#Vertical Chill

[mrchill]

Anne, and all the details a glass of water brings © Chill · +

[hrsshoe]

[daughterofsarenrae]

Kal-El might not be the smartest fish but at least he's pretty!

[boxowo]

hi son. what the fuck are u doing

[peacefulsoulignite]

brick by brick i built this shit 🥂✨

[woundedheartwithin]

I think people look at me wearing all black with band tees and sneakers and 14mm tunnels in my ears and think I don’t know shit about horses. And like… I’ve had my gelding for a decade. I’ve ridden him basically everywhere in every situation you can imagine. Yeah, I’m a core kid, but I’m also a certified horse girl, and I have the back problems to prove it lmao

[boyc4t]

love looking out the window and gasping at a beautiful sunset

[nezumithewriter]

Okay now i just have verical side profile michael mell wearing weed socks stuck in my synapses forever now

I could be wrong but I haven’t seen anyone post these pictures on here so?? Here You Go

[rheya28]

Red Mirage Nightclub ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Welcome to Mirage, the hottest nightclub in Oasis Springs! As you step inside, you're greeted by a sultry sea of crimson lights that pulse to the rhythm of the music. Red Mirage features a dance floor that is alive with energy and seductive scarlet glow as well as plush lounge areas that offer a retreat for intimate conversations.

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Rheya's Notes:

●Ok so I meant to do a different theme for this lot but ended up creating a club similar to club tropics since I thought it would fit oasis spring vibes lol I guess you can call this club tropics 2.0. ●This club includes karaoke rooms so you can set this to a karaoke bar if you'd like

➽ Important Notes:

●Please make sure to turn bb.moveobjects on! ● Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ● Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file ● Feel free to edit/tweak my builds, but please make sure to credit me as the original creator! ● Thank you to all CC Creators ● Please let me know if there's any problem with the build

➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: Red Mirage Nightclub Lot type: Nightclub Lot size: 30 x 20 Location: Oasis Spring

➽ MODS

● Tool Mod by Twisted Mexi

➽ CC List

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[moonsaver]

Secret.

Sunday finds his dear assistant covered in blood. The profession of your love is tainted.

TW; blood, mutilation, yandere and obsessive tendences, non/subcon(?)[just kissing].

Yandere!reader x Sunday.

A/n; a very short drabble i just worked on. I might make something similar for aventurine and the others.

It was the 5th.

Work had been scheduled accordingly; planners, calenders, diary entries, notepads, all came to a simple culmination of a small schedule for the entire month compiling his work.

You were his assistant – the calm, almost uncaring one. Apathetic. Almost dangerously so.

And you prove that part to him tonight.

There's blood staining your pristine clothes. Your usual white collar slumped against your neck, tainted with blood. It's a horrific, vertical splatter over your shirt; even staining your black slacks, which he notices later. He stands so still he's unsure he breathes for a moment.

"[Name]."

Your eye twitches. He spots the mutilated victim behind you. Their finger twitches, too.

He stays quiet. Both of you do. For the first time, Sunday feels fear.

Fear, not the kind that made his stomach drop, when he heard news of his sister's injury. Fear, not the kind when it came to Penacony. Fear, not the kind that plagued his mind when it came to shouldering so much burden it almost crushed him.

Fear. The kind that chilled his spine. The kind that made him feel the night air halt in it's steps. Fear, that paralyzes him like a gazelle caught in the periphery of a wolf's.

"..there isn't an explanation for this, is there?"

He states, almost factually. Yet his voice is quiet, almost hoping you refute him.

"There is. But not the kind you look for.'

You reply. For the first time,

He sees you smile.

Your teeth are pretty – slightly dull under the dim light, the faint wet film over them reflecting the minimal light like a pearl under a sun shower. The blood is smudged at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes are starkly dead. The most empty he's seen them.

But he realizes he's mistaken – they're not empty.

They're full of something.

Something so thick and illusionary, he almost mistook it for emptiness.

"I love you, you know."

You whisper, the sweetness of your voice making him flinch. Your eyes crinkle more in sickening desire when they catch it.

"Always have."

Your hands clasp together, tightly. The blood is slightly sticky, yet dry at the same time, the friction of it making your skin squeak in protest, faintly.

"..who did you kill?"

Sunday's wings are slightly stretched out – alarm, fear, anxiousness. Threatened.

"Competition."

He almost shudders at your answer. Your voice is hollow.

"You won't miss them."

You say, tilting your head slightly. The same, unfamiliar, sweet smile on your face beckons him closer. It's an expression so foreign he imagines you would have ripped it off of someone else's face sooner than believe you are this delighted. But when you step into the light, your eyes swallow and drink in every bit of it into them. He finds himself believing you more and more.

He flinches again; a split second of contemplation. He should stand his ground, shouldn't he? He's awfully torn between facing you or the dead body. The dark covers the more grotesque and mutilated part of it.

