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[no-144444]

hi! i love your blog and i know this is kind of weird but just hear me out. do you remmeber the 'anything but f1' thing they did this year? what if oscar's topic was his girlfriends career and she was like a huge superstar on broadway and on the screen? and he like knew EVERYTHING and answered every question perfectly?

i hope you like this idea, if not, that's totally fine.

thank you ml xxx

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knowing me, knowing you- o.piastri

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a/n: thank you for requesting! sorry it took so long :)

summary: i suggest you look at the ask...

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

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Oscar was too warm and tired for this. He stood in front of a camera, smelling like hairspray and some sort of spray the makeup artist had put on his face, while he was asked all of the ‘Grill the Grid’ questions. 

“That’s it for ‘Grill the Grid’,” she explained. “But this year we have a new segment.”

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Anything but F1’,” she smiled. “Your topic is Y/n Y/l/n’s career,” she chuckled. 

Oscar smiled. “This is going to be easy.”

“Will she kill you if you don’t get full marks?” she laughed. 

Oscar pondered. “Probably not?” 

“Alright then. Ready? Pressure is on.”

He nodded. 

“What was Y/l/n’s first role on Broadway?” 

“Matilda,” he nodded. Y/n Y/l/n, his girlfriend, you, also an EGOT winning actor, the youngest there’s ever been. 

“Correct! How old was Y/l/n when she made her Broadway debut?”

“Well, she was 8 in Matilda on the West End and did 2 years of that, so 10?” he answered. 

“Correct! How old was she when she played Sally Bowles, making her the youngest to have ever played her on a Broadway stage?” 

“She was 17.”

“Correct! How old was she when she got her first Tony?” 

“11 years old.”

“Correct!” she smiled. “What Disney princess did she play?” 

“Huh?” he questioned, not knowing that you’d voiced a disney princess. “She’s voiced a Disney princess?” 

She nodded. 

“In a Disney film?”

She nodded again. “Think about it.”

“Does she sing in it?”

“The princess does sing,” she explained. “But Y/l/n did also write a song for it.”

Oscar was stumped. “Can I come back to it?” 

“Sure,” she shrugged, moving on to the next one. “What was her first feature film?”

“Lés Mis,” he answered. “She played Cosette.”

“Correct! What happened at the 2013 oscars?”

Oscar chuckled. “I think Jennifer Lawrence fell over and took Y/n with her?”

“Correct! What is her most streamed song?”

“Does this include recordings she was a part of or just her solo career or the band too?”

“One of those is fine, but if you can give me an answer for all though, we’ll give you an extra point.”

“So,” he started explaining. “Y/n’s most streamed solo single is probably American Teenager, her most streamed band single is probably BABY SAID, and her most streamed cast recording was probably Wicked, or Hadestown.”

“Correct, and it is Wicked.”

As he explained his answers, his trainer and others in the room started to laugh. He knew everything about you. He was so down-bad it was almost embarrassing, but they understood it anyway. You’d been together since you were 14, you were 23 now. You get to know a lot about a person in 9 years, especially from teenage years to being a young adult. 

“What record did she break by winning an Oscar in 2018?” 

Oscar smirked and winked at the camera. “She’s the youngest person ever to gain an EGOT.”

“What school did she teach at in her early years?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “How old was she?”

“Ages 8-12, she taught here on and off, and not many people know about it since she didn’t go into that field of the arts.”

He groaned, trying desperately to think. “The Royal Ballet in London!” He exclaimed, finally remembering. 

“Correct! Next question, how many Tony awards does she have?”

“Oh shit they’re on the mantel at home…” he muttered to himself, trying to count them in his head. “5?”

“Correct. Who has more trophies?”

Oscar chuckled. “I have more trophies, but she has more awards.”

“Alright, how many Emmys does she have?”

“1, which she won this year for her role in the Bear.” 

“Correct, how many Broadway or West End shows has she been a part of? You get a bonus point for naming them all.”

“Oh alright, so Matilda, Annie, Into the Woods, Hamilton, Heathers, Spring Awakening, Mamma Mia!, Moulin Rouge!, Cabaret, Six, Parade, Hadestown, Chicago, Wicked, and right now she’s doing Lés Miserables for the first time on a stage,” he explained. “So that was… 15?”

“Just one more?” she hinted. 

Oscar’s face fell. “What? What else has she done?” he asked out loud. “I said Wicked?”

She nodded. 

“Did I say Mamma Mia!?” 

She nodded. 

“Did I say Phantom of the Opera?”

“No, you didn't! Congratulations, bonus point awarded. What has she said is her dream role?”

He took a deep breath. “It’s going to be really bad if I get this wrong, isn’t it? Alright, so, she has always wanted to play Ms. Honey in Matilda,” he watched as the interviewer shook her head. “Shit, alright. Any hints?”

“She said it would be the only way to get her back into a specific show,” she hinted. 

“Oh! Emcee!” he cheered. “God, how could I forget that?”

“Well done! Alright, one final question, what song did she sing at the 2023 grammy awards, where she debuted her first single after ‘LISTEN’, her band, went on hiatus?”

He smirked. He was there for that performance. He was sitting in the crowd as you sang. He got to take you home and congratulate you. He got to be the proud boyfriend all night. He loved it. It was one of his most fond memories. “She sang ‘That’s So True’. I was there.”

“The infamous kiss picture,” she winked at him. He nodded, a smug smile on his face. “So, going back to the other question, what Disney princess did Y/l/n play?” 

“Oh shit yeah, it was animated, yeah?”  

“Not necessarily,” she hinted. 

“Ariel!” he exclaimed. “Ariel, of course!”

She chuckled. “Congratulations, you know the most about Y/n Y/l/n’s career out of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“One would hope,” he chuckled.

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[evanpeterspeter]

Kinktober day 3

Peter Maximoff - phone sex/sexting

Cw: lewd content. That’s it

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It was a foggy Thursday afternoon, Peter was at home in his messy unkept Room (Basement), just playing Pac-Man and eating that garbage sponge cake with artificial cream in between, just finding a way to waste away the day. You were at your house, stuck studying for your big exam tomorrow. You sat crisscrossed at your desk, eyes dozing off at your mindless textbook of anatomy. You were abruptly awoken by the buzz of your phone. You grabbed it, seeing your favorite speedster had texted you. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear, happy to hear from your boyfriend.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Heya babes! wyd?

You

Just studying. You?

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

You should be studying me.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cheesy comment, though you did let out a small scoff of a laugh.

You

You’re so dumb, you know that right?

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Just for you.

You shut off your phone and tossed it onto the bed, standing up from your chair, stretching your arms over your head, and letting out a lion like yawn. You were wearing a silk sleep tank top with a matching pair of silk shorts. As you finished your stretch you pounced onto the bed, hugging your bat Squishmallow under your chest, and picking your phone back up. 8 notifications from Peter? It’s been less than 2 minutes, you thought to yourself.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

BABEEE!!!

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Facetime meeee!

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

IMYYYYY!

And there were 5 missed FaceTime calls. “My god..This boy is gonna be the death of me.” You decided to FaceTime him, like one ring in and he immediately answered.

“Babe! I’ve missed you!”

“Peter, I put my phone down for less than 2 minutes.” You said giggling

“You know that’s a century for me babes…whatcha’ wearing?” He said with a dumb smirk on his face. You looked down and saw that your cleavage was out, you scoffed and picked up your silk tank. “BOOOO! I was enjoying that.” Peter exclaimed in a whiney pout.

“Well, I’m wearing my silk set you got me.” You smiled, standing up, propping up your phone, then stepping away to do a small twirl, showing off the skimpy silk material Peter gifted (Definitely stole) you. He whistled at you and smiled.

“What a beaut! My gorgeous girl.” You couldn’t help but blush and giggle, walking towards the phone, picking it up, and pressing a kiss at the camera. You took him to your vanity, placing the phone in front of the mirror and sitting in the frame of the camera. You opened your mini fridge that held your skin care products and started applying them. “Remind me why you need all those?” Peter said.

“Helps my skin stay clear and fresh.” You said while applying the cool cream to your cheeks. The cold of the cream made your body shiver, giving small goosebumps throughout your body.

As you looked at the frame you saw Peter’s eyes fixated on the bottom of the camera. You inspected closer to the camera and noticed he was staring at your hardened nipples. You quickly hugged your elbows together and gasped. “Peter! I saw that!” “What? I wasn’t lookin’! I saw nothin’!” He said lying through his teeth. “…Okay, Okay! I was looking, but you can’t blame me! You look stunnin’, babes.” You shook your head and unraveled your arms, to continue your routine.

You noticed how awfully quiet Peter was being, so you looked back down at the frame, to your surprise (Not really) you saw the silver-headed boy moving his lower half. His eyes were closed, gently biting his bottom lip, and the phone bouncing. “P-peter? What are you doing?” Something about that visual of his, made butterflies appear not just in your stomach, but lower. Peter smirked at the camera. “You wanna see babes?” You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded slowly. Peter flipped the camera, to show his large shaft in the grasp of his palm. You unintentionally bit your lower lip, seeing how blush pink of his tips was, and the glistening of his precum dripping onto the mid of his cock. “Can I see ya’?” He said in a charming tone. “I-I don’t know. I’m kinda shy…” you stuttered. “Come on babes, I’ve seen her before. So beautiful and petite.” “I know, but I’m camera shy.” You said hiding your face. “Why be shy? No one is here to see except me.” You thought about it for a second and then nodded. “Okay, but no screenshots okay? Promise me, Peter.” “I pinky promise, with Twinkies on top.” You giggled and plopped over to your bed.

Propping your phone on the foot of your bed, you sat up on your knees, slowly grasping your silk garment and pulling it suggestively over your head, letting your soft and plush tits bounce free. Peter let out a soft groan at the sight of your soft perky nipples. You then shimmied off your silk bottoms, wiggling your hips to tease Peter. As you pulled them off, you laid onto your back showing your cute, plump pussy lips. They were freshly shaved and moisturized from that afternoon. “F-fuck you’re so beautiful.” You were already wet from the sound and view of him and how you wish he was touching you right there and now. You slid your fingers in between your slick folds, and spread your soft lips apart, reviling a pink ombre with a glisten of slick on your entrance and clit. “God, I just need a taste of that,” Peter said as his breathing had quickened. You used your two fingers to start rubbing yourself in a circular motion, just squirming at the thought of Peter eating you out. You let out some small petite mewls, as you grinded against your fingers, eager for Peter’s touch. You let out some gasps. “P-peter..mmmm” Something about that almost made Peter explode. He started jerking off at a faster pace. “Fuck babes… You’re gonna make me cum.” You picked up the pace and started rubbing side to side at a quick speed, feeling your core tighten. Peter was holding off as much as he could but miserably failed as he came all over himself. You weren’t too far after him as you also came, you let out a messy moan, moaning Peter’s name as your entrance tightened with each convulse of your orgasm. “That’s my girl.” He spoke with a soothing tone.

After collecting your thoughts you sat up on your knees, smiling looking at the camera to see Peter wasn’t in the frame. “Petey?” You said tilting your head like a lost puppy. You pouted seeing he wasn’t there, and silently put your clothes back on, feeling embarrassed and slightly ashamed, like as if you felt used. You knew Peter would never use you, but you were kinda used to it from the other guys. You felt your eyes well up and you hung up the phone. As you tuck yourself into bed the phone dings.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Babe? Where did you go?

You saw the notification light up the ceiling but then turned the other way and hid under your blanket. Letting out soft cries as you hugged yourself feeling empty and used.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Hey, Is everything okay?

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Don’t make me go over there.

Next thing you know you felt a heavy body on the end of your bed. Peter was there. He lifted your duvet, to see you curled in a ball, hugging your Squishmallow. “Babe, Hey, what’s wrong?” He scooted closer, scooping you into his arms. You hiccuped and cried. “I-I thought you used me.” You gasped in between cries. “Hey, baby. I would never do that to you. You are the world to me, Y/n” “I’m so annoying, I’m sorry Peter.” Peter pulled you to his chest, shushing you in a calming sense. “You are not, babe. I was cleaning myself up and I was preparing for a potential movie night on the phone with you. But since I’m here, we can watch something together, Yeah?” You lifted your heavy head looking at him. He wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumbs. “Yes, my starshine?” You smiled and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. “I love you, Petey.” You said caressing his soft stubble jaw. “I love you more.”

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[sturniolos-blog]

please do a prank where either mailo or ella tells reader to shut up to see matt’s reaction !

Prank - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff? short

disclaimer: first person POV, Mailo is 8 and Ella is 10

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8:04pm

I grab the vlog camera as I set it up, pressing record.

“Hello, guys! It’s me, Y/n Sturniolo. I haven’t recorded in a while but we are back for a prank on Matt.” I tell the camera, fixing my hair every couple of seconds.

“But today i’m not alone for this plan..” I trail off, trying to make it more dramatic. “Now introducing, Estrella and Mailo Sturniolo!” I introduce my kids as they walk into frame.

Mailo and Ella stand there awkwardly as they wave. I clear my throat, “Okay, well todays like prank i guess is the kids are just gonna tell Matt to shut up, to get his reaction. Tengo razón?”

Tengo razón: am i right?

“Sí, tú eres, mami.” Mailo says.

Si, tu eres, mami.: Yes, you are, mommy.

“Crees que papi va a estar enojado?” Ella asks as she looks at me.

Crees que papi va a estar enojado: Do you think daddy is going to be angry?

I shrug, “Un poco, pero he will get over it.” I laugh, as i rub Ella’s back.

Un poco, pero: a little bit, but

Ella nods before we hear a car pull in the driveway.

I gasp, “Okay, that must be Matt so come on guys downstairs. Vámonos, rápido!.” I say as we all rush downstairs, Ella and Mailo letting out fits of giggles.

Vámonos, rápido!: let’s go, quickly!

We make our way downstairs and i run into the kitchen, hiding the camera behind a cool book but getting a good view of the kitchen.

I hear Mailo and Ella continue giggling as they sit down at the kitchen table coloring.

I hear the front door open as i start making dinner. “I’m home!” Matt calls out as i hear his keys jingle.

“We’re in the kitchen, mi amor!” I call back, starting to put sauce into a pot on the stove.

mi amor: my love

Matt walks in the kitchen smiling, he comes over behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my face. “Hey, baby.” He mutters into my neck.

“Hey..” I smile, turning my head so i could kiss his lips quickly.

I then start focusing on dinner again and then Matt walks to the table, kissing Ella’s head then Mailo’s.

“No hello?” Matt jokes, examining Ella and Mailo’s drawings.

“Shut up, dad.” Ella says, laying her head on her arm that rested on the table.

“Excuse me?” Matt said, not knowing what to say to that.

