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[starrystevie]

steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

steve stops, freezes where he is and frantically turns his head around to spot the cashier grinning at him. he has long hair and a bright red hook's drugstore vest over a denim vest which doesn't look very comfortable. he has chains in his jeans and handcuffs holding his belt closed and a smirk that is trying to kill him and oh-

"wait, stealing cologne?" steve shakes himself back into existence as the old lady pushes by him without dropping a single roll on the way back to her car. "you're going to call me putting on a few sprays stealing?"

the cashier's smile just gets bigger, like a cat hunting down a canary. steve's never felt like a canary before but can't deny that it's an exciting feeling.

"well, on a good day i wouldn't. but i'm bored and you didn't buy a single thing so technically, yes. you're stealing, pretty boy."

steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and put his hands on his hips, so instead he crosses them over his chest, cologne wafting up from the movement and reminding him that he doesn't have time for this no matter how cute the cashier may be.

he makes his way over to the counter, grabs a pack of gum and slams it on the counter. without breaking eye contact with eddie, as his nametag suggests, he throws him a salty smile of his own and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket.

eddie's eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of something behind them and his hands are covered in rings making his fingers look long and strong. the jeans he has on are ripped on one of the the thighs, showing a hint of a tattoo to match the ones crawling up his arms. steve's no stranger to thinking men are attractive but this guy? he's on a new level. his heart thumps painfully in his chest when eddie's grin grows larger as he watches steve give him a once over. it thumps even harder when eddie gives him a once over of his own.

the clock above the register shows that he's officially 20 minutes late to picking up... laura? lisa?

no, linda. damnit.

eddie looks down at the gum and then back up at steve, quirking up an eyebrow. "i hardly think this monetarily equates to a bottle of cologne but-"

"oh come on!" steve huffs. eddie laughs and it's clear and bright, ringing off the cinderblock walls louder than the annoying jingle that's still playing. whatever fight steve may have had left in him drains away at the sound and suddenly he isn't thinking about the clock anymore. he feels his shoulders fall down to a more relaxed state, feels himself shift his weight on his feet to look more natural than ready to run at a moments notice.

"just kidding, man." eddie rings up the gum quickly and hands it back to steve. "sorry, you looked like you were in a rush. i shouldn't have created a scene just because i'm bored."

steve chuckles. "i'm already supremely late for my date so what's another five minutes. especially if it gets me..." he looks at the gum packet to look at what he even picked up in the first place. "... spearmint freshen-up gum."

"well there you go," eddie says, grin smaller than before, "a perfect thing to get for a date. everyone likes their date to be minty fresh for that first kiss."

it strikes somewhere in steve that he isn't expecting. the beemer is still out in the parking lot running so he didn't have to waste time, his watch on his wrist feels heavy, the scent of obsession overpowering. but he can't make himself move. he wants to stay and talk to eddie, wants to learn about what makes him tick.

"can i borrow your phone?" steve asks. eddie's eyebrows furrow but he reaches for the store phone and places the console on top of the counter.

"for what?"

steve look through his wallet, finding the piece of paper with linda's number on it. holding the receiver between his shoulder and ear, he dials in her number and holds his pointer finger up at eddie, signaling that he'll need a second. steve then brings the finger to his lips and shushes with his cheek pulling up in a smirk. eddie's eyes zero in on the motion and it feels like steve's gone from being the canary back to the cat.

"linda? hey it's steve."

he watches as eddie mouths steve back at him and then nods to himself when he gets the confirmation that it is indeed his name. steve throws him a wink for good measure.

"i know i'm late and i'm really really sorry to cancel last minute but-. oh. yeah, sure. have a good time. okay bye li-."

on the other end of the line, linda slams down the phone without waiting for steve to finish talking and it makes him wince with how loud it is in his ear. he gives eddie a sheepish smile, all toothy and guilt-ridden, and gently puts the receiver back down.

"what was that?" eddie asks with a disbelieving look on his face. steve shrugs.

"she got tired of waiting so she already had another guy lined up to come pick her up."

eddie sucks in air through his teeth and mimes getting shot in the heart. it has steve laughing as he falls over on the counter, hair covering his face. he turns his head to peer up at steve through the curtain of curls, the one brown eye that's visible twinkling in the harsh overhead light.

"was it true love? are you just absolutely heartbroken?"

steve thinks about it for less than a second. watches how eddie curls back up one vertebrae at a time before placing his elbows on the counter and leaning over. watches how eddie's eyes flit between his own and his lips. watches how he focuses on the latter for a little while too long.

"why would i be heartbroken," steve starts. he's being too forward, too brash, but with eddie looking at him that way, he knows he can be. "when you'll probably be on break soon and can make it up to me? you know, for making me even more late and all."

eddie's grin grows wide again. "oh really?"

steve shrugs once more with a playful look of consideration on his face, resting on his elbows to match eddie on the counter. "yes, really. this is your payback for being bored and taking it out on me."

it's later when eddie's on break and steve hasn't left the drugstore in over an hour and they're sitting in his car with bowie playing through the speakers that eddie looks up at him with a look steve knows well.

"you do smell really good, y'know." his voice is softer than steve's heard it all day.

"so are you glad i came in to steal cologne?" steve leans closer over the center console to get into eddie's personal space. there's a hand curling over his bicep and pulling him even closer, their faces only centimeters apart.

"i guess i'll let it slide this time, thief."

and when they kiss for the first time, it tastes like the freshen-up gum they both had been nonstop chewing ever since steve paid for it.