You're smiling, so widely he imagines it hurts. Your eyes are so thick with desire he shudders, his wings twitching out as the cogs of his mind jam and creak, refusing to turn.

It's almost tempting. He wonders, for a moment, what would it be like to give?

You take another step closer, and he takes one back. Your smile falters. But it returns when your eyes look at him. It's fainter this time, almost dreamy, than the looming one you had before. You lean forward, hands clasped behind your back. Your wet shirt slightly shifts, the collar dropping a bit to give him a wider view of your skin underneath. He swallows thickly, his eyebrows scrunched as his eyes dart between warning and desire.

"I've always wanted you to take a break. This is the perfect time, isn't it?'

You take another step forward, and your shoe squelches. It makes him evidently twitch, his eyes slightly cringing at the sound, wings folding in defensively. You seem to take some sickening pleasure in it.

"Mr. Sunday. I'm sure we can work a compromise."

He doesn't notice when it happens. His eyes are unfocused when he stares at the body – he wonders how cold the skin must be by now, or the spasms of the muscles, or–

Just how warm your breath was.

He doesn't realize it until you're right up in his face. Your nose touches his, but your lips hover, as if asking for permission. Your eyes bore into his.

"Sun, don't you think your assistant needs a reward?"

Your hands grab at the opening of his coat - he would gently chide you if it wasn't for the grim scenario. He doesn't dare move, eyes widening as he looks down at you, your own lovesick and half lidded.

"No one's coming between us. Not even you."

Your lips are warm, when they press against his. He's careful not to stray too far, lest he tastes the blood on the corner of your mouth.

---

[themultifanshipper]

My personal NSFW headcannons about the drivers

(Consider this my 2k special)

Max VERStappen. Enough said. He likes being on top, on the bottom, against the wall, pressed into the mattress, holding you up while he fucks you. He doesn't care. He'll do anything to please and he enjoys every second of it. Also very good with his mouth. Also likes being manhandled despite his size. Big dick. Also he yaps, in any language he sees fit, he knows many languages, and knows how to dirty talk in every. Single. One.

Lando likes to get fucked by older men. It's written in the stars. I'm still not over that video where he's at some random dad's house on a booty call. And when he's not getting bent over by dilfs, he's got the strength and flexibilty to rail you in any and every position imaginable. He knows how to move his hips. He's a bit clumsy in bed, but he's a quick learner, and makes up for it in enthusiasm.

Oscar is rarely gonna be a dom. He can if he wants, but most of the time he's giggly and soft and passionate and submissive. Also I can imagine him being very into fingering. Like being one of the rare ones (let's be real) that can actually find your clit and your g-spot. He will overstimulate you for hours without his arm getting tired. He has the lesbian manicure. Also I think he's a yapper. He will talk you through it, and the words that come out of his mouth can be shocking.

Charles is down to have sex absolutely anywhere. Car, shower, club bathrooms, stuck elevators, drivers room, swimming pools, yachts, and he might even have an exhibitionist streak. Also idk why but I can see him being very into doggy style and maybe even anal. (It is a cliché about the french and he's as close as it gets). And he makes you cockwarm him when he plays the piano on days where he's frustrated and just wants some intimacy

Carlos is very good with his hands. Foreplay is essential to him. Have you seen that tongue? He'll eat you out for hours. And he's generally slow and sensual and passionate, but on the odd occasion he'll let loose and go deeper and harder, for once putting his own pleasure first.

Pierre is french, therefore likes doggystyle, I don't make the rules. But for real he does I swear. He likes it rough: hair pulling, spanking, etc... and doggy is perfect for him to control the pace. He likes anal too. That man eats ass. Also tripod. I bet it's true. Also I have much to say about catholic guilt but that's for another day. Also very into cum. Coming on your face is a must after every blowjob.

Esteban is also french, so he likes it from behind, but he's more of an "against the wall" type of guy. Or he'll bend you over a surface that's at the right level, bc it can be hard to fuck vertically due to his height. Oh and he also likes men. I can't explain it, but he does. He is friends with Lance. Two bisexual besties ya get me?

Fernando is wild. That old man has fucked the entire paddock and when his biography comes out it will be banned in several countries. But for real that is a bisexual old man if I've ever seen one. He's got that spanish sensuality going for him, and he is passionate. His endurance is off the charts. His neckkk??? He's another one that will fuck you literally anywhere. If you are horny, he is horny, and will pull you into a broom closet for a quickie if he needs to.

Lance fucks man, he fucks. And he rails. Like you can call him babygirl all you want, but I think he's fully capable of putting you in your goddamn place when he wants to. He's chill, but I feel like he has some kind of alter ego in bed, like he's into role play? Idk I feel like he'd be into that. And like mentioned before, he likes men. And he subs.

