.” 

“Oh so the pretty girl thinks she’s funny.” He chuckles, stepping forward and moving his hands to the top of your thighs to squeeze before pulling you forward harshly. “In case you haven’t realized it, this is the moment where you start giving me reasons to give you what you so badly want.” 

Words failed you as his palms roamed your skin, rubbing soft circles to begin pushing up your dress. 

“Oh, I’m the one in trouble here?” You huff, leaning back as he pushed his way in between your thighs. “Funny, here I was thinking of granting you mercy.”

“Oh that’s how we are playing it, huh?” And just like that he is pressing the pad of his flesh thumb right onto your core, pulling a sharp gasp from you as you tried to close your legs out of instinct only for him to press you down with his metal hand. “You were saying, sugar?”

“Oh…” You moan, back arching as he circles his thumb with a smug smile, leaning into you to pull your lips into a fervent kiss. It draws your breath until your gasping into him for air, your hands woven into his hair to keep him there and save you all in the same go while he teases at pulling your panties down only to pull back in a matter of seconds leaving you there to try and catch your breath. 

Seconds away from achieving your high only to be left stranded leaves you whining and leaning forward to get him back into your arms. 

He tsks at you, pushing you back gently as you continue whining. 

“What will you give me?”

“Anything.” You gasp out, kissing at the wrist of the hand holding you back, nipping at the flesh of it as you reach for him metal arm to pull you back in. He gives in a little, allowing you to press your hips into his so release some of the pressure. “Please baby.”

“Then how about you behave for the last hour, and we’ll go home and get you sorted. Yeah?”

“Fine,” You snip out, tracing your hand up his metal arm before making it to his collarbone and pressing your hips further into his. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

-

“I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might”

-

And you feel like a fool for making that promise as he leads you through the crowd once more, this time with a pressure begging to be released in your lower belly as he keeps his metal hand on your lower back. The chill of the metal while your body is ablaze has you reeling, reaching a hand back to keep a hold on him. 

You think of all the things he can do to you as he talks with the Galas president, digging your nails into the sleeve of his tux as you push your thighs together a bit, leaning your nose into him to inhale his scent as he talks with a bold presence. 

When that Montana girl comes back you learn that she is an assistant for the program and that little green monster leads you to nip at his ear in front of her before kissing at his neck to leave a lipstick mark. 

He looks at you for a moment, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before turning to talk to her some more but it’s too late, you’re already in a haze. The green monster and the red flame have mixed to make their very own monster. 

So you pull him in by his tie, pressing your lips to his ear and whispering the words you knew would break him. “Gimme me a baby.”

-

“Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love (Oh)”

-

It was the one secret weapon you’ve never used, but have always known about. 

Back in the beginning of the relationship while you were learning the ins and outs of eachother you noticed how much he loved the pill since it hadn’t been too popular back in his day. He loved the freedom it gave him to mark you as his, but you also noticed the lingering gaze on your stomach and or the intent look he gave when you took the pill. 

But you had never been ready for a kid, you wanted to save that for that someone special who you could raise them with. But you knew that Bucky was it, you knew that he was your touch for life. Why not give in?

And the thrill of giving in the second his eyes meet yours makes it worth it, seeing the heat as he pulls you in so tight you might as well be one person. 

“Come on baby, one of me is cute but two though?” You whisper, leaning up to bite at his lip before his hands come up to pull you into a feral kiss as he begins to lead you out the doors. 

-

“I showed my friends, then we high-fived (Ah-ah)

Sorry if you feel objеctified (Ah-ah)

Can't help myself, hormonеs are high

Give me more than just some butterflies”

-

“Easy there.” He grunts out the second you press him into the seats of the limo, straddling him with ease as your nails rake down his chest to begin tracing the buttons of his shirt. “I might feel objectified.”

“I don’t give a shit,” You gasp, ripping his shirt open before attacking his chest with kisses. You take to kissing his chest, dragging your lips from spot to spot in order to mark him as much as you can as he pulls you down to move his hips into your with a groan. 