[astroboots]

Punch-Out Love

Artwork by @guruan

FIGHT NIGHT

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You're lucky enough to score ring-side seats at a boxing match on Friday night. Getting the best view in the house of boxing champion: Miguel O'Hara.

Word count: 1,500

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You know fuck all about boxing.

About the only thing you know about the sport was from the glimpses you caught watching scratched up old recordings of Muhammed Ali fights on the boxy mini-tv of your old childhood friend's house.

It always seemed barbaric. The practice of watching two human beings beat the shit out of each other for spectator's entertainment. It seems like something that was better left in the Ancient Roman times. Have we all human beings as a society, really not come further some 2,000 years later?

Your bestie used to get mad at you for this. Constantly defending the sport from your criticism, because (according to him) it's not just about smashing each other's faces in. Supposedly, there's an art to the sport. Boxers are taught to respect their opponents and adhere to the principles of good sportsmanship. It takes great mental discipline, dedicated work and years of hard and punishing training to master boxing.

You never saw any of that in the matches he showed you. All you saw were two men needlessly being hurt, sustaining brain damage for rich people's enjoyment.

Then again, he was more than a little bit biased, considering it was his dream to go pro one day. Tall and gangly, with his scrawny antelope legs, thick-rimmed glasses and big-ass braces, he looked like he couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag, much less another person. You never understood how exactly he thought he was going to make it as a boxer.

But you never found it in you to burst his unrealistic bubble when he used to point at the screen excitedly, drawing your attention to Ali's footwork and the artistry in it. 

"It's like he's dancing," he used to say.

Except dancing is done with swelling music in the background. In dancing you often have a partner. It's an embrace. It's gentle and kind.

Boxing... was not that.

So you don't know how you managed to find yourself in the ringside seats of a local boxing match on a Friday evening, staring up at the boxing ring with the glaring ring lights shining into your eyes.

"Aren't these seats amazing?" Jess shouts excitedly over the familiar lyrics of ‘We Will Rock You' being belted out by Freddy Mercury on the loudspeaker.

You smile, and nod, because boxing-fan or not, she's right, these are some amazing seats. And considering you didn't have to pay a dime for them, personal aversions aside, you're never going to turn down free stuff.

Jess' husband tested positive for covid at the last minute, and you're the only one in your social circle that is anti-social and single enough to not have any plans on a Friday evening.

On the monitors above you, the menacing headshots of the two fighters swish into view.

"The first guy is an old reigning champ," she explains to you, as she leans in, shouting into your eardrums (and yet you can still barely make out what she's saying over the music). "The challenger is some new kid on the block. Has an amazing track record. Zero losses in the season. He's something else."

You look up at the gigantic screen, at the sharp cut cheeks, strong thick brows and the intense pitched brown eyes staring down at you.

Angry looking dude.

...Handsome too.

With a face like that, surely he could've gone into other careers. Calvin Klein model, movie star, or a news anchor. You wonder what makes a guy voluntarily have his face bashed in for money as a career.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a loud booming voice announces from the stage.

You jump in your seat from the suddenness, as you see a bald and overly formal dressed announcer in the middle of the ring. 

"Welcome to the electrifying boxing showdown of the century! Are you ready to witness some knockout action tonight?"

The crowd around you cheers with a pandemonium of shouting and whistling.

"Introducing our first fighter, a true hometown hero! With an impressive record of 20 wins, 15 by knockout, and only 2 losses, standing at 6'3 feet, and weighing in at 340 pounds of determination and strength, give it up for ‘the Knockout King’ Bobby Kane!"

You watch as the reigning champion walks down the tunnel to the midst of adoring cheers as he waves and gestures at the crowd like royalty.

Every inch the king that he is nicknamed, he jumps over the rope and stands tall and proud over the ring.

The man is huge, bulging with almost grotesque muscles. He's so large that you almost expect each of his steps to send a reverberation throughout the hall, as if this was Jurassic Park and he's a T-Rex.

"Now, entering the ring with the confidence of a warrior, fighting out of the red corner, with 15 wins, 10 by knockout, and no losses, standing at an astounding 6 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 310 pounds of raw power, let's hear it for tonight's challenger, ‘Steel Jaw’ Miguel O'Hara!"

Wait what? You do a double take at the announcement. Six foot nine?!?! What kind of giant is that?

From the far corner of the hall, you see his silhouette emerge, and your eyes go wide at the sight of him. Tall doesn't even begin to describe him. 

There's a 200 year oak tree at Central Park, and with the shadow this man casts, you think their height must be nearly comparable. If you thought the Knockout King was tall, the "King" is practically tiny compared to this challenger.

You watch, as the man with cheeks so sharp they mind as well be blades (and god never has a nickname made more sense to you) as he strides towards the stage. He reaches the rope and barely even has to climb over it with how tall he is.

He's leaner than his predecessor. Every inch of him is cut muscles and tanned gorgeous skin as he stands in front of you. His presence is electric. The air crackles where he stands, towering over the stage.

You swear that his towering height blocks out the ring lights with it, casting the stage in the darkness of his tall shadow.

Somehow, he's even prettier in person compared to the still image of him blown up and plastered on the big screen. Soft brown curls and pouty lips. You don't understand in what world a man like that is a professional fighter.

From this distance, with the way that the light refracts from his irises, his eyes almost glow with a scarlet red that takes your breath away as you look up at him and meet his eyes.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was staring at you.