Alex is a sweetheart and is probably very chill in bed most of the time. But I reckon he's got a wild streak. Maybe a lil bit of throatfucking every now and then? Bit of overstimulation? Edging? He's good with his hands. He can be such a little shit if you get him in the right mood. He has fire in his eyes. Huge tease. Huge.

George is another one that is good with his hands. He may be generally lanky and stiff, but his fingering skills make up for it. Have you seen them? Yeah, he knows how to use them, we've all seen that video right? With the f1 seat model? Need I say more? Also he either has a massive dick or a tiny one, I can't decide.

Liam is a fuckboy. A nice one, but a fuckboy none the less. His entire personality is Flash goddamn McQueen. Another one that will rail you from behind at any given opportunity. And that mf does.not.give.up. He will make you come, but it might take a while, he's still young, he's got time to learn. He's got a big dick tho <3

Lewis has been around the block. He will fuck anyone, anywhere, anyhow. He's a switch at heart, but when he was younger? That boy was getting pounded for being the biggest brat ever. Now, he still has that rebellious streak that pushes him to be a little shit from time to time, but now he ends up being the tease AND the dom. Also not to perpetuate stereotypes but... his bulge? Yeah, he packin' alright

Nico is ken. He lives to please. He's there to give. I think he's a massive sweetheart in bed, passionate and ready to give you the night of your goddamn life. He will make sure you are having a good time at every given opportunity. And if you aren't moaning like a bitch in heat? He's not happy. He'll get rough if he needs to. Don't try to fake it with him, he will make you come as many times as it takes until you apologise.

Yuki is a switch. Sometimes he'll be in the mood to pound you through the mattress, if he's had a bad day or just wants to switch things up. The smaller the body the more concentrated the rage, or however the saying goes. Other times he'll let you ride him until he's crying in overstimulation. He whimpers. All.The.Time. Also I know saying food sex is cliche, but I know a couple of chefs, they've all dabbled in in whipped cream and chocolate a few times. Even I've fucked while eating pizza once

Ollie looks like the definition of a good boy, but I think he's pretty much up for anything in bed. I swear he could tease you for hours, and have his signature grin plastered on his face the entire time. He'll fuck you till the sun rises if you've been bad, but he's also up for giggly fun sex. Depends on the mood.

Kimi is a child. (Just kidding) But if he weren't Italian (and fucking JACKED) I would think he's a virgin. But I see you Andrea Kimi Antonelli. I see those sultry eyes you give all the older men around you. He knows how to get what he wants, and anyone who's seen him shirtless gets whiplash from the contrast between his face and his body.

Jack is rideable. By that I mean he will sit on the couch, and take great pleasure in watching you ride him. If you get tired he won't flip you over, he'll just use his strength to bounce you on his cock. Also his nose. Also I bet he has the filthiest fucking mouth. Australians tend to be good at dirty talk don't ask me how I know that

Isack is french (algerian) so you know what that means... yup, fuckin doggy. And he's cocky too. He seems shy, but if he's with someone he feels comfortable around, or if he's been flirting with you for a while, he's a whole different beast. I can see him coming up behind you and whispering filth in your ear just to see you squirm in public. But he's still careful, he will not fuck where somebody could catch him.

Bortoleto I don't know much about, but from what I've observed he looks like he can be an absolute sadist when he wants to be. He loves shoving his dick down people's throats just to shut them up, I'm convinced of it.

Franco is a bottom. And if he tops he's not in control. He has a face that you want to ruin, and he wants you to ruin him. Those lips? Made to be wrapped around a cock/strap/fingers. He's so fucking good with his mouth (that's canon) and he's shameless with it. Also shoutout to his exhibitionist streak because have you seen him? He's shirtless 24 fucking 7.

Bonus:

Sebastian Vettel: Back in his RB days he would go around riling people up just to get them to fuck him. That twink was a menace, and he took great joy in teasing his older gridmates. Today, he's much more chilled. He's a huge flirt, signature grin still prominent, but he's now got the experience and mentality to be dominant. He's a tease. He likes using toys. He's done it all by now, but sex is still a huge part of his life, because a sex drive like his is difficult to satiate. I volunteer

Daniel Ricciardo: he has a farm in the middle of nowhere, and knows where the good spots are. (That is a euphemism) He knows what he's doing. He knows what he looks like, and he knows that his nose is one of his most popular features. He will always end sex covered in something. Whether it's your cum after having made you squirt, or his own cum if the situation called for it. (Like being tied up and teased hmmmM?) Very into bodily fluids.

Logan Sargeant: By default he'll top just out habit, and he loves being a tease. But if you catch him in the right mood, you can have him whimpering and whining, begging to come while tears run down his cheeks. He's not ashamed of his submissive side, he kind of likes being able to let loose like that with someone he trusts.

