#Outfit San Valentino

[perfettamentechic]

Vigilia di Valentine's Day o Friend's Day ...

Vigilia di Valentine's Day o Friend's Day ... cosa fare, come organizzarsi, da non dimenticare ...

Ah, la vigilia! Il momento perfetto per prepararsi alla festa, sia che si tratti di Valentine’s Day o Friend’s Day! Ecco alcuni spunti per non dimenticare nulla per domani: Per Valentine’s Day: Se avete un partner: Prenotazione: prenotato il ristorante o l’attività speciale? Regalo: pensato al regalo perfetto? 🎁 Outfit: scelto l’outfit perfetto da indossare per la serata romantica? 👠 Se…

[coralcatsea]

Wow this scene of Hetalia sure was wild

It happened in a veeeery special edition of the manga released only in my brain

[fioredialabastro]

Pinterest Valentine's day edition ♡

Cerca queste sei parole chiave:

Mug, chocolate, Valentine food, Valentine present, Valentine decoration, Valentine outfit.

E pubblica la prima foto che Pinterest ti propone! 💌💝

Grazie @hope-now-and-live, come sempre, per avermi coinvolta in questo gioco che, giusto per restare in tema, oramai è diventato un vero e proprio appuntamento! 🌹☺️

Dunque, ormai dai miei salvataggi Pinterest ha capito che sono un'anima antica, perciò ha giustamente adattato il mio San Valentino ad un'epoca che non esiste più! 😂

La tazza mi piace molto, perché unisce l'eleganza della bordatura dorata dei servizi di un tempo alla semplicità e dolcezza di una forma rotonda e una frase stile Disney che mi si addice; riguardo al cibo, i cioccolatini fondenti su vassoio d'argento anticato sono un gran tocco di classe, ma poi si passa alla mia pietanza preferita, al lato conviviale e casalingo di un bel vassoio di pizze a forma di cuore; il regalo, poi, è proprio nel mio stile: amo scrivere e credo che una bella lettera d'amore realizzata a mano, dalla grafia alla busta, piena di sentimenti sinceri, sia il più bel dono che si possa fare e ricevere. La decorazione invece è un po' inutile, però amo gli oggetti di legno, e abbinato a quello stile di arredamento di richiamo ottocentesco rientra perfettamente nelle mie corde. Infine, c'è sua maestà, l'outfit perfetto per un appuntamento romantico, se ovviamente vivi nel XIX secolo e sei stata invitata al ballo di Lady Catherine duchessa di Waitandhope, e non vedi l'ora di favellare amabilmente e danzare con lui, il conte di Livehorse, che ti attende in tutto il suo splendore. Tutto ciò mi fa molto ridere, però è vero, è proprio così: queste sei immagini racchiudono la mia dicotomia romantica interiore, fatta di semplicità, convivialità, coccole, ma anche di eleganza, fasti d'altri tempi, balli da sogno, un po' come se la mia vita precedente si fosse unita a quella attuale. 🌹

Cari lettori, come sempre, se avete voglia di partecipare a questo divertissement siete tutti invitati!

Se vi incuriosisce vedere l'esito degli altri How does Pinterest see you a cui ho partecipato, cliccate qui, qui, qui, qui e qui.

Se invece volete che ci seguiamo anche su Pinterest, mi farebbe molto piacere, ecco il mio profilo! ✨

[thebestofyourgirls]

tipiche giornate in cui penso ai mille outfit pronti dentro l’armadio ma che non ho mai modo di indossare.

buon san valentino

[minisugakoobies]

imho the stylists let some members down in ateez like they said to san here just wear jacket no sparkle or anything else jacket and trousers he stood out with his dancing and vocals tho but his outfit was plain and what he typically wears anyway. hwa had best outfit hands down. it also almost reminded me of freddie mercurary if thats how to spell it lol.

Anon, I was JUST talking about Hwa in a gc and Freddie Mercury came up as a comparison! It's the deep cut of Hwa's tank top, I think - or maybe even that his whole outfit evoked this?

But overall the costumes were definitely uneven! Some of the choices were so plain. Don't get me started on how dull Yeosang's fit was, too! Like, you can't tell me that Valentino doesn't know how to design dramatic clothing - come on, give them something to make them stand out in their big moment! 💕

[lacrimosathedark]

Hazbin Villain Appreciation Post

People can be so weird about people enjoying villains nowadays, so I think I'm gonna take a little step on the wild side and list some things I like about Hazbin villains whether I like the character or not.

Alastor

Yes, he counts until proven otherwise, but also we're easing into it. Alastor is easy to like for a serial killer. I love a lot about him if I'm honest. Him being a clueless asexual really hits home for me as that was me for about half of my life (and then first crush and hey what's this "demisexual" thing?). But I love how he can be so suave and sophisticated and intimidating while also being an utter goof.

Look at this man. He can be so threatening but he also does this shit. He's so dumb. I love him. Stupid fucking deer man.

It helps that how he interacts with other characters is almost always funny.

He's such a little shit. I love him.

Vox

The performance. Both in his voice and the animation. Christian Borle does some amazing work and it makes a character who is by all metrics incredibly unsettling into being funny and charming. But also some of my favorite moments are just him making funny faces.

His face looking at his hand after Val smashes his phone is one of my favorite little moments in the whole series thus far. The animators do a great job having fun with his dumb head. Vox is great. He's such a dweeb and honestly I can see how his powers are hypnotic in nature.

Valentino

You can't look at Val's design sans the bitchy demeanor and tell me it isn't pretty. Moths are great. And that he chirps/squeaks when he moves is a great touch.

He's also a very compelling villain in that he brings more depth and insight into other characters like Angel. But most of all, Joel's little riffs and just some of Val's lines are so funny.

Angel Dust: I'm coming! Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!

Valentino: Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous, do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star. Yeah, a star. Porn star. OK, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you. I said I'll fucking kill you, and I will.

That the latter dialogue was in the background and how it was delivered? LMAO

Velvette

I love her design. How can you not? And all her different outfits she rotates through?

One of the things I love most about fashion-based characters is how fans run with it. Velvette may not be high up in my character tier list, but about a quarter of the fanart I've saved is her and she has her own designated folder. I'm beyond excited to see more of her if just to see her designs.

Adam

He's designed to be a hateable fuckboy, and they do it well, but it's also Alex Brightman so he gets a few really funny moments in there.

Adam: 275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it. ♫ Bow-now-now-nownow Guitar solo, fuck yeah! ♫ Adam: Uuughhh, "No one but the exorcists can know about the exterminations". I know, fine. *slurps drink* Don't fucking shush me, bitch. Adam: ♫ What up, baby? ♫ Saw that you went to my manager. Low blow, Karen. Adam: Objection, lame and unoriginal. Lute: Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass! Adam: Would you just-ju-chill, Lute. Fuck.

Adam: The fuck? Lute: They appear to have some kind of shield, sir! Adam: Oh, really? I didn't see this giant fucking shield in front of me, YOU DUMB BITCH! NO SHIT!

Adam: And you're...fuck-fuck you...you red piece of f-too much fucking red...fuck...shut up!

Not to mention Hell is Forever is a fuckin banger. He's horrible in a way that was really fun to watch. Even better was this misogynist pig was taken down by a tiny dainty little lady who can appear as the perfect little housewife type and goes fucking berserk mode for "bad boys". Niffty was really the best person to take him out.

Lute

Not gonna lie, I cannot find a single redeeming quality in Lute. She's only funny when Adam is being funny, she's an uptight unrepentant bitch who mutilated a co-worker for being merciful. I don't like her. That being said, her singing voice? GodDAMN. You Didn't Know blew me away in part because of Jessica Vosk's absolute killer performance. I need a Lute villain song yesterday.

Sera

We have so little of her it's hard to think of things that are unique to her, like wouldn't also apply to Emily like her design both humanoid and angelic. She sings well, but she also didn't blow me out of the water the way Lute did. Though, she does have one of the most intense shots in the show and it leaves a lot of space for interesting conflicted dichotomy in her.

I hope we get a lot more of her to love and hate next season.

Susan

What do yall like about Hazbin's villains?

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

La Squadra taking you on a date on V. Day

i know, i know is not V Day anymore!! But i had the biggest writer's block and i didn't like anything i tried to write :(

SO, i'm super late, but i still hope you'll like this one my little caramel drizzled cupcakes!

Risotto: " Concert Date "

You and Risotto had lots in common, but the one thing that really connected your souls was music.

Him, knowing this, decided to recreate your first encounter at the local music shop; so he woke up earlier than usual and started writing on sticky notes that left on your bedroom's door and kitchen's counter before getting out of the house.