The bell rings out, but he's not looking away. The intensity you find there is enough to make you swallow your tongue. Your face prickles with heat and for several long moments you forget to breathe, until the air seems to thin around you and your vision starts to swim.

Then he turns to face his opponent.

You're not quite sure where to look. There's so much happening at once. For his size, Miguel O'Hara is surprisingly deft on his feet. His footwork is somehow both unpredictable yet intentional all at once.

The King throws a strong punch, as he lunges forward, after his tall opponent. But O'Hara dodges them seemingly without effort. It's followed by punches so quick, the movements blur together.

Strike after strike. The King is giving it his all. But none of it properly connects. With every failed hit, you can see him growing increasingly more frustrated.

Your heart is in your lungs, and despite how close you are to the stage, you almost want to get up from your seat for a closer look.

Safe as you are behind the ropes, adrenaline rushes through your veins with a fury. You can't recall the last time you felt this ecstatic about... well, anything.

With each punch O’Hara dodges, you feel yourself lurch back in your seat, trying to dodge the punch with him.

It's titillating.

Exciting.

O'Hara's movements are precise and honed with intention despite the ferocity in his movements. Each one is measured and intricate and if you didn't know any better you'd almost call it graceful.

You think back to those moments in your childhood friend's home, and his excited words buzz in your ears now. For the first time ever you finally understand what he had meant.

It is like a dance.

Before you, O’Hara's eyes cross over in your direction and for a split of a second, you swear your eyes connect again. His gaze holds you there, pinned to your seat, and excitement shoots through the entirety of your spine until you feel lightheaded from the attention.

Then he finally steps forward, no longer evading.

It's brutal and efficient.

An uppercut that connects cleanly to his opponent's jaw.

Spit and blood flies out from the man's mouth, the flabby flesh of his cheek vibrating from the impact as he lands on the floor with an ear-shattering thud.

Then the guy is out.

Barely even eight minutes in. 

There's a stunned and shocked silence. The crowd seems both enthralled and disappointed at how fast it all went. On the ring floor, you can practically see the circle of cartoon birds flying above the defeated King's head.

You may not know anything about boxing, but you know that this man is not getting up anytime soon, no matter how far the referee counts.

Tearing your eyes away from the motionless body splayed out on the ground elevated above you, you can see the victor towering menacingly over the body.

But Miguel O'Hara isn't even looking at his defeated opponent

No, his eyes are staring straight into the sea of awestruck spectators. Except he’s not looking at them.

He's looking at you.

~ Next.

Author's note: What's that you say? CiCi wtf are you doing starting another series when you already got one going on? ... Idek man. But I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a blast writing it, smut will ensue in later chapters I promise!

Dedications and Credits: Buckle up it's gonna be a big one!

Firstly to @guruan when I say she's my muse THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! Look at that beautiful artwork. I am drooling into my panties. I am crying between my legs. I am so damn horny! I cannot thank this amazingly talented genius enough. Please please give this wonderful brilliant human your love by following her, and drop by her KO-FI SHOP cause the art this woman bless us with is UN-fucking-REAL

Then to @djarinsbeskar who put this idea into my head. In my mind she is the OG Boxer AU champion and mastermind. If you are in the mood for more boxing content, she has a wonderful, devastatingly sexy series Boxer!Din AU that is just woof woof bark bark.

[chrissv4mp]

back to black , CHRIS S.

summary: you thought chris was one of very few nice guys, but when he doesn't show up to your performance because he wants to smoke, you start to think twice. (if this is wrong, put all the blame on me, i can't write summaries 4 the life of me💔💔)

pairing: chris sturniolo × singer!fem!reader

warnings/topics: smoking, vulgar language, some mention of blood, etc.

a/n: just watched back to black & that shit had me bawling, rip amy winehouse, she was such an amazing singer🫶🏼

an unknown guy caught your eye from across the bar, and you couldn't help but walk over to him. he was playing pool with his friends, bragging about how he was winning with a grin on his face.

your eyes went down to his lips, they were a light pink, and they looked soft. you wanted to feel them on yours, on every part of your body.

the brunette boy was swaying his hips, the motion subtle and most likely only noticeable to your precise eye. he was dancing to your song.

his lips parted, and he began lip-syncing as he stalked around the pool table, waiting for his friend to make a move.

you chuckled quietly just as he walked by you, and the boy turned around.

he smiled, raising an eyebrow before he walked over and leaned against the wall next to you, "who are you laughin' at, huh?"

your smile widened, and you placed your drink on the windowsil beside you & the unknown boy.

"i'm laughing at you," you said with a giggle, eyeing him up and down and getting a good look at the outfit he was wearing.

his white polo shirt was unbuttoned, and his jeans hung low on his hips, exposing the waistband of his black calvin klein boxers.

he smiled with his teeth, blue eyes staying on your e/c ones, "and why's that, pretty lady?"

your cheeks flushed a light pink at the nickname, and you exhaled quietly before breaking eye contact.

"and, hey, remind me, who's song this is again?" the brunette boy asked in faux confusion, cocking an eyebrow as he stared at you with a smirk.

you rolled your eyes playfully, crossing your arms, "i actually can't seem to remember.."

he chuckled quietly, biting his lip before standing straight, "that's a shame. y'know i've always wanted to meet the girl, she seems like nice. in all her interviews, she looks amazing, like some girl straight outta movie."

at this point, you were sure your face was a bright red. did this guy seriously watch your interviews?