[valentineblacker]

Archispirostreptus gigas, Giant African millipede. Harmless.

closer to god (1994)

halo nine: uk vinyl part 1

We shot for two days, the second day was a lot of the band portraits and the first day was just the bugs, which is that Closer To God cover. I never shot still lifes of bugs before. We shot like 50 different pictures of bugs, and this is the one that turned out to be the cover. Trent was there the whole day, because he wanted to hang out with the bugs - Joseph Cultice

[chelseacult]

Wait Your Turn

Laura Freigang x Reader

Summary: you and Laura take a trip to the beach, her camera ready to capture whatever catches her eye (spoiler: it's you).

Word Count: 2.6k words

Laura’s suggestion to spend an evening together at the beach was met with instant hesitation on your part. After the grueling training session you’d experienced this morning, all you really wanted to do was lay in bed and call it an early night, preferably in your girlfriend’s arms. With a soft peck to your lips and a whispered promise, she convinced you that it’d be a calm night, nothing to focus on but her and the sound of the waves. 

Walking hand in hand along the cool sand with your shoes dangling from your free hands, the tide shifts unpredictably, causing crisp waves to occasionally rush up to your bare ankles. The earlier hope you felt of tonight being relaxing comes to a halt when Laura suggests walking along the pier that runs vertically to the expanse of blue water beneath it. 

“Want to walk down the pier?” Laura asks, turning to you with a soft smile—the same one that instantly had you falling for her the first time you saw it.

You turn to look toward the pier she’s referring to. The combined chaos of the bright lights, wandering surfers, teenage lovers, and parents chasing after their children is overwhelming, even from afar. A groan leaves your lips before you even realize it. 

“Ugh. Not really,” you respond as you turn back in her direction.

“Please?” she drawls out, dropping the shoes in her hand and paying absolutely no mind to the splash of water that surges up as a result, drenching both her shoes and the bottom of your jeans.

“Babe-” you start with the intention of lecturing her about the shoes that are now bobbing in the water, but she cuts you off.

“I want to get some pictures. Five minutes, and we can leave,” she presses, turning towards you. She steps closer and wraps her now free arm around your neck, pulling you into her as her other hand slips from yours and finds solstice on your waist.

“That’s why you brought me here? To get pictures for your photo book?” you gasp, feigning offense as your lips turn down into a faux pout.

Laura tilts her head playfully, mimicking your pout before leaning forward to rest her forehead on yours. She gently rubs her nose along yours, and you groan internally, knowing full well you’re about to give in to her. The way she’s smiling at you expectantly, paired with the softness of her actions, makes the thought of saying no to her weigh heavier on your limbs than the exhaustion you’re feeling. It’s almost subconscious when you lean in to press your lips to hers.

She reciprocates immediately, the two of you keeping the kiss slow at first. The slow movement of her hand up to tangle in your hair sends a shiver down your spine, and you press yourself closer to her on instinct. The warmth of her body against yours helps distract from the increasing chill of the evening air.

Too engrossed with the feeling of her mouth on yours, you don’t notice the water moving in again until you feel a rush of water around your ankles. You flinch slightly, causing Laura to stifle a laugh against your lips before she pulls back slightly.

“The pier? Please,” she asks again, the same smile on her face as when she first asked.

“Fine,” you say, your words intertwined with an exaggerated sigh. You’re sure that the matching smile on your face gives you away, undermining your facade of mock resignation. 

She leans in to kiss your cheek. “Ich liebe dich,” she whispers as she pulls away. “Just five minutes,” she adds.

“We both know ‘five minutes’ to you is more like 30 minutes.” 

 “So you’re already prepared for it. Perfect!” Laura doesn’t argue, opting for a swift, satisfied nod before shifting her attention over to her shoes, which are now floating in the water several feet away. She directs her gaze back to you, her eyes full of playful disappointment. 

“Amazing. They’re drenched. Why’d you let me do that?” 

“I tried to stop you! You were too busy manhandling me,” you scoff lightheartedly. 

“You don’t mind,” Laura murmurs before shifting closer to you. She slides her hands down your sides, fingers lightly trailing across the damp fabric of your shirt before giving a squeeze to your waist. She keeps her eyes on you the entire time, which only increases the butterflies that have already erupted in your stomach. 

To your surprise, she doesn’t mention the blush that you can feel making its way across your face, but the growing smirk on her face tells you that she’s well aware of its presence. 

“It’s okay. We’re at the beach, I don’t need shoes. No one will care.” She throws you a lifeline as she pulls away, giving you a second to catch your breath. She starts her stride in the direction of the pier, and you grab her shoes from the water before following after her.

⟡

The walk down the pier may have been nicer if your girlfriend wasn’t constantly pulling away from you. Every two minutes, and despite your resulting exasperated exhales, she’d yank her hand from yours to lift her camera and take a new photo. She filled her camera with pictures of the sky, seagulls perched on the railing, exhausted surfers still clad in their wetsuits, and a rogue dog devouring a fallen hotdog. It was enough to fill an entire photo book, really.