I try my best not to laugh.

“You heard her, shut up, dad!” Mailo yells.

“Yeah, so that’s not gonna happen. I don’t know what’s wrong with you guys but you guys are not talking to me like that. Y/n, do you hear this?” Matt turns to me now.

“Be nice to your father, chicos.” Y/n says, shaking her head, going along with the prank.

chicos: guys

Ella shrugs and continues coloring as Mailo does the same, now not saying anything.

“Y/n, seriously? You’re not gonna say anything else?” Matt scoffs, looking at me.

“Matt, they probably didn’t mean it. Right, guys?” I ask the kids, stirring the sauce.

“I meant it.” Mailo shrugs.

“Me too!” Ella giggles.

I hold in my laugh as Matt’s face now gets red with anger, “Okay, both of you are in trouble. Can’t believe you would-”

“Matt!” I cut him off, making him look at me. “It’s a prank!” I laugh loudly, making the kids burst out laughing too.

“What?” He scoffs.

I double over as i hold my stomach, laughing as i point to the hidden camera. “We raised these kids better than that!” I calm down now.

“Gotcha, daddy!” Ella smiled cheekly.

“Yeah, dad, you kinda suck.” Mailo insulted.

Matt shook his head, “You guys are unbelievable.” He said as he let out a laugh.

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umm hello? i missed you guys haven’t posted a fic in a while so here’s this sloppy one

how is everybody?

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[wardenparker]

The King's Queen - chapter 8

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Unnecessarily sexy use of a mirror, lingerie, size kink, loss of virginity, praise/worship, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex Summary: The night is finally here, and taking the next step with Javi feels even more natural than you dreamed. Notes: Welcome back to the Balearic Islands and welcome to smut time! (Gif is representative of the vibe, not of reader's appearance.)

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

The first people to rise from the dinner table are you and Javi, which is as it should be. Everyone is finished with their meal when the king is, and you are more than happy to leave present company tonight. You take Javi’s arm with a smile and say your good nights, sparing a sly smile for Maisie and Gabriela as you go.

“That did not seem as painful as I was expecting.” Javi admits with a reassuring pat to your hand. “Your father was more restrained, I think.”

“I don’t think he expected me to ever tell him no,” you admit softly. “I wonder if he was bitching to my stepmother about me in the stables because he knew he couldn’t do it at dinner.”

“If he was, we can find out, if you wish.” He tells you with a smirk. “The stables have cameras.”

“I honestly don’t know if I want that kind of knowledge.” You admit with a shake of your head. “But please. Less talk of my father and more of us? We weren’t parted long this afternoon, but I’d like to hear about your day.”

“Not another word.” He promises, smiling at you. “Julius had me read over more agreements. Sometimes I feel like all I do is sign things. I need a stamp with my signature.”

“If you had that, then anyone could sign your name.” An idea which is alarming for several reasons. “I know it’s tedious, querido, but it is important.”

“I know.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyway. What did you and your ladies do this afternoon? Your first official as Princess?”

"We talked about you a little." It makes you smile as he seems so surprised by that fact. "I went over a few things with Flores and Sebastian went over my schedule for tomorrow with me after he came back from the stables. It was...fairly uneventful." All accept the conversation with Maisie and Gabriela in your closet, but of course you don't want to give away the surprise they helped you plan for him.

“That sounds lovely.” Javi tells you with a smile, nerves settling in his belly as you approach your bedroom suite. “Although tomorrow the wedding planning begins, sí?”

"Sí." The planning will begin in earnest, and there will be so much to do that it makes your head spin a bit. Or perhaps that's the nerves of anticipation for tonight. You cannot truly tell at the moment. "Would you still like me to have two dresses, mi amor?" He had said so in your first conversation about the wedding, and if it is something he truly dreams of then you will make sure it happens.

“Only if you wish.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to. “I just know that the traditional wedding dresses of queens are not…” he struggles to find the right words. “Party ready.”

"Maisie has already been showing me examples of designs so voluminous I would take up half the room." It does make you giggle, though, and you hug his arm. "I'll talk to the dressmaker. See what she thinks."

“Whatever you want.” He reminds you, “Catherine’s dress was gorgeous and simple lines.”

"I'm afraid I might have a more...active imagination than the Duchess of Cambridge did." The grin you aim in his direction is only slightly guilty, not mentioning that you also do not have a fussy British granny to satisfy with propriety. There is only him and you, but you won't say it like that.

“Diamond encrusted trains?” He jokes as he stops in front of your suite door. The footmen are absent and he smiles at the way Julius took his wants to heart. He knows everything inside will be perfect.

"I'm not aiming to be Marie Antoinette." Diamond encrusted trains sounds like the latest Kardashian wedding dress, and you smirk. "But I do like a classic, princess-y ballgown."

“Then that’s what you should have designed.” He smiles again, imagining your first dance in a beautiful wedding dress. “If your dress is your dream dress, just wear it all night. I want you to be happy.”

"I have an idea, and hopefully it will be workable." Not thinking of anything but being alone with him, you push open the door to your suite and gasp the moment you step inside. There are stunning bouquets of multi-colored daisies dotted with red roses on every surface. Crisp white candles of all different shapes and sizes are lit in just as many places if not more, and you could swear that an ice bucket and tray of something are sitting across the room on the coffee table in your sitting area. It's a movie-perfect moment of absolute romance if you ever saw one before and you nearly sob at the sight of it. "Javi...you...did you do all of this?"

“The staff set it all up.” He ducks his head in embarrassment, wondering if it didn’t count because he had not placed the items in your room himself. “I know that we talked about tonight and…” He takes your hand and presses it to his mouth. “You deserve romance. For it to be something you remember, hopefully very fondly.”

“It’s beautiful, mi amor.” As nervous as you have been, something about all of it slips from your shoulders in the face of this much love. In the care he has taken and the thoughtfulness of wanting to make the night a complete experience. “And not something I am ever going to forget; I can promise you that.”

"Good." The relief makes his answer whoosh out, shoulders sagging slightly and his grin one of complete pride. Despite being king, being the most powerful man in the islands, he wants your approval. Your happiness. Guiding you into the suite, the door closes behind you and he examines the room with approval. The staff had outdone themselves under Julius's guidance and he will have to thank the man. But for now, he turns towards you. "There is champagne and strawberries." He tells you with a small smirk. "Tonight is just for us, and there is no right or wrong here. Whatever you wish, nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, Margarita." He wants you to know that he's not going to believe that you have to act a certain way or do certain things just because you are a Princess. You are a woman. One who deserves to have her every sexual desire fulfilled by the person you love. Him.

“It is for both of us, isn’t it?” Your arms slip around his waist to keep him close, feeling suddenly as though it is vitally important to be touching him at all times. Feeling as though if you let go, you may burst. “I…have a surprise for you also…though it is slightly less impressive and much less grand than all of this.”

“For me?” He’s surprised that you would do anything for him, his brows arching up. “Amor, you did not have to do anything for me.” He quickly assures you, hoping you are not panicking and making things up.

“It’s…small…” The smirk that forms on your face mostly has to do with how petite the lingerie Maisie gave you actually is. It barely covers anything at all. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Anything from you I will love.” He promises, cupping your cheek gently.

“Then I think we should pour some champagne.” With the thought he put into this, it would be a shame not to sit along at the beautiful flowers and share a drink before moving forward with the night.

Delighted that you seem to like his surprise, Javi guides you over towards the champagne bucket. Pulling the bottle from the ice, he makes quick work of popping the cork and pouring two flutes. “To the beginning of our intimate journey.” He toasts.

“And the rest of our lives.” You tap your glass against his, the distinct tinkling assuring you that you’re drinking from crystal tonight.

Javi takes a sip, smiling at you and then he bends down to pick up a strawberry off the tray so he can hold it up to your lips for a bite. “Try the strawberry with this champagne.” He urges, noticing that Julius had outdone himself. There are plain strawberries and then some that are dipped in chocolate.

For all the decadent combinations you may have tried in your life, this is not one of them. It’s doubtlessly your imagination that makes the strawberry the sweetest you’ve ever tasted and the richest chocolate, too. It’s your imagination that makes the taste of the champagne around them transform, but even so you’re practically giggling with delight at the discovery of how perfect one makes the other — both enhanced tenfold when you have them together. “That’s amazing,” you hum, careful not to drip on yourself in any way whatsoever, and grinning like the lovestruck girl that you absolutely are.

The heated gaze that Javi gives you isn’t the calculated one the playboy prince might have given the object of his interest. It’s the look of a man completely in love with the woman in front of him. He hums, setting his own champagne flute down to cup your cheek. “Let me taste.” He murmurs, right before his lips descend on yours.

And all at once, there might as well not be anything else in the room — no furniture or flowers or paintings or treats — because nothing else in the entire world matters besides him. Javi licks into your mouth and you sigh for him, letting him explore you easily and remapping every inch of his mouth while your tongues dance and tangle together in earnest worship. He doesn’t move from kissing you. Content to spend the rest of his life right here with his lips on yours. Holding you close, he can feel you start to tremble in his arms.

It’s overpowering in the best way possible, and with your knees literally shaking and threatening to come out from under you, you grip his shoulders that much harder. There’s something thick and magical and true in the air between you tonight and it has you moaning softly into his kiss as you pull him closer.

Javi doesn’t want to breathe. Everything and everyone beyond the doors to this suite fade into obscurity and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss slightly.

Without being entirely sure how you got there, you can feel the wall at your back. The blanket over your senses that Javi has pushed everything else out of your awareness and you could not care less in this moment. All that matters is him — is now. The way he tilts his head and the way he grasps at your frame. The way you’ve already forgotten where you left your drinks. The way the candlelight makes both of you glow even though no eyes are open to see it.

“I love you.” He promises again as he manages to pull his mouth away from yours.

“I love you.” It can never be said enough, and his beautifully flushed cheeks and heavy eyelids make you grin unrepentantly. “More than I thought possible.”

“You will let me know if you want to stop.” It’s not a command, it’s not a question. It’s a fact in his mind. If you want to stop, you will say something. “Or if there is something you do not like.”

“And so will you.” Although you highly doubt either of you will stumble on that circumstance tonight, if he should decide his grief is still too strong, you want to make sure he knows you are willing to stop any time.

The thought of tonight had fueled him through the paperwork after your coronation ceremony. He picks up your hand and starts to kiss up your arm. "Never." He drops another kiss higher. "In." Kiss. "A." Kiss. "Million." Kiss. "Years." Kiss. "Amor." Kiss.

"Javi." Gently picking his chin up with two fingers, you press a kiss to his lips when his head is level with yours again. "Take me to bed, amor."

"I can do that." Javi isn't a virgin, but he's aware that your first time should be special. Sighing softly as he takes your hand and guides you towards the large bed that the two of you have been sharing. Now, it will be used for something more than cuddling and sleep. "Turn around, Margarita."

Doing as he asks, you shiver with your back to him. Giving him power over the situation would be scary if it was anyone else but with Javi there is only trust and anticipation. Whatever happens next, it starts with heated kisses and the feeling of his broad hands caressing your skin. "I'm going to untie your dress." Javi hums, his hand sliding over your shoulder and across your chest to where the tie is fastened. "Look across the room." He whispers in your ear. "The mirror."

"Shit Javi..." You would tell him that there is no need to seduce you. That you already want him enough to have no reservations about this. But the second you look up and find his eyes watching you in the mirror, you're mesmerized. Suddenly there are no protests, only a thick swallow of air and a soft nod of your head that tells him you will follow his instructions to the letter tonight.

"My beautiful Princess." He murmurs in your ear, smiling at the fascinated look in your eyes, the darkness in them. "I want you to see how I see you. See how wonderful you are."

"The only thing I see is you." And maybe it's cheesy, but it's true. Despite most of his body being behind you in the mirror, all you care about is watching him. His smile is shy, almost bashful as he starts to pull your dress loose. Untying it and sliding his hand underneath the material to push it off one shoulder.

Even though you went through quite a bit of gleeful planning to make sure he would have something beautiful to see under your dress, you're still nervous. Alright, you're borderline terrified. But despite that, you help his hand slide the dress away from your shoulders and force yourself to watch his reaction in the mirror – hoping that he at least likes what he sees.

“Margarita.” He breathes out your nickname in awe when the delicate, see through, pale pink lace of your lingerie is revealed. “You– you wrapped yourself up for me like a treasured gift.”

“Surprise,” you huff softly, feeling your cheeks burn at the wonder in his expression. The awe in his eyes is impossibly endearing.

“I am constantly surprised by how wonderful you are.” Now he lets the dress fall to the floor, groaning when he sees your full body in the mirror. “Te amo.”

“Te amo.” If he didn’t have you in precisely the position that he wanted in this moment, you would have whirred you around to kiss him instantly. As it is, his hands start to roam, making you gasp when he touches the most sensitive places on your skin and swallow the sighs of longing while you wait for him to touch more. “I’ve thought about this more than you might think.” He groans in your ear. “Since that first night. I had hoped this is where we would end up. Naturally.”

“And here we are.” His fingers glide down your arms to let his hands rest on your hips for a moment. “Just where we were meant to be.”

“Just where we were meant to be.” He drinks in the sight of the lingerie and he twitches in his pants. “Did you wear this on purpose or do you normally wear things like this?” He asks softly. He had always given you time to change before coming over to your room to sleep so he wasn’t aware.

“I’ve never worn anything like this before in my life,” you admit softly, feeling a little embarrassed about it but that’s overridden by how much he seems to like it. “This is just for you, amor.”

“You look beautiful.” He promises breathlessly. “But you look beautiful all the time.” His hands slowly slide over your skin, worshiping you with a gentle touch.

“You’re always so handsome…” Little touches leave you breathless tonight, the anticipation building right down to your bones. “I’ve always thought so. Since…since the first time I saw your photo.”

Javi is proud that you find him appealing. His hands continuously moving as he maps your body. Despite holding you every night, he had kept his hands in respectable places. Now, he can indulge. “You are like a goddess, an angel that tempts me and soothes me.”

Gently, almost afraid to spoil the moment, you turn carefully around in his arms and reach first for his tie. Slow, seductive, and incredibly romantic is a wonderful tempo for this night, but you want to have him on the same page as you.

Javi watches you as you start to pull his tie free. Giving you leave to do whatever you want with him. He’s yours and you are his. That is what the two of you have promised each other. “What do you want tonight, amor?”

"Just you." It's the truest answer to the easiest question he could possibly ask, and when you pull the silk tie from the collar of his shirt, you drape it carefully over your nightstand and turn back to him to take the cufflinks from his shirt before you unbutton it.

There is something poignantly intimate about being undressed. Certainly it has happened before, but this time strikes a chord inside him. The desire and love are equal in the depths of your eyes, and it makes him shudder in pleasure as your fingers graze his body had the buttons slip from their slot.

