#i wanted to make her a new 70’s outfit

[mythicalmeowz]

like a rhinestone cowboy

[skyeblue8]

Ɗᥙҽ 𝜏σ ᙏყ Ɲҽɯ⨍σᥙɳԃ Ƒιχα𝜏ισɳ... ♚

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Specifically with the Gluttonous Sin of Beelzebub being my favorite Sin of the group (not necessarily in Helluva Boss, but just in general), I wanted to make a ranking list of my favorite Queen Bee redesigns and their creators for really no other reason than I just feel like it. Now, this is all personal opinions and should not be taken to heart by any means, it's just for fun:

#1. "Beelzebub & Bibi" by @gravcore

♡ In terms of an actual redesign of the original, I love how this artist made "Bibi" because, for one thing, they made sense of the originals hair by giving her a ponytail since way too many characters have a mohawk style (Loona included); two, I cannot explain just how much I adore the clothes they gave her. The top is actually insect based and gorgeous, and not some recolor version of Loona's outfit; and third, they made canon Bee her own character rather than a royal because nothing about the OG read "Ancient Sin" to anybody.

♡ Now, in terms of the actual Beelzebub, here, she's legitimately stunning. Rather than a redesign, I can tell this was the original long before the Queen Bee episode came out, and I love how it reads both "70's party girl" and "regal ruler" all in one. That, and the actual bug design aspect and the color scheme. Above all else, I love how they incorporated the lava stomach in her design, too.

#2. "Beelzebub" by @s3tok41b4

♡ This design can best be described as a literal re-imagine of the canon Beelzebub as it shares almost all her similarities with the actual bug aspect to it that it desperately needed. It's legitimately simplistic but still appealing to the eye, futher showing us that Viv was perfectly capable of making something so simple, but actively chose to make it more confusing than it had to be.

#3. "Beelzebub" by @ruinxl0ve

♡ Similar to the first two, this shares both a regal and party girl bug aesthetic with the added bonus of actually being beautifully emotive despite not even having a mouth. I feel this beautifully differentiates the design from the original while also making it recognizable and I feel that it kinda feeds into the original concept that Queen Bee could literally "feel the vibe", hinting to her being an empath in some manner.

#4. "The Three Bees" by @onehelluvatime

♡ Long story short, these are three individual versions of the Queen Bee and her new placing within the Hellaverse outside of the canon one. For more in-depth explanation of these interpretations, it's best to check the blog yourself. Truly, I love these designs not only because of the visual redesigns themselves, but also the well-crafted and creative explanations and backgrounds regarding these characters. I especially like the idea that the hellhounds within society are half-undead with skull-like appendages and facial aspects.

#5. "Spontaneous Beelzebub" by @redd-byrd

♡ I know it's essentially the same as the canon design, but with the small tweaks that were made to this one (the giant "Bee Butt", the added black lines, the actual bug-like wings, the blue-thin eyes), all of them give a more clear indication (at least to me) that this Bee is more higher up than her fellow hellhounds, meaning she looks a lot more like a hybrid thus making her more grand. It's nice how they added these small details for improvement while still essentially leaving the design like its original.

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Anyway, thanks for listening to my Ted Talk. Have a nice day!

[swiftsgirlfriend]

𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌&𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. bradley bradshaw x reader, no use of y/n mentions of alcohol, swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of porn/pornstars, fluff, 18+ only, mdni

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

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You sigh and roll your eyes as yet another cheesy fake 70s party song comes on. (a.n: yk the songs that arent from the 70s but sound sort of disco-esque so they’re on every 70s party playlist ever. those)

This was certainly not what you were expecting when you decided to go to The Hard Deck’s “70’s themed night” although you scold yourself for not knowing better. 70’s themed nights are never what you hope they’ll be.

You look around at everyone happily dancing, clad in their god-awful hippie and disco costumes and wish you were back home. At least then you could listen to some good music. But you’d already had a couple drinks, and were warm in your barstool so decided to stick it out for a bit longer.

You felt so out of place in your outfit (an actual vintage 70’s outfit) and the music was almost literally making your ears bleed. One more drink you tell yourself. Then you can call a cab to go home.

You swivel your barstool around and ask Penny for another drink.

“Hey, Penny, next time you have a decade-themed night, please let me be in charge of the music.” you tell her, only half-jokingly as she begins making your drink.

“Terrible isn’t it.” a voice says, startling you.

You turn your barstool around to see a tall, handsome man, standing behind you.

“The music I mean.” he continues “Most of it isn’t even from the 70’s.”

As you listen to him, you notice what he’s wearing. He may be the only other person who isn’t wearing a silly costume and is actually dressed like he was from the 70’s. You also notice his thick moustache, which makes you laugh a little. He really could be from the 70’s with that thing.

“I know right.” you answer. “Honestly it’s like no-one appreciates the art that is true 70’s disco.”

He smiles and chuckles, and it makes you smile too. It also makes your tummy flutter. You turn around to get your drink to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing your rosy cheeks.

“So what are you supposed to be? A… groupie for Led Zeppelin?” he asks teasingly.

You turn back around and say:

“What are you supposed to be? A pornstar from the 70’s?” you say, smirking.

That makes him laugh even louder which, consequently, makes the butterflies in your tummy flutter even harder.

“Exactly.” he replies, playing along. “The best in the business.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. I mean, are you surprised? Who wouldn’t want to see all this.” he says while gesturing up and down his body.

“Oh no, I get it” you start, standing up finally. “That moustache just really… does something to me.” you say flirtatiously, not really lying. You wouldn’t mind feeling that moustache in… places.

He smirks.

“Hey well, maybe you could be my co-star then.”

“Bold thing to say when you haven’t even told me your name yet.” you reply.

“Bradley.”

“Nice to meet you Bradley.”

“So what’s your name, baby?” he asks back.

Oh fuck. The word baby coming from his mouth made you weak behind the knees.

You tell him your name almost stuttering as you do so and he smiles his pretty smile.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

“I’ve only been here a few times.” you answer honestly. “I’m sort of, new to Miramir.”

“Well, I’ll bet you’re glad you moved here. Now you can say you’ve met the best pornstar on the West Coast.”

You giggle. He likes that sound. He could get used to hearing it.

“Oh I’m extremely glad… what’s your name?”

“Forget already?” he asks, sort of disappointed.

“No I mean your pornstar name. You gotta have one.”

“Rooster.” he answers quickly.

“I feel like you’re trying to tell me something here.” you say, eyeing him suspiciously.

“No.” he laughs, “No, it’s my callsign.”

“Ohh, I see. You’re a flyboy.”

“Precisely.”

You’re honestly not surprised. Half the population of Miramir (aka Fightertown) is aviators. Plus, you could imagine him being in the Navy. Tall, broad, most likely muscular judging by the way his arms bulge out of his button up.

A silence falls between you for a moment, before Bradley speaks again.

“What do you say, me and you have a little boogie. Show them how it’s done.” he says, nodding his head in the direction of the people currently on the dance floor.

“You know, I really would, but this music is like, impossible, to dance to.” you say.

You cannot dance. And this man is basically perfection. There is no way you’re embarrassing yourself like that.

“Right, yeah fair enough. But just to be clear, if there was good music, you’d dance with me?”

“Of course I would.”

“Okay… you know what, I’ll be back in a second.” he says before hurriedly walking off.

Fuck. You think. He wanted to dance with you and you turned him down. Are you actually stupid. He’s probably not coming back.

You take a long sip of your drink, finishing it off, and just about ready to call a cab, when all of a sudden you hear the start of a familiar song.

You smile as the intricate and funky guitar solo of Get Down Tonight by KC & The Sunshine Band plays.

Then Bradley is in front of you again.

“Wanna dance?” he says, feigning nonchalance, and holding his hand out.

“Fine. But only because I really like this song.”

You take his hand and he brings you ro the dance-floor.

“Just a fair warning though, I can’t dance. Like at all.” you tell him.

“Sure you can baby. Everyone can dance. Did you not watch Dirty Dancing.”

That makes you laugh, and he swears he feels his heart melt a little.

“Just follow my lead. I’ll teach you.” he tells you reassuringly.

At first, you’re hesitant to let yourself relax, but the longer the song goes on, the longer he’s looking at you with his puppy-dog eyes, the more difficult it becomes to stay tense. After a minute or two, you’re lost in the song and the feeling of his hands on your hips goes straight to your head, making you feel more tipsy than you are.

When the song finally ends, you’re hot and sweaty but also extremely giggly and honestly impressed with your and Bradley’s dancing.

He takes you back to the bar, both of you laughing.

“Baby, I thought you said you couldn’t dance! You were amazing!” Bradley tells you.

“It was all you!” you tell him.

“Nah. You’re a stellar dancer, babe.”

“Maybe it was the song. Brings out the best dance moves in us.”

“I knew you’d like it. Honestly thank god you did because I paid that DJ $10 to put it on.”

“You paid him? Why?”

“Well, he told me he couldn’t change the setlist but I wanted to dance with you.”

“Bradley you didn’t have to-”

“Give me your number.” he interrupts.

“What?”

“You know, as a thanks. Since I taught you how to dance and all.” he responds, almost shyly.

He gives you those puppy-dog eyes again, and well, how could you say no?

“Okay.”

He smiles his gorgeous smile for the millionth time that night, and you have a feeling, a nice warm feeling and you’re sure you’ll be seeing that smile a lot from now on.

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(top gun) mutuals:

@notroosterbradshaw @sunlightmurdock @floydsglasses @its-dee-lovely @tongue-like-a-razor @teacupsandtopgun @hangmans-wingman @roosterbruiser @roosterforme @southpawbitch @sebsxphia @mak-32

[theyapper0]

HAZBIN HOTEL REDESIGNS!!!!

I recently watched Hazbin Hotel for the first time! I've never been into it before, and I vaguely remember it when the pilot first came out years ago but I never even watched THAT!!

It's not............. the best show ever BUT I HAD FUN WATCHING IT!!!!!! I mainly like it bc I love Catholicism and the bible SOOOOO I'm rewriting it and I'll be posting ALL MY IDEAS!!!!!! (Ppl are gonna hate it LOL)

Close-ups + notes are under the cut :)

CHARLIE: OK SO I basically got rid of all the goat stuff that she (didn't) have going on ASIDE from the hooves hahaha, I didn't draw them here but she still has those bc I think they're COOL

So taking inspo from the fact that Charlie's design was based off porcelain dolls and marionettes, Charlie is LITERALLY a doll come to life!!! Lucifer and Lilith, bc they couldn't naturally conceive a child (bc Lilith is dead + is known to be responsible for the death of newborns), basically just made a child-doll and gave it life with their demonic magic!!!

I ALSO WANT CHARLIE TO CONSTANTLY BE TEETERING THE LINE OF LOOKING CREEPY AND FUCKED UP!!!! She's literally a living doll, I need ppl to look at her sometimes and be unsettled (sheep in wolf's clothing)

VAGGIE: Like Charlie, I'm completely throwing the animal (moth) motif that Vaggie (supposably) had. I'm mainly leaning more into Hotel Manager/body guard. WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW!!!!!!

Honestly, I've changed Vaggie's design over 4 times and it's subject to change STILL. I gave her a cloak bc I think it's epic and I think she's epic and you'll be seeing her in future posts with what her outfit looks like without the cloak, it's a sleeveless collared shirt and she's got long fingerless gloves on :) AND THE CLOAK IS ALSO THERE BC I THINK SHE'S EDGY!!!! She's edgy and emo and amazing

I WAS gonna make her with awesome battle scars but then I remembered that angels can only be harmed with angelic weapons so :(((( no hot scars

ANGEL: MY ANGEL DESIGN IS NEVER CHANGING!!!!!! I have no notes, I think I'm in love with my Angel.

I heard somewhere that Angel in cannon has one black sclera and one white one bc he died with a black eye sooo..... He died with 2 black eyes LOL!!!

I didn't wanna give him prominent wrists and ankles bc I thought it looks cute :3

HUSK: He's a tuxedo cat, I think they're adorable and I think Husk is a 70 year old man who should be adorable. And NO BOW TIE!!!! I'M TIRED OF EVERY CHARACTER HAVING ONE!!!!

He's a frazzled drunk who's still Alastor's pet LOL

ALASTOR: I took a lot of inspiration for Alastor's design from Dr. Daddy-o, a radio DJ/host from New Orleans in the 1940's!!! I LOVE his voice and I wanted to base Alastor off of a BLACK RADIO HOST bc he's you know, BLACK!!!!!!!! Idk who that white boy is in cannon

He and Charlie are tied for the tallest in the cast, they're the same height (not counting his antlers)

I wanted to make Alastor look pretty human looking, aside from his antlers and deer ears ofc bc I don't think he needs to look scary all the time, he usually uses his words to provoke ppl anyway (and if that doesn't work THEN he'll use force) (Wolf in sheep's clothing)

NIFFTY: Niffty's design is based off Rosie the Riveter (WE CAN DO IT!!!!) especially with her her top, her hair and her headband/bandana.

I also made her taller than she is in cannon bc she's not the kind of character that the audience or even the other characters take seriously so in my head adding a couple inches to her will make me take her more seriously LOL

[too-antigonish]

The Great S7 Rewrite: 14 July 2024 Update

So here's a brief summary of where we're at so far plus new ideas:

Bone of Contention #1: Opera Rules

So far: 

Keep and maybe even go a little crazy with Opera Rules 

Possibly feature more of the opera written for S7

Possibly include opera theme towpath murders 

NEW:

@oeuvrinarydurian

Throwing this out here because so many of these options are potentially hysterical. https://tropedia.fandom.com/wiki/Opera

I will also suggest looking at TV Tropes Opera page. I’d also recommend checking out the various tvtropes pages for individual operas by title.

