#fell in love through photographs ( ooc. )

[theother-victoria]

Mr reca word vomit bc the brain worms won’t leave my brain!!! I promise I’m Very Sane abt this man

TAGS: not proofread, written before his release so potentially ooc and I’m too lazy to rewrite it post-release, secret relationship trope, reader wears lipstick, making out eheheheheh, reader is smaller/shorter than him, this is my propaganda and sign for u to become a reca kisser too

TAGLIST: @akutasoda, @https-sourlimes, @tragedy-of-commons, @mitsvriii (putting you on the reca kisser agenda >:3), @harque, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @moineauz

Ok so imagine being in a secret relationship with the man himself…

Like the two of you HATE each other’s guts in public. As a rival film producer, the public loves to pit your films against each other, and the two of you as well apparently. There have been so many instances of you making small digs and sly remarks toward each other during interviews that it’s become somewhat expected by now. You have a gripe with the pacing of his films and his fame. He has a bone to pick with your cinematography.

“That manic director’s most recent film? I would give my thoughts, but unfortunately I fell asleep not even halfway through.”

“That uninspired, dreadfully dull and artistically lacking director? All their films look the same. I couldn’t differentiate them even if I wanted to.”

No matter how critically acclaimed your work is, he always has something to say about it.

Even if it was in the back of an alley with his hands gripping your hips tightly and teeth nipping at your neck.

"It took until a quarter of the way through the movie before- hah- your cinematography finally showed some signs of thought put into the shots. I know you can do better than this. So why- mmph- did it take you so long?"

You angrily nip on his bottom lip. A flash of satisfaction runs through you when you hear him hiss and taste blood on the tip of your tongue.

“Like you’re one to talk with the horrendous pacing of your newest film! Tell me, what was the plot of it again? Because I- mmm!?- already forgot the direction it was supposed to be taking twenty minutes in!”

"Well, you just simply lack reading comprehension. Not my fault, of course.”

“Oh, you little piece of-!”

He shuts you up with a rough and messy kiss. Your legs immediately go jelly and were it not for his leg slotted between yours and pushing you up against the wall, you think you would’ve collapsed right there and then.

When he pulls away, your lips are glossy and swollen. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that makes him smirk in satisfaction and without any hesitation, he pulls out his camera to take a few shots.

“Yes, yes, wonderful! That expression really suits you!”

Anger looks good on you, but he much rather prefers this expression.

He leans in for another kiss and because you can’t say no to him, you indulge him- until you hear footsteps nearby. You hurriedly clamp your hand over his mouth and wait until they’re gone before glaring at him.

“Stop running your mouth so much in public! You’ll give us away at this point!”

“Then stop being so loud,” he hisses back, though he’s in no better state than you, his-already-disheveled hair an absolute mess now from you gripping it. His flushed face is littered with lipstick marks and you can’t resist the temptation to add a few more.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?” he huffs out as you place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. A soft kiss to his eyelid makes his eyes flutter shut and an affectionate sigh escape him. He smells of the chemicals used to develop film and strong coffee…

Then there’s a gasp and the undeniable sound of a camera shutter going off. Caught red handed.

You pull apart from him with a surprised gasp and expression. Strangely, he doesn’t look fazed at all. Still as smug as ever.

You whirl around to see an equally-shocked photographer standing there. Paparazzi, from the looks of it. He was probably going around and looking for some potential shots before accidentally stumbling upon something that would make front-page headlines. When you look back at him, then at the photographer, there’s even more people now snapping away at the two of you in a compromising position.

With the damage already done, you try to leave before he stops you. His jacket resting on your shoulders dwarfs your smaller frame and he yanks on the film strip belt to reel you back in. The crowd of photographers has doubled now, murmuring excitedly to themselves.

“Wh- let go! The paparazzi are having a field day-!”

He silences you with a swift kiss and a pinch to the inner thigh. The cameras flash even more rapidly now.

“Let them see for all I care.”

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[sakumz]

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ n. arashi x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

wc ⚘ :ㅤ

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" the idol, y/n... I'm pretty sure I did hear that name somewhere before, " izumi hums as arashi continues to scroll through her feed, showing izumi random stuff she could find as both of them got ready for their photoshoot.

" that idol is making their debut in modelling, as said in this post and they're cute! I can't wait to meet them, " arashi says as izumi side eyes her.

" please don't tell me, you fell for them just by stalking their instagram. "

" of course not, "

as both idols left the dressing room in the outfits they were meant to wear for the shoot. they caught sight of you, wearing a similar outfit. well the outfits were all probably meant to match since its under a theme. arashi can't help but feel star struck upon seeing you do your thing, from the cute little winks to smile. you're just adorable in her eyes.

" we're done with your shots! would you like to see them? " the photographer says as you leave the spot to skip over to the area with many cameras, lights and laptops.

you can't help but let a little smile crawl up your face as you look at your work of art. you're satisfied after all, hoping your fans will like your works as much as you did. continuing the small conversation you're having with the staff, you and arashi made eye contact as she was having her shots taken.

" hey newbie, " a certain gray hair man calls as he stood next to you.

" uh izumi sena, right? " you extend your hand out for a shake as he stares at your hand in disgust, arashi internally crying as she watches the exchange from afar while her shots were still getting taken.

" what am I, a dog? " he snickers as you retract your hand, looking elsewhere from the man. you couldn't help but pout at his words.

" just kidding, hahaha. anyways my friend over there thinks your cute, " he says as he ran towards arashi to push her out of the area where her shots her taken.

you can't help but laugh at the action, arashi looking towards you as a smile crept back up her features. you sound lovely and still cute to her. hearing the snap and flash of a camera, the idol couldn't help but turn to look at the camera. only to glare at her friend, holding the camera close to himself as he was the one who took her photo using one of the cameras.

" come over here, " izumi demands as you rush over.

" that's the face of a love struck person, " izumi says as he shows you the photo of arashi he took.

" well this love struck person is pretty adorable, " you say as arashi comes towards you two.

" hear that arashi? they think you're adorable, " izumi turns to look at his friend. coming face to face with arashi as she peeks over izumi to look at the photo.

" of course I'm adorable. I'm an idol and a model, you know, " arashi states the obvious as izumi deadpans.

" you're adorable too, y/n! " she gushes as she takes hold of both of your hand. izumi sighing at the sudden attitude.

" t-thank you, "

" we should hang out sometime, you're a natural at modelling. your smile is contagious, " hearing the compliment, you can't help but blush.

" yeah sure, let's visit a cat cafe if you're okay with it, " arashi agrees.

" get a room you two, " izumi huffs.

both arashi and you turned to stare at the man. ready to bully him for all his comments and complains for the day.

[will-noble-owns-my-ass]

Panic Stations

This is another Amy x Iain idea and it serves as day 9 of an advent calendar for @goodboybadrep-ooc! I hope you enjoy ❤️

Amelia sighed slightly as she pulled the keys to her late mum’s house out of her pocket. She really wished her brothers were with her but they were both working so going through her things fell down to her.

She stood in the hallway of a house that used to feel warm and homely, but now their mother wasn’t there, to Amy it just felt dark and cold. She stared at the kitchen wall as she waited for the kettle to boil. Once her tea was made she pushed herself off the counter and made her way up to the attic to go through some of her mum’s old stuff.

She climbed to the attic and sat down pulling a box of photographs towards her, she instantly felt tears prick in her eyes and the breath catch in her throat as she looked through the photos of her family. She heard the front door go as she tried to pull herself back together as she heard a faint “Amy love?” slowly getting closer and eventually the attic door opened and her boyfriend Iain Dean appeared as she sobbed quietly “Amy love? What is it?” he asked softly as she pointed to all the photos struggling to get her breath back “Oh Sweetheart, What are you doing here by yourself anyway? Weren’t your brothers supposed to come with you?” she nodded “Y-yes bu- but their wor-working.”

He pulled her into a tight hug putting slight pressure on her so that she had a calming presence “Oh love come on, let's get you downstairs and we’ll go to the Hope and Anchor and we’ll come back and go through all this when your brothers are free yeah?” she nodded feeling calmer as he hugged her “Sounds good. Hey… how did you know I was here?” she asked softly “Will told me” she smiled slightly “Of course he did… thank you for coming…”

He smiled and kissed her forehead pulling her into another hug “Of course Amy. anytime you need me you know that.”

[professorbluebell]

Hello! My name is Ray Bluebell, though most people call me Bell. I was born in the Alola region and at the age of 12 started my adventure as a trainer. In my trainer days I travelled around to a great number of regions and built up my Pokémon team. They are the ones who inspired me to become a Pokémon professor. Back when I was a professor I did research into Pokémon’s relationship with humans, specifically friendship. I am now retired from the academic world and am currently the owner and caretaker of the Blue Moon Pokemon sanctuary on Florio Island in the Lental region. I fell in love with the Lental region when I came here on a vacation to do some Pokémon photography and just ended up staying. I pitched to the local community the idea of a Pokémon sanctuary that would be a home to Pokémon who were abused, hurt, abandoned, unable to be released into the wild, or who just want a peaceful place to live without risk of being captured. Through fundraisers and a generous donation of an old manor and archers of land, I was able to build my Pokémon haven. Now for the rest of my days I plan to help Pokémon who need it live their best lives while also giving back to the community that gave me so much. I hope you’ll join us on our journey to establish a safe place for Pokémon.

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All the images used on this account were either photographs taken by me or edits of official Pokémon cards. The Pokémon franchise and it’s work belongs to Nintendo. This is just an account for fun and I make no money off of it.

I am 23, bi, use she/they pronouns, and will try to keep this blog sfw. There will be cuss words, though.

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hi so I need fc ideas for a 20+ year old girl who is v v rich but v v scarred for tba reasons. pls send help, thank you

[cafeacademia]

Promises

Draco Malfoy x Reader (smut)

Summary: Draco reunites with his best friend after the war, but when they see each other again, unsaid feelings come to the surface.

Warnings: Some angst/sadness, talk of war, lots of fluff, oral (fem rec), sex.

Word count: Approx 3600

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A/N: Hi loves! I really loved writing this one and I hope it came out well. Please let me know if Draco is too OOC, but I love playing with his softer side, especially post war. Enjoy! 💖 NOTE: Paragraphs in italics are memories

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Draco lay awake, only one thing seemed to play on his mind as he allowed it to wander. It was a painful memory, one that lingered and nearly every time he closed his eyes, he saw you looking back at him with tears in your eyes. That was the last memory of you he had. And it hurt him deeply to know he’d done that to you. Of all of the things he had done in his life, hurting you was the thing he deeply regretted.

Please don’t forget me and all of the things we did.

His fingers traced over the written words, scribbled onto the back of a photograph he had given you, though now it was in his hands.

Draco sighed as he read the words over again, gently turning the photo over in his hands to see the image of you both together. He could almost feel the joy shared between you in that moment, had it not been for the pain it reminded him of. The loss that he faced.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Draco tried hard to hold his emotions in, but slowly, he was unravelling. The smart suit, the well styled hair, not a piece out of place, but it was all a front and it quickly came crashing down when the tears fell, his hands running through his hair, clinging harshly to the ashen locks, his tie feeling almost suffocating and Draco pulled at it until it was loose enough.

How could he have thrown it all away to appease someone that didn’t care for him? At least not cared for in the way he wanted to be. The way you cared for him.

It had always been secret. It had been rainy free periods you spent secretly up in a small tower room, nestled away atop a winding staircase that was tucked behind the portrait of a lady gilded in gold at Draco’s side. It had been hours spent in class, secretly trying to cast glances at one another, hoping you’d get paired together in practical studies. It was those moments in class that you had spent your time standing close to Draco, acting as if you barely knew each other beyond being classmates.

It had been those moments that you had harboured a secret of your own. A secret of your feelings towards the ashen haired Slytherin boy. It was the little touches, his fingers brushing against your hand under the table in class, it was lingering looks shared between you and uncontrollable smiles that you just couldn’t seem to calm until you looked away from him.

It was the way your heart fluttered when Draco said your name, the way he called you love and put his arm around you in that teasing manner. And you had wished it was real. That when he did those things that it was genuine, but you knew you’d never have that with Draco, so you cherished the secret friendship you had with him instead.

“We can’t see each other again, it’s the only way to keep you safe, love.” Draco told you as he held your hands in his. His stomach lurched, chest tightening with guilt for what he was doing, but he knew if he didn’t push you away, you might be pulled into the side of the war he was trying so hard to keep you away from. “Please, just come with me Draco.” You plead, tears rolling down your cheeks as you urged him to stay with you. “Please?” “You know I can’t, sweetheart.” He shook his head, trying his best not to cry, because he knew if he let his tears out, he would give in and go with you and then you really could be in danger.

“Promise you’ll find me when this is over.” You whispered, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his and he struggled to hold your gaze, seeing the hurt you held in your eyes. “I promise, love.” Draco reassured you. Before he could turn away to leave, you threw yourself into his arms, your head resting against him as you cried, your fingers slipping something into his jacket pocket. “Goodbye sweetheart.” Were the last words he spoke to you, holding you tightly before he let go, his eyes catching yours before he turned away, his heart sinking ever deeper as he left you behind.

And it was later when he pulled out the photo of the two of you together, laughing and standing close together, that Draco realised you had probably known that moment would come, else you wouldn’t have had the photo prepared to give to him with the note scrawled onto the back.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, Draco internally scolded himself for having not kept his promise. The war had ended a year ago and he had yet to come and find you. And what made it all the more difficult was that he knew exactly where you were.