It is certainly more careful work to undress Javi, his suits always being carefully styled and meticulously tailored, but you don’t mind. It’s almost the opposite, actually. The privilege of being the one to be allowed to undress him practically makes you shiver with anticipation.

He can’t be passive. Now when you are looking like that and gazing at him like he’s Adonis. Reaching up, his hands slowly slide up your stomach, hovering just below your breasts, looking so mouthwatering in their lacy cups.

“You’re allowed to touch,” you remind him with a small laugh, wondering if he is as nervous as you are from the way he’s hovering but not quite crossing the line yet.

“That’s good, Margarita.” He hums softly. “I want to touch you, want to make you feel good.” His hands move up and cup you, groaning slightly.

As gentle as he is, that first little bit of truly intimate contact is divine as you peel his shirt away from his shoulders. He’ll have to take his hands off you to fully take it off, but you don’t want that yet. You want him to explore any way he wants…so you reach for his belt buckle with shaky hands instead.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He rasps out. “I feel lucky, undeserving of your love. Your touch.” He wants to make sure you know how much he is in awe of this moment.

“Undeserving?” No, you can’t agree with that. Instead you lean forward and press your lips to his as you slide his belt open. “Mi amor, you deserve the entire world.”

“I don’t know if that is true.” He huffs, cock hard and aching as your fingers move to the clasp of his suit pants. “You deserve a night you will never forget.”

“Then I already have everything I deserve.” Before you touch his zipper, though, you look up for one last moment of confirmation before completely undressing him. If he changes his mind at any point you will respect it, and that includes right now.

He nods quickly, knowing that he needs you to set the pace. This is your first time and he will let you have anything, do anything you want with him. “Go on, amor.”

It’s not as though you’ve never seen a man naked. And not as though you’ve never done things before. But Javi is different. He is important. He is the rest of your life. And you love him so much more than you thought would ever be possible. When you strip his pants away the pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs underneath leaves very little to the imagination, and your pussy clenches at the first glance of your hand over the front of his briefs when you pull his pants down.

“It helps.” He tells you with a small smirk. “The crown did not wish to have a camera on my pants when I was attending events.” He explains.

“So they have your pants taken out?” The realization that he has to be dressed specifically to hide how big his dick is, is a very interesting one indeed. One that has you sputtering slightly and makes your cheeks even hotter.

“Along with making sure that my penchant for not wearing underwear is kept to the family wing of the palace.” He isn’t joking, but it is amusing, remembering that conversation with his father.

“Javi.” You can’t help but laugh at that, the giggle built out of you with absolute disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, mi amor.”

“As long as you don’t believe I’m boring.” He hums, smirking at you and biting his lip when your fingers slip under the band of his boxers.

“Never.” The deep breath you take before peeling away his boxer briefs is really just for your own fortitude. Apparently, up to this point, you had only been with boys. Javi is…mouthwatering. And all over again you have no trouble believing anything you ever read about him as the playboy prince.

For his own part, Javi is nervous. Wondering what you might think of him. Hoping that he measures up to whatever expectations you have about him. He twitches slightly in the cooler air of the room, released from the confines of his briefs.

“You’re an absolute dream, mi amor,” you assure him, seeing the nerves written all over his face. Instead of going down to your knees, which is the first instinct you have, you stand up straight again and put both your arms around him, drawing him in close to be able to just hold each other for a moment and share a kiss. It’s clear you’re both anxious but eager and you let your hands map his torso and hips for a moment while you pour your reassurances into an increasingly deep kiss.

He had never known he would be so nervous when being with the woman he would marry. It’s almost as if he were a virgin himself, but the nerves melt away into the kiss and he starts slowly becoming bolder in his touch.

While the moans that he drags from your throat may have started out polite, they are definitely not anymore. They’re hungry and needy, coming from deep in your chest or even down around your belly where his cock is currently trapped between your bodies. No matter where the sound originates — it might be your toes for all you know — it shifts slightly when you start to step backward, knowing the side edge of your bed is only a few feet away.

“You wish to lay down?” He is more assertive right now, but he still checks in. Wanting to make sure you are ready to lay down.

“I think we’ll be less nervous,” you admit, even though the thought feels silly out loud. “We’re used to being in bed together.” That’s a good point. Javi guides you back to the bed and follow you as you lay down, kissing you as he kneels and crawls with you, his cock bobbing heavily between you.

Every piece of Javi’s clothing is discarded now, and you feel acutely aware of the lingerie that still hugs your finger. It’s far more than just the pinky ring left touching Javi’s finger, but it seems to be something he likes a whole lot so you’ll let him decide when it comes off.

“If I could paint, I would paint this moment.” Javi wonders, his lips against your throat and up your jaw. “Capturing it forever, mi amor.”

“This is only for you, mi amor.” One of his hands cradles your cheek and the other is slowly tracing your side, and you shift to urge it downward without rushing him. “There should be something that is just for us.”

“Oh, I did not mean that anyone would see it.” He huffs, smirking down at you in almost gentle lust. “It would be locked away where only I could view your beauty. Remember that I have a literal angel as a princess.”

“It wouldn’t be very angelic…” you hum, laying kisses along the hollow of his throat. “To let you paint me naked, mi amor.”

“I should take you to our museums.” He chuckles. “Plenty of nude angels frolicking.”

“Maybe we’ll find it inspiring?” You tease, sighing softly when his hand finds your thigh and his thumb grazes the soft skin so close to the silk and lace covering your core.

“I’m going to taste you, mi amor.” He hums as he rubs soft, enticing circles over your thigh before moving his thumb over a fraction of an inch to press against you through the lace. “I’ve imagined tasting you at least a thousand times since meeting you.”

“Javi.” His name is a bare, plaintive whisper, but that’s mostly because he’s taken your breath away about a dozen times already tonight. His sweet touches are growing bolder every moment and if you melt into the bed never to be heard from again, it will be worth every second. “Whatever you want, mi amor. I’m yours.”

“You are mine.” He groans. “Just like I am yours. And I take care of what is mine.” The little clasps of the lingerie make getting to your covered cunt easy, unhooking them to expose your folds to his hungry gaze. “Beautiful.”

It might have been fussy to get into, but Javi clearly has no problem peeling away the fabric covering those few last places on your body, and you swear that you might spontaneously combust just from the wash of hot breath over your sensitive skin. "Yours," you breathe out, watching every tiny movement. "Te amo."

“Te amo.” The sentiment, the promise, is whispered out right before his mouth descends on your most intimate places. The king gorging on his queen to be.

Instead of a shock or a jolt, you melt even further into the bed, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed for one long moment before you pry them open again to watch everything. Javi’s mouth is bliss. Quick flicks where they feel best and long laps when that is exactly what you need. It has you twisting underneath him in no time, fingers tangling in the sheets and breath coming in needy pants.

You are so soft, so responsive to him. Giving him wordless praise as you move under his touch. Javi's touch stays soft, grip light as he lets you move your hips as you feel like you need to. Not anchoring you down, but allowing you both to drift along the bed.

Your fingers comb through his curls, not pulling or scratching but anchoring you to him in one more place. Since you’re always feeling like you could float away, an anchor seems like a good idea.

Javi has always been a giver, the love 'em and leave 'em playboy image had been crafted by the press, in their attempt to scrounge for whatever tidbits of information they could. All of his previous lovers had been bound by non-disclosure agreements, a necessity so there weren't interviews talking about the future king's prowess as a lover. If interviews had happened, they would have said that Javier was generous, slightly submissive and intimate every time he had touch one of them. Now, with you, he's even more so. Wanting his future queen to luxuriate in his arms, in his bed, to be pleased enough that you would never seek solace somewhere else.

Having had every intention of watching him as he indulges in you, his attention is too sweet. It comes in waves too strong to deny. The overwhelming pleasure has you closing your eyes and moaning softly so that it's just for his ears. It's extraordinarily indulgent and so intensely romantic that if your whole body wasn't on fire from pleasure you might be tearing up over how loving he is.

Javi hums into you, taking your sounds greedily and keeping them for himself. Memorizing how you sound, how you look this first time together.

The vibrations roll through you, every sound from his lips increasing the pleasure and caring you off on an absolute cloud. The coil in your core is starting to tighten too quickly and you know that as much as you want this to last forever, there will be so many more nights like it to come. And for that matter? This night has only begun.

Javi's fingers caress your skin, sliding over the slopes and planes, reveling in the divots and creases. Coming underneath his tongue and circling your entrance lightly.

Pants and whines come with your twisting body, back arching and eyes popping open to not only be as close to him as possible but to watch the exact moment that your body gives in to pleasure. The way his eyes have darkened with desire but never leave you gives you an extra shiver of arousal that rolls all the way through your body even as you cum.

This is moment where you are completely his. This moment. When your eyes burst open even wider than before and your entire body lurches up in pleasure as you start to come apart for him.

“Fuck, Javi!” When you can finally take a deep breath again, you comb your fingers through his hair and whimper into the candlelit night. “You’re incredible.”

He hums, deflecting the praise even as he preens. “You are incredible.” He insists. “So responsive.”

"And you're the one who gave me something to respond to." You won't let him wiggle out of accepting your praise, even if you're feeling too limp at the moment to wag a playful finger at him.

"Do you want more, my love?" He asks, softly, stroking your hip and hoping that the night will continue.

The fingers that were buried in his curls caress his cheek, and you nod eagerly. “I never want to stop,” you confess, already addicted to the way he touches you.

“Then we will never stop.” He promises, smiling indulgently. “All of our state affairs will be conducted right here in this bed.”

“That might be awkward for some of your advisors,” you laugh, loving the way he completely and totally indulges in both you and in this moment.

“Perhaps a screen between us and our visitors.” He teases, kissing up your body and smiling at the way you laugh. It’s gorgeous and completely encompassing him.

“That will solve everything.” A sage nod is bowled over by a moan as he kisses between your breasts and your head falls back on the pillows again.

“Beautiful, my beautiful queen.” He praises, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.

A part of you wonders if this is how he always is with new lovers, or if he is being especially attentive and romantic because he knows what tonight is for you. The fact that he is the first and only man you'll ever be with in this way seems to make every feeling that much more heightened.

He works your tits until they are sore, aching with the attention he is lavishing on you. The small cry of pleasure you give is almost pained and it's beautiful in its pitch to his ears. Your thighs squeeze his torso and he chuckles as he kisses back up your body to your lips. "Are you ready, my love?" He asks softly, wanting to make sure you are wanting to take the next step now.

"Sí." You've been all but begging for him the entire time he's been between your legs, but at this point your mind is blank to absolutely anything else. "Please, amor. More. Por favor."

“I cannot deny you.” He promises, thankful that you do not want to stop. “Wish to give you the world, amor.” Reaching between you, his fingers wrap around his length and guide him to the position. “Now, I give you myself.”

It is a fitting tribute, considering how your world has narrowed down to only him, but the words to point it out are lost. With the slow, steady push forward, your mind fades to fuzz and your voice sticks in your throat for a moment before a deep moan cuts through the night air. Every small roll of his hips is ecstasy, filling you little by little, and you swear you’ve never felt anything as divine before in your entire life.

Javi takes his time, bracing himself over you. There's no fear of pain, no issue with the archaic bedding and taking of your virginity, but he still slowly rolls his hips forward. Wanting the feeling of taking him for the first time to be nothing but bliss for you as he kisses along your jaw.

You pant his name as he fills you, grateful not to feel any of the pinching or pain that you had heard warnings of from other girls as you grew up. The concept of virginity might be made up but there is still a very real physicality associated with it, and having an experienced partner makes all the difference. For you there is nothing but pleasure and the all-encompassing feeling of being surrounded by the man you want to give everything to.

“Beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin. Finding the strength to hold back. With you, everything seems so smooth, organic. As if this was always meant to be, and in a way, it has. His hand slides behind your head and cradles it gently as he groans, buried completely in the warmth of your body and hopefully your heart.

"So good." With your face buried in his shoulder, you press kisses to his skin and roll your hips to adjust to the feeling of being so full.

“You are so perfect.” His tone is strained, holding back as he waits for you to be ready for more than just him inside you.

"You can move, mi amor." One more shift of your hips makes both of you moan, and you let your legs hitch up higher on his hips so he can sink that much deeper inside you. "Please move. God you feel amazing."

The kiss he gives you is tender, meant to soothe your restlessness as he draws his hips back. Groaning against your lips at how tight you feel, how right you feel. Javi isn't inexperienced, but he feels like he's never had sex before. At least not had an emotional or physical connection like this before.

There is nothing hurried tonight. No rushing. Nothing but bliss as the two of you start to move together. His hands wrap under you to hold you close, encourage your back to bend and arch into his body. Your arms come around him just as tight. Your breath comes in shallow pants. And it's perfect.

Every moan you give him is music, a note in his ear that makes him move. Worshiping you with his own body, giving you everything he has and it still isn't enough.

If there was a word more than perfect, you wish you knew what it was. You wish you could express just how extraordinary this moment feels. How right it all is. And how grateful you are that this is where life has brought the two of you. Instead, all you can see to conjure for words are gasps of his name and moaned praise with every drive of his hips.

Javi takes his time. There's no pace that he sets other than one to make sure that both of you feel everything. Languidly rocking his hips with murmured praises, and hushed gasps shared between you. Tears building up behind his eyes as he stares down at you in wonder.

“Want to— fuck, so good—try everything with you,” you manage to gasp out between moans, adoring the loving pace but wanting to experience as much as possible. Even during the first time.

"We will, amor." He promises, holding you close and giving a sharp thrust to change the tempo.

The way that has stars bursting behind your eyes is immediate and you cling to his shoulders that much more tightly with your fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his back as you moan.

You like that. Javi twitches inside you and gives you another thrust, hoping for the same reaction. Wanting you to enjoy every second you are in bed with him.

The different angle and sharper thrusts hits something different inside you. Like breath being pushed into you and out all at once. It makes your eyes burst open again before you squeeze them shut tight, trying to hold on to that sharp shot of pure pleasure.

"Is that what you like?" He murmurs in wonder. "You like it a bit faster? Harder?" He loves the way your entire body tightens under him and it's squeezing him tight. "Tell me what you need, amor."

You want to try everything, and you've told him that, but whatever he's doing now feels like a revelation. "How deep can you–" The thought is cut off with a moan. "If I – oh god – hold my legs?"

Javi leans back, pushing your leg up onto his shoulder and leans forward again. Pushing deep.

"Oh, fuck!" All at once your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open. "Oh my god–so fucking good, baby."

He groans, eyes darkening with desire and love. "Want you to feel good. Want you to cum for me, amor."