Bone of Contention #2: Ludo and Violetta?

So far:

Give them an evil plan that actually makes logical sense

And also make them people that Morse would actually want to be friends/lovers with

Consider extent to which Violetta is “Unattainable Fantasy Woman” 

Make Ludo a music journalist, etc.

NEW:

Keeping Ludo and Violetta

@oeuvrinarydurian

Violetta works better as a character if we turn her more aggressively into a black widow, who is fully on board with whatever overall plan the two of them have

Could work fine in Operaville if the various lures Ludo throws out include Violetta and her magical vajayjay.

Part of the fun and engagement is finding a way to make them work. I think it is cheating if we get rid of everything we hate.

I’m leaning towards making them much more loathsome and true operatic villains.

@fanficrocks

Agrees we should keep Ludo and Violetta but ramp up their villainy… not necessarily in an overt way

Making them on the surface believable as friend and paramour respectively for Morse; but beneath, they are fully invested in their villainy

@astridcontramundum

Agrees that they could both be villains. 

That’s what she did with them in her “After-comers” AU. 

Violetta was actually more of the mastermind in that story, because Ludo tended to give the game away with his theatrics 😂

Specific Ideas for Ludo and Violetta

Fanfic

Loves Ludo as music columnist covering the premiere of a new opera in Venice for the first meeting/supposedly short affair between Violetta and Morse.

Maybe Ludo attends pretending to be a single man because that is the only way he stands a chance at a real coup - an interview with the prima Donna starring as the female lead in the opera (she is well known for brushing off all other women, esp younger & prettier)

Astrid

Likes the ideas we have for how Ludo, Violetta and Morse meet! (I do think we need to keep them—we need a damsel and a villain.

The trouble for me in S7 was that Violetta’s storyline made no sense. If she was really afraid, it seemed she had ample time alone in which she could tell Morse the truth. 

And I didn’t mind Ludo as a villain—I had too much fun having Ludo and Bixby go head-to-head in my AU, I think. 😂)

Ludo’s Outfits

Astrid

…Ludo tended to give the game away with his theatrics 😂

Durian

…not to mention his outfits.

mystifying sweater vest and patterned shirt combination that’s burnt into my brain that I find incredibly upsetting. It’s so horrible, even by 70s standards, and I can’t quite figure out what the point of it is thematically . Do you know the one I mean? It’s godawful.  I think it’s what he’s wearing when Morse goes over for “dinner“ and Violetta is there. I think M’s wearing his Emo Black Turtle.

Ludo’s outfits, one after the other, just get worse and worse and worse. We have to put together an outfit  montage of stills for our storyboard as we craft our villain s/l. Perhaps we can all drop some LSD. Whoever was dressing him clearly was taking psychedelic drugs.

Antigonish

We *must* now include Ludo and Violetta's increasingly obnoxious  outfits as a sign of their escalating villainy. Emo black turtleneck Morse should be oblivious and baffled by their fashion choices.

Durian

Elton John's fashion evolution

Bone of Contention #3: Towpath Storyline

So far:

Streamline very cluttered storyline

Focus mostly on is the murderer Carl or is it not Carl

Possibly make them opera related so it is universe within universe for towpath killings.  Deranged fan? Thwarted performer? Gives more scope for Thursday/Morse conflict.

Make conflict between Morse and Thursday believable by providing adequate motivation—possibly Morse’s increasingly reckless behavior and lack of care for his safety

While there was a reconciliation at the end of S6, Morse would have still been carrying resentment about having been pushed aside

NEW:

Morse/Thursday Conflict

Astrid

And as for the Morse/Thursday conflict—since Morse is having this affair, and since the case is veering towards the operatic, perhaps Morse gets reckless, putting himself inti danger?

Thursday might think of how he had just gone off to Wicklesham Quarry alone and feel angry that Morse has learned nothing from S6.

Fanfic

Likes the idea of Morse rushing into danger in a parallel with the S6 finale. It is sort of what he did at the very end of Zenana, but if it happens earlier like the middle of Oracle, it would give us a very solid reason for their increasingly acrimonious relationship

Bone of Contention #4: The Episodic Storylines

Raga: 

Fanfic

Simplify to story of intra-family tension resulting in the killing of an employee who is also a friend and thus has opinions on the matter. 

Move the actual killing to a street corner or alleyway so that the political backdrop (hate-fueled campaign, race-based attack on the Asian teenager) works as an effective red herring

Then leaves the gay wrestlers story to be woven in - potentially as a second red herring overlapping with the first one of race hate (as several of the wrestlers in the group were persons of color). 

Loves Thursday’s disparaging parallel between wrestling and opera, and can see how that will really rile Morse

Astrid

Glad you like the wrestlers! I was thinking maybe their falling out could be over who was getting the starring role? Over who would get to play the lead “face?” 

Between the wrestlers, and the family drama (love you all’s ideas for them!) and the Ludo/Morse/Violetta storyline, we could have a theme of jealousy and thwarted love and temptation running throughout all of the layers, linking them all together. And tying in to the opera, too, framing it all into one?

Antigonish

If we make the family Bengali, they would work with the idea of incorporating the political tensions in the lead-up to Bangladesh's independence in '71.

Durian

I love what everybody’s throwing out as far as Raga. 

I think we could get rid of the poker and debt storylines as well and completely concentrate on some iteration of  intra-family political divisions . 

If we’ve got to have a murder about money, we can come up with a better reason… Maybe funding some kind of Pro-Bangladeshi political or social cause? 

Zenana:

Fanfic

The only bit in the entire episode that has anything at all to do with the title is the Lady Matilda’s college theme… limiting it to women only, and the women looking after their own (so to speak) when they trap, or more accurately try to inflict vigilante justice on, the copycat towpath killer

Durian

I am fully on board with jettisoning the Lady Matilda‘s storyline. It’s awkward.  

Overall S7 Themes

Astrid

That quote from Ludo* would be great to use too! I had forgotten he said that...that also brings all of the cast of characters together.

*Ludo sums it up—while also perhaps referring to his crimes—by saying to Morse, “Life, death, rich, poor. It's all a roll of the dice, Morse. There's no reason to any of it. You're not responsible. Some people are just unlucky.”

Between the wrestlers, and the family drama (love you all’s ideas for them!) and the Ludo/Morse/Violetta storyline, we could have a theme of jealousy and thwarted love and temptation running throughout all of the layers, linking them all together. And tying in to the opera, too, framing it all into one?

OK. Next up: a strategy for actually getting this done.

[he-goes-down]

There was a time:

Previous chapters/ warnings

A/N: this took like 3 weeks to finish, its longer than the other ones and at some points im just out of it so bear with me 🙏 (also additional rockstars, gifs at the end too) I also got too tired to keep changing povs

8. Look At Your Game Girl:

Second person pov:

It was soon Christmas Day, there was no big celebration or party as it was all leading up to a big New Year’s house party at one of Slash’s friends place in the hills. At least your Christmas day wasn’t horrible, everyone contributed to presents, even Axl as he was meant to go to Erin’s, but they were on a break. He wasn’t fazed and from you talking to her on the phone she was glad that they were taking a break. (She then told in secret that she met this new guy just as a fling and to not tell Axl as he would be furious.) But of course, when Axl goes onto other girls on break or not on break his girl shouldn’t care or complain. Axl’s present to you was a very fancy spoon that he stole from some old rich lady’s house, in return you gave him a red bandana. He was confused, but he tried it on, and he never took it off for the rest of the day, you brought him his iconic style. Slash gave you a ‘world’s best dad mug’ but scratched it out with a sharpie and said manager but written as ‘MAnGre’. Duff had given you a tea pot that he made in a pottery class he tried once when he was drunk out of his mind, but he said that his mind was on you when he was making it and put a lot of effort into it. It was slightly lobsided and concave in certain sections but the patterns and colours he used were very pretty. Steven gave you a cute keychain and said he’d share some of is coke with you later. Izzy, which was surprising, gave you a vinyl of one of your favourite albums from a more underground band from the 70’s. You had only mentioned the band a few times, but it wasn’t ever directed in conversations you had, or the little conversations you had. 

It was soon New Year’s Eve, Izzy and Duff went out to get some booze for the party and just fuck around town a bit, Axl was out somewhere unknown. Getting laid, getting arrested, picking fights, getting arrested for picking fights, doing unknown drugs, getting arrested for being in possession of said drugs, getting laid again. You pick. You, Slash and Steven were the only ones in the house. The Golden Trio. You were looking through your outfits to find a good one to wear to the party. You planned to get some tonight, or maybe at the minimum get a new year’s kiss and a fling because being tied to these gorgeous men and not being able to be with any of them was taking a slight toll on you. “Slash get in here!” You shouted throughout the house from your shared room. “Hmm?” He quirked as he slid into the doorway. “Pick one.” You held up two dresses. A short red cocktail dress, and a long black slit dress, both of which had small dainty straps to hold it up on your shoulders and the hanger. “Shit, I’d love to see you in the red one.” He smirked, ‘see’ meaning ‘fuck’. “Yeah, yeah whatever. But it doesn’t match the jacket, and I don’t want anything down there to freeze off.” You spoke. “I’ll keep you warm.” He flirted. You rolled his eyes, he always put in a dirty joke when he could. “Stevie! Get in here I need a second opinion instead of this buffoon.” You called out to him. Soon he walked into the room and stood next to Slash. He looked at the options in one quick look. “Red one. Red one. Please.” He repeated. You gave him a look. “Fine, the black one.” He groaned a fake groan. “Thank you.” You replied. “NOOOOO!” Slash started to have a fake tantrum begging for you to change your mind. You put the dress back and hang the black one on the doorknob. “Wait you know actually…” You spoke to yourself and swapped the dresses places. The red one now hanging on the doorknob to the cupboard. “Slash can I use your leather jacket? You know the one that’s slightly brown and bleached. The one that should stink like shit but doesn’t.” You told him. He basically ran to get it and bowed in front of you with it. “Madam.” He spoke. “Okay, get out I need to change.” You told them. 

You got to the living room with your outfit on and some light makeup, they both wolf whistled at the same time. They were like your personal hype men. “You know the party isn’t for a few hours though?” Steven said. “Yeah.” You spoke. “I thought I could go scout out someone to go with to the party.” You explained. “Speed dating!” Steven exclaimed. Slash whipped his head to face Steven. They started to have a telepathic conversation. You were quite confused, but they soon explained that they’ll come with you on this trip and select guys they know to have a little date with you at a bar. You didn’t object, this would be a fun experience. You didn’t necessarily trust their judgement, but you trusted them enough that they wouldn’t introduce you to a serial killer. You headed to one of the more upstaged bar in town and made your seating on one the stools while Slash and Steven sat in a booth nearby. Slash went out to the phone next to the bar and called up someone. This happened a few times as the people weren’t really your type, (They hadn’t showered in months), or you just didn’t feel a spark between you two, (One guy got his feet out and asked you to massage them.). You sat down with an exasperated sigh at Slash and Steven’s booth. They were trying to think of another guy to call up. “Okay, next one I don’t care who. I’ll settle with. I’ve had enough of this.”  You said as you ran your hands through your hair in a way to prepare for the next man.  “Come on look at your game girl. We have to get you the right man.” Slash said. “You haven’t been very good at it.” You rolled your eyes, “What about musicians? You really know how to make their heels spin.” Slash suggested.  “Fine, but no bass players.” You warned. “What a shame, because Duff-…” Slash started but Steven nudged him in the stomach with his elbow. Slash began to cough up utters and uncertainties. “Because- uh,” he coughed, “He knows a lot of other sexy players, yeah, yeah.” He finished nervously. Steven facepalmed and laid his head on the table in defeat. “I wouldn’t mind having a date with Duff.” You said nonchalantly, as you took a sip of your second margarita. “YOU WHAT!?” They both howled in unison. “What, I’m just saying he’s fine.” You replied, “So, so fine.” You added. He was absolutely gorgeous, and him being a sweetheart and taller than a skyscraper added a lot more to the appeal. Thinking about Duff made you start thinking about Axl again. ‘Shit.’ You thought, you needed advice. “Changing the topic, I need help. There is this… one guy that I like. It’s a bit complicated.” You began. They were all ears. “So, we kissed, but then the next week he got a gf, but now they’re broken up and I don’t know what to do.” You explained. Slash was trying to think who it would be, but Steven got it immediately and his jaw was on the floor. “Nuh uh, nuh uh. Stay away from A-… That man.” Steven protested. “A… A…” Slash thought and repeated. Then the biggest gasp came out his body. “AXL!?” “SHHHHHHH” you put your hand on his mouth and shushed him. “When? What? WHY?” He started again after you parted your hand from his mouth. “I thought that broke your no dating rule?” Steven enquired. “That’s why I don’t know what to do!” You said. Slash put his hand on your shoulder and put on a serious face. Silence. “Do not. Go for. That ginger.” Slash said slowly. He was vouching for Duff but also being serious. Axl and dating didn’t always go good together. You guys talked more about it and ended on a, ‘Don’t speak to him unless spoken too.’ And ‘Try ignore him as much as possible, without making him lose his shit.’