Would you run into his arms when you saw him? Would you reject him? Tell him you didn’t want to be around him? Truth be told, Draco had tried to uphold his promise as soon as the war had ended, but when he found you, exactly where you had told him you would be when all of this was over, Draco couldn’t quite bring himself to step back into your life.

What if you were happy without him? Granted, all you had ever been was friends, but Draco certainly couldn’t deny that maybe there was something else there too and he knew he’d never really know until he came back to you.

Sighing, Draco placed the little photo down on his nightstand and propped it up against a candle holder as his thoughts of you lingered in his mind.

Closing up shop for the day, you stepped out of the front door of your store giving Fred and George a little wave as they saw off the last of their customers. You counted yourself lucky to be able to even open your shop in Diagon Alley and even luckier to be receiving good custom and be opposite two friendly faces.

Having a rummage in your bag, you pulled out the keys, locked up your shop and took a few steps along the side of the building until you reached the entrance to the staircase that led up to your apartment above the shop. Walking up the steps, you turned and let yourself into the apartment. It wasn’t long before you had gotten yourself settled and comfortable with a warm drink and a good hearty fire started in your little wood burner.

You were lost in your evening routine when a knock at the door caught your attention and you frowned, setting your mug down on the coffee table as you got up. You hadn’t been expecting company, but you assumed that perhaps one of the Weasley twins needed something, the three of you often dropping by to borrow something or for a quick chat and a cup of tea.

But when you pulled the front door open to see your ashen haired boy, Draco Malfoy on your doorstep, you thought for a moment that you might be dreaming, because in truth, you had dreamed of this happening, of him arriving one day out of the blue and you almost didn’t believe it was real.

“Draco?” You whispered his name and he looked sheepishly at you, afraid of your reaction. You looked him over, a little stunned for a moment as he stood in your doorway. With his hands shoved in his trouser pockets, a wool jumper thrown over his button up shirt and a long black woollen coat over the top, he looked a bit more casual than when you had last seen him with slightly messy hair from the wind out in the street, cheeks a little flushed and you had to admit, it definitely suited him well.

“Hi love, is it okay that I’m here? I can go if-.” “Please don’t leave.” It came out barely above a whisper, your voice failing you as you stood under his gaze. It was a feeling you hadn’t realised you had missed, the way you felt under his eyes and despite his often brash, harsh demeanor, there was something so tender and gentle about him.

Swallowing harshly, you finally mustered up the courage to step aside and let him in, Draco slowly taking a step over the threshold and for the first time in over a year, you stood close to him again. You could feel his warmth, the edge of his coat brushing gently against you as he looked you over, soft blue eyes taking you in and he seemed to relax slightly in your presence.

There was a lingering silence and while his company was welcome and warm, the weight of all of the unspoken things you had longed to tell him almost had you bursting at the seams. You had no idea where to start, what to even say first and for a moment, Draco watched you as thoughts and emotions came to you, your eyes glistening as the swell of tears rose, your lower lip wobbling slightly as you struggled to find the words to say to him.

“Sweetheart,” He paused, about to tell you he wouldn’t stay long if his visit was causing you hurt, but before he could continue, hot, heavy tears escaped you, rolling down your cheeks and he didn’t spare a moment before tugging you into his embrace, bringing you the comfort he knew you had been reaching for, but hadn’t had the courage to take.

“I’m here, I’ve got you.” Draco’s voice was softer than you remembered, the years of pain and stress he had endured, forced to play as Voldemort’s pawn and the pressure from his family had obviously played into the boy you remembered at school, though with you he had always been gentler and kinder and while back then it had seemed uncharacteristic, now it felt natural to see him that way, Draco slowly allowing himself to be comfortable with his true nature.

“I knew you’d find me.” You sobbed against his coat, Draco’s tears falling as he almost curled over you, holding you so close, so tightly, afraid to let go of you. “I promised I would, love.” He reminded you, speaking softly against your hair as his hand gently soothed up your back to cradle your head against him. You breathed in deeply, tears slowing as his scent filled your senses, calming you a little, the gentle beat of his heart lulling you into a state of calm.

“I missed you so much.” His voice shook as he spoke, finally being able to let out everything he had held in for months of being away from you. As you whispered the words back to him, you clung to Draco, afraid to let go of him as he stood in the middle of your living room and that strange, hazy feeling of disbelief washed over you, making you feel like you might be dreaming, but every time Draco tightened his embrace or moved a little bit, it reminded you that it was very much real.

You stayed that way for a while, neither of you making moves to let go and by the time you finally parted from him, just enough to look up at the Slytherin, you had no idea how long you had been there for, holding each other, but you knew from a quick glance at the window that it had been a while as now it was dark and rain began to patter gently against the old, single paned wobbly glass windows.

Reaching up, your touch tentative as you slowly soothed your fingers over his cheek, Draco’s eyes softening as he allowed you, almost leaning into you as you took a moment to really take him in. He looked tired, but there was a vibrancy in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen in a long time and if you were to ask him, you were sure he’d tell you what he used to say when you were both at Hogwarts. “It’s because you’re here.” He’d say in a teasing manner. But maybe it really was the reason.

His jaw was lined with short, day old stubble, though it was still quite soft under your touch. Your fingers reached up, gently brushing at the hair above his ear, the pale whitened hair having grown out a little bit and to be honest, the softer, casual look suited him. Draco hummed quietly, almost involuntarily as his eyes closed at the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, tucking some of it behind his ear.

And when he opened his eyes again, gazing down at you with a look in his eyes that brought back memories, times that felt so long ago, when they had only been a couple of years ago.

“Come here,” He laughed, reaching forwards and winding his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him before he gently took your hand in his. “May I have this dance?” He asked, bowing to you, his grin widening as you giggled in delight. “You may.” You replied, giving him a playful little curtsy before he lifted your arm so you could do a little twirl.

Draco looked at you with such a loving look in his eyes and your heart paced quickly in your chest, butterflies fluttering through you as you twirled for him. You turned to face him, your hands coming up to his chest to stop yourself in your movements, but you quickly pulled away. Draco couldn’t take his eyes off you, all night he had wanted to dance with you at the ball, all night he had wanted to see you twirl in your beautiful dress and watch the way you looked up at him with that lovely gleam in your eye. He just hoped no one noticed you were both missing from the hall, having snuck you off up to your secret little tower room so he could give you the dance he wished he had been able to give you down in the hall.

The way he looked at you, the way he tugged you close and held you as if you were something truly precious made you think that Draco might kiss you, and it was at that moment that you began to realise that you were falling in love with your best friend.

Draco wished things had remained that way.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He broke the silence, the way he almost sobbed the words out broke your heart. “I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry I left you, I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner.” Draco teared up, the lump in his throat tightening as he reached up to brush his fingers against the back of your hand that rested on his cheek, gently holding it in both of his hands.

“It’s alright, it’s over and you’re here now, that’s all that matters Draco.” You whispered softly to him, letting him hold your hands in his and the Slytherin smiled softly at you, his shoulders relaxing a little as he took your words in. You wanted to reach up, lean into him and kiss him. You wanted to kiss Draco and show him how much he meant to you, how much you had missed him, how much you loved him, but you were scared. He’d only just come back, what if all he was looking for was his best friend and nothing more? What if he’d already moved on in the year after the war?

And while you were too shy to do it, too shy to finally admit how you felt after all of those years, Draco noticed. He noticed you deep in thought, love swirling deep in your eyes whenever you caught his gaze, the way his smile seemed to make you act all flustered and how his touch, intimate and gentle was making you lean into him.

And just like that evening of the Yule Ball, Draco pulled you close. He pulled you against his chest, your hands coming up to rest against him and before your shyness could take over and have you pull away, Draco leaned in, his lips brushing gently against yours, his eyes sliding shut as he listened to your surprised, little gasp, though you made no moves to stop him, only leaning closer into him.

Draco kissed you, his lips soft against yours as he embraced you gently, his hands resting at your lower back. Your kiss was timid at first, but as you relaxed into him, the reality of what was happening sinking in, you slowly deepened the kiss. He hummed when he felt your touch trail over his shoulders and comb through his hair until your hands met at the back of his neck, pulling yourself flush against his chest.

It was warm, Draco was warm and your stomach fluttered with butterflies, accompanied with something you could only describe as a gentle warmth that blossomed in your heart. Draco felt himself relax further, kissing you with a passionate intensity, but still so gentle and tender. Draco knew now as he kissed you, that you always had been the love of his life. He’d never find another person that knew and loved him as deeply as you did.

As you parted, Draco resting his forehead against yours, he relished in the feeling of warmth and love he shared with you. The soft crackle of the little wood burner was the only sound between the two of you, aside from your soft breaths and the sound of Draco slowly sliding his coat off his shoulders, draping it carefully over your armchair. You opened your eyes to meet his, the soft, warm glow of the fire was the only thing lighting the room as the evening drew in, but all of your focus was on Draco and all of his on you.

“Can we stay like this? Just me and you?” You asked softly, not wanting to disturb the peace the two of you had created. “I’d love nothing more.” Draco replied, embracing you against him as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips gentle against yours.

You leaned into him, whimpering softly as Draco pressed you up against the wall, his hands wandering as he kissed you breathless. “Make me yours, Draco.” You whispered against his lips, Draco’s grip on your waist tightened at your words.

His kisses trailed down from your lips, fluttering over your neck and you gasped softly as he gently worked you up. Pulling you into his arms, Draco picked you up, laying you down on the sofa before slowly teasing you, his hands tugging at your top. He was gentle, just as gentle as you imagined as he undressed you, pulling your shirt away and carefully removing your bra, Draco looking down at you in awe as he took you in. You looked beautiful beneath him, exposed with that sweet, flustered look on your features, eyes full of adoration as you looked up at the man above you as he undressed himself.

It was hazy and warm and so loving as he took you, his gentle movements bringing you so much pleasure. His hot breath against your tender skin elicited a soft moan from you, fingers working you in soft motions as he played with you. The way he looked up at you as he pleasured you, drawing circles around your sensitive bud, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle passion melted you, your eyes rolling back as he pulled moans and soft gasps from you over and over again, his name falling from your lips as he worked you.

Sliding his hardened length into you, Draco grunted softly, his eyes closing for a moment as he pulled out and thrust back into you, pulling a sweet, airy moan from you. Draco watched you through half lidded eyes, the way you arched into him as he made love to you, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and passion for him. His touch trailed over your body, thumb circling over your sensitive bud as he watched you. Your moans were almost hypnotic, the way you whined out his name in pleasure as he hit the spot that made you gasp.

“I’ve got you, darling, let go.” He encouraged, and you did, your release rolling through you in a warm and loving intensity. Draco thrust into you, making love to you until his high came too, the soft grunts and moans, paired with the soft muttering of your name on his lips pulled a little whimper from you.

“I’ll take care of you, love.” He whispered, noticing the sleepy look on your features. And Draco gently cleaned you both up, his kisses soft and his eyes casting a gentle gaze over you.

“I love you.” It came out as a soft whisper from his lips, warm and sweet with an air of sincerity to his words as he gently stroked your hair away from your face. “Draco,” You paused with a sweet smile on your lips as you relaxed into his touch. “I’ve always loved you.” You told him, pulling him close. “I know, sweetheart.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Draco had always known.

“Will you stay with me?” You asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace as Draco pulled you onto him so that your head was resting on his chest, your arm thrown over his middle as he drew in a breath, a smile forming on his lips. “Of course I will, darling. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He reassured you. “I promise.”

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Mischief Managed Sim - Second Life RolePlay

Credit: Beginning Photo taken by Mischief Managed Sim and  Photo of girl with book on her head is also from Mischief Managed and can be found on the same Instagram page. The Instagram page can be found at this link~https://www.instagram.com/hogwartsmischiefmanagedsl/

Let’s be honest, there are very few people who aren’t fans of J.K. Rowlings Harry Potter Series. What if I told you there was a Roleplaying experience where you could play the role of a Hogwarts student? I’ll be honest, I’ve been trying to get into this Roleplaying sim for years. I’ve always loved and have been immersed with the Harry Potter book series and the movies. I found myself reading and watching Harry Potter often as a kid loving a world that is filled with magic and experiences relevant to each individual. I was so excited to finally be accepted into this Roleplaying sim experience through Linden Labs Second Life platform (for reference I use the Firestorm viewer). This post as always will be labeled by sections so you’re able to choose what you want to read after the initial post below. 

To begin, Mischief Managed is unlike any RP sim I’ve ever been in. Being a complete nerd and having a full love of the series this is truly an experience. When you first enter the sim you are welcomed at the starting point which is platform 9 3/4 with the Hogwarts train at Kings Cross Station. From here you can learn all about the sim, go through the application process, grab a HUD if you're new, or if you are coming onto the sim as someone new on Monday’s is what they call Open Sim Day. Typically the sim is closed to members who did not apply and are not apart of the RP. However, on these days at the front you pick up a tag that says OOC this stands for out of character and you are able to experience and explore the entire sim without the need for commitment to the RP experience. Typically you will find bloggers, photographers, and explorers alike coming and enjoying the scenic views and learning about the RP community and everything Mischief Managed has to offer. Otherwise the sim is closed off all other days. This sim keep in mind is a complete replica of the Harry Potter Universe this includes but is not limited to; Hogsmede, King’s Cross Station, Diagon Alley, and Hogwarts. 