Under normal circumstances you really would pride yourself on being more articulate, but every time Javi pushes his hips forward you temporarily forget how to even think, let alone speak. All you know for sure is that if he keeps doing what he's doing now, it will not take you long at all to fall apart for him again. "More," you moan out, fingernails biting half-moons in his shoulders. "You feel so good, amor."

“Give you ev-everything.” He moans, nodding as he rocks his hips and dips his head down to kiss you again. Needing the extra contact and it presses him deeper.

You gasp into his kiss, the change of angle and how deep he feels inside you making you feel like a firework about to explode. A shiver runs down your entire body that seems never to end and your core tightens with determination. When you cum for him this time it will hit you like a freight train and leave you wrecked.

His hips knock against the back of your thigh, pulling grunts out of him that he pours into you. Still holding you as tenderly as he can while he thrusts harshly.

“Javi—” The sound of his name is always sweet to your ears but right now it feels like it’s an absolute prayer. “I’m—I’m going to—oh god!”

Javi groans your name, loving that you are coming apart for him. Watching as your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide before they flutter closed.

This is your new definition of bliss. Head tossed back with Javi buried deep inside you while you fall apart at the seams, pussy clenching his cock so tightly that he loses his rhythm right along with you. Existing only with him in such a deeply intimate and personal moment is breathtaking.

His breath stutters, caught in his lung and he’s unable to think of anything but you. The grip you have on him and the way your body begs him to follow you into bliss has him giving in.

Truly you thought the feeling of fullness couldn’t be any more complete, and then he starts to cum. Painting the walls of your throbbing pussy with his seed and making you groan all over again while the two of you pant for breath and cling to each other in the collapsed heap of your bodies tangled in bedclothes. It’s the closest to whatever heaven is that you’ve ever felt in your life and you swear that if there really is such a thing as soulmates, this is what it feels like to be with yours.

Your skin is sweat slick and his own is equally damp. Making it warm and wet when he collapses against you and tucks his face into your neck. Kissing your pulse gently. "I love you." He whispers softly.

"Te amo." You turn your head to kiss him, basking in the glow of his affection and the adrenaline high that comes from sex in general. Sex with Javi is a whole other level.

"Te amo, my queen." He whispers, smiling against your lips and feeling like he is finally whole. This is what it's like. He hums in delight, hoping that this feeling never fades.

“My king.” It’s almost odd to acknowledge, having grown up your whole life in a country without a monarchy, but here he is. He is deeply loving, devoted, king, and he is your king. Loving him is as natural as breathing, especially in this moment of quiet between you.

Javi reluctantly moves, aware that you should not be pressed down by his weight for too long and he groans quietly as he pulls out of you. "Wait here, I will get something to clean you up."

“Don’t be gone long.” There’s nothing you want less than for him to leave you, but clean up is…rather important.

He smiles at you and nods before he hurries into the bathroom so he can get the cloth and slide back into your arms.

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Y/n L/n | In The Bag

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: dive in on what you have in your bag, some might be yours and some might be not.

Date: August 2018

A/N: wanted to try the Vogue stuff (1 of ~) so here's a tryout, also a little tbt cause I lost the fic I was supposed to post today😵‍💫. basically, this is some sort of filler atm so without further ado enjoy reading and stay tuned for more!!!

You were sitting on the couch wearing a white silk dress that your stylist had prepared for you to wear. The video featured you showing off your prized headphones before cutting back to you sitting down.

“Hola Vogue, soy Y/n L/n, y esto es “¿Qué hay en mi bolso?" But since they told me to speak in English then I’ll have to speak in English…” looking directly at a camera smiling while placing the bag in front of you.

“This bag is very old, by old like really old. It was given to me by my mama when I got my role in Pirates of the Caribbean. It’s from a small shop, near our place in Madrid and it’s been with me ever since.” You explained the history of your bag of choice when asked off-screen.

“And as you can see it is a very big bag so I have most of my personal stuff here. It’s not the cleanest but it’s organized, just the way I like it,” beckoning the camera to come to take a look at the inside, which was in fact organized.

Setting the bag down on the table, you stretch your arms in exaggeration, “Ok!! Let’s dig in…my bag.” Reaching in you take out a small green purse, “Ah so this is my “legal things” purse, like all my IDs and cards are here- you’ll be seeing a lot of purses by the way. It’s how I separate things for easy access.” Opening up the purse, you pull out a card given to you by a brand and your license.

Showing your license to the camera, “Look this was taken, let’s say about 7 to 8 years ago, and you can still see the cheeks that I’ve tried the hardest to lose, but well it’s still here,” you said shrugging placing it back in the purse. “But hey, I’m actually happy it stayed it gives me the youthful look, most lose when they....age,” you said whipping your head to the camera.

“Next are these glasses most of you see me wearing if I’m out and about. These rectangle sunglasses actually come in a.. pouch I think? And these reading glasses in a hard case that I totally lost so they’re just sitting on top of my bag so they don’t get squished.”

You tried the sunglasses on and posed for the camera silly, before shaking your head and laughing. “Oh I actually- the sunglasses come in a pair, so the other one is with my partner, obviously. But he doesn’t really wear it since he prefers those big ones,” crossing your arms and looking at the camera straight-faced.

The video cut to you pulling out a wristlet, “ok, so here we have the wallet that I just bought, 'cause I really didn’t lose my old one, it just disappeared.” Opening up the wallet, you showed the insides towards the camera, it shows cards, receipts and a very well hid picture behind one of the cards that the camera was able to detect. “So, I don’t really keep any cash on me, just these cards cause bills are too bulky, I do keep my coins though.”

“Do I prefer coin purses or wristlets?” You said, repeating their question. “Uhmmm I love a good coin purse, but wristlets do come in handy and I can like slip it in somewhere easily.”

“Makeup and lady essentials that I won’t be showing you, sorry,” you bring out a see-through pouch with your balm, sunscreen, and powder inside. “I don’t really wear make-up if I’m not working so I have this…” you paused thinking what it was called, “.. tinted lip balm- I have two actually I just left the other one at home. I also got this sunscreen to keep the skin safe from the sun and of course, wrinkles, 'cause we don’t want that.” You said, squeezing some of it in your hand. 

“Lastly, we have this powder that was given to me a few months back. And it’s useful when you want to look put together in a rush or like look fresh, so thank you to whoever gave this to me,” cheekily as you waved the powder around.

“Okk, what else do we have here- oh!” You exclaimed looking around, wondering if you can show it. Deciding to, you brought out a cap that clearly did not belong to you and fans would know whose it was. “Ok, so we have this cap that I didn’t know was in my bag, until now. I don’t really wear any head accessories but he does so, let’s just say it’s their essential, not mine,” you said placing the cap that was noticeably big on you, on your head bopping around.

“Next is, MY must bring. Drumroll please,” joking, before pulling out a camera. “My camera, I am the sort of person that wants to look back on moments I love so this camera is really the best. Usually, I would use my phone but I got this as a present. At that time since I was debating whether to buy one, so they just said here you go, your very own camera. And yeah, I’ve had this for about a year now” Looking through the viewfinder you took a picture of the crew showing it to them afterwards.

“Photos? You’re asking me if you can see some?” Shyly you nodded, and moved to show the small screen, you’re back facing them. “This was the latest one, like a few days ago in a party, then us having a drink at home, and-“laughing to yourself as you saw the picture,”-and this picture that I really can’t explain what was going on.” It was basically a picture of you laid up on the floor wearing clothes that were significantly bigger and longer on you, a fake moustache drawn on your face and your hair stuck in all different places.

“Brief explanation Ummm, let’s just say it was a fun night that led us to do weird things, one being this photo,” you giggled to them, which you nodded before placing it down on the table.

“Now, these are my headphones, I got them last June and they’re really helpful when you like some quiet time or you just really have to focus on work. I don’t really like those wired ones, different to what someone prefers, since I wreck and lose them easily so these headphones are my best and safest options.”

Snickering, you brought out a half-eaten bag of chips, “here, my friends are the chips I’ve had in my bag since last week. Why I haven’t finished it is because it’s too hot for me to handle. My friends laugh at me for they claim it isn’t spicy at all- it is.” You pop one in your mouth before offering it to the people you’re with.

“I mean, I’m not a big fan of chips and spicy food, but I’d enjoy it from time to time.” You said popping a final Cheeto in your mouth.

The video cuts to you bringing out something big from your bag. “And this pouch, this pouch actually takes up almost half the space in my bag, so let’s see what’s in it,” you pulled out a big cream pouch, which looked heavy to say even on camera.

“I have all sorts of chargers here my phone charger, headphones, iPad charger surprisingly,” you mumbled, knowing all too well you don’t own one, “and some cord I don’t know its use.” Placing it on the table you pull back your hand before sticking it in the pouch once again, “this is a small hair brush I keep in my bag, it’s supposed to be in the makeup bag, not sure how it got here so-yeah this brush cause we don’t want our hair to be tangled.”

“I also have these perfumes in my bag don’t ask who owns who, they both have this vanilla scent on them which we love to use when we go out on a walk and that’s actually the reason I have it in here.” You said, reading the labels on the bottles you have on each hand. One that was really used and the other barely.

“Lastly I have this hair clamp and silly socks. When it gets too hot I put my hair up and when it’s cold I got some warmers on my feet. The funny thing is that this hair clamp has been missing for a couple days now, and finding it here in my bag just makes me laugh at myself for not checking it properly.”

Leaning back on the chair, legs cross you beam up at them, “Well vogue, that’s what I have in my bag. I’m sorry that took me too long but thank you for spending time with me it’s a pleasure. Bye Bye!!” Waving to the camera, you blow a final kiss before the video ends.

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[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: Adélie penguin

I previously covered the world's most famous penguin, the emperor. Today I'll be covering its less famous neighbor, the Adélie penguin. While being much smaller than the emperors, Adélie penguins are just as charismatic and highly ecologically important. They were named after the wife of the explorer who first described the species. Let's see if that was romantic or a mistake.

(Image: an Adélie penguin standing on a rock and facing the camera. It is a bird standing upright with flipper-like wings and webbed feet. The belly is white while the head and back are black. There are white rings around the eyes. End ID)

The Adélie penguin (Pygoscelis adeliae) looks like a penguin. Like picture a generic penguin in your mind and it'll probably look like an Adélie. They are flightless birds that stand upright, a posture that seems to be unique to penguins. They have countershading, with a black back and white underbelly. The most distinctive feature of an Adélie penguin is the white ring around its eyes. As with other penguins, Adélie penguin wings have adapted into flippers that enable powerful and graceful swimming but renders them flightless. Adélies reach a height of 73 cm (29 in) and a weight between 3.8 and 8.2 kg (8.4 to 18.1 lbs). The primary difference between males and females is that males are significantly heavier than females of the same size. As with most penguin species, it can be difficult to tell males and females apart without examining them. Adélie penguin feces and nasal discharge has been noted to be high in salt, the result of living in a very saline environment. By ingesting salt and nitrogenous substances in the sea and excreting them on land, the penguins help hasten the movement of nutrients from sea to land. This makes the penguins highly important to the antarctic ecosystem.

(Image: an Adélie penguin seen from the side as it walks over snow in a very dapper pose. End ID)

Adélie penguins are are one of the two penguin species to inhabit Antarctica itself, the other being the emperor penguin. They also share the many antarctic islands with multiple other penguin species and are rarely found as far north and Australia, Aotearoa/New Zealand, and South America. The penguins spend most of their time out on the pack ice, hunting for food to build up the layer of protective subcutaneous fat that helps keep them warm. Adélie penguins can be found hundreds if not thousands of kilometers from shore as long as there is access to the sea and ice flows to rest on. As the ice extends hundreds to thousands of kilometers in winter and retracts during the summer, the penguins will be on the move to retain access to the water. A penguin can migrate up to 13,000 km (8,100 mi) every year to retain access to both ocean and sea ice. They hunt and forage underwater, with a diet consisting primarily of krill, fish, squid, and jellyfish. Chemical analysis of shell fossils has revealed a change in diet from primarily fish based to primarily krill based around 200 years ago. It is believed that this change in diet was due to whaling diminishing the local baleen whale population, which was the primary krill predator. This resulted in a population boom of krill that the penguins took advantage of. It is very cool to me that you can tell what diet animals from thousands of years ago analyzing ancient eggshell remnants. Adélie penguins swim at around 8 km/h (5 mph) and can leap 30 meters out of the water to reach ice flows.

(Image: a group of Adélie penguins leaping off of ice and into the water. End ID)

Adélie penguins are noted to be very curious and fearless on land. They have no land predators and therefore have no predation response on land. Antarctic explorers have recorded that Adélie penguins would walk right up to charging and barking dogs without fear and quickly get eaten. They have been called boisterous by explorers and have been seen challenging much larger creatures to fights over space. During the filming of the BBC Earth documentary Spy in the Snow, the filmmakers caught footage of an Adélie penguin deliberatly protecting a group of emperor penguin chicks from a southern giant petrel who was hunting them. Despite the petrel's threat and the chicks being of a different species, the Adélie put itself between the predator and prey and repeatedly charged the petrel (which occasionally hunt adult Adélies) until it gave up and left. Adélies are not always as nice to each other. They will fight each other, especially during breeding season. Adélies are known to be reluctant to enter the water if they can't see another penguin swimming safely. They will gather in groups on the edge of the ice until one penguin gets pushed in. If that penguin doesn't get attacked by a predator, the rest will join.

(Image: a group of Adélie penguins being examined by a scientists sitting on the ground in a red coat and black pants. The group includes adults and chicks. The penguins show no fear of the scientist and some appear to be examining them. End ID)

Mating season lasts between October and February. During mating season, the penguins gather in rocky areas with no ice covering. The males gather piles of pebbles which will become nests. Males will try to steal pebbles from each other, which can led to fights. Once his pile is complete, the male will stand on top of it and begin a display involving pointing his beak up, vibrating his chest, and flapping his wings. A female who is wooed by his display will approach and bow, which he will then reciprocate. The male then shapes the nest into a pit and lets the female lay down in it. The male stands on the female's back to mate and they will rub beaks together while doing so. Adélie penguins are serially monogamous. They will form mated pairs during mating season, but will usually not pair off with the same penguin next season. On the other hand, Adélie penguins have been suggested to engage in prostitution. Males have been known to mate with females they are not paired off with, after which the female will take some of the stones from his nest. The reasons for this behavior is not clear and calling it prostitution may be applying human ideas to non-analogous animal behavior. Females may be examining males as potential backup mates should hers die. The male allowing the female to take some stones may also be an advantageous trait as if she does lay his eggs, having better stones will give them a better chance of surviving with him not there. Adélie penguins are notorious for their aggressive sexual behavior. Males will attempt to forcibly mate with females (possibly as a result of mistaking her bending over as a mating bow) and males without partners will attempt to mate with such things as chicks, dead penguins, and the ground. During mating season, males accumulate the hormone corticosterone in their systems. This hormone increases aggressiveness and sexual activity in birds and is likely why males who can't attract a mate will attempt to mate with anything they can.