"that's funny." you said, a grin on your face from the boy's compliments.

the brunette nodded slowly, cheeks a light pink color as he opened his mouth again, "i'm chris. it's a pleasure to meet you, miss y/l/n."

chris offered his hand to you, and you shook it, "it's y/n, no need for the formalities, chris."

he hummed in reply, eyes meeting yours again before he stepped closer. his blue eyes seemed lighter at this angle, and so did his smile.

"play me?" he challenged, sticking out the cue stick that he held in his left hand.

a smirk played on your face, and you took it from him before walking around the pool table.

chris stayed leaning against the wall, watching as you set up the balls and leaned over the table.

"you sure you wanna play me? not to brag, but, most people usually lose." you said with a smug smirk, e/c eyes landing on chris' blue ones.

he shrugged, "i like challenges. c'mon make your move, y/n."

"you're writing is on another level, y/n, i don't think i've hears songs like yours. they're all so amazing," chris mused, sipping from his cup as he stared at you.

you tapped your fingers on the counter, eyes on the bartender serving guests drinks, "i just wanted more people to have the chance to listen to jazz. it's not very populated anymore, and i'm happy to be the one to bring it back, y'know?"

the brunette nodded, all of his attention focused on you, "i love jazz girls, don't care if it's a band or just a singer, i love 'em. especially you, you're music is so catchy."

there was a glint in his eye now, like he wanted you, "you always have me hooked whenever i listen."

chris took a few steps toward you, and suddenly he was towering over your body. he bit his lip, leaning down to meet your lips.

your eyes couldn't stay in one place. always switching between each of his eyes, then his lips, repeating over and over again until you finally felt him.

and you were right, his lips were soft. your tongue ran over his bottom lip, and he cupped your face with his cold hands.

you only came here to get your mind off of things, and now you were kissing one of your fans.

you felt as if the kiss was only a few seconds, but when chris pulled away he was already out of breath.

"i'm that good of a kisser, yeah?" he joked, licking his lips and getting a taste of your chapstick.

your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled, "something along those lines."

chris hummed, running a hand through his hair before taking the seat beside you. he turned his head to look over at you, eyes going down toward your lips again.

"will you let me walk you home? can't let a pretty girl like you go alone," he asked, a smile on his face.

you nodded, blush clear on your cheeks, "sure."

it's been a month since that interaction with chris, and now he was in your bed, his things scattered all around your house.

chris had asked you to be his girlfriend after the second week you guys had been around each other, and you said yes. he was a good guy. he would never hurt you.

he was supportive of your career, following you everywhere you went and guiding you away from paparazzi. chris knew what you liked and disliked, always payed attention to whenever you spoke.

he would pay for anything you got, too, always being the first one to drop his credit card on the table.

you would always see him in the crowd of venues you performed at, always pointing him out in between songs and blowing him a kiss.

the crowd would always go crazy, and every other guy that was near chris would think the kiss was for them.

the past few weeks, though, chris didn't show up. he said he was busy those days, but you never saw him when you passed by the place he worked at. you saw him at the bar you guys met on your walk home once, he was talking with some girl.

she was close to him, and it looked like he was going in for a kiss.

you remember that night very well, when you almost broke the doors off their hinges running into the place. you recount grabbing chris by the back of his shirt and dragging him outside of the place.

it was darker than usual that night, and you can't forget the scratches you left on your boyfriends face when you got done with him.

he said words that he knew he could never take back, and every time you guys had little arguments, it would always bring you back to them.

"baby," you whispered, scratching his scalp softly as you sat up.

chris breathed calmly as he lay on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist in a possessive manner.

he mumbled out incoherent words, lips parting as he huffed.

you smiled at his actions, leaning down to kissing the top of his head.

"hmm?.." his eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to look up at you.

"we have to get up, it's already 2:36pm." chris raised an eyebrow, sitting up and moving to sit beside you.

he laughed, "we were out that late last night?"

you nodded, getting out from under the covers before going towards the bathroom.

"get ready, we have to be to the venue by 3:30!" you called out from inside the other room, and chris got to his feet quickly.

chris kissed your cheek with a smile before pulling away to admire you. his gaze was soft, full of love as he stared into your eyes.

"you're gonna be amazing, i know it." he said with a grin, hugging you one more time before the stage manager told you it was time to go out.

chris left from backstage, making his way out into the crowd of people in the venue. it was always packed the nights you were performing, and he was happy for you, he really was, but sometimes it was just too much.

chris was also a little tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. he always encouraged you to write, and you did, but you had only put out one of the many songs. there were at least 12 full songs in your notebook, and you had yet to go to the studio and record them.

they were amazing, too, and chris always asked when you were gonna release them. your reply was always, "soon, don't worry, baby."

15 minutes into the performance, and you were now about to sing the song you wrote for him. you had a huge smile on your face as you stared directly at him.

"now, this song i'm gonna sing is very special to me. i wrote this song on my bedroom floor with the person i love most in the whole world," you announced, saying the song title and earning a loud roar from the crowd.

chris loved you, he did, but he couldn't be here. his head was throbbing, and people were bumping into him every second.

he just needed to go outside for a few minutes, get himself together, and then he would come back in. 5 minutes, he swore.

the brunette tried to leave unnoticed, and he did, but definitely not by you. you watched as he pushed past people to get to the exit, and just as he was about to leave, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

you felt your heart flutter in hurt, smile twitching slightly as you watched him leave the venue. what the fuck.

the show ended no more than 15 minutes later, and the first thing you did was storm off the stage and burst through the exit doors.

you audibly scoffed when you saw chris leaning against the wall of the place, smoking a cigarette with his friend.