I’ll be honest, I went through the application process because I really wanted to experience and be apart of this RP. Finally an RP I felt I would truly enjoy. The only RP sim I am a part of inside of Second Life is the 1920′s Berlin sim which is truly a hidden gem and a lot of fun. My post on the 1920′s Berlin RP sim can be found here: www. 

The application process asks for a lot so be prepared you can read more about this later on in the posts by looking for the title that says “Application Process.” There is also a HUD that enhances the overall RP experience for everyone involved. To keep myself rather anonymous since that’s what I do best even though if any of the members read this they will most likely know who I am, my character traits are listed below:

House: Gryffindor First Year Student

Age: 12 years old

Wand: Phoenix Feather, 10 inches, 

Character Traits:

Backstory:

Characteristic: Red hair, small, average weight but more on the skinny side, with light blue eyes.

On my first day on the sim I decided to take part in the open sim day to see if this would be an RP sim I would enjoy. I fell in love with the scenic views and how everything was created as an exact replica of the Harry Potter Universe. I enjoyed walking through the sim and experiencing everything there was to experience. That day everyone was so nice and introduced themselves as their RP characters and out of character. Everyone is so kind, respectful, and fun to chat with. I found a lot of photographers taking photos of couples in front of the castle and others taking scenic shots. I saw bloggers who were walking around and gaining information to partake in creating. post. There were so many different people who were enjoying everything Mischief Managed had to offer. 

On my first day after my application was processed and accepted I fell in love with the RP I was already creating with my character. This was my first time RPing as a child avatar which I typically would not do. However, this was an exception I wanted to experience every year in order and wanted to start from the beginning and work my way up. Especially since this is what is seen in the Harry Potter books and movies and is communicated within Harry Potter lore. The sim has a Discord server to join if you have a Discord. This was a little confusing to me but everyone was so nice once I entered. I was automatically placed in the Gryffindor server. In each server there are specific events for each house, and the RP is truly unique. I fell in love with the RP, the kindness and helpfulness of the people, the experience that is created with everything involved, the sim scenery it is the perfect place and RP for any fan of Harry Potter. 

In conclusion, I highly recommend becoming a part of the RP or even just exploring the sim during open sim days on Monday’s. The experience is truly unique and there is so much to discover and explore. There are so many people who are drama free and respectful to all and there is no need to be afraid to be yourself. Everyone is super accepting through your visit whether you are a member of the sim after the application process or visiting out of character. If you have never checked out this sim before please do. Below you will find the location link, the Mischief Managed website link, and social media links.

Application Process:

This specific Roleplaying sim is highly sought after, because of this there is a full application process. Crazy right? Ahead of time you should have an idea of your character, their background story, interests, wand - size, length, and wood, character traits, and make sure you are able to compile a well written role-play post or they may not accept you in. The application process this time around for me took about 7 days. I used the Pottermore website now called www.WizardingWorld.com to complete my characters profile such as the house they are in, their wand size, length, and wood, and my characters Patronous. You can apply to be a student, adult, part of the ministry, a professor, etc. The sim is a non-profit and giant money through their donations to keep the Roleplay sim running. For more information you can go to https://mischiefmanagedsl.net . Keep in mind there is a dress code. Also there are classes throughout the evening. All of the activities are on SLT and PST (PST is Second Life Time = SLT). If you are interested in applying please make sure your RP skills are okay and you can effectively create an RP post and communicate as a character and not just yourself. If you don’t have at least beginner level RP skills you may not be accepted. Also you need a beginning spread to an RP character ahead of time when you apply with an idea of character characteristics, personality trait, when the first time magic was seen from your character, school house, school year/age, parental history, and small bio. 

Open Sim Day:

Monday’s are considered open sim day. The sim is primarily only open to RP members every day except for Monday’s. On Monday they have a day where OOC (out of character) avatars can explore and experience the sim before considering applying to the RP. This is a way for people to experience the sim on their own, take pictures, and enjoy the sim itself without having to be a member of the sim or having the need to RP. These are great days to experience especially if you are a fan of Harry Potter but don’t want to commit to creating a character and RPing once or more a week to keep current. 

RP HUD:

Yes! there is an actual HUD created by the creators of the sim. The HUD is an added component to enhance the RP. In this HUD there is a link to bring you to the schools paper which is through your external browser. It opens up a link to the webpage with all of the information for classes, RP opportunities for the week, and events. Another added component is your bio. It tells your RP name, your house, and your wand information as well as what you are for example, I’m labeled as a first year student in Gryffindor. Yes I am a Gryffindor! There is a button on your HUD for your stats. In each location you have the opportunity to interact with objects and different things. An example of this is, if you go to Hogsmede and your RPing as an adult you can get an alcoholic beverage and it will fill up your food and beverage meter. There are different bars you need to keep full throughout your RP experience. It makes it more real and can kind of remind of the The Sims 4 health bars. The different bars and what you need to do is listed below to keep them full. This RP is truly a whole experience. 

Communication - When you RP inside of the Mischief Managed Sim you will fill your communication bar.

Food/Beverage - When you drink or eat in the dining hall or anywhere else on the sim you will fill your food/beverage bar.

Bathroom/Cleanliness - When you clean yourself in the showers or use the bathroom on the sim you will fill up your bathroom bar. 

the only way your bars will fill up is you you use your HUD on the sim you can’t use it off sim. 

The HUD and RP is beginner friendly to those who are fairly new to RPing but were accepted or for those who are fantastic at RPing but not the best at working add ons inside of SL such as HUDs in general. 

There is also a button for your inventory. Yes, you can interact with everything inside of your inventory. This HUD is a simple point and click interface. When you are in world paying for your school supplies inside of your inventory there are coins to help you buy things. Weekly an allowance is given to all members through your HUD. I currently have a cauldron in my inventory and the money I need to buy and interact with stores and objects inside of the Sim. This is very brief information about the HUD but I really love how it adds to the overall experience. It definitely immerses me more into the sim and the overall RP with others. 

The pics below are part of the HUD there is a skills section and more. They really went all in with providing the best Roleplaying experience. To learn more you can visit their website. 

Avatar Profile:

Inventory:

Skills:

My First Day Experience:

I’ll be honest with everyone I recently joined this RP sim but have fallen in love with the sim, experience, and how helpful, kind, and fun the people who RP on the sim are. It’s very drama free and the story is always developing, you are the story. This is something I’ve always loved about virtual worlds, the RP experience. Right after being accepted I needed to join the Discord server, I was so nervous but everybody was so nice and welcoming. Everyone who RPs and saw I was new and joined welcomed me with open arms and asked how I was. The people are just so friendly, in character and out of character. The group is close knit and you slowly develop your character and join the others. It is so much fun. Being able to go to different areas of the sim and see something new in each area is so much fun. The creators of the sim created an exact replica of Hogwarts castle and honestly the amount of creativity and time that went into this sim is simply amazing. You can tell how much work truly went into making this experience unique. If you love Harry Potter and enjoy virtual worlds and Roleplaying this is definitely the sim for you. The experience is unlike any other and I could spend hours just chatting and developing my character in this world inside of a virtual world. If you are unsure as stated before there is an open sim day on Monday’s I highly suggest participating and taking a look it is worth taking in the scenery. 

Other Photos of Scenery Explored in the Sim:

Please note that all of the photos are not edited. I wanted everyone to get a feel for the sim for how it is in it’s natural form. However, my avatars photo is definitely edited slightly. But all other photos that are mine and put into this post are RAW. I like producing RAW images inside of SL it shows how the place truly looks. Don’t get me wrong editing photos can improve the beauty in each and every place but everyone should see the place experienced for what it is. 

Diagon Alley:

Front of the Hogwarts Castle:

Grande Staircase (also the staircases do move and portray the staircase in the movies accurately):

Outside of the Dining Hall:

Dining Hall:

Outdoor Courtyard:

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Sex Tapes - Todoroki Shouto

Summary: Billionaire playboy Todoroki Shouto has a secret collection of personal sex tapes and tonight he plans on adding to his stash.

Pairing: Celebrity!Shouto x Idol!Reader

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4k

Bingo Prompt: Sex Tapes

Warnings: Vaginal sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, hidden cameras, filming without permission, mild dirty talk, pull-out method

Notes: I was supposed to finish this last Saturday but life just has to get in the way sometimes. Well, here it is and I hope it was worth the wait. This was for @bnhabookclub​ NSFW weekly prompt "celebrity x celebrity". In this reader is a rising idol star that had just gotten her big break while Shouto is a young billionaire. I hope he's not too OOC! I may make this into a short series but haven’t decided.

 Todoroki Shouto adjusted his Windsor knot while looking at his reflection in the mirror. In just half an hour he’d be making his grand entrance at one of Japan’s largest charity balls that beckoned only the most famous of the country to attend. It was always considered one of the highest honors to be invited, a decree of one's success during the previous year.

 This was his sixth one, having become Japan’s youngest billionaire at the age of eighteen through risky business decisions and investments that all paid off in the end. Being a man of money and status had its perks. Women fell at his feet, he always got the best service in restaurants, and he could afford anything in the entire world that his mother may dream of having. Not that she ever asked for much, but he spoiled her all the same.

 A smirk pulled across his lips as he looked over his reflection. He never went home empty handed after one of these things. Young celebrities wanted nothing more than to climb the social ladder by riding his dick. He thought that his taste was impeccable when it came to...well, everything. Dates, food, cars, houses, he only wanted the best of the best and he was sure to get it.

 Every year Shouto had a tradition that none of his late night partners knew about. Hidden in the lavish bedroom in his penthouse were three small cameras and one well placed microphone. He quite enjoyed the secret tape collection he had. They were ordered by year and last name in a locked down file folder on his computer. Hard copies were kept in a secret safe. You never knew when you needed to cause a good scandal to take the eyes off of something that was maybe more sinister.

 He checked his ruby and diamond watch, the bejeweled face matching his iconic two-toned hair. Right on time, he mused as he checked himself over one last time before departing for the penthouse’s elevator. He made it down to the valet where a white limo had been waiting for him.

 The driver opened the door as Shouto said nothing. He entered, not even bothering to marvel at the red interior. The first few times he had ridden in his custom limo, it had amazed him at how well the designers were able to make his wishes come to life. Now it just seemed all the same to him. If you’ve ridden in one, you’ve ridden in them all. Painting it a different color only made it interesting for a short amount of time.

 When he arrived, there was a sea of expensive cars and limousines as far as he could see. He was silently thankful that large crowds like this didn’t bother him. While being with a big group of people wasn’t what he preferred, it also didn’t give him any kind of negative feeling such as anxiety or nervousness. It probably helped that he was great at working a room no matter how many were inside of it.

 The valet opened the door for him and he stepped out onto the long red carpet. Cameras were flashing as paparazzi stormed the limo, wanting to get a glimpse of his sharp white tux with bright red accents. His hair in perfect placement, having just gotten his undercut touched up that morning just for the event. He gave the cameras a sinful smirk that had all of the ladies sighing dreamily. If he were into small fry then maybe he’d take a few home and make them into stars. But no, he was after a much bigger fish tonight.

 He took his time walking to the building, enjoying the attention from the photographers and journalists. He entertained a few by doing some quick interviews about the event and his outfit. He praised his designers and stylists that worked hard to make him look the best, and that was probably the only honest thing he said to them.

 After nearly an hour, he ascended the stone staircase into the science museum where the ball was held. More people had arrived by this point and the place was filling nicely. He figured he was almost to capacity by the time he finally went inside.

 His mismatched eyes ran over the crowd, looking for one guest in particular. He knew from her social media that she would be here tonight and he was more than eager to start baiting her to get her to go home with him. He didn’t think it would be particularly difficult. It never was for him.

 Shouto’s gaze fell onto a beautiful young woman dressed in a tight dark blue dress with a long slit up the left side, exposing a fair amount of leg. He grabbed two glasses of champagne as he strode towards her at an even pace, not wanting to risk showing any sort of excitement.

 “Miss Y/L/N, how nice to finally meet you in person.” He said to the idol star in front of him. Her cheeks dusted pink in a light blush as she took one of the glasses from him. Everyone who was anyone knew who Todoroki Shouto was.

 She had just recently broken into the scene of stardom, having formerly been a member of a popular idol group. She started her solo career about a year ago and was finally a big name all on her own. The attention from other powerful people was still relatively new to her, her inexperience served as a kind of amusement for Shouto. If she  really   wanted to be a star, then he’d make her a star.

 “Mr. Todoroki, it’s nice to meet you.” She said, trying to hide her nerves. If she somehow spurned the young billionaire then she could ruin her own career. The mere thought had her walking on eggshells.

 He gave her one of his famous, dazzling smiles. “Please, call me Shouto. Mr. Todoroki is my father.” He teased and she chuckled lightly at the joke that admittedly wasn’t very original. “You look very lovely tonight, perhaps you’d like to dance with me later?”

 She looked up at him, blinking slowly as she processed the request. An excited smile crossed her soft lips, “I would love to Mr-” She stopped, “Shouto. Perhaps after I finish my drink?”

 Shouto nodded, sipping at his glass. They continued to make small talk, mostly about business and her rise to fame. When she asked him about his personal life he deflected, turning the conversation back to her. She didn’t seem to notice that he was doing this, which worked out better for him.

 As the night went on, he noticed her face flushing more and more, giggles spilling from her any time he teased her. They danced, ate  hors d'oeuvres  , and drank more of the bubbly alcohol than either of them probably should have. Shouto found himself becoming increasingly handsy as the time passed, first her upper back, then down to the gentle curve of her spine, her hips, and finally as they were slowly dancing he chanced to grab a handful of her ass.