(Image: two Adélie penguins mating. The male is standing on top of the (presumably) female, who is lying stomach-down on the ground. The male's head is bend down and the female's head is bent up so their beaks touch. End ID)

After mating, the female will lay two eggs, the second a few days after the first. If one egg is lost soon after being laid, a third may me produced to replace it. The second egg is usually smaller then the first so they will still hatch around the same time. The father and mother share share incubation duties. One parent will sit on the eggs to warm them while the other parent returns to the sea to feed. The incubating parent will not leave the nest during this time. They do not eat while incubating and will projectile defecate to keep feces away from the nest. Shifts change every 7-10 days, allowing both parents to eat while keeping the eggs incubated. When both parents are at the nest, they will perform a mutual display involving waving their heads while calling out and bowing to each other. The eggs hatch after 32 to 34 days and the chicks will remain with their parents for another 22 or so days. During this time, the parents will take shifts guarding the chick and returning to the ocean to feed. The chicks are fed regurgitated, partially-digested food. Mothers who have lost their chicks have been known to try to steal chicks from other parents. After the 22 days, the parents abandon their chicks and return to sea. The chicks gather together in groups called crèches for mutual protection from predators. They must subsist on fat stores for another 30 to 40 days before developing their adult plumage and setting out to sea.

(Image: a group of Adélie penguins with a focus on a parent and a chick. The chicks are smaller than the parent and are covered in gray, fluffy down. End ID)

One of the earliest texts on Adélie penguin behavior came from the journal of the explorer George Murray Levick in 1911-12. He described the sexual behavior of the penguins but the result was considered too explicit and immoral to be publiched with the rest of the expedition's notes. As a result, Levick's noted were not discovered and published until 2012. One of the things in the notes that resulted in them being denied publication was the description of homosexual behavior. That's right, this is a surprise pride post. Despite what many conservatives would like you to believe, homosexual behavior is very common in the animal kingdom. Penguins are seemingly especially known for this behavior. While initial reports suggested that Adélies would accidentally mate with other males as a result of mistaken identity, this have been proven to not be the case every time. Male Adélies have been seen taking turns copulating with each other, which means they definitely realize the other is male. Similar behavior has been seen in other penguins. Famously, a male/male pair of chinstrap penguins (a close relative of the Adélies) named Roy and Silo in New York City's Central Park Zoo successfully fostered an egg and hatched a female chick named Tango, who also went on to bond with another female penguin. Multiple other species have also been know to form same-sex bonds in captivity (wild behavior being harder to study) with many even building nests and using round stones in place of eggs. Same-sex pairs have been known to bond with each other year after year when other penguins will chose different mates each year. Multiple zoos will let same-sex penguin pairs to foster eggs.

(Image: two penguins standing among a pile of pebbles. End ID)

Levick's notes on homosexual behavior in the Adélie penguins described them as deviant and disgusting. I bring this up because it leads me to a point I want to discuss. It is very important to not judge animals by human moral standards. Study of homosexual behavior in animals has been distorted and repressed by generations of scientists operating under an Abrahamic religious worldview where homosexuality is considered a crime against nature. In that worldview, it would not be possible for animals to be homosexual because now could nature commit a crime against nature? Thus, the use of rationalizations, deceptions, and cover-ups by scientists operating under that worldview. When the facts conflicted with their beliefs, they chose their beliefs. This is not the only time this has happened. Back in the early days of paleontology, famous paleontologists such as Sir Richard Owen discovered that theropod dinosaurs had similar traits to birds and that dinosaurs were not the slow, lumbering, lizard-like animals they were initially assumed to be, but highly developed, powerful animals. This conflicted with their pre-conceived religious beliefs in Biblical creationism where all species were created as they were and did not evolve and that modern species must be the better versions of past species as God wouldn't replace something powerful like a triceratops with something less powerful like a cow. These early paleontologists covered up and denied evidence that went against their beliefs and in doing so, set back the fields of paleontology and evolution in ways we are still trying to fully recover from. Failure to separate our moral standards from animal behavior is important to studying animals for the same reasons that those early paleontologists failing to separate the evidence from their religious beliefs was. I have heard popular animal Youtubers insult animals like Adélie penguins and dolphins in exactly the same way Levic did because of their behavior when mating. Those kinds of attitudes are thing we need to get over when studying nature. Nature is under no obligation to conform to the many and varied moral standards of humans and we need to recognize that. This doesn't just apply to people who disapprove of animal behavior. You will notice that I never called any of the penguins "gay" or anything similar in the above passage. That was deliberate and it's not because "I'm a homophobe trying to to deny that gayness exists in nature" or anything like that. That would be a pretty fucking hypocritical thing for me, a trans lesbian, to believe. I don't think it's fair or intellectually honest ascribe human descriptions of behavior and psychology to nonhuman animals. We have very different psychological makeups from penguins and the definitions we use simply may not apply to them. Similarly, penguin mental constructs or concepts wouldn't apply to us, at least not in the same way. Nobody can read a penguin's mind and nobody can Animorph into a penguin to experience its psychology first hand. If Roy and Silo were able to talk, would they identify themselves as gay? Would the modern, western idea of gay even make sense to a penguin? I have no idea and neither does anyone else. And I think applying labels for human concepts like being gay that may or may not apply to an animal risks introducing bias to our understanding that can produce mistakes and misunderstanding about that animal's behavior. This is true whether you think being gay is good (like me and hopefully everyone reading this) or bad (like Levick did).

Oops, what's this doing here? (Image: an old-fashioned soapbox. End ID)

Adélie penguins are classified as Least Concern by the IUCN. This does not mean they are not facing challenges. The loss of sea ice due to global warming has reduced the available habitat and has seen population drops. Chick survival rates have also been decreasing. In addition, as of 2024, a mass die-off of over 500 birds was discovered and is being attributed to H5N1 bird flue spread from South America. This strain has also been found in local skuas, which could act as vectors to spread to to other species and populations. This situation is currently under investigations and we currently can't predict where it will lead.

(Image: an Adélie chick nuzzling its parent's belly. End ID)

[donaruz]

13 LUGLIO 1954 moriva FRIDA KAHLO

Un corpo fragile e uno spirito indomito.

Una vita difficile, quella di Frida Kahlo, segnata dalla lunga malattia e da grandi passioni, vissute senza remore, incondizionatamente con tutta sé stessa, abbandonano al cuore la razionalità.

La passione per l’arte, quella per il suo Messico e l’amore tormentato per Diego Rivera, il compagno di una vita.

Quella di Frida è stata una vita breve ma ricchissima perché vivere col cuore non significa limitarsi a contare i giorni, i mesi o gli anni, ma significa contare le emozioni, perché la vita non è mera sopravvivenza. E non è vero che chi vive più a lungo vive di più.

Frida Kahlo è stata un’artista coraggiosa, capace di trasformare la sofferenza in ispirazione, le sconfitte in capolavori, plasmando opere che sono un urlo orgoglioso e potente alla sfida del vivere.

LA VITA E LE OPERE DI FRIDA KAHLO:

RIASSUNTO IN DUE MINUTI (DI ARTE)

1. Frida Kahlo (Coyoacán 1907 – 1954) è considerata una delle più importanti pittrici messicane. Molti la annoverano tra gli artisti legati al movimento surrealista, ma lei non confermerà mai l’adesione a tale corrente.

Fin da bambina dimostra di avere un carattere forte, passionale, unito ad un talento e a delle capacità fuori dalla norma. Purtroppo la sua forza di carattere compensa un fisico debole: è infatti affetta da spina bifida, che i genitori e le persone intorno a lei scambiano per poliomielite, non riuscendola così a curare nel modo adeguato.

2. La prova più dura per Frida arriva però nel 1925. Un giorno, mentre torna da scuola in autobus viene coinvolta in un terribile incidente che le causa la frattura multipla della spina dorsale, di parecchie vertebre e del bacino. Rischia di morire e si salva solo sottoponendosi a 32 interventi chirurgici che la costringono a letto per mesi.

Ha solo 18 anni e le ferite al fisico la faranno soffrire per tutta la vita, compromettendo irrimediabilmente la sua mobilità.

3. Durante i mesi a letto immobilizzata da busti di metallo e gessi, i genitori le regalano colori e pennelli per aiutarla a passare le lunghe giornate. Questo regalo darà avvio ad una sfolgorante carriera artistica.

La prima opera di Frida è un autoritratto (a cui ne seguiranno molti altri) che dona ad un ragazzo di cui è innamorata.

4. I genitori incoraggiano sin da subito questa passione per l’arte, tanto da istallare uno specchio sul soffitto della camera di Frida, così che possa ritrarsi nei lunghi pomeriggi solitari. È questo il motivo dei numerosi autoritratti dell’artista. Lei stessa dirà: “Dipingo autoritratti perché sono spesso sola, perché sono la persona che conosco meglio”.

5. Frida Kahlo nel 1928, a 21 anni, si iscrive al partito comunista messicano, diventando una convinta attivista. È in quell’anno che conosce Diego Rivera, il pittore più famoso del Messico rivoluzionario. Lo aveva incontrato per la prima volta quando aveva solo quindici anni (e lui trentasei), sotto i ponteggi della scuola nazionale preparatoria, mentre Diego stava dipingendo un murale per l’auditorium della scuola.

6. Nel 1929 sposa Diego, nonostante lui abbia 21 anni più di lei e sia già al terzo matrimonio. Inoltre Diego ha fama di “donnaiolo” e marito infedele. Il loro sarà un rapporto fatto di arte, tradimenti, passione e pistole. Lei stessa dirà: “Ho subito due gravi incidenti nella mia vita… il primo è stato quando un tram mi ha travolto e il secondo è stato Diego Rivera.”

7. Frida Kahlo ha avuto molti amanti (uomini e donne), tra cui il rivoluzionario russo Lev Trotsky e il poeta André Breton, ma non riuscì mai ad avere figli, a causa del suo fisico compromesso dall’incidente. Quando rimase incinta del primo figlio, Frida fece di tutto per portare avanti la gravidanza. Si dovette arrendere solo quando i medici la costrinsero ad abortire per evitare che perdessero la vita sia lei che il bambino.

8. Frida Kahlo e Diego potevano considerarsi una “coppia aperta”, più per le infedeltà di Diego che per scelta di Frida, che soffrì molto per i tradimenti del marito che ebbe persino una relazione con la sorella minore di Frida, Cristina.

Vista l’impossibilità di fare affidamento sulla fedeltà di Diego, i due decisero di vivere in case separate, unite tra loro da un piccolo ponte, in modo che ognuno di loro potesse avere il proprio spazio “artistico”.

9. Le opere di Frida kahlo sono spesso state accostate al movimento Surrealista, ma Frida ha sempre rifiutato tale vicinanza sostenendo: “Ho sempre dipinto la mia realtà, non i miei sogni”.

10. L’album dei Coldplay Viva la vida or Death and All His Friends (2008) si ispira ad una celebre frase che la Kahlo scrisse sul suo ultimo quadro, otto giorni prima della sua morte a soli 47 anni per cause ancora non del tutto certe.

[resi4skz]

Legend: [🔥= smut] [☁️= fluff] [🌹= neutral]

Oneshots/Drabbles:

My Nerdy Girl 🔥

A Promise ☁️

Breakfast and Pancakes🔥☁️

Lights, Camera, Action! ☁️

Be Mine🌹

Second Chances🌹

My Sugar Daddy☁️🌹

Code 0325☁️

Neverending Story ☁️

Miroh Club☁️

New Beginnings ft. Han☁️

Mi Amore 🔥

Stalker Chan 🌹

Series:

Starstruck🔥☁️(b.c) [completed]

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

The Runaway ☁️🔥(b.c.)

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

The Contest (b.c.)

pt 1

O8 Biker Gang O8 🔥☁️ (COMING SOON)

Intro/synopsis

Tangled Heart (b.c.) 🔥☁️ [COMING SOON]

Preview

Healing Hearts, Finding Love (in the works)

The Ocean's Whisper (in the works)

Wattpad series (ongoing)

From Brush to Heart (b.c.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Love in a syllabus (h.j.)

Intro

Chapter 1

Wattpad series (completed)

Suddenly Yours (b.c.)

intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Imagine series:

O8 Imagine (intro) 🔥

Hyunjin

Felix

Jeongin

[sugawhaaa]

BEOMGYU X READER

Behind closed doors

☆{{ cherished }}☆

Warnings:: none (?)

Pairing:: Beomgyu x fem!idol!reader

Genre:: Idol au, strangers to friends to lovers (eventually)

A/N:: it's been like...8 months since I wrote the first chapter so if some things are incorrect I'm sorry 🙏 just roll with it lol

Chapter 1:: here

Previous chapter

"Yeah, thank you," you grin as he takes off his jacket. The scent of him fills your lungs as he wraps it around you. It was such a complicated scent. It smelt like…comfort. Like a warm towel but how it smells. You zipped up the jacket and bowed to him in thanks. Then the air got painfully quiet as you walked.

“So…I hate to pry but why couldn't you get a ride home?” Beomgyu asks softly, walking a little closer to you. “I know our staff are usually really good to stay organized,” Beomgyu looked down at you with a sincere yet curious gaze.

“Well, it's a little complicated,” you chuckle with a light shrug, gazing back up at him. “The…the maknae of our group is a little…” you pause. “How should I put it…she's a little inconsiderate sometimes,” you say in a gentle voice trying to conceal your anger when it comes to the topic of Mi Cha. Beomgyu tilts his head as a way of saying “Go on,” you look down at your feet. “There was a van situated for me to drive back with the staff because I was late getting changed due to being a host. Mi cha then took that specially designated seat for me and told me that there was another one coming for me,” you explained before kicking a rock as you walked. Beomgyu nodded.

“And…there wasn't?” He looked at you with emphatic eyes. His look wasn't clearly displaying his sympathy, it was light, like his sympathy was peering through other emotions in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod awkwardly and Beomgyu's facial expression turns concerned.

“Why would she do that?” He asks out of genuine confusion and slight anger.

“I dunno, she does stuff like that all the time,” you shrug and play it off cool. Beomgyu shakes his head with a sigh of disapproval.

“Well…if she does something foolish like that again and you need some help or someone to talk to…” he smiles cheekily as you arrive at the front door of your dorms. “I'd be happy to listen and help out,” he shrugs with a gentle smile.