After watching her linger for one shot too many, you finally grab her hand with a dramatic sigh, grasping it tight enough to ensure she doesn’t slip away again. You weave your way through the crowds of bodies, successfully dragging Laura to a quieter spot.

“No more photos, please. Your camera’s getting more of your attention than I am.” You try to keep your tone lighthearted but internally hope she picks up on the silent plea beneath your words. The way her fingers loosen on the camera, paired with the subtle softening of her features as she lifts her eyes to meet yours, tells you that she does.

“Sorry, Schatz. No more pictures,” she says genuinely as she lets the camera fall from her grasp, the strap around her neck catching it as it rests against her torso. The moment her hands are free, she reaches for yours and tugs you closer.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” you tease with a smirk, allowing her to pull you closer.

“You should!” she assures before sliding one of her hands up your arm, pausing on your bicep as her thumb traces gentle circles against your skin. She moves closer, closing the distance until there’s barely enough space to breathe. She tilts her head, nuzzling her cheek against yours as she whispers, “You have all of my attention now, I promise.” 

You swear you’re about to say something—maybe tease her again about her photography obsession, or maybe just revel in the moment, but then you catch the sunset out of the corner of your eye.

“Look! The sunset,” you say, pulling away from her embrace to point out to the horizon where streaks of red, orange, and yellow paint the sky above the water. She doesn’t shift her gaze though, keeping it on you instead. 

“Pretty,” she says with a smirk. Your attempt at shielding the blush that takes over your face is useless, if the evergrowing smirk on her face tells you anything.

You step behind her, gently placing your hands on either side of her head before turning it toward the sunset, leaving her no choice but to finally look in its direction. Your hands trail down from her head before settling around her waist. Pulling her closer, you lean forward to rest your head on her shoulder. She lets out a gentle hum as she threads her fingers through yours, leaning back to settle into your embrace.

After spending a few minutes basking in the warmth of your girlfriend’s body against yours, Laura turns her head back toward yours, her cheek brushing against yours for the second time tonight. 

“Now the sunset’s getting all of your attention.” Despite not seeing her face clearly, you can picture the faux pout she’s making, one that’s likely similar to the expression you sent her way earlier in the night.

“It’s only fair,” you mutter in response. Despite your words, you press a quick peck to her lips before pulling back. She makes a sound of protest as you pull back before turning her head further, pressing a kiss to your cheek in return, her lips lingering for a beat or two. You can’t help the quiet laugh that leaves your mouth. 

You eventually turn your head back toward the sunset, resting it on her shoulder again and tightening your arms around her. “You should take a photo,” you whisper.

“Good idea,” she says, pulling away from you and lifting the camera that’s been hanging around her neck. She turns to face you, stepping back to put a bit of space between you. 

“Smile!” she grins as she raises the camera to her eye. She gives you no time to prepare before the flash goes off, momentarily blinding you. 

“Lau! Warn me next time!” you groan, attempting to blink away the spots in your vision. She lowers the camera and glances down at the screen, looking at it for a moment before a quiet giggle escapes her lips. 

“This is going in my next photo book.” Her laughter is playful, but you see something soften in her eyes the longer her gaze lingers on the screen, and her laughter fades into a smile.

“Ew, no, delete it. That’s disgusting,” you groan again, reaching for the camera to delete it yourself.

Laura gasps dramatically, yanking the camera out of your reach. A look of pure disbelief flashes across her face, like she genuinely cannot comprehend how that thought could even cross your mind. “Excuse me? Have you ever seen a photo of yourself?”

“Plenty. This one is terrible,” you respond, unamused. Laura scoffs. 

“Well, I love it. And I love you. So I’m keeping it,” she smiles. You roll your eyes, feeling slightly betrayed at the way your heart skips a beat at her words. You repeat the declaration back to her, and the smile that involuntarily graces your features is a small manifestation of the warmth she’s just sent spreading through you. 

“Love me enough to let me take a photo of you?” you ask with a knowing grin, well aware of Laura’s constant reluctance to let anyone other than herself so much as touch her camera.

Her hesitance is palpable as she clutches her camera a bit tighter. She glances down at it, almost as if she’s searching for an answer in the object staring back at her. When she looks back up and catches the way you’re smiling at her, you’re pleasantly surprised at how quickly her resolve falters.

“Fine. Just one photo. But if you mess with any of my settings, I’ll hold it against you forever,” she exhales dramatically as she extends the camera to you. You handle it with extra care as you take it from her hands, if only to ease the lingering hesitation you’re sure is running rampant through her mind.

“Forever is a long time,” you remark as you glance down at the camera, attempting to familiarize yourself with it.