  The idol star leaned into his toned chest, resting her head on his shoulder so that her breath fanned against his neck. She didn’t protest his touch, sighing softly instead of pulling away. The champagne had put her nerves around him at ease, and by now she was feeling as if she’d known him for years. In a way she had, always reading about him in magazines and seeing him on TV talking about his latest business ventures. He always found a way to stay in the spotlight.

 “Would you like to see how the rich live?” He asked, keeping his tone light in a way to show her that there was no pressure if she didn’t feel comfortable. Despite being such a playboy, Shouto never forced a woman to come home with him. That included heavy persuasion to get them into his bed. He had too much respect for the opposite sex to coerce them into doing anything they didn’t want to do.

 She looked up at him, blinking in time with the downbeat of the music playing. “Your place?” She asked, not bothering to be coy about it. She just wanted clarification for what he was asking of her before she agreed to anything.

 He simply nodded his head, a few red hairs daring to dip in front of his eyes. She reached up and brushed them back into place without much thought, “I’d love to.” She responded, suddenly feeling breathless by how close they were. Typically she didn’t do things like this, however they had such a profound connection that she decided to cave in to her wants for once.

 Typically she lived a very rigid lifestyle, adhering herself to strict rules to stay on top of her game. She had already broken several rules of her diet tonight and would more than likely regret it in the morning. However, Shouto’s presence seemed to make her forget about all of that. All she wanted was to spend more time with him, and thoroughly enjoy herself in the process. Maybe the calories burned through some extracurricular activities would help equal out all of the champagne she drank and pastries she ate. One could only hope.

 As the night wound down, and after Shouto did a grand display of his wealth by buying a few very expensive art pieces at the charity auction, the two wound up in his custom limo. The young star was not above throwing herself at him, his light touches across intimate areas throughout the night had her wanting him more and more. It was obvious what his intentions with her were, and she was completely on board.

 After marveling the beautiful interior of the luxury car, she turned to the side so she could face him. A gentle hand found his face, cupping his cheek as his two-toned eyes stared her down. Behind them was a lustful fire burning brightly, ready to explode. He stopped hesitating for the first time that night as he leaned in and brought their lips together at last.

 A needy whine left her, passing through her resolve with ease as her lips parted for his eager tongue. The kiss was sensual and greedy, hands aimlessly pawing through each other’s clothes as they wanted nothing more than to be closer.

 Shouto pulled away, knowing he had to wait for the main action. He didn’t have any recording devices within the limo, which in hindsight felt like a huge mistake. The night started as a simple conquest, but after talking to her and getting to know his little idol, the desire blossomed into something much more intense. This was no longer a simple catch for him. He wasn’t just going through the motions, he was actually putting in effort and if he hadn’t been inebriated then it probably would have frightened him.

 She looked at him with enlarged pupils, wondering why he pulled away. The playboy chuckled at the expression and a blush lit up her entire face. “I can either be a gentleman or we can do this here, I don’t believe I can do both.” He admitted, only adding fuel to her embarrassment. It clearly wasn’t rejection, however it did somehow feel that way just the tiniest bit.

 As they rode back to the building that housed his penthouse, he put an arm around her shoulder, tips of his fingers brushing the bare skin there. Even though it was light, it still seemed to set her ablaze. She shifted so that their sides and legs were touching, needing the closeness as she squeezed her thighs together. Something about him just made her so incredibly turned on that it was hard to keep her hands to herself (or off herself?) while they waited.

 When they finally parked out front, her hand darted for the door handle. Shouto let out another laugh as he reeled her back to him. “Hold on, sweetheart, I pay someone for that.” He couldn’t stop the amused look from crossing his features as a pout made its way onto her soft lips.

 A moment later the door opened. She took the hand that was outstretched to her and let it guide her out of the vehicle. A bright flash of light caused her to wince, though she was temporarily blinded she could hear the shudder of a camera. They just never give up, she thought bitterly as they called out to her, asking what she was doing with Todoroki Shouto at this time of night.

 Shouto appeared beside her, obviously unaffected by the paparazzi. He’d dealt with them for most of his life now, his father also being quite famous. They were just little insects that didn’t deserve his attention.

 He put an arm around his prize, his palm on the small of her back as he took her inside. The building security kept the onlookers at bay, not allowing them to come too close to the doorway. “Just ignore them.” He murmured into her ear, “they thrive on attention.”

 She nodded her head as they went through the glass doors. They went far back into the building, through a maze of corridors to a private elevator that could only be called when activated by his key. She tried not to marvel at the grandiose decor of the bottom floor. So far she couldn’t imagine what his penthouse would look like.

 Shouto inserted a silver key into the lock, turning it before pressing the call button.He removed his key and a few seconds later there was a high pitched chime before the gold doors opened. They went inside and he pressed the button for the top floor.

 They stood in a comfortable if not pleasurable silence as Shouto’s hand drifted downwards to her ass again. She acted as if she didn’t notice, though there was a tinge of pink on her cheeks as he gave her ass a small pat when the doors opened to reveal his lavish penthouse.

 She walked inside, awestruck at the expensive decor and beautiful open layout. It was even more magnificent then what she had expected, though in all honesty she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Despite her celeb status, she wasn’t nearly wealthy enough to have anything bigger than an upper class apartment. It was a comfortable living, but it was nothing like this.

 Shouto wasted no time in guiding her into the large master bedroom. The king sized bed was adorned with silk sheets and a plush duvet. “Strip for me, sweetheart.” He murmured into her ear in a low voice, “dance for me like you do on stage.”

 He moved away from her, loosening his tie and shedding his jacket and vest as he sat on the edge of the bed. The singer stared at him before slowly starting to dance to an inner beat, unzipping her dress in the process and letting it fall to the floor.

 She expertly stepped out of it before smoothly taking off her heels. Keeping her pace slow and deliberate, she removed her stockings, only stopping when she was reduced to nothing but a pair of bra and panties.

 The billionaire was captivated by everything about her. Her rhythmic dance, the soft and bare skin, and the sensual expression that graced her face. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open for her to take in his sculpted chest and abs.

 Her tongue came out to wet her lips, moving to straddle his lap. She rolled her hips against him, grinding her sex against his thighs. Shouto grabbed her upper legs, forcing her even closer as he captured her mouth with his own in a kiss that was a whirlwind of lips, tongue, and teeth.

 Shouto changed their positions so that he was on top of her, devouring her with his mouth as he moved his hips against hers. He quickly finished taking off his shirt. The only thing separating them now was their underwear and his pants. This didn’t stop her from feeling his hard shaft press against her pussy, his movements stimulating her clit slightly. It was enough of a sensation to make her whine needily for him, taking a fistful of his multicolored hair into her hand to force the kiss to go even deeper.

 He growled, tearing off her bra in order to fondle her breasts, tweaking the soft nipples until they were hardened peaks. His mouth ripped from hers and left a trail of smoldering kisses down the small expanse of her neck, nipping the flesh at the most sensitive points that had her gasping for some kind of release.

 Her hands moved to his pants, managing somehow to get them off without being able to see them. He kicked them out from around his ankles, enjoying the smaller amount of resistance against his straining erection.

 His fingers caught the elastic of her thong, sliding it downwards off her legs, making her untangle them from around his waist. Once she was completely nude he pressed a thumb against her engorged clit, eliciting a whimper from his conquest. He moved the digit in slow, agonizing circles that had her panting and keening for more. She had never felt so untouched in her entire life.

 “S-Shouto,” She rasped, “P-please!” She wasn’t sure how much more of his taunts she could take. His mouth had found the swell of her breasts, leaving purpling hickies across both of them. His eyes flickered up to look at her face, seeing the desperation infiltrating her features. He felt like he had hardly even touched her yet. He chalked it up to inexperience, she wasn’t known to go on many dates or have a steady partner.

 “Do you need my cock that badly, Y/N?” He asked quizzically, pulling his face from between her breasts. “Your body hasn’t stopped begging for me since the limo.” At the end of his statement, he pinched the delicate bundle of nerves to get his point across. The action caused her to buck her hips in a feeble attempt to try to get out of his grip, but Shouto merely laughed in response.

 He stood away from her and slid down his thin boxers. Instantly her teeth sunk into her lower lip as the sight of his hardened member, the tip nearly touching his belly button. There was a thin trail of multicolored hair connecting the small divot in his stomach to his groin, the colors split perfectly down the middle the same way as they were on the top of his head.

 “I’m going to need you to do something for me first, doll.” He said as he climbed onto the bed and settled back. There was a smirk plastered on his face now, “Before I fuck you, I want you to give me a little taste.”

 He watched as she sat up, her entire body flushed as she crawled to sit between his legs. One tentative hand reached out to stroke his shaft as her soft tongue lapped at the pre-cum glistening on his head. Shouto bit back a moan as he watched her, his eyes flicking to one of the several hidden cameras and giving it a wink.

 The singer didn’t notice him, too busy concentrating on the task at hand. Her tongue swirled as she slowly led him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks in an attempt to elicit some kind of sound from him. “That’s it,” He cooed, his hand finding its way into her tresses, “suck my dick like a good little idol.”

 She kept her eyes closed, too embarrassed to look up at him as she moved her head faster, hand still giving attention to the part of his length that wouldn’t fit within her mouth. After a few minutes, Shouto let out a small sigh of content before wrenching her off of him by tugging on her hair.

 He was smiling as she caught her breath, maneuvering them so she was on all fours in front of him. He aligned himself up to her soaking cunt, running his tip along her folds. “Wow, you’re really dripping for me, aren’t you?” He asked, voice sinfully deep. Before she could give him any kind of coherent answer, he slammed into her.

 Keeping his grip on her locks, he pulled her head back so that she had to arch her spine. A gasp rattled her throat as she was forced to quickly acclimate to his large size, walls stretching painfully at first before relaxing once more. She was so small compared to him that he felt like he was being suctioned inward, the feeling so powerful and overwhelming that he couldn’t stop the moan that came out of him.

 He continued to thrust his hips at an intense speed, the sound of his scrotum hitting against her skin bounced off the walls it was so loud. The up and coming music star was nearly screaming for him, her moans so loud that he wondered if the whole building could hear her. He imagined someone who always looked so innocent on stage sounding so positively lewd. Shouto felt so incredibly powerful for reducing her to nothing but a fuck toy.

 Shouto tilted his head back, groaning at how amazing his dick felt wrapped inside of her pussy. It was like she was made for him, perfect in every conceivable way. After all, no one had the level of dirt on her that he now had. It was such an addictive feeling, knowing he could do anything with the video. He had the power to ruin her career if he wanted to, though of course he really had no reason to.

 He was pulled from his thoughts at the sensation of her walls fluttering around him as she came so hard that she was silent for a full thirty seconds. When she finally started to descend from her high, she gasped out for air as if trying to mentally grab any oxygen she could find. He pulled her back by her hair, making her stand up on her knees. A muscular arm wrapped around her body and a strong hand captured her throat.

 She was silent again as he deprived her brain of blood and oxygen. Shouto found himself toeing the line between orgasm and not, holding himself back as much as he could for the time being. His other hand also snaked around, releasing her hair finally so he could stimulate her clit. Another few seconds he released the hold on her neck and she came a second time with the rushing sensation of blood racing through her brain once more, drinking in air in loud gulps.

 Shouto quickly pulled out and released his seed across her lower back and ass, easing her down onto her stomach as he caught his breath. She lay in a puddle on the massive bed, unable to form any sort of coherent thought as her mind was a tornado of emotions.

 After catching his breath, the playboy retrieved a warm wet cloth and dry towel. He cleaned up the mess he had made gently, careful not to touch any place that may be overstimulated. There was a sincere smile on his lips and a warmth within him that he hadn’t recalled ever feeling before.

 Once he was done cleaning her up, he tossed the towels into a laundry chute and pulled the sheets back. He climbed in next to her after turning out the light and covered them with the silk threads. His hand lightly moved up and down her back until she was fast asleep. As he listened to the light sounds of her breathing, regret began to sweep over him.

 He stood, frowning at the small whine she gave when he left. When he was sure that she hadn’t actually awoken, he padded to his laptop and unlocked it. He cut the feed to the video and promptly deleted the file before crawling back into bed and holding her once more in his arms.

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34 with roman 🥺

(remember when i talked about a nanny!au? well... here it is. somewhere in an alternate universe...) 

the feel of fingers brushing together by accident

sorry if roman is a bit ooc

You sat at the breakfast bar with Nadia, your arm outstretched creimously on the countertop as you watched her fumble through arithmetic. A bowl of Hershey Kisses sat between you both, crinkled balls of their foil scattered about. Your temple rested against the crook of your elbow as you fussed with the tin, waiting for Nadia to need any assistance. 

“You could be cleaning,” Peter quipped from the sink. 

“You’re the only old maid around here. I have better things to do,” you countered back, as you flattened a wrapper and began to peel it apart. 

“Scrolling through Neiman’s and sleeping ‘til noon?” 

“Precisely,” you looked up to grin at him in time to see him roll his eyes. 

Nadia gave a little giggle at the encounter and you threw her a playful wink. 

Most late afternoons into early evenings looked just like this one. You with Nadia at the counter as she did school work, and Peter wandering on the fringe of your conversations as he tidied and cooked dinner. It had felt strange at first, how quickly you had created such an effortless routine that rarely held hiccups or upsets with the two, who were supposedly notoriously closed off and unaccepting. But, it had seemed to be fate, that you had been the missing gear to their unit that was needed to have everything run smoothly. You were extraordinarily lucky to have earned both their favors, as well as Nadia’s father and Peter’s stringent boss’. 