“I greatly appreciate your offer but I'm afraid we might start rumors if we were caught hanging out,” you wanted to talk to him more so bad. His voice was calm, smooth and reassuring. There was no hint of dishonesty in his voice. Beomgyu then pulled out his phone.

“That's what these little gadgets are for,” he chuckles as he pulls up his contact information. You take your phone out and enter his number. You send him a message to test it out.

“What should I make your profile picture?” You ask with a little smile. Beomgyu paused, thinking for a moment.

“Why don't we take photos right now?” He says as he pulls out his camera app. “Smile~” he grins as he abruptly takes your photo.

“W-Wait!” You panic as he snaps a photo. He pulls it up and laughs softly.

“You look like a deer in headlights,” he laughs as he shows it to you. As he laughs you look up at him. His smile was so wide, his expression full of pure happiness and joy. He was so comfortable around you even though you just met only moments ago. Was he always this sociable and friendly? He's making jokes and taking photos like you've known each other your whole lives. “Here take one of me,” he snaps you out of your trance.

“O-Oh yeah,” you stumble as you open up your camera. He poses strangely as you take the photo. You chuckle to yourself before adding it as his pfp in your contacts.

“Alright you're probably tired,” he smiles softly as he goes up to you again.

“Do you want your jacket back?” You ask as you unzip the jacket but he stops your hand.

“Nah, it looks better on you,” he shrugs. His words catch you off guard. Blush creeps up your neck. What was this feeling? He hardly complimented you yet you felt like giggling and kicking your feet. “Have a good night,” he puts his arm around you in a hug without making physical contact out of respect. You nod awkwardly before walking up the stairs.

“Goodnight,” you wave with a bow before going inside. Beomgyu waits outside for a minute making sure you got inside safely before walking off. He rubbed his bare arm and seethed through his teeth. In truth, he really wanted that jacket, but he loved seeing someone else cherish his belongings like you did.

You get inside your dormitory to find the place empty, except for Areum. She was sitting at the kitchen table with messy hair and her hand on her forehead as she leaned on the table. When she saw you she rushed over to you asking if you were safe and how you got home. You explained the situation to her and your experience with TXT, skipping all the moments where Beomgyu had you blushing.

“Wait, where did you get that jacket?” Areum asks curiously and you freeze up. Just as Areum begins to grow suspicious due to you not responding, Mi Cha comes out with her arms crossed and an unamused expression. She was in her pajamas with a sleep mask on her head.

“We're trying to sleep, do you mind not being so loud?” She pouts and you can see Areums blood boil at her words.

“We're talking about something important that is your fault,” Areum retorts and Mi cha rolls her eyes.

“Oh please, you know the scandals Y/N could start from that interaction alone? You all snap at me for hanging out with my girls but when Y/N hangs out with a boy everyone turns a blind eye?” Mi cha snaps back and you sigh. You were too tired to deal with this right now.

“I'm going to bed,” you sigh and turn, heading for your room.

“That's what I thought,” Mi cha scoffed before going to the washroom. You wanted to spin right around and choke her out but unfortunately, that's illegal.

You went into your room and took off your bra and socks before flopping onto your bed. You groan into your pillow and plug your phone in. You roll over and pull your blankets up and as you do so you get a whiff of Beomgyus scent. You pause as you remember the jacket you're wearing. You curl up into it, bringing it closer to your face, breathing in his cologne. You hum peacefully before drifting off.

The next few days went very similar. There were many music shows you went to perform at and many music shows you were a host for. Your schedule was packed and Mi cha's negative energy was only dragging you down further. You felt yourself scrambling every day to get to everything on time but thankfully, promotions for your comeback finally concluded and today was your last day hosting.

After the show you were heading back to your private room when you noticed your coworker, Yeonjun, with all of his members. They congratulated him for all of his good work and even gave him gifts to celebrate his success. You stood by your door, watching them in all the bundle of joy. You watch them take photos together and you sigh softly before looking down at the ground. You grab your door handle to grab your things before hearing your name being called.

“Y/N!” Beomgyu calls out as he jogs up to you. “Hey, how have you been?” He says excitedly as he abandons his members.

“I-Ive been good,” you fake a smile and Beomgyu is slightly taken aback. He knows your lying and he can read you like a book.

“Where are your members?” He asks softly as he looks around.

“They're at home,” you smile with a nod and he looks a little concerned.

“At home? Why?” He pouts as he slightly leans down to your level.

“What do you mean why?” You laugh and Beomgyu shakes his head, his brown bangs swaying.

“Today's a special day for you guys. I'm just surprised,” he shrugs and you shrug back.

“Nah, my members don't really show up for personal things. We just celebrate group events,” you explain with a gentle smile and Beomgyu cracks a nervous smile.

“Well, me and Yeonjun are gonna go out to the mall to celebrate if you wanna come?” Beomgyu smiles as he gestures back to his members who are still chatting. You think for a minute.

“What if people see us?” You tilt your head and beomgyu shakes his.

“Nah, it's really late for people to be at that mall and our staff will cover us,” he reassures you but you're still skeptical.

“Maybe next time,” you smile as you grab the handle to your private room. “Thanks for the offer though,” you bow before going into your room. Beomgyu bows back and when you are inside your room you see Beomgyu's feet lingering by the door. He taps the tip of his shoe on the floor before walking off. You sit on your bed and think for a moment longer. You then change your mind, opening the door and walking up to him again across the hall. “I changed my mind. When are you leaving?” You ask and Beomgyu's face lights up.

《At the mall》

“Let's go get some boba,” Yeonjun suggests as he walks up to the cozy Boba shop tucked to the side in the hallway of the mall. You and Beomgyu follow after him and look up at the drink lists on the board. The three of you decide what you want and go up to order. After you finish ordering Beomgyu orders his drink before tapping his card. You look up at him surprised.

“I was going to pay,” you chuckle and Beomgyu shakes his head while guiding you over to the waiting spot.

“I know, but I wanted to treat you,” he smiles before turning back to look at the counter where they'd place your drinks when they're ready. You hum softly.

“Thank you,” you look down at the crystal-clean floors as you sway slightly. Your drinks are set on the counter by a staff member and they call out your names. You take your drink and open the straw stabbing it into the top. You go to drink it and tip the cup lightly but the tea spills all over your white shirt. You hardly noticed until you felt cold traveling down your chest. You pull back the drink and look at your now-stained shirt. Yeonjun rushes to get you some napkins and takes your drink out of your hands for you. Beomgyu helps you wipe off your shirt.

“Squeeze out the stain like this, don't rub it,” Beomgyu says as he presses his hand against your chest. You blush softly and the feeling of his wide palms pressed between your breasts. Yeonjun smacks the back of Beomgyus's head and Beomgyu jumps. “What was that for?” He whines and Yeonjun shakes his head.

“I think she can do it herself,” Yeonjun says as he holds your drinks, giving Beomgyu a specific look. Beomgyu then looks back at his hand placement and blushes slightly.

“Sorry,” he bows as he hands you some new napkins to dry yourself off. You giggle softly and brush it off.

“No worries,” you shrug. “You were just trying to help,” you reassure him and Beomgyu nods. You dry yourself off but there is still a little stain on your shirt, due to it being white.

“Here why don't we buy you a new shirt,” Beomgyu proposes as you walk out of the boba shop.

The three of you go around a few clothing shops trying on clothing and buying a few things. Yeonjun had bought the most, of course. (Fashion icon) just as you walked out of your favorite store there was ding over the speakers.

“We ask all customers to make their way out of the building now. Thank you for shopping and enjoy the rest of your night,” a woman spoke over the PA system. You checked your watch and it was already 10 pm. The three of you gather up the staff and head out to the van. This van was basically a regular car, with two front seats, and three back seats. You sit next to Yeonjun and Beomgyu in the back, a little squished together. The three of you have a very calm and relaxing chat, occasionally watching the street lights.

“So you're part of a recent group right?” Yeonjun asks as he leans his elbow on the windowsill.

“Yeah we debuted just about a year ago so we're not fresh out of the oven but we're still new,” you explain with a smile and Yeonjun nods.

“Wow, you got into the MC deal really early,” Yeonjun raises his eyebrows in surprise and you blush softly.

“Haha thanks, it was really just luck,” you thank him for the compliment with a little neck bow.

“Do they have you on any strict diets?” Beomgyu asks randomly. You turn to look at him and think for a moment before shaking your head.

“Not really, just the usual,” you smile as Beomgyu looks you up and down, his tongue pressed against his bottom lip.

“That's surprising but good,” he smiles, going back to his innocent expression before yawning. “Man, today was an eventful day,” he says before stretching in his seat.

“Yeah,” you chuckle before looking out the front window. “Looks like we're almost back to the dorms,” you smile and Beomgyu hums, acknowledging your statement. You turn to look back at him, his head laid back on the seat, his eyes fluttered shut. You lean back with him before one of the staff speaks up.

“There's some traffic on the main road. Looks like there was an accident,” he speaks as he leans over a little. “We'll be waiting a little while,” he finishes off his statement and Yeonjun lets out a little “tsk” noise.

“It's alright, not like we're going much of anywhere,” Yeonjun shrugs before opening his phone and texting the other members. You sit idly as Yeonjun gets distracted by his phone. Beomgyu breathes softly next to you, seemingly asleep. His calm and relaxing state made you tired. You lean back against the seat and rest your eyes, your head soon dipping. You hold your head up and avoid resting it on Beomgyu's shoulder. After a few moments of repeatedly holding your head up you feel him bring his hand up to the opposite side of your head. He leans it down onto his shoulder.

“It's not good for your neck to fall like that,” he smirks softly. You look wide eyed at the mini AC on the car.

“R-Right,” you reply softly before shutting your eyes again. As you drive back to the dorms you hardly sleep. Beomgyus's presence was undoubtedly comforting but the close proximity made your heart race uncontrollably. Eventually, you pulled up the building and Yeonjun offered to get you dropped off by your dorm. “Nah, I think I need a little walk to stretch me out after that ride,” you smile softly. “Thank you though,” you reply as you pick your head up off of Beomgyu's shoulder. Yeonjun nods before the car comes to a halt.

The three of you climb out and once again, beomgyu offers to walk you up to your dorm. You happily agree and have a very deep conversation on your way back. One thing led to another and you two were talking about some emotional stuff.

“Lately I've just been sad all the time, for no reason,” you explain and Beomgyu nods. “I know we just met but ever since I started hanging out with you guys I feel so much more happy,” you chuckle and Beomgyu instantly reassures you.

“No, no I get you. As soon as we started chatting I felt comfortable with you. I feel like I've known you all my life,” he laughs as he puts his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “And I'm sorry again, for earlier,” he bows at the neck slightly.

“For what?” You look up at him confused.

“Well when you spilt Boba on your shirt I was trying to help you dry off your shirt and kinda…” he blushes softly as he brushes back his hair.

“Don't worry about that,” you shake your head and he forces a smile. “Things happen, you just trying to help? It's not like that kinda stuff never happens to me,” you shrug and he looks at you confused.

“What do you mean?” He asks and the air falls silent.

“You know…I'm a woman, and an idol,” you explain but he still doesn't quite follow. “Sexualizing?” You sum it up for him and he goes wide eyed for a minute before composing himself.

“Right…”

“Sorry if that was too personal, I didn't mean to,” you bite your lip, regretting your words.

“No, no, it's okay…if anything I want to hear about it,” he chuckles softly and you raise an eyebrow. “I know those kinds of things happen but…I'm never told in detail you know? Like what do men say, what do they do…I know it's not anything nice but I just want to know,” he shrugs as you arrive at the front door of your dorm. “I know it's a little weird and you can call me a creep but,” he shrugs. “It's just what I'm thinking.” He concludes and you smile.

“No, I think that's very mature of you,” you subconsciously put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it softly. He smiles and you realize that you were touching him. You pull your hand back and put it behind your back, interlocking it with the other. Beomgyu laughs.

“Well maybe someday we can chat a little more than just this five minute walk hm?” He grins and you blush softly.

“Yeah, I'll chat with you soon,” you smile and you can see him holding back his giddy grin.

“Sounds good,” he watches as you start to head for the stairs. “Have a good night Y/N~” he smiles with a little wave and you wave back.

“Goodnight!” You hop up the stairs and Beomgyu watches in admiration, adoring your innocence. He makes sure you get inside safely, just like last time, before walking off. He put his hand on the shoulder you touched, rubbing it softly with a cheeky grin.

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Man Suang timeline

May 4

We got four new updates during the Woody Talk Show

The video below is the first one:

mile said that the most recent time he teased Apo was some days before, during the filming of man suang. The scene was a very serious one because it was the climax of the movie but mile teased him anyway. Apo bursted out laughing after he finished his scene but didn’t want mile to be scolded by the director so he covered him up LOL

The video has real-time subs but it’s better to read the dialogue before watching the clip for a better comprehension:

Apo: i was standing right across him and i met his eyes then he turned his body and did the *😜👉🏻👉🏻* pose

Woody: okay let's pretend you're in the scene and you stand here. i'll be pond. ACTION!

Apo: *meets mile's eyes*

Mile: in my head i was thinking "nobody, nobody but you"🎶 and i did the 😜👉🏻👉🏻 pose

Apo: *laughs* woody, do you understand that i was in a serious mode & in character while the camera was filming me? then when i faced his face i saw this "dancing pose" and in my head i was like "i'm fucked up" and i tried to hold back the laugh while the camera was filming me. When the scene ended i was scolded by pond… he was like "hey you, come here" but mile was like this (*stepping away*) and ran somewhere. I said "okay okay" since i didn’t want him to get scolded.

Second update: There will be a mix of Thai, Chinese & other cultures... there are no good or evil characters, everyone will develop their own character.

Apo shared the photo he took on Valentine’s day aka the first day of shooting man suang

Woody asked for another spoiler so mile and apo reacted like this 😂:

Then they said:

ALRIGHT !!!

May 8

Tong posted his story but

then he deleted it (?)

May 10

Pond: Working with people who share the same vision and beliefs is powerful. We don't do anything because we get something. We do something because we want to give. And starting today the theme song of #ManSuang is in the hands of Ohm @ohmhar, who is very kind and very into it. He started working before the official agreement was really done. Thank you @sodapor for understanding. Let's go together. Ohm, who is a dancer (Mi, his wife, likes dancing a lot too), has become another important part of #ManSuang to be proud of. Please wait, everyone.

Khun Ohm is the lead singer of Cocktail band, a composer and a music producer. He's a co-founder of Gene Lab, a Thai record label and entertainment agency under GMM Grammy. He is also a judge on a famous thai survival show (x,x)

The comments of thai fans that i read are all very positive. They are excited it’s gonna be him to take care of the soundtrack because he always makes very deep and emotional song! They say he is perfect for the role!! 😍

Apo today with someone from Gene Lab team:

❤️

[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

"DEAD GIRL WALKING" THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

So hey, can't have the reprise out without the og out, right? Here you get the Dead Girl Walking song adapted in Italian! I regret my life choices sometimes!