Your eyes flutter closed at the heat that crosses through your body at the sound, whining out a bit as he begins to grind into you, pulling you up from his chest with a swift pull to lock your lips together as the limo makes a turn. 

The kiss was feral, teeth gnashing, thigh clenching kiss that has you gripping his shoulders and pushing your hips into his a little quicker. Biting down onto his lip when he stills your hips with his hands before pulling back. 

“You gonna let me lock you down?” He whispers, rubbing your hip as he moves you with ease until your legs are splayed over his lap and he can reach between them to pull more moans from you. “Gonna let me keep you forever?”

“Yes….” You whine out the second he begins rubbing at your core once more, this time with the metal hand. The chill of the metal over the fabric is driving you crazy and you press your hips up for more pressure and as a sign you want the panties off. 

He is quick to oblige, pulling his hand to the waistband of them and ripping them off in one easy movement before pushing his fingers back to ease one into your center. “I’ll give you anything you want. But you already knew that when you said I could give you a baby. Didn’t you?”

And just like that he pushes two more fingers in, curling them in a fluid motion as his lips press into the pressure point of your throat. He works his fingers in a fast paced motion as you close your eyes and give into the feeling, letting him suck and bite at your neck as much as he wanted to. 

And once you reach your high he merely speeds up his movements until your shaking in his lap. 

“Atta girl.” He grunts, pulling his fingers up to suck on while you blink at him, still shaking from that orgasm. 

“I love you.” You murmur to him, leaning on for a gentle kiss. He laughs into it, rubbing at the back of your neck in a sweet gesture before putting your torn panties in his pocket and looking to see how close you are to home. 

-

“You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?”

-

The calm ease he had built up for the rest of the limo ride was quick to vanish the second the limo pulled up to the curb, pushing the door open and pulling you out so quickly your legs swing until he pulls you up so you can wrap them around his waist. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You giggle, letting him carry you inside until the front door closes and he can set you down to lock it. Even in the mix of all this he can never slack on your safety, and you were sure that once he spent all your energy he would come down here for one last safety check. 

You let him do what he needed to do, walking to the kitchen with a fleeting look to him before grabbing a glass of water to sip on while you waited, legs still a little shaky. But you don’t have much time since he comes around the corner into the kitchen, leaning on the fridge with a small smile as he watches you every movement. 

“Everything locked up and safe?” You ask, moving one step closer to him.

“Yes.” He responds, the deep voice causing a shiver to move down your spine as he takes a step similar to yours without taking his eyes off you. 

“I think it’s so hot you know.” One of his eyebrows raise at your words, the small smile turning into a smirk. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone in this world as protective as you.”

He merely hums back, taking another step closer as his eyes roam over your body. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. And I was thinking that you deserved an award.” 

“I do?” You almost laugh at how innocent the question comes out, but you don’t have time since your already turning to press yourself into the counter, pushing your hips out and pulling your dress up to expose yourself to him as he audibly growls. “Have we every tried this before?”

-

“I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might”

-

His hands are upon you in an instant, rubbing at your hips as his body presses into yours to kiss at the back of your neck, and you realize that he is still wearing his undershirt and pants. The metal of the belt buckle digs into your back as you reach back to undo his belt. 

You hear him undo it and get ready, pressing your forehead into the tile of the counter as he grabs your hands and begins wrapping your hands together with the leather belt. And you should be embarrassed at the moan that fills the air once you realize what he is doing before he undoes his pants and you feel him press at your center. 

He’s quick to press in, and you both your moans fill the air as he presses his forehead into the exposed skin of your back before beginning to rut himself up into you. With every aggressive push of his hips into yours the doors of the cabinet on the counter shake, the cold tile of the counter hitting your hip over and over and over as he claims you for his own. 

With one hand holding the belt that is biting into the flesh of your wrists and the other holding the counter to keep you both stable he stands straight and lets free. Every harsh threat is followed by his grunts and your moans, the sound of skin slapping filling the room before the hand from the counter comes to hold your hair. 