After finding those notes you decided to put on your favourite outfit and happily followed the instructions, that lead you to a very familiar music shop; you saw from afar the tall, stern, goth man that stole your heart a long time ago and when you approached him, he kissed your cheek and opened the door for you.

The scent of incense, the light dust on the shelves, the hundreds of vinyls waiting to be listened and maybe brought home, everything was just like that rainy october day...

You spent the morning listening to music, then grabbed lunch at your favourite kebab place, went to the beach to bother other couples just for fun and when the evening came...Risotto tossed you a helmet and drove you out of town with him.

You let the february breeze hit your face, hugging your boyfriend from behind while he rode his chopper ( no one except Melone knows about his motorcycle, and it has to remain that way ) and after a while you both stopped in front of an old warehouse and once you opened the door...you started laughing and bawling your eyes.

It was a concert, but not any concert, it was the band who played at the local music festival the day he asked you on a date the first time!

The two of you started making your way towards the stage and once you were under it, you let yourself go: headbanging, singing, screaming....It was perfect!

At a certain point Risotto embraced you, and kissed you with all the passion he was capable of and of course you happily reciprocated. You didn't care about anything in that moment, everything was just right.

Formaggio: " Soccer Date "

Formaggio loves 3 things in his life: You, food and " A Roma"; he was grateful to his favourite team for many good memories but meeting you was the best.

So he decided for V Day to bring you with him, with a VIP pass to see the derby Roma-Lazio and meet the whole team!

He knew what people may be thinking: bringing your gf to see a soccer match on the sacred day for lovers? ewwww!! But they didn't consider one lil detail: you!

You were a Roma's fan even more hyper than him: you liked the adrenaline, the camaraderie, the ups and downs after every match...and that's what made him fall for you.

He worked his butt off for months, took more missions (even with illuso, that says a lot about how much he loves you) and even robbed a couple of " Poste Italiane " to get the money but in the end he did it!

You had to work the whole morning, but the promise of your lover to make you spend " the best night of your life " made you go through the whole deal of snobbish costumers and unpleasant people at your job.

Once you got out you saw Formaggio grinning in your direction, wearing his " completo da Stadio": Roma's shirt, hat, gloves, scarf and even a trumpet! He ran towards you and swept you off your feet, peppering your face with kisses.

Hand in hand you ran to catch up the last bus, already filled with other Roma's fans and once the two of you arrived in front of Stadio Olimpico, you thought you were going with with the other fans but Formaggio stopped you; the two of you were escorted from another entrance and instead of the stadium...you got inside the locker room...with the whole Roma's team welcoming you and yelling "Buon San Valentino rega!!" (ooh what money and some threatening to the manager can do...sometimes being in the mafia has it's perks)

You couldn't believe all this, you were just screaming and jumping and asking autographs here and there...When HIM came foreward holding a bouquet of red and yellow roses: Roma's team leader Francesco Totti.

Er Pupone smiled at you and Formaggio and, after wishing you a happy V day, asked the assistants to lead you to your vip seats where you watched the rest of the game with such happiness and you were literally vibrating on the spot. Formaggio looked at you with loving and adoring eyes, feeling so lucky to have you in his life.

Once Totti sealed the deal, humiliating Lazio once again, the two of you cheered with the rest of the fans and kissed under the victory fireworks, holding each other like no one else in the world existed.

Illuso: " Spa Date "

Illuso was picky with everything: picky with food, clothing, accessories, people...especially the people he chose to date.

At first the two of you didn't like each other at all, he was so sobbish and straight up mean! He ordered you around at your job, treating you like a servant whenever he went to have his spa day at the beauty center you worked. He pushed your buttons in so many ways one time you just had enough and straight up threw his drink in his face yelling that no matter the masks and treatments...he still was ugly af inside! You had this staring contest for a long time before making out on the sauna bench and being almost caught by your boss!

You both now laugh at that memory and look with tenderness at the path you walked together from that day; Illuso matured (but shows this side only to you) emotionally and you on the other hand learned to stand up for yourself more; that's why he decided to treat you good on V day this year.

He called your boss and asked/bribed her if he could rent the massage room, the one with the jacuzzi (it was your favourite) for the day and promised to be very careful with the equipment. After some convincing ( and 500,000 lires ) she said yes and so instead of going to work and help girls prepare themselves for their dated...you were the pampered one for a change! And by a very sexy masseur.

Illuso made you change with the soft bathrobe the spa gave the costumers, with your bikini under it, and started giving you massages while you laid on the bench.

Your mind was floating: the candles, the roses, the champagne, the oil and his hands on your body were everything you could ask for and more...

Once your massage session was over, the two of you moved to the jacuzzi and cheered to your relationship with the champagne and sharing a tender kiss between the bubbles, yes he was still kind of a jerk for the other 364 days of the year...but he was your jerk, and to be honest you weren't that better yourself... but you didn't care, you had each other and the world could off itself if it didn't approve.

Melone: " Festival/Carnival Date "

Melone can make everything romantic, in his own weird way...But he tries and that's what matters to you.

Melone organise surprises and bring you gifts basically every month but what kinda worries you is that your beloved purple weirdo doesn't know what the word " simple " means: one time he said he got you a lil something to ease your loneliness when he was gone, and you ended up with a cat! One time you said that you would have loved to own a pair of Gucci shoes...AND HE LITERALLY ROBBED A GUCCI BOUTIQUE FOR YOU!

You had to sit with him and talk about the way he can show you love without going over the top, but you had this conversation with Melone so many time in the end you just gave up.

He wanted to surpass himself this V day tho, he wanted to bring you to the most special place in his proud tuscan heart! So he texted you that morning telling you to wear your cutest outfit and to be prepared to be surprised in the evening...And so you did.

You spent the whole day doing your hair, makeup, showering, nails, choosing your outfit and also thinking about what he had in mind this time:maybe he booked a super exclusive resturant, or maybe he was going to bring you to a resort out of town...Or maybe he bought you a pony like you wanted when you were 6!

You held tight during the whole ride with him still wandering where the heck you two were going...only to stop in front of pure tuscan chaos: food stands, folk music, wine and laughing people verywhere, there was also a tiny carnival in the back of the park.

you asked confused where thw two of you were and he proudly yelled " Welcome to La Sagra del Tortello e del Cinghiale cittina mia!!" (this event is actually a very famous festival in my region, i go there every year and is amazing) and waited for your reaction with big puppy eyes.

You remained speechless for a long time, confused and actually not knowing what to say...But then it hit you! This was Melone's hometown!! He was sharing with you such an intimate part of himself, not even his teammates knew about the place he came from; they knew he was tuscan but the city has always been a mystery.

You started giggling and hugged him so tight you actually cracked his back (he was also thankful for that, his posture was the worst) and thanked him for this gift. He smiled even more and after takig your hand he showed you around, offering you typical food of his land, dancing with you while the folk music hyped the whole town with it's cheery tunes...In the end the two of you sat on a hill, watching the lanterns being lit up and flying in the sky, under a pine tree.

He covered your shoulders with his jacket and as the two of you snuggled he asked shyly if you had fun, you answered by kissing him and saying if you could travel around tuscany more often...

he said " Of course cittina mia, but what do i always say?"

you laughed and answered " Gli unici posti da levare di torno, sono Arezzo, Pisa e Livorno " ( the only places to erase from existance, are Arezzo pisa and livorno. I have nothing against these cities personally but the meme about us tuscans being petty with each other that much is real ahah)

Melone hugged you and said " Well done tesoro! Di molto bene!!"

Ghiaccio: " Home Date "

Ghiaccio hates cheesy stuff, he thinks relationship are private matters ad no one should be seen parading hearts pillows, roses, matching shirts and all that crap...But that was cause by years of rejection and bad love stories.

When the two of you got together you quickly learned that his love language was a silent one: leaving you the last slice of pizza, always lowering the toilet seat after he went to the bathroom, cooking dinner if you felt too tired to do that... You appreciated all this and always made sure to let him know that! But sometimes you craved that romcom bullcrap you saw on tv, you wanted to be surprised with flowers, go on dates where you could show the world that you two were happy together and stuff like that; but you knew Ghiaccio and all these fantasies had to remain in your head..

He decided to try this year tho, he decided to REALLY try to make something romantic for you: he called risotto and asked him for a free day, ordered your favourite takeout, got tons of beer and your favourite drink, rented your favourite movies, got all the blankets he could find in the house...Damn he even baked you a cake!

He wanted to show you properly that he cared this time, and he was gonna succed in his mission!

You came home expecting nothing, as usual in this particular day but once uìyou opened the door your mouth went agape: the room had soft lights, candles, flowers...And a very embarassed Ghiaccio waiting for you on the couch with a little box in his hands.