You decided against continuing with Slash and Steven’s horrible suitors, even after Slash was begging you to try ‘this one guy’ he had in mind, you’d rather just get laid at the party than prebook someone at this point. It was about 9pm when you, Slash and Steven got there. It was a huge house that could probably fit the whole population of a micro country in it. Most of the people were guys from rock bands that are just forming and deputing. All the girls there were gorgeous but were getting their face eaten by some scum looking man. A song from Def Leppard’s ‘Pyromania’ album was playing as you walked in - you actually worked with them on it, but you were a manager in training -. Slash scattered, either looking for girls, booze or Duff. You and Steven began to slowly take in your surroundings. “Y/N? Is that you?” You heard a familiar voice, and all of a sudden you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind and pick you up. You yelped in surprise and confusion. You looked back to see Richie. Richie Sambora, guitarist of Bon Jovi, and the familiar voice approached you from the front. The man of the hour, Jon Bon fucking Jovi. “Richie put her down!” Jon laughed. If your past-self wasn’t the one in full control you would have thrown yourself at him with no second thought. JON BON FUCKING JOVI. He put you down and smiled a greeting, and you did the same. Jon came to you and gave you a bear hug. “God, I missed you. How have you been?” He asked excitedly. “I’m doing okay.” You smiled and spoke as Richie leaned on your shoulder. “How are you and the rest doing? I haven’t had time to listen to your new record, I’m glad one of had the backbone to talk to management and get it out this early.” You spoke. “We’re doing great, the album’s really making us some money.” Jon replied. Steven whispered a soft “Who the fuck are these guys?” In your ear. You explained how you co-managed with some idiot on their first album back in 83’ and started going over silly stories about the tour. Steven and You soon started to talk about you going to manage Guns ‘n Roses, Richie said it was a ‘kickass name’. After a few topic changes, you began to wonder. “Hey, is David here tonight?” You asked as you tapped Jon the shoulder.  “I knew you’d ask that.” He replied. “Who?” Steven enquired. “Oh? So, you haven’t told them about your past dating life?” He raised his eyebrow with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes. “Why didn’t you bring this up at our gossip sessions!?” Steven was flabbergasted. “Yeah, N/N why didn’t you?” Richie teased. “Just tell me where he is.” You crossed your arms. “Over there somewhere.” Jon chuckled as he pointed. “Just don’t get too close! He might pounce on you when he sees you wearing that!” Richie yelled and teased as you began walking away. You and David were dating whilst you managed for Bon Jovi, which broke your first cardinal rule with bands, but it wasn’t established back then. Your relationship was great but had to fall out as your co manager thought it unruly and kicked you out simply for being a girl in the industry. The guys were furious as you did all the work and he mostly just sat back, and chain smoked all day. In the crowd of people, you saw a tall figure with jagged long hair, and everyone around him was laughing as he made jokes. David Bryan. 

Slash’s POV:

I had finally found Duff after making a few detours to get booze. He was in one of the corners by a useless arch in the middle of the room. “Hey dude.” I greeted to him and gave him a beer I bought with. “What we lookin’ at?” I asked. His eyes were focused on a particular point of the room. “That guy Y/N’s with.” Duff said, his eyes laser focused on the two. “Her and Stevie were talking to the guys over there. Well after one of them picked her up.” He said in a very serious tone as he pointed to where Steven was, talking to two other guys; one with dark long hair and bangs, and another; taller, lighter brown hair which was longer and puffier, and a crazy jawline. “Then she went to that guy after one of them pointed him out.” Duff was going all out detective on me. He was back to scanning and deciphering every little movement of her and this guy. He’s tall, about same height as Duff. But he seems funnier as she’s laughing and giggling at everything he’s saying. I took a swig of my drink looking around the party for some hot girls to pull, I was getting a bit tired of just looking at the two of them flirt with one another. I took a quick glance at Duff, and he was slowly and dramatically turning his head to face me. His mouth a gape. Once he did a full 90 degree he stopped. “Is that your jacket?” He spoke. “She asked for it!” I jumped to the defensive. Duff wouldn’t be mad at me but god, he could whoop my ass if I did something out of line. He could be a real mom sometimes.

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“I need you to do a job for me.” I started to speak. “See that girl over there.” I pointed. He nodded in response. “Break the bitch’s heart. Somehow. I don’t care, just do it.” I finished and slipped him five dollars, and we began to make our way through the crowd. 

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Second Person POV:

You and David were catching up on what has been happening these past years. Reminiscing on the memories when you were an item. Your stomach started to hurt as you were laughing your ass off with him. “Where’d you get this jacket?” He asked and started to play the material on the shoulder and slowly worked his way to play with the ends of your hair. You didn’t mind the occasional flirt he slipped in with you. You did that same. After you two broke up you knew that you wouldn’t get back together and it was a thing of the present, but flirting and going further weren’t necessarily off the table. “I borrowed it from Slash. He’s probably somewhere over there. You craned your neck to search over the crowd of people. “What do you date superheroes now? What kind of name is that?” He joked. You rolled your eyes. “What kind of basic name is David?” You gave him a look. “Touché.” He said. “For your information we’re not dating. He’s the lead guitarist of a band I’m managing.” You explained. You looked into the pool of people again, “Oh, he’s coming over here right now.” You said with surprise. “He’s the one with similar hair to you, before your straightened it and whatever that thing on your head is.” You teased. “Hey! Be nice!” He fought back and chuckled. Slash soon made it to the two of you in a rush. “Hey! Hey! Can I have my jacket back?” He asked frantically. “Yeah sure. It’s getting hot in here anyway.” You smiled. Unzipping the jacket, taking it off and handing it to him. “Thanks.” He replied and went back into the crowd again in a quick movement. “Woah…” David said. His hand placed on your forearm and the other hovering over your waist, but further away into the air. He eyed you up and down with his blue eyes. “Shit, you’re still smoking… Even more if that’s possible. Damn.” He lavished in your being. You blushed, it burned your cheeks. You kept plating off jokes to try calm down the hellfire that was riding on your skin.

“I’m gonna go get more drinks, you want?” You asked. “Yes, thanks doll.” He side hugged you. “Be back soon.” He said, and began to start a conversation with the people he was previously talking to. You made your way to one of the walls were drinks were served, it was surprisingly not that crowded, most of the people just came there to get stuff and got to their corners. You poured the unknown mixture of booze in two red solo cups, and as you were about to depart from the alcohol station you were surprised the person you were suggested not to interact with. Axl. “Who was that guy you were talking to you?” He didn’t look aggravated or any kind or indication that he was. What was he planning? Why talk to you now? Now in such a casual way? You weren’t that close anymore. “Doesn’t really matter, does it?” You didn’t care if you were seen as bitter and petty, you wanted him to know that what he did still bothered you, even if he was too thick to know what it was. He got annoyed at that response, but not at you, at David, and started to cuss him out. With disses like, ‘Oh what the fuck is that haircut.’ Or going off about his height. You just rolled your eyes and took sips of your drink not really listening to his rambling. But the last parts caught your attention, saying how ‘he knows a guy’ that is better than David and is more meant for you and how ‘look at you game girl’ because you deserved someone better instead of ‘Flirting with some rando at a party.’ You decided to respond to his drunken nonsense. “Oh? And who would that be?” You couldn’t believe a word out of his face. This wasn’t the Axl you knew, trying to set you up with someone else, you were going to call it and guess he was talking about himself.  “Let me get him. Hold on babe.” He said, and he stepped back slightly to look for this mystery man. Now you were intrigued. Will his taste be better than Slash and Stevens? Maybe this was some plot to make it seem better that he hurt you. Maybe he knew that other people in his life have feelings too. Finally, he might have realised that. But he quickly returned with another man next to him; a taller man, same height as Duff and David, long blonde hair. Absolutely charismatic by just his looks. “This is-…” “Seb!?” You cut Axl off. You handed your drinks to Axl and he confusedly took them and you jumped into the tall man’s arms for a hug. “Shit it actually is you!” He responded excitedly. Sebastian Bach, another one of your former partners. Not Bach like the composer from the 1700s. But like the guy that played Gil in Gilmore Girls. His large hands placed on both your forearms as he looked you up and down, only having a vague impression on what he was thinking. “That’s fucking radical man! Thanks Ax!” Sebastian said as he hit Axl on the forearm, but Axl being dazed and confused and Sebastian being slightly drunk and not knowing his own strength, threw the drinks slightly out of his hand and it spilled a bit. “Uh… you’re welcome.” Axl responded. “Ax how did you and Baz meet? I didn’t know you were literally friends with everyone” You directed to last part to Seb. You were too tipsy and too excited to show off and frustration towards Axl, and it was making your blood pump now that Axl is a similar situation like you were with Erin. “Here’s your money back dude.” Sebastian gave him five dollars but he hesitantly took it as he was still shocked and confused. You looked at both of them back and forth, puzzled, but before you could ask questions David appeared from the wall of people. “Hey! I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He said with a smile as he approached. Then he proceeded to do a fake dramatized scene saying things along the lines ‘You left me to take to other guys’ but he was just joking around and he chuckled softly.

You, David and Sebastian were having a good time, tossing jokes and stories left right and centre. Axl had left, with a generic excuse, or he didn’t? You couldn’t remember, you didn’t really care. Before he left it was quite funny to see him surrounded by your two over 6-foot ex boyfriends towering over him as they casually talked and he just stood there. Finally, he wasn’t the big and intimidating one in the picture. “Oh, my fucking god...” You heard a loud huff from someone. It was Steven. “Your- your. Friend Jon oggly boogly, whatever the fuck his name is- He’s so jacked at beer pong. You need to see this.” He said as he panted excitedly. You all followed Steven to a pool table surrounded by people, there were red cups lined up on the table in strange patterns, and all the pool balls were lined up on one of the sides. Jon was the only one of that side, holding a pool stick in hand, getting ready to hit the ball closest to him. He hit it and it landed in one of the cups, people cheered, then he did a chain of hitting a ball, then hitting another and another, all in a line, and they all landed in respective cups. People cheered and applauded. David was one of the loudest ones, and went over to congratulate him. You and Sebastian did too, but David and Baz were much louder and energetic, even though Sebastian had never met him. That’s just the kind of guy he was; all in for the action. Sebastian soon joined you, as you were spectating the scene. David and Jon were off bonding and David really tried to beat Jon at his epic party trick. You and Baz talked about this band he’s in and that he’s wrote a few songs about you, well it was already written, but it was fine-tuned, and then that sparked new songs to be written.

Meanwhile, Steven was on his way to relay some information he had found out to his buddy Slash.

“Slash! Slash! Slash!” Steven yelled and panted as he got to Slash. Duff was next to him chatting but they both stop talking and looked at Steven. Steven the whispered things in Slash’s ear, but that didn’t help as Slash repeated what he said in a yell. “She’s fucked them before!?” He yelled but Steven covered his mouth and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. “Who now?” Duff asked. “Those two guys over there, were in another band she worked with.” Steven explained in a calm voice to Slash. “And. Don’t go crazy. Those two. Are her ex boyfriends.” Steven said and there was a pause as he took his hand away from Slash’s mouth. Silence. Slash’s mouth was a gape. “And she didn’t tell us!?” He yelled. Steven rolled his eyes at Slash screaming. “That’s what I’m saying!” Steven joined in but not as loud as Slash. “What the hell are you guys on about?” Duff asked. Slash and Steven looked at each other with grimaces. “It doesn’t matter.” They said in unison. They didn’t want Duff to worry about his ‘little’ crush. “Slash have you told Duff what Y/n said today?” Steven asked, just remembering what she said about him. “OH SHIT NO!” he yelled excitedly and turned to Duff to debrief the situation.

While that was being discussed you and Sebastian were getting slightly bored on the other side of the room watching other people getting hammered. 

He suggested to go explore this mansion this party was being held in and you easily agreed. You wandered around each hallway and floor. You had hold Seb back physically when you two came into the garage and he saw all the fancy cars standing there. He did somehow manage to get keys to one of the cars and began to drive it in the humongous garage. He did however instantly stop as he nearly drove into the garage door. You two searched through the rest of the floors and rooms. They were all virtually deserted as most people were outside on one the main floor. You then came across an at home movie theatre and put on some nonsensical movie and just shouted at the screen. Seb also ran through the aisles and played hide and seek with you, sometime parkouring his way over the seats. But he was too tall, and his long blonde hair was easy catch on the eye in the dark. “Oh shit, hide!” You heard him whisper shout. You had just caught him jumping from one aisle to another, but he grabbed your arm and took you with him to the ground. Someone had opened the door the theatre. You stayed in silence for a bit on the floor, looking at each other, but the more you looked into each other’s eyes the more you just wanted to laugh. The Movie had been switched off and you heard footsteps coming closer. It then stopped. And then got quieter, heading to the door and the out of the room. There was a pause as you looked into each other’s eyes. Your faces so close together. His breath on yours. Your faces drawing closer. Both of you started to burst out laughing.