It’s feral, and hot. And the feeling of his flesh hand pulling at your hair has you tightening around him enough that he can’t fight his own moan. 

And the second you hear it you are coming undone around him, shaking harshly as he keeps you held up before you collapse, continuing his thrusts until you reach the peak of the high once more and spasm around him. 

Once you come down, panting heavily and keeping your forehead pressed into the cold tile, he works on undoing his belt to release you as he pulls himself out of you and pulls his pants up. 

You are quick to turn on him, tears in your eyes partly due to the intense orgasm and the fact that you still haven’t gotten what you wanted. “Baby please….”

“Easy doll.” He whispers, pulling you into his arms to wrap himself around you, picking you up easily. “You’ll get it. Don’t you fret.”

-

“Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love”

-

He carries you into the bedroom bridal style, setting you down at the foot of the bed before leaning down to grab the end of your dress and pull it over your head, kissing his way up your body so slowly you feel like you might just die. By the time the fabric is over your head he throws it to the side, his gaze meeting yours in a tense blaze. 

You knew within an instant that he had gotten serious, and as you kept your gaze on his he let your hands roam until you begin pulling his undershirt off before you reach to undo his waistband. “What’s that look for?”

“Did you know….” He keeps his voice to a whisper as he kicks off his shoes and shucks off his pants, pulling off his socks and throwing everything to the side before moving his hands to either side of your cheeks. “That it’s not actually proven that the amount of orgasms a women has is connected to their ability to conceive.”

“Yeah?” You smile, waiting for him to get to the point 

“I did a lot of research.” He says proudly, “So though the amount of orgasms I give you don’t end up mattering in the end…..they sure are fun.”

And you can’t fight the loud laugh that escapes when he gently tackles you onto the bed, making it bounce a bit as he pushes your thighs open with his hands and pressing them into you by the backs of them. 

“You ready doll?”

“Always for you sergeant.”

-

“Adore me

Hold me and explore me

Mark your territory (Ah-ah)

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah)”

-

He keeps the eye contact, soft and open, as he slides himself between your folds to use your past orgasms as his lubricant before pressing into your center and moaning a bit as he pushes himself in. Whereas the romp downstairs had been feral and fast this one started slow, allowing him to kiss at your face as you adjusted to his size this time. 

His weight presses you into the bed, and your hands find purchase at his back so he can pull himself back before pushing his hips back into yours. Slow and precise, every pull he left a kiss and every push has just enough friction on your core that has you arching your back. 

It had been years of him learning your body and by this point he knew how to play it like the back of his hand. It was his and he liked keeping what's his cared for. When you arched a little more he knew he should speed up, and when you closed your eyes he reached a hand down to grip at the fat of your ass, fingers digging in as he readjusted you both for more pleasure. 

And once you came around him, spasming and moaning loudly, all bets were off. 

-

“Adore me

Hold me and explore me (Ah-ah)

I'm so fuckin' horny

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one”

-

His entire weight comes down, crushing you beneath him not that your complaining. Between the warmth of his skin and the mix of your sweat with his you both have traction to move as his thrusts turn wild. 

Over and over at a speed he hadn’t reached with you before, his eyes are clenched shut as he ruts into you, overstimulating you as you begin to sob from the pleasure. Your entire body shakes with every intense hump. 

Between his thrusts you meet your peak once more, screaming out as his own thrusts become erratic and harsher. 

By the time he finishes he leans down to your ear so you can hear the heavy moan that escapes him as he fills you to the brim, shaking and pinching you with his metal arm. And his release seems never ending as he continues to thrust, until you are both completely spent and collapse into the cool sheets. 

-

“(Oh, I) I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might (Might)”

-

You had managed to fall asleep and only woke up at the realization that he wasn’t near you, vision blurry as you looked around. He had cleaned you up and tucked you in with a glass of water on the nightstand, but his side of the bed was  empty. 