The young man mumbled a " Happy Valentine's day tosa..i love you" and you just had to pepper his face with kisses and hug him; you sat next to him and asked what made him change his mind, he just answered that you deserved something nice for putting up with him all this time.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening eating your favourite food and the cake Ghiaccio baked, watching movies, playing videogames and just chilling, if before you did dream about the romcom v day, what your boyfriend prepared for you this day was way more romantic and thoughtful.

Just a little before midnight, he gave you the box he was holding at the beginning of your specal night, and once you opened it you started crying happy tears: inside you saw a necklace with a crystal snowflake, the one you saw in that jewelry months ago but was too pricey for you.

You hugged Ghiaccio, that reciprocated and held you tight with all the affection his stubborn ass could show...in the meantime on tv the reporter talked with the distressed owner of a jewelry, but robberies happens everyday and this was no special..right?

Prosciutto: " Travel date "

Prosciutto had one plan in mind: get the hell out of La Squadra's radar! He spent too many V day hoping to be alone with you, and in each one the boys came out of nowhere made him look like a fool at a certain point!

But not this year, no this was the year where he planned everything one step ahead of his teammates and he was going to make you feel like the princess you were in his eyes!

He booked a flight to bring you to the city you always wanted to visit in Europe, a fancy hotel room for two nights and bought you an item from your favourite fashion brand ( he is classy and so is his lady )

You woke up at 3 am on february 13, and with a very sleepy voice asked him if something was wrong, he only answered " We have one hour before Illuso or Melone notices we are gone. We have to hurry picciottina mia"

At hearing those words you suddenly woke up and dressed as quick as possible, grabbed your luggage ( prosciutto prepared both his and yours the day before ) and ran to the airport; once you saw the plane leaving the land you both high fived and relaxed for the first time in a week. Prosciutto knwe his friends were only goofing around, but Valentine's day was special to him and he wanted to have one without problems with his girlfriend for once!

The landing went smoothly and after a quick taxi ride you got inside the hotel room, what you saw in front of you was everything you could ask for: champagne, rose petals, a fireplace, your favourite dish and strawberries covered in chocolate...

You turned around and held his face, caressing his cheek and leaving sweet kisses all over it ( you loved the gap between his teeth and slight overbite so much, it was too cute ) and lead him to the bed.

You spent all day in your bedroom: talking, loving each other, eating and drinking the goodies the hotel gave you and when the evening came you both dressed up and went to dinner to a typical resturant of the country you chose to visit and once your heard the bells of midnight ringing, you shared one last kiss, wishing each other a happy Valentine's day and hugging tight like you always did,praying to spend many many more valetine's days like this one in the future

Happy late V day everyone :D and sorry for the delay, love you all cuties and i hope life is treating you good <3

[thechroniclesofnikevictoria]

Presente. Capitolo 3 - Inizio giugno 2021

“Allora siamo ufficialmente migliori scopamici!”  

“Se è così voglio un aggiornamento del mio titolo.” 

(TW: NSFW, smut, OC, MiloxOC, riferimento a MiloxCamus, Coppia HET, riferimento a coppia HOMO, D/s, Dom!Milo, Scarlett Needle/Cuspide Scarlatta con uso creativo)

Dopo la loro ultima battaglia, in cui tutti erano risorti, grazie a Lyfia e alla sua intercessione presso Odino, il mondo delle divinità sembrava aver trovato una sorta di equilibrio e tutto era tornato a una forma di normalità. Anzi, da quando Nike fungeva da Grande Sacerdote, aveva lasciato molte più libertà ai Cavalieri, incluso, per chi era in grado, quella di usare il loro modo di spostarsi per fini personali, quali visitare il mondo nel tempo libero ed in vacanza, e, soprattutto, rivedere le loro famiglie di origine ogni volta che volevano e potevano. Però i loro doveri al Santuario non potevano essere dimenticati. Tra questi, in tempo di pace come quello, il più importante per i Cavalieri D’oro era istruire tutti coloro che nel mondo manifestavano il Cosmo, sceglievano di seguire Athena ed erano nati sotto il loro segno. Una cosa che Milo davvero non amava.  

Rientrando all’ottava abbastanza frustrato dalla sessione di insegnamento appena finita, ricordandosi che Camus era via quella sera, contatt�� Nike col Cosmo. 

‘Mi fai un favore? Intercedi per me con Aphrodite, la dea non il tuo vicino di casa, e le chiedi se per cortesia può smettere di fare nascere così tante persone sotto il mio segno?’ 

‘Non penso sia opera sua, piuttosto del consumismo. Se fai i conti, nove mesi prima dello Scorpione siamo più o meno intorno a San Valentino’ 

‘In questo caso, ho davvero bisogno di cominciare a bere pesantemente’ 

‘Allora vieni a trovarmi che c'è uno Sbagliato col tuo nome sopra. Ho anche portato la cena direttamente dal Quadrilatero, stavo per chiamarti io’  

‘Mi levo questa ferraglia d’oro, doccia veloce, e arrivo’ 

‘Sì ma muovi il tuo bel culo, che ho già aperto il prosecco’  

Neanche venti minuti dopo era da lei, con le patatine greche che lei adorava, prese al volo dal centro di Rodorio nel suo posto preferito. 

“Tempismo perfetto” disse lei sulla soglia porgendogli il bicchiere colmo fino all’orlo. Milo prese un gran sorso e si sedette sul divano dove aggiunse il suo cibo alle varie delizie già disposte davanti a lui. 

“I tuoi non sono via questo mese? Cosa sei andata a fare a Milano oggi?” 

“Shopping ovviamente. Altrimenti la mia Black Amex si sente trascurata. Ho preso qualcosa anche per te e il ghiacciolino” disse indicando due sacchetti, uno di Prada e uno di Armani. Milo guardò dentro e trovò le quattro più belle camicie che avesse mai visto.  

“Turchese intenso e rosso fuoco per te che sei Spring Bright, verde acqua e avorio per Camus che è Spring Light” 

“Non avresti dovuto. Grazie. Adesso dovrò trovare qualcuno che mi aiuti a pensare a come indossarle” 

“Sì come no. Mr. Metrosexual ha dei problemi ad abbinare le camicie. Ah e raccontami poi quanto si incazza Camus quando scopre le marche. Da buon parigino, detesta la moda milanese. Avevo mezzo pensato di portargli la maglia del Milan di Zlatan, ma poi ho deciso che non ci tengo a scoprire se posso sopravvivere a un’Aurora Execution senza armatura” 

“La maglia di chi?” 

“Ibrahimovich” sospirò Nike frustrata. Come faceva a passare tutto quel tempo con Camus e ancora non capire una sega di calcio? 

“E per te cos'hai preso?”  

“Vuoi la sfilata completa” 

“Perché no?”  

Nike lo accontentò. Tra un sorriso di Negroni Sbagliato e uno po’ di cibo, indossò tutti i numerosi nuovi outfit che aveva acquistato quel pomeriggio, prendendo nota dei commenti e dei consigli dell'amico che, oggettivamente, di stile ne sapeva. 

L’ultimo outfit fu una nuova sottoveste di seta nera di La Perla, che si sarebbe aggiunta alle decine di altre che usava come abito da casa, e un paio di Louboutin Bianca 140 Nude col tacco a spillo.  

“Come fai a camminare con quelle cose? Ti fanno alta quasi come me” 

“Quattordici centimetri, uno e novantadue. Mi fanno alta esattamente come te. Ho studiato danza classica comunque. Sono niente al confronto delle punte” 

“Anche tu però sei una traditrice della patria con quelle scarpe francesi” 

“Ma io non sono mica nazi come Camus. Ho l’armadio pieno di Chanel e Dior. A Milano ho addirittura una stanza coi muri coperti di Birkin e Kelly” spiegò lei finalmente sedendosi a fianco di Milo, finendo il secondo Sbagliato e assaporando le patatine con la feta che lui aveva portato. 

Da quando Camus, insieme a tutti gli altri, era tornato in vita, Nike pensava che sarebbe stato tutto per quella strana avventura emotiva che lei e Milo avevano condiviso nel periodo di tempo dall'attacco alle Dodici Case fino alla lotta contro Hades e poi l’avventura ad Asgard. Non solo, lei aveva deciso, chiaro e tondo, che coi suoi amici a letto preferiva non andarci più. E poi la coppia perfetta del Santuario era tornata più innamorata che mai, tutti avevano ancora vivido il bellissimo ricordo della loro riconciliazione. Non era gelosa, per nulla, anzi era molto felice per loro ed era contenta di aver aiutato Milo a fare i conti col proprio dolore quando ne aveva bisogno. E quando anche lei ne aveva bisogno. Per questo fu incredibilmente sorpresa quando Milo, pochi istanti dopo, la baciò.  