“Good thing we’re spending it together then.” Her words cause you to glance back up. She shrugs when your eyes meet hers, a small smile pulling at her lips as if she just said the most obvious thing in the world.

“Good thing,” you agree, trying to match the nonchalance present in her voice, but the unspoken meaning behind both of your words is anything but.

As you start messing with the camera settings, you see her wince slightly in your peripheral vision. You think you see her hands twitching, as if she’s consciously holding them back from grabbing the camera back.

“If anyone else was mistreating my camera like that, I’d probably be freaking out right now,” Laura says, watching you through narrowed eyes.

“Mistreating? Babe, I’ve pressed like three buttons,” you scoff, unable to stifle the laughter that carries through your voice.

“Three buttons too many. Come on, give it back. I want to take more photos of you.”

“Wait your turn!” you exclaim, instinctively holding the camera closer to your chest, turning away from Laura’s now eager hands. 

“It’s my camera!” she says through a laugh.

“What’s yours is mine and all that. Smile!” you mirror her earlier words, quickly putting distance between your bodies and raising the camera to snap a photo of her. Similar to your reaction earlier, she winces at the resulting flash, blinking rapidly before rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palm. 

“Not so fun being on the receiving end, huh?” you ask as you walk back over in her direction. You let the camera fall to hang around your neck, reaching for her hands and gently pulling them away from her face. 

“Sorry, baby,” you say softly, pressing a kiss to the back of each hand.

You’re about to step back and continue taking photos of her, but Laura moves quicker than you do. Her hands slip down, soft fingers brushing over your collarbone as they make their way toward the camera resting on your chest. In one smooth motion, the fabric glides over your neck as she lifts the strap over your head. She smirks at your stunned expression, now holding the camera in her hands. 

You almost miss her secretly deleting the photo you’ve just taken of her.

“Hey! Not fair!” you glare, folding your arms over to your chest to emphasize your annoyance.

“It’s my camera,” she reiterates, clearly amused at your reaction. You narrow your eyes at her, but she just smirks, clearly unbothered. You hold each other’s gaze, neither willing to lose the unintentional staring contest this has turned into.

“I have a proposition,” Laura finally speaks, breaking the silence. “Give me another kiss, and I’ll let you take a couple more,” she bargains, but you don’t miss the mischief present in her eyes.

“Liar,” you argue with a subtle shake of your head, but she’s already stepping closer to you. The camera, which she’s moved to hang from her shoulder, is momentarily forgotten as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her body.

“Only one way to know for sure,” she shrugs, her grin not faltering. 

She doesn’t wait for your reply before leaning in. She crashes her lips into yours with more intensity than you were anticipating, stealing your breath as you gasp against her lips. Any lingering annoyance you were feeling dissipates, replaced by the warmth swirling in your stomach as your arms move to wrap around her neck. Her fingers slide up your jaw, cupping your cheek as she manually tilts your head, deepening the kiss.

Too distracted by everything that is her, you miss the way her hand leaves your waist. It’s only when a subtle flash flickers behind your closed eyes, paired with the quiet click of the camera, that you’re made aware of what she’s done.

But with her lips still on yours, you can’t find it in yourself to be bothered this time.

a/n: never really planned on writing for laura but I had a random dream about her that was similar to this and I got inspired to write a continuation of it, so here we are 🤓

[yerimbrit]

here's the mistletoe (so go on and kiss me twice) : p. hanni

synopsis: it's last minute christmas decorating with your friends, and, as always, anything and everything is an opportunity for you to tease your girlfriend.

# : pairing ! nonidol!pham hanni x fem!reader

# : tags ! fluff fluff and more fluff, would you like a side of fluff with your order of fluff? yeah?, christmas decorating, short jokes (directed at hanni wbk), ft newjeans

# : wordcount ! 1.5k

# : warnings ! none

for the first time ever in the two years that you've been living with each other, all members of your friend group are home for christmas. obviously, you guys want to make it special, right? decorating the moment it hits midnight on the first of the jolly month?

...except everyone's been busy with finals and whatnot, and the only day that all six of you are free is the 23rd. two days before christmas, and a day before christmas eve.

early this morning, minji and haerin went out to go buy a tree. and you'll give it to them, it's a damn pretty looking tree. it leaves just enough room to spare for the topper to breathe, and it's body is the ideal shape for a christmas tree—like the ones you'd see on those holiday cards. putting those two on tree-hunting duty was a good idea, even if they were decided from losing a game of slapjack.

(that day still gives you the shivers. the air around haerin as she chose her victim to accompany her on her expedition was absolutely chilling.)

the rest of the jobs were decided by first come, first served. unfortunately, danielle and hyein called dibs on baking all of the sweet treats and pastries for the party, so that left you and hanni for decorations.

look, you love hanni. she's a wonderful friend and an even lovelier girlfriend. it's just... you know, with all the decorating... how are you supposed to resist making short jokes targeted towards her when everything gives you a chance to? and that's exactly how your trip to home depot went. every other aisle would have you lightly teasing your vertically challenged girlfriend, and every other aisle would have her scolding you or landing a half-hearted punch on your shoulder. ouch.