"are you fucking serious, chris?" you said, voice filled with hurt at his actions.

he turned to look at you, taking the cigarette from out of his mouth with two fingers. his smile dropped as he saw your state, "y/n,"

he dropped the cigarette, stepping on it to put it out before looking back up at you.

there were tears in your eyes now, your bottom lip quivering slightly as you stepped closer to him. a look of anger and betrayal played on your face as you looked up at him.

"the fuck is wrong with you, chris?! you're so fucking selfish!" you raised your voice, pushing him back and making him furrow his eyebrows.

his eyes widened at your actions, and he stepped back over to you, "baby, hey, calm down. please, just let me talk to you, yeah?"

you took a step back, face streaked with tears as your eyes widened at the boy, "no! chris, you came out here just to smoke? how fucking addicted are you?!"

chris pinched the bridge of his nose, head pounding with all of the voices he heard. you continued screaming at him, yelling about how selfish and addicted he was.

before you got to speak again, a lady's voice came from behind you, "oh my gosh! it's y/n y/l/n!!"

the girl came up behind you, and the second she put her hands on you, you lost it.

"get the fuck off me!" turning around, you pushed the girl to the floor, breathing heavy and heart pounding loudly in your ears.

the blond fell to the floor, gasping as she looked up at you in surprise. chris tried to walk back over to you, yelling over all the commotion.

"y/n! what the fuck? stop, just-, shit, let's talk about this, y/n!" he called, hands reaching out to grab your shoulders.

he placed his hand on your shoulder, and you turned back around. you couldn't really believe he wanted to help you after he left you alone to go smoke.

your hand went up to his face, and you couldn't stop yourself from hitting him multiple times. your nails dragged along his cheek, and from the grunting, you were sure you drew blood.

"y/n!" chris yelled, pushing you away from him.

his hat had fell to the floor during the whole thing, and when you pulled away to look at him, his face was covered in scratches.

you let out a shaky breath that quickly turned into a sob before you spoke again, "fuck you, chris."

chris didn't stop you from walking away, reaching down to put his hat back on before he touched his face.

he winced at the sting, pulling his hand back just to see blood on the tip of his finger, "shit,"

you looked at yourself in the mirror, fingers running over the tattoo of chris' name on just below your collarbone.

tears pricked in your eyes once again, and you sobbed quietly at the memory of the incident that happened 5 days ago.

you didn't mean to hurt him that bad, you were just angry. you were so fucking angry at him for leaving during the song you wrote for him.

chris hadn't texted you or even came over to your house since that night, and you just assumed your relationship was over. you couldn't go back anymore.

"stupid fucking tattoo." you grumbled, deciding to just leave it be and wash your face.

that day was lonely, and all you did was sit around. chris would never let you be lazy, but now that he wasn't here, you couldn't find yourself wanting to be entertained.

all you wanted was to stay in your bed and cry.

your phone was blowing up, and there was already multiple videos capturing what you had done to that girl that night. the internet was bashing you, and the other part was supporting you, sticking up for you.

chris stayed silent on his socials, but you had seen late that night that he had posted on his private story. it was a picture of the lower half of his face, his pointer finger dragging his bloody lip down.

he had only put a shrugging emoji, and from that, you felt as if he didn't even care what he did to you. you felt like he didn't care that he hurt you.

now, you were back in that dark place you were in 6 months ago, isolating yourself from the entire world and not even caring to talk to anyone.

on wednesday chris had posted on his private story again, and this time your heart had dropped. it was a picture of him and his ex-girlfriend, tongue deep inside of he mouth as he grabbed her waist in the way he did to you.

you couldn't believe it, you couldn't even process the picture.

chris seriously didn't care about your feelings, and he surely didn't care about your current state.

you were back in that dark place. you were back to black.

. . . . . . . . . . .

tags: @cindylcuwho @adirtylittleheart

[jmdbjk]

Wow.

I can't leave to enjoy a few days vacation without the world falling apart?

Hybe vs. Min HeeJin. Not on anyone's bingo card this year. I have not caught up on everything but who tipped off Hybe about her dastardly plans? The timing of it all... and her little extemporaneous skit she did for a press conference was perhaps part of her plan to turn public opinion in her favor? She claims to have invented kpop or at least made it what it is today but out the other side of her mouth says she hates idol culture?

Hybe's not here to play, they will not be nice. I see no benefit to her for showing us the not so pretty side of the idol industry. Maybe that's her problem, she can't see what she's doing because she's too far into it. Thirty years in the business will make you lose your objectivity. She has no idea she is coming across as a greedy, spoiled, entitled, manipulative, narcissistic, emotional female in a male dominated industry. Basically a nut case.

The lady had a tremendous opportunity to perhaps take ownership of her company in due time, become a great example for female leadership in a country where corporate culture is steeped in chaebolism. Instead she squandered that and thinks she will come out on top. Did she miss the Hybe vs. SM Entertainment episode from last year?

Anyway.

RM's new album! RPWP!

The Monochrome pop up store is doing well!

Jin will be back after 6 Fridays!