Si tirò indietro di scatto. 

“Cosa c'è?” chiese lui sulle sue labbra. 

“Camus c’è”  

“Con lui è diverso”  

“Non voglio essere l’altra”  

“Non lo sei. La relazione che abbiamo io e lui non è monogama. Camus è… è amore, quasi platonico ma è amore. Tu sei la mia migliore amica con cui a volte vado a letto e soddisfo le mie fantasie meno… vanilla”  

“Quindi lui sa?”  

“Sa che quando ho certe voglie, le sfogo… diversamente. Lui fa lo stesso e va bene così” disse Milo riprendendo a baciarla e infilando una mano sotto l’orlo sottile della sottoveste di seta. 

“Se non vuoi però dimmelo”  

‘Se sta bene a voi’ pensò lei. 

“Sei tu in fondo che hai detto...” lei lo zittì, rispondendo finalmente al bacio.  

“Fammi venire, Scorpione, e dammi un po’ del tuo veleno” 

Come una vecchia abitudine presa quando avevano iniziato a scopare dopo la morte dei loro amici, Milo la prese in braccio e la portò nella sua camera da letto. Lei fece per sfilarsi le scarpe che ancora indossava, ma lui le ordinò di tenerle. Dei due, quella con autorità sull'altro era lei, ma, quasi ironicamente, nel sesso le piaceva essere comandata, farsi dire da lui esattamente cosa fare.  

Milo adocchiò uno specchio a figura intera in un angolo della stanza.  

“Quello da quando tempo è lì?” 

“Da anni, credo sia di Saga…” 

“Allora usiamolo” e la mise giù proprio lì davanti. 

“Credo di avere un po’ troppi vestiti” sentenziò lui levandosi la maglia e i jeans, rimanendo coi boxer aderenti che evidenziavano la sua crescente eccitazione. Lei lo guardò sospirando. Dei, quanto era bello. Il suo viso, i suoi muscoli definiti e tesi, le vene in evidenza sulle braccia, le proporzioni del corpo. La V. Il pacco. Tutto sembrava troppo perfetto per essere umano. Nike si domandò se Athena scegliesse apposta i propri cavalieri in base alla loro bellezza e avvenenza fisica.  

“Inginocchiati tu, questa volta” le ordinò. Lei eseguì continuando a guardarlo negli occhi ma scorrendo le mani sulla sua straordinaria muscolatura. Quando arrivò giù le fu abbastanza ovvio cosa fare, soprattutto perché lui cominciò a scostarle i capelli dal viso e a raccoglierglieli dietro alle spalle. Sempre mantenendo il contratto coi suoi occhi, Nike abbassò i boxer fino alle sue caviglie e cominciò a leccare la punta del suo pene eretto. Dopo poco lui la invitò a prenderlo tutto in bocca spingendo leggermente con le mani sulla nuca. Lei non si tirò indietro e cominciò a muoversi su e giù ritmicamente, arrivando sempre più in fondo ogni volta. Lui osservava la scena nello specchio andando su di giri ancora di più. Nonostante non fosse ormai più la prima volta, faceva sempre fatica a crederci. La dea della vittoria, letteralmente la donna più bella, sexy ed eccitante, nonché letale, che esistesse sulla Terra, era in ginocchio davanti a lui col suo cazzo in bocca. Lei lo sentì dichiarare il proprio orgasmo imminente e trattenne il respiro in attesa. Ingoiò fino all'ultima goccia mentre lui la guardava dall’alto e nello specchio, eccitandosi di nuovo nonostante fosse appena venuto. La fece alzare, la prese di nuovo in braccio e la sdraiò sul letto, levandole la sottoveste ma non le scarpe.  

“Quel tacco a spillo rosso… mi ricorda la mia Cuspide” le disse infilandole la lingua praticamente in gola, afferrandole il seno e sdraiandosi su di lei, penetrandola con un’erezione più dura di prima.  

“Quanto sei stretta e bagnata. Lo adoro”  

Lei come sempre era una macchina per il piacere. Suo, ma anche del fortunato uomo, lui in questo caso, a cui concedeva le proprie grazie. Alla soglia del godimento ultimo di entrambi Milo si preparò. Stringendole il collo leggermente, le bloccò il respiro. Lei aprì gli occhi. 

“Fidati di me. Quando te lo dico, prendi un respiro profondo” 

Diede altri due colpi portandola davvero al limite, spostò la mano destra sul suo petto, e aumentò il Cosmo per caricare la Cuspide. 

“Adesso Μωρό. Respira” disse, lasciando la presa dal suo collo. Lei eseguì. In quel momento lui le diede l'ultimo colpo che le serviva per venire, e allo stesso tempo 

“Scarlett Needle” e lanciò due stelle.  

Come previsto, lei perse la testa. Il suo sistema nervoso, attaccato dal veleno, amplificò l’orgasmo, che già era molto intenso, oltre ogni limite. Vedendola, sentendola, anche Milo finalmente si lasciò andare al piacere più forte mai provato prima, che fece perdere la testa e i sensi anche a lui per quasi un minuto. 

Quando Nike si risvegliò Milo le era sdraiato accanto, su un fianco. Le accarezzò il viso e la baciò dolcemente. 

“Com’è stato?”  

“Davvero hai bisogno di chiedermelo?” 

“No, non in quel senso. Intendevo la Cuspide” 

“Meglio ancora di come ricordavo. Grazie” 

“Avevo un po’ paura in realtà. L’altra volta, perdonami, ma non c'era niente da perdere. Adesso, c'è tutto” 

“Non è la prima volta che mi colpisci. Nei tuoi giorni migliori sei arrivato a otto se non sbaglio” 

“Il mio record con te è dieci in versione divina. Ma in allenamento è diverso. Hai il Cosmo attivo e la guardia alta. Comunque sembra che la reggi bene anche con le difese abbassate” 

“E a te piace sempre?” 

“Non hai idea. Mi manda fuori di testa. Vederti e sentirti quando vieni in quel modo… mi ridiventa duro solo a pensarci” 

“Tienine un po’ anche per Camus” 

“Ma no, con lui è diverso”  

Poi, allarmato, 

“Dei, cosa penserebbe di me?” 

“Ma sì, dai, scherzavo” 

“No seriamente però. Credi che dovrei preoccuparmi?” 

“Di cosa?” 

“Ma non lo so. La mia migliore amica, che indipendentemente è anche la mia Dea, nonché per definizione la donna più bella del pianeta, mi concede il privilegio di fare sesso con lei. E io cosa faccio? La colpisco col mio veleno” 

“Ma dai non essere così duro con te stesso. In fondo è nella tua natura di Scorpione essere un pochino sadico. Altrimenti perché tutti gli altri attacchi dei nostri amici, per non parlare dei miei, si concludono in una mossa sola, mentre al tuo ne servono quindici dolorosissime?”  

Lui la guardò negli occhi. 

“Lo sai vero che non ti farei mai del male per davvero? Al di là del voto che ho fatto di proteggerti perché sei la mia dea…” 

“Athena è la tua dea, e anche la mia” interruppe lei. 

“Sì ma tu arrivi seconda di poco. Comunque, anche se non facessimo questa vita, se ti avessi conosciuta che ne so, all’università, ricordati che per te morirei e ucciderei” 

Quell’affermazione che gli era uscita di bocca d’impulso lo scioccò. Non si era reso conto che forse, oltre all’attrazione, per lei potesse provare qualcosa. Qualcosa di oltre l’amicizia. Sperò che lei non avesse sentito bene, o che non ci desse troppo peso. 

“Milo, accetta questo lato di te. Non farne un dramma, io per esempio lo adoro. Lo so che non mi faresti mai del male per davvero”  

Lui sorrise, sollevato. Non era pronto a fare i conti coi suoi sentimenti, non in quel momento. 

“Perché facevi tanto la difficile?” 

“Dai, te l’ho detto perché” 

“Seh, seh, Camus e quella storia che tu coi tuoi amici a letto non ci vai. Non ci credevi nemmeno tu mentre ti uscivano le parole di bocca” 

“Ma sai il problema è quando gli amici con cui scopo finiscono per innamorarsi. Già ne ho perso uno così...” 

Milo deglutì, ripensando a quello che aveva detto e pensato solo un minuto prima. Ma no, dai, non c’era pericolo. Doveva essere stato l’afterglow a parlare. E poi perderla? Perdere la sua amicizia? No, non l’avrebbe lasciato succedere, a qualunque costo. 

“Comunque grazie per aver insistito. Ancora un po’ e tornavo vergine” Nike lo riscosse. 