So you sit up, ready to go check on him, until you realize how sore you were and stay on the bed to listen for him. You hear the sound of him shuffling around downstairs to check all the locks before he begins climbing up the stairs. 

You know he makes the noise for you, otherwise he would be as stealthy as an assassin. 

By the time he enters the doorway there is a small smile playing at his lips while you open your arms and pull him in to lay with you. 

“Goodnight.” You whisper. 

“Goodnight, Doll.”

-

“Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love”

-

The waiting was the most dreadful feeling. 

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the test sitting on the counter between where you sat and where your husband sat in the hallway with the back of his head laid against the door. 

It was silent but not in a malicious way, more of a calming way as his metal hand whirred before the alarm on your phone goes off and you both shoot up to look. 

“Is it…”

“I….”

And you both lean to look at the same time to see just how well those new positions took.

-

[wonyoungandbeautiful]

Jang Wonyoung attends the 2023 Winter Gala ❄️

[mondritter]

"James, since when do you wear my symbol?" "Is just a little memento."

Well, during the week I've been bombarded with a thousand photos of the Met Gala and Sebastian, and obviously my mind was only thinking about Bucky so…

I did this silly little draw (because also remember he did that pose at some point in life and I've always thought it was very cool)

If you're wondering why the dialogue and doodle it's because I'm a BuckyNat trash, so I need next to nothing to make everything about them and the hourglass on his belt was a bonus. Don't mind me :]

[funky-cheese]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I AM NOT OKAY. IM GOING FERALLLLLLLLLL AHRHGFAHDOUHDLHBBDLIHBLKJBNMJKLSKH

[mohish-ko]

welcome our most important MetGala guests!

[wonyoungandbeautiful]

A nod of agreement. That's all she gave as an answer regarding his hairstyle. Truth be told, Wonyoung believed he looked good in anything. However, she couldn't deny that every time he let his forehead show even a bit, he looked much sexier. In her eyes, he was at least. Perhaps, she didn't share the same opinion with his fans but she never cared about them anyway. For an idol, it was ironic how terribly she could read his interactions with atinys. Very early on in their relationship, the brunette felt as though she was thrown into a competition with them without her consent. With the female side of his fans, at least. Silly considering the two never talked about his sexual orientation. But he never seemed to flirt with the male portion anyway. Not publicly at least. Wonyoung never dated boys her age let alone boys outside the industry. At times, she wondered if the men she never gave a chance to would have been different. The few relationships she had never ended very well. Perhaps, it was because they were older and were in different stages of their lives or perhaps it was because they were sought-after men who didn't struggle to get good company. But with Mingi, the idea of competing with all these girls was heightened. Each time she hung out with him, getting ready turned into a lengthy regimen. And soon, she began setting unrealistic beauty standards for herself in pursuit of perfection. Just so he could stop flirting with others, just so he could realize how lucky he was. If he was lucky. So the words he muttered before their lips touched affected her. As though he knew she had been trying to be just that for him. Perfect. With absolutely no flaw. Like a fantasy. At times, she questioned herself. Was he really lucky to have someone like her? Or was she the lucky one in this destructive relationship? Wonyoung was aware of what her enemies and rivals said about her. It wasn't hard to overhear conversations or have staff members share what they had overheard backstage of a multi-artists show. Each time, the complaints were about her awful diva-like personality. Deep down, she knew she could never be perfect. Though, as long as the man she loved said the words, it was enough for her to feel content.