In other news. I went to Las Vegas. This is what I saw:

The Bellagio Fountains. They're huge. The Bellagio is SWANK. I looked for Jimin in Dior and Tiffany, Hobi in the Louis Vuitton store, Namjoon in the Bottega Veneta store, but none of them were in there. There was no Calvin Klein store.

When Hobi, JK and Tae were there watching the fountains dance to Dynamite, they were standing here:

Passed by Allegiant Stadium a few times. It's huge.

Drove out to Seven Magic Mountains. I am happy to report the lowest boulders had no writing or graffiti. They were amazingly huge as you can see.

Joon's pic of the above rocks:

Went to AREA 15 and it was HUGE and amazing! It's impossible to show everything that its about, there are multiple buildings and installations and activities, gift shops, bars, etc. We went into the Omega Mart (mega art) experience which led to a maze of fantastically created chambers, each different from the last one, all pulsing with animated lights, texture walls, ceilings and floors.

And ate at Hobak Korean BBQ. We couldn't find out which tables the members of BTS sat at but I got a pic of the Butter album they all signed. There were other autographs from other famous Korean celebs but the BTS signatures were displayed in a more prominent place on the wall.

We also scoped out The Sphere. Also HUGE. The concert space is arena sized. I don't know who was playing there that night but the parking lot was filling up.

We also walked the Strip.

The Fremont Street Experience. That's an animated video screen overhead with ziplines running through the length of it. It's two blocks of casinos, restaurants and gift shops. People are also doing busking and shows at street level.

Hoover Dam, view of the dam from the highway bridge and view of the highway bridge from the dam. Spent a few minutes on the Arizona side.

Hiked in the desert. Saw cactus and wildlife. Drank a lot of water.

Drove to the Mojave Desert Preserve in California just to say we did.

We hated leaving. It was a fun trip. But damn, I have so much stuff to catch up on now. Hiatus my ass.

If Vegas is on the BTS comeback tour I promise I will be there this time.

We gambled at the airport on our way out. The slot machines were next to our gate. And in the baggage claim area. But as you can see, its not just about gambling there.

In case you didn't get it, everything in Vegas is HUUUGGE and FARRRR. Walk a lot, spend a lot of money.

Overall, Las Vegas was clean, the people were extremely friendly and welcoming of course, they might be teaching hospitality as a school subject there, I don't know.

[james-sunshine-potter]

All the many things and quirks of Steve Harrington:

A list comprised by Eddie Munson.

> He can’t sleep in the dark. He has to have at least a lamp on before going to bed. He nor I are sure what that stems from. (It bugged me at first I can’t lie, but we tried one night to keep all lights off… and Steve didn’t sleep at all, he just laid there awake for 12 hours. TWELVE FUCKING HOURS AND THEN HE WENT TO WORK ON NO SLEEP! it’s safe to say we kept the lamp on after that…)

> He doesn’t like it when the sun is in his eyes. He carries his sunglasses everywhere and will get annoyed when he forgets them in the car.

> He can only eat one thing on his plate at a time. Like if he’s got chicken, salad and chips, he’ll eat the chips in one go, then the chicken and then the salad. Things can’t mixed nor touch.

> He likes it when I stroke his hair whilst he falls asleep. He doesn’t even realise I do this, as he goes on and on about how he falls asleep better when sleeping with me. But it’s because I have learnt how to make him relaxed. (I also really like his hair. It’s so soft, like ridiculously soft. It’s meant to be petted, sue me).

> He opens his mouth when he thinks. Some days I want to stick my finger in his mouth when he does that to see what he will do but I never do (I will one day).

> He’ll talk to old people on the street. But only if they start the conversation, obviously. God, old people love him. He opens doors for old lady’s and compliments their hair and fashion. He’s very polite.

> When he is uncomfortable, he’ll play with my rings. We once had a sit down conversation with his parents (don’t ask, it was horrible) but the entire time, Steve held my hand in his lap and played with my rings (still on my fingers) until my skin was sore. (I don’t mind).

> He has to sleep with the door closed. He physically can’t sleep with the door open. Like physically can’t. Or even be in his bedroom, or mine, without the door closed. (He doesn’t feel secure otherwise, which knowing what goes down in this town, i completely get).

> He exclusively wears boxers. Calvin Klein ones to be specific. When he stretched or reached up for something, you could see the waist band peak out the top. Wears boxer shorts (loose fitting ones you know) to sleep in.

> He zones out a lot more than he thinks he does. He says he doesn’t do it that often, but he just can’t bloody remember it! He’s zoned out through entire conversations and movies. (Thankfully he’s never done it behind the wheel…).

> He watches fights he’s not involved like it’s a tennis match.

> He hums whilst brushing his teeth. (Typically whatever is stuck in his head at the time).

> He slightly rocks when he trying to focus on something. (I noticed this when he was trying to focus on a movie we were watching, but he kept getting distracted).

> He squints, even when he wears his glasses (Which I have to bully him to do).

> He picks at the skin around his nails when nervous. I have physically hold his hand to stop him. (Which, obviously, I don’t mind. But man, you should see hims fingernails they’re gross…).

> He pees like clockwork. He gets up at the say time in the night to pee. I can tell when he’s properly exhausted if he sleeps through it. (It’s 3am by the way).

> He doesn’t have nosebleeds often, but when they happen, oh do they happen. Blood gets everywhere, like lots of blood where it’s concerning. He went through an entire box of tissues and ruined a top once. He nearly fainted once (like wobbly steps, foggy eyes, went white as fuck… scary as shit).