“Aspetta… da quanto non…” 

“Sei stato tu l’ultimo qui dentro. Fai i conti” 

La notte prima dell’inferno. 

“In effetti anche tu sei stata la mia ultima donna, mi hai rovinato per tutte le altre! Ma mi sembra strano che una come te abbia difficoltà a trovare da scopare. C'è la fila lì fuori se si sparge la voce” 

“Ma ti sembro una che va in giro a rimorchiare per una botta e via? Non è mai stato tanto il mio stile. E adesso con tutto quello che c'è da gestire qui non avrei neanche il tempo. E comunque ho degli standard di bellezza e performance piuttosto alti. Posso giusto farmi uno di voi. Ma poi, come ho detto, si rovina l’amicizia se non si sta attenti. Anzi, a proposito, io e te siamo ancora migliori amici vero?” 

“Μωρό sono Scorpione. Il sesso per me è praticamente come respirare. E con la storia che abbiamo, aver paura di rovinare un'amicizia come la nostra col sesso sarebbe come aver paura di rovinare le patatine mettendoci sopra la feta” 

“Quindi non ti dispiace se questa cosa tra noi la manteniamo attiva?” 

Lui sorrise. 

“Se devo scegliere una con cui applicare il mio accordo con Camus, non potrei sognare di meglio. A cosa servono se no i migliori amici maschi?” 

“Allora siamo ufficialmente migliori scopamici!”  

“Se è così voglio un aggiornamento del mio titolo. Milo Nomikos, Cavaliere d’oro dello Scorpione, Scopamico ufficiale di Nike Martinelli della Vittoria Alata. Credo che mi farò fare i biglietti da visita” 

Nike lo colpì col cuscino e scoppiò a ridere fino alle lacrime mentre lui diceva tutto questo. Quanto gli era mancato passare il tempo così con lui! E da ora in poi che non era più né depresso né incazzato col destino, sarebbe stato mille volte meglio. Meglio ancora di quando si erano conosciuti da ragazzi. 

“Cosa dici, finiamo di mangiare?” le chiese lui appena finì di ridere. 

Teletrasportarono il cibo dalla sala al letto, e lo gustarono come avevano fatto tante volte e avrebbero continuato a fare, ridendo, scherzando, confidandosi, finché non si addormentarono.  

Finalmente, dopo anni di sofferenza e sacrifici, tutto era esattamente dove doveva essere. 

[hist101interview97]

Matthew Ridgers interview with my Mexican Grandmother (NANA)

I interviewed my grandmother on my moms side of the family. She is Aurelia Ruiz Hernandez today she is 72 living in Lakewood California was born and raised in Mexico. She lived in Baja Rosarito. She lived in a nice house near the water with her parents and her siblings. 

She has 12 other siblings although she lived with 8 of her siblings. Some of the other children have moved out of the house or back to America. 

Her Dad Valentino Ruiz was from Michoacan Mexico, and her mom doesn't know where she was born. She told my nana that she remembers going with her dad across the border to the USA in Texas. Her mom grew up in America and met her husband Valentino in California when he had just moved there. They lived in Southern California and had 4 kids. Her parents were living a happy life until the great depression came in the 1930’s making them move back to mexico. When they moved back, they bought a ranch and a house near the beach. Their kids having their American citizenship they wanted to live near the border and decided to move to Rosarito Mexico. Her dad was a farmer having many animals and herbs on his ranch. With her parents living in America, they knew how to cook many different types of dishes like pancakes along with the traditional Mexican food. Her mom did all of the cooking besides the dad making the eggs in the morning. 

(Rosarito Beach postcard)

My grandmother's childhood consisted of waking up in the room she shared with her sister Genie and getting ready to walk to school. It was a few miles walk to her school which required a uniform. In school she liked learning about history and science, but she enjoyed playing at recess even more. She enjoyed playing sports like soccer, volleyball and hopscotch. On the weekends she was able to wear her normal outfits with her colorful dresses and heels. Her house was right next to the beach and would go swimming all the time. They would all walk down to the beach from their house. Her and her friends would be out all day going on adventures. One of their favorite things to do was ride horses together. She says it was completely different from now being outside all day and not being around any screens. In the nighttime she would do things with her family and go dancing where a band would play orchestra songs. If not dancing, she would go to the theater and watch films. On the long breaks like the spring breaks and such she would visit her siblings living in America. They lived in Santa Ana and Orange County. This is where my grandmother would go shopping and really get an influence of American Culture. She loved to shop in Orange County and in San Diego. America is where she also got her love for music. She really liked to listen to rock n roll. In this time in America, it was a time that was called the “British Invasion” for music. With the likes of The Beatles and Rolling stones being very popular. This is where her love for these bands come from. 

As a teenager she saw a better opportunity in America so that's where she went. She moved to America first living with her siblings while she saved up money for her own place by cleaning houses and babysitting. She met my grandfather and a few years later my mom was born. When my mom was a child, her dad passed away. My grandma remarried a few years after and had one more kid, my aunt Michelle. They lived in Huntington Beach enjoying the wonderful weather and beautiful beaches.

(Picture of Hunnington beach in the 1970's)

[dewcrow]

Vox:

- Final boss of the Vee Tower arc

- Has an attack where the action box turns into a projection of his face, so you have to dodge the movement/contortion of his facial features

- also tries to fuck with you by flashing static every now and then, which sometimes even has a Sans-style “teleport you right i to the path of oncoming attacks” effect

- Battle music included motifs from “Stayed Gone” and “Finale”

Valentino:

- The last opponent before you face Vox

- Attack patterns include bullets from his two guns and “pheremone pellets” with various effects that temporarily screw with your controls (think Kaptain K. Rool’s gas clouds”

- There’s an in-game option specifically designed to make sure the visuals of his attack patterns don’t get your video/stream demonetized

- Battles music includes motifs from “Poison” and “Addict”

- Instead of being defeated at 0 HP, he endures with 1 HP and is finished off by Angel Dust, Husk, and Nifty (assuming that you befriended all three); the music in this scene changes to include motifs from “Poison”, “Loser, Baby” and “Slutty Spider Polka Pop”.

- If you did not befriend all three of the above characters (this means completing their events in the hotel, not just sparing them in their fights), then the ones you did not befriend will be captives in his studio when you fight him (unless you killed them, obviously), while the ones you did befriend will help you strike the final blow. Definitely not as satisfying as the above, though, because you won’t get the music change or the additional dialogue.

Velvette:

- Squishes the action box into the shape of a smartphone

- Attack patterns include “Flame comments” (toxic posts with fire-shaped borders), content farm thumbnails, and other negative mainstays of social media

- Sometimes switches to a different outfit mid-fight while you’re selecting an action - this doesn’t even affect the fight, she just does it because she’s that much of a fashionista

- Battle music is not just motifs from “Respectless”, it IS “Respectless” (in UT instrumentation, though)

Niffty:

- Only fought if you killed anyone else associated with the hotel

- Blue and orange fake-out attacks

- One attack of hers fills the action box with cockroaches along with an icon of her; touching them hurts you, so you have to dodge them while dodging her (although she’ll attack the cockroaches if you lead her to them)

- No battle music, just the ambience from when she was frozen on camera

More sprites! Lmk Ur headcannon

[campadailyblog]

Stile di febbraio: Come vestirsi nel mese più freddo

Febbraio è il mese più breve dell’anno, ma è pieno di occasioni per mostrare i tuoi outfit. Da San Valentino alla fashion week, ci sono tante possibilità. I capi invernali ti permettono di essere elegante e caldo nonostante il freddo. Dai cappotti alle giacche, dalle calzature agli accessori, ogni scelta è un’opportunità. Puoi esplorare le ultime tendenze moda e creare look stagionali. Così,…

[jodellejournals]

life lately..

soo, hi. it's been quite a long time, isn't it?

so much has happened since december and all is well, still, thank god. speaking of december, it was my favorite month of the year 2023. god really saved the best for last. i am my best self. i won best dressed in our company's annual gathering. my hair is straight, silky, sleek. my sleep was restful, relaxing, deep. my weight is back to normal. my outfits were slaying. my life, finally, together. everything is on fleek. ahh the mountains and valleys and hills (and maybe even rivers!) that i have climbed and crossed 'til i got here. nobody knows. really. so i celebrate my wins because it took so much of me to be now "me". im so proud of you, self. so, soo proud. i might even cry while typing this but maybe that's just the pisces in me or my because my period is set to arrive tomorrow. whatever, it is, i'm just so sentimental acknowledging my growth -- as a human, as woman. cheers to me!