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

[VERONICA] Il demonio della scuola l'ha decretato: Dice che lunedì, alle otto, il mio status sarà cambiato Mi chiuderanno in bidelleria Giustizieranno in caffetteria Trenta ore da vivere— Come le spendo?

Non devo stare e morire come bestiame Potrei andarmene e abbandonarle nel letame Ma non ho una motocicletta 'Spetta—c'è un'opzione che mi diletta: Passare queste ore facendomi lui! Sì!

Mi serve duro Son una morta vivente Son sotto al tuo muro Son una morta vivente Prima che suoni la campanella Entro dentro a questa finestrella Ho tempo per 'na bottarella *cade dalla finestra (dentro alla camera), che praticamente è una specie di bussare/botta* Son una morta vivente

[J.D., parlato] Veronica? Che ci fai nella mia camera?

[VERONICA] Shh...

Scusa, ma dovevo proprio svegliarti Vedi, ho deciso di farti fino a che non ti senti più le parti Perché Heather mi ha condannata Sei l'ultimo pasto d'una giustiziata Chiudi la bocca e togli la biancheria intimo!

Forza! Son tua stanotte Son la tua morta vivente Re delle botte Bacia 'sta morta vivente Forza, sai la routine Prendimi e facciam casin Inchinat'alla volontà d'una morta vivente!

E lo sai, lo sai, lo sai È perché tu sei fantastico Dici d'esser vuoto dentro Ma non son d'accordo Sì, è ingiusto il mondo Rendiamolo 'n sottofondo Qui dentro è fantastico Rendiamolo fantastico!

[J.D.] A me va bene! Oop-

[Instrumental/Guitar Lead]

[VERONICA] Sì! A tutto gas vai! Prendi 'sta morta vivente

[J.D.] Com'hai trovato casa mia?

[VERONICA, stringendo la spalla di J.D. (aggiunto io)] Stanchiamoci dai Scuoti 'sta morta vivente!

[J.D., poggiando la mano su quella di Veronica e tenendosi la spalla (aggiunto io)] Non rompiamola è mia!

[Veronica] Stanotte non dormi te Meglio berti tutto quel caffè

[J.D.] Okay, okay

[VERONICA] Mettiti a posto Fai sparire questo posto!

[J.D.] Okay, okay!

[VERONICA] Colpiscimi! Tiram'i capelli! Toccami

[VERONICA & J.D.] Di lì e di là e di qui!

[Veronica] Non un'altra parola promettente

[J.D.] No-oh-oh-oh!

[Veronica] Ama 'sta morta vivente

[J.D.] Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Sì, sì!

[VERONICA con J.D.] Ama/Amo 'sta morta vivente

[J.D.] Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! 'Spetta, 'spetta!

[VERONICA & J.D.] Ama/Amo 'sta morta Sì! Sì! Sì!

[J.D., Veronica gli morde la spalla (aggiunto io pensando al film)] Ow!

[VERONICA & J.D.] Sì! So, direct translation! (used in this to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

[VERONICA] The demon of the school has decreed it: She says that Monday, at 8 a.m., my status will be changed They'll close me in the janitor's closet Execute me in the cafeteria Thirty hours to live— How do I spend them?

I don't have to stay and die like cattle I could leave and abandon them in manure (thank you google translate) But I don't have a motorbike Wait—here's an option that delights me (I would've put entertains me but once again google translate knows what I want better than me): Spend these hours doing him! Yes!

I need it hard I'm a living dead (girl) I'm under your wall (but more of at the bottom) I'm a living dead (girl) Before that the bell rings I'm going inside this small window I have time for a knock/quick sexual intercourse ("bottarella" little hit [exists in Italian and I just found out in slang it means a quick sexual intercourse. That wasn't intentional in the beginning which is way it was "I don't have time" but because of that was changed to "I have time", I'm lucky it also means to hit something]) *falls from the window (inside the bedroom), which technically is some sort of knock* I'm a living dead (girl)

[J.D., spoken] Veronica? What are you doing in my room?

[VERONICA] Shh...

Sorry, but I really had to wake you See, I decided I'm gonna do you till you can't feel them (as in his private parts) anymore 'Cause Heather has condemned me You're the last meal of an executed Shut your mouth and remove your underwear

Come on(/let's go)! Tonight I'm yours I'm your living dead (girl) King of hits (LISTEN IT FIT THE RHYME AND ANYTHING ELSE WAS TOO LONG FORGIVE ME) Kiss this living dead (girl) Let's go(/come on), you know the routine Take me and let's make a mess Bow down to the will of a living dead (girl)!

And you know, you know, you know It's 'cause you're fantastic You say you're numb inside But I don't agree Yes, the world's unfair Let's make it a background In here it's fantastic Let's make this fantastic!

[J.D.] I'm on board with that(/I'm alright with that/I'm good with that/that's good for me/that works for me [but that's too different from a literal translation])! Oop-

[Instrumental/Guitar Lead]

[VERONICA] Yes! Let's go full speed ("A tutto gas" is like saying go at top speed)! Take this living dead (girl)

[J.D.] How'd you find my house?

[VERONICA, squeezing JD's shoulder (I added that)] Let's tire ourselves out come on Shake this living dead (girl)!

[J.D., putting his hand's on Veronica's and holding his own shoulder (I added that)] Let's not break it it's mine!

[Veronica] Tonight you won't (more literally don't) sleep Better drink all that coffee

[J.D.] Okay, okay

[VERONICA] (Get yourself together/)Get your ass in gear Make this place disappear!

[J.D.] Okay, okay!

[VERONICA] Hit me! Pull my hair! Touch me

[VERONICA & J.D.] There and there (but a different way to say it) and here!

[Veronica] Not another promising word

[J.D.] No-oh-oh-oh!

[Veronica] Love this living dead (girl)

[J.D.] Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Yes, yes!

[VERONICA with J.D.] Love this living dead (girl)

[J.D.] Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!

[VERONICA & J.D.] Love this living dead (girl) Yes! Yes! Yes!

[J.D., Veronica bites his shoulder (I added that thinking about the film)] Ow!

[VERONICA & J.D.] Yes! OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):

[VERONICA] The demon queen of high school has decreed it: She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted They'll hunt me down in study hall Stuff and mount me on the wall Thirty hours to live— How shall I spend them?

I don't have to stay and die like cattle I could change my name and ride up to Seattle But I don't own a motorbike Wait—here's an option that I like: Spend these thirty hours gettin' freakay! Yeah!

I need it hard I'm a dead girl walkin' I'm in your yard I'm a dead girl walkin' Before they punch my clock I'm snappin' off your window lock Got no time to knock I'm a dead girl walking

[J.D., spoken] Veronica? What are you doing in my room?

[VERONICA] Shh...

Sorry, but I really had to wake you See, I decided I must ride you till I break you 'Cause Heather says I gots to go You're my last meal on death row Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!

Come on! Tonight I'm yours I'm your dead girl walkin' Get on all fours Kiss this dead girl walkin' Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!

And you know, you know, you know It's 'cause you're beautiful You say you're numb inside But I can't agree So the world's unfair Keep it locked out there In here it's beautiful Let's make this beautiful!

[J.D.] That works for me! Whoop-

[Instrumental/Guitar Lead]

[VERONICA] Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walkin'

[J.D.] How'd you find my address?

[VERONICA] Let's break the bed Rock this dead girl walkin'!

[J.D.] I think you tore my mattress!

[Veronica] No sleep tonight for you Better chug that Mountain Dew

[J.D.] Okay, okay

[VERONICA] Get your ass in gear Make this whole town disappear!

[J.D.] Okay, okay!

[VERONICA] Slap me! Pull my hair! Touch me

[VERONICA & J.D.] There and there and there!

[Veronica] And no more talkin'

[J.D.] No-oh-oh-oh!

[Veronica] Love this dead girl walkin'

[J.D.] Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!

[VERONICA with J.D.] Love this dead girl walking

[J.D.] Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!

[VERONICA & J.D.] Love this dead girl Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[J.D.] Ow!

[VERONICA & J.D.] Yeah!

[tg-ace]

Finale thoughts about Dead Reckoning

Aight so pretty much finished only have 3 minutes left so I’m just going to go over anything I wanted to say to finish it.

So here are my thoughts (and prayers) about this movie. Idk why but I absolutely loved the sound design in this movie it was just top notch, as well as the crazy stunt in this one.

The main character I’m worried for in MI-8 (other than Ethan bc protagonist) is Benji. Mainly because of how dependent he is on his tech. Unlike Luther who’s older than him and who got disenvowed without any kind of connection to technology allowed, so he knows how to survive without it and do what he’s has to without it. Also Kittredge saying “The closer someone gets to you, the harder it is to keep them alive.” While the camera is on Benji scares the fuck out of me for the next movie. (Also his cute little “Thank god” when he see’s Ethan gliding down warms my heart). Furthermore, Kittredge says “-should any of your members be caught or killed,- their sacrifice will have been in vain.” While mostly the camera is on Benji for the beginning of that line.

Things I’m hoping for in MI-8 is to have some Ethan and Benji scenes like in Rogue Nation with Benji’s whole I’m your “friend” monologue but it’s longer and they discuss more things about like their relationship. I’ll even just take them interacting because we don’t have many long scene of it only bits and pieces scattered through out the movies.

ALSO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE US BENJI’S BACKSTORY MCQ! WE’RE BEGGING ON OUR KNEES!

So uh yeah that’s pretty much the main jist of what I wanted to say about Dead Reckoning and my thoughts about future things, so time to wait a year for MI-8!

(And yes it is 1 am 🥲).

[joaofelixsgf]

Rough Gavi smut? 🤍

QUE TE PEDI//

18+ smut, rough, blowjob, angst.

3:00 am, crying. Pouring rain and my eyes had been burning from the amount of tears. I hesitate but I grab my phone and go to Pablo’s contact before pressing the call button. My heart stops but it’s soothed by the sound of the call not picked up, the thumping stops but starts up again when I press voice mail.

“Yo sé que, con mucho esfuerzo voy a poder conseguir todo eso que te conté que quería para mí,Esos sueños tan lindos que tenìamos Espero, pues, que si escuchas esto, tengas presente que desde lo más profundo de mi corazón siempre vas a estar en mis oraciones”(I know that, with a lot of effort, I will be able to achieve all that I told you that I wanted for myself, those beautiful dreams that we had. I hope, then, that if you listen to this, keep in mind that from the depths of my heart you will always be In my prayers)”

I press send and put my hands into a fist, the thumping end and the rain calms down.

2 years, 5 days, and 8 months.

Not together, without each others touch and each other’s presence. Pedri was hosting a party and I was hesitant to go, a fear that Pablo would be there, I had no idea why I had been avoiding him, but I think it’s because of that voice mail I had sent him, he had definitely heard it.

We never dated, and that day that he found out I liked him, he completely ghosted me, I didn’t want to see Pablo because I felt embarrassed.

Those two years I had found my way into many footballers DMs. I was a famous model of course, I could bag any man at this point, but I wanted Pablo, did he want me though?.

“Your gonna be fine” Angie adjusts my makeup a little bit “go find another man!” We both laugh and go our separate ways, i try to act tough around her but she knows I’m just lying she can see it, like how her eyes soften when I smile, she feels bad for me, but todays the day I’ll proof her wrong, I’ll show her I’m over Pablo.

Since me and Pablo stopped being friends, well since he dropped me. I hadn’t been wearing such short skimpy dresses, but that day I felt changed. I hear some flashing cameras but I immediately hide in the crowd of people making sure I don’t get squished. A few minutes in I began feeling two arms on my body, sort of a loose grab, it felt uncomfortable, I didn’t push him off thinking I’d show my dominance by doing so.

Sensual music begins playing and he slowly makes his way up to my neck to press a kiss but I’m stunned and immediately push him to see hector with his stupid smirk my ex he snickers and I can somehow hear, he had cheated on me twice and left my heart broken “what’s goin on ma? Not gonna continue grinding on your ex?” He says pulling me in whispering in my ear with his annoying hot breath.

I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen. “Don’t touch her??” Pablo smacks hector. I had became unfrozen due to the act but soon frozen again when I saw the familiar face, my heart dropped and I was back to not over Pablo, my world stops and I can only hear a faded argument in the background.

“Are you okay?” Pablo asks. My face begins to tear up and i push him out of the way running outside, “fuck this can’t be happening” I knew he would be at the same party but not right infront of me!!!. I kneel down to open my bag to try and find my phone but soon realize I had left it in inside Pedri’s room, I groan a small fuck and bite my lip out of the old self harm instincts.

“Que haces aquí?(what are you doing here”), I feel my heart beating and my face becoming red “gavi” I whisper and i hear a small confused yes “why’d you ghost me?” I say biting my lip once again holding back tears not like there already wasn’t any streaming down my eyes at the moment.

He dosent answer he only walks up behind me to pick me up “Estas bien?(are you okay?”) “answer my question gavi” I say pulling my hand away from his grip. His face softens just like how my friends face does, he won’t be honest. “I- just” he doesn’t finish his sentence he only mutters a small fuck and kisses my lips.

It was a stupid awkward kiss, eyes open. I gasp but I can’t anymore, I sense approval and push my lips back onto his, the kisses speed turning faster and his hands snaking around my waist. We pull away gasping for air, we don’t say anything to each other he pulls my hand and we make it upstairs, “Pedri doesn’t mind us using the guest room” he says out of breath.

The room is soon filled with loud moans, there’s party music booming making it practically soundproof, he’s hungry, he rips my short red dress off and begins to kiss my neck, in between kisses he lets out breathy sentences “you don’t know how much I fucking missed you baby” I let out a small moan signaling him to continue, “use me baby”, we continue “I’m sorry” he mutters against my neck.

I began to pull on his hair as he goes downer, “fuck!” I moan, his tongue swirling my clit, he speaks in between licks. “I never wanted to leave you, it was that bitch Katherine, I was blinded in to doing the right thing instead of doing what I actually wanted” my moaning is my forgiveness.

Finally. I cum all over his face, him licking my insides for extra credit, sweaty, I pull up to stare at him “i forgive you baby just please fuck me first” i mutter into his ear hungrily and he turns(tosses) me around, ass front, he smacks it and pulls his dick out “moan as loud as you can baby” he prepares his dick before shoving himself inside “fuck!!” I let out a loud moan, his hands snake around my waist as a strap.

His arms push in and out, it practically being a workout, his dick is shoving in and out of you, “I can’t believe you made me wait this long” you say in a weak voice “your so stupid you know Pablo” you speak once again knowing how it drove him crazy when you degraded him, despite him being the one pounding into you. He was completely pussy drunk.