You rolled a discarded foil ball between your fingers before promptly flicking it at Peter’s head. Nadia burst into giggles once more and your heart swelled at the noise. Peter gripped the sink and turned to look at you. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping her with her homework? Or are the concepts a little too lofty for you?” he snarked. 

“It’s third grade math, Peter,” you scoffed and fell back on your arm causally. 

“I know it is,” 

You huffed and stuck your tongue out at his back. Nadia began to laugh again but you poked her with your Manolo, a silent signal to keep quiet. She obliged, but her lips still held a wide grin. 

It was always a beautiful sight, her smile. A beaming expression that you rarely saw from her father, but often in photographs of her mother. Their upper lips curled the same way, which only widened her plump lips that she gained from her father. Her blue eyes crinkled at their corners and sparkled when she looked at you head on. Her smile was a wonder of the world, and after you informed her of this, the action that used to be next to impossible to achieve, happened regularly. 

“How many times does eight go into one hundred ten?” Nadia asked you, moving her pencil so you could see her long division problem. 

“Ok, c’mon, you got this. Start small, you know how many times eight goes into eleven right?” 

“But do you?” Peter muttered, just loud enough so you would have no trouble hearing him. 

“Quit, dish bitch,” you picked up another foil ball and tossed it at him. 

You heard him chuckle under his breath. 

“Once,” Nadia stated. 

“Great! Now put the one there, and the eight below,” you guided and Nadia did so. 

You both worked out the rest of the problem, and only one short curse word was said by you by the end. You were never good at long division, or math in general, so a worksheet filed with even basic division and fractions was a nightmare to you. Maybe Peter’s jab had some merit after all… 

When you and Nadia were on the tail end of problems, with your phone calculator out and helping on certain equations, the distinct sound of a key entering the front door’s lock disrupted the little girl. 

“Daddy!” Nadia exclaimed, the problem you were both painstakingly working at was immediately forgotten, as she rushed toward the door to greet her father. 

Roman opened the door just as she reached it, compensating quite well for a surprise rogue nine year old jumping into his arms. 

His hair was handsomely disheveled, likely from running his nimble fingers through it during moments of stress in his day. His suit jacket was discarded, the top button of his dress shirt undone, and his silk tie loosened to reveal more of her perfect alabaster skin. His broad shoulders fought the seams of his shirt and you could tell that he had recently run his sinful pink tongue over his plump bottom lip. He looked positively good enough to eat. 

“Daddy is right,” you mumbled, busying yourself with cleaning up the Hershey wrappers to save yourself from combusting over your boss’s good looks. 

“Yes, but not yours,” Peter said, coming over to help you. 

“A girl can dream, can’t she?” you replied with an exasperated sigh.

“Yes, and many have,” he said knowingly. 

You pinched his wrist with manicured nails and he smirked at you. It was no secret the droves of women who lined up to have a chance at landing Roman’s attentions. While many earned an entrance exam, none were asked back. You would sometimes see them with an exaggerated pouts on their lips the morning after as they trudged down the stairs and out the door. You couldn’t blame them for their theatrics or bad moods, however. When Roman Godfrey was on the line, any and all hissy fits were accepted and expected. 

Roman entered the kitchen with Nadia perched on his hip, his jacket and suitcase deposited at the door. 

“Evening, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he greeted professionally, as he sat his daughter on the counter next to you. 

“Evening, Mr. Godfrey,” you greeted melodramatically, something Roman shook his head at. 

You and Roman had never had a strictly employer-employee relationship, but you supposed that’s why you fit in so well in the Godfrey home. Since the day of your interview you were warm, practical, and up front with him and his family. You were nurturing, but firm. You treated Nadia and Roman like you would your own family and friends, and that had made you stick out from the crowd. As much as Roman needed a nanny for his daughter, he needed a friend for himself. He needed a maternal figure for Nadia, and he desperately needed a woman in his life he could trust wasn’t after anything insidious. And you fit all the requirements in spades.

“When will dinner be ready?”

“Twenty minutes, give or take,” Peter replied, peaking into the oven to check on the chicken. 

“I’ll be in my study until then,” Roman replied, as he retrieved his suitcase and then walked back toward his office. 

The sound of the door shutting made you and Nadia sigh. Her little face was void of any more smiles it seemed. 

“Hey,” you reached out and gave her spindly leg a squeeze, “how about we just cheat on the few we have left and watch some TV until dinner?” 

“We aren’t supposed to cheat.” 

“Sweetheart, I promise you that you will never need to do any of this mess in your head again. Calculators are the future -- have been the future! I’m sure when you’re in college they will be implanted in your arm and cheating will be encouraged.” 

“Really?” 

“Maybe,” you shrugged and Nadia crept back over to her worksheet and moved into her seat, “we’ll get your dad and all his scientists right on it.” 

Dinners mainly consisted of Nadia speeding through a book of topics while you and Roman desperately tried to keep up. She was a sociable little girl and always had a story to tell from recess or gym class. She loved playing make believe on the playground, but didn’t love how her peers wouldn’t follow the strict rules she had set up for them. This was often a bone of contention for her, her brows furrowing in frustration as she explained a quarrel she’d had at the slide that day. 

But tonight was different, tonight all she could do was talk about the following day. 

Nadia’s third grade class was going to the Natural History Museum on a field trip and she had been anticipating the trip eagerly for months. Not only because of the normal excitement all children held for field trips, but because this one would be chaperoned by her favorite person in the world: her father. 

You had convinced Roman at the beginning of the school year to sign up to attend the field trip with Nadia. He had hemmed and hawed about it for a week before he reluctantly signed the permission slip and gave it to his giddy daughter to hand in to her teacher. He would never admit it, but you knew that you were the one to push him over the edge into agreeing. 

“This will be one of those memories that will make her smile for the rest of her life. I swear, if my dad had ever come with me on a field trip, I would have never forgotten it.” 

And maybe it was because you had both bonded over absent parents in the past; or maybe it was the look that he often saw on your face when he had a nice moment with Nadia, the look of a little girl trapped behind your eyes, longing for her father to love her like that; or maybe it was because he knew it would make you happy; or maybe he just really believed you. It didn’t matter in the end, because he had agreed and made his little girl very happy. 

“Jenny Krinkles brother had Mrs. Bridge last year, and she said that he said that there is an exhibit where you get to touch all this weird slimy stuff, and I’m not sure why it’s there, but Jenny’s brother said it’s fun! So, daddy, I want to make sure we get to see that, ok? I think you’ll think it’s fun, too,” she prattled on. 

Nadia was too busy reiterating what Jenny’s brother had said about the dinosaur skeletons to notice how her father had become stock still and how his eyes were staring off into space. 

You settled your fork down next to your plate and watched him with a worried expression as his jaw tightened and his eyes bulged. 

“Are you alright, Mr. Godfrey?” you asked quietly, in a hope to not startle him. 

Roman’s stare switched over to you in a mechanical way, his lips formed a hard line as his eyes bore into your skull. 

“Daddy? Are you feeling sick?” Nadia chimed in, now noticing her father’s strange mannerisms and paling complexion, as well. 

“Yes, I-- I feel fine,” Roman dropped his silverware with a soft clatter onto his plate, “I feel fine.” 

You just nodded, but ducked to catch his gaze as he looked away. You wanted him to see your concern and know that you were only there to help. 

“Are you sure? You can’t be sick, you’ll miss the museum, daddy and -” Roman cut off his daughter before she could spiral. 

“Nadia, I’m fine. I am, but… something has came up at work last minute…” and he didn’t need to finish his sentence, it was clear what he was getting at. 

Nadia’s little face crumbled into pure anguish as she burst into hysterical tears. She pushed away the remnants of her dinner and fled the table without a word. While this reaction might have looked like an exaggeration to an outsider, it made sense to you. Nadia rarely got to spend one on one time with her father, it was why she was so reluctant of your hiring and why she sprang to action the second she heard him come home. She loved her father almost to a fault, and when his promises fell through (which they often did) it hurt her a thousand times over. She wanted her father’s attention so desperately and got it so rarely. Not to say that Roman wasn’t a good father, he was just a busy one. A busy single father running a multibillion dollar company. 

Roman called out weakly for his daughter, but the resounding thud of her door being slammed was louder. 

“Fuck!” he raged, pounding the heel of his hand to the table top, causing the dishes to quake. 

“You couldn’t push it off for one day?” you admonished. 

“I don’t fucking need this from you, too.” Roman snapped viciously. 

“I’ll deal with you later,” you bit back, as you took the napkin from your lap and threw it on your plate. 

“You’re not my fucking mother.” 

“And thank Christ I’m not,” you spat back at him, before you ran up the stairs and after Nadia. 

After over an hour of coddling the sobbing nine year old and snuggling her to sleep, you carefully left her under thick blankets and in the comfort of her Barbie night light, and went to find Roman. 

Unsurprisingly, you found him in his office, one a desk lamp illuminating the dark room. His tie had now been completely abandoned and two more buttons had become undone to reveal the ribbed undershirt he wore. Roman held a cigarette and a tumbler of scotch in one hand, and his forehead in the other. 

“What’s the damage?” he asked in a small voice. 

You walked slowly into the room, “She thinks you hate her.” 

“Fuck.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in front of him, “She’s an emotional little girl. And you bailing on her constantly doesn’t help.” 

“So, you’re here to give me a fucking parenting lecture? Because if that’s your goal, I think I’ll pass,” Roman replied with a scowl. 

“But I’m so good at lectures! Can’t you just humor me?” 

You saw Roman’s tense expression falter a bit at your banter, which was silent permission for you to go sit on the corner of his desk. 

“You need to remember your priorities, Mr. Godfrey. Work is work, and I know it’s important to you, but your daughter should always take precedence,” you said. 

Roman was so tall that while you would be looking down at any regular man in a desk chair from your perch, you were eye level with him. In these moments when Nadia was away and it was just the two of you in his office; him in his chair and you firmly planted on the desktop; it was easy to forget the outside world existed. It was easy for you to forget a lot of things when Roman was around. 

“I work so I can give her the best life possible. If that isn’t showing her that she takes precedence, I don’t know what will,” Roman argued, before he gulped from his tumbler. 

“What a boring, easy answer to give.” 

“It’s the truth.” he griped.

“Maybe it is, but it’s not the right answer.” 

“Yeah? Since when was this a test?” Roman scoffed. 

“Since the minute you had her. Parenting is always a test,” you shrugged and Roman let out a humorless chuckle. 

“Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth…” 

You both let out twin sighs. Roman took a drag from his cigarette before he looked at you. The way he looked at you when he felt weak, helpless and in need of guidance. He had once told you in confidence (and many sheets to the wind) that you were the only person in his life he felt comfortable being vulnerable with. 

I don’t know what we would do without you. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he had slurred as you guided him to the master bedroom. 

You still hadn’t forgotten how the weight of his body around yours felt, or the way he had stared at your lips just a few moments too long, or his musky cologne that had embedded itself into your pores for days. 

“You’re smart, Mr. Godfrey. You’re gonna pass whatever messed up test raising a kid is. You just need to apply yourself and get your priorities straight,” you nudged his shin with the tip of your heel, much like you had done to Nadia earlier, “Daughter first. Work second.” 

“It’s not that simple…” Roman said. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. 

“Since when is anything simple?” 

There was another lull between the two of you, and you were suddenly incredibly aware of how short your skirt had become from your seat. You tugged the sides down your thighs the best you could. You didn’t notice the yearning look Roman gave you as your painted fingers ran over your nylon covered skin. When you looked back at him, his eyes were once again tied with yours. 

“How do you know all this?” he asked, lifting his chin gently. 

You let out a deep sigh, “I just watched my parents do all the wrong things, so I can only guess the opposites are right.” 

“Leighann seems like she turned out all right,” he replied and you smiled. 

Leighann, your younger sister, had been reared by you and you alone. Your parents had fucked off for most of her childhood and it left you to take care of her. Roman of course knew this, as it had come up on your application. He had a knack for remembering important facets of your life that always made your stomach twitch with affection. 

“She did, didn’t she? So, you better take my word for it and start getting your act together. You don’t want her to turn out like me, do you?” as if to prove your point, you stuck out a hand and wiggled two fingers for Roman to pass you his cigarette. 

He looked at you with an amused expression, but did so anyway. He held the smoke by the filter and you took it carefully. When you brought it to your lips, you could taste his fingers and his skin. As you blew out the smoke in a smooth stream from your puckered lips, you watched as Roman’s smirk grew. He widened his legs and reclined back in his seat to take you in. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about grabbing your boss by the wrist and popping his fingers into your mouth, but the way he was looking at you was so primal and seductive, you couldn’t help it. 

You motioned for him to take the cigarette back before your mind talked you into doing something you would regret.  

Roman leaned forward to take back his cigarette, his elbows coming to rest on his knees. 

“I can think of worse people for her to end up like,” his voice husked. 

As you passed the cigarette back to him, you felt the light touch of his calloused fingertips against your own. You hoped Roman didn’t hear the way your breath caught in your chest or the small shiver the touch gave you. 

Roman made a show of taking the cigarette back to his plush lips, setting the filter between them and sucking deep into his lungs. All while his green eyes watched you with purpose. 