There were sides of her she never showed to others. Only the few people she trusted or cared about. She believed Mingi had seen it all. The good and the bad. Her vulnerable side was one she tried to conceal but sometimes he witnessed it too. Wonyoung was a smart girl. She could read signs easily. Except in one situation: when she was in love. Love clouded her judgement, turning her into the most foolish and naive person. When she was told she cast a spell on the man in her arms, she didn't believe it. When her friends told her that Mingi was obviously infatuated with her with the way he kept following her or casting glances towards her, she didn't believe it. But tonight, when he told her he loved her or that he now was hers, a swarm of butterflies in her stomach erupted like a volcano. And a smile played on her lips, unable to break their passionate embrace. Her fingers gripped his hair tightly behind his neck, drawing him into her and deepening the kiss. She was giddy. Stupidly happy. Like the first time in a long time, she was willing to be vulnerable and forget their issue. Only for tonight. God, what did they put in these champagne flutes! "Want to go upstairs? I heard they booked rooms for us," she boldly suggested as a whisper against his lips. She knew the question could easily be interpreted as an invitation for sex and unless that was what he wanted, it wasn't exactly what she had in mind. "Let's steal some bottles and get drunk. We can play some games," she continued before she eventually pulled away and grabbed his unbruised hand. Only for her to swiftly lead him out of the restroom before he had the chance to answer. Being a trainee since she was 12, she felt as though she had barely any experiences in her personal life. Controlled by her parents then her company, it was a never ending loop that now led her to become a more impulsive and adventurous version of herself. Even more when intoxicated. "The kitchen is in the back over there," she pointed towards a rather spacious white-lit room as she came to a halt in the hallway. Waiters walked in and out of the kitchen with champagne flutes or hors d'oeuvres on the trays they carried. "They got wine and champagne bottles, I'm pretty sure," she whispered. "You can go in and get some stuff and I'll cover for you," she giggled at the stupid idea, brown eyes batted her lashes flirtatiously at him, hoping it would be enough for him to accept the mischievous proposal. It surely wasn't fair to have him be the one to steal while all she had to do was stand there and make sure no one would see him. But Wonyoung was rarely fair.

The evening had taken a dramatic turn the moment Mingi arrived to the gala. The date that was set for the rapper was no one to be found. Instead of wondering or feeling slightly concerned about his date’s whereabouts, he felt somewhat relief that they were a no-show. He had felt slightly awkward when sitting at his table without a partner, but that didn’t last long before Wonyoung filled that spot. The past few weeks had been another the hot and cold session between the pair that he wasn’t exactly sure what temperature setting would be until they began chatting. Conversations felt normal around her once they eliminated the disagreements. Soon they were finding topics to cover as well as sharing laughs and kisses. The night had been perfect. Mingi even considered that they’d be able to move forward despite all of their old issues. Then, things changed, pushing the happy couple back to the root of their problems. Confused as always, Mingi was still trying to salvage whatever hope there was left. Always desperate to keep her at his grasp instead of allowing her to slip through his fingers. He couldn’t remember a situation where he had to fight this hard to keep his happiness, but he did each time, for her. Things had to feel the same for Wonyoung, right? Mingi constantly wondered and longed to ask her that terrifying question. 

Many didn’t see this nurturing side of Wonyoung. They didn’t witness how careful she was when applying his bandages when he was injured. How careful she layered the ointments or heard the softness of her tone. Each moment was different from the last when they covered this step. Between bickering, kissing, or laughing about Mingi’s violence towards other men that showed Wonyoung a lick of attention. The thing that never changed was how careful she was when tending to his bruised hands. Her soft touch handling his hands better than anyone else had, expressing her love without uttering the words. Mingi admitted that it was another reason why he fell so hard. Watching her made his heart flutter the way it was now. How did she not realize that he would have never put their relationship in jeopardy? Wasn’t his love clear? Then, like always, he remembered how carelessly his decision making had been in the past. That he, too, was why trust was an issue for them. Between his forward comments towards fans to storming off in the middle of their perfect night to a fight. Not only abandoning her but filling that strain between her and Yunho. But from the looks of it, they would move forward, away from the fight. Now whatever anger or hurt that he felt was beginning to get whisked away by a simple hair compliment. “Yeah? Should I wear it like this more often?” Not that he had much control of how his hair looked ninety percent of the time, but he would remember it if they had another event such as this one. “That’s fine. The month is nearly over anyway. It'll give my hands to heal for the next one.” He smiled shamelessly, his lips happily welcoming hers with another peck. His eyes usually drew away after a while. His nerves usually getting the best of him that caused him to look away, but for some reason, those nerves never spiked with her. His arms slipped around her small waist, and he pulled her towards him, burying his face into her soft hair. His eyes closed for a few seconds, just taking in her company and the moment while he had her here. Never sure about what tomorrow would bring them. Even in his drunk state proved that he wanted her close when he slightly tightened his arms around her. “You’re perfect” He mumbled just before their lips clashed. His fingers seamlessly slipped through her locks. “I’m yours” He whispered i between their passionate kissing. Wanting to verbally let her know that every part of him laid at her grasp. Knowing that no other woman could have a hold of him like she did, and though many would hate him for it later, he had no desire to look elsewhere. 