"you guys sure are late," hyein jokingly crosses her arms upon your arrival. her mask breaks almost immediately, and she has to stifle a giggle. there's spots of flour on her face, and danielle, who is beaming next to her, has pink frosting smeared on her cheek. looks like their baking session went a little haywire.

hanni huffs, swinging a horridly orange home depot branded bag over her shoulder to set down next to the freshly installed tree. "do you know how crowded home depot is on christmas eve eve?"

"must've been hard reaching for the last box of ornaments," minji snorts, leaning over from her spot on the couch to try to peek inside the reusable bag. hanni swats her hand away and proceeds to point and laugh at the ugly christmas sweater that the taller has donned.

you giggle at their interaction before placing the rest of the orange bags next to the one hanni put down and make a beeline to the open kitchen, where a tray of warm and decorated cookies lay. there's a broken snowflake-shaped cookie with unsightly neon turquoise frosting pasted messily on top, and you decide to put it out of its misery by plopping it in your mouth. "mmh, warm, buttery, and sweet. as expected, you two."

the baker pair share a proud look and a fistbump, and then a voice sounds out from right beside you alongside a crunch. "these are good."

startled, you look to your right and haerin's staring right at you with a gingerbread man—headless, because she bit off its head—pinched in a hold between her pointer and her thumb. you press a hand to your heart, "when did you get here!?"

she ignores your question, instead walking away to peer into the products you and hanni reaped from the warehouse. if you listened closely, you could hear the feline quietly hum the home depot theme song. unbelievable.

minji tries to start something, likely about how haerin got to look before she did, but danielle interrupts before she can even let a second word of complaint escape her lips. "let's get decorating!"

with the sunshine's interruption, the group breaks into laughter and minji takes the three orange bags to the dining table where their contents can be spilled out. ornaments, string lights in both tacky rainbow colors and the neat white ones, and other little trinkets and decorations—you really just grabbed everything that was left, not that it was a bad thing! it's just... really random compared to everything else.

"whoever's last has to decorate the tree," danielle calls out, a small smile settling on her face, and she places her finger on the tip of her nose, "not it!"

you got caught off-guard, and that ultimately leaves you as the last one standing. even haerin's in on it, the little devil—she's developing her own characteristic shit-eating grin and it's starting to piss you off.

"you're out, y/n," minji laughs, and her eyes subtly snap between you and hanni, "pick someone to work with you."

your gaze trails over to your girlfriend, who frantically shakes her head in distress. 'no,' she signals with her eyes, 'please don't pick me.'

hyein waves a swaying hand in front of you, a teasing glint in her eyes, "don't take too long picking, unnie, or else the beautiful tree they picked will be all for naught!"

well, you didn't have to be told twice. "hanni."

"nooooo!"

"i can't believe you chose me. i mean, couldn't you tell i didn't want to be picked? my own girlfriend betraying me, how could you?" the shorter girl grumbles, handing you an ornament to hang on a higher section of the tree. the two of you have worked through almost all of it after hanging four sets of string lights, two multicolored, two white.

"it's not that bad, han," you chuckle, expertly looping the red ornament's string around a branch. the leaves brush against your skin and it's electrifying—in a good way, of course. "besides, this way you don't have to complain about what kind of placement minji or hyein decided on, yeah? plus, you're the perfect height to reach those bottom branches."

hanni gasps in offense, her jaw dropped. "i'm not that short!" and she hands you the last ornament to hang: an otter with a santa hat.

you grin, taking it from her hand and pointing at the small plush, "this one looks like you."

"really?" she furrows her eyebrows.

you hold it up next to her face for comparison. "definitely."

after putting the otter plush in an empty-looking spot in the middle of the tree, you pick up a star topper and present it to your girlfriend, who looks at you with a deadpan stare. "you're not actually asking me to put it on, are you?"

"i'm deadass," you smile, "take it, i'll help you up."

hanni stares at you for a bit longer, as if she were waiting for you to break your expression and claim that it was a joke. unfortunately for her, you don't, only pushing the topper into her hands. "how are we even going to—ah, what the hell!"

you've gone and easily lifted your girlfriend up by the waist, just enough so that she could reach the top of the tree. she squirms in your hold, and you giggle at her struggle. "hurry up, han!"