After crying and laughing on the floor you got up and began exploring more. This time it was you having to hide, and Sebastian had to find you. It was nearly midnight at this point, and you were close enough to the main aide of the party to hear that they were playing Van Halen. You were hiding in one of the rooms in the corridor that lead to the main party area.  Seb was peaking in the room next to where you were. You sneakily opened to door, you looked to where he was. Most of his body past the door and his head not visible as he was peering into the room next to yours. You tiptoed away from the room you were in and then began to run down the hallway. But Seb was quick to be on your tail. You both laughed as you were running. You were soon met with the end of the hallway, it did turn to the right and followed down, but you didn’t calculate that and so now you were against the wall just look at Seb run towards you. It did make you laugh harder as he was so close to you but then tripped over his own feet. His hand landed on either side of you on the wall as he tried to catch himself. The laughter stopped and he looked up at you after having a small pause to look down at the position he was in. Looking into each other’s eyes again. The world around you started to fade away. Getting butterflies again. This was just like how it was whne you dated before, and he was even more gorgeous. His hazel eyes starring into yours, his taller figure moving closer to your smaller one. Your faces getting closer. Lips tingling. Warm breaths mingling. He looked at your lips then back into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded and his lips drew closer to yours. Painstakingly slow. You softly closed your eyes, waiting for the familiar feel of his kiss. Bout it was quickly stopped as both of you shot your heads to the side at the sound of one of the doors opening revealing a random man. He looked at you two and you looked back. He was only in his underwear and a tie around his neck and had a gullible look on his face. He took the tie off his neck and put it on the doorknob, and quietly but quickly going back into the room and closing the door. You both you looked back at each other in slow motion and then broke down in the laughter for the hundredth time today. You didn’t finish what you two started but went down the other corridor towards the party. 

On the other side of the party Slash, Steven and Duff were in deep conversation. “And then! And then! Get this.” Slash spoke. “She said, ‘I’m just saying he’s fine’! and then said, ‘so, so fine.’! YOU HAVE CHANCE MY BROTHER.” He continued. “Are you sure? Like sure, sure?” Duff asked. “Yes man. I was there too!” Steven piped in. “Look she’s over there. If you’re close enough now you can get a new year’s kiss.” Slash said to Duff with a scheming expression on his face. “Yeah, but look, that guy is talking to her.” Duff pointed out. You and Sebastian were standing on the other side of the room, closet to the doors that lead to a big balcony where you basically see the rest of L.A. “Well, if you don’t do it. Then I’ll take that opportunity.” Slash said, eyeing you from a far. Duff gave him a death stare. That comment sent Duff to go make his move.

It was now a few seconds to midnight, people have started to count down. The song over the speakers was now ‘Why Can’t This Be Love’ by Van Halen. You and Sebastian were slowly swaying together to the song, looking at each other and looking out to the balcony where the lights of the city were scattered like stars. The countdown was now at 10 seconds. ‘10’ the crowd of people said in unison. Seb put his hand on your hip and pulled you closer him. ‘9’. Duff and the two others make their way through the crowd of people. ‘8’. You put your arms around Sebastian’s neck. ‘7’. Slash stopped to get a drink. ‘6’. Sebastian whispered a corny joke in your ear. ‘5’. You laughed and he held you closer. ‘4’. He whispered in your ear. ‘3’ what he said made your face burn hot. ‘2’ A random woman snatched Duff from the crowd and started to make out with him. ‘1’ Sebastian pulled you closer and kissed you. You quickly kissed him back. Your lips slowly crashing together and both of you trying to desperately get closer to each other. The fireworks in going off in the background made the spark between the two of you burn hotter. After finally letting go of each other, looking over to the sparks of colourful lights explode in the sky outside of the balcony. You two went closer to the doors to get a wider look at the landscape of L.A exploding with fireworks. Him holding you close by his one hand on your hip, whispering another innuendo in your ear, you agreed flirtatiously. As you were about to rush off to one of the bedrooms you were called by a familiar voice that resided from the balcony. Axl. ‘For fuck sake again?’ You thought. You weren’t going to let him ruin another hook up again. You excused yourself to Sebastian and he gladly waited for you. You walked to the balcony where Axl stood by the railing, as you were close enough, he began to speak. “Hey listen-…” He started but you cut him off. “No you listen here. I don’t know what sad fucking game you’re playing at, but leave me out of it.” You said to him sternly. There was a pause, he was shocked at the response and then began to retaliate. “I’m only tryna be a good friend and look out for you! No need to be a bitch!” He yelled back. You wanted to slap him off the railing so bad. “What friend? We haven’t been friends ever since you thought it was a good idea to leave me out to dry like I’m some sort of prostitute to you?” you said without skipping a beat. “Is this about Erin?” He asked with distain. “No, it’s not about fucking Erin. It’s about you. You dating her and not even a week after we kissed. Did that even matter to you? Do you even remember it? Or is your brain still attached to your dick like always.” You responded, all these emotions were about to make you cry. But you held back. You wanted him to be the one that cries. “Yeah but-…” He tried to retaliate but you shut his responses down quickly until he was a bumbling fool. “Just. Just shut up. I’m not going to let you ruin another night for me.” You said. You walked away from him mumbling the words ‘Fucking narcissist’, under your breathe as you left him standing on the balcony.

You got to Sebastian, and he took your hand leading to who knows which bedroom. Duff on the other hand had finally got that chick off him, and tried looking for you but when he caught a glimpse of you. Slash covered his eyes. He tried fighting Slash off but Slash didn’t want Duff to see you being lead off with some other guy to do you know what.

Richie Sambora(left), Jon Bon Jovi(right) From Bon Jovi

David Bryan From Bon jovi

Sebastian Bach from Skid Row

(Additional song)

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Confession. (Part 3)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I am really sorry for the delay. I planned to post this over last weekend but I fell behind with the writing. Anyway, I hope this final chapter is worth the wait.

So, the inspiration for this one came from this picture. I had the absolute pleasure (and the dreadful curse) to witness, with my own two eyes, this fucker (affectionate) with rhinestones down his chest at my show.

I never recovered from that day, to be honest, but I promised myself I would definitely write something about it in one of my stories.

So, here it is. I hope you like it.

Confession. (Part1) (Part 2)

Word count: 7.5K (sorry, I couldn't shut up)

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex.

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Summary: Rhinestones and ice cream go well together.

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Almost an entire year had passed since that night in your room with Josh, and not once you had stopped thinking about the sweet touch of his lips on your skin, right before drifting off to sleep.

Every. Single. Night.

He helped you a lot to calm down your anxiety that night and he still did in the present, even if unconsciously.

Like last time, nobody mentioned anything and it was absolutely fine for you, even though you couldn't deny that you longed for his touch and presence.

You were still working for them.

They had released a new album and they had an international tour going.

You had the absolute pleasure to design some new stage clothes for the four of them and you were really proud of how they had turned out.

The Kiszka brothers were all growing facial hair, now, Danny had a new haircut that made him look like a 70's rock star and him and Josh had developed a novel interest in make-up.

Rhinestones, in particular, had caught their eye and had become a regular part of their stage outfits and make-up.

Their poor make-up artist had to glue indefinite amounts of little shiny stones on their faces every night, and it wasn't always an easy job, especially since one of them kept changing his mind on how he wanted them placed.

Of course, it was Josh you were referring to.

One night you had walked past his greenroom and you had heard him make her change the pattern three times in a row. And he stopped only because she had told him, with every right to do so, that he could do it himself if he didn't like how she was working.

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Tonight's show was in Milan, Italy.

You had arrived the day before and you were already loving it.

The weather was heavenly.

It wasn't too hot even though it was the beginning of June. There was always a gentle cool breeze, making the beaming sun more bearable.

It was lovely.

The venue was outdoors, the stage was placed in a big field surrounded by trees and apartment buildings in the outskirts of the city.

It was so quiet and calm backstage that you could hear birds sing and crickets chirp in the grass.

You were currently organizing the boys wardrobe when you heard your phone buzz on the table.

It was a message from their make-up artist.

She was telling you that she wasn't feeling well and that she didn't know if she could make it to the show.

She was trapped in the hotel room with high temperature and she was afraid to infect the boys too.

But, what caused your hands to start shaking was the last line of the text.

She was asking you to help Danny and Josh with the rhinestones before the show.

At the exact moment you set the phone back on the table, Josh bursted in the room with his usual antics.

"Y/N, we need to practice with the rhinestones for tonight!" he said, with a beaming smile that exposed his perfect white teeth.

"Josh, it's eleven in the morning, the show it's at nine thirty tonight, we have plenty of time" You retorted, chuckling.

"We are already late, c'mon" he said, pushing a makeup bag into your chest, rather impatiently.

~

Two hours later you had a piercing headache caused by Josh's incessant rambling, but, at least, he had decided how he wanted the rhinestones on his cheeks.

You were so hungry that you couldn't even think straight anymore, so you accepted Josh's invite to have your lunch break with them.

When you met Danny, you asked him how he wanted his rhinestones and, in less than a minute, he explained everything to you.

Those two couldn't be more different, you thought, smiling to yourself.

You sat there with them for a while and you noticed how Jake and Sam kept stealing glances at you, with little smirks on their faces.

You were sitting on an outdoor sofa next to Josh, who was sitting on the grass, and Danny, who was perched on the armrest.

When Josh spoke to you, without thinking, he placed one of his hands on your knee, and you jolted a little.

You didn't expect him to do that.

Your cheeks pinkened a little and you caught Jake whispering something to Sam, and then they turned towards you and winked at the same time.

You blushed furiously and stood up, excusing yourself and muttering something about retrieving a new water bottle.

You wandered for a while backstage trying to calm down and then decided to go back.

When you arrived, you sat back in your spot and Jake and Sam acted like nothing happened.

Those two are up to something, you thought.

~

It was eight o'clock now and you were in the usual greenroom, checking the boys outfit for the umpteenth time.

You were carefully tracing the seams with your fingers, in case you spotted little damages in the fabric, when someone pushed the door open without knocking.

You already knew who it was, even without looking up from your task.

"Y/N, we should start with the rhinestones" he said smiling, already dressed in his stage clothes despite the show being almost two hours away.

"Are you sure you are not going to ruin them before everything starts?" You said and he assured you that he wouldn't.

You grabbed the make-up bag he was handing to you and started preparing everything you needed, while Josh sipped on his usual pre-show drink.

You grabbed a paper cup and you started placing different sized rhinestones on the back of it and then you retrieved the glue and the tweezers.

Once everything was ready, you approached him.

"Ok, Josh, now stay still and remember that I won't be as good as your make-up artist." You said and he grasped your shoulders.

"Y/N, you are going to do a perfect job, like everything you do, I just know this, so stop worrying." He said in a sweet tone, smiling brightly.

You blushed and, as you turned around to grab the glue, you bit your lip trying not to swoon.

In the morning, he had decided he wanted just two rows of silver rhinestones on his cheeks, so you tilted his face upwards a little, and started placing little droplets of glue on his skin.

You two were almost the same height, so it was rather simple.

Once you finished placing the glue on one cheek, you started applying the gems with tweezers. Your hands were a little shaky, but you managed to control yourself and you didn't drop any of them.

Josh kept so still that you almost didn't recognise him. Usually he was always fidgeting around like a curious child.

You tried not to think too much about his proximity, even though one or two times you almost lost yourself in his eyes.

You were afraid he could hear your heartbeat, since your heart was hammering in your chest, but you tried to push the thought away.

Once you were finished with his right cheek, you started with the other, gently turning his face towards you with shaky fingers.

He winked playfully to you and you genuinely laughed because he managed to break your concentration, but at the same time, helped you to ease your tension a bit.

You applied the glue to his skin and successfully placed the gems. Once you were finished, you exhaled a deep relieved breath and finally relaxed.

Then you remembered that Danny needed your help too, so nervousness slowly crept up on your mind again.

You texted him to come to the room and thirty seconds later he was there with the two of you.

Josh sat on the sofa with his phone as you helped Danny with his make-up.

If with Josh, the both of you could stand up while applying the gems, with Danny it was impossible.

You barely reached his shoulders so you asked him to sit down on the sofa.

You perched yourself on the armrest and you started working on his eyes. Since he chose black rhinestones that were very small and difficult to place, you had to move really close to his face to apply them exactly how he wanted them.

You tilted his face more against the back of the couch as you almost loomed over him, deep in concentration.

You could sense Josh's eyes burning on you, but you kept your concentration fixed on the task at hand.

Once you were finished, Danny thanked you and left you and Josh alone.

You sat down next to him with a sigh.

Then, silence filled the room.

After a moment, Josh spoke.

"I have changed my mind" he sighed and your head snapped in his direction.

"And you are telling me this now? We wasted two hour this morning to decide the design and half an hour now to apply them and now you decide that you don't like it?" you told him, shocked.

He genuinely laughed and wrapped a hand around your knee, squeezing it and keeping eye contact.

"No, love, I just want to add something, relax" he said chuckling and reassuring you.

He stood up from the couch and started rummaging inside the bag. He placed a few more rhinestones on the back of the paper cup and handed it to you.

You didn't know what he had in mind, so you almost choked when he spoke.

"What do you think… maybe we could add a line down my chest?" He said, masking his boldness with an innocent expression in his deep brown eyes, tracing a line on his smooth chest.

You laughed, but then your cheeks flushed deep red when you understood he was serious.

Your heart rate sped up exponentially.

You nodded in silence and grabbed the glue. With shaking fingers and ringing ears, you stared at the expanse of his exposed chest that his velvet gold jumpsuit left exposed.

You started placing the rhinestones from the hollow of his throat and proceeded downwards.

The more you moved closer to the zipper, the more your heart raced.

Once you were finished, you excused yourself and went outside to calm down a bit.

You just wanted to press him again he wall and…

You shook your head trying to push those thoughts away.

The cool breeze was still present and you felt immediately better, your flushed skin was slowly cooling and your heart was finally finding a moment of peace.

"Hey, love, how are you?" You jumped clutching a hand to your chest as Jake materialized in front of you from mid-darkness.

"Oh my God" you gasped.

"Sorry to disappoint you, it's just me" he chuckled.