> He can’t listen to something and count or read at the same time. If he needs to count something and has the radio on, he’ll turn it off, count out aloud and then turn it back on. If I show him something, I can’t talk until he finishes reading it or otherwise he won’t take it in. (I’m totally the same though).

[postoctobrist]

I fear my personal style is a little different from yours, but since you're the only watch girl i know and we're all asking for recommendations i figure i'll join in. Any pointers for a watch brand for something high-femme? Like the cuntiest watches you can think of (that are like sub £250)?

So the first thing is that watches are misogynist. The genre of ‘ladies’ watches’ is criminally underserved, so at the same price point you have both less technical interest and less diversity of design. The first one’s only a problem if you care about watch snobs talking about ‘fashion brands,’ which you shouldn’t. They’re all the same quartz movement but if you like it, who cares? I think it’s a shame there aren’t as many femme automatic watches, but that’s just because I find them interesting technically, you don’t have to. The second one, though - the bulk of your options are basically going to look like this:

If you like this, you’re in luck and you can basically take your pick of a bunch of brands - Michael Kors, Calvin Klein, Armani, Boss, Fossil being the main examples. If you don’t, you could try and find something slightly more expensive like a Certina or a Tissot on sale. You’ll find things like mother of pearl dials or less conventional case shapes:

You could also try buying second hand - looking on eBay I found a lot of Gucci and Fendi watches under £250, as well as vintage Omegas - I think in general they wear age less well than ‘men’s watches’ but there are some interesting choices there.

Your last option is to try a weirder smaller brand. Okay, these are ‘fashion’ too, but Cluse and Aark each have some cool watches:

I hope this helps. It’s not really my genre, so I have learned a lot just looking into this for you.

[xjoonchildx]

Lady, get a grip

Seriously, he's got more tricks up his sleeve and you know it. Btw, what kind of porn do you watch to write stuff like that?

And puhlease don't say, 'I only watch BTS. They invoke the goddess on me'. Shut it and share the hot gifs and videos of BTS. I want me some. There are cobwebs down there and I am yet to find an attainable JK.

me reading this ask 10 times and trying to follow the tone

anon, what a ride lmao

let’s take this one step by step.

yes, i agree that JK hasn’t even rolled out his full arsenal and every single one of should be very, very worried for when that day finally comes. not that anyone needs to be reminded, but Calvin Klein does sell underwear, amiright?

i’m dying a little inside at your question about porn 🤣😭🤣

the truth is that porn doesn’t play a lot into my ideas when it comes to sex scenes. i honestly think reading romance plays more into it. I’ve definitely torn through my fair share of bodice rippers and gravitate towards writers that aren’t terribly porn-y in the smut scenes. and because writing for me is entirely self-indulgent, i’m always writing men the way i wish they were vs. the way they might be in real life or porn.

anyway i will shut it now and continue to share sexy BTS videos and GIFs because the real world out there is pretty fucking terrible rn.

let’s all take a breath and enjoy this escape:

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[sugarplumteddybear]

☆ LAYLA LOBOS ☆

welcome to my virtual diary! 🔮🔮🔮

☆ ☆ 🌟 ABOUT ME 🌟 ☆ ☆

name: Layla Lobos | {LAY-LAH} {LOW-BOS} birthday: april 29th, 2003 | taurus sun, aries moon, cap rising, taurus mercury, aries venus, aquarius mars, leo jupiter, libra midheaven ☆ fav color: purple and silver! fav food: dumplings and turkey sandwiches! fav drink: strawberry lemonade

my entire life, ive wanted to be a star. ive dreamt about it, and it’s my forevermore. i write in every format, but im a songwriter at heart. my work is heavily constructed by the era of the 90s, 2000s, early 2010s, with a hint of that 60s charm. my idols including michael jackson, janet jackson, britney spears, beyonce, lady gaga, blackpink, the weeknd, evanescence, and lana del rey. my fav genres of music are pop, rock, and rnb. also, a huge fan of electric guitars and violins.

im also a major geek for fashion! ive been sketching since i was thirteen. i used to put on fashion shows for family members, diy clothes for school, and much more. my fav brands being vivienne westwood, calvin klein, betsey johnson, adidas, versace, chanel, victoria secret, mugler, ralph lauren, and abercrombie. my fashion sense is very directed by my adolescence. im an early 2000s baby, so i naturally adore the 2000s, 90s glamour. although, the early 10s with a hint of 60s as well. i don’t like labeling art, but those are an overview. i never stay within my comfort zone, i like what i like, no matter what category it is.

acting is cool to me as well. surprise, surprise.. a singer likes acting too, lock me away lol.. no but in all seriousness, ive written a few screenplays for movies, maybe a show or two.. i am not somebody who just likes things, im obsessive. acting is very freeing to me, especially at midnight when im suddenly a vampire from the 1700s or a glamour girl waiting for her beau.

another one of my passions would be psychology. major nerd for that terminology stuff. idk if its because im the older sister, or mentally ill, but psychology is such a fascination!

more fun facts about me: 1. i live for tarot readings, 2. my fav genre of books is nonfiction, 3. i hate bananas and bell peppers, 4. my least favorite character of all time is nanny carrie from one tree hill, 5. my name means dark/night beauty, 6. hello kitty whore, 7. i have a weird love for dinosaurs, dragons, and sharks, 8. cats and wolves are my fav animals, 9. if i could lunch with any person in the world dead or alive, it would be brittany murphy, and 10. im half mexican, half german.

overall, i wanna be a star! i wanna perform under the starlight where my grandpa gets the best seat in the sky, watching me. i wanna show my talents and love galore all over the world. i wanna travel and see the beautiful mother earth. i want to make an impact on people.