january and february have been pretty well. i've got a haircut but six days ago i had my hair fixed again so all is well. on valentines, as usual, i have no valentino, but no worries, amigos. i ate my favorite meal at mcdonald's and bonded with my baby nephew (he was nice to me that day!). i originally planned to watched priscilla directed by sofia coppola that one sweet day but found out that it was only shown in limited cinema days. so... ok. at least, my tummy was full. mcdonald's fries didn't disappoint. by the end of february came pisces season. i was so excited! my birthday was so near!

then came march. oh, march, where do i even begin? you are all sorts of beautiful and wonderful. every bit of magical and whimsical. you are glitters and sparkles. you are rainbows and sunshine. to keep it short, march was my best month so far in 2024. i celebrated my birthday wearing this beautiful red dress that i bought for myself. ahh, finally, a red dress. i realized i do not own a red dress so pre-birthday, i made sure i'd have one -- and so i ordered two (hey, i'm just a girl!). the dress fitted my petite frame really well and i must say i really looked good on it. i'm starting to believe red is my color but still, pink, above all. so for birthday lunch, i treated my work mates at this quaint and vintage new restaurant in the metro. and boy, it did not disappoint! it's now one of my fav restos considering the food quality, ambiance, price, and aesthetic. i went out of work earlier than usual (because it's my birthday, duh) and booked a grabcar to st. clement's church. it's my favorite church and the nearest to our house. actually, most of the masses i attended in my childhood was spent there. favorite because most of my answered prayers were prayed there. also, let me not forget san jose church, where i also visit and pray and confess my heart's stories. that church really knew my desperate cries for help. so both churches are extremely special to me. ok so going back, i lighted candles upon arriving at the st. clement's church. i thanked god for another year in life, for the blessings i am receiving, for continued healing, for living in answered prayers each single waking day. god knew where i used to be and thank god i'm no longer in that place. praise him, forever. i also then attended a mass since i heard there was a homily going on. after which, i decided to walk home (yes, that is how near it is to our house) and bumped into a high school classmate. oh some things never change. this girl, from my high school, is still her old high-pitched voice self, round and cheeky in form, carrying a backpack like she used to from over a decade ago! so we exchanged small stories and the how-have-you-beens and bid goodbye. as i reached home, my family members were there awaiting for the birthday girl. of course, i ordered pizza, pasta, and chicken for everyone! share your blessings, right? so i did. the night was filled with laughter but most of all, love. i took pictures too wearing my "birthday princess" crown. it's my day (and night), after all. and so that night, i slept with a warm, happy, and oh-so-full heart -- of love, gratefulness, contentment, hope. i had the best birthday -- yet -- of my life and i know it's just getting started. the best is yet to come.

[thepaperboatblog]

1 maglione per 3 outfit di San Valentino

Quanti come me in crisi per San Valentino?

Vi ho risolto almeno l'outfit: eccone 3 usando lo stesso maglione morbidissimo.

Ditemi qual è il vostro preferito!

Quali sono i vostri programmi? Festeggerete domani o aspetterete il weekend?

Trovate tutti i link qui: https://the-paper-boat-blog.blogspot.com/2023/02/dal-feshuissimo-blog-45-un-maglione-per.html

[tllgrrl]

“Bucky Barnes aka “The White Wolf”, at The Met Gala sporting an outfit from the Maison VALENTINO Pink PP Collection for Fall 2022. Sam Wilson, aka Captain America, was seen in a black Gucci tux, and later in a Tom Ford tux. Both suits had a subtle nod to his uniform: a pair of wings hand embroidered on the back of the black jackets, in black silk thread. Other celebrity sightings included…”

Ayo turns and looks at Shuri. “This Met Gala outfit. Ingcuka Emhlope is dressed like he’s going to an NBA Playoff game, sitting court-side between E-40 and DJ Khaled.”

“It’s Piccioli for Valentino Fall 2022,” Okoye says, looking at the large monitor, scanning the crowd in the background. “I saw the show online. One of our War Dogs walked the runway. He placed a couple of cameras in the room. For…Security purposes, of course.”

“Of course, General.” Shuri giggles, “Let me know when you plan to go to New York. I want that jacket for when I’m visiting San Francisco and Oakland. It’s always cold there. Especially in the summer.

Anyway, Bucky mentioned the Gala, so I sent him some fashion links.” She smiles broadly, “I didn’t think he was looking for Looks! Quite impressive ‘fit, though.

Wait…no way!! Look!!!”

She pulls up a picture of Bucky, on the Red Carpet, next to actress Glenn Close, who was also wearing hot pink Valentino.

Shuri picks up her chirping cellphone and starts laughing.

“He sent me a text: I don’t know who this woman is, but she wanted me to be her escort tonight…to get close to Sam!”

Ayo shakes her head and tries not to smile at the notion of the White Wolf as Sam Wilson’s wingman. “I hope the Queen doesn’t see th—“

They all hear her before they see her:

“SHURI!?? Why is Mahlubandile dressed like a rapper at the Met Gala. Is this your doing?”

[Ayo, snapping to attention and whispering to herself] “Bast asikhusele…”

********After The Gala********

{“Hey, Mthandi!”}

“Hi, Kitten. I haven’t been this exhausted since…I can’t remember. I have someone here eager to talk to you—“

“Sarah Wilson? Glenn Close here!

First, please tell me you’re saying Yes when this adorable man Pops The Question. Oh, my! He’s actually blushing! Haven’t seen a man do that in years! As for me, I’ve got my eye on Captain America over there. Bucky tells me he’s your brother? We’ll talk, you and I.

Anyway! Bucky and I met at the Gala tonight. We were both wearing Valentino!! He showed me photos of you and your adorable sons. You should have been here! Both of you in Valentino would have been stunning! Hopefully you two can attend together next year.”

Sarah’s head almost feels like it’s spinning. The woman on the phone is talking so fast she can’t get a word in. Did she say Glenn Close??

“I wanted to say, next time I’m in New Orleans, I’d like to charter your boat for an afternoon on the water, and reserve your restaurant for dinner in the evening. Just a few friends. Dear Bucky gave me your card. You’ll be hearing from my assistant. I’ll give him back to you now! I’m looking forward to meeting you! Bye!

Okay, I’ve got to run. My people are over there waiting. It was so nice to meet you both! I’ll be in touch! Thank you dear. Oh, my! That arm is quite solid. Good night!!”

“Good night, ma’am! Kitten? You still there? I’m on my way back to my room.”

{“James, what just happened? Glenn Close wants to charter the boat and book the restaurant—? First, back up. Why on Earth are you dressed like it’s NBA All-Star Weekend? Baby…you look like Drake.”}

“Drake? I don’t know who that is…but you should see what Sam wanted me to wear. I swear, I would’ve looked like one of the chorus girls in Steve’s Captain America USO show. All…sparkly. Covered with some kind of crystals? Showoffski Crystals? I don’t know. Baby, it was a lot. Hold on…”

While waiting, Sarah scrolls through photos and articles about the Gala on her laptop, and hears the post-Gala conversation taking place on the phone:

(“Ayyyyyy, man! Aren’t you Captain America’s partner?”)

“Hi! Yeah, not partners. We’re co-work—“

(“You’re Bucky! Saw you in the Smithsonian. Never thought I’d actually meet you! Yeah! Look at you! That ‘fit is hella-tight, man!”)

“Yeah, that’s me. Actually it’s quite loose. Very comfortable despite the color...”

(Nah, I mean you look good, man! That’s that Valentino ‘fit, right? My Girl and I were lookin’ at pictures from Fashion Week and NBA All-Star Weekend. That’s the color, though!!”)

“Yes it is. Thanks! Hey, I’m sorry, I have to head up to my room. The dressers are waiting to get these clothes back, and the Team has a de-brief…”

(“Nah, man it’s cool, you’re off the clock. Me, too. It’s time to kick back. Just wanted to say you lookin’ good up in here, and Thank you for your Service, man. My gramps served in WW2. Pacific Theater.”)

“Thank you and your grandfather. You have a good night!

Baby…that’s been happening all night. I cannot wait to get home. I thought being on Team Cap was intense on a mission. This…Gala appearance…thing?”

{“Um…Mthandi?”}

“What…what is it. You have a tone…”

{“At ease, Sargent. Just wanted you to know that you…and that outfit…and Glenn Close? All over the internet.”}

“Great.”

{“There’s more…”}

“Of course there is. Do I want to know in this elevator…or in the hotel room after everyone is gone. Kitten? Sarah? Why are you laughing?”

{“The two of you actually look cute together! All color coordinated! And she’s giving you serious Heart Eyes! Uh-oh. James…according to reports, there’s already speculation that you…”}

“That I, what?”