“You taste like cherries,” Roman said as smoke billowed from his lips. 

Your thighs pressed together on their own accord to silence the aching between them. 

“So, what are you going to do about the field trip?” you changed the subject without acknowledgment. If you had, you knew it would end up with you on your knees and Mr. Godfrey’s cock in your mouth. And as much as you fantasized about it, you really loved your job, and you couldn’t let your sexual attraction to your boss ruin it.  

“If it was Friday insead of tomorrow, I could make it work. But…” 

“Then you’re making it up to her, y’know? This weekend: daddy-daughter day. No but’s about it. You will spend the entire day with her to make up for being an ass about tomorrow,” you chided. 

“I can do that,” Roman nodded. 

“Good, because I’m serious, Mr. Godfrey. She will remember this moment, you need to outshine the heartbreak with a day of happiness.” 

“Ok.” 

“If you schedule anything for Saturday or claim you are needed at The Tower, I swear to God that I will march down there and force you home myself, got it?” you said, standing up, just barely able to hover over him now. 

“I’d love to see you do that,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Hardy har har,” you waved your hand flippantly, before you began to walk back toward the door. 

“Wait,” Roman called, “what about tomorrow?” 

“What about tomorrow?” 

“Who's gonna chaperone?”

“Oh, I will,” you said with a shrug, “gives me another opportunity to piss off all those stuck up private school moms anyway.” 

Roman’s smirk morphed into a grin, “They’re just jealous.” 

“Don’t I know it.” 

You smiled at him one last time before you started to exit once more.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” you turned to see Roman had stood from his desk and was standing only a pace or two away, “I-- well, thank you. I want to say thank you.” 

“It’s my job,” you laughed good naturedly, hoping to shuck off the tension that had begun to build again now that he was close to you.  

“Still,” he said sincerely, inching nearer, “thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, Mr. Godfrey,” you peered up at him with wide eyes as he towered over you. 

There were his eyes darting to stare at your lips, there was his delicious cologne infiltrating your senses, there was his radiating warmth pricking at your skin and erupting goosebumps across your neck. 

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?” 

He seemed to be battling with something, his mouth opening just to close again. His brow furrowed briefly, before relaxing once more with a sigh. 

“Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

You ignored the supreme disappointment that quelled in your belly as you gave a strained smile. 

“Good night, Mr. Godfrey.” and with that, you left.

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[classified-bluerose]

put me back together - quentin beck x reader

a/n: (mild) spiderman: ffh spoilers ahead. probably a very OOC quentin but hey... the man got me clownin’.

quick notes: reader is an avenger, quentin is quentin, this is far too soft tbfh but it’s fanfiction so \_(0-0)_/. just suspend your belief & hope u enjoy!

a/n 2: unedited, unbeta’d. idk man. i’m just in love w jake gyllenhaal (gylenhaal?) and mysterio is hot as hell.

(GIF is not mine)

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chapter one: breathless

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quentin beck is a meticulous man - he planned every facet of his revenge plot down to the smallest of details. arranged contingencies and back-up plans and waited, with the patience of a saint, for the correct moment to strike. he ensured any and all top-tier avengers were MIA, left it just long enough for SHIELD to pull together some semblance of it’s former operation but short enough so they were still finding their feet in the aftermath of the Blip. getting around the kid, parker, would be easy enough. he’d been through a tremendous amount of trauma, and quentin could use that to his advantage.

the one thing quentin beck didn’t count on, though, was you.

you, an avenger - or a former avenger, at least - who fell somewhere in the middle of all the others. not by power level, simply by how known you were. the widow and the hawk were rarely spotted and little was known about either, whilst iron man and captain america owned the heart and soul of the entire nation. banner was known for his destructive capabilities and thor worshipped for his literal godliness and appearance.

how shallow the common folk can be, quentin always mused.

then you - powerful, but not plastered across billboards or tv ads. quiet and lowkey, but not quite invisible. quentin was aware of your existence but never paid much attention to it, having heard that, following stark and roger’s deats that you’d quit the superhero charade and disappeared into the ether.

so, the man of mysteries found himself more than a little surprised when fury showed up mexico, with you in tow.

a little bit of panic hits as he watches you appraise the scene - this could be a problem, he thinks to himself, scanning his brain for any possible solution. it is only when he begins to interact with the shield agents that he notices something.

although you are standing in his presence, alive, solid, real, it‘s pretty obvious you aren’t exactly there. haunted images flicker across an otherwise stoic face as shoulders bow from the weight of grief and guilt and trauma. glassy eyes stare through and not at, words mumbled in montone in response to fury.

okay, quentin thinks, hiding a smirk, i can work with this.

—

the plan changes ever-so-slightly before venice. it is simple but brilliant, even if he does say so himself. having already laid the groundwork for his tragic backstory, it is easy to weave your character into the tapestry he was creating.

pained glances, longing expressions, a hesistant greeting - all little, subtle clues hinting to the fact that quentin knew you in his alternate world.

fury picks up on it first, of course. the spy who’s secrets have secrets still has the eye for detail he’s famous for. you, on the other hand, are oblivious to quentin’s actions - obvlious to pretty much anything happening around you. you don’t speak unless directly spoken too, don’t offer insight or advice on how to defeat the elementals. it‘s almost like fury has dragged you here in a bid to convince you to return to the fold.

quentin learns as much as he can about you as he flies over the sea to italy; not much could be gleaned from online sources but he pulls out just enough information to put together a rough sketch of who you are, what you wanted, what you’d lost.

you’d worked with the avengers since 2012, sided with stark in the infamous civil war years later - the idea of you being close to that man was enough to set quentin’s blood boiling - and had fought in both battles against the mad titan thanos. your powers were certainly impressive - your ability to conjure and manipulate fire set off a fresh worry. the final elemental that mysterio would face off against was the one made of ‘’flames’’ - what if you decided your powers would help with the destruction of the molten man?

quentin files that thought away for later as he clicks on a rare picture printed on some trendy news site. he almost doesn’t recognise the girl in the photograph as you. you were younger, looked lighter, did not carry as many ghosts on your back. and you were smiling. wide and bright and shining and quentin struggled to pull himself away from the sight.

when he did, he itemised the information he’d gathered into what he could and couldn’t use to win you over. after all, every superhero needs a love interest to protect, right?

you were close to stark, that much was painfully, bitterly obvious. newsreports following the aftermath of the last battle hinted at an intimate relationship with the black widow, too. both those people were dead and gone and that meant there was something missing in her life. an empty space that quentin was certain he could fill. the battle had caused some damage to your powers - almost like a battery, the effort and strain of fighting thanos had drained your energy quite significantly. you were slowly returning to your original state, but right now you were weakened, hurting. vulnerable.

perfect for quentin.

he gathered his information, updated the team on this latest development, and braced himself for what would come next.

—

when he reaches venice, it’s clear that fury has mentioned to you that quentin has taken an interest. you seem slightly more alert, meeting his gaze for periods longer than a half-second. your body language changes minutely - your arms, usually crossed tight across your chest, now hang looser at your waist, fingers interlaced. it is by no means a huge shift, but enough for quentin to make his move.

after a meeting with agents, fury, and spiderman, he hangs around the base setup, lingering at consoles and waiting for the last of the people to trickle out. you have stayed on to keep an eye on quentin - fury is no fool and recognised that this stranger from some other world could turn out to be just as much a threat as the monsters he was fighting. quentin couldn’t surpress a smile as he thought, oh, you don’t know the half of it.

he quickly rearranges his face when he clears his throat and approaches you, slowly. you glance up. he took his time to savour this moment - this scene he was most excited for.

he smiles, softly. ‘’ hey. i was hoping i’d a get a chance to talk to you. ‘’

no verbal response; you simply gaze at him expectantly.

quentin let his eyes take in every inch of your face - not a hardship, in fairness, you were beautiful in every way to him. if any other world really did exist she’s the girl he’d approach at a bar and offer to buy her a drink.

focus, quentin, he reminds himself, and breathes out a short laugh. ‘’ it’s so good to see you. ‘’

again, no real answer. just a tilt of the head, confusion in the eyes.

he let his fingers fall to the simple silver band on his left finger, twisting the metal around. your gaze follows the movements and there’s a brief moment where quentin swears he can see the cogs turning in your brain.

the blank expression breaks - a frown furrowing your brow, lips parting in a silent ‘’oh’’. excitement brims low in his belly - it’s working. she’s already figured it out.

you take a breath and turn your head away. when you look back, your face is neutral once again. but there’s something there - a softness that’s new. a tiny chink in the armour, all that quentin needs.

‘’ i’m sorry for your loss, ‘’ you tell him, ‘’ but i’m not her. ‘’

he nods quickly, ‘’ i know, i know. it’s just ... you look like her. ‘’ he falters in his words and feels tears building behind his eyes. seeing his watery gaze you clam up and he curses himself for getting too into it. after a second, however...

‘’ i know how it feels. to lose the one you love. to feel like it’s your fault, like you could’ve - should have - saved them, ‘’ you sigh and rub your face, tiredly. ‘’ but that’s not gonna help you save this world, quentin. ‘’

the sound of your name leaving his lips sends a tremor through his heart. he freezes momentarily - what is this feeling? - but quickly shakes out of it as you continue.

‘’ you gotta move on, ‘’ your voice is nothing more than a whisper, ‘’ you have a chance, now, to win, and you can’t let bad feelings ruin it. ‘’

you meet his gaze almost shyly, and he feels physically drawn in to you, doesn’t even realise his feet are moving until he’s barely a breath away. startled by the sudden closeness you take a step back and harden your features once again.

quentin apologises, sounding sincere, ‘’ i didn’t realise ... you’re not like her, not entirely. she was ... she didn’t have powers. ‘’ he lets the ghost of a fake memory flutter across his face. ‘’ but she was still the strongest person i knew. ‘’ his voice splinters on the last word and tears slip down his face.

you hesistate, he senses the uncertainty, and moves to turn away as though ashamed.

his stomach does a victory flip when your hand comes to touch his armoured shoulder. from underneath long, damp lashes he peeks down at you. you look as though you’re hurting for him and something harsh twists in his chest. he doesn’t have time to think about it, though. not when your hand slides down the material of his costume and finds it’s way into his.

you squeeze it gently, the unnatural warmth of your skin almost burning against his palm. quentin finds himself feeling comforted, tries to climb out of the moment and remember that this isn’t real -

he slips a little bit when you squeeze his hand a second time, and say, ‘’ just make her proud, quentin. you can save this world. do it for her. ‘’

his breath leaves him and he’s silent for a long moment as he gazes down at your face. he feels cracked open, raw, vulnerable. eventually, he nods, waits for his voice to even out. squeezes your hand back, a little tighter than necessary.

‘’ i’ll do my best. ‘’

|| Part 1 of ? ||

[kawaiikichi]

Love at First Sight in Busan (Rayemma Week Day 3)

@rayemmaweek

Sorry this is late, but here is my one-shot for day three! I decided to go with Alternate Universe. At first, I wanted to do something with nightmares, but decided not to because it was a little too ambitious. 

So, this AU is something I started thinking about a little a couple of months ago, but I haven’t actually written anything for it yet. I just have some basic details here and there outlined. I dub this my “Photographer/Actress AU” where Ray is the photographer and Emma is the actress. This is basically how they first meet.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Love at First Sight in Busan

Prompts: Alternate Universe (AU) or Nightmares

Summary: As Ray is taking some photos, he happens to see a girl with orange hair reciting lines from a packet in her hand. However, she slips and falls backward into the water below, causing Ray to dive in and pull her out. Their interaction with one another is quite different from what he expected.

One-Shot Notes: Based in my Photographer/Actress AU, where Ray is a photographer and Emma is an actress; characters may be OOC (read at your risk!)

One-shot is under the cut!

“Hey, make sure you don’t go off too far, alright?” Don called out.

“Yeah, I hear you.” Ray replied as he turned and began walking through the streets of Busan.

Plugging his earbuds into his phone, he placed them in his ears and he proceeded to play some music. He slipped his phone into his jeans pocket and grabbed for the camera that he had slung around his neck, proceeding to snap some photos of the scenery.

Walking through the streets of a foreign country, listening to music while taking photos was something that Ray enjoyed.

After leaving home, he decided to pursue his passion of photography and take photos around the world, selling them for money to support himself and his roommate, Don. His mother told him he would regret leaving home and pursuing such a worthless career, but he was determined to prove her wrong.

He found himself walking through Geumgang Park, which wasn’t too far from where he parted from Don. Holding the camera in his hands, he resumed snapping pictures.

A cool breeze blew through, ruffling his black hair. Adjusting the zoom on his camera, he took some photos of some koi fish swimming in a nearby pond. He moved the camera to take a picture of the bridge that loomed over it as a flash of orange caught his eye.

His eyes widened in surprise.

What was that?

He moved back to the flash of orange only to realize that it was the color of a person’s hair. Upon further inspection, he saw that the person was a woman around his age.

Her white sundress fluttered in the breeze as she tucked some strands behind her ear, revealing a diamond teardrop earring. She swerved a little on her heel, a small smile gracing her lips.

Ray’s cheeks grew warm. He had never laid eyes on such a beautiful woman before.

“She’s so pretty...” he breathed out softly.

His eyes continued to follow her through the lenses. Along with the sundress, she also donned a jeans jacket and a pair of checkered Vans. The sunlight streaming through the trees painted sunlit streaks across her skin and her vibrant orange hair. She held a packet of paper in her hand, her lips slightly pursed as she scanned it with emerald green eyes.