"okay, okay! move forward a little, will you?"

with your help, hanni manages to perfectly place the star on top of the tree and returning her to the ground earns you a satisfied hum and a hug, which you reciprocate. out of character, but not unwelcome.

now done with the tree, you can finally look around to your surroundings where the entire house has been christmasified: string lights, plushies with santa hats, a winter village on the windowsill on top of a white cloth resembling snow, and a train track on another windowsill. there's shuffling from below you, and you lock eyes with haerin who gradually rises from her brief squatting position on the ground. a smirk slowly takes over your face. hanni tilts her head in confusion.

the feline stands on her tiptoes to dangle the mistletoe above you and hanni's heads, and once the smaller girl realizes what the plant was, her face explodes into a multitude of reds and pinks.

the others, witnessing this scene unfold, start chanting and playfully raising their fists. "kiss! kiss! kiss!"

you press your forehead against your girlfriend's. "looks like we have no choice but to kiss, hanni."

her eyes soften. "you're saying it like it's a chore."

you shake your head slightly in disbelief, scoffing. "i'm just saying, it's an honor to ki-"

before you could finish your sentence, you feel the fabric of your shirt get tugged forward, and soon you feel a soft pair of lips pressed against your own. the kiss is soothing but exciting, and you lean into the familiar warmth. nothing else mattered in that moment, all you can focus on is the way she tastes like mint—it's only a bit embarrassing that you might taste like the sweet buttercream cookie that you had earlier.

a burst of cheers erupt from around you, causing you to break away from the kiss. but you don't pay any mind to the others—instead, you pull hanni closer into an affectionate hug. you lean forward to brush your lips across her ear, smiling at how quickly it turns red from her blush.

"merry christmas, han."

hanni buries her face into your shoulder. "merry christmas, y/n."

a/n : MERRY CHRISTMAS it's still technically christmas for me so i'm not late I SWEAR ok i know that I said i wouldn't write any more fluff but that was a lie... i would be a devil if i ruined the holiday spirit with angst happy holidays!!

[sizzleissues]

Its May.

Okay so this is in the same AU I had last year its just changed and evolved while also being the exact same. Except now I have 15,000 words of it written, like 7,000 words of planning and lore and hours upon hours of research that I will be pointedly ignoring. Will be posting more stuff this month about the AU and my hopes and dreams for it

Also slight art improvement check? I’ll put their original mermaid designs below the cut.

It’s Marinette as a mermaid and … its not Adrien or Chat Noir but a third worse thing (Catwalker but in the purest manifestation of it being a curse and not who he wants to be) I will be making designs for mer!Ladybug, and mer!Adrien as its own thing later on.

Okay if you want to indulge me look below the cut

Old mermaid designs first. I am going to be talking about my design thoughts, thoughts and ramblings about this AU and what I’ve been up to. You have been warned

As you can see, some things have changed but neither design I hated, I just wanted to go further with it.

My brain is quite specific about mermaids and how I want them to generally look. I wanted to distinguish biological merfolk from transformed humans by having them being anatomically different. So Adrien has a vertical tail instead which is also way faster underwater. His transformation is quite distressing for him and very chaotic. Of course when he accepts it he’s not so raggedy.

Marinette similarly avoids her life as a mermaid by becoming human and I wanted her mermaid design to hint toward her fascination with humans. She wears a top she fashioned from human fabric she found in a sunken merchant vessel. In general all other merfolk either forgo clothes or wear things fashioned from materials available to them. There’s deep fear of humans and human things so even though human clothes are available to them (off dead bodies but…. Whatever) they choose to difference themselves as much as possible. The same taboos don’t exist for them and their bodies are already adapted from the temperature of their environment. Adrien has stray bits of netting and seaweed on him because he’s not exactly the best at controlling his speed and often crash’s through fishing nets and patches of seaweed resulting in stuff being caught on him.

A lot of their designs are still being worked but I’ve definitely pushed them the right direction!

On to the AU. You might have seem me cryptically talk about something I’m writing the past few weeks. This is because it’s been in my brain since last May and been on and off writing it since then. I decided I’d talk about it once May came back around but and then when I finished writing it, start posting sneak peaks and more spoilery art until it was fully edited and I felt confident in it to post with an aim for it to finish posting once May rolled around again. Oh god.

It’s set in the late 1700s in a fictional version of France that’s actually fragmented over a bunch of islands. I have done more fashion research than I ever thought I’d do and in the end we will still be taking creative license but know I do know what they actually wore! I ALSO did a butt tonne of research about sailing ships and turns out they are super complicated and now I know too much and yet too little still about them. It should be super fun and action packed if I can manage. Have some really good scenes already in my head I know you’ll love. We’re already three ships battle deep and I’ve only written four chapters. (It chills out for a bit after that)

This is entirely self-indulgent by the way. I’m writing this for me, you guys are just a bonus. I literally don’t care as long as it satiates my rabid need for the fic that only lives in my brain at the moment. Saying that, I do want to put my best foot forward.

The next thing I will be posting for this is their human forms and more blabblerings about that. For I am insane and all.

[peacefulsoulignite]

it’s only right that i love me, more than you do.