{“…you and Ms. Close…”}

“What…”

{“…are seeing each other!”}

‘WHAT?!?”

{“And that’s why you were both wearing the same designer and color!!

James, am I gonna have to fight Glenn Close in the middle of Time Square over you?”}

“Intanda!”

{“I mean, she is closer to your age than I am.”}

“Stop that!”

{[mock sniffling] “I understand if you two have more in common…” [dramatic mock sobs]}

“Aw, baby! You know you’re the only one for me!! I don’t want some fancy actress. I want you. My fancy Boat Captain. I want you. Right now, desperately.”

{“Desperately? Mthandi…”}

“Yes, desperately. As in, as soon as I get out of this outfit, I’m heading back to Avengers Tower, going straight to fleet, getting on a QuinJet, and having Vision bring me home.”

{“You don’t have to do that—“}

“Yes, I do. I’ll be home in a few. Don’t wait up. Just be there.”

{“I will.”}

‘Ndiyakuthanda, Intanda.”

{“I love you, too. Oh! Mthandi?”}

“Yes?”

{“Are they letting you keep that jacket?”}

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For @btwxsixesandsevens who keeps me writing.

Thanks for the challenge!

(Fashion Forward White Wolf is now posted on AO3.)

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DRIVERS LICENSE; i

Pairing: Bang Chan x Idol! Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fake Dating! AU, Angst, Lovers to Enemies(?), Occasional Pining, Comedy, S for potential smut(??)

Summary: Y/N has become an overnight sensation with ‘Drivers License’, Breaking records left and right...But what if the press gets wind of the ill-matched lovers and their company decide it’s the perfect attention ploy?

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Swearing (a lot near the end), Drinking mention

A/N: this was meant to be a drabble... now it’s becoming a series...i’m sorry

“...and the winner of Inkigayo today is...Y/N with ‘Drivers License, Congratulations!”

You step towards the center of the stage and take the trophy and bouquet from a rookie idol, who flashes a bright smile at you, but you can see the envy in his eyes. You once had that same hunger and ambition that he seems to reek of, it’s a reminder of how far you’ve come.

Taking the mic, you begin to sing a more sultry and edgier vibe than usual, which seems to gather more screams from fans than usual. You remember what Seulgi taught you and gaze at the camera lens with a subtle pout, trying to capture the angst of the song in your gaze.

It feels ridiculous, feigning emotions you no longer feel, singing a song you begged the company not to put out in a corset fitted shirt that’ll leave your ribs sore and reddened. It’s pathetic and cliche, you quite literally sold your soul (well, heart) for fame. 

“Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street…”

Everyone behind you waves at the camera, signalling the show is ending. You leave last, taking several confetti bits for your scrapbook, which is the only thing keeping you from remembering this is all real. 

Backstage, Iris and San are waiting in your dressing room, they greet you with proud grins and slaps on the back. 

“Well, if it isn’t miss twelve...no, thirteen wins in two weeks.” San praises, enveloping you in a hug.

“Could be thirteen by tomorrow~” Hums Iris in a sing-song tone.

A groan leaves your lips, while slumping into an uncomfortable chair. You tune out their excited plans for your makeup and hair tomorrow, San says something about an end of year Award show.

All you want is to go home to your empty dormitory and sleep.

When you finally arrive to the ‘comfort’ of your ‘studio apartment’ (box room), it isn’t long before you strip down to your pyjamas and aggressively rub off the layers of makeup that seem to cling to every pore and fine line of your face. The cold air from the fan soothes the aching of your body from your strict workout routine. You stay awake until 4am, reading comments from netizens and replying to fans on your fancafe, it  was hard not to become obsessed with checking what people thought; whether they loved or loathed you.

[+184 -93] Y/N is talented, but they look devoid of emotion since last week...maybe singing a song so personal isn’t a good idea….what if the person it’s about hears it…..

User FYL**8 was right, it had become draining trying to convey emotions you’d long let go of. Your debut song was fresh and fun, it didn’t garner much attention but at least you hadn’t had to fake emotions and relive your first heartbreak.

Although the memories of the breakup didn’t hurt as much, the happiest ones were the most painful. The feeling of ignorance, thinking he meant forever and believing him completely...it was all so distant yet felt a fingertip away.

That night you slept with a heavy heart, remembering what it felt like when he’d hold you close and right and kiss you on the head to soothe your worries. Why did it have to end? Why like that? You try to drift into a nice sleep after another exhausting day but to no avail, thoughts of him are flooding every thought. Has he heard it? There was no way he hadn’t, he loved to check out every ranking song for inspiration or for another artist to add to his monthly playlist. 

Would he get angry? Sad? Laugh at your pathetic feelings? He was right in the end, when it came down to it you only shared your feelings when it was too late.

Stupid Christopher fucking Bang.

It wasn’t often you’d refer to him as Chan, you had met him when he only saw it as another name for himself that he hardly used. Back when his hair had been fluffed up curls that he couldn’t contain and his light freckles weren’t covered by BB Cream. When he didn’t belong to the world and only loved you.

After months of forcing yourself not to, you hastily search “Stray kids Bang Chan + Y/N”, Then “Stray Kids Y/N” and finally “Skz Y/N”. The results are minimal and far inbetween, mostly tweets from fans wishing for a collab and oddly enough one person making edited photos of you and them, which are so convincing you have to remind yourself you hadn’t met them.

Thoughts drift to his friends, the ones who didn’t know Chris was even seeing someone and had been for over a year. They tried to sugarcoat it, say they forgot, it’s hard to keep track when you’re training and all that. 

The sinking feeling you felt when Minho asked how long you’d been together, guessing a month at most. When you did reply, ears burning with embarrassment he coughed and muttered “Oh.’, That had stung.

Everything had seemed so perfect, until you opened your eyes and saw it for what it was.

You don’t end up sleeping much, two hours at most, Then it’s time to get ready and head to the Broadcast Studio for today’s event. All you know is it’s a show about giving advice, the reviews aren’t great but you aren’t allowed to turn anything down because fame is a double-edged sword that you can barely grasp as is.

Iris and San are already waiting for you when you get there, within minutes makeup is being patted into your skin and your outfit is laid out on the chair next to you.

“Sleep more, Y/N-ah, I had to use a double coverage concealer to hide your dark circles.” Iris said in a fretful tone.

“I try, it’s hard being famous.” You reply jokingly, flipping your hair the best you can. Iris smacks your hand away and frantically finds her hairspray.

Within twenty minutes you’re dressed and not one hair is out of place, San pulls you aside with an uncharacteristically stern face. 

“The company have specific goals for sending you here, they want you to delve into a story of heartbreak to comfort today’s victim, while keeping anonymity and remaining as vague as you can.” 

Of course, even a show about helping others is fictional.

You nod solemnly and prepare to go on air, sitting on a cushion next to a popular comedian who doesn’t bother to even look at you. A well-known Streamer is on your other side and you begin polite small talk, which seems to irritate the host.

“We’re on in 3,2….1!” A sharp click follows the director’s queue and the host bursts right into the introduction.

After you’re introduced it’s easy to tune out, you couldn’t give a shit about that stuck-up comedian and the actress to their right. Instead you think of how the fuck you’re supposed to conjure up an emotional performance with little to no time to prepare.

‘My ex-boyfriend hid me for almost two years’ no, not even worthy of a cheap gossip magazine. ‘I thought my boyfriend loved me, turns out he loved his career more’ Maybe...but you sound too needy. 

“Today’s guest is Lee Chaeun of Suwon! Tell us your story, please.” 

You turn to look at the guest who walks onto the set and sits at the head of the pillow mats. She’s clearly a young girl, her baby face is covered by face-framing layers of shiny black hair and her eyes are already glassy.

“Last year, I began dating my crush after years of admiring him from afar...Everything seemed so perfect until last week….He dumped me by text message saying he needed space and now he’s with someone new..” Chaeun bursts into tears and the host fakes a sympathetic face and passes her a box of tissues.

“Ah, you’re young...you don’t know anything yet. This is a normal phase for teenagers, men realise themselves and break girls down so they become beautiful women. It’s just a case of a little girl not wanting to grow up!” Chimes in the Comedian, who talks about his falsities as if they’re facts.

The audience erupts into laughter and the heartbroken teenager lowers her head in embarrassment. Which only makes you more enraged, Who told that guy he was funny?

“Chaeun has every right to be upset!” You exclaim, cutting through the laugher like a hot knife. “When a relationship ends when everything seems alright for one person, it's cruel. Being blindsided isn’t a joke. It hurts and she deserves closure, and to move on someday to a better person..What happened to her shouldn’t happen to anyone!”  You barely register a gentle hand on top of yours, far too surprised by the fact there are tears dripping down your face. Crying wasn’t an option, so you pull yourself together and apologise to Chaeun and the host you cannot stand.