Ray couldn’t help but be captivated by her.

His finger pressed down on the shutter, taking a photo of her deep in thought. He followed her with his camera, watching her every move as she read to herself.

She’s so pretty...is she a model? An actress, he wondered to himself.

He watched her swerve backward on her heel, slipping in the process. Ray’s eyes grew wide as she lost her balance, screaming as she fell off the bridge and into the water.

The camera fell from his hands, slamming against his chest as she flailed about.

“Help! Anyone! Please help me!” she called out.

Ray’s breath caught in his throat.

She can’t swim, he thought to himself.

He swallowed.

He needed to help her.

He pulled the camera off from around his neck, untied his hoodie from his waist and setting it down on a nearby rock, and he ran, diving into the water as she went under.

Arms cutting through the murky water, he swam towards her. He paid little mind to the koi fish darting around him. All he could think of was getting to the orange-haired woman.

He peered through the water, watching as she came into view. He scooped her into his arms and he swam back up to the surface. Swimming back to the edge, he gingerly laid her on the ground and pulled himself out of the pond.

“Is she breathing...?” he muttered.

He quickly checked, his face growing pale.

CPR...yes, that is something I should be doing in this situation, he told himself.

He went through the motions, silently hoping that she would wake up. After the third try, she began coughing. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as he helped her sit up. She turned her head to the side, coughing up water onto the ground.

“Oh my god, I thought I was going to die...” she murmured.

She continued coughing as Ray rubbed her back.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” he said.

She glanced at him.

“You...” she trailed off.

“Ah...um...I happened to see you fall in, so I dove in and pulled you out.” he explained.

“I see...” she murmured.

There was a couple moments of silence before she spoke again.

“Thank you for saving me. You see, I can’t swim, so I thought I was a goner.” she explained, a light laugh escaping her lips.

“Uh...yeah, of course.” Ray replied, feeling a blush creep up on his cheeks.

Now that she was this close to him, he took the time to look at her.

Her bouncy hair was now glued to her face from the water and her clothes were thoroughly soaked. Her eyes still had that sparkle in them that he had seen before. They truly were like beautiful emeralds.

He watched as she hugged herself, shuddering.

“Ah, now I feel cold...” she mumbled.

Ray watched as she continued shuddering. He then reached for the hoodie he had tossed next to his camera and he brought it over her head, helping her slip her arms into the sleeves. She blinked at him in surprise as he spoke.

“You can wear that. It’ll keep you warm.” he explained.

“Oh...” a small smile danced across her lips. “Thank you...” she trailed off.

At this point, Ray felt like he had been struck by Cupid. Watching her wearing his hoodie with a smile on her lips, eyes sparkling and fingertips poking out of the sleeves, made his heart race uncontrollably.

How could someone look as cute as she did right now?

“Cute?” she asked, her cheeks taking on a bright pink color.

Ray blushed furiously, realizing he just said that out loud.

“Uh...that...” he trailed off.

Way to go, Ray.

He kept stuttering as the woman laughed. He stopped, noting how melodic her laugh was as she spoke.

“Sorry for putting you on the spot like that. I couldn’t help it.” she apologized.

“Ah, it’s fine, there’s no need for you to apologize.” he then realized that they were still seated on the ground. “We should get off the ground.” he suggested.

Quickly picking himself off of the ground, he extended a hand out to her. She took it and he pulled her up. She dusted off the skirt of her sundress as she looked over at the pond, a sharp gasp escaping her.

“Oh my god, no! My script’s still in the water!” she exclaimed.

“Your script?” Ray questioned as he looked over at the water.

Like she said, the packet was floating in the water. The koi fish began to circle around it and nibble at the edges.

“Oh, what do I do...? I know I can get Gilda to print off another one for me, but I can tell that she’ll give me an earful for ruining it...” she mumbled.

Ray watched as she fumbled through her jacket and took out her phone, panic flickering across her features as the phone refused to turn on.

“Now my phone’s ruined, too...” she sighed, pocketing it. “How am I going to contact Gilda?” she wondered out loud.

“Um...” Ray reached into his jeans pocket. “You can use mine, if you’d like. It’s water-resistant, so it should still work.” he said, handing her his iPhone XS Max.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yeah.” Ray turned his phone on, unlocking it. “See? It’s still usable.” he said, holding his phone up for her to see.

Her eyes sparkled with delight.

“Oh my gosh, you are a lifesaver!” she exclaimed as she took the phone from him.

He watched as she quickly dialed a number and brought the phone to her ear. He turned, reaching for his camera and picking it up. He ran his thumb along the shutter as he listened to her speaking to the person she called, wincing and apologizing every once in a while.

She must be in big trouble, he thought to himself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll start heading back now. Okay, I’ll see you then, Gilda. Bye.” the woman hung up soon after.

She then turned to face Ray.

“Thank you for letting me use your phone, um...” she trailed off.

“Ray. My name’s Ray.” he said.

“I see. Well, thank you, Ray, for letting me use your phone.” she thanked him.

“Yeah, of course.” he replied.

“Ah, I should probably introduce myself, shouldn’t I...” she laughed nervously. “I’m Emma. It’s nice to meet you, Ray.” she said, extending her hand out to him.

“Nice to meet you as well, Emma.” Ray said as he took her hand and shook it.

She smiled up at him as he began to think to himself.

Emma, huh...that’s a cute name. It suits her, he thought to himself.

“I can walk you back to where you need to go, if you’d like.” he offered.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly ask that of you...” Emma trailed off.

“I don’t mind.” Ray replied.

Emma brought her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Well, if you insist...” she said.

She reached up, gingerly pulling the hood over her head as they began to walk in the direction of the exit.

Ray eyed her out of the corner of his eye, his heart continuing to race. He couldn’t help but wonder what this feeling was.

Is this what they call love at first sight?

As they exited the park, he came to the conclusion that that was indeed what he was feeling.

It definitely was love at first sight.

[appetevce-blog]

i’m scrEAMING !! i had a friend visit all weekend so i’m terribly sorry for not being on this weekend. however; if you want a starter from juni just give this a like & i’ll whip one up sometime tomorrow. 

[alpxcamin]

Li Zhenning as your Boyfriend

Requested?: yup ^^

Words: 1.2k

Group: Qing Chun You Ni

Member(s): Li Zhenning

A/n: Sorry if he’s OOC :((( I hope you enjoy reading this nonetheless, anon!

Before Dating/Confession

So Zhenning was a model before he was a trainee right?

Well, you just so happen to be his best friend and photographer

You couldn’t have been luckier and you silently thanked your company for pairing you up with the hottest model ;))

So you guys have been working together for a while and are hella close

You knew you were going to fall for his charm at some point but you hadn’t realized that you would fall that hard and so quick

Anyway, being the shy person you are (sorry if you’re not hhh), you refused to confess since you don’t think he likes you like that (spoiler alert: he does)

You would high key ogle at him through your camera while snapping his photos and while you were editing lol

You would often think back to the time you first met him

He had gorgeous sun-kissed skin, a perfectly straight nose, and the most charming smile you’ve ever seen

Once you got to know him, that’s when you REALLY fell for him

He was so sweet and kind and knew how to cheer you up no matter how down you were feeling

He knew you better than you knew yourself

Ok back to the present

So, you feel like you’d be stuck in the friend zone forever :(((

You were oblivious as heck, but Zhenning was observant and noticed a slight change in your demeanor

As time passed and the years flew by, you couldn’t help but to fall harder for this cutie :0

Don’t think you could get away with crushing on him without him noticing though

As best friends, the two of you went out a lot like a “friend date”

Today, Zhenning invited you to come over to his place because he wanted to have a movie marathon with you

Of course you agreed before he could even finish his sentence lmao

You practically flew (well drove...don’t speed guys) over to his place and the two of you ended up snuggling together while watching

After the third movie, you began to notice a trend in the movies Zhenning had picked out

“Zhenning…”

“Yeah?”

“Why are all these...romance movies?”

Zhenning froze a little, you could feel his arms tense around you

“I uh...I have to tell you something actually,” he leaned in a little

You blushed but didn’t move away

“I like you and I know you like me too,” his eyes bore into yours, confidence lacing his soothing voice

“Z-Zhenning…” you gulp, happy that he returned your feelings, but also embarrassed that he already knew about your crush on him

You want to ask how he knew, but you felt shy, especially under his gaze and the close proximity

“You’re not very good at hiding your feelings,” he chuckles, reading your mind

You let out a small squeak, about to protest, but before you could say anything, Zhenning closed the gap between the two of you and pulled you into a kiss

It was the best kiss you’ve ever experienced

Dating

The chemistry between you two!!! Ugh!!! World’s cutest couple!!!

Despite how close the two of you were before already, you guys would get even closer

It was like the two of you were stuck together by super glue

It also got a lot easier at work

He knew what kind of poses he needed to do and you knew all his best angles and it was as if you guys could communicate about what the best outcome would be telepathically

Perfect teamwork uwu

Ok so when he told you he wanted to become a trainee, you were worried for him but supportive nonetheless!

You knew he would be supportive of whatever you wanted to do as well

Wow we stan a supportive couple uwu

So you know how y’all area already close and went on a lot of friend dates?

Well, don’t expect it to be the same cuz Zhenning will come up with the most creative dates!!

His favorite, however, will always be him taking you to the company and just dancing around and playing together and him showing off his new moves ;))

He also loves those chill dates where you guys walk around and have random photoshoots!!

Personally, I don’t think he’s much of a cuddler :0

But he loves to hold hands uwu

He’s not big on PDA I don’t think

Hand holding and light kisses are okay with him though

He also loves to show you off to all his friends and fellow trainees

Loves to talk about you too much :’))

“Look! I’m the luckiest man in the world”

“You’re just jealous I get to date the most perfect and amazing person in the whole world”

“Zhenning shut up”

“But look-”

*gets smacked* lol

Missing You

Off to Qing Chun You Ni he goes!!!

The night before he left you guys just cuddled the entire day and wouldn’t let go of each other and cried :(((

Of course he’s excited to go on the show and maybe debut

But he also can’t help but to feel so sad and kind of guilty for leaving you alone

Since you guys have always stuck with each other, he’s never left your side for more than 3 days tbh

You guys have always seen each other at least every other day

I mean you guys work together AND are dating after all

He’ll hold your hand so tightly and won’t let go until you shoo him off so he won’t be late

Unfortunately, his phone got taken away and when he was finally able to contact you, he nearly broke down

He missed you so so so soooo much!!

You cried as soon as you picked up lol

Just the sound of his voice made you all teary and sad

He refuses to cry while filming tho so he’ll have a teary smile the entire call (I don’t think I’ve ever seen him really cry tbh so uh idk)

Lots of kissy faces even if it looks silly :’)))

Reuniting!!

Finally the finale~

He gets to come home and you’re more than excited/ready to have your boyfriend back

There he is on stage, literally sparkling under the spotlight and he notices you down in the crowd

The biggest smile breaks out on his face and you shyly wave at him

He feels like he’s finally alive again after seeing your face

He’s able to feel at peace and he honestly doesn’t care about getting into the top 9 anymore

He just wants you in his arms

He just wants to press kisses all over your face

He’s so tired and just wants to cuddle you and fall asleep to the sound of your light breathing and the feeling of your fingers running gently through his hair

His face literally glows and even if he didn’t get in, he couldn’t erase the permanent smile on his face

When he finally gets off the stage and is standing in front of you

Be prepared for the tightest hug of your life lmao

You’d have to tell him you can’t breathe for him to let go

Conclusion

He’s gorgeous, please love him

He deserves to debut as well

Istg I’m falling harder and harder for him every time I see him

You should vote for our little pearl uwu

黑珍珠加油!!