—————

i wanna create an impact throughout my sense of direction, writing, love, music, and creativity.

sincerely,

layla lobos 💋

[allurecile]

★ seven ( 7 ) rings

OT7 – ( enhypen randoms )

which luxury brand’s i think enhypen members would be the faces.

note: i just wanted to say that i’m working on the leak & delete maknae version and i haven’t post anything yesterday, so that’s why i’m posting this enhypen random ( just so you guys don’t feel like i’m leaving yall lol ) ,, that’s it. bai ^^

─── bookshelf .

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 : bulgari.

bulgari just feels right when i think about heeseung. he would look just marvellous if he did a photoshoot for the brand. heeseung has that luxury and chic style when it comes to photoshoots, specially for luxury brands, so bulgari would be the perfect house for him. i can see heeseung at runaway after parties and chatting with other people while trying to practice his english; wearing that white suit and gold jewellery. elegant, fancy and brilliant. and i almost forgot to mention: the way he would glance at the interviewer and the camera in a flirty way would have so many mixed reactions though…

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 : cartier.

i can picture jongseong wearing one of their watches, or even recording a perfume comercial for the brand. i can see jongseong wearing cartier’s sun glasses with a polo shirt and a pair of jeans — just like that rich uncle. i can see him wearing those cartier expensive rings and showing them off wearing a black suit with his hair slipped back; when being recorded/photographed as an exclusive runaway guest. he would be the brand’s favorite; because he just has this luxurious profile.

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 : ( yves ) saint laurent.

oh my gosh, you can’t tell me his name doesn’t sounds perfect with the brand’s name. just thinking about jaeyun at a yves saint laurent comercial makes my legs weak. i can see him wearing ysl’s perfume daily and saying that deliberately to engenes at weverse’s lives; making them go crazy over the brand’s perfume — wanting to know how their favorite idol smells like. scrolling through some of the men’s clothing at runaways, there were outfits that i could imagine jaeyun wearing them and making the outfits look so much better and elegant. i can’t finish this off without saying how ysl would love to have him at runaways, knowing how jaeyun is popular and charming they knew he would be the spotlight on the show.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 : calvin klein.

i just know sunghoon would make ladies — and gentlemen too — get on their knees for him with a single calvin klein photoshoot teaser. i imagine the photo being sunghoon with calvin klein’s underwear, a white tee stamped with the brand’s name and a loose jean — not all the way buttoned. i imagine so many poses that sunghoon would look good, and one of them is his hands pulling his hair back, making his muscles contract and show off his worked triceps. “gosh, calvin klein wants us killed!” — someone would comment on twitter ( X ). another thing i can’t forget is his scent while using the calvin klein’s men perfume. the citrusy scent mixed with a fruity background makes me think sunghoon’s neck would be so good to smell.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 : celine.

i was thinking about dior, but when celine came to my mind, it got my attention. i mean, dior would be perfect for sunwoo, but celine sounds even better. celine is a brand that i perceive as elegant but a every-day elegant; do you understand? i think sunwoo has this charisma that the brand can follow without losing the luxurious essence. imagine him wearing celine’s white tee with black washed jeans looking at the camera with his eyes covered by the shades he is wearing. the thought of sunwoo posing with one hand placed inside the jean’s pocked while the other one is slightly letting the glasses hang over his nose, makes me feel dizzy. i can see him using blue contacts on a black suit elegantly waving at the camera while he is making his way onto one of the many runaways celine invited him.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 : hermès.

jungwon and hermès is harmonic. it just sounds harmonic. jungwon has this baby face but a mature personality when you know him well. hermès isn’t the first brand that pops into your mind when someone mentions luxury brands. i can see him wearing this outfit and later posting a selca on enhypen’s offcial instagram or on weverse. jungwon’s after party interview for hermès would be iconic and the fandom would go crazy over his fit. engenes who have been in the crowd at the from of the event’s building could tell that this man was smelling like heaven. they wish they could afford a hermès perfume and see jungwon again as their partner. plus: the bluish eye contacts he was wearing would make him so sexy that it makes my head hurts.

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 : versace.

please, you can’t convince me riki hasn’t the profile to be the versace boy. not just one of the donatella’s favourite, but everyone’s favourite. he would match so well with hyunjin’s and ning’s visuals that imagining his/their photoshoot makes me pass out. i can see him shyly thanking donatella for her admiration for him after she complimented him. riki would let out such a cute and shy smile that would make every girl melts at the sight. paparazzi’s cameras all over him while he waves his hand posing in front of a blank background wearing a stunning versace outfit. his black hair would look so good with everything that it would make nearly impossible to photograph him in a bad angle or in a way that would make him look ugly. his interaction with his korean sunbaenim would be so cute that engenes and stays comment about this moment every time versace releases photoshoot’s teasers on their instagram. “donatella wanna see us dead” — a netcizen would comment. a thing i can’t forget to mention is that riki knows how hot he looks; so he wouldn’t hesitate to tease us with sleeveless shirts or lip bites. however, i can’t tell you if this is a curse or a blessing.

EDITS OF THEM WITH THIS SONG. LMAO

© 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞 , originals — 24.

taglist: @jakesangel , @laylasbunbunny , @jaeyunpinkyring . . .

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