“Y/N, You seemed personally moved by Chaeun’s story, have you experienced a painful breakup?” The host asks curiously.

“You could say that,” You begin with a wry smile. “I was with someone who lived a double life, they were completely different when they were with other people...Things ended when I was still planning for future dates...it made me realise how fake they were.”

The guests all nod and you squeeze Chaeun’s hand, she smiles at you seeming relieved that she isn’t the only one who has felt this kind of pain. 

Everything goes smoothly after that, other guests chime in and the actress that seemed snobby is openly discussing her ex vomiting all over her Valentinos. You can’t help but wonder if the company really suggested this, or if it was divine intervention (Choi San, your manager). 

You don’t feel so alone anymore, everyone is guaranteed several things, two being love and heartbreak of some kind. 

“Thanks to singer Y/N and actress Sojung, Chaeun was able to feel a little better...Thank you for joining us on ‘Help No Counsellor!’, Join us next week when…’

“Choi San, you sneaky bastard.”

He tries to act surprised but a shit-eating grin soon overtakes his acting, Iris shakes her head and zips her makeup bag closed. It isn’t long until you’re all at The Min’s enjoying red bean bread and warm tea.  “What does inept even mean? I’m assuming it’s a good thing because Wooyoung kissed me after saying it.” San mentions, his lips curving upwards at the fond memory.

“I’d have to agree with Woo, it fits you perfectly.” You reply, circling around his question while Iris tries not to choke on her food.

Fits of laughter die down when you spot a familiar face, Lee Mijoo. 

Her blonde hair flows down her back in loose curls and her soft eyes seem to enchant everyone, admittedly even you for a short time.Behind her is a slightly taller figure dressed in all black and your stomach drops.They don’t seem to notice your presence, so you decide to use this valuable time to hide behind a menu. 

San and Iris try to play along best they can, but it is quite distressing that all of this has happened so suddenly, with no prior warning. But he did bring you here, a lot. So it’s amusing to see his date ideas haven't changed. 

As he’s walking past you he pauses, and you want to shrivel into a hole and die, He’s clearly recognised you but can’t be 100% sure due to The Min’s menu covering your entire face. 

“Y/N?” 

Shit. You cannot hide from this.

Slowly taking the menu away and placing it down on the table you smile at him, maybe a little too forced but it’s the best you can do. His hair is blonde now, his curls are long gone but his smile is as genuine as ever. 

Stupid Christopher Bang and his stupid ‘I-totally-didn’t-break-your-heart’ attitude.

“Chan, nice to see you. Still obsessed with their double shots?” You humoured, he seemed grateful for that.

“Oh, absolutely...and I see you’re still not saving any bean bread for anyone else.” 

You laugh, it’s a bittersweet one at best but nevertheless it’s a laugh.

'Well it’s great to see you again, I’d love to exchange numbers if that’s alright?” 

Without thinking you nod and oblige him, much to your friend’s disappointment which is evident by their glares. Mijoo exchanges smiles with everyone, who could hate her? She was funny, kind hearted and beautiful in every aspect. 

When they finally leave to their outside seats you breathe a sigh of relief and sink into the chair.Iris strokes your hair and San grabs more snacks to go, the walk home isn’t peaceful. It’s awkward and silent, which only makes your head spin more. When you drop off Iris you know a lecture is coming, San hates doing it but you know he tells you what you need to hear, even if it hurts.

“Look, I’m happy you were able to brush off all the hurt today but earlier on you were crying about….this. Don’t give him the power to hurt you twice.”

“You’re right, thanks Sannie.” You reply, taking his arm and smiling at the warmth of his (Wooyoung’s) fuzzy coat. 

Once San leaves and you get inside, it’s a matter of minutes before you hop in the shower and get rid of all the hairspray and mascara that’s been making you itch all day. The warm water soothes away your nerves and the impending frostbite from being outside in the cold for far too long. 

Once you feel clean and somewhat scalded you step out onto warm fluffy towels (cheap warm fluffy towels with holes in them) and get situated for bed.

Just as you exit the bathroom your phone rings and you answer immediately, it’s probably Iris wanting you to play a new Among Us mod with her. 

“Iris?”

“Uh, no, Chris.” 

“Oh.” is your initial reply, why would he call you at midnight?

“Where you asleep? I’m sorry I’ll call back another ti-”

“No!” You interject, much too eagerly. “No...it’s fine. I’m not even in bed yet.”

“Oh” He sounds relieved, much the opposite of you.

“I just wanted to congratulate you...The song, it’s great. What’s it like actually singing one you wrote?”

“Great,” You admit with a smile he can't see, “It feels...genuine. I Couldn't stand the thought of giving the song away.”

“I can see why.” He replies in an unreadable tone.

“Did it make you uncomfortable? Me singing...about-”

“No, why would it?” He cuts in, he sounds slightly agitated.

“Look, Chan, I’m sorry. I should’ve texted you, well I did but you changed your number. But it’s my story too, okay? I needed to heal somehow.”

Minutes pass with no answer, as if he’s trying to think of exactly what to say without getting more irritated or to spare your feelings.

“When did I become Chan?” His voice comes out wavering,and it hurts you.

“That’s what everyone calls you now, you’re not just Chris the trainee anymore.” You reply in a gentle way, trying to ease the building tension.

“But to you, when did I stop being Chris?”

“Probably when you broke my heart,” You deadpan, before adding a ‘kidding’ and bullshit reason.

“You weren’t kidding, but you broke mine too. Don’t make me the bad guy.”

This had taken you aback, you had been in a perfectly happy relationship for almost two years and then he changed his mind, said he wasn’t happy and it wasn’t your fault. When the fuck did you break his heart?

“When exactly did that happen?” You query, “Before or after Mijoo?”

Chan lets out a dry laugh, “Don’t talk about what you don’t understand.”

“Well what does it matter? You never told me shit anyways.” You snapped.

“That’s because you wouldn’t fucking listen. Maybe to you it was all sunshine and roses but I was struggling, I changed and outgrew us. I didn’t want to but you were stuck in dreamland where we’d debut at the same time and live happily ever after. I realised it wasn’t going to happen and set you free so you wouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” You bark,”Fucking embarrassed of what exaclty? I left that shithole you call your company by choice and worked my way up. I’m not embarrassed, but you should be. You’re a fucking sellout Christopher Bang.”

Before he can reply you end the call and throw your phone at the wall, it would’ve broken only for the forty dollar case the store assistant convinced you to buy. You burst into tears just like you had that night when it all came crashing down. He must’ve loved seeing you in pain, because he keeps doing it even now.

That night, you wish for everything to go back to a time before him and the heartbreak that followed.

It’s early on a Friday when you’re called into a board meeting with the CEO, Director and San, who looks like someone stepped on his clay masterpiece. You still haven’t been told anything and as the minutes pass by you wonder if they found out about you getting drunk at Club Suran several weeks back. What if someone saw San there too? What if–

Suddenly the doors open and in walks JYP’s CEO, followed by several others and finally Chris. He looks as confused as you, but you quickly look away before he spots you. Last night was still fresh in your mind and you didn’t need anymore reminders or conversations with him.

“Dispatch has sent us several photos of you two together, spanning several years.” Your CEO announces, an Executive pulling the photos up on the screen behind her. “Including one from yesterday.”

“That was a coincidence, we broke up a long time ago.” You admit, she seems satisfied with your answer and nods, which makes you remember that damned dating ban you have.

“Usually, we’d shoot down these rumours immediately...but this could be quite beneficial to both Stray Kids and Y/N.” JYP’s CEO adds, “Stock prices have shown a rise for both of your albums, and real time searches are at an all time high.” 

“I have a girlfriend.” Chan states, arms folded. “So that’s out of the question if you’re implying we fake a relationship.”

“Look Bang Chan,” Begins one of the Advisors, “It’s all for show, we’ll plan every detail and your girlfriend will keep her mouth shut if she knows what's good for her. Frankly, our sales aren't what they used to be and you need this, if you want complete musical and artistic control.”

Chan takes a while to think, you know this is all he’s wanted. Control over everything he and the boys put out there, with no censorship or edits by anyone else. Your CEO assures you you’ll also benefit from the agreement, including your debt fully cleared and money in your bank account as soon as you sign on the dotted line.

“How long does this last?” You ask, pen in hand.

“Twelve months, then you’re free again.” 

Chan looks to you for conformation and you ignore him, signing it and standing up to leave. You only stop to sign more formalities and then you and San head back to your local coffee shop. 

“Well, you sure have a funny way of moving on.”