~Admin Liz ♡

[yuzurk]

「 Interview with a Mun 」  ⇢ RK Anniversary Solo ( + 5 SP ! ) ⇢ featuring all muses that Jen has ever had in Rookies

“ Who is ready for things to get buck-wild?! ”

Yuju: hi! this is yuzu and you’re watching choi’s choice! Mun: liiiiieeees Jkook: liar liar panties on fire! Jieun: oh lord- Soyeon: this is madness- why do I have to be here again? Yuju: now now guys! we’re here to interview Jen! Jackson: ohhhh this will be fun! Mun: I’m scared- Yuju: well first of- maybe Jieun eonni should have a go! she was the first, right? Jieun: ye the first and the oldest-  Mun: pfff Jieun: you’re my age! Don’t you dare laugh woman! Mun: I ain’t said nuffin~~~ Jieun: *sigh* anyway! It’s been five years huh? You were in rookies for majority from it’s opening time, no? Mun: you could say that yes. I think I joined sometime.... january 2014? right after the first season of the mgas Jieun: and daehyun’s mun dragged you in Mun: ohhhh yes he did. he tried to make me join even earlier, in december already when it just opened. I’d been complaining to him how bad things were for me in indie rp. I’d never been in a closed directory before at that time and I was kind of scared I’d lose contact to all the folks I was writing with by limiting myself. Jieun: buuuut you found your way in quickly, no? Mun: I guess you could say that xD still kind of funny to me that your first collab partner was a yoongi when I didn’t even rly care bout bts back then.... Jackson: we’re getting off topic! Mun: okay okay yes. sure. I get it. so yeah... Jieun was around for a while... I was very bad at handling multiple muses back then but some folks talked me into bringing jackson to life- well he was Tao on his first run before I decided to change his face when I brought him in during his second run xP Jackson: *sheds manly tears* the abandonment Mun: oh come oooon! you got your happy ending! Jackson: thaaat’s true! even if I had to suffer through a bisexual crisis Jieun & Soyeon: *rolls eyes* Jackson: oh look who’s rolling her eyes there! the girl who took my spot! Soyeon: wanna pick a fight?! Mun: there there kids. no fighting~ Soyeon: tch Jieun: sooooo the little spitfire was your third muse, right? She ultimately won out against Jackson and you brought her in? Mun: yup! She was a pretty consistent muse even if I went through 4 face changes for her orz First Jimin from AOA, then Heeo from 4ten and Chaeyeong from Twice- dunno the order anymore xD I think first Chaeyeong and then Heeo? Either way I settled on Soyeon eventually and was happy with that! She was honestly a pretty controversial muse. I clashed on alot with her but I still love her dearly ♥ Soyeon: tch, so cheesy Mun: you’re still smiling though~ Soyeon: ye ye whatevs Jieun: and for a good span of one- two years you were doing fine, right? Mun: yup! and then rookies allowed folks to have a third muse! I still remember how mira jumped right at me to tell me the news xD she knew how many muses I had swirling around my brain but I wasn’t sure if I could handle another one... JKook: and then there was me! The meme son! Mun: yeah the meme son xD my sweet prodigy photographer~ JKook: heh. kek Yuju: kek Jieun: can you two kids stop with the gamer stuff for just one sec?! Mun: I think it’s funny uwu jeongguk in general was a muse that made me roll on the floor with laughter. I love and adore him for the sole reason he didn’t want to be an idol at all. He was set on photography and had his own issues with his dad. even after I angsted him up (and lowkey gave him a bisexual crisis as well)  JKook: I STILL HATE YOU FOR THAT! Mun: you loooove me! Anyway! I was doing well juggling three muses for a while but then things... changed around me. I was moving on mentally. Last year summer I just felt... dis-attached to everything and everyone. I knew I needed space and time to just... clear my head, move on to new adventures and find myself again. I’d been a personality here for so long with a reputation I felt no longer fitted me. So I did what I had to and I... left ^^; Yuju: And y’stayed away for a whole of 8 months, almost a whole year. So I’m here to ask ya the golden question: why did ya come back? Mun: first of all- the bro-squad chat. I was still kind of in there here and there and one of my ooc friends is in it too so I was never not rly up to date with what was happening? And then I watched pd48 with a friend and it gave me muse for the idol theme again. I had my muse and I just needed a face. I picked Yuju at first but I fell in love with Yena throughout the show and she fits perfectly to my muse. So here I am with this little whirlwind~ back on stage for a good show! Yuju: you got it! Jieun: I’m curious though- Jackson: not just you, Jieun. Jieun: if you could bring one of us back? Would you do it? And who would it be? Mun: Jieun’s arc in rookies is over. Bub you’re happy with your career and your life right now. You function as an npc for Yuju anyway since you guys are cousins. Jackson your arc is over too. You’re happy and big in the model business right now. Jackson: you got it~ Mun: dork xD Soyeon is happy as well. She’s successfully making her degree at university and has been working on building up her own studio to teach kids martial arts. So.... JKook: me? Why- Mun: I feel like I left your story unresolved in many ways. I always had a lot of fun writing for you. If given the chance I’d like to explore it a bit more. Yuju: but for now all yer attention’s on meeee, right?! JKook: YAH! Yuju: >P fyte me! JKook: you wanna go?! Mun: xD the fact I made the two of you best friends might make it difficult for me to play you both out in rookies but I can’t say I wouldn’t like to give it a try ^^ Yuju: so comin’ back here, and considerin’ all that’s happened during the past five years- what would yer final words be to sum up how y’feel bout rookies?! Mun: I’d have to say that it’s been wild, it is wild and it’s going to be wild for many years to come~ I wish people would be less competitive and see the rp for what it is: a place to write creatively together and have fun. buuut that’s just my two grains of salt added to the dish ^^ I’m looking forward to see what kinda stuff the mods will keep throwing at us basically and I hope things will continue on peacefully! Jieun: I guess that concludes the intervie- Yuju: hey hey! My stage! My closing! Jieun: *sighs deeply* JKook: well guess that’s it! BYE! Yuju: YAH!!!

[hcnnybcnny-archive]

For the meta post! What drew Bugs to Honey? Was it love at first sight? Was it her looks?

ooc. Far from it actually. In the comics when they first meet Bugs isn’t interested in her at all and doesn’t flirt or act romantically interested. They forged a friendship. We actually see, as the comics pass through the years, their friendship sparking into a crush and them moving to be closer to the other and more. And, while I headcanon honey has existed since the 40′s, I follow that trend of having them be friends first that worked their way to that point.

Bugs did find Honey beautiful. But in reading the comics, plus seeing some art, it’s obvious Bugs fell for her personality / talents / mind first. In one comic he’s shown impressed by how witty she is and how quick-thinking she is. In one piece of art by Chuck we see Bugs fawning over her on stage playing the violin by offering her a bouquet of carrots. We see coloring pages of Bugs admiring her singing or playing the piano beside her.  We see Bugs in one comic ask Honey to be his secretary for his detective stuff and, when asking for her notes, be flabbergasted by how well written they are and how advanced they are. It stuns him.

Honey’s talents as a singer, dancer, being witty, being seen as ‘smart’, keeping a level head, and more? That’s what seemed to attract Bugs. Honey was also very supportive of him at all times. We see Bugs being flustered by Honey admitting she signed him up for some award because she thought he was ‘spectacular’. And, when Honey entered an award / modeling thing, she admitted she only cared what he thought and he just outright was like “I think you’re great”.

Now there was a physical attraction. There’s a lot of art, merchandise, and coloring pages of Bugs just??? Well, drawing her, painting her, and excitedly taking photographs of her.

But it’s so obvious he fell for her mind and who she is. He fell for her niceties, her talents, who she was, they didn’t even get a smooch in the comics until years later when Bugs is seen finally admitting he likes her. There’s also the obvious fact they have fun together. When, in the commercials, we see Bugs and Honey highfiving. We see Bugs excitedly pointing out things to her. We see Bugs on a shirt happily writing letters to her.  We see them on a boat together laughing, going on vacations, we see comics of Bugs coming up with schemes and Honey getting involved. We see Bugs in the commercial stretched out, Honey giving him a cheek kiss, and Bugs being so giddy he kicks his feet in excitement. 

They were very close friends first before they fell in love. And, while Bugs did find her pretty, he didn’t fall for her looks and instead they had a slow-burn romance as Bugs grew to know her and was shown falling in love with what she could do and who she was  ( her singing / dancing / musical talents / their friendship / etc ).

[acuppellarp]

We’re excited to announce that Leigh has decided to level up Lola Alvarez from a mumu minor character to a main character! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours. 

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Leigh, she/her Age: 26 Timezone: EST Ships: Lola/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Lola/No Chemistry

IC INFO

Full Name: Louisa Cristina “Lola” Alvarez Face Claim: Lauren Jauregui Age/Birthday: April 11th (Aries mood), 24 Occupation: Model/make-up artist/burlesque dancer/photographer Personality: enigmatic, magnetic, confident, lonely, passionate Hometown: Brooklyn, NY Bio:

[DEATH TW]

Louisa doesn’t talk about her birth parents, simply because there’s nothing to talk about. Her father, she can assume, was never really in the picture, and her mother left her on the stoop of a fire department in the 99th precinct of New York City, so it’s not as if she cared. Louisa rarely thinks about her birth parents, if at all. The truth was, Consuelo Migdas was sixteen when she gave birth to Louisa, and wasn’t ready to have a family. She had hoped that by putting her daughter up for adoption, she’d be put into a good home.

It took twelve years for Louisa to be adopted. Twelve years for the world to show Louisa its cold nature. By the time she turned ten, Louisa had been carted to four different foster homes. Every time it looked like there was a promise of someone wanting to take her home, she ended up being returned like a blouse that didn’t fit quite right. Louisa quickly began losing hope that anybody would keep her for good. She’d be stuck in the foster system until she was eighteen years old, and then she’d become a ward of the state. She’d have to fend for herself in the extremely cruel city of New York.

If you asked her now, she’d tell you that it could have been much worse, but that’s very much in line with Louisa’s character. She’s not dramatic in that way. She’ll downplay anything to make you think she hasn’t suffered, she’s perfectly fine. But truthfully? Not having the unconditional love of a family had more of an impact on her than she’d ever care to admit. Louisa was awful in school– on the days she came in and wasn’t starving, she found that it was tough for her to concentrate. Numbers and words didn’t make sense. Once, as a Christmas gift, she was given a book from one of her teachers: Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. Louisa loved that they had the same name, and she loved the idea of growing up with four sisters who loved her and a mother who would do anything for her. All she wanted was a stable, consistent life.

Louisa found that she loved art from the very beginning, and would lose herself in drawings. She loved to play dress up.  She liked to take things, too. It started small, like a pack of gum or a candy bar. Nobody was any the wiser, and Louisa would never steal from the same place twice. She would steal art supplies from her school and only got caught once. Crying, she explained to her teacher that she only wanted to be able to draw at home. Three days later, she was gifted a beautiful set of over a hundred colored pencils. Every hue and shade Louisa could possibly imagine was in that set. She saved the nubs of those pencils and strung them together to make a necklace. It serves as a reminder for her– how far she’s come, and how much farther she has to go.

Things changed rapidly for the better when Mimi adopted her. At least, that’s how she introduced herself to Louisa: “I’m going to be your Mimi and we’re going to be very happy together.” It took Louisa a solid three months to believe her. If she could last longer than three months, that would be all. But Mimi showed her a home that was full of love, and a place where she was accepted. She had dinner every night, she had a quiet, cozy place to read her favorite book, and Mimi made sure she did all of her homework instead of roaming the streets.

It was when she was thirteen that she started going by Lola, if only because that’s what Mimi called her. When she asked why, Mimi would start singing the song from Damn Yankees– whatever Lola wants, Lola gets. And honestly, Lola wasn’t used to being spoiled. She wasn’t used to someone loving her. She wasn’t used to a real home.

When she applied to FIT, she put the design on the side and instead chose to focus on the modeling aspect. She got her degree, fine, but found herself loving the idea of being someone’s muse. Someone’s obsession. Someone’s love. Lola began to become heavily involved in making her own clothing, with the sewing machine that had been passed down from Mimi’s dressmaking mother right into Lola’s greedy little hands. It cost them a fortune to send her to college, but Mimi swore Lola was going to be on the cover every fashion magazine someday. Lola assured Mimi that she was too short, and focused on building a following via social media, something that she keeps up with today.

Lola’s life couldn’t be without one more tragedy, though. Mimi was cleaning the floor of their apartment in Brooklyn when she slipped on a puddle and hit her head. The injury resulted in dementia-like symptoms, not uncommon in Mimi’s age. After calling emergency services, Lola was told that there was nothing more that the doctors could do. Mimi was transferred to a care facility in Queens, and Lola visits her as faithfully as she can. Mimi is lucid sometimes, but often has no idea who Lola is other than the nice girl who visits her and sketches her.

Mimi’s current state has broken Lola’s heart. She’s picked up a few random jobs trying to make some extra cash– including dancing at a burlesque club (she insists it’s for the glamor of it all, but it’s mostly because she likes the attention), modeling for a series of painting classes (again, Lola likes attention), and working as a make-up artist. All the money she makes goes to pay for Mimi’s care, and to keep her room full of fresh flowers. Lola feels lost, understandably so, which is why she’s been so happy to join April’s Growers. It’s given her a new sense of purpose, even if sometimes she’s still kind of sad. Lola is doing the best that she can to juggle her odd jobs, her newfound roommates, her beloved mother, and pursuing what she loves.

Pets:  Lola recently rescued a French bulldog puppy named Donatella, who she loves more than life itself. Relationships:

[WANTED CONNECTIONS: Roommate for Nicola & Kitty, April’s Grower]

Santana Lopez

All things considered, they should be rivals– they’re both Latinas who can sing, they’re both drop dead gorgeous, and they usually go for the same modeling gigs– but Lola and Santana have somehow managed to become friends. It also doesn’t hurt that they’re now prone to admire each other’s beauty as often as they can in someone’s bedroom.

Reggie Clifton

Ah, how does Lola even begin to describe Reggie Clifton? They met at a rally in the city more than a year ago, which is only too fitting for the both of them.  Lola fell for Reggie and she fell very hard. They flirted, they messed around a lot, and when they admitted that they had feelings for each other, it was peppered with the worst thing Lola’s ever heard: I like you, but I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. Reggie, apparently, wasn’t ready, and Lola took her broken heart all the way back to Brooklyn and away from Acup. She’s come back around, though, and Lola is wasting no time in showing Reggie what she passed up.

X Scott

X and Lola have a really beautiful relationship, based on a mutual love of art. Lola has become something of a muse to X, and she’s always willing to pose for a photo or painting. They’re very much kindred spirits and Lola would go to the ends of the earth for X.

Nicola De Rocha & Kitty Wilde

Her roommates, but also her best friends. She’s only moved in with them recently, after Mimi’s death. Her Brooklyn home got to be too quiet, and Lola loves their chatter. Lola thinks of them as three larger-than-life personalities who could gossip until the sun comes up. She’s not so subtly hinting to Kitty that she wants to shoot at Vogue, and always dropping her wishlist to Nicola. She loves her roommates and would do anything for them.

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