Your about to speak when you accidentally spill cum everywhere earning a sound visible smirk come from Pablo’s mouth, “I need you to shut your mouth or else I’m gonna have to punish you”.

“I don’t think I’d mind it sir” you mutter when you had already turned around knowing what was going through Pablo’s mind, you could tell when he was going to cum his tip would become a unbelievable shade of red and his dick would be pulsating, his pants were already off and you were on your knees, bruised already.

“Fuck” he groans when you begin to lick his already fucked up dick, his dick was ready to cum the moment your lips were applied on there, he moans loud as your entire mouth wraps around his veins “puta mia” he says pushing your head down with his hands, finally, he cums inside of your mouth letting out breathy moans “fuck,fuck,fuck”.

“We really need to talk Pablo” you say covering your sweaty body.

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (11)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: Humor! Angst!

Word Count: 2.8K

<Chapter 10

11. Improv, Baby

That morning Voe was called down for breakfast, at Valentino’s request. She came down to see the other Vees sitting in the dining room on their phones, not paying any attention to her whatsoever. 

“Hey guys,” Voe said as she entered the area

“Hey,” Vox says without looking up

Velvette glances up for a moment and waves “Morning love,”

She sits down at the table with them and taps on the wood

“Could you stop?” Vox shoots out, finally looking up from his phone. He turns to Velvette “So how’s the show going?”

Velvette slams the table “Awful! None of these models know how to walk! I even got them surgery for their feet and still, they walk like constipated zombies!”

“Yeah that’s terrible, make sure the show still goes on at like 8 or something I don’t know. it’s a primetime slot so don’t waste it. Val where’s my fucking coffee?!”

Valentino enters the dining room butt ass naked holding a mug that says “FUCK ALASTOR” and places it in front of Vox “Right here mi amor,” Vox doesn’t look up but grabs the coffee cup. Val sucks his teeth and grabs Vox by the chin turning his face to look at him

“What?!” Val glares at him, Vox rolls his eyes “Thank you,” Val releases his chin

Voe stares at the 10-foot-tall moth as he places the plates on the dining room table. He smirks at her

“See something you like?” and watches his hips sway and his butt jiggle as he reenters the kitchen

“Does he always make food naked?” 

Vel waves her off “Yeah, it’s just his thing,”

“Yeah, I can see his thing swinging with every step,”

She shrugs “Eh, food’s good though,”

“A little spicy for me,” Vox adds

Voe blinks dramatically “Okay. Well, when do I get my own department?”

“Ah ah ah! No business talk at the breakfast table,” Val sashays back in with his own plate and sits down next to her

She gestures to the other Overlords “They’re on their phones,”

“I didn’t say no phones,” he shrugs

“So you sit in silence?”

“If you want,” he starts to dig in

Vox scoffs “What? Would you like to talk about something? Vera?”

She shivers at the use of her real name “Firstly, why are you calling me that?”

“Well, that’s your name love,” Velvette added

“I go by Voe, thanks,”

“I don’t care what you go by. Is this what you wanted to talk about? You want to quarrel at the table? Is that what you did when you were alive? Your parents fought every morning?”

Voe furrows her brows “No,”

“Or was that you and your mother? Says you had an ‘okay’ relationship?”

She tilts her head “How do you know that?”

Vox sips his coffee “You left your little file lying around, so I thought I’d take a peak. See who I’m working with,”

“Was such a fun read,” Val giggles with his mouth full

“Did you really make a guy kill himself?” Velvette questioned “That’s badass behavior,”

“That’s Vee behavior,” Vox smirks

Voe puffs out her chest, feeling bigger “You know people used to call me Vee actually,” she offers

Voe rims the cup with his finger “I know, I read that,”

“Yeah, so I guess I fit right in,”

The Overlords smirk at each other “Sure,” Vox responds

“Hello, this is Voe the Beau now at V Tower full-time!! Hit me up what you guys wanna know?”

wut r the vees like

r they ruthless??

R THEY AWESOME

Voe smirks into the camera “Well, they’re cool. Vox is like hella dramatic lmao and-“ At that moment all the lights in Voe’s room turn off, including her computer and camera “What the fuck?” she gets up and tries flicking on the light switch but that doesn’t work. She stands there not knowing exactly what else to do in this situation, so she sits on her bed, looking around her room in the darkness.

There’s a knock on the door and Vinny enters, she can only tell by the light of the hallway. 

“Mr. Vox wants you to come down to the conference room,”

When she gets there all the Vees are there waiting for her, none looking very pleased, Vox in the middle looking the most angry. Voe sits down and stares at them.

“So what’s all the hubbub?” she asks

“Well,” Vox begins in a passive-aggressive tone “We have two things to discuss with you. One’s good, the other one is not,” his voice distorts on the last word.

“Yes?”

Vox paces around the table “For one,” he takes out a picture of a studio “What do you think of this? We can’t have you keep making videos in your bedroom,”

The studio was large with a giant green screen wall, and various lights, such as a softbox and ring. Pink walls and furry carpet with professional cameras “This is beautiful, I love it!”

“Really? Well we need to talk,” he rips the picture away “Because if we don’t you might have to start making videos on the curb,” he sits next to her “Here’s what needs to change Vera,” Voe grimaces at the use of her human name “You can talk about whatever you want on your lives and videos, but what you cannot do is talk about any of us without talking to us first, okay?”

“Why?”

Vox laughs “Ha ha why? Because,” he turns very serious “We are our own businesses and you keep the business within the diamond,”

“The diamond?”

He nods “Oh wait, we didn’t show you!”

Velvette pulls out another picture, of their sign outside the building. The V’s were now in a diamond shape, one at the top, two at the sides, and one at the bottom.

“Wow, that’s so cool! So I’m one of the team now!” she looks up 

“Sure,” he turns her chin to face him “Are you listening to me? You gonna follow the rules?”

She nods “Yes,” 

“You gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes, Vox. I won’t talk about you guys online without your permission, I swear,”

“Don’t even talk about yourself,”

Voe is quite confused “Hmm?” 

“You’ll sabotage yourself. Just lie baby,” Val says

“I lie all the time,” Vel contributes without looking up from her phone

“Trust me, don’t show any sign of emotion. You show emotion, you show weakness you’re done. And if you’re done, then we’re done. And if we’re done…” He grabs her face with both hands “You and I are gonna have a problem. Okay?”

Voe nods and he lets her face go. “So when can I see my studio?”

“You can see it now,” he offers calmly “By the way, I have you slated for an ad tomorrow. Be here at 5,”

She quirks her head “Here, in the conference room?”

“Yes, Valentino has an outfit for you,”

Val holds up a mesh hot pink bra and thong set “And you’ll have thigh-high boots to match,” he purred

Voe laughs “What exactly am I doing in this ad?”

“You’ll know when you get the script,” Vox sounded frustrated with all of her questions

“And who wrote the script?”

Val raises one of his hands “Guilty!”

Voe widens her eyes “Can’t wait to read that,”

The shoot went swimmingly. She came into the conference room to get her costume to change into it. Valentino was a bit perturbed at her request for privacy from him watching her change, but they fit great along with the thigh-high boots, one black and one pink. She was given a robe that she could wear around the set before and after shooting, Velvette took care of her hair, nails, and makeup. It turns out the ad was for a new line of alcohol that the Vees were releasing called ‘Chemical V’. It had the look, feel, and taste of water…because it was water. They had to go through certain lines over and over again like 

“Wow, I can’t taste a thing! It’s like I’m drinking water!”

“No no no!” Valentino stood and entered the set. It was meant to look like a bar and Voe was the tender. “Why are you saying it like that? Like you’ve never tasted this shit in your life!”

Voe leans over the counter and sighs, smirking. The price of show business. She was wondering if Val was making them do it over and over so he could see her boobs shake when she shook up the drink before pouring it. 

“Do it again!”

After the 50th time, they got it to a place where Val was satisfied with their performances. 

He comes up to Voe behind the counter and cups her chin “Baby, you’re going to have to record the voice lines later okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed 

Vox storms onto the set and snaps at Voe “I need you” he turns to walk away “And put some clothes on,”

When she meets him outside she questions “What’s up?” pushing her hair out of her eyes

“Hello everyone!” he turns to the previously unseen press and puts his arm around her shoulder

Reporters shout at both of them “Are the rumors true? Are you two dating??”

Vox smiles fakely “Well, I wanted to keep it a secret, but yes the rumors are true! I’ve found the one!” he pulls her closer to him and whispers “Smile,” she does “Bigger,” She gives her biggest smile and leans into Vox’s chest.

“How do you feel being in this commercial, it came out a second ago and everyone loves it!!”

“Well it is an honor-“

“Yes, we are so lucky to have her here,”

“Mr. Vox, Mr. Vox! How do you feel about…fuck never mind!”

Vox chuckles “Don’t waste my time,”

The reporter gets shoved to the ground and their cries are heard from being stepped on. Voe furrows her brows but keeps smiling. 

“Aww there was a commercial and I wasn’t invited?” Angel sat on the couch perusing through the channels on the new TV. He takes a sip of his drink and then promptly spits it out when he sees Voe practically naked on the screen.

“Lookin’ for something different tonight,” the man said to her

She turns to face him wearing a mesh pink bra “Oh really? I know what you need. What you need indeed,”

Angel rolls his eyes “Yup Val wrote this for sure,”

Niffty crawled up on the couch with him and stared at the screen “What are you watching?”

“It’s a commercial for a new drink by the Vees,”

“Ooooh, I like the bottle!”

Angel admired Voe’s acting with a shit script “She’s kinda good,” but felt a little sad when he thought of her

“Chemical V, gives your taste buds a break,” came her voice over a shot of the bottle

The commercial is cut over by 666 News and some footage of Vox and Voe, with his arm around her shoulders

“Yes, the rumors are true! I’ve found the one!”

“Oh damn, her and Vox? Never thoughta that combination!” He leans back in his seat before hearing a record scratch from behind him. Alastor had just come down the stairs and that was the first thing he had heard.

“Hi, Alastor!” Niffty waves to the Overlord, who waves back “Look! Look! It’s that girl you talk about, the one that betrayed you! She looks so pretty!”

Alastor sighed, keeping the smile on his face, she did look so pretty, and that was the worst part. he had been lying low inside the hotel ever since the incident. But he could not get Voe out of his head. She disgusted him and made his stomach turn, he hated her. But that wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel nothing, nothing at all for her, the way he felt about Vox. But she kept taking up space inside his brain, more than Lucifer did. 

“You alright Smiles?” Angel asks him

Alastor doesn’t answer and wordlessly walks out of the Hotel, to somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t there.

After dealing with the press, Voe was in the mood for a sandwich. She could’ve had someone go and get it for her, but she decided that it would be wise to take advantage of the ability to walk around before she had to have someone do these things for her. for fear of being swamped. She made her way to the store, buying one and having only a few people stop and ask for her autograph, some asking

“Are you the one on the billboard?” 

And her replying “Why yes, yes I am,” and signing whatever they give her, paper, magazines, boobs.

She brushes her hair out of her eyes and thinks about how everything she had been through for the past month or so was worth it. If this little bit was a taste, then she couldn’t wait for the whole meal. However, when she got lost in her thoughts, she tended to ignore reality, leading her to walk smack into someone and drop her phone on the ground. She immediately bends over without seeing who she bumped into because they were not her current priority.

When she returned from picking up her phone, she saw the same slender figure wearing that same torn-up coat as so long ago. When she looked up at his face, she saw that he wore a grin that was borderline a scowl. Voe puts her hands on her hips and smirks. 

“Well if it isn’t Alastor,” she says dripping with mockery “We have got to stop running into each other like this. Strange though, I didn’t think you’d be brave enough to show your face after everything that’s happened,”

“Hmm, was that in the script? I bet you rehearsed it so many times,”

She smirks “Oh no, that was improv baby,”

“Finally doing something on your own?”

Voe squints at him “Why are you over here?”

“I’m just taking my walks,”

“And it happened to be over here?”

Alastor raises his brows “Yes,”

“So it had nothing to do with me at all?”

“Not everything is about you. You do know that, right? And by the way, you came up to me,”

She scoffs “I did not, I bumped into you,”

“And you decided to talk to me,”

“And I bet that made your day,”

“Hmmm. Not really,” he thinks “You know you’re not actually one of them right? I saw your little commercial-”

Her ears perk up “You saw my commercial?”

“Well, it is on television,”

“You don’t watch television,”

“It was on and I was walking by,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” Alastor’s words got more intense, he reorients himself 

Voe steps back, a fat knowing smirk on her face. She looks Alastor up and down, running her tongue over her teeth “Look at that, your face matches your clothes,”

“Are you done here?” He doesn’t acknowledge her comment, though his face is getting warmer

She seems shocked “Am I done here? This is Vee territory. Are you done here?”

“Oh darling, you don’t actually think you’re a ‘Vee’ do you? You’re not even an Overlord. Vox and I have our differences, but I respect him much more than I respect you. And he respects me more than you as well,”

Voe rolls her eyes “Please, Vox is obsessed with you,”

“I know,”

“That’s not really respect,”

“Anyone respect you? Obsessed with you? Or even like you?”

“Loads of sinner like me,”

“You mean their fans? They will turn their backs on you as soon as the Vees throw you out onto the street,”

“I meant my fans. And why would they throw me out on the street?”

He waves her off and laughs “They are not your fans, they’re fans of the Vees, and you’re something new. And trust me, they will throw you out on the street,”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because they don’t like you. They don’t even like each other, my dear.” He taps his temple “I was trying to figure out how to get revenge on you, but I realized, I don’t have to do anything. You’ll get your just desserts my dear, and oh will it be sweet,”

Voe is a bit flustered, by his words and how he looked so devious and evil saying them. She felt that warmth…. everywhere. She swallows “Why even warn me then? Hmm?”

“I’m not warning you, I’m telling you what’s to come,”

“And what? Do you think I’ll come crawling back to you or something?”

“My dear, I don’t want you. I want to destroy you,” he clutches his fist until Voe hears a crack. “So if you do come crawling back to me y̴͉̽o̸̝̕u̶̘̅’̷͎̈́l̸̠̃l̵̳̚ ̴͍͛w̷̻͋i̸͉̿s̵͔̐h̵̻̒ ̸͐͜y̸͚͒o̷͓̿u̸̼͒ ̶̮͒h̷̹͂a̶̤̋d̴̨̅n̷̯͌’̷̬͐t̸̝̎,” he grins a terrible, evil grin that sends shivers down Voe’s spine. In a good way. What was wrong with her? “Goodbye, my dear. Have a great time being…whatever you are,” he promptly turns and walks away.

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