[renegadesstuff]

OMG 😍😍 AND THE MATCHING OUTFITS 😩😍

[sweetangel1111]

Sebastian Stan Last night!!!

I found the photos on ig, delighted with the photo in the mirror!!! 💋💋😽

[iheartsebstan]

[wonyoungandbeautiful]

It was clear to Wonyoung that the two women desperately tried to reassure each other — too hopeful that the night could recover from the violent entertainment as they put all their trust on alcohol and time to make it work. Sure, it could work. It seemed that nowadays people had such a short attention span that any major situation could be forgotten in the blink of an eye. "I have faith. And if it doesn't work out, might as well just leave. I'm dying to eat a burger anyway," she admitted. The dinner they were served was exquisite, though she couldn't resist her craving for something more substantial and greasy in her current tipsy state. A giggle escaped her glossy lips at So Hee's words, unable to hide her glee around the actress. "I won't complain! Plus, I don't want to toot my own horn but I heard I give amazing hugs," she beamed. This was her very first interaction off camera with the older woman and strangely, Wonyoung felt like they had known eachother for quite some time — their conversation flowing so easily. "It's not such a bad thing...I mean going alone. Sometimes, it's better not to get distracted by one person. That way, you end up interacting with more people. At least, you avoid being disappointed when you come dateless," she offered a bitter smile, her mind swiftly going back to her current situation with a sigh.

Her head shook, hand following her move almost instantly. "Oh no no, don't worry, I'm good. I'll get more later. It's probably better for me to take a break from it anyway." She could feel the alcohol leaping to her head and coursing through her bloodstream, spreading a warm feeling of comfort. And although she planned to consume more once her feet led her back into the ballroom, she didn't want to bother the other woman nor make herself look like she was dependent on strong beverages to endure the rest of the night. It surely was not the first impression she wanted to leave. "I'll take all the recommendations I can get. Maybe we could even go together," she offered with a smile as she blew her dark bangs out of her eyes so that they just resettled across her forehead. A nod soon followed the actress' words. Wonyoung understood that these events weren't for everyone. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure she was made for them either. Sometimes luxurious events implied that she needed to be on her best behavior and act a certain way to fit the chic mood. "I see. We sure are lucky to be invited to this kind of gala but I do understand where you're coming from. I think it's nice once in a while but nothing beats a more intimate night with people you're close to."

ㅤ    all the two of them can do is hope. it would be tragic if the night wound up being a bust, especially after how much effort the hotel went through preparing the gala and everyone who had taken the time to get ready to attend. oftentimes, so hee forgot how different a group of people from the same industry could be without the pressures of the spotlight and cameras on them. no matter how many times she’s witnessed it, it’s always like she was stepping into a whole new dimension. it almost tends to give her whiplash sometimes.

though it isn’t to say so hee’s naïve to the reality of things, by any means, it is just that she forgets that most of the people attending need a persona, an image to carry and maintain at all times whereas she tends to act more herself unless she has a role or a photoshoot.

“i think once the shock of it all passes, it’ll be nothing but a distant memory for the rest of the night. for most people, anyway. all we can do is simply try to make the best of what’s remaining.”

“keep that up and you will have me squishing you in a hug,” so hee spoke lightheartedly, referring to wonyoung’s compliment, but also because the idol was just too endearing for her heart to handle. the woman gives a shake of her head at the question, hand subconsciously fiddling with the watch that sat clasped around her wrist. “i came alone, i didn’t have it in me to ask who i wanted to attend with me. but i’ve been mingling about and even seen some familiar faces, so it wasn’t so bad.”

so hee notices how wonyoung’s gaze shift to her empty flute which must of had champagne in it. she’d thought to offer up her own, but she had already sipped from her glass. “should i go see if there’s waitstaff around to get you another?” she found herself offering instead. “a spa day does wonders. i know of a really good spa, if you need a recommendation and don’t have a place in mind already.” so hee doesn’t frequent the spa often, but she has done so in between filming days or photoshoots if her schedules allow.

“i guess looks can be pretty deceiving,” she spoke knowingly with a smile. “don’t get me wrong, attending things like this always reminds me that i’ve made it, you know? to be able to attend something so luxurious that most can only dream about, but,” she pauses, crossing one of her legs over the other as she took a second to think. “i just prefer smaller gatherings with close friends and maybe some acquaintances. i think it’s the amount of people that attend events like this that get to me sometimes. i still always manage to have fun though.”

[kwyw]

Not Taylor bringing up “I’ve always thought that folklore to me represented spring and summer, and evermore has always represented fall and winter” after Karlie’s Met Gala theme being the “four seasons” with Karlie being spring… 🙈

[shayesinterlude]

Ok but Anok Yai as live action Princess Winter from TLC??

[leqclerc]

Charles Leclerc, vice champion, receives the P2 trophy at the FIA Prize Giving Ceremony in Bologna, Italy, on 9 December 2022

[wonyoungandbeautiful]

A turn towards the topic of their conversation was enough to confirm Minji's theory. At least, in Wonyoung's intoxicated brain it was. She nodded with a pleased smile — satisfied to see that the pair solved their newfound mystery. "There is no way she didn't do it on purpose! Look, she even got a black and white fur boa," she remarked, completely distracted by the fashion choices of the other woman. It was a bold choice though the brunette couldn't deny that it was quite the look, one that couldn't go unnoticed. Perhaps, it was why she had come to a halt towards her table, picking her as the guest who would finally help them find the dessert Minji so desperately craved. "Can't believe you're getting both cake and death tonight. Does that mean we should just go ahead and steal the cake and eat it in the lounge area? I mean, if you're leaving for good, might as well leave with a bang," she playfully offered though she knew she wouldn't back down if the other idol agreed with her mischievous offer.

Once their attention shifted back to the dessert they were searching for, Wonyoung listened intensely to her new company. Or tried to. Her hazy mind struggled to grasp instructions or directions. "I'm sure I heard her say—" she paused, her eyes wandering around the ballroom with an aimless glance. "Ah, whatever, you must be right! I think the champagne got to me. Come on!" she chuckled as she squeezed her hand, indicating her she was ready to follow her wherever she was taking her.

ㅤ    minji gasps in recognition at the mention of the villainous cartoon character. the young idol swears she could feel her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. “wait, do you think that was her idea for her look tonight?” movements abruptly stopped as she turned to face wonyoung entirely, panic coating minji’s features.

“oh my god, what if she hates me for bothering her?! what if she puts me on some list? i can’t believe cake is my downfall — i had a whole life ahead of me. i was kidding about death; i’m too young to die.” it was clear that in her state, the narrative she’d built upon the scary woman that was doing nothing but simply enjoying her dessert was spooking minji.

when minji does get some sense into her and starts dragging wonyoung around once more, her brows furrow as her dark brown eyes follow the direction of wonyoung’s manicured fingers pointing in the opposite direction. “no. . .?” she began, unsure. “i’m pretty sure she said this way.” minji frowned, fingers pointing in the direction they were already heading towards. “right?” came her rhetorical question as she struggled to remember what the villain told her moments ago. minji never intended to drink this much.

[angelic-barnes]

⤑ sebastian stan | met gala (2024) . 𐦍༘⋆

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