"Very funny" you retorted rather abruptly and he raised his hands in defence.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing, just… please tell me you don't want me to place other rhinestones. They make me nauseous." You said groaning.

"Well, in reality, I was thinking I'd like some." He threatened.

"Really?" You asked, shoked by his words.

"Yeah" he said and then his tone turned sultry as he came closer to you to whisper "maybe down my…" he started and you stopped him immediately once you understood where the conversation was going and that he was messing with you.

"Jake!" You admonished him and he let out a belly laugh.

"You have a dirty mind, love, I was gonna say down my fingers" he winked.

You lowered your gaze on your watch and you almost gulped.

"You have half an hour to get ready. Please don't shred your stage outfits to pieces" you said, opening the door for him to enter, but staying outside.

"I am going to text Danny to come get ready" you said, grabbing your phone.

"Are you not coming in?" Jake asked.

"No, I'll wait outside while you all get ready" you answered matter-of-factly.

He came to the door and beckoned you to come closer to him.

"We could have fun in here, c'mon" he joked and winked.

You scoffed and shook your head, as you texted Danny.

~

Danny arrived running and carrying Sammy on his shoulders, the both of them laughing like crazy.

When you opened the door for them to enter, Josh grasped your wrist and tugged you inside with them.

You noticed that half of the rhinestones were missing from his face.

"Josh, what did you do? Where are the rhinestones? Please tell me you didn't change your mind twenty minutes before the show" you started rambling and he chuckled and grasped your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes.

"No, no. I didn't change my mind." He said and bursted out laughing.

"You know me, I am an idiot, I dozed off on the couch and they got stuck to the cushion." He snickered.

You shook your head in disbelief.

"Let's reapply them, and please, this time try not to ruin them" you said while gathering the things you needed.

"Yes, Mum" he said in a condescending tone.

When you started reapplying them, you saw Jake approaching in your peripheral.

He was shirtless and had his phone out.

At that moment, Josh started acting and rambling about a "rhinestoned diary" and about the high art of applying rhinestones.

You hardly contained your laughter and you completed the task as he went on with his improvised performance.

When he didn't know what to say anymore, he flipped off the camera and Jake cut the video before starting to laugh.

Sam and Danny started laughing too, but you were interrupted by a knock on the door and the final call to the stage.

~

After the show, the boys were still buzzing with excitement at the little afterparty the owner of the venue had organized.

They were offered a tasting of fine Italian wines and they were more than happy to try all of them.

Once they were finished, you went back to the hotel with them and finally relaxed on the bed of your own room.

You were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Josh:

I made a mess with the jumpsuit, I need your help, please.

What can he possibly have done this time? You thought as you grabbed your phone and your sewing bag and padded down the corridor.

You knocked on his door and heard his muffled voice from the inside, telling you to come in.

When you opened the door, you saw him sitting on his bed with his jumpsuit slightly unzipped.

From where you were, it looked fine, but you were afraid of what the 'mess' he referred to in the text implied.

You closed the door and approached him, scanning the fabric for any damage.

"What happened?" You asked, in a whisper.

He looked at you and grinned.

"Nothing," he said, chuckling lightly.

"But you said…" you started taking but he interrupted you, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

"It was just an excuse to make you come here, I knew you wouldn't if I asked you without telling you it was an emergency" he said mischievously and you scoffed.

"That's not true" you retorted.

It was his turn to scoff, then he turned around and grabbed a paper box and two spoons.

"Do you like ice cream?" He asked rather innocently as he opened the container.

"Yes, of course" you answered and he handed you a spoon.

"Try this, then" he said sweetly.

"May I ask you where you got this?" You asked curious.

"We stole it" he confessed, biting his lip.

"What?" You gasped, outraged.

"Well, Jake stole it and we planned on eating it but then he told me he had an idea for a riff and went back to his room to write it down. That's why I have two spoons." He explained to you.

"And I didn't want to waste it, so…" he said and dipped the spoon inside the ice cream.

You did the same and almost moaned at the taste.

It was heavenly. The best Tiramisu flavoured gelato you have ever had.

"This is… so good" You told him and he nodded, taking another spoonful, humming at the rich taste.

You ate it in silence, save for the occasional hum of pleasure because of the ice cream.

You were sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed with the ice cream box in between the two of you.

This position allowed you to admire him.

The bedside table lamp was on, casting a warm golden glow on the right side of his body and creating a magical contrast with the cold bluish light coming from the moon outside, lighting up his left side.

He still had rhinestones on his skin. The little gems kept catching the light every time he moved.

The row he had down his chest glimmered with every inhale and exhale, shining golden or silver depending on which side he turned.

They were hypnotizing you, making it impossible for you to take your eyes off the smooth skin of his chest, exposed further by the unzipped fabric.

The jumpsuit he was wearing was velvety and embroidered with white roses linked by green thorny branches on an ocher background. That color complimented his tanned skin and golden brown eyes, making him almost shine. The rhinestones applied to the fabric added the final touch to it.

You were very proud of the work you had done with this one. And you loved it on him. The sharp v-neck was your idea and it looked heavenly on him.

He cleared his throat and you caught yourself staring. You blushed and dropped your gaze to the black comforter of his bed.

You didn't notice how close you were sitting, but as you locked gazes again you couldn't take your eyes off his.

He leaned imperceptibly closer and opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something.

Your brain was completely blank, you felt like you were under a spell.

His spell.

He lifted his right hand and grazed your cheek.

You were holding your breath, unable to move.

"You have some ice cream here" he whispered, slowly stroking his thumb over your bottom lip.

You licked your lip carefully, and his gaze grew darker.

"May I kiss you?" He asked breathlessly and you almost whined.

You nodded and his lips were on yours immediately, gentle and soft.

You felt your body flush with heat.

His right hand was still on your cheek, his thumb was leaving featherlight touches on your cheekbone.

Your hands went to his shoulders, keeping him close to you.

With a sigh, you parted your lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue timidly licked your bottom lip and then touched yours with gentle strokes.

He tasted of Tiramisu and something else, softer, that you could only describe as Josh.

You hummed at his taste, just like you did moments before, while tasting the ice cream, and you felt the need to crawl closer to him.

In doing so, you tried to place the box out of the way on his nightstand without looking at what you were doing. So you involuntarily dipped your fingers in what was left of the ice cream and gasped into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath, then grasped your wrist and wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking the remnants of ice cream off them, maintaining a burning eye contact.

When he let go of your hand, you grasped his face between yours and smashed your mouths together in a hungry kiss.

His hands found your hips and dragged you on top of him, without breaking the kiss, making you straddle his lap with your knees on either side of his hips.

You whimpered when you felt how hard he was and, in response, he pressed your hips more into his, groaning in your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him pressed to your mouth, your lips were turning swollen but you didn't care. You couldn't get enough of his kisses, his soft lips were skilled and delicious.

His hands on your hips guided you forward against him and you bit his bottom lip as his erection pressed against your center.

He repeated the motion, guiding you to slowly grind on him. Then, as you moved against him, his hands slid on your ass, squeezing it and guiding your movements.

A whine left the depths of your throat but was swallowed by him as your tongues danced together.

He broke the kiss and you both took a shuddering breath.

Your foreheads were pressed together as you tried to catch your breath.

He was the first one to speak.

"Stay with me tonight, please" he whispered with his eyes squeezed shut.

You grazed the flushed skin of his cheeks with your thumbs, right under the rhinestones, and whispered his name.

He opened his eyes, then, and looked at you with bated breath as he waited for you to answer him.

You didn't answer him immediately. You kissed him again and slowly traced your fingers down his throat, following the row of rhinestones on his chest, only to stop right where the zipper was.

You stopped there and a whimper escaped his swollen pink lips.

You met his gaze as you whispered back a simple word, right on his lips.

"Ok" you said as your fingers found the slider and slowly started to drag it downwards, opening the jumpsuit every inch more.

His hands made their way under your tshirt and started tracing the skin of your spine, upwards.

You heard him gasp as he discovered you weren't wearing a bra.

His fingers made their way to your front, his thumbs traced your sides and stopped right on the underside of your breasts.

He was about to ask for your permission, but you stopped him, quickly grasping his wrists and dragging his hands upwards, making his thumbs graze the soft skin of your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth as he rolled the hardened peaks under his pads.

Your hips kept moving against his and you both were growing impatient. You could feel wetness pool in your panties.

You had managed to unzip the jumpsuit almost all the way, exposing his tanned chest and a good portion of his happy trail.

You stroked it with your thumb and then moved upwards, splaying your hands on his chest and stroking the flushed skin. You reached his nipples and massaged them with trembling fingers.

It was his turn to moan this time and the sound made you shiver.

You wanted to hear it again.

"May I?" He asked with the hem of your tshirt between his fingers.

"Please" you whispered.

He tugged it slowly away from your body and whimpered, pressing his forehead on your collarbone.

He left a track of kisses down your sternum, and then wrapped his wet lips around one of your nipples, slowly kneading your other breast with gentle fingers.

This time, when you moaned, you felt him twitch in his pants.

Your hands reached for his shoulders again and slowly made the jumpsuit slide down his arms.

His chest was free and exposed now, the rhinestones there were glittering madly because of his heavy breathing.

He kissed you again and slowly one of his hands made its way between your legs, gently cupping your heat over the fabric of your shorts.

You bit his lip mid-kiss and he pressed harder.

"Please" you whimpered and he chuckled.

He dipped his fingers inside and felt how wet you were through your panties.

He pushed the wet fabric aside and, as he stroked your naked skin you leant your head on his shoulder, your nails digging in the skin of his biceps, making him hiss.

You dipped your thumb in his navel and then started palming him through the fabric of the jumpsuit that was laying bunched on his hips.

You dipped your fingers inside and stroked his patch of pubic hair with your thumb.

Then, everything happened so quickly that it made you feel dizzy.

You both got rid of your clothes in record time and resumed your previous position. His cock, hard and leaking, was pressed between your trembling bodies, now.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, his voice was sweet and shaking with need.

You leant your forehead against his and answered him.

"Yes, please, I need you. I have been dreaming about this since that night in your room" You confessed, blushing under his piercing gaze.

"Fuck, you don't even know how many times I thought about you, how many nights I made myself cum thinking about your mouth and the sweetness of your cunt." He revealed breathlessly.

You kissed him again and he brought you closer to him with the grip of his hands on your ass.

Your chests were pressed together now, rising and falling with heavy breaths.

He was the first to speak, calling your name like it was the sweetest word in the world, his eyes boring holes into yours.

"Please, fuck me" he whispered and you immediately wrapped a hand around his cock, gifting him with gentle strokes, and admiring without shame how he looked encompassed in your shaking hand.

Your head snapped up when a pained curse escaped him.

"Fuck, I don't have condoms" he whispered, defeated, with his eyes squeezed shut, as he leant his head back against the headboard with a low thud.

You felt like you were moving in slow motion. You moved closer to his ear and grazed the little silver loop he wore in his earlobe with your teeth, tugging lightly and making him whimper.

"I am on birth control. And I am clean. Honestly, I don't even remember when was the last time I had sex." You realized what you said and you blushed, furiously.

An imperceptible sigh left his lips and he kissed the tip of your nose.

"No need to blush, love. I am going to take good care of you if you'll let me. I am clean too, last time I had sex was ages ago for me, too, so don't be embarrassed." He said as his fingers traced up and down your spine.

"You are really beautiful, did you know that?" He complimented you and your cheeks were even more aflame than before.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his soft skin. Then you licked a slow stripe from his sternum to the hollow of his throat, following the line of rhinestones, feeling the gems under your tongue.

He whined low in his chest at your action.

"I could tell you the same, Josh" you whispered into his neck, your lips grazing the protruding vein on the side of his throat.

"Are you really sure about this?" He asked sincerely.

"Please, I need you" you answered him.

With the grip he had on your hips he pushed you upwards so that he had to crane his neck to look into your eyes. He looked amazing like that.

He kissed your sternum and dragged the tip of his cock between your wet folds with barely any pressure.

It was just a featherlight touch, but it had you shudder with the promise of what was to come.

He stroked your clit a few times with it and then dipped lower.

Eyes in eyes, you pressed against him just barely and you shivered with anticipation.

"Take your time, don't rush, love" he whispered and you let yourself press down a bit more, feeling his tip slide inside of you.

You both whimpered, you because of the slight sting you felt as he started stretching your walls and him because of the feeling of your wetness and warmth around him.

His hands kept you up and he was careful not to move and hurt you.

"Shh, it's ok, relax baby, breathe for me, remember? In and out, just like that night" he whispered soothingly into your hear.

You followed his instructions and kissed his neck as you let your body slowly sink down onto him.

His breath caught in his throat as your warmth encompassed his length.

You moved so slowly that none of you made a sound, but when he bottomed out inside of you you released a deep sigh that transformed into a moan.

"Good God above" he whimpered through gritted teeth, forehead pressing into your shoulder.

Your brain couldn't find words to describe how you were feeling so you let out a whine and a sob at the feeling of him so deep inside you.

Once you were ready, you experimentally rolled your hips forward and an unexpected moan left your lips. You felt him even deeper and involuntarily clenched around him.

He groaned and his hands flew to your hips, gripping you so hard he was going to leave marks.

You repeated the action and you both moaned in unison in each other's mouths. You kissed again, his tongue felt heavenly as it massaged your own. The kiss was slow and languid, just like the rhythm you two were keeping.

"You are so tight and warm, baby" he whispered onto your lips and you traced your pointed tongue around them, feeling his moustache tickle you.

An idea occurred to you, and you knew he would love it.

You gave him a quick kiss and then leaned backwards, planting your hands flat on the comforter between his parted legs, but keeping your hips flush against his.

He furrowed his brows at you, but you saw that confused expression leave his face in a heartbeat when you moved your hips forward slowly.

His face contorted in utmost pleasure when his eyes focused on where your bodies were meeting and he could see himself slowly slide out of you, glistening with your arousal, and then disappearing again deep inside of you.

His eyes met yours briefly and you winked, making a wicked smirk appear on his lips.

You kept moving like that as you both watched your bodies meet at a constant pace.

After a while, you decided to try something.

You gently brought your right foot on his right shoulder, spreading yourself even more for him and rolled your hips into his.

"Fuck, baby, this is so filthy" He cursed loudly.

You clenched around him and he groaned, picking up his pace slightly, keeping you in place with one hand on your hip and one behind himself, on the bed.

He turned his face towards your leg on his shoulder and he slowly started sucking a mark on the inside of your calf, then released your skin with a final bite.

His whines were more frequent now as he watched with rapt attention his cock slide in and out of your soaked entrance.

You were gripping the comforter between your fingers and as he started rolling his thumb against our clit, you released a high pitched whine and let your head loll backwards in pleasure.

Suddenly, the heel of his other hand pressed on your lower tummy and you tightened in a vice-like grip around him.

A series of curses and groans left his lips and his face contorted in a shocked expression as his orgasm washed over him, completely unexpected. A string of apologies followed suit, between groans of pleasure and whispers of your name.

You were close too, just a few more strokes would have brought you to your climax, but he had another idea.

In a matter of seconds, you were pushed backwards and you found yourself lying on your back with your head slightly dangling from the bed.

In record time, his face was buried between your legs, lapping at you with ardor.

Your whimpers turned into moans when he plunged two fingers inside of you, curling them repeatedly upwards in a fervent pace.

The slurping sounds you could hear as he sucked your clit into his mouth reminded you that he was tasting his own cum leaking from your folds. The thought brought you to your orgasm, quickly.

Your hands gripped his hair strongly, keeping him flush against you and you ground your hips against his mouth, clenching around his fingers.

The sensation was so intense that not a single sound left your lips.

When you were finally able to come down from the blinding pleasure, you whined and tried to pull away from his mouth as his hot tongue kept stroking your overstimulated clit. The tickling sensation of his facial hair between your legs was making you shiver and whimper.

Finally, he emerged from between your legs, with his cheeks flushed and his mouth and chin glistening with traces of your and his arousal that were sleeking his mustache and goatee completely.

He looked so sinful and yet so sweet.

The light of the moon was casting a silver glow on him and you noticed with a chuckle that the rhinestones were still on his skin.

Well, mostly.

His eyes met yours and he winked.

"We taste even better than that ice cream together" he whispered on your lower tummy and you groaned at the image his words brought back into your brain.

You didn't expect him to say something so filthy with the sweetest look into his eyes.

As you relaxed onto the bed, you felt your eyelids turn heavy.

The last thing you remember was the sight of the moon shining bright high in the sky and the featherlight feeling of his lips on your hip bone.

~

You woke up to the sound of little birds chirping very close.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you noticed was the faint pale blue light typical of a clear early morning, illuminating every surface of the room.

The sun wasn't up yet.

Your head was still slightly dangling off the side of the bed and from there you could see that a faint pink hue was slowly greeting the horizon, making the cold blue light turn warm every second more.

Just like your body.

You woke up feeling a little cold. The open window behind you was ajar, making the slightly crispy morning breeze stroke your skin gently.

That sensation was contrasting with the warmth enveloping your lower half.

You slowly raised your head from the mattress to investigate the reason and your body flushed all over with warmth, mirroring the warm pink tint of the sky that was slowly, but steadily, drowning out the cold blue light.

His body was still tangled with yours and draped over your lower half. His head was resting on your tummy, right under your navel and his mouth was so close to your mound that his warm breath was practically fanning over you with every breath he took, right between your legs, warming you all over.

You bit your lower lip as a wild smile twisted your features. Images of what had happened between the two of you that night were flashing behind your eyelids as you gently stroked his hair, combing his soft curls between your fingers.

After a while, he stirred.

The grip he had on your hips tightened as his eyes focused on his surroundings.

You inhaled sharply when he placed a little kiss on your tummy and then raised his head and eyes to greet you.

"Morning, beautiful" he whispered, his morning voice had you almost whimpering. The look in his eyes was so soft and his skin looked amazing in the pink light that was turning brighter every second more.

"Hi" you whispered, still stroking his hair and he purred like a cat at the feeling.

He started placing tender kisses all over your tummy, slowly inching upwards.

He continued his path on your sternum, on the hollow of your throat, finally landing on your lips. He left a little peck there and then followed the same path backwards, without breaking eye contact.

His hot breath made your skin prickle with goosebumps the more he descended.

He stopped between your legs and his eyes met yours.

You saw him lower himself between your legs and you felt his warm breath fanning over your core as he placed a little innocent kiss there.

Then, a whimper left your lips as the flat of his tongue delivered a painfully slow stroke, parting your lower lips and gently caressing your clit.

He hummed at your taste and crawled upwards to speak into your ear.

"Will you let me make you cum one more time, baby?" He whispered into your ear, making you bite your lower lip.

His forehead pressed against yours as he waited for your answer.

"Please, Josh" you whimpered back and you saw his eyes roll back upon hearing your plea.

"I want to make you cum on my cock this time, is this ok?" He asked once he had regained his composure.

You groaned at his words.

"Please, yes. I need you" you almost whined into his ear and he smiled sweetly.

His hands grasped your hips as helped you reposition yourself with your head on the pillow.

He kissed you and lowered his body onto yours. The warmth of his skin made your skin cover in goosebumps.

You made room for him, opening your legs and welcoming him between them and you gasped at the feeling of the tip of his already hard cock grazing your soaked folds.

Your hands were shaking as you placed them onto his back, losing yourself in his warmth and softness.

"Ready?" He asked and when you whispered a breathy 'yes' into his ear, he pressed gently inside of you.

A sob of pleasure left your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips instantly, sending him even deeper and keeping him flush against you.

The stretch his girth was providing was nothing short of delicious and it made your mouth water and your head feel dizzy.

Your fingers stared tracing up and down his spine and he started moving, gaining a shudder from you.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as he pushed out of you and it turned into a gasp when he pushed back inside, torturously slow.

He repeated the action, again and again, building a consistent rhythm.

He kept his thrusts slow and deep, but they were everything you had ever needed.

Your nails pressed in the soft skin of his back as the pleasure was building harshly inside of you.

He nudged your g-spot constantly, bringing you close quickly.

Too quickly.

You wanted him to fuck you just like that forever.

Your walls clenched around him and a low whimper left his lips.

"Please, Josh, don't stop" you whined into the skin of his neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it" he groaned, his lips met your ear and you clenched around him making him let out a low drawn-out whimper.

You were close and by the sound of his groans, that raised in volume the more you clenched around him, he was too.

He kissed you again, deeply. His tongue languidly stroked yours, stealing your breath away.

He grazed your bottom lip with his thumb and slowly pressed it inside your mouth.

You sucked it eagerly and saw his eyes roll back.

He was quick to bring it between your legs and met your clit, stroking it at a quick pace.

"Josh" you groaned, clawing at his back and tightening your legs even more around him.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours nodding.

"Me too, baby" he let out in a pained tone.

The sky outside was now painted in fiery reds, rich yellows and delicate shades of orange and pink that reflected on his skin, his wild hair and his irises, making him look like an enchanted creature.

It reminded you of the sun, which was mere seconds away from rising.

When the first crimson ray of sunshine glimmered inside the room and into his eyes, you both came, clinging onto each other for dear life.

Warmth spread into your body as his hot release painted your walls, making you feel like you were touching the stars with bare fingers.

Breathy moans and whimpers filled the room, replaced by ragged breaths when you both tried to calm down from an explosive orgasm.

He slumped on top of you and you wrapped yourself around him. You didn't want to let him go.

After a while he lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost yourselves in each other eyes for a moment and then bursted out laughing.

"That was incredible" he said, nuzzling your nose with his and you nodded blushing.

He slowly pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, admiring the marvelous colors of the sky reflecting on the ceiling.

After a while, you felt his fingers graze your hand.

He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle peck on the back of it.

You blushed at the simple gesture and he chuckled, turning towards you.

"We just had the most mindblowing sex ever and you blush for a simple kiss on the back of your hand?" He whispered with a heart stopping smile on his face.

You swatted his chest, but started laughing nonetheless at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"We should take a shower, before we leave for Vienne" you whispered into his skin and he groaned, not wanting to move.

"Just five more minutes" he said mirroring your position and hiding his face into your neck.

"We should get a move, your brothers will have your head if you are late again." You whispered and stood up.

"I will, on one condition" he bargained.

You looked at him with a suspicious look.

"If you shower with me, I'll stop complaining" he said, with a smirk.

"Ok, let's go" you told him rolling your eyes at him.

He relented with a huff and followed you to the bathroom.

~

You were the first one to emerge from the shower.

You padded into the room with only a towel around your body, admiring the way the warm morning light cascaded over things, casting intricate shadows.

You were about to let the towel fall on the floor and raid Josh's suitcase for something to wear when someone cleared their throat behind you.

You let out a loud screech and turned around so quickly your head was spinning.

Jake was sitting in the corner of the room on the armchair near one of the windows, looking at you with a playful smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jake?" You almost screamed.

"Looks like I am gaining some money" He chuckled as you looked at him with a confused expression on your face.

"How did you get in here?!" You asked looking at the door which was still locked.

"From the balcony, I'm in the room right next to this one" he said nonchalantly

You paled.

"You are telling me you leaped over the balcony? Are you crazy?" You asked him, shocked.

"It was fun" he said and winked.

"We are on the fourth floor, Jake!" You admonished him.

He just shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. His eyes fixed on a spot on your thigh and his smirk turned smug.

"You have something there" he said, pointing at your leg.

You lowered your gaze and blushed when you noticed that halfway on the inside of your thigh there were two little rhinestones.

At that moment, Josh entered the room and greeted his brother like it was perfectly normal seeing him there with the door still locked.

He came closer to you and gave you a beaming smile.

"You could have told me I had rhinestones on my thighs" you whispered trying to avoid Jake eavesdropping.

"Why? They looked good there, with my cum dripping out of you and streaking your skin." He whispered nipping at your jaw.

You blushed wildly at his words and heard Jake chuckle.

"How are you, brother?" Josh asked Jake casually, like it was usual for him to show up in someone else's room completely unannounced.

"Really fine, actually. Sam owes me 50$" he said grinning and winked towards you.

"For what?" Josh asked, completely oblivious.

"For this" Jake answered motioning towards the two of you with his outstretched hand.

"What?!" You shouted.

"Don't get me wrong. We all knew this was going to happen sooner or later." He said motioning again to the two of you.

"Sam though that after you would have gone back to your room. But I bet on you staying the night." he said with a smug smirk.

You were turning every shade of crimson that existed and you scoffed outraged.

After a second, Josh started laughing like mad and the mere fact brought a smile to your lips.

You grabbed the black tshirt and grey boxers Josh handed you and you went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back Josh was nowhere to be seen.

"He's on the balcony" Jake said from his usual spot on the armchair in the corner of the room.

He stood and approached you with a smirk.

He was so close you could smell his body wash.

"Are you sure you chose the right twin, love?" He whispered into your ear.

[littlequeenies]

Hello!

What kind of outfits/clothing pieces were a staple in Demri Parrott's everyday wear?

Thanks so much!

Barbara Dearaujo: “Demri was a fashion nut. She loved everything vintage. Victorian style dresses, 70’s stuff, overalls and combat boots. She wore things no one else could even try to pull off without looking like a weirdo but she always seemed to make the weirdest things look cute and cool. I’m pretty sure Demri was one of the girls who started the so-called ‘Seattle Grunge Look’, for girls at least. Demri was not a rocker chick, she totally had her very own style going on that we all secretly wanted to emulate.

In the early 90’s she dressed in all kinds of crazy yet cute clothes, anything retro or vintage. She loved long dresses, skirts, tutus, overalls and Doc Martins, hand-made clothes, she never really wore jeans and t-shirts, it was always something you’d never think of wearing but looked great on her and made you wish you would thought of this type of thing but even if you had it probably wouldn’t of looked as cool on you. She had that tiny little body that looks great in clothes.

She always wore her hair really long like to her butt or longer and she had thick wavy auburn hair. It was usually knotted and dred locked here and there but knotted or not it always looked cool. She wore black nail polish and when she wore make up she used maybe some black mascara and red lips but she didn’t usually wear a lot of make up, maybe except for lipstick when she went out. She was also the first girl I met who used her lipstick to add blush to her cheeks.” [5]

[Spring 1990 - by Krista Kay]

Ryan Kalsbeck: “Layne and Dem had that full on vintage clothing styles mixed with a hippie, new grunge rock twist. Homemade glass beaded long necklaces and bracelets, funky hats, hair sticks. Dem had pink lace and satin knickers that were real and from the 1900s.”

[1992 - By Alison Dyer]

Sherri: “She would always wear the rolled up overalls with black tights. She was so cute and original. Biggest smile, she always lit up the room. Heart of gold!”

[1991 - By Ed Chalfa]

Jacque: “As to her clothing style, it was kind of hippy chick but distinctively Demri.”

[1988 - By Krista Kay]

Kathleen Austin: “Someone once told me she would show up at a club in an outfit and the next night there would be several girls copying it.

She could pull articles of clothing that no one would think to combine and she would look adorable. She once designed a skirt from boxer shorts. I saw it on paper. As far as I know, it never came to fruition.” [6]

[Ca. 1990s - ByJack Plasky]

Shawna Murphy: “I had one of her necklaces ‘Forever’. It was like black cut glass stones, three strands with a gold clasp. She wore a lot of old-timey costume jewelry.” [6]

[Ca. 1990s - By Jack Plasky]

Tracy Johnson: “She did not want to be known as the girlfriend of a rock star and did whatever the hell she pleased but was friendly and personable to everyone she met. She wanted to be a model that’s why there are so many pictures of her posing. One thing that was funny. We were in Canada (canvouver, as we called it) and Dem couldn’t find Layne and was drunk and pissed off. But she has to pee, so we stopped and she walked in this alley, many people were around, and she just squatted and peed, then pulled up her long johns with her tutu tucked in the back of it and started to walk away. She was gonna find him come hell or high water, even with the whole backside of her tutu tucked into her long johns and wearing converse, of course.

A lot of things she wore didn’t go together, like long johns with big baggy overall shorts and a frilly blouse with cowboy boots. It doesn’t make a lot of sense but you would have to know Demri to understand.” [6]

[Summer 1988 - By Randy Hauser]

Hope that helps :)

Everyone please check the book we put together with our beloved friend Ana, you can download it and read it from *here*. There's all the memories sorted by subject like style,hobbies, voice, dreams...

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hii! This is for your ship asks! I love the detail and dedication you put into these, they scratch that hyper fixation itch soo well and your writing is just- Mwa!

For Sawyers (TCM) please :]

Sexuality/pronouns: I go by She/Her (cis), I’m bisexual and on the grayace spectrum, but definitely open to sex. My preference leans towards men, but masc woman rev me up as well lol.

Appearance: I’m 5’2”, 101Ibs, slender, somewhat androgynous build with little curves. I have curly short brown hair, falling a little past my ears. My face is soft and rounded with a sharp-ish jaw line. I would say I'm average but I'm called pretty. My eyes are down turned and blue. My style changes on a whim but mostly I rotate between grunge and an earthy hippie witch style (?) imagine white flowing dresses, earth tones, and pendents lol. Will sometimes wear a binder with more masc outfits, it just gives me joy. Makeup is usually very little day to day, sometimes going for a heavy eyeliner look. I’ve got a good amount of piercings, 3 on each ear, 1 nostril ring, a septum piercing, a vertical labret, and nipple piercings soon to come haha.

Personality: I’m can be very anxious and avoidant when meeting new people but once I’m comfortable I’m a such silly freak weirdo lmao. I overthink a lot due to anxiety. I’ve got a decent vocabulary and enjoy have long existential talks every once in a while. I looove parallel play and should probably mention I have ADHD. Conflicts can be hard for me and I usually go out of my way to avoid them, so I can appear as a pushover- but If I’m pissed I make it known. I love art and I’m decently skilled in it, having been drawing my entire life. I would say my love languages are touch and gift giving, I’ll straight up roll on bitches I love loll, and they’ll be getting so many drawings from me. I love horror movies, trying new foods, coffee, teas, animals, any outdoor activities, the Summer, cuddling, art, talking about special interests, and music (listen to a lot of different stuff- 90’s and 70’s rock, phonk, metal, pop, classical.)

Hobbies: drawing, painting, swimming, hiking, reading, yoga, gaming, watching TV shows, trying new things, listening to music, occasionally smoking pot with friends. Sorry if this was TMI!! Take a much time as you want, I understand you have a buttload of these to do already. And thank you in advance!!

Your TCM ship: Bubba Sawyer

 OK I think that he would love you and your kind of short stature and more androgynous look. I think you would think that your grunge style is extremely cool and I think that all of that would just kind of attract him to you. I mean, we all know that twitch in the movies is kind of more less feminine kind of more androgynous energy. I get from her and she is significantly shorter than him. I feel like that’s kind of, something he would be into so I feel like he would be attracted to you and that aspect and then your personality. I think you would find very endearing and I feel like he’s really anxious when he meets new people too. I mean a lot of people don’t realize I think that he just has a lot of anxiety and especially because he knows he would want to make you feel as welcome as possible because he really is like that with people he cares about. I think he would also find your piercings so cool. (And hot) you guys also are both very conflict avoiding so that’s another thing that I think would work out kind of well for you as long as you kind of acknowledge it when it comes I feel like you guys would have very few conflict in your relationship fighting wise because he’s generally a very agreeable person. I could also totally see you guys. Going on cute dates together and it’s Canon that there’s a small little lake by the Sawyer house so I feel like he would sometimes take you there on a very secluded day or something like that and also he would love if you painted him like a few, painted him at all or something like a flower, he liked or anything like that and gave it to him as a present it would be his new prize possession like he would carry everywhere he would just be so in love with it or if you painted on his mask. He loves receiving things half as much as he loves giving. Anyway, I just think you guys would be very cute together.



[sleepytoycollection]

some well loved thrift finds today.

Spectra's been rebodied and is missing a good chunk of her paint, but I think I can salvage her.

I don't usually go for baby dolls, but she's cute and I guess her distressed state tugged at my heart. Someone loved her a whole lot once, enough to repair her multiple times.

the back of her neck says she was made by Shindana in 1969. I have never heard of them, but google tells me they specialized in making dolls of color in the 70's. So that's cool.

I could just make her a new body, but I don't want to erase her history, so I'm just gonna clean her, patch as best I can, fill in her missing hair, and find her a cute outfit.

[reality-liver-n0]

Black Lagoon Halloween Headcanons

The Lagoon Company does group costumes for every Halloween and one person gets to choose every year. It started when Revy first joined Dutch and he tried to encourage her to dress up for Halloween because it would be a good boost to “workplace morale.” Revy decided it was bullshit and Dutch only convinced her when he said that if she chose to be something scary, she might be able to get candy from other trick and treaters. Since then whenever she gets to choose everyone dresses up as killer clowns.

On Rock’s first Halloween in Roanapur he literally walked into the office and saw them dressed up and he pretty much passed out. When he woke up and Revy told him the “requirements” on company attire for Halloween he just had to accept it. I fully believe he’s afraid of clowns and sobbed the entire time he had to put on the costume. He can’t really look at them due to his fear of clowns and went the entire night with his eyes closed. However, he did try his best to return the candy but Revy would immediately kick his ass whenever she saw him palming the ground.

Dutch’s choice of their group outfits is mostly either American military or any costumes from movies he’s watched (mainly war ones but at Revy’s insistence he has gained an appreciation for 70-90’s crime/thriller movies).

Benny honestly is so laid back that he doesn’t mind giving the others his turn. But Rock has supported him to not give Revy all of his turns. Revy got pissed at that since she was always able to talk him into giving it to her and not Dutch (Dutch never cared.) So, he just goes with either Scraface or just dressing up in Hawaiian shirts/Florida locals. If he’s really feeling selfish then he’ll have them wear stuff from his college and that’s probably the most happiness he can get in Roanapur. Revy teases him about being nerdy although she sometimes wears his college clothes (when the company is on downtime or sowing chores). Benny never comments on it and the one time Rock did he got slapped. In return, Benny shows his appreciation by making the group wear NYC clothes on Halloween. This is the only loophole he can use since technically it’s still his decision. Whenever the group dresses up either as Floridians or New Yorkers Benny and Revy do their best impersonations. Rock tries his best to do the same but fails, and he gets mocked. Eventually, Dutch has to step in to get some peace and quiet.

Rock’s outfit ideas are unanimously accepted as the best ones out of the four of them. Revy still talks shit but she has way more fun when it’s his year than even her own. But his very first idea was the worst as he thought they could dress up as themselves. He’s still haunted by it and constantly cringes at how bad that was. He still doesn’t blame Revy for roasting the shit out of him for that. Thankfully, since then he’s mastered the group costumes and is quite proud. Every year he chooses something different and are generally based on something mundane with a twist. Like when they dressed up as priests with Revy being the devil that antagonizes them, zombie cowboys, and even post-apocalyptic astronauts.

Rock spends the whole year preparing for Halloween and Dutch even offered to help him get the materials for the costumes (He sends Revy on multiple jobs). Since it wasn’t for an outside client Dutch wouldn’t pay her and he basically had to negotiate a deal so she would do it. She wanted straight cash but he said no and instead gives her guns/attachments/ammo. She’s still annoyed by it but realizes that if she doesn’t do it then Rock won’t be able to create the costumes. He’s the type of person who makes aesthetic boards/picture references/an entire whiteboard of ideas. The others kinda have to accept that he’s a little unhinged in his perfectionist streak and move around or ignore all the stuff he has lying around the office in August-October. The entire night Revy will do a little bit of complaining just because it’s him, but by the end she does say a single compliment which improves his mood for the rest of the year.

Now, Chang is absolutely the biggest ass on Halloween. He goes out of his way to dress like a royal king with real gold just to piss Balalaika off since he’s the “King of Roanapur.” Him and his whole group still wear their sunglasses but they specifically use ones with gold (Chang) or silver (everyone else) frames. Also, he makes all his men wear fancier suits with a lot of embroidery/patterns. To top it off he speaks in Medieval English the entire night and that gets on everybody’s nerves since they can’t understand him. And he has the audacity to be disappointed they can’t appreciate “eloquence.”

In response Balalaika and her men wear their military uniforms with the gas masks. Everybody in Roanapur shits their pants when they see this army of Soviet paratroopers marching down the streets. Balalaika also holds a contest within Hotel Moscow where the person who can scare Chang so that he screams/the one who can make him scream the loudest wins. So, they basically have a war with the triad and try to intimidate/flex on them as much as they can.

Luckily both sides agreed to not use lethal methods but by the end of the night dozens of people are knocked out or kidnapped and put somewhere until the next day. The kidnapping usually results in great embarrassment as they are found in their underwear with other incriminating evidence that ruins their ego. Boris is definitely the reoccurring winner of the contest (he wants to make his Kapitan proud) and the knowledge with his size compared to how quietly he manages to move unnerves every triad member.

The Lagoon company every year ends up in an awkward position between Hotel Moscow and the Chinese Triad since both want to employ them for the night. Dutch at least officially states that they cannot do that as whichever side they go against will weaken professional work relationships and reputation. But the rest of the crew pretty much agree to be with hotel Moscow in fear of themselves being hunted down by an angry mob of military fanatics. They can’t say it aloud but everyone knows it. Before Rock’s arrival, the Lagoon crew stayed out of the whole ordeal until he suddenly he tried to make peace on both sides by proposing a coin flip. Since then, the rest of the company blames him and are sitting ducks for whatever side they’re on and hope for the best.

If they’re on Chang’s side they have to endure both his terrible mediaeval English (Revy has considered betraying him several times because of this) and the outright disregard he has for them. He uses everyone as folly and says good luck while he does a cool backflip or something and leaves them there. But he also does give them sunglasses so that kinda evens it out. He is somewhat bearable due to how many times he says dirty jokes or smart quips in his mediaeval tongue and in the downtime (they’re trapped and know that at least one member of Hotel Moscow is nearby) they actually do try to solve what he’s saying so that’s fun. And to further butter the Lagoon company he gives them a few expensive jewelries which increases their profit. He also does engage with Benny about Star Wars and other nerdy stuff so that’s a plus. It’s just hard to really have fun since they’re constantly either running or holding a place down and choosing where to run next. He did have the great idea to make one of his men the “music man” and all that guy does is run around with a boombox that’s on full blast just far away that he won’t comprise their position but  enough to wear it serves as background noise. There are lots and lots of cars that end up getting destroyed. The most brutal waw when Revy drove the car and Hotel Moscow didn’t even need to interfere, she just crashed because she was fighting Rock.

If they’re on Hotel Moscow’s side they’re basically moving with the group as a whole. Balalaika debriefs everyone then they move out. She would probably plan a bit more than Chang and just generally use the Lagoon company better in incorporating them. The real downside is how serious everything is. Like they’re sitting there and it feels like they’re going to war which is not as fun as Revy hoped it would be. Also, Balalaika always finds a way to fuck with Rock and give him the most meaningless/pointless jobs. Literally his most popular position is just time keeper where he says the current time aloud. Revy gave him so much shit for that but got punished by getting the job of being on guard duty for the time keeper (nobody is even anywhere close to him so they’re just forced to be handcuffed together). Dutch is the most respected and is assistant for battle tactics. Rock regularly tries to pipe in but somehow gets worse treatment so he finally stopped. Benny is the most out of place in terms of personality and he tries to make jokes to ease the tension but they fall flat. So, he goes right back to his techie stuff. If Revy somehow manages to not be punished, she serves as the joker card near the front lines. She basically distracts, jumps around, retreats and repeat. It is somewhat fun since she gets to team up with Boris and anyone else nearby and constantly bounces off them or work in tandem. So, she’s the annoying fly to keep the triad on edge and in general has a way different battle style than the soldiers.

And that’s about it for Halloween in Roanapur. I’m not sure if I’ll create a new post or edit this one if I do get any ideas about other minor characters in the series. I just wanted to focus on the most notable ones. Also, I have no clue where these super specific headcanons came from. They just randomly appeared in my mind. I have high doubts that any of this is canon or even a close assumption of it but I wanted to have fun in my delusions for a bit.

Thanks for reading this whole mass of text and I hope you all have a great Halloween!

[fierydragonprincess]

POSSIBLY UNPOPULAR WINX SEASON 9/REBOOT OPINIONS

I know I am late talking about this but a while ago this promo image of Winx season 9/the Winx reboot popped up on the internet. I had a rant before about not liking the new transformation designs. In my opinion the original Magic Winx designs are much better and I will never understand why they want to change it as every design suited each fairy so perfectly. The new wing designs are much more generic and boring too. The crowns are pretty, yes, but it looks like everyone gets a crown now, taking away from the uniqueness of the individual designs. Or, they did it because everyone is a princess now, something I think would also be a bad choice. As much as I love the designs and differences between the kingdoms in the Magic Dimension, I thought it was a good thing not every Winx was royalty, showing that you do not necesarily need to be a princess to be special. Yet, for the girls who are princesses, the stories and how each girl deals with the responsibility of being a princess was very interesting. All these unique stories are part of what made Winx so good and interesting. The bags they wear in the new transformation designs I personally just do not like, as in my opinion it does not look so 'fairy-like'.

On to the casual outfits;

First the positives. Even though overall I am very unhappy with these designs, there are things I do like! Mainly, the hairstyles. I love how Bloom has her messy hair back. Flora gets to keep her original hair too, a style that just looks wonderful on her. Musa's buns are super cute, I love how it gives a nod to her season 1 hairstyle. Tecna looks fabulous. As much as I love Layla/Aisha's original curles, I think she looks great with braids too! The only thing I think that is wrong with the hairstyles is that Stella has no bangs. I want Stella's bangs back!

I also like that there seem to be different face shapes, making each girl more unique. A great choice I think! Their heights and body types seem to vary now too. Something I think could be a nice touch too! I always imagined Layla/Aisha and Stella to be tall, I think it suits them! Musa looks super cute short! I only would have liked it if Bloom was shorter too, as I always imagined her that way. But that could be subconcious shameless self-projection too, as I am short and always recognised a lot of myself in Bloom. Also I would just love to see more short main characters in general hahaha

Now the negatives, mainly, the outfits. To be completely honest. I hate them all. Some have some good elements but they are just.... too much. More is not always more. In this case, more just is a mess. I think they also do not fit the original Winx vibe at all. Where are the crop tops? I want the crop tops back! Especially for Bloom crop tops were such a recognisable element of her style.... I think out of all of the girls, Bloom's reboot outfit here is the worst. It looks awfully messy and childish. There is way too much going on. Sometimes less is more. There are way too many patterns. Bloom is not wearing the outfit. The outfit is wearing Bloom. This especially hurts as Bloom has always been my favourite fairy. They did her sooo dirty. I am scared they might have put her in flat shoes too.... The girl just needs her heels! Lastly, why so much pink. Where are the blue shades that made her outfits so iconic? I hate it.

Almost everyone wears a lot of pink now, again taking away from the girls' individualities. Pink is a pretty colour, but using it this way does simply not work. Especially with Stella it is a problem. Stella does not look like Stella. Stella looks like Barbie. Now there is of course nothing wrong with Barbie, but please give Stella back her oranges and greens. It made her stand out! Now she looks so generic and like she is a copy of Barbie....

I love how Flora has this 70's vibe going on. But they just piled too much on top of each other, something that is a problem with a lot of the reboot outfits. I do like that Flora has her hoop earrings again.

Tecna's outfit is not awful, but her original is way better in my opinion. I do like how her outfit still looks futuristic. I will just not understand why each leg of her leggings has a different colour. I also think the fabric wrapping around her arm looks messy. I do like the material of her skirt. Also, give Tecna her purples back.

I like that Layla/Aisha has this sporty vibe going on but.... oof. The way they coloured her outfit is once again... messy. It does not look cohesive. It looks so random. Why oh why. I like the shape of her cropped (yay!) top/hoodie but there just is something wrong with that skirt I cannot quite put my finger on.

I think colour scheme wise, Musa is the least awful. I think it was a good choice to put her in pants, Musa has always had a bit more of a tomboyish vibe in the original three seasons, I think that suits her so well! But again. I am missing the crop top. And again, there is too much going on. Now I don't say everyone always has to wear a crop top at all times, but more crop tops would definitely help create that original Winx vibe.

I will never understand why they keep trying to fix things that are not broken. I so wholeheartedly hope these outfit designs will still change a lot and that the girls will at least get their original personalities back in this reboot, but after seeing these outfit designs I am mostly just scared. I wish it wasn't cgi animation too, the 2D animation of the original seasons was much more expressive and so so beautiful and unique, even with animation mistakes. At least this cgi looks better than the season 5+ cgi....

Super long rant over, please let me know what your opinion about these reboot designs is! :)

[aicosu]

18 👀

"You look lost." Eddie whips around the blackened alley, but sees no one, nothing. Nothing but slick oil-stained asphalt and busted-up chipper vending machines. "I can help you." He turns again, hearing a flicker in the voice that sounds just like the buzz of the fluorescent kiosk behind him and—oh god dammit, it is the kiosk. "Buzz off!" He waves his hands at the pink advertisement, pulsing hearts and sales at him.

The digital face of a blonde blue-eyed baby girl crumples, her lips pouting and brows furrowing to imitate some emotion. Nervous. Scared. The BIG BLOWOUT lettering disappears around her head and the advertisement zooms out to show her crossing her arms on her electric cloud. "I-I just wanted to—!"

"I'm not buying whatever you're selling, soda girl. And I know your scam! You're not getting my ID Data by making me talk so you can use corporate tactics and native—" "You did that yourself Eddie Munson of the 429-70 sector—" "Hey!" He rushes as the kiosk and other parts of it light up from proximity. She twists into a bigger frame and leans over to pop images up between her fingers. "—and I'm not interested in selling you a GIBSON 340 Flyer series BLACK or the 76th edition of Dueling Dragon—" "Knock it off!" He bangs knuckles on her pixels, poofing his most recent engine searches into square dust. She laughs. It bubbles into audio pops from a speaker that had long been blown at. Stars rotate in her cartoon-like eyes. "I just want to help, you look like you haven't been to the pink district before."

Pink district. Eddie twists on his boots, eyes roaming over the tops of the building he's been wandering between, trying to see the neon grid of the city's artificial sky for traces of the color that denotes each zone. He thinks through the smog he can see it. Pink.

He returns to the kiosk, watching the rotating words start their default script above her head. INTIMATE MOMENTS. GET TO KNOW ME! 5KEY SENSATION! FLASH INPUT FOR CUSTOM FANTASIE— She's a Playtime Prostitute. "I don't—I'm n-not here for—your services are not required!" He claws fingers at her, feeling attacked from all sides by his new location ping and her chest when she giggles. "I do have a module for Knights and Maidens—!" "S-Stop! D-don't fucking read my order history, it's rude." "Sorry!" she says, but she's grinning, floating up to cross her legs on a heart that pulses beneath her. "Can't help my code." "Am I past 34th and Adven?" "By two blocks!" She flashes into a new pose, dipping past one frame to the protruding sign so she can point past where he came from. "You're closer to the VR Domes now." "Fuck." "Where are you looking to—" She turns up at him and from this angle, the scanner must be close enough, because her eyes barcode over when they snag his badge. "Ohhhhhh! A Repo-man!" Eddie slaps his hand over the metal bracket on his jacket but it's too late. "How can I help you officer?" she coos, wiggling her hips with stars in her eyes again. "Oh, don't. Cancel Authority Service program. I don't like working with ai's anyway, you all track my target's credit scores and sell them loans at interest." "I'm a sex doll," she deadpans, floating to a high frame where it crops to just those entrancing eyes, that little nose, and those gussed up lips/ Perfected down to the algorithm. For a busted-up kiosk, she looks... really good. And the lack of interaction in the back of an alley didn't seem to fry her function. At least not yet. "I can't track anything, I'm not allowed." "Not legally." Eddie swallows. "But all you things are just dirty little car dealers." She blinks. Smiles. Shy. Or maybe sly. The colors of the kiosk coordinate a hot red and flash her through different outfits. A translucent street set, those new dance bandages, and then something super old world—denim shorts and a bathing suit top with sneakers. She sits crossed-legged and starts playing with the ties on her shoulders. She's got him, the entire thing is working as intended, using all its collected data to sell him something customized. Something from his collected magazines and website cookies. And he's a fucking idiot because he knows it but doesn't stop her. "I just wanted to help you. You know I have to be wired to the grid for theft." She has a GPS tracker. He didn't even think of that. Can't think of anything when her top falls off but emojis censor her with animated DnD dice and guitars. The red drips away to pink. She starts laughing. Eddie grasps his face with both hands to hide. Is he really gonna get hard and jerk one out in front of an old commercial in the back of some alley? Really?

"Can you just tell me where the Syranx Warehouse is? Huh? Or is lying part of the scam here?" "What part are you collecting from the poor guy? Not his little rod?" she asks, biting her nail and winking. Eddie groans, and checks his work watch, tapping through the data to yank up his mark's collection ticket. A hologram of a V-model leg prosthesis rotates between them on his wrist. "His leg! How cruel! How will he walk?" Eddie shakes his head. "Look, what do you want from me? He shoulda paid his monthly." "How scary you are, Eddie Munson." She twists a finger in her hair. "Hope you don't... come for me one day." "I don't come for ai—oh." He cringes, realizing her sexual innuendo too late into her roar of giggles. "I can change that!" she declares and twists into a new frame—transformed into a cheerleader outfit. "STOP!" Eddie bangs on the fiberglass. She ripples pixels, falling over laughing, pleated skirt perfectly peeking underwear. "That's a low blow you pop-up witch!" "Encrypt your life then!" she teases. It's a good point, but an expensive one. "Just give me directions!" "Promise to come back!" Eddie inhales. It's not contractual. It's authentic programming. Nothing digital can hold you to anything unless biometrics are involved. No this is just her, using years of being turned on to collect and create her own machine learning for targeting and manipulating people. Or, rather—she's being cute. "S-s-sure." It's all he can manage. Because apparently now he's a company shill. She claps her hands and a scanner code pops up. "Maps for the scary Repo-man!" He flashes his watch over it and watches in horror as pink hearts burst and pop from his digital screen. "Don't infect me, okay? I trusted—" But he stops when a map appears and a cute little cartoon icon of her points at a dot with a simple flashing. YOU ARE HERE! He looks back up at her, where she's laid back down in her original posting with the BLOWOUT SALE next to—oh, that makes a lot more sense now. "T-thanks." He scratches his head, grateful but ashamed. She waves fingers at him coyly. "Listen uh—Uhm. What's your... make and...uh model? You know for... I'll do the survey or whatever—" "I'm Chrissy." She winks, flashing open the tag with her company and link. "Thanks, Chrissy." "Come back soon!" He very much will not be. He'd avoided the Pink District for this very fucking reason. Well, not this reason in particular but this can definitely be added to the top of the list. But he knows that the scan was already logged. That his eye implant recorded the whole interaction. That her link in his memory was fucking... clickable.

God dammit.

[whenitsdarkweilluminate]

Luxembourg 1984

Host: Luxembourg Participants: 19 Voting method: 12-point system (juries only) Winner: Herreys - Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley Country: Sweden Language: Swedish Points: 145 (67.1% of highest score possible)

General Overview:

The production feels more modern this year. The presenter is 19-year-old Désirée Nosbusch, who has an unusually casual approach for the time. She's an efficient host too, since this year's runtime is roughly 2h15m. The postcards feature 1980s 3D animations that look horribly dated in an amusing way. The interval involves a dude interacting with a crudely animated horse. And the 1984 contest embraces big hair, synthesizes, and those hexagon drum kits.

The stage design is improvement from 1983, but literally anything would be. However, I don't like that we've returned to these big distracting objects in the background. There's an arrangement of mobile floating geometric shapes. Plus staircases on either side. This stage design should've been left behind in the 70s.

That said, Eurovision still embraces its own legacy/nostalgia, as the show opens and closes with the orchestra playing a medley of Luxembourg's 5 winners + “L'amour est bleu”. I find that pretty neat. I wish more of these older contests would acknowledge the winning song that brought the contest to this country. Luxembourg were masters at creating melodic French ballads. But it also signals the end of an era; because, aside from Celine, no other French ballad has won since then. And Celine's song had '80s elements in it anyways.

Ireland returns but Greece and Israel (due to a national holiday) are out again. Also, it's funny how Carola and Linda Martin reached top 3 in consecutive years... because they'll also win in consecutive years.

Otherwise, this seems like a forgettable year? There's still a good amount of songs I like, but there's at least 8 I don't care about. And why do so many lyrics mention trains? It's also difficult to find good quality audio of this year.

Sweden: Herreys - Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley (winner review below)

Luxembourg: Sophie Carle - 100% d'amour These vocals are AWFUL. I keep wincing at every missed note. Luxembourg clearly weren't winning back-to-back this time. Sophie's cutesy tone makes the song seem cheesy too. The lyrics are full of clunky metaphors. But basically, she's sick of bad news and heartbreak songs, so she wants to spread “100% love” and change people's perspectives. The only positive aspect is the '80s synthpop production, with the dramatic bangs, guitar hops, and elastic-y chorus.

France: Annick Thoumazeau - Autant d'amoureux que d'étoiles I always forget about this song. It's nothing new from France. The verses are gentle; while the chorus amplifies the drums/vