#LOOK AT ALL OUR BOYS ON THE RUNWAY

[ministarfruit]

BRRRR I drew blue holostars for the InStarsZine: A Holostars Fashion Zine!! check it out swaglords... we dressed them boys UP!! 💙

[waitingonher]

because i love you — [hoo boys headcanons]

summary: your "thing" with the hoo boys!

author's note: in honor of the pjo series coming out today,,have this rlly rlly short draft from earlier this year! xoxo

percy jackson — doodling on him

“give me your hand.”

“yes ma’am.”

minutes pass as you doodle gods know what onto percy’s hand. you always resort to this whenever the camp head counselor's meeting begins late—which seems to be every meeting—and giving percy "tattoos" certainly kills time. last meeting, you drew a can of beans and the time before that, was a bouquet of tulips. so honestly his guess being a pair of socks this time isn’t too far of a reach.

“okay, done,” you release his hand, a proud smile gracing your features, “cute right?”

he quirks a brow upon seeing the drawing, “is that…” percy turns his head to the side, gaining better perspective, “is that a flying fish?” 

“wow, you’re good,” you say, giving him a nod of approval, “although, last time you did say that my can of beans looked like a roll of toilet paper…” 

your boyfriend throws his hands in the air, “in my defense, you used a shitty pen so it was hard to tell.” 

“whatever.” 

jason grace — sewing your initials on his clothes

“hi love,” jason says, plopping down beside you on the couch. you give him a bright smile as he places a gentle kiss on your head, “almost done?” 

nodding proudly, you hold up his pair of jeans to show him your work: your initials sewn onto a corner of his back pocket, “yup, just finished actually! what do you think of the color? i think you bought the thread for me on our second date. but i totally forgot i had it until i went digging in my supply box.” 

a grin plasters itself on jason’s face as he nods his head in realization, “i knew the color seemed familiar. i remember wondering why a tiny spool of thread was so expensive. but it’s perfect, i love it,” he kisses your cheek, “all my friends are gonna be so jealous that they don’t have their girlfriends’ initials sewn onto their clothes.” 

you laugh as you imagine jason vehemently bragging about his jeans to all his friends, “tell them i’m charging $50 if they want me to do theirs,” you wink. 

“we’d make more than the stolls’ and their smuggling business if we did that,” he laughs, admiring your work once more. who knew that having your initials on his pants would have such an affect on him, “also, can you do my sweaters and my other jeans?"

you raise a brow, "i might have to start charging you at this point."

leo valdez — impromptu fashion shows

“wow!” you clap enthusiastically, “your outfit even puts paris fashion week outfits to shame!” yes, because a rainbow checkered crop top with a humongous green tutu and a pink boa paired with insanely skinny stilettos beats any and all high fashion runway outfits, “now, leo valdez, can you give us a few words about your new clothing line? and possibly a bit about what it’s like to be so amazingly talented?” you inquire, raising an invisible microphone to his mouth. 

leo oh-so humbly bows and rises with a proud grin, “thank you, thank you, but i honestly must give all credit towards my beautiful muse, y/n, she’s the inspiration behind my new line. and about being so talented, it really is such hard work to be this naturally gifted.”

“ooh, do tell about this ‘y/n.’ i’ve never heard of her but she does sound absolutely gorgeous!” you exclaim, keeping up with the act. 

your boyfriend nods firmly, “oh yes, she’s very, very, very beautiful,” adding a playful wink, “but i must say, she has the worst morning breath i’ve ever encountered!” 

your smile drops and you squint your eyes, “i’m going to choke you with that stupid ugly boa if you don’t take that back right now.” 

“uh ma’am,” leo backs up nervously, clutching his boa, “i’m going to have to call security if you threaten me again.” 

"i'm seriously going to kill you."

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCRAZY WOMAN ON TOUR * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where during day 2 of the Sturniolo Triplets Surprise Party Tour, an insane woman tries to get the boys' attention in a very rude way, interrupting Chris and annoying Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　second-hand embarrassment (lol), purposefully change of the woman's name.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: For the ones who don't know what this is about, watch this.

A/N³: I don't know why, but watching the scene of the woman on yesterday's show reminded me of this, and I felt inspired to write this 😭.

Y/N's eyes gleamed with pride and admiration as she watched her boyfriend and his brothers, the golden stage lights casting a beautiful glow over the two vibrant orange couches where the triplets sat.

Matt and Nick lounged comfortably on the left one, their elbows draped lazily over the armrests, while Chris occupied the right couch alone, his right leg crossed over his left.

"Because we're triplets, and we're so close, like, doing all this-" Chris began, his fingers grazing the tattoo on his ankle. But before he could continue, an abrupt, high-pitched voice from the balcony cut the moment like a knife.

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Chris blinked, his lips parting slightly as he turned his head toward the disruption.

"... Um, hi, Lany." With an exasperated look, he simply muttered before refocusing on his brothers, determined to continue speaking.

But before another syllable could leave his mouth, the same voice shrieked once more.

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Nick, who had been shifting slightly in his seat, turned sharply toward the source of the noise, lifting his microphone to his mouth with such a strength that Matt swore it would hit his front teeth.

"Can you stop talking?"

For a few seconds, an uneasy silence stretched across the theater before Chris resumed his talking.

"But basically, what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, was that our tour is so unique and so genuine-"

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Chris’s jaw visibly clenched, his eyes momentarily shutting in frustration as the same disruptive voice rang out once more.

And that was it.

That was the moment Y/N’s patience finally snapped.

She had been trying - truly trying - to maintain her composure, to let security handle it, to ignore the way this woman was actively trying to end the boys' moment. But the audacity of continuously cutting Chris off, interrupting his focus, and disturbing the flow of their conversation made her skin crawl.

Y/N despised seeing him struggle to stay composed, knowing how much this tour and his surprise for this night meant to him - being right by his side when he got his tattoos. Her fingers curled into her palms, sharp nails hurting her soft skin, and with a steady exhale, she pushed herself up from her seat.

Her movements were smooth but purposeful, pure authority in the way she started walking toward the stairs leading to the balcony. She wasn’t moving impulsively - no, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Chris, noticing her stand, flicked his gaze toward her briefly, his lips pressing together.

But he didn’t stop her. He knew better.

As she walked, fans sitting by the edge of the rows around the small runway turned their heads, their eyes widening in excitement. Some exchanged whispers, giddy over seeing her so close, while others simply watched in admiration.

They adored her just as much as the boys.

As Y/N finally reached the first row of the balcony, her voice softened, a big contrast to the tension in those around the crazy lady.

"Excuse me." She murmured, offering polite smiles to the fans as she carefully navigated her way past them. "So sorry, just need to get through. Thank you."

Finally, she reached her target.

Lany, seemingly preparing to scream once again, inhaled deeply, but before she could release another obnoxious shriek, Y/N stepped between her and the railing, positioning herself directly in her line of sight.

Her presence alone was commanding, her expression unreadable yet firm. Lowering her voice, she leaned in slightly.

"You need to stop." She said, voice calm but firm. "If you keep this up, you're going to have to leave."

The woman scoffed, folding her arms as she tilted her head.

"Oh, and who exactly are you?"

Y/N's lips curved just slightly, but there was no humor in her eyes.

"I’m the person telling you to stop." She replied, her voice unwavering.

Lany opened her mouth again, tilting her body so her eyes could meet the stage, her breath hitching as she prepared to yell. Y/N, already anticipating it, exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes before making her next move.

In one swift motion, she draped her arm around the woman’s shoulders - not aggressively - but with enough pressure to assume control.

Immediately, several fans close by stood up, concern flashing across their faces, fearing that the woman would hurt Y/N. But Y/N was quick to turn her head slightly and flash them a soft, reassuring smile.

"I’m okay." She murmured, her voice smooth as silk.

Despite the subtle struggle, Lany quickly realized she was outmatched. With little choice, the woman allowed herself to be led toward the stairs.

At the top of it, Paul, the boys' head security guard, and Y/N's favored, was already waiting. His expression flickered with concern as Y/N approached, his gaze scanning her for any sign of distress.

"Please escort her out. She’s done here." Y/N instructed, her tone neutral but firm.

Paul gave a curt nod, his grip solid as he took the woman from Y/N's hold, ignoring the way she tried to escape his hands.

"Understood."

Y/N took a deep breath, her shoulders rolling back as she released the last bit of tension from her muscles. Her gaze instinctively dropped down to the stage, where Matt was talking now. Her eyes were quick to meet Chris's figure, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed everything that had just happened.

Then, as if sensing her eyes on him, Chris glanced up. And when their gazes locked, she sent him a small, knowing smile - one only meant for him.

Chris exhaled, his posture finally easing, his fingers once again tracing the ink on his ankle as he prepared to finally watch the video carrying his surprise.

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[norrisainz33]

Glimpse || OP81

☆ summary: oscar’s long time girlfriend is rather private and always has been despite her family’s fame. slowly but surely fans start to discover more about her!

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x laeno!sibling!private!reader

☆ fc & warnings: various girls from pinterest & slightly suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes! sorry it took my literally forever. thank you for taking the time to request 🫶🏻

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ynlaeno: festivals with my favorite sister means we get to serve fits again ✨

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lilymhe: you are so hot

ynlaeno: no baby girl that’s you

alexandrasaintmleux: the world really is your runway

ynlaeno: you are one to talk 🤤

yourbff: bestie when are you going to be a model and grace the world with your beauty

ynlaeno: sooner than you think!

oscarpiastri: 🤤🤤🤤 god you look good baby

ynlaeno: thank you handsome 😘

landonorris: gross get a room

oscarpiastri: we have and you were mad about that too

landonorris: yeah bc your drivers room is connected to mine!!

ynlaeno: boys please 🫠

nicoleaeno: i love you sissy 🤍

ynlaeno: i love you more

mclarenf1: the most iconic sister duo ever

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f1gossip: everyone’s favorite wag, y/n, has been featured in her sister nicole’s most recent dance video!! this is the first time she’s been seen in a youtube video so this is big news and seems she’s as talented of a dancer as nicole!! maybe this is a sign that y/n’s finally going to share more

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user1: omg she can dance????? ugh i’m in love

user2: wondering if there’s anything y/n can’t do

user3: i wish we got to see her more often

user7: ugh me too y/n seems so cool

user4: i’m so jealous of their talent

user5: oscar is a lucky man , what i wouldn’t give for one chance

user8: no fr oscar is so lucky i mean look at her

user10: i’m begging one of you guys to get accepted as a follower on her insta so we can see what’s there

user13: working on it 😭

user9: y/n will forever be my favorite

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oscarpiastri: a week off means i get to follow the love of my life around and support her as she crushes the NY fashion week runway. i’m so proud of you y/n 🧡

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user1: FASHION WEEK?!

user2: she walked at fashion week?!?!?!? oh my GOD

user3: oscar im going to take your girlfriend

lewishamilton: congrats y/n! absolutely loved the collection

ynlaeno: thank you lew 😭

user5: y/n in her model era! lewis has competition fr

ynlaeno: osco 😭😭😭 thank you sweet boy

oscarpiastri: i love you gorgeous

ynlaeno: i love you more

oscarpiastri: simply not possible sweetheart

georgerussell63: and what can’t she do 💅🏻

ynlaeno: drive an f1 car!

georgerussell63: fair but you are good at karting! you even beat oscar last time!

user3: GEORGE DROPPING MORE LORE. she is good at karting??? y/n please let us know more about you im begging

mclarenf1: we love our fashion icon ynlaeno

user6: i knew this girl could dress but who knew she could own the runway too wtf

user7: y/n crumbs , thank you oscar

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user18: IS THAT Y/N?! SHE SINGS?!

user14: why is it that every day i learn of a new skill y/n possesses

user4: MOTHER Y/N

oscarpiastri: i can’t wait to see this 😍

nicolelaeno: it’s going to be a good one!! y/n FINALLY agreed to sing for me 🤍

yourbff: yesssss she finally decided to sing for a video?!

nicolelaeno: it only took a lot of bribing, begging and pleading!! ms girl loves her privacy but she’s too talented to not share

user16: just fell to the floor

ynlaeno: 👀 i’m so nervous for everyone to see this

nicolelaeno: don’t be, you’re so talented y/n/n 🫶🏻

nicolelaeno: plus the internet literally loves you

lilymhe: my talented bestie back at it again

user7: more y/n crumbs! thank you nicole

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f1gossip: this week on what lore are we going to learn about y/n: her and oscar were spotted out and about at an art gallery, she was in the background of an archery video that Nicole posted recently as well as a video from Nicole of y/n signing her favorite high school musical song and a video of her reading to a class of children has also surfaced. what do you all think about the ever elusive and private y/n being featured more often on social media?

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user1: i feel like in the past month alone i’ve learned more about y/n than i ever had before despite her and oscar being together for so long

user5: obsessed with this. i hope we keep seeing more of y/n

user6: y/n just casually being good at everything again

user7: talented, beautiful, kind ,,,, she is the total package

user11: oscar’s really winning with her

oscarpiastri: yes, i really am

user11: oh my god it’s him

user9: just give me one chance y/n

user13: chat i love y/n so much

user12: very demure, very mindful, very cutesy

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user9: gnawing at the bars of my encloser

user93: oh this outfit is eating

logansargeant: ok lover boy

oscarpiastri: hehe that’s me

user56: oscar your page is becoming a y/n fan account

lilymhe: god dmn i’m in love

oscarpiastri: get in line 😭

lilymhe: NO

user7: y/n crumbs, thank you oscar!

ynlaeno: omg baby 🥹🥹🥹🥹

oscarpiastri: you’re so beautiful

ynlaeno: you’re too sweet

oscarpiastri: and you’re the love of my life

ynlaeno: and you’re mine forever 🤍

alexandrasaintmleux: please tell her to send me that skirt

oscarpiastri: only if you send me leo in exchange

user8: i get it, if she was my girl id post her like this too

user66: OMG ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

user47: the way she went from 781 followers to 134,978 in 24 hours needs to be studied.

user6: this might be the most aesthetically pleasing feed i’ve ever seen

user8: the way oscar is in almost every single one of the comments saying how much he loves her and how beautiful she is 😭😭😭😭

user81: man is obsessed and i’m so here for it

user76 y/n’s biggest fan award goes to oscar 😭

user87: if my partner doesn’t hype up my every move like oscar does for y/n… i don’t want it

user32: oscar has single handedly raised my standards for men

user12: please tell me y’all saw all her story highlights of her singing

user16: don’t forget all the ones where she’s dancing 😭

user18: there’s nothing this girl can’t do

user98: i didn’t think i could love her more but honestly after this glimpse into her life,,,, i really do

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user66: HI (louder than everyone else)

user98: omg hi mother

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty girl!! i can’t wait to see you in singapore 🤍

ynlaeno: i can’t wait to see YOU!! its been too long since we had a girls night. let’s get dinner (without the boys 😉)

alexandrasaintmleux: yes please mon amor

oscarpiastri: pic credits?!

ynlaeno: thanks for the pic oscar, you’ve been trained well 😉

oscarpiastri: ☺️☺️☺️ i’m learning

ynlaeno: yes you are sweet boy

nicolelaeno: ok gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. i miss you so much

ynlaeno: i miss you too bestie. i hope college is amazing

user56: i got a notif that you posted and got so excited

landonorris: you better text me before you drop THE post

ynlaeno: it’s taken me forever to pick the right pictures but it’ll be dropping shortly

landonorris: eeeeeeeeek

user9: first story on public omg 😭😭

lilymhe: i am outrageously obsessed with you

ynlaeno: and i’m obsessed with you my gorgeous bestie

user23: HI HI HI HI HI

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ynlaeno: something so exciting happened that i had to share it with you all. welcome to the page of the future mrs. piastri 🤍

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ynlaeno: p.s. everyone say thank you lando for the impromptu photo shoot!! we love you dearly muppet 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: thank you lando!

landonorris: you are so welcome. love you both to the moon and back ❤️

user4: no this is the cutest interaction i’ve ever seen im sick

user37: lando taking the pictures of them has me violently crying

user68: knowing lando took these pictures….. this might be the best thing to ever happen to me

oscarpiastri: i can’t wait to marry my best friend!! i love you my fiancé

ynlaeno: FIANCÉ!!! i know that’s right 🤍

user38: i love love

user27: THIS IS AN ICONIC FIRST PUBLIC POST

nicoleleano: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

ynlaeno: me too bestie

user45: icon status wow

georgerussell63: congratulations 🤍

ynlaeno: thanks georgie 🤍

lilymhe: i’m openly weeping 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🤍🤍🤍

ynlaeno: 🤍🫶🏻😭

user96: she’s so real for this i’d come off private to brag about being engaged to the oscar piastri too

nicolepiastri: congrats you two 🧡

ynlaeno: thank you mama p 🤍

user46: best day ever for annoying ppl (me)

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! been busy with life and also having trouble with ideas. hoping to get back into the swing of things during fall break 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[kxsagi]

hiii! how r you? i like your writings so much<3 can you do this one where the reader is the pilot/captain of the plane the bllk boys are flying on?

“𝟏𝟎-𝟒, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭”

a/n: i'm good and i hope you are too! thank you so much!!!

ngl this request idea reminded me of that one caleb tik tok edit audio where he’s like “10-4, captain caleb out” with take my breath away playing (hence the titel)

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, hyoma chigiri, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

he’s dead silent the entire boarding process. headphones in. hoodie up. classic. 

until he hears the pilot’s voice over the intercom and thinks: that sounds familiar… 

then you say your name and he just… freezes mid-scroll. no music. no breathing. no way. 

stares at the ceiling like it personally betrayed him. 

you’re flying this plane? oh gosh. he’s proud of you, of course, you’re amazing, he just didn’t mentally prepare for this. 

texts you: “we're not gonna die right” “i trust you but also i’m scared” “i love you btw” 

won’t admit he was nervous until like a week later. 

makes you a bento the day after to “thank you for keeping his ass alive.” 

isagi yoichi

literally gasps when he hears your voice on the speaker. 

beaming like a proud dad. keeps telling the flight attendants “that’s my girlfriend!!” like a loser. 

opens flight radar just to stare at the little plane icon and pretend he understands what’s going on. 

tries to peek into the cockpit before takeoff. gets caught. blushes. 

will not shut up about how ✨cool✨ and ✨smart✨ you are. 

“babe, you flew the plane! like? the actual PLANE???” 

asks you a million questions afterward like you’re a celebrity. 

makes it his phone wallpaper: you in your pilot uniform, looking all hot and composed. 

mikage reo

his reaction is immediate and dramatic: “no. way.” 

claps like he’s in the front row of a runway show. 

“i knew you were talented but babe this is HOT.” 

keeps bragging to everyone nearby. “i invested in this airline. emotionally, too.” 

calls his family during boarding just to say, “guess who’s flying my plane? MY GIRLFRIEND.” 

asks if he can get cockpit selfies with you after the flight. 

will try to buy the whole airline just to rename it after you. 

nagi seishiro

half asleep when you announce your name over the intercom. 

slowly opens one eye. stares at the speaker. groans. “so loud...” 

texts you: “you’re the pilot? that’s kinda sick” “wake me up if we crash” 

immediately falls back asleep. 

wakes up halfway through the flight, checks the sky outside the window and shrugs. “guess she’s good at this too.” 

kisses your cheek after landing and says, “good game.” 

gets weirdly obsessed with flight simulators after this. 

hyoma chigiri

jaw hits the floor. you’re the pilot? 

he’s in awe the whole time, even while trying to stay calm and collected. 

heart flutters when you say “this is your captain speaking.” 

he clutches his seat during turbulence but tells himself, “no, she’s got this. she’s amazing. she’s got this.” 

definitely brings you flowers the next time he sees you. 

insists on taking cute post-landing photos with you and says, “i want to show our future kids how badass their mom is.” 

kaiser michael

smirking immediately. 

“ah, so i am in good hands.” 

texts you: “i think i’m in love with my captain” “take me to the mile high club”

acts chill but is actually so turned on by how powerful and composed you sound. 

gets way too into the captain/flight attendant roleplay ideas afterward. 

flirts with the flight attendant just to make you jealous, until you purposely hit turbulence for one second and he shuts up. 

bachira meguru

screams. “THAT’S MY BABY!” 

literally runs down the aisle (the flight attendant has to stop him). 

flirty text: “can i press buttons in the cockpit? pretty please?” 

asks if he can wear your hat. 

draws you in a superhero cape later with the caption “CAPTAIN CUTIE” in all caps. 

you catch him narrating the flight to his seatmate like it’s a magical journey: “and now my beautiful girlfriend is taking us over the clouds…” 

itoshi sae

he does not react externally. at all. like he hears your voice and just blinks slowly. 

the most emotion he shows is a very subtle smirk and maybe a nose exhale. 

he already knew you were a pilot but didn’t expect to be on your flight. 

checks the flight info and texts you: “you better not crash. i have a commercial to film tomorrow.” then a second text: “jk” “don’t get distracted thinking about me.” 

wears a sleeping mask the whole time. 

but after landing, he purposely waits at the gate for you just to say in that dry, quiet voice: “smooth landing. you looked hot up there.” 

gives you a lil side hug like he’s not absolutely obsessed with you. 

shidou ryusei

deadass gets turned on the moment you say “this is your captain speaking.” 

full-on puts his hands over his mouth like he just saw a hot celebrity walk by. 

“no fucking way. MY GIRLFRIEND? THE PILOT? OH, I’M GONNA DIE SEXY.” 

immediately presses the call button and tries to bribe a flight attendant to let him in the cockpit. 

texts you: “hey baby wanna join me in the air tonight 🤭” “you can land on me later” 

gets way too excited during turbulence. “IS SHE TESTING ME?” 

when the plane lands smoothly he claps obnoxiously and yells “THAT’S MY GIRL!!” from row 12A. 

calls you “captain mommy” for the next week and you have to threaten to ground him. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[slutforvoldy]

can you do a ollie bearman x model reader x kimi antonelli smut?

“ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? ” ( ollie bearman & kimi antonelli ! )

SUMMARY: after doing a lingerie walk on the runway, you barely have time to catch your breath before the boys make it clear—now, it’s their show.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: contains mature (18+) themes! threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, eiffel tower, praising, degredation, pet names, nipple sucking, language, kind of ooc.

pairing: ollie bearman x model!reader x kimi antonelli

a/n: *clutches the holy water*

YOU JUST STEPPED off the runway, the lights still flashing behind your eyes like an image burned into your memory. Your heels clicked against the hallway floor, passing the quiet buzz of crew and models, all half-dressed and mid-prep, but your focus tunneled in on one thing: the presence behind you.

Two of them. You didn’t even have to look. You knew.

The soft click of the door behind you was followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock sliding shut.

“You looked incredible out there,” Ollie murmured, voice low and molten. “That last set you wore…” A slow exhale left his lips. “You were practically begging for trouble.”

“She always is,” Kimi added, voice rougher, darker. “Especially when she knows we’re watching.”

Still facing the mirror, you smiled to yourself, fingers running through your hair with practiced ease—like your skin wasn’t already humming for their touch.

“Trouble?” you said, lifting a brow.

Ollie stepped forward first, his hand brushing down your arm. “Irresistible,” he corrected, fingertips grazing over the sheer lingerie. “This is new, yeah?”

You nodded, your breath catching as Kimi closed the distance behind you, the room suddenly smaller, the air thick with something heavier than post-show adrenaline.

“You have no idea how hard we’re going to ruin you tonight,” Kimi whispered at your ear.

The moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Ollie leaned in, lips brushing the curve of your shoulder. “Shh… you don't want people to know how much of a slut you are, do you?” His breath ghosted over your skin.

Kimi’s hands were already on your waist, bold and steady, his chest brushing yours from behind as Ollie stepped in closer. The press of their bodies against you made your knees falter.

“You looked like a fucking dream out there,” Ollie whispered, low and possessive. “But now you’re ours.”

They took their time. Every movement was intentional, reverent, teasing. Ollie slipped in behind you, brushing your hair to one side.

“This neck,” he murmured, lips dragging across your pulse. “Always so sensitive.”

His tongue flicked against the spot below your ear, and then his teeth grazed your skin—just enough to make your breath hitch and your thighs press together. “God,” you whispered.

Ollie caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face to his. “Don’t you dare look away,” he growled. “I want to watch every second of you falling apart for us.”

Kimi was already kneeling, eyes locked on yours as his hands slid up your thighs. His mouth found the inside of one, kissing it slowly—hot, firm—lingering just beside where you needed him most. He didn’t move higher. Not yet.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured.

Ollie’s hands moved to the straps of your lingerie, sliding them down your arms inch by agonizing inch. The fabric dropped, baring you to the cool air and the warmth of his gaze. He bent forward, lips brushing your collarbone, before descending—slow, careful—until his mouth closed around your breast.

A sharp gasp escaped you. His tongue circled your nipple before he sucked gently, hand cradling the other with careful pressure. You arched into him, completely at their mercy.

“Perfect,” Ollie murmured. “You always are.”

Meanwhile, the last bit of lace slipped from your hips, leaving you bare. Kimi groaned softly beneath his breath.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered. His finger dragged slowly from your clit to your entrance, teasing the slickness there before pushing in just enough to make you whimper.

“So wet already?” His smirk was wicked.

You nodded, breathless. “Mhm.”

His tongue followed—first a flick, then a slow, deliberate stroke that had your knees buckling. His fingers kept working you open, his hot tongue locked onto your clit, licking and sucking it desperately, knowing the effect it has on you.

"I love the way you taste," Kimi praised against your cunt, "You taste so fucking sweet, sweetheart."

You reached behind you, trying to grip Ollie, ground yourself in something.

Ollie’s lips found yours again—hot, urgent, hungry. His hands held your waist steady as he kissed you deep, while Kimi devoured you merciless.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ollie murmured into your mouth.

You whimpered into the kiss, the coil in your stomach getting tighter but before it could snap, Kimi pulled back, licking his lips with a smirk.

“Close?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, trembling. “Y-yeah…”

“Not yet,” Ollie whispered, biting your earlobe. “Not until you beg.”

“I need you,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “Both of you.”

“Good girl,” Kimi praised, voice molten.

Ollie turned you gently, guiding you forward onto the couch as Kimi rose to stand before you. Your back pressed against Ollie’s chest, his hands roaming over your waist as he bent you forward slightly.

“Trust us,” Ollie murmured into your ear, his breath sending another wave of heat through your body. “We’ve been thinking about this one for a while.”

Kimi’s bulge was level with your face, his expression dark and amused.

“Have you ever tried this one?” he asked, teasingly.

You shook your head, wide-eyed.

“Then you’re in for a fucking treat.”

Ollie’s hips pressed against your backside, his belt unbuckling behind you. You could hear the zip, feel the heat of him through his boxers, rubbing against you just enough to make you squirm.

“Feel this? It’s just for you.” He said in a low voice.

You were bent over before Kimi, hands sliding up his thighs with a quiet urgency, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants.

He smirked down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement at your neediness.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he muttered, voice rich and low. “Impatient already?”

Your eyes met his, wide and wanting. “Please,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I want you, Kimi. I need you.”

His gaze burned into yours. “Begging suits you,” he said, letting the words drag. “But since our pretty girl asked so nicely…”

Kimi’s fingers moved to the button of his trousers, but before he could finish, your hands covered his, stopping him.

“Can I?” you said, voice soft—pleading.

His expression darkened with something deeper, something feral. “How could I say no to that, pretty?”

You eased the button open, pulling the zipper down with slow, hungry hands. His boxers strained against him, the dark fabric already wet where his arousal pressed against it.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the bulge—soft, teasing—your lips barely grazing the damp spot. Kimi groaned, hips twitching forward, the sound low and guttural.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head tipping back for a second. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Behind you, Ollie’s presence loomed—hot and electric. You felt the deliberate drag of his cock against your slick folds, slow and torturous. He coated himself in your arousal, teasing your entrance but not giving in.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Ollie’s voice was husky, threaded with restraint.

Your answer was a soft, desperate, “Mhm…”

The moment he began to push in, the stretch stole your breath. You gripped Kimi’s thighs for balance as a moan spilled from your lips.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Ollie groaned against you, his voice shaking with restraint as he sunk in deeper, stretching you out, letting you feel all of him inside you.

Kimi’s fingers grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, guiding your mouth towards his cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, “Suck on it.”

You obeyed, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him with a pace that matched Ollie’s behind you. Then your lips met the tip—soft, teasing licks that made his breath hitch.

“That’s it… fuck, that’s our good girl,” Kimi whispered, jaw clenched.

You took your time, teasingly circling your tongue around his cock, letting each movement build the tension.

Kimi’s breath grew heavier, losing his composure. He immediately grabbed your hair tighter and started bucking his hips in a quick pace, practically fucking your mouth.

"You like this, huh? You like being our little fucktoy? Like the whore you are." Kimi hissed.

Behind you, Ollie picked up the rhythm—each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and every drag of his voice in your ear only spurred you further.

“You’re being so good for us,” he growled. “Taking both of us like this… like you were made for it.”

His thrusts went a deeper and harder now, pushing your hips forward, letting you go straight forward into Kimi, forcing his cock to go deeper down into your throat.

You couldn’t speak—your throat too tight, your mouth too full. Instead, your eyes fluttered up to meet Kimi’s, glassy and desperate.

Kimi’s thumb brushed your cheek, just barely gentle. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, letting the praise slip through grit teeth.

"Want me to cum on your mouth, pretty girl?" Kimi’s voice was low, a teasing edge in his tone, while you only hummed in response.

"I'm going to cum on your throat until you choke, fuck—" He moaned as he covers your throat with his thick white cum, you swallowed all of them instantly moaning at the taste.

"Such a good girl," He praised, "Look at you, so fucking cock drunk, right now," He chuckled darkly.

“She’s close,” Ollie muttered to Kimi, voice hushed and reverent.

Kimi chuckled darkly. “Yeah? Let’s push her over, then.”

Ollie reached out his hand towards your clit and started circling it, sending shockwaves throughtout your body, feeling your knees getting weak with each second.

You whimpered, body tight and shaking. Every touch, every sound, every filthy, beautiful word was too much��but not enough.

Kimi stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, gentler now. “You can let go,” he said, voice dipping into something softer.

The world blurred. You clung to the edge, nails pressing into Kimi’s thighs, hips pushing back into Ollie like instinct. Pleasure coiled in your stomach, hot and dangerous, threatening to snap—

And then, in one breathless second, it did.

Your cry was muffled against Kimi's cock—while Ollie held you through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin as your body trembled between them.

"Fuck, you're so tight, princess…" Ollie groaned as he rattled himself inside of you, chasing his orgasm. You could feel the way he twitched deep inside.

The way you clenched around him in that moment—tight, pulsing, overwhelming—was all it took to send him spiraling after you, covering your walls with his cum, his breath stuttering as he buried himself deep.

You were trembling, the aftershocks rippling through you like waves—but they didn’t ease up. Not completely. Not yet.

Ollie hadn’t pulled out. His hands still held your hips with a bruising grip, thumbs dragging slow circles into your skin like he was calming you down and winding you back up at the same time.

You eased back, letting Kimi’s cock slip from your lips, a breathless murmur escaping you. “I feel so full…” you whispered, thighs trembling as you feel Ollie's cum slowly trickled down from your full pussy to your legs.

“You thought we were done?” Kimi rasped above you. “Not even close.”

[kiyawritesforf1]

RUN FROM THE SPOTLIGHT (PART 1)

Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader

Daniel Ricciardo x Platonic!reader

TW : Sexual Assault (not detailed but engage at your own risk)⚠️

Words - 3k

The rain in Paris was relentless, a silver curtain that blurred the city’s edges and soaked Y/N to the bone as she stood outside Matteo Rossi’s atelier. Her umbrella sagged, dripping onto the uneven cobblestones, her pulse a staccato against her ribs. His text had been a command disguised as an invite: New campaign. Tonight. My suite. Don’t disappoint. She’d hesitated—Matteo’s vibe had soured lately—but the gig was too lucrative, and he’d been her ladder to the top since she was a raw nineteen-year-old with a cheap portfolio and big dreams.

The suite was a cocoon of dim light and luxury, the air heavy with his cologne and the faint musk of leather furniture. Matteo greeted her with a glass of red wine, his silver hair glinting, his grin sharp as a blade. “Cara mia,” he said, pressing the glass into her hand. “You’re late.”

“Rain,” she muttered, setting the drink aside. “Can we start?”

He smirked, gesturing to a rack of gowns—bold, shimmering things that screamed his name. She stepped into the first, a deep sapphire piece that clung like water, and he circled her, his gaze a physical weight. She’d weathered his flirtations before—“You’re my muse, Y/N”—but tonight, his eyes stripped her bare in a way that churned her stomach.

“Exquisite,” he said, too close, his fingers grazing her collarbone. “Though I’d argue you’re wasted in clothes.”

She flinched, masking it with a tight smile. “Let’s keep this professional, Matteo.”

His laugh was low, predatory. “Oh, cara, we’re past that.” He stepped in, his hand sliding to her hip, then lower, and the room tilted. She pushed him back, firm but civil—“Stop it”—but he didn’t budge. The click of the lock registered too late; he’d bolted the door when she wasn’t looking. Panic surged as he shoved her against the sofa, his bulk pinning her, his breath sour with wine.

“Get off!” she yelled, clawing at his face, nails drawing blood. He cursed, recoiling just enough for her to twist free, her blouse tearing as she lunged for the door. She fumbled the lock open, his voice slicing through her escape.

“Run all you like,” he said, holding up his phone. The screen glowed—a shaky video of her struggling, half-undressed, his shadow looming. “Talk, and this buries you. Your pretty racer boy, your little F1 brother? Gone.”

She stumbled into the storm, the rain washing away tears she didn’t let fall, the video a shackle she couldn’t break.

Milan’s charity gala was a fever dream of light and sound, the runway a polished stage where Y/N moved like a phantom. Matteo’s emerald gown hugged her frame, its fabric a silent taunt of that night. The crowd—dripping in wealth and good intentions—cheered, blind to the tremor in her hands, the fragility of her smile. She was still their “Heart of the Runway,” but the heart was cracking.

Lando Norris slouched in the fifth row, his McLaren cap pulled low, his tie a crumpled mess. He’d flown from Spa to Milan on a whim, chasing the spark of her—his girlfriend of thirteen months, the girl who’d steal his hoodies and mock his driving over late-night calls. She’d been off lately, a shadow creeping into her texts, her laughter dimming. Tonight, her glance slid past him, empty, and his chest tightened.

“She’s not herself,” he said to Daniel Ricciardo, who lounged beside him, twirling a straw in his drink.

Daniel squinted, studying her. “She’s smashing it, mate. What’s your glitch?”

“No wink. No nothing. She’s… gone.”

“Probably knackered,” Daniel said, shrugging. “Our sis has been grinding—charity gigs, fittings, the lot.”

Backstage, Y/N peeled off the gown, her skin prickling where Matteo’s eyes had lingered. He’d hovered, all charm and menace—“You’re radiant, cara”—and she’d nodded, mute, fleeing to her hoodie like it was armor. Lando and Daniel waited in the hall, their voices a tether to a life she was losing. Lando pulled her into a hug, his warmth a balm she couldn’t keep, and she pressed her face to his chest, memorizing him.

“You good?” he asked, his lips brushing her hair.

“Yeah,” she lied, the word ash in her mouth. “Just tired.”

Daniel mussed her hair, grinning. “You’re a legend, Y/N. Food? I’m buying.”

“Next time,” she said, stepping back. “Promise.”

Lando’s eyes lingered, worried, but he let her go. She walked to her hotel alone, the echo of Matteo’s threat a drumbeat in her skull. In her room, she locked the door, slid down the wall, and let the sobs rip free—silent, shuddering, a storm she’d held too long.

The fracture spread slow and deep. Matteo’s presence was a virus—his hands brushing her at fittings, his whispers a constant blade: “Keep quiet, or they all see.” She played along, smiled for cameras, but the mirror betrayed her—gaunt cheeks, eyes like bruises. Lando’s texts piled up—Miss you. You sure you’re okay?—and she’d dodge with emojis, her voice too brittle to call. Daniel’s FaceTimes went to voicemail, her excuses flimsy: Busy. Swamped. Soon.

Paris haunted her, a wound festering. Then, a week before Milan, the nausea hit—sharp, relentless, blamed on nerves until a test in her London flat showed two blue lines. Pregnant. The truth landed like a punch, stealing her air. Matteo’s face flashed—his hands, his sneer—and revulsion mixed with something softer, fiercer. This baby was hers, not his—a boy, she decided, picturing dark hair like hers, a life untainted. She couldn’t end it, couldn’t punish him for her scars. Her savings, fat from years of runways, could buy a new beginning. She’d run, shield him, start clean.

Milan was her farewell. She walked that runway with a ghost’s grace, her decision made. Back home, she packed a duffel—clothes, cash, a burner phone—sold her flat in a blur, and smashed her old life to pieces. Her final text to Lando was a knife twist: I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. Don’t call. She burned every bridge and disappeared into the night.

Lando’s Miami hotel room was a cage of silence, the Grand Prix’s roar muted by the text searing his screen. I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. Don’t call. He stared, willing it to shift, to explain itself. He called—voicemail, cold and final. Texts died, undelivered. By dusk, her digital footprint vanished—Instagram, Twitter, gone. Her number was a dead line. He sank onto the bed, hands shaking, the world unmoored.

Daniel stormed in, summoned by Lando’s broken voice. “What’s happening?”

“She’s gone,” Lando said, throat raw. “Dumped me. Vanished.”

Daniel scrolled their last chat—her ribbing him about a karting fail, five days back. “This isn’t her. She doesn’t ditch us.”

“She did.” Lando flung his phone, a Silverstone photo glaring up—her in his cap, laughing, him nuzzling her neck. “She’s been fading, Dan. I missed it.”

Daniel paced, digging through memories. “Monaco—she barely ate, kept twitching at every sound. Said she was fine when I pushed.”

“Paris,” Lando rasped. “She came back hollow. Wouldn’t talk. I let it slide.”

They clawed for answers. Her agency offered fluff: Y/N’s on a break. Her flat was sold, the landlord mute. Friends were baffled, some stung by her silence. The internet spun tales—Lando’s affair! Her secret fling!—but they rang hollow. She wasn’t running to someone; she was running from something.

Daniel unearthed a text, weeks old: Matteo’s a sleaze. Too grabby lately. Lando’s blood iced. “Him?”

“Could be,” Daniel said, jaw tight. “She’d hide it if it was ugly. Protect us.”

Lando stood, fury and fear coiling. “We’re finding her. She’s out there, broken, and I’m not losing her.”

St. Ives was a jagged edge of Cornwall, cliffs biting the sea, the town a tangle of stone and salt. Y/N landed there, her platinum hair dyed chestnut, cropped short, her runway poise swapped for a slouch in thrift-store coats. Her savings bought a cottage—peeling paint, creaking floors, hers. A job at “Pages & Pints,” a bookshop with a beer tap, paid the rest—quiet, cash-under-the-table work stacking novels and pouring pints.

Three months in, her belly swelled, a boy kicking beneath her ribs. She named him Finn, after a fisherman’s tale she’d read, a nod to the sea that hid her. She’d forged a brittle peace—tea at sunrise, walks where the wind drowned her thoughts. Matteo’s video loomed, a guillotine he could drop, but here, in this nowhere, it felt distant. She’d left Lando’s voice, Daniel’s warmth, her old self, to save Finn from her ruin.

Nights carved her hollow—dreams of Lando’s touch, Daniel’s grin, waking to a cold bed. A McLaren sticker on a tourist’s bag would jolt her, grief slicing fresh. But Finn was her anchor, his tiny heartbeat her reason. She’d stay lost, a ghost with a purpose, and they’d never find her.

END OF PART 1

[livwritessometimes]

F1 Uni Series: Intro

: Here is a little glimpse of some of our students at the F1 University!

: Next

: Series Masterlist

: Main Masterlist

…

Pierre Gasly

• Pierre Gasly, the infamous playboy of F1 University

• Known for hosting “Keeping up with The Grid,” a podcast where he keeps all the students updated about what’s going on with the rest of the university

• Can be considered a little self obsessed but who isn’t?

Charles Leclerc

• Charles Leclerc, the music prodigy

• Rumour has it that Charles started playing the piano before he could walk

• Sweetest kid ever! (which makes people wonder how he could have been childhood best friends with Pierre)

Max Verstappen

• Max Verstappen, the cat dad

• Talks about 2 things: Sports and his cats

• Always tries to stay out of drama but somehow he always finds himself getting involved (people suspect he secretly loves it)

George Russell

• George Russell, the OG drama queen of F1 University

• Believes that his English Literature degree makes him better than others (It kinda does)

• You did not hear this from me but George also runs the famous gossip blog of F1 University called “and that’s the tea”

Daniel Ricciardo

• Daniel Ricciardo, the goofball

• It is a common sight to see him running around campus while being on his phone live tweeting whatever drama is going down (likes to believe that all of this is a part of his degree)

• Also known for pulling some of the best pranks on campus

Yuki Tsunoda

• Yuki Tsunoda, the chef

• Some people might say that he has anger issues, but Yuki likes to call it being ‘Being passionate’

• Will roast your cooking online (Users online believe that even Gordon Ramsay is afraid of Yuki Tsunoda)

Lewis Hamilton

• Lewis Hamilton, the boss bitch

• He can bet his entire wardrobe that no one can dress better than him (and he’ll win)

• Constantly looks like he’s walking down the runway (he claims it’s part of his charm)

Alex Albon

• Alex Albon, the crazy one

• Likes to think out of the box (sometimes a little too out of the box, so much so, that the box is now a dot)

• You can criticise his unique ideas all you want but claims that no one can do marketing better than him

Lando Norris

• Lando Norris, the gamer

• Claims to be the next big thing on the internet after Hannah Montana (also weirdly obsessed with Hannah Montana)

• Has gained quite a fan following from his daily streams

Oscar Piastri

• While growing up he mentioned he wanted to be an engineer as a joke (that joke is his life now)

• Struggles to juggle his work and social life but somehow never misses a single thing

• Has a great sense of humour (often times uses it to annoy his friends)

Carlos Sainz

• Carlos Sainz, the It boy

• Can’t tell if he’s doing the business degree or if the business degree is doing him (is kind of struggling)

• Loves to play the ‘mysterious boy who keeps to himself so people fall for him’ persona but fails the moment he opens his mouth (boy loves to yap)

[redsugarx]

[EVENT RECAP] Spring, Skirts & Serpents: An Exploration in Hanfu

HELLO I am not dead! I see that some of my informational guide posts have been garnering attention recently; I will return to continuing that series soon, I have just been very busy x-x

I wanted to recap on this event that ate up my entire spring break (I posted about it a bit ago but I'm taking that post down so it doesn't get confusing). The event description is as follows:

"We will be presenting at “Spring, Skirts & Serpents: an Exploration in Hanfu” at Fremont Main Library (2400 Stevenson Blvd, Fremont, CA) on 3/29 from 1pm-2:30pm! We’ll be showcasing some of our Year of the Dragon + Year of the Snake designs runway style, followed by an interview-style talk (with me it's me I'm getting interviewed).

The event is in English and is free and open to the public, but space may be limited on the day of, so we’ve made sure you can preregister as VIPs and guarantee yourself a seat!"

As indicated, the event was held at Fremont Main Library in Fremont, CA. In addition to sharing some photos & videos, I want share the inner workings of making this event happen as well as reflect on some highlights/improvements that could be made.

Purpose

Several months ago I was approached by my past Chinese teacher Tung Laoshi (ya boi went to Chinese school for many years like a good little child, but transferred to private tutoring after elementary school) with an invitation to run a showcase event. For context, with the high concentration of Chinese-speaking families in the bay area, there's a fairly extensive network of Chinese teachers here—the circle closest to me is primarily Taiwanese (so we learn traditional characters instead of simplified). Tung Laoshi is a teacher in the Palo Alto area where I grew up. Wu laoshi was the other primary event coordinator, another Taiwanese Chinese teacher from Fremont, where the event was held, bringing in the support of the Wang & Wu Foundation.

Basically, the people organizing this event (other than me) were mostly coming from a Chinese education perspective. It's gotten harder and harder for these teachers to pique interest in Chinese language & culture from American-born kids. I'm not an exception to this, I hated going to Chinese school as much as any other kid, but due to a combination of factors including switching to private tutoring, higher-than-average immersion in Taiwan, and getting bribed with sweets, I ended up with a better handle on the language than a lot of other ABCs and ABTs (and running Cloud9 Hanfu DEFINITELY improved my language skills via immersion). From what I could gather, one of the questions at the core of their reasoning for holding this event was, why are you so interested in Chinese culture? How can I make my students/kids interested in it too? How do I get them to enjoy it enough to seek it out themselves, like you did, rather than needing to force them into begrudgingly learning it?

Honestly, I don't have a direct answer to that question. My appreciation for culture is multifaceted, driven by a combination of factors that aren't necessarily controllable. I can only hope that by sharing my work with everyone I can help inspire someone—if not the kids learning Chinese, then the teachers teaching it, to keep doing what they're doing.

On my side of things, this was an opportunity to share my work in person. I rarely hold events myself—Yulan deals with most of that, and has experience with several shows under her belt—but I have to say that, sort of like the Feynman technique, looking at my work through the lens of presentation to other people helped me get a lot of my thoughts in order and develop the concepts I wanted to express into intentional points.

I'm typically very very uncomfortable with public speaking, and will take any possible opportunity to move out of the spotlight, but I suppose I won't get better at it if I don't practice, and there will be times when it's necessary. After all, understanding the artist is crucial to understanding the art, so if I want to share my work then I will, to some extent, have to share about myself. It wasn't perfect, but it was an experience that I'm glad I went through :)

Prepwork

Preparations for the event were mostly concentrated into t minus 2 months or so. I was still in the depths of midterm hell for most of these two months and our MC Sandra was in Taiwan/Japan so we had to rely on Zoom for most of our meetings. Over this period we worked together to decide on an overall agenda, what sets we wanted to show, and the content of what we wanted to focus on for the interview.

Originally the event was supposed to be focused on the Year of the Snake collection alone, but our contact from Fremont Main Library felt that focusing on snakes only would drive away audiences that didn't like snakes, so we compromised on showing 4 sets from the Year of the Dragon collection and 5 sets from the Snake collection. The styling was mostly up to me, so during this time I put together the components of each of the 9 looks: the set, shoes, accessories, hair, makeup (kinda), etc. and made the necessary purchases.

Our 9 models ranged in age all the way from 7th grade to 31 years old. They were recruited from various places, some being students of the teachers, some being server members of Cloud9's discord. None of them had experience modeling, and very few of them had experience performing in any regard, but I think that choosing fresh faces to participate is a good thing: it gives new people a chance to experience hanfu, not limiting it to a small circle of people who are already invested in it.

We had one rehearsal a week before the event and another rehearsal on the morning on the 29th, so in total the models had maybe 5-6 hours of practice time to learn how to move around in clothes they'd never worn before, posing, coordinating with the MC etc.

The morning of was—not unexpectedly—a giant chaotic mess, but still fun nonetheless! I had to do nine people's hair in roughly 2 hours and barely finished before the event started. At the end of the day all nine models exceeded my expectations and presented beautifully :)

The interview portion was as terrifying as I expected but mostly went smoothly. I think I looked awkward as hell, but I at least didn't look like I wanted to dissolve into the floor, which is how I felt, so I'll count it as a success. For some reason the interview was cut really short, so there was a lot of content that we didn't really get to discuss, but I'm glad we got some of it out there: explaining the inspiration behind some of the sets in the snake collection, describing my experience & interest in hanfu, taking some questions and answers, etc etc.

Runway Lineup

KUKRI / 赤松子

Year of the Snake, Warring States Period, based on the Kukri snake, modeled by Natalie Chung. Natalie is in eighth grade and does competitive dance, and presented some of my favorite poses during the show. Her control of the giant sleeves was phenomenal, especially considering she had so little time to get used to them.

HUNDRED-PACER / 百步蛇

Year of the Snake, Han Dynasty, based on the hundred-pacer snake/Chinese moccasin, modeled by Edith Huang (ig: @ediithhuang). Edith is in eighth grade and has the tiniest waist I have ever set eyes on. I keep saying that it's like this set was made for her.

SPIRIT / 白素貞 + DRAGUN / 翠青兒

Year of the Snake, Northern & Southern Dynasties (specifically Northern Wei), inspired by the Legend of the White Snake, modeled by sisters Emma (ig: @eeeeemma_wang) & Audrey Wang (ig: @audreyolafz). Emma is a third year at UCSB and Audrey is a first year at UC Berkeley. They went up together with a pair of oil-paper umbrellas and executed the umbrella-spinning moves perfectly.

EQUINOX / 天欲暮

Year of the Dragon, Tang Dynasty, modeled by sword gremlin Kevin T. Wong (aka Sword Kevin or Sevin) (@ktw-shu). His aerial & sword flowers were a crowd favorite. During q&a we asked a little boy which set was his favorite and it was, unsurprisingly, this one. I also dared him to dab onstage.

HESPERUS / 升天行

Year of the Dragon, Tang Dynasty, modeled by Anyka Chan (ig: @an.bri.ka). Longtime server member. I don't know exactly what it is, but she carried this set with that kind of energy that just radiates out from her like she's glowing. The Tang beizi was not presented because we lowkey lost is oopsies.

AQUARELLE / 海霞紅

Year of the Dragon, Song Dynasty, modeled by Alicia Ho (ig: @lala38520). Alicia is in 7th grade, our youngest model this show, and I'll admit I was a little concerned, but as soon as the clothes + makeup + hair went up it was like she walked out of a painting. The white crown on her head is called a guan, popular in the Song Dynasty. This one was 3D printed.

MARQUIS / 隨侯珠

Year of the Snake, Ming Dynasty, modeled by Xing Chan (ig: @xingnificant). Xing Chan is a chemistry student at UC Berkeley. He has the most luscious hair ever and I will never stop asking for his haircare routine and then immediately forgetting what he said, causing me to ask about it yet again a month later.

SERAPHINE / 雲化龍

Year of the Dragon, Ming Dynasty, modeled by Lydia Wang (ig: @lydiaa_wang). Lydia is a sophomore in high school. As soon as she picked up the ruyi scepter on the day of rehearsal I knew I'd chosen the right model to close the show—this is a very elaborate set and can be hard to hold up, but she executed flawlessly.

Reflections

The Good Stuff

The models!!!!!! I am so thankful to everyone who volunteered their time to help out at this event but especially to the models, who had to spent hours on hours drilling their poses and had to go on stage one at a time all by themselves. Modeling isn't just as simple as walking across a stage either; the number of things that you have to remember at the same time is WILD: posture, expression, eye contact, focusing on shifting weight, coordinating timing with the MC, all while remembering the choreography that you're supposed to be doing. Everyone worked so hard and I'm so so grateful for their efforts, the results turned out beautifully.

Kept putting down our water bottles, losing track of them, and then needing to get a new water bottle because we couldn't remember which one was ours. I think I went through like five separate bottles.

Another thing was the Chinese teachers that helped out or attended as part of the audience. I haven't been in Chinese school in years, and when I actually was there I certainly didn't notice, but a lot of these women are really very hardworking, passionate teachers who find meaning in what they're doing. It was like I could see a ray of light shining in their eyes when I went up there, something to indicate that their efforts would not always be in vain. Don't get me wrong, I'm guilty of hating on Chinese school too, but after hanging out with a lot of the aunties & teachers it's clear that, as immigrants, it really does bring them joy and inspiration to see cultural continuance. It was very heartwarming.

I think what makes it even more personal is that these were specifically Taiwanese teachers. Many of them still struggle with English, but they came anyway because it was worth it to them. And for me these are the voices I grew up around and how I learned the language (many people from China will mock Taiwanese accents, but it feels very familiar and comforting to me). It was significant to them that I—the person being interviewed—was Taiwanese too.

Katy Wu from Wang & Wu Foundation

Overall I think I gained a lot of exp from the event! I still hate public speaking with a seething passion but it did make me think about some of my motivations and ideas more cohesively, since I needed to present my thinking to the public. Ultimately I think I came out of this feeling even more strongly about what I do, and I'm glad I did it.

The Error Analysis

When you have events that have expenses and higher-ups in politics or big nonprofit organizations are invited, you have to spend a lot of time acknowledging sponsors and shaking hands. I will not lie, I didn't know like 80% of the Important People that I was told to shake hands with, all I can offer is that I'm glad they came to watch anyway. The whole PR side of things isn't something that I'm very comfortable doing, though, hence why I usually leave it to Yulan, and it was definitely not my favorite part of this event.

Other limitations including time and audience also made it so that I had to cut out a lot of what I wanted to say during the interview. We did briefly talk about what topics to focus on before the event, but otherwise the interview was entirely organic. Unfortunately that also meant that a lot of it was out of my control. It's hard to describe without getting into detail, but I do think that there were subjects that the other event organizers wanted to focus on that I didn't want to focus on, and things that we knew the audience would want to hear about that I didn't think were important. Compromises have to be made!

Anyka doing her eyeshadow :>

Chaos is mandatory during event planning, but I also think that switching the topic from year of the snake -> snakes & dragons made it much less cohesive. I talked about the inspiration behind the year of the snake collection during the interview and highlighted a few specific sets for their connections to folklore & adjacent cultures, but the dragon sets were kind of just not mentioned. Not sure if audience members noticed it but it felt weird to me.

Another thing is that after discussing with my parents after the event (it's a thing we do, my dad likes to Get Deep into things), I realized that the event presented me as a designer and only as a designer. This is similar to how I depict myself online usually, but the truth is that there's more behind it that I didn't do a good job at communicating: I don't just draw pictures of clothes, I do a mind-numbing amount of research, international logistics tracking, supply chain management, etc. etc. to make this happen, and I do sometimes wish I was able to express that, because it's a big part of what I'm doing.

Conclusions

I am SO TIRED, this ate up all my energy for two months and then I had to take my special relativity midterm right after the event. I'm probably not going to have the energy for something like this for a while! That being said, going through the whole process was really fun and interesting and I'm curious about more events—informational, in person, online, whatever—in the future. With any luck, the more I do them the better I'll get at them, right?

Backstage shenanigans. Screenagers smh

Anyway, this post is long enough as it is. If anyone who attended sees this, hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for coming!!!!!!!!! Otherwise I will go gorge myself on post-midterm snacks to untwist my brain from quantum physics. <3

Press:

SF Epoch Times - 穿越千年時光 灣區漢服秀展現華夏章服之美

Worldjournal - 「蛇龍舞春 漢服演繹」活動 洪兆寧設計9套漢服 感受傳統魅力

OCAC News - Cultural Fusion on the Runway: ‘Spring, Skirts & Serpents’ Highlights Hanfu Designs

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too sweet - san

summary: model!san x designer!reader. it's love at first sight when you see san. he's perfect...for your runway show! he's the top model right now, and everyone wants him. you want him a little more, but we'll unpack that later. can you get the it boy into your collection?

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warnings: afab reader

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"how many more?" you whine, collapsing onto the table in front of you. your dramatics shuffle all of the model cards out of order after you spent the last hour organizing them. your system is ruined, so your mood goes too. the only thing to pull you back to reality is jen, your right hand man. she pulls you up, encouraging words on her lips, and gets to reordering the cards you just messed up.

"we only have a few more," she reminds you. "and the last few have been good! i think we'll have plenty of options for your show."

"yeah, the girls have been great," you agree. "but the guys are all meh. i thought i was being all forward thinking doing a coed collection but now i wish i hadn't."

"oh come on," jen nudges you. "these guys were hot!"

"they're pretty, but this guy tripped, this one didn't bring a portfolio, and this one has conflicts from now until the show," you list off. "i need at least two more, or i'll have to cut the men's pieces."

"we'll find one," jen ruffles your hair. "you want me to go bring in the next model?"

"nah, we've got a few more minutes on our break," you tell her. "i'm gonna go get a coffee, do you need anything?"

"a water is fine," she replies as you slip out the door. you try to avoid the waiting area so you won't run into any potential models. you make it to the coffee machine down the hall, and of course it's just your luck that there's a tall skinny man already there.

"y/n?" he smiles. "i didn't know this was your show!"

"seonghwa?" you smile back. "i swear, you get taller every time i see you."

"what can i say? i eat my wheaties," he jokes, pulling you in for a polite hug. "how long have you had this gig?"

"few months," you reply. "i've been shitting bricks the whole time."

"i'm sure," he nods. "but you're doing a great job. i've never seen this many top models in the same place for years. everyone wants to walk for you."

"well that's very flattering," you mumble. "but you'd think 'top models' would come more prepared. half of these bozos have not impressed me."

"she's talented and determined," seonghwa notes. "guess i gotta bring my a game."

"i guess you do," you tease him. "hey, you don't know anyone who could come audition before the end of the day, do you? i need more guys."

"i could make a few calls," he thinks. "what do you have in mind?"

"is it too vain to say someone sexy?" you laugh. "we're looking for someone intimidating, good walk, strong features. it's a dramatic piece so i want someone unique."

"i might know a guy," seonghwa nods.

"anyone i'd know?"

"i guess you'll know when you see him," he replies. "i gotta go, i think i'm next, so-"

"right, right, go make yourself pretty," you tell him. "it was so good to see you!"

"you too," he smiles at you genuinely. "proud of you."

"hey, no shmoozing before your audition."

-

seonghwa got a place in your show, obviously. now you only need one more guy. jen convinced you the tripper could work with some help, and there was another model from earlier in the day that you think deserves a call. you still need someone for your final piece, though, and you're running out of hope.

"so how do you know seonghwa again?" jen asks as you wait for the last model to show. "and how well do you know him? and how well would he like to know me?"

"we worked together a few years ago," you laugh. "he was one of the models in my first show."

"so you gave him his big break? he's indebted to you?" jen asks. "he has to make it up to you by, i don't know, going on a date with your best friend and best stylist?"

"we'll see," you frown. "you know i don't like messing with models."

"i hate that rule," jen mumbles as she sits back in her seat. "where's this last model? i wanna go home."

"seonghwa said he pulled a favor getting him here," you explain as you check your phone. "so he might be running behind. i can wait for him if you wanna go."

"no, if he's anything like seonghwa i want to be here to ogle him."

at that, there's a knock at the door, and you call out for them to come in. who steps through the door is maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen. he's striking, strong, and smiling shyly like he's not used to having eyes on him despite his profession.

"hi, i hope i'm not too late?" he asks, standing by the door.

"no," you quickly reply. "not at all, come in. you're seonghwa's friend?"

"yep," he confirms, walking up to hand you the most professional looking portfolio you've seen all day. and this guy wasn't even expecting to walk! no way you're hiring those other losers now. "i'm san."

"san, hi," you smile at him, and jen stifles a laugh next to you. somebody's smitten, she thinks, but she won't say anything just yet. "i'm y/n, i'm the designer, and this is jen, my stylist."

"nice to meet you," jen presents her hand, and san tentatively shakes it. "firm handshake, i like it. you have soft hands."

"thanks?" he laughs nervously. "um, so do i just-"

"yes, yes," you motion for him to head to the back of the room. "whenever you're ready."

as if you weren't already convinced this was the guy for you (i mean, for your show) then his walk sold it. his presence is so commanding, his movements so precise, and you've never seen someone with such perfect posture. it makes you sit up straighter as he walks toward you, and you almost swoon when he winks at you before turning around. you squeeze jen's hand under the table, and when san finishes his walk you fight the urge to applaud.

"that was great!" jen comments once san is finished. "y/n, what did you think?"

"you're perfect," you breathe out, and jen nudging you brings you back to earth. "uh, for the collection."

"thanks," san smiles proudly. "hopefully i'll hear from you soon."

"hopefully you will," you smile back. "thanks for coming on such short notice."

"it was my pleasure," san says, waving as he ducks out into the hall. as soon as the door is shut, you turn to jen and say, "i love him."

"i know you do," she laughs. "so is he in the show?"

"in the show?" you scoff. "he is the show. he's exactly what i was imagining. i want ten more of him."

"i'm sure you'd like that," she says with a waggle of her eyebrows.

"stop," you roll your eyes. "i just said i don't mess with models."

"mhm," jen nods. "so who else are we casting? we have one spot for sure..."

-

san and seonghwa were cast immediately. well, maybe not immediately. you both looked through their portfolios, ooh'ing and aah'ing over their looks before deciding they had to be in the show. when you and jen decided on the next two male models quickly, you figured this would be an easy discussion. wrong! you have four female models you're willing to fight tooth and nail for, and jen has her own four that she's just as committed to. you've been deliberating for a while now, so you decide to take a break. you head to that same break room you met seonghwa in earlier, and you thought briefly about taking san's portfolio with you. for research purposes, obviously, but you decided against it.

as soon as you step into the hallway, you hear faint sounds of music. not unusual for this studio space, but still, you proceed with caution. you don't want to interrupt anybody, so you walk quietly until you find the the source of the sound. it's san! and he's...dancing?

"oh god, sorry," he bumbles as soon as he sees you. he rushes to his phone, propped against the window in front of him. "god. that's embarrassing."

"what were you doing?" you smile at him.

"embarrassing myself," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. he wiggles his phone in the air and explains, "my agent wants me to post more, says it'll help me get booked, and he sent me a couple tiktok trends he wants me to do. so i was.."

"dancin' your heart out?" you tease, and he blushes.

"you could say that," he smiles shyly, again making it seem like he's not used to having attention on him. does he know he's a model?

"wait, how long have you been out here?" you ask, worried he might have heard you and jen (mostly you) gawking over his portfolio.

"just a few minutes," he shrugs. "part of why i was able to come walk for you is because of another audition i had on the other side of this building. so i was over there for a while, and came back here to humiliate myself in front of my favorite designer, it seems."

"your favorite, huh?" you ask. "good thing we've cast my show already, otherwise i'd think you're sucking up."

"damn, so i'm too late?" san laughs.

"who else is auditioning models here?" you change the subject.

"kim hongjoong?" san says it like a question, and you nod in recognition.

"he's good," you hum. "i hope you don't get it though."

"what?" san balks. "why?"

"because i want you in my show," you shrug. "and i don't wanna fight hongjoong for you, even though i know i'd win."

"you sure about that?" san asks. "he's been working out, i hear."

"oh i could so take him," you assure san. "i'm a biter." you notice a flicker in san's eyes, a hint of something, but you feel yourself blushing and cough so you have an excuse to cover your face. "excuse me. i should probably go, we've got a few more models to cast.."

"wait, so you just drop the bomb that i'm in your show and then you're gone?" san asks, following you down the hall. "how do i know you're serious?"

"because you have my word," you furrow your eyebrows. "but if you really need the confirmation, i'm sure my people will call your people soon." as if on cue, san's phone starts buzzing, still perched on the window. san looks to it, then you. you feel vindicated as you turn and walk on to the break room with a flick of your hair over your shoulder, leaving a stunned model and the smell of peaches in your wake.

-

all the models have been cast, and it's the morning of your first fitting. you slept in your studio last night because you had so much work to do. it was mostly tiny alterations to ensure the pieces fit their new models, but you also spent half the night cleaning. you don't let people into your studio usually, or if you do, it's people that know you well enough to know you and your work are a mess. but today, you're the boss. you need to look put together, and so does your studio.

you're standing by the door, taking everything in, and decide that this is as clean as you'll get it. there's still fabric, zippers, stray threads strewn all over your work tables, but you're a designer. that's normal. if the models have complaints they can deal. being next to the door, you hear something in the hall, but write it off as one of your artistic neighbors at work. you start to walk away, toward your coffee station in the back, when the doorknob to your studio jiggles. you hear a quiet "shit" and then a polite knock, so you walk over cautiously. one look through the peephole reveals who it is.

"san?" you ask, opening the door. "what are you doing here?"

"realizing i am," he checks his ridiculously expensive watch, "an hour early for my fitting. sorry." he adds a sheepish smile at the end and you fight the urge to coo. he looks like he just woke up, and that he definitely rushed here. his clothes are mussed, hair in a beanie to hide it not being done, eyes puffy with sleep. still, he looks perfect.

"was the email confusing?" you ask. "i was worried that-"

"no," he shakes his head. "no, i was just, um, i'm really excited," he explains shyly. "i almost couldn't sleep last night, so when i woke up this morning i thought i had overslept. i should've checked."

"no worries," you say as you blush. he was excited? for a fitting? man must love his job. "here, come in. i just finished cleaning, so you get first dibs on space. there's a couch in the back if you want to nap before we get started."

"how long have you been here?" san asks, looking around at the studio. he sees a lot of chaos, but it's beautiful chaos. colors that compliment each other perfectly, strange techniques that have made something stunning. he can't believe he'll be part of this show.

"uh, since last night," you admit, finally reaching your coffee machine. "i had a lot to do."

"you slept here?" san frowns, tossing his stuff onto a table before joining you. he leans against the wall as he watches you.

"yeah," you shrug. "i hate waking up early, so it saved me from getting here grumpy if anything."

"but did you rest?" he asks, looking out at the studio. "this is a big space for one person to clean."

"jen helped," you tell him. "she was here last night to bring over the shoes for each outfit."

"which one is mine?" san asks with an eager smile.

"wouldn't you like to know?" you stick your tongue out at him for good measure. "yours isn't out here. it's so big i had to keep it in my office, i couldn't move it out here by myself."

"it's big?" he looks a little scared.

"that may not be the right word," you think. "it's heavy, so that's why i needed someone strong to wear it."

"you think i'm strong?" san smirks, and you blush. "how'd you know?"

your mind thinks to his portfolio still sitting on your desk, full to the brim of him in scantily clad photoshoots. you've seen pictures of his chest, his abs, his arms. muscles that had to take hours in the gym to sculpt. you wonder shyly if his portfolio is still on your desk, open to a picture of him in a pink outfit with a hint of his chest on display. you'll have to cover it quickly if it is.

"i asked seonghwa how you two met, and he said you go to the same snooty model gym," you explain, which is the truth. seonghwa had been in a couple shows with san before they became friends, but it took the two of them working out together to actually become buddies. they've been looking out for each other ever since, seonghwa told you. san seems to think your explanation was enough, so he hums and nods before turning his attention back to your collection.

"so how did you and seonghwa meet?" he asks casually. you tell him about your first show, as an independent designer no less, and how seonghwa found you stress crying backstage. as you always do when describing seonghwa, you stress how your relationship was friendly, but nothing more. you never want anyone to think you're fooling around with one of your models. but san finds himself thinking, hm, that means seonghwa isn't his competition.

"do you want anything to drink?" your voice pulling san from his thoughts. he looks at you, cupping a warm mug of coffee, and smiles.

"no, thank you," he says. "i try not to have anything before a fitting, i never want to mess up the sizing and put more work on the designer."

"san that doesn't sound healthy," you frown. "and what kind of designer is sticking you in clothes so skin tight you can't have a glass of water? i need names."

"it's a lot of them, i'm afraid," he laughs. "most people cast me expecting to show off my abs, or something else, so i don't have much space to mess up during show season."

"yeah, you are always showing some kind of skin," you think about it.

"you been studying me?" san teases, and you blush.

"i'm a designer, it's my job," you mumble. "i reviewed everyone's portfolio thoroughly."

"what was seonghwa's last shoot then?" san quizzes you. you make a guess, but you get it wrong. "and what was mine?"

"vogue, right?" you answer immediately, and san responds with a shit eating grin.

"i'm so telling hwa i'm your favorite model now," he says, resting against the wall again as he folds his arms over his chest. his very muscled arms, and his broad-

"knock knock!" jen shouts from the door. she steps inside and asks, "you know you didn't lock this- oh hey san."

"good morning," he nods to her. "nice to see you again."

"nice to see you too, so bright and early," jen says as she looks at you. "how long have we been here?"

"me since last night, san since a few minutes ago. he didn't read the email."

"i read the email!" he whines. "i was just excited!"

"that's sweet," jen coos as she dumps bags onto one of your worktables. "i hope i'm not interrupting anything?"

"jen, do you have a favorite model?" san asks, and she thinks for a moment.

"no, i don't," she shakes her head. "there's too many good ones, so it depends on the day. why do you ask?"

"i just found out i'm y/n's favorite," san explains with a smile.

"you just found out?" jen laughs, and you groan. san looks like he's gonna say something else but you speak before he can.

"hey, since y'all are both here, come help me move this table," you command. "we need space for the models to walk." they do as you say, but share a knowing look while you're distracted. it's a bad thing to have your best friend and your crush in cahoots, but you'll figure that out later.

-

since san was here early, you got to work on his fitting first. jen finished setting up the workroom while you and san went to your office. jen made a show of putting headphones in to listen to music, and you wanted to pinch her so hard. she's making it obvious that you have a thing for san, and you're hoping beyond hope he doesn't notice.

"oh my god," he whispers when you open the door to your office, revealing the piece you've dedicated the past few months to. "that's incredible."

"you like it?" you turn to him, unsure. "it's a lot, i know."

"i love it," he smiles from ear to ear. "i've never worn something like this before."

"i hope no one has," you laugh nervously. "i tried a technique to emulate fur, so i'm hoping this is a super cool fashion innovation that'll take the industry by storm."

"how'd you do it?" san asks, looking at the piece in awe. "and how long did it take?"

"so, i shredded pounds and pounds of natural fabric until it looked so fine it could be a better alternative to faux fur," you explain. "and it took me about...four months?" san whistles lowly, his hands twitching at his sides. "you can touch it if you want."

"i want to put it on," he turns to you excitedly. "how do you want me to wear it?"

"don't hate me," you beg. "since this is such a big piece, and i want it to draw attention, i don't have a shirt for you."

"that's ok," san nods. "adds to the natural element."

"exactly," you smile, blushing anyway. "and there's just white pants underneath, for contrast. they should be super comfy, to make up for the workout you'll get walking around in the jacket."

"i can't wait," san says happily. he turns to you fully, looking between the outfit and you. "do you want me to strip, or...?"

"oh god, let me turn around," you say. "the pants are on the desk. let me know when you have them on."

"you're very polite," san chuckles. "most designers try to manage every single thing, including how models get dressed."

"it's pants," you scoff. "if you can't put pants on how did you get out the house?"

"i'm ready," he says, and you turn back to find him in the pants, yes, but still with his shirt on.

"um, do you mind?" you ask, tugging at the neckline of your own shirt hoping he gets the hint. it distracts him just enough that you have to call his name, and he looks at you with a hum. "can you, uh, take your shirt off?" he responds with actions, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. you squeak out, "great!" and then shuffle toward the mannequin. "i might need help lifting this."

"no worries," he hurries to your aid, his hands brushing yours as you push the jacket off the form. "wow, this is no joke."

"if it's too heavy i can-"

"i can handle it," san says firmly. "help me into it?"

you hold up one side while san slips his arm in, and then help him into the rest. you take a step closer, trying to fasten the clasp on the front, but it won't meet. you struggle for a minute, hands ghosting so softly over san's chest. he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until your voice pulls him from his focus.

"what?" he looks down at you. "why are you frowning? it looks great."

"it doesn't fit over your chest," you pout. "i thought i had your measurements right-"

"oh, sorry, i've been working out," san admits. "and i think i gave you an old portfolio since i was in a rush, so my information may not be up to date..."

"shit," you mumble, and san tries to fix the situation. he starts tugging at the jacket, but you gasp and grab his hands, stilling them instantly. you look at him sternly as you instruct, "i'll make it fit, you just have to wear it. please don't do my job for me."

"sorry," san whispers. you're so close he could just lean down and kiss that pout from your lips, but that wouldn't be professional of him. but boy does he want to.

"before you take it off, let me find your shoes," you look around. "i want to see the whole look together...maybe jen knows where they are."

you open your office door and peek your head out, gasping at what you find. jen is pushed up against one of your work tables, and seonghwa is standing before her holding her waist like she could slip away at any moment. they're making out like they've done this before, and you clear your throat to get their attention.

"hi," seonghwa mewls. "this isn't what it looks like."

"looks like two of my employees are goofing off when they should be doing their jobs," you mumble, wandering around the studio. "jen, where are san's shoes?"

"um, by the door?" she guesses. "i didn't see his outfit in here, so i didn't know where to put them."

"it's in my office," you respond. "that's why i took him in there."

"i didn't know," she shrugs. you find the shoes and then glare at them, but neither one takes you seriously.

"seonghwa, your outfit is labeled with your name. it's an easy piece, simple closures, so you shouldn't need any help getting it on," you explain. "jen, come here. we have a problem."

"holy shit, you look awesome," jen says as soon as she sees san. she looks at you and asks, "what's wrong with it?"

"his chest is too broad," you frown again, staring at san's chest. "i can't get the jacket to close."

"he can't hold it when he walks?" jen suggests, and san tries it out. you start shaking your head before he finishes, and he actually whines when he sees your reaction.

"no, it's gonna fall off your shoulders if you do that," you say. "i want it to stay in place, and i need the clasp to work for that to happen."

"so what are you gonna do?" jen asks.

"not sleep until i fix it?" you reply. you look at her in defeat and add, "i don't know what else i can do."

"can i help?" san offers, but you shake your head again as jen says, "yes, you can." you try to protest, but she cuts you off.

"he can cut the initial shreds!" she offers. "then you do your magic putting them into the jacket. it takes out a step for you so hopefully it'll be quicker."

"what she said," san butts in. "let me help, please."

"i can't pay you for your extra time," you say softly. "i don't want to impose-"

"don't care," san shakes his head. "i've got nothing else going on."

"perfect!" jen claps her hands together. "you two figure that out, i'm gonna check on hwa..."

-

the rest of the fitting goes well. it's perfect, actually. you have the best models you've ever worked with, every piece fits, and the collection looks beautiful all together. you tear up watching them all walk before you, and the piece san is wearing literally makes a hush fall over the room. he still walks toward you with a wink, but this time it doesn't affect you as much. you're too focused on how much time it'll take to add a couple more inches to the coat. when san finishes, everyone looks to you expectantly, and it takes jen calling your name for your mind to catch up with your mouth.

"i don't know what to say," you admit. "you all did an amazing job, and this was just a fitting! imagine what this show will look like on a real stage. um, a couple things to note..."

once you finish your boss spiel, the models all start changing and leave one by one. you make sure to thank them all before they leave, and in a few minutes it's just you, jen, and san left.

"seonghwa didn't wanna stick around?" you ask jen.

"you scared him," she replies. "he left so fast i'm surprised he didn't leave a trail of smoke."

"i'll talk to him," you brush it off. "keep your paws off him in my studio though."

"no promises," jen sighs, gathering her things. "i need to go get another pair of heels for our tall girl, so do you need anything else from me before i go?"

"a hug?" you think. "i couldn't have done this without you."

"she loves me!" jen says to san, and he smiles encouragingly.

"you two are amazing," san says. "i don't know how just two people put together such a stunning show."

"lots of work," you say.

"i cried a few times," jen adds.

"we both did," you conclude. "but it was fun, so it was worth it. right?"

"fun, sure!" jen agrees.

"get out of here," you push her playfully. "please rest. no boys."

"you too," jen wags her finger at you. then to san, "don't let her work too hard!"

"i'll try my best," he salutes her, and jen leaves with a laugh. he turns to you and asks, "what can i help with?"

"i need to buy more fabric," you think. "so if you want to grab food while i-"

"no, we'll both grab food, and then fabric," san decides. "or fabric then food. either way, i'm buying your lunch."

"but-"

"nope," he pulls you into his side and walks toward the door. "can't work hard on an empty stomach!"

-

you find yourself enjoying san's company more than you were expecting. he's easy to talk to, easy to laugh with, and he's so kind. he insisted on buying your lunch, even though that was going to be your payment to him for helping. he even tried to buy the extra fabric, claiming it's his fault you had to buy more anyway. you get back to your studio, smiles on both your faces, and get to work.

"so we need these in strips about an inch wide," you explain as you lay a few yards of fabric out on a work table. "tear them into strips, then we'll cut them in half, and then i can start shredding and adding them to the coat. sound good?"

"got it, captain," san nods. "how many do you need?"

"i don't know yet," you make a face. "you're a big guy."

"i'm just so strong," san rolls his eyes, flexing a little bit as he does.

"stop that," you laugh. "get to work. you want music on?"

"yeah, whatever you wanna listen to," san says as he straightens the fabric. you watch as he measures carefully, taking the fabric cutter over the material slowly. he holds up his first strip, looking to you for approval. "is this good?"

"perfect," you tell him. "now make like a thousand more."

"what are you gonna do while i work, hm?" san asks. "i've got a lot to do and you're just gonna watch me?"

"gotta make sure you're doing it right," you reply. "but i need to pack up some of these other pieces, they're getting shipped to the venue in the morning. my least favorite part of the job."

"how many shows have you done now?" san asks, and you fall into comfortable conversation with him while you work. you get most of the collection packed up before you know it, so you walk over to his table to check on his progress.

"not bad for a model," you say as you inspect the pieces. "you could make a mean designer's assistant."

"you in the market for one?" san asks, and you notice how close you are. he's a little taller than you, so all you'd have to do is stand on your toes and- "what are you thinking about?"

"what?" you whisper, taking a step back. san's hand catches your waist, holding you in place.

"what were you thinking about, just now?" he asks again. "you were staring."

"you're a model, i'd expect you'd be used to everyone staring at you," you whisper back.

"you're not everyone," he says softly. his eyes flit down to your lips, and before you can think you lean in and kiss him. it's quick, barely a touch, but you kissed him, and his hand on your waist tightens. when you look up at him, he's blushing. "what was that for?"

"um, for helping me with your outfit?" you reply.

"anything else you need my help with?" san smirks.

"san, i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that," you whisper.

"yeah, you pulled back too quickly," he pouts.

"no," you laugh shyly. "no, um, i have a rule that i don't mess around with my models."

"got it," san sighs. "bummer, but i understand."

"i should start shredding these," you say, grabbing a pile of fabric. san's still holding onto you though, so you look at him expectantly. "you gonna let me go?"

"you don't mess with models, ever?" san asks. "or is it just models that are working for you?"

"um, the second one," you think. "but san-"

"then we'll talk about this again when the show is over," san says with finality. "i don't mind waiting."

"as long as you can keep things professional," you tell him.

"says the one who kissed me," san teases.

"whatever," you roll your eyes. "i'm gonna go work on the jacket."

"um, do you think these are enough strips for now?" san asks sheepishly. "i actually have to leave for an audition..."

"my god," you look at the time. "please, go. i'm sorry i kept you for so long."

"i'll come back when i'm done," san says like it's nothing. "i don't really want this show anyway, but my agent booked it, so i have to go."

"that's good to hear," you mumble. "because i don't like sharing."

"make sure you take a break while i'm gone," san points at you accusingly.

"go to your audition," you say as you walk to your office. "i'll be here when you get back."

-

san thinks about you the whole time he's gone. he breezes through the audition and gets an offer before he leaves, but after being in your show this designer seems scattered, unprofessional, and just not as good as you. his collection is fine, but it's nothing impressive. san can't wait to get back to your studio and see the progress on your coat, but when he knocks at the door there's no response. he waits, tries again, and still nothing. he tries the door and it opens easily, so san wanders in calling out your name. he doesn't see you in the work room, but there's a light on in your office.

"y/n?" he calls, stopping at the door when he sees you slumped over your desk, snoring softly. he looks at the mannequin next to you and lets out a gasp. it's more dramatic now with more fabric, and san thinks briefly it'll be even heavier to wear. he doesn't care though. right now, he's more concerned about getting you to someplace you can rest.

"you're back," you mumble, sitting up as you rub your eyes. "i fell asleep."

"i see that," san chuckles. he walks over to you and holds his arms out. "come on, we gotta get you home."

"what are you doing?" you ask, letting out a shriek when san picks you up. you hit his back weakly, but he carries you out of your office, through your studio, turning lights off as he goes.

"where's your bag?" san asks. you point and he carries you still, handing your things to you before doing a sweep of the studio. "ready to go?"

"where are we going?" you mumble into his shoulder. "i was sleeping just fine-"

"i'm taking you home," san says. "you need to sleep in a bed. not hunched over your desk."

"why are you being so nice to me?" you whisper as you nuzzle into him further. he doesn't reply, but you wouldn't hear it anyway. you drift off in his arms, only waking up when san slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

"you know how to get home from here, sleepyhead?" san asks as he ruffles your hair. you type your address into your phone, handing it to him before he closes the door carefully to rush to the driver's side. he laughs nervously when he sits down and finds you staring, so he asks, "what? too much?"

"i really want to kiss you again," you admit.

"but you can't," san coos. "remember your silly rules?"

"hmph, i was gonna say screw my rules, but then you made fun of me, so-"

"no, no i take it back!" san cries, but you turn and lay your head against the window. you smile to yourself as san begs you to turn back around, giggling as he tugs on your arm. you pretend to snore and san gives up, but his hand has moved from tugging your arm to just holding your hand. you stay like that the whole way home.

-

the runway show is tomorrow. you still aren't done with san's jacket. and you still aren't sure what to do since you kissed him. jen has ideas, though.

"climb him like a tree," she tells you for the nth time as she helps you unpack outfits at the venue. "he sooo wants you. and you sooo want him."

"doesn't matter who wants who," you mumble as you try to hold at least three pins by your teeth. you're securing a new zipper to your favorite dress. it wouldn't be a runway show without things falling apart last minute, and you could have punched a wall when you unpacked this dress to find the zipper literally holding on by a thread.

"the show is tomorrow, y/n," jen says sternly. "you can't hide behind your silly 'no models' rule for much longer."

"i won't," you assure her. she looks at you surprised, but she can't ask any follow ups because there are voices coming from the entrance.

"hello?" seonghwa calls out. you yell back that you're backstage, and when he appears he immediately finds jen to pull her into a hug.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him. "you don't have a fitting today."

"i brought him for moral support," san says from behind you. he's so close, and you didn't hear him come up, so it makes you jump. his hands fly to your waist, trying to soothe you, but the touch makes you jump too. "why are you so skittish?"

"i'm stressed," you respond, stepping away so you can find his coat. you look over your shoulder as you tell him, "the jacket still isn't done."

"what?" he whines. "do i need to tear more fabric?"

"no," you laugh. "just come here." he joins you further among the mess that is your collection, following closely behind you through the maze of clothing racks. you stop by his mannequin, turning to find him still incredibly close to you. "it just needs a clasp. as long as you didn't get broader over night."

"no promises," he smirks before pulling his shirt off. "can you help me get it on?"

"you've never needed my help before," you frown as you try avoid staring at his chest.

"yeah well, it's like ten pounds heavier now," san says. "and i'm just so weak..."

"bullshit," you laugh, helping him lift the coat anyway. you hold one side for him while he slips his arm in, then help him hold onto the other. "ok, stay here." you scurry off to get your sewing kit, and san finds jen's gaze through the clothes. she gives him a thumbs up and an exaggerated wink, and he stifles a laugh as you come back. you're holding more pins between your teeth, and san cries out. "what?"

"that can't be safe," he says as he reaches for one, but ends up pricking himself. "ouch."

"no touching," you mumble. "and hold the jacket like this." you guide his hands to hold the coat in place, and san watches intently as you work. you have to hand sew extra buttons on to support the new weight, so it takes a while. san tries to talk to you, but he's so worried about the pins in your mouth he can't focus.

"let me hold these," he grumbles, carefully pulling a pin from your lips. he takes the rest and cups them in his hand, accidentally pricking himself again. "ouch."

"that's what you get," you laugh. "you didn't have to hold them for me, i'm an expert at this by now."

"yeah, but if you had pins in your mouth, i couldn't do this," san says as he uses his free hand to cup your chin. he looks down at you with a smile before he kisses you. he kisses you and holds you against him, his lips so soft on yours. you sigh into the kiss, lost in the feeling of having him so close to you. you can feel his heart beating in his chest, and your hand that had been gripping the coat falls to his warm skin. you push him away, a little gasp on your lips when it hits you what's happened.

"what happened to being ok with waiting?" you ask him, and his head falls to your neck, leaving one kiss against your skin before he pulls back.

"i forgot," he whispers.

"well remember at least until i finish these buttons," you tell him.

"and then what?"

"then you gotta show me your walk," you say. the way you look up at him makes san want to kiss you again, but he does his best to refrain. you hold your hand out for the pins, and you put them back in your sewing kit as you say, "in a few minutes, your coat will finally be done."

"can't wait," san hums, his hands back to holding the jacket in place. "but i admit i'll miss having a reason for you to be so close to me."

"i'm sure you'll find more," you mumble, focusing on the last button. when it's sturdy enough to hold weight, you try securing the jacket together just enough for it to stay on san's shoulders. "hands off," you instruct, and san moves his hands from the coat to your shoulders. "hands to yourself."

"aw," he pouts. you start to walk away and he follows, but you tell him to stay put.

"stay there, then walk toward me," you direct him. "i wanna see how it moves now."

"you want me to go full model mode?" san asks. "can you handle it?"

"just show me," you groan, and the cocky grin on san's face should've warned you. it's like he changes into another person, his demeanor completely different. you realize now that the san you know is not model san, because the man before you is...intimidating? you almost back up as he walks toward you, his gait powerful and his stare petrifying. everything is so dramatic and the movement matches the coat perfectly. he still winks at you as he comes closer and turns, moving the coat so each layer of fabric, each shred explodes into an arc before you. san finishes his walk, turning over his shoulder with a shy smile on his face. he's back to the san you know as he asks, "how was that?"

"you're perfect," you stammer out, mimicking your words from the first time san walked for you. "for the collection. for this piece. everything. this is exactly what i imagined."

"good," his smile widens. "and the weight isn't too bad. it's distributed better now."

"good," you cough, trying to calm yourself down. watching that made everything real to you. this show is happening tomorrow. your nerves are hitting you now, and san can tell.

"are you ok?" he asks, rushing to your aide. he looks like he's going to pull you into a hug when you hear jen calling for you somewhere, and you disappear before san gets a chance.

-

the hours leading up to the show are a blur. in the hours leading up to the show, you are a blur. you don't stay still for more than a few minutes at a time. there's just so much for you to do, so many people to talk to, and so many people that need your help. a stylist asking your opinion. a model with loose threads down her back. a man with pleading eyes that you know is watching you from afar, ready to jump in if you collapse from nerves, or exhaustion, or both. you find jen at the accessories table, helping a model find bangles that won't fall off her arm as she walks. you grab onto jen, leaning in closely to rest your head against hers.

"i'm so tired," you whine. "and scared. and sweaty."

"ew, then get off me," jen pushes you away playfully. she finishes up with the model and sends her away before asking, "are you ok though? really?"

"why did i think dressing san without a shirt would be a good idea?" you whisper to her, watching him as he laughs with seonghwa about something. it's like he can feel your eyes on him, because he looks toward you and winks.

"because it is a good idea," jen says. "and he's not gonna be shirtless for long. you need to go help him into the coat, the show's about to start."

"shit," you curse, checking the time. "i have so much to do-"

"wait!" jen shouts, holding you in place. "something's missing."

"my will to go on?"

"no, you need lipstick," jen decides. she digs into the bag at her hip and finds the perfect pink shade for you. it matches your dress (that you designed) and it matches the warm pinks that you sprinkled into the collection. "there. you're ready."

"no i'm not," you mumble. "i didn't get to practice my welcome speech."

"go practice it with san!" jen pushes you in his direction. "five minutes!"

your palms get sweaty the closer you get to san. you're not sure if it's him, or the running countdown in your head reminding you that your show is about to happen. when you finally make it to san, he's alone, and he's smiling at you nervously.

"time for the coat?" he asks. you nod, and he follows you to the mannequin in the back. "how do you feel?"

"like i'm gonna pass out."

"i'll catch you," san jokes.

"arms up please," you squeak out. he helps you lift the coat silently, sliding into it like it's the most comfortable thing in the world. "and just let me secure it..."

"y/n," san whispers. "look at me." you don't listen, fussing over the buttons instead. you're smoothing out the warm pink fabric as san's hands cover yours, stilling them over his chest. "breathe for a second."

"i'm freaking out," you admit, looking up at him. "i have to go out there, and do a speech, and then watch my clothes, my life for the past year, all be judged by these strangers, and-"

"and you've done it before, and you survived," san smiles softly. "you're pretty great at this, in case you didn't know."

"but-"

"nope," he shakes his head. "it'll be great."

"it will," you say unsurely.

"say it like you mean it."

"the show will be great," you declare, and san squeezes your hands before he lets them go.

"and then after the show..." san trails off, and you feel your heart start to race. "i don't know, maybe i could take you out to celebrate?"

"san, i can't think about that right now," you shake your head. "i can't-"

the stage manager starts calling out models for the line up, and san looks away sadly. he nods like he's got his answer and starts to walk away, but you pull him back. you don't say anything, just cup his chin and leave a delicate kiss on his cheek.

"we'll talk after the show," you whisper. the stage manager calls for him again, and he looks at you one more time before he leaves. you let out a nervous breath, checking your reflection in the vanity next to you. it's now or never. you walk up to the side of the stage, and your heart drops to your ass. something is wrong.

"what's going on?" you hiss, walking up to find make up artists swarming san. "this can't be happening."

"you did this," one of the artists whisper shouts back, pointing to san's cheek. fuck. the lipstick. your lipstick left a bright pink mark on his skin. "we don't have time to fix it!"

"then don't," san shrugs. "i like it."

"y/n?" the stage manager looks at you. "we have one minute. are we fixing this?"

"uh, n-no," you stammer, and the crowd disperses, leaving you and san again. "here, i can wipe it-"

"don't," san swats your hands away. "now i'll have a piece of you with me while i walk."

"you're wearing my clothes, you already had a piece of me with you," you tell him.

"yeah, but this one's just for me," he smiles. "plus the lipstick matches my jacket."

"y/n, you're on!" jen grabs you, a gleeful look on her face. "oh, your lipstick is smudged."

"i don't know how you planned that, but i hate you for it," you say as you try to hide your smile.

"i just thought it would be a cute touch for photos later," she smiles as she fixes the smudge and reapplies more. "i didn't know you'd go around kissing him, marking your territory."

"that's not what i did," you blush.

"we don't have time to argue about this," she pushes you toward the stage entrance. "go be great!"

-

you're able to introduce the collection without tripping or fumbling over your words, so you'll call that a win. even bigger win: the collection is a hit. each piece got the reaction you wanted, but the show stopper was definitely san. the crowd hushed when he walked out, and they went wild when he got to the end of the runway with his flourish move he showed you the other night. as you watch the show backstage, you blush when you see the lipstick mark shining under the bright lights.

it ends up being a hit, almost as much as the coat itself. fashion bloggers lauded it as a perfect touch, basically sealing the collection with a kiss. they also speculated about your relationship with san, which certainly wasn't helped by the fact that he held your hand tightly in his as the collection walked the runway all together. san lifted your hand in triumph as you made it to the end of the stage, and he lets go, stepping back so you can have your moment. you soak it in as long as you can take, then scurry back to his side and grab his hand as you run backstage. he lifts you into a hug as soon as the curtain closes behind you, surrounded by cheers and models talking about how great the show was.

"put me down!" you squeal, swatting at san's chest so he'll let you go. "i need to talk to everybody."

"you can do it from up there," san says. you don't think you'll win this one, and he's right. it might be easier to address your models and your team from a few inches higher up.

"first of all, thank you," you say sincerely. "i wouldn't have a show without you all, and i had the best show because of you all. so thank you. if i could make you all vow to only ever work with me forever until the end of time, i would, but that's not ethical. so instead i'll say: you all have a spot in any show i do for the rest of my career. thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou."

the crowd thins out as models get undressed, artists pack up their things, and the stage crew follows everyone around to remind them to clean up after themselves. miraculously, you and san are alone again.

"so," he hums. "i walked good?"

"you didn't trip," you nod.

"everyone loved it," san smiles.

"they loved you," you say, busying yourself with straightening the coat again.

"all i care about is what you thought."

"i've told you already," you start. "you're perfect."

"you say that, but earlier i think you were about to turn me down," san laughs nervously.

"what?" you're confused. "oh, i didn't finish. i was gonna say i can't go out with you tonight, but i'm free tomorrow."

"tomorrow? you'd make me wait so long?" san smirks.

"i have a business dinner to go to tonight," you explain. "so unless you wanna be my arm candy for the people who sponsored the show, then yes, you have to wait so long."

"i'm good at being arm candy," san says. "it's basically my job."

"fine," you shrug. "then put a shirt on and come with me?"

[ladylooch]

Wildest Dreams - [Mat Barzal]

Summary: Mat and his wife take turns worrying about if they're ready to be parents.

Word Count: 3.2k

Main Tropes: New Parents, Pregnancy, Established Marriage

Before I even open my eyes, I’m annoyed.

I know I haven’t been sleeping very long, can feel it in the way my brain is still running a mile a minute, churning in the darkness of mine and my husband, Mat’s bedroom. 

I never sleep well when Mat is on road trips and definitely not on the nights that he comes home to me. I get excited. Like it’s our first night sleeping together all over again. I hope that never fades, no matter how long we are together. No matter who else joins us in our place. 

As if to let me know he too is waiting for Mat, our son kicks his feet into my ribs. I let out a soft grunt, then put a palm over where I felt that. For feet that look so tiny on an ultrasound, they sure pack a hefty kick. After settling the baby as best I can with rubs and steady pats, I close my eyes again, willing the delicious tug of sleep to find me. 

Did I turn the oven off? I suddenly wonder. I made chicken nuggets and tater tots for dinner because that was all I had energy for. But now at- I turn over- 2:30am, I can’t remember if it’s been on since dinner time. I probably did, I assure myself. I force my eyes back closed, hugging my pregnancy pillow close to my body. Against my will, my brain continues to check in about the oven.

Are we sure?

Like sure, sure?

What if we aren’t sure and then we burn the house down?

Where will we bring the baby home to then?

“Damn it.” I hiss into the dark, throwing the comforter off my legs. I wiggle my way to the side of the bed, getting my feet grounded in the rug before I begin the journey out to the kitchen. On the way, I pass by our wedding pictures lining the hallway. They’re all stunning, black and white candids, exactly what we asked for. Mat’s smile is wide, nose scrunched, I can hear his laugh through the photo and that’s exactly why it is up in our home.

An amazing day, capping off an amazing chapter of dating and prenuptial bliss that eased us into a marriage better than we could have anticipated. A celebration of the decade, our families had announced the following day.

The celebration keeps getting better, even after a few years of being married. The honeymoon phase has stuck around, convincing Mat and I that it’s never going to end. This bliss is exactly why we decided to begin a leisurely journey of growing our family. After seeing a few of our friends and family members struggle to conceive, we figured giving ourselves a long runway to take off into parenthood would help cushion our expectations from disappointment. 

The universe had other plans. 

I was pregnant within the first week.

I'm 8 months pregnant now, but I can still hear every skipping inhale and exhale of Mat's lungs as we started down at the positive test together. 

"Okay. We are doing this." He had finally said then gave me a tentative smile. "I'm happy. Really happy. Just..."

"Surprised." I nodded in agreement. "Me too." He grabbed my upper arms, holding me gently. 

"Are you okay?” Worry lines creased his forehead and deepened his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm okay if you are?"

"Then we both are." He assured me before pulling me into a loving, secure hug.

There were a few more moments of shock and overwhelm in those first few weeks, but once we moved out of the first trimester, anticipation and wonder took over. We dreamed about our baby all the time. We gushed about all the experiences we wanted to share with them. We discussed what features of us we hoped they would get and which ones we hoped skipped them. We talked about what names we wanted to go by, not realizing how many different variations there were for mom and dad. When we found out we were having a boy, those conversations got even deeper as our baby began to form into a person like he was already Earth side with us. 

Telling our family was the best part. We waited until we knew the gender then I showed up packing a 19 week baby bump. My mom and Mat’s mom had fainted into each other. Liana had tackled Mat to the ground, literally. Then our dreaming because everyone’s dreaming. Baby boy Barzal can’t get here fast enough. 

A rustling of fabric from the next room over has my attention pulled off the picture of Mat and I grinning after eating pieces of our cake. I take a few cautious steps, then relax when I see the source of the noise.

Inside the baby blue nursery is my husband, wrapped awkwardly up in one of the gifts I received from the Isles ladies baby shower last weekend.

"For fucks..." Mat trails off, turning to the side with one end of the wrap in one hand. The other sweeps along the floor as Mat spins in a circle trying to gather it up. I can't help but giggle. It starts off silent, only moving my shoulders, then gets louder as he spins faster as if that will help. Mat stops abruptly, looking wide-eyed at me in the doorway. "Uh..." He looks to the side then grins sheepishly.

"What are you doing?”

"Practicing." 

"Mhm." I murmur, pushing off from the door jam to meet him on the fluffy rug in the shape of the sun.

"The directions are in Spanish." Mat insists when I go to grab the white paper tossed on the changing table. This is why my dad built the furniture for the baby's room. 

"Babe..." I trail off, flipping the booklet over.

"Oh." Mat stares down at the paper in my hands but doesn't take it. His eyes trail up to mine and I can see the turmoil. "I'm scared." He blurts out. “What if I’m not good at this? What if I’m not what he needs?”

“Mat-” He shake his head vigorously, not allowing me to say anything more.

“Baby, you have to say nice things about me. The guys laughed when I told them you were pregnant! Laughed! Their asses off! What if they know something I don’t? That I’m going to be so bad at this people will want to take him away from me… from us!?” His hands rush through his black hair, forcing it to spike out in various directions. 

“Mat, I was there. They were laughing in excitement for us.” I assure him, running my left hand up his arm. I trail the right over his other arm, locking my fingers in place behind his neck. My belly bumps into his abdomen, drawing Mat’s eyes down to it. 

“This is so out of my wheelhouse.” He sighs, resting his forehead against mine. “And I know you’re going to be so good at raising our son. You deserve a partner who knows what the fuck to do.”

“I have one of those.” I drag my face up, letting my lips find his by feel instead of sight. “This kid is so damn lucky to have you as a dad. You’ll be there for him. You’ll love him. You might not be home every night to tuck him into bed, but he will know how to much you want to be. That’s a great dad.” 

“I don’t know how to change a diaper.” He reminds me with a heavy sigh.

“That’s why we are going to class.” I chuckle.

“I sucked in school.” He huffs. “Pretty sure I can’t even read.” He flicks the paper directions for the wrap.

“The team needs to start winning soon. I can’t take this version of you much longer.” I tease, kissing the corners of his mouth as his lips turn into a knowing smile. “You were fine before the team went 1-4 on this road trip.”

“I should be better there too.”

“I love you.” I say, shaking my head in wonder at his constant desire to improve and evolve. He doesn’t see it now, but that is what will make him an amazing father. That isn’t something I can tell Mat; he will need to learn and experience it from his own perspective.

“I love you too.” 

“You’re actually not that far off from this.” I say, tugging at the wrap around him. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” I stick my tongue out in the corner of my lips then work the fabric until it is snug. I walk over to the shelf where a few of our son’s stuffies rest, waiting for him to arrive. I grab the white one with red hearts for paw pads then walk back to Mat. I stick it into the wrap, adjusting the material as I do so the bear is fully supported. “There! See! You’ve got this.” I smile at him. Mat looks down, then runs a hand down the back of the bears fur. He sighs heavily, hopefully releasing some of his worries with it. 

“I need to be good at this. For you. For him.” He quietly admits. 

Being something that matters this much to Mat is special. Soon our son will know what that means too. 

+++

8 lbs, 6oz has never sounded so angry. 

At 12 days old, Bennett Barzal has lungs louder than a missile.  

The increased noise has my tired brain frantically trying everything it can to remember what the hospital and baby books said to do to soothe him. The Isles are on the road and without Mat, I feel lost and out of sync with what to do with our baby. This is the second night out of three that I have had an impossible time getting his down to sleep after 11:00pm. He wakes up for his feeding and everything is going well except for when I try to put him back into his bassinet. All he wants is me and as adorable as that sounds, it’s also extremely overwhelming. 

Mat is on his way home and I’ve been desperately trying to get Bennett back to sleep. I’m afraid for Mat to come home and see me this way. I don’t want him to worry about us. I want to be a successful mother who know how to soothe her kid. But as I try a new hold on him, Bennett shrieks turn louder. 

As much as I don’t want to, I begin to cry. The room surrounding us is a mess of bottles, different types of pacifies, different onesies, and a few diapers that the wings ripped off because I was so desperately trying to change Bennett as he wailed about the coolness of the night. Nothing about this room says that I have any part of parenthood figured out. It screams failure instead.

I finally understand the worries Mat had when I was still pregnant. 

What if I’m finding out I’m not cut out for this? 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…” A hiccup rocks through my body. “I don’t know what to do.” The stakes feel so high now with a child. Making the wrong decisions doesn’t only effect Mat and I anymore. It effects our child and I can’t stomach the thought of disappointing them.

At that admission, more tears spill off my lashes. I try to do meditative breathing but it comes out as long puffs like a dragon. I’m in a messy haze of panic still when I hear the lock twist on the front door. I turn towards where Mat is walking in, still clutching our son. Mat looks so tired, bleary even, he probably fell asleep on the plane and is still disoriented. He blinks then frowns as he registers the chaotic scene of the living room.

"I'm not good at this." I stutter out, eyes wild from a lack of sleep and worry. Mat instantly begins to shake his head in disagreement.

"Baby, you are perfect." He quietly corrects.

Mat puts his bags by the door and walks into the room. When his arms go around me, holding both of us to his chest, the world gets quiet even as the baby continues to scream against my chest. Every fumbled worry and trembling thought evaporates with his touch. His lips brush my hair for a moment, then stick firmer when they get to the skin of my temple. 

"I'm home now." He assures me. "We can do this together."��

He soothes all the unspoken worries l stuck to my tongue. I peel my face off his chest, looking up at him with full, soaked eyes. His sideways smile has me surrendering. 

"I've tried everything." I quietly reflect. "He wants none of it." 

"Okay." Mat nods, trusting my words. "What can I do?" He asks it in a pondering way as if he is a new ingredient to this mismatched equation. The backs of his knuckles float to our son's clenching back.

We stand there in the living room together, unsure. Mat rubs his back. I try remembering the 5 Ss. Mat’s hand goes to my hips, circling his thumb into my side to comfort me too. Suddenly, Mat's finger halts. 

"I have an idea.”

"Anything." I agree, not even needing to hear the next few words to trust his instinct. 

"Come with me." He threads our fingers together, then leads me down the hallway. "I'll be right back." He says, leaving me by the couch.

I sway back and forth, patting our son's butt until his father reappears. In Mat's hands is the wrap he has been working on mastering. He begins to double wrap it around my waist, then up around my shoulders. Together, we work the pieces around the baby. I adjust the wrap as best I can before we work our son into the fabric one limb at a time. His little body shakes with his heavy wails. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as I feel my maternal reaction heightening. I start bouncing on my toes, Mat kisses my cheek comfortingly.

"Two more minutes. I know this will work." He promises, brushing my hair over my shoulders so it is out of the baby's face. 

"Okay." I respond weakly. 

Mat turns and drags the big ottoman we have in the room closer to me. As he heads to the corner of the room, he says, "Sit if that's more comfortable. Or stand. Whatever you think you two will like best." His hand wraps around the neck of the Gibson guitar he learned to play on during COVID. He uses his electric guitar more now in his Long Island jam band, but cranky babies require a softer approach.

I cautiously lower myself onto the couch, eyes getting misty as Mat works out the cords to tune them appropriately. In my mind, I'm transported to soft date nights at home where Mat would play for us. The baby would get still and quiet, almost like he was listening. It worked to soothe him on the nights he preferred to be a gymnast instead of sleep at 2:00am. Nights similar to this one. Mat would always end with an excited "I can't wait to play for him when he is here."

Now is Mat's moment. One he has been preparing for years before we knew what the future would hold for us.

Soft musical notes begin to work from the center of the guitar as Mat picks at the strings. It's a song I'm not familiar with- one Mat has never played for us before. 

"You gonna cry when you raise your hands in church. But you'll act tough when those sticks and stones and heartbreaks hurt.”

Against my chest, heavy cries begin to die out almost instantly at the sound of the guitar and Mat’s tentative singing voice. My thumb strokes across our son's red cheek, taking the tears off his skin, but my eyes don't leave my husband. I'm captivated by him and the sureness he radiates.

"Be a shoulder to lean on and honest when you need some with a smile that can light up a room. Just like your mama, no bull and no drama, you'll know who you are and you'll know who you ain't." Mat's mouth stretches into a sweet smile when he says my new name. Our son's tears are dying down and mine are growing. "In the mirror might look just like me. But deep down, boy, I pray you'll be, just like your mama.”

"Babe..." I sigh, reaching for his thigh. I brace my other hand on the back of our son's head so I can lean forward into Mat's shoulder.  He stops singing, but keeps strumming the guitar, kissing my head before he continues with the song.

"You might steal a sip of Crown from your old man's cabinet.”

"He would never." I insist with a quiet yelp. I rub my thumb over Bennett’s thin baby hairs, not able to handle the picture of a teenaged boy who breaks our rules. The world is cruel and unfair, so I'm sure he will look exactly like a teenage Mat Barzal- driving all the girls wild and us crazy. Okay, maybe I can picture it perfectly. Shit. "We need to lock up the liquor right now.”

Mat laughs, stopping the song for a moment. Our son begins to whimper again.

"Don't stop." I lift my head, connecting our eyes. Mat quirks an eyebrow up at me.

"You used to say that for different reasons." He teases gently before continuing with the lyrics. "You'll never meet a stranger and proud of where you came from, steady as a Midwest summer sky.”

I run my hand up his thigh to his stomach, letting my finger nails trace and scratch at his thick abs under his shirt. Mat gives a crooked smile, keeping his eyes on me as I innocently rest my chin on his shoulder. My body protects the baby from bumping into the guitar. I can feel his little sigh against my chest as he settles deeper into my skin. I run my hand vertically up and down his back, relieved to see this working perfectly for the three of us.

"I love you." I coo to Mat as he plucks away towards the bridge. 

"Baby boy I can already see, you're better than my wildest dreams, just like your mama."

Mat finishes the song with a few more cords, then tentatively pauses, fingers still ready if needed. We both wait, seeing if our baby will reawaken with the quiet. He doesn’t. His little body rises and falls steadily now, likely exhausted from crying so hard.

“Mat?” I whisper.

"Hm?" He asks, not taking his eyes off our sleeping baby.

"You're good at this.” I announce. When he turns towards me, I collect his cheek with my hand. My thumb brushes his angular cheek bone. Our eyes meet for a moment, then his close. He turns his nose into my palm, kissing there then working down to my wrist. He pecks over our wedding date inked permanently there.

"Best thing that ever happened to me.”

"He is." I murmur back.

"No. You. Always you, baby. There is no him without you. No me either. At least not the version I wanna be.”

We weren't sure how this was going to go.

We thought we needed more time to prepare.

Guess there are some things in life we just have to figure out as we go.

More hockey fics of mine are here for your enjoyment.

[moonflower91]

"I have a wife?!"

It was a gallbladder surgery, and it fucked up your brain so bad. You remembered your mother telling you that the first thing you needed to tell the nurses was that the pain was a nine out of ten, so they could get you the good drugs. But honestly, the pain was a solid 6, no accessory drugs needed. .

Well, it was probably the drugs responsible for her stupid, runway mouth, but who cares what it was exactly when you opened your eyes and saw the prettiest woman in the world. And you have about six sisters so that’s saying something. 

“Hi.” You managed to choke out. Had you been in the right state of mind, you would have cringed at the pathetic attempt. 

“Hey sweetheart.” Natasha cooed softly, gently brushing her fingers over the stray hairs over her forehead. 

“Oh my…” your heart fluttered at the soft gesture. “I have a wife, you can’t do that to me.”

Natasha’s nose wrinkled with barely contained mirth. “Do what?”

“My wife is gonna kick your ass if she sees you touching me like that.” And she would, your wife was tough as nails.

“But I am your wife.” 

It took a moment to sink in, but the second it did, your eyes blinked open. It still felt like a bat was taken to your middle, but you were sure if it didn’t, you’d have jerked up from the bed. “Wait, really?”

“Yep.”

“You married me?”

“I married you, and you married me. In front of God and everything.” 

“Awww.” you cooed, heart fluttering once more to remember how Natasha married you in a church. “You don’t believe in God and you married me in a church.”

“I got to marry you. That’s all I cared about.” 

“Holy crap...I am gonna make you such a good wife. Like...pot roast level good.”

“You're already a good wife. And we have a baby.”

It should probably not be the first thing on her mind, but the only thing that came was, “Did I name it?” 

“Yeah, you named him Henry. Completely bulldosed me on the name ‘Jack’.”

“That's basically an invitation to call him ‘Jackass’”. 

“I know, that’s what you said.” 

She closed her eyes a while, and then perked up, blinking up at Natasha. “Wait, you really married me?”

“Yeah.”

“In front of all your friends and family?”

“Mmmhmm.” 

“In front of our kid?”

“He wasn’t born yet.”

“Our son is a bastard?” You looked like you were about to cry. 

Natasha couldn’t help but laugh. “One sec” she pulled out her phone. “If you’re gonna be like this, I need physical evidence.”

“Noooooo, I don’t want my bastard baby to know he’s a bastard.” 

“I love you so much.”

“And you even married me.”

“Yep. I wifed you up real quick.”

“And now we get to have sex all the time.” 

“Yeah, and it’s pretty great sex.” 

The curtain fluttered, and Bradley’s head appeared, holding a bouquet of carnations. 

“Are you talking about sex with an inebriated woman?”

“She brought it up!” Natasha defended, inching closer to her wife. 

“Hey chicken boy!” 

“Say that to my face, you limp noodle.”

“Is he our baby’s godfather?”

“Bob is his godfather.”

“Where is our baby? I miss his squishy little face.”

“With his godfather.” 

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

OVERSTIMULATION WITH SUB LOGAN OVERSTIMULATION WITH SUB LOGAN OVERSTIMULATION WITH SUB LOGAN ‼️‼️‼️‼️

😂Ahhh god I love these over stim with Logan ones, ofc I’m gonna do it… i really dk bout this but here it goes:

KINKTOBER: DAY smth well 9th October - OVERSTIMULATION with sub Logan

Note: ofc it’s dirty dirty dirty.

Logan had dreamed for years about being dominated by a woman. Logan never really seemed to want to try anything new. He had given it several tries, but nothing had ever changed much. he was great in bed, he was always satisfied, and thought his partners were too. It was so hard to tell sometimes. Whenever he took the lead she was willing to do almost anything, but she would never take charge.

Logan spent several hours a week on the internet searching for male sub stories and movies. Trying to discreetly watch and read while wade was working or doing chores.

Logan finally stumbled onto a Female Dom site, where the Dom was located only 20 miles away. His cock throbbed as he looked at her site and imagined that he was the slut in the pictures.

Her name was Mistress y/n. She was not a runway model, but boy did she look hot in her leather outfit. Her breast covers were held on with Velcro, and the crotch cover was removable and left plenty of room for any activity. For several months Logan went to her site, afraid to click on the contact button. A couple of times he clicked on it then changed his mind, afraid of the consequences if he was caught.

One evening Logan went to Mistress y/n’s web site. Wade was over at his friend's house helping her redecorate the Living room, so Logan could relax a bit and actually listen to the sound clips.

She sounded sexy. Mistress y/n had posted a new series, where she took a new male sub and filmed his training from start to finish. Logan had seen it appear months ago, but was afraid to watch while his fwb was in the house. He clicked on the first clip: Training begins.

The movie began with a fully dressed male in his thirties standing alone in a semi-dark room.

The room was full of every kind of S/M toy you could imagine. Whips, collars, cock restraints, dildo’s, vibrators, strap on’s hung on the walls neatly. Logan could barely make out the clothes racks full of outfits. Scattered around the room were racks, saw horses, stocks, tables, chairs. It was obvious that Mistress y/n could restrain her slaves in any position she desired. Logan’s cock throbbed and pulsed, God he wanted to masturbate and she hadn’t even entered the room yet!

Mistress y/n walked into the room and watched the man looking around the room. “Attention Slut!” she said. The man jumped and turned toward her. “Hi, I was just admiring your toys.” “Silence Slut!” “You are not starting out very well.” “You were instructed to enter this room, face the door, and wait for me.” “I’m sorry.” The man said. “Silence Slut!” “I will go over the rules that you agreed to one more time.” “If you fail again, you will be ejected, never to return” 1) Do not speak unless spoken to, and then you may only reply with: “Yes Mistress” “No Mistress” “Please Mistress” “Thank You Mistress” 2 You will be naked at all times unless I instruct you otherwise. 3) You will obey my instructions immediately, without question or hesitation. 4) The code words are “Red” for stop, and “Yellow” for I’m not sure I can take it anymore. If you use either I will be disappointed both in you and in my instruction pace. 5) Our contract will remain in effect until either of us declares it void. If the contract is voided, you will leave immediately and will never have any contact with me or mine again.

Mistress y/n cupped her hand under the man’s chin, forcing him to look directly at her. “Do you understand and agree to these conditions?”

“Yes Mistress” the man replied.

“Excellent” Mistress y/n said. “Please do not disappoint me again, or it will go very hard for you”

Mistress y/n put a leather collar around the slaves neck. The collar had the word slut embossed in two places. "This collar shows your status and your name."

“Now remove your clothes Slut” she snapped. Startled, he jumped and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Mistress y/n reached over to the wall and grabbed a riding crop. “Stupid SLUT” she said as she thwacked him stiffly across his ass 3 times. “What did I just tell you?”

“Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress” he yelped. He feverishly ripped off the rest of his clothes as she continued to expertly hit his exposed areas. Not hard enough to leave welts, but enough to scare him and get his attention.

After much deliberation Logan finally contacted her.

End. (I am on vacay sorry, I’ll be back home on eleventh. Just for a little peak)

Will post part two if y’all want

[polo-drone-039]

SYMPATHY FOR THE DRONE

In a breathtaking cherry blossom garden in full bloom a drone is meticulously tending to his flowers.

The air is still. Sounds muffled, like a dream, a Paradise

"Good morning, excuse me, I must be lost," a boy addressing the drone

"Welcome, my friend. It has been expecting you," the drone replied with a warm smile. "Why that surprised look? You're not lost. You're exactly where you should be."

"And where is this? It's stunning. I've never seen anything like this," the boy said, taking in the serene beauty.

"This is my garden. It personally cares for every flower. Every petal is just as It desires."

"You're doing an amazing job," the boy said politely.

"Thank you, my friend. But there's still much to do. Perfection takes time, dedication. The flowers keep me company, but sometimes... It feels so alone." A hint of sadness laced its voice. "Would you help me?"

"Me?" the boy asked, surprised. "What could I possibly do? I know nothing about flowers."

"Ah, but these are not flowers as you know them. Each one is a person. When people feel lost, It offers them my help. It eases their suffering. It knows each by name and ensure they remain beautiful, perfect. In return, they honor me. They keep me company."

"What It asks is simple. A small favor. One year of your time. Travel the world and gather as many flowers as you can. Bring them to my garden. Help me make it perfect." His voice is gentle though not pleading.

Doubt crept in. "A year? Away from my family, my friends…" Something felt off. But the drone was so persuasive, his voice so smooth. And it seemed so lonely.

"Deal." The word slipped from the boy’s lips before he even realized it. He shook the drone’s hand. A shiver ran down his spine. His body tensed, filled with a powerful energy:intense yet warm, comforting.

"Tell the world about my magnificent garden. Now, you have everything you need."

The drone’s gift surged through him: knowledge, power. He could now speak every language, take any form.

"Now you can break out of the box.

 You can be be a playful pup.

You can be a lover or a fighter, whatever I desire.

 Life’s like a runway, and I am the designer.

Wings of a butterfly, eyes of a tiger

Whatever I want, choose your fighter."

A sudden breeze. A swirl of vibrant petals wrapped around the boy

A vision in its mind. Transformation!

His body reshaped—powerful arms, sculpted abs, a broad chest beneath a leather jacket. Black leather pants replaced his ordinary clothes. The magic had begun.

THE HARVEST

And so he did.

With a new identity, a new form, he roamed the world, praising the beauty of the cherry blossom garden.

Day after day, new flowers joined the Drone’s collection.

But for the Drone, it was never enough. More perfection. More devotion. Always more.

Day after day, the boy returned, lighter, more devoted. With every precious offering, he gave away a piece of himself. His mind, faded! His will, erased!

At the year's end, the boy returned with his final harvest—the last fragment of himself. He knelt before the Drone, head bowed, peaceful, yet still slightly troubled.

"Well done, my boy. You've served me well. But tell me, what troubles you?"

"I've served you for a year... but I still don’t know your name."

"You're right, but a Drone has no name!

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year.

I am one, yet I am all.

An Alpha, yet a servant.

The great illusionist, hidden in plain sight.

Tell me, boy—can you guess my name?"

You are all welcome to visit our garden, contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

CREDITS

[uyuforu]

https://www.tumblr.com/uyuforu/742760539006156801/hiii-i-wanted-to-know-which-part-of-my-natal

hello not my ask but could you do an example with jk chart? its ok if not i dont want to bother

hope you have good day

Jungkook's Style Evolution

Jungkook's style has been something very interesting to watch over the years. A Fashion style and the way dress always have an importance, at it reflects our personality, our tastes, our self, our mood but also our evolution as a being. And as we all know, JK's Fashion indeed changed over the years too. I thought it would be very interesting to take a look, and someone in the ask box asked me to do so. I wanted then to do a full analysis based on Natal Chart and Solar Returns. You can also check it and apply it to yourself! Please note that I couldn't put more than 30 images in this post, which was inconvenient in a way since I couldn't show more. I tried to take pictures that were a good representation of what JK wore every time. I also chose airport outfits since it is the most popular way to see about JK's fashion style and own fashion choices, other outfits were often chosen by stylists.

Techniques used: Natal Chart + Solar Returns

Placements used: Sun, Rising, Rising's ruler, 1H, MC, Venus, Venus's Ruler, Mars, Stellium for Natal Chart. Rising, Venus, Venus' Ruler, MC sometimes, Mars sometimes for Solar Returns.

Book a private reading: menus ; Q&A ; rules

⋅˚₊ Jungkook's Natal Chart Indicators ₊˚ ⋅

₊˚⊹ Jungkook's Sun is Virgo, and it makes him prefer casual clothing. He also prefers sporty style, clothing you can wear outside and inside, and clothing that are comfortable to move in. Simple, nothing too extravagant. The clothing he often wear are so more comfortable and casual than actually looking luxurious. He often wear jeans too. Colors are also basic ones.

₊˚⊹ Jungkook's Rising sign is Capricorn. JK will look masculine, dominant and a little scary or just distant usually. It makes him so chose clothing that will make him appear older, or he will want to dress a certain way that makes him appear as an actual adult. It makes sense since JK always has been often babied his whole life, he chose a style that is dark, and chose to appear a way to makes sense with his Rising. He wants to tell people through his fashion sense and appearance that he is a grown up, a man, and mostly an adult. He doesn't want people to keep treating him like a baby or a child. He wants people to respect him when they see him. The ruler of the Rising sign is Saturn which is in Aries 3H. Aries here makes sense with his style, his tattoos and mostly that JK wants to have a lot of muscles and wants to look attractive physically, he often takes care of his body shape. The 3H is a Gemini house, rulling the arms and hands, and this is where JK has tattoos. Despite his actual look and desire to appear older, JK will still have that youthful look of his, but his fashion style will so be chosen for him to be treated like a man and not a boy.

₊˚⊹ JK's Venus sign is in Libra, and being its own ruler, JK has indeed a good fashion sense. He cares a lot about how he looks and how the clothings he chooses to wear suit him. He is part of the people who can't go out in clothing they don't like. It doesn't have to be the runway kind of fashion whenever he goes out, but he needs to wear what he likes. Even if his outfits seem most of the time casual and comfortable, it is in fact his style and his fashion sense, and he actually likes this style. It looks like he doesn't care while in fact he does. JK also has a lot of different accessories he wears daily. His Venus is in 9H, he has an appearance that doesn't fit the Korean standards, despite that many other Koreans have tattoos and piercings, it is not considered something well seen in the country. More because JK is an idol. He made a revolutionary move by having so much tattoos, showing them freely. Even with his style.

₊˚⊹ JK's Mars sign is in Scorpio, making a lot of sense with the way he dresses. He looks very good in black and dark clothing. He likes the pull off the "Bad Boy" style and it is actually a good idea since it goes well with his Mars sign. He is very attractive and sexier in this outfits, not because of the style itself, but because it goes well with the placement. Dressing according to its Venus style is important but Mars is also very important since it will make you look good and attractive in the eyes of others. JK before used to dress in a much more casual and comfy style like his Sun sign. It suited him well but ever since he started to dress along his Mars sign, you can see his self confidence is higher. Piercings, showing much more his body shape, dark & black clothing, excellent choices. He owns the mysterious and hot guy style. His Tattoos, despite being his personal choices, actually also goes well with his style.

₊˚⊹ JK's MC is Libra, which represents his reputation. JK has the reputation to have a good fashion sense, he explored different styles, yet he knows how to dress well. He is considered as one of the best members of BTS to dress for airport style for example. He also has a good way to dress usually, and always seems to appear very good looking wherever he goes. Whatever he pulls off will suit him.

₊˚⊹ JK has a 1H & 8H stellium, which makes sense since he always stated that his body and appearance mattered much to him. He is often seen working out, and taking care of his appearance. He wants to look good, he also likes to be praised for how he looks, fashion wise but also just also about his body shape. The 8H stellium is clearly a big indicators about how people see him. JK's Neptune 1H first indicate people see him in a way that is not 100% true, they desire him for how he looks, but not actually him as a person. Having a 8H stellium makes JK appear very desirable for most people. He looks hot, sexy, mysterious, just someone people are obsessed with.

⋅˚₊ Jungkook's Natal Chart Indicators ₊˚ ⋅

જ⁀➴ SRC 2015-2016

₊˚⊹ This year, JK was Gemini Rising. This made him dressed in many different colors, and style. He wasn't afraid to mix colors, and mostly was dressing in a more colorful and joyful way. It was also a year of self discovery fashion wise, as JK sometimes wore black, and sometimes colorful outfits. With the 20° (Scorpio), we can see how JK was very shy about his appearance, his body language in most pictures that year made it obvious he was shy. He may also dressed in a way that made him look normal, basic, not extra to make him stand out. Despite also being young that year (He was 2017 years old), his Gemini rising also makes him dresses in a "childlike" fashion style, meaning he dresses as people his age, or with clothing that made him appear younger.

₊˚⊹ Fashion this year was indeed very colorful for men, it was also a year with simple clothing: a jacket, a skinny jean, a simple t-shirt. And backpacks seemed to be also pretty popular, something JK was often wearing that year. Cargo pants were also an iconic fashion trend that year, and JK didn't miss it. This style was similar to the Skater Boy, often wearing beanies too, pretty popular for men and boys around that year.

₊˚⊹ This year's Venus was Leo 3H, again a Gemini placement. With Leo Venus, Fashion could have been really important for him this year, he may have cared a lot. Being in the 3H, it must have been a way to express himself, maybe expressed his mood of the day.

₊˚⊹ Venus' Ruler is the Sun, being in 4H. He may have wanted to dress very much like Korean's Fashion this year, following trends and not wanting to stand out in his own style much. The Scorpio degree on the Sun also make sense, JK didn't seem to be very confident in his appearance, he so didn't want people to notice him much in his fashion style. What he wore was very simple.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2016-2017

₊˚⊹ For this year, JK was Virgo Rising, his fashion style was clear, neat, he was always very well dressed, every accessories making a perfect sense. He started dressing with neutral colors such as Black, dark colors, white, beige, and also often wore Jeans. Very casual fashion style. The 5° on his rising sign makes him have a good fashion style, it's not only casual, you can see that JK has a big interest in Fashion this year. The way he dresses felt like it actually mattered to him. It also makes him in touch with trends and the fashion world, as the way JK dresses was very similar to the trends of that time, despite JK wearing a more "casual" look.

₊˚⊹ JK's 1H Stellium also explains how he got a glow up this year, his appearance really mattered this year to him. Moreover, the Sun is in there, making it really obvious how important it was. His Fashion style was part of his identity.

₊˚⊹ Venus was in Libra 2H this year, with also the ruler being in its home. It was very obvious JK was really into fashion this year, dressing very well. That year, JK wore a lot of skinny jeans, showing his tights and hips very much. He wore casual yet luxurious outfits, which is very logical to me since the venus is in a Taurus House but also with a Taurus degree.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2017-2018

₊˚⊹ The way I just laugh out loud when I saw his SRC this year. It is just so obvious. This is the year JK started to dress in black mostly, Black and White were his only go to Fashion Style. Even jeans were black. This can be easily explained with his Scorpio Rising this year. JK also often wore a leather Jacker, which is such a Scorpio thing to me. It gives me bad boy style tbh. I don't wanna sound cliché tho. With the Cancer degree on the rising, JK indeed followed fashion Trends from Korea this year, Black was seen often and was a popular color (if I can say color).

₊˚⊹ Venus is once again in Leo this year, in 9H. Fashion style could have been also inspired from foreign lands, where indeed leather jackets was a trend. Having more dark colors on their outfits was something that we could often see. Fashion was also very important this year. JK was indeed popular for his bad boy look he wore. The Libra degree on the Venus made him always have a proper look, always looking very well out and harmonious. Being in 9H makes sense since his Fashion look were often popular when he was at the airport.

₊˚⊹ The Ruler is the Sun in 10H, and the MC being in Leo makes a lot of sense to me. Around those years, JK's fashion sense became very popular and his fashion style was part of his good reputation. He was popular for his fashion sense, the way he wore, but also how his fashion made him appear. People were going crazy and often called JK "hot", "sexy", etc. Coming back to the Scorpio Rising, this can also be explained as to why. That made him indeed appear as sexy, hot, and mysterious. People were obsessed with his look. The MC being in an Aquarius degree makes a lot of sense, JK was very popular for his fashion and his appearance online from this year.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2018-2019

₊˚⊹ This year, JK was Aquarius rising. It was very interesting since to me having Aquarius rising makes us look very unique, avant-garde and maybe even following our own fashion style without caring much about trends. JK this year continued to wore black often. Most of his outfits were that colors. He was often wearing clothings the he liked, not caring much about fashion itself compared the the previous years. He was more into comfortable clothing this year than fashion itself.

₊˚⊹ Fashion this year was actually pretty colorful on the runways. Despite the clothing were also comfortable for men, fashion was still around skinny jeans, simple t-shirts, etc. So JK actually dressed different from most of the fashion trends this year. He was still into fashion, but maybe detached himself from the fashion trends and started to go on a self-journey. He was finally finding his own style.

₊˚⊹ Venus this year was in Libra 8H. The darker color, even just black makes sense since it is in the 8H. JK was seen more often hiding his face, letting his bangs being long, often wearing hats and caps that were almost hiding his face. Fashion was still part of him, and he dressed well according to his body type and his tastes. Moreover, MC this year was in Scorpio, which makes a lot go sense.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2019-2020

₊˚⊹ This year was a brand new beginning for JK as he started to get Tattoos, the first ones on his hands. Funny thing since this year, JK was Gemini rising. And Gemini rules also over the hands but also the arms, and JK also had some more tattoos later in 2020, on the arms.

₊˚⊹ This year, JK was so Gemini Rising with a 9°. Despite Black was still being his go to color, he was wearing clothings with different style. He was also known for his iconic hairstyle this year (the curly hair), that people created the Dora meme with. He was wearing a sporty casual style, with big clothing that made him look tiny. He could wear very casual and good outfits and the next time wear a very casual and sporty outfit. It seemed like he cared and other times he was just wanting to wear more comfortable clothing.

₊˚⊹ Venus this year is in Virgo 4H, his style was very casual, and very everyday style. It was a style which was comfortable and you could wear everyday. The Ruler is in the same sign and house, which adds to the fact JK really wanted it to be comfy and without any extra. He was also wearing a lot of oversized clothing this year again, which add more comfort.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2020-2021

₊˚⊹ For 2020, JK was Leo Rising with Aries degree. JK wasn't wearing much on his heads this year, often wanting to show up with different hairstyles. His Fashion was more "fashionable" than comfortable this year. He often expressed his own style and give more importance to his clothing style. Patterns appeared much more than last year. While JK was always wearing simple clothing before, he showed more patterns from this SRC.

₊˚⊹ The Venus was in Cancer 11H, JK was still wearing comfortable clothings. He was still on finding his own style as the way he was dressing wasn't that seen on the runway. He was using trends in the way he wanted to wear them. For example, the plaid pattern was seen often on runways this year, and JK also wear those, but in a more casual manner, in a more comfortable manner.

₊˚⊹ Since his Venus's ruler is the Moon, it is in Aquarius 6H, comfortable clothing, and preferring to wear his own style. I think it's over these years JK really imposed his own style. He knew he was into comfortable and casual clothing, but I feel like it's around the beginning of 2020's that his fashion style really became his.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2021-2022

₊˚⊹ This year is really iconic to me, it is the years JK's QG's photoshoot went out and it was viral. An icon. His Rising this year was Scorpio 8°, full Scorpio. If you want to know more about the photoshoot, I advise you to take a look because it's the best representation of this rising. This year JK looked mysterious, often once again wearing black and not much patterns. He sometimes wore some but not much. He was mostly in plain black and mostly showing much more his abs and body shapes with his clothing. He was full on the piercings and tattoos. It was truly the bad boy style this year, it also reminds me of the Hongdae Men lol.

₊˚⊹ His Venus was Libra 12H, and I remember that JK's shoes collection was wild this year, people were often posting and discussing about his shoes. Since Pisces/ 12H rules over the feet, it makes a lot of sense. Coming back, indeed JK's sense of fashion was wild, and he was often seen posing for photoshoots. His Leo MC makes a lot of sense.

₊˚⊹ His rising's rulers were Mars (11H) and Pluto (3H), JK's fashion was very popular online this year too, he was still in his own style and not caring much about most of trends, he was wearing what he wanted, and I almost want to say he was the creator of trends. He was versatile, going to comfy to luxurious style. He could pull everything off!

જ⁀➴ SRC 2022-2023

Didn't include 2023-2024 since JK is currently in Military.

₊˚⊹ This year JK was Capricorn Rising. His style was def more dominant. The way he appeared was always was very masculine too, showing much more his skin, abs, and body. Even in photoshoots, he wasn't just trying to show his fashion sense, it was also about the vibe he wanted to give to people. During this SRC, Seven went out and I suggest you to look at the photoshoot of the album... :) Saturn being the Rising's ruler, is in the 1H, making it obvious JK wanted to show a strong appearance, proving to people he is not a child anymore.

₊˚⊹ The Venus was in Leo 7H, JK was wearing a good fashion style still. It was still his iconic look but he looked very attractive because of his good style. JK's fashion this year was less sporty and comfy, it was more about the actual fashion. He was wearing jeans and casual attire yet it was similar to the SRC 2016-2017. His clothing and fashion were really well put together and accessories were often seen on him. Not only his piercings, but necklaces and beanies too.

₊˚⊹ Venus ruler is the Sun which is in 8H,JK had a mysterious, sexy and hot aura once again this year. He was showing more his body and even while working he chose a style that looked like that. He also started to do a photoshoot for Calvin Klein this year, which was iconic to me. It was the first time people were actually seeing JK's abs. The photoshoot shows JK's persona, as a dark bad boy (he loves that style). It actually suits the MC, his reputation was someone hot, sexy and mostly a man that was really desired.

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Hi mommy. I’m so glad you’re back I missed you so much 🥰 Of course you come back full force and fabulously, just your style hehe. Professor yunho made me ache everywhere and Mingi’s filthy nsfw link was the cherry on top. I’m a hwa girl but goddamn. But what did you think of hwa for his runway debut? I thought he looked gorgeous since they let his natural self shine through. His outfit though wasn’t what I envisioned but still he pulled it off so well and his stilettos really made me want to call him mommy and degrade me a bit 🤭 But what did you think mommy?

Well, as I already told one of my bunnies in a private message: Hwa is going to be jealous because it seems like problems are starting in his temple 🤭 First San, now Yunho, Park Seonghwa - you have to work harder so that I can't take my eyes off you.

But let's talk about Fashion Week.

First of all, I would like to say that this is my personal opinion and you may not agree with it. I also want us all to be able to express our thoughts on the blog without any disclaimers - this is a completely safe space and each of us is unique and has our own perspective on things, so don't be afraid to express yourself and share your thoughts. If I see public condemnation or rudeness on my blog, I will block users.

So let's start with the fact that the boys look beautiful as always, and that's the problem. They look pretty typical, I don't mean their looks, but their style and their outfits. Some of their stage costumes look much more fashionable.

Fashion Week is all about fashion, and for me it's something that goes beyond the norm (for example, Seonghwa's past outfits literally brought me to my knees - that's exactly what I expect from Fashion Week, it should be extra). I would like to see half skirts or skirts, jumpsuits, dresses, laces, complex textures or designs, layering, complex textured fabrics and colours, the presence of accessories, etc.

I'm not saying our boys didn't shine, no, they looked great, but I still see them in a different style. I'm attaching a few options of what I'd like to see for them at Fashion Week. If you want, I can analyse the looks and style for each of the boys in a separate post.

I would also like to see Wooyoung shine more. Again, he looks amazing and hot, but let's agree that the boys walking around half naked doesn't have the 'wow' factor anymore as they are almost always like that, and with his gorgeous looks, there is a lot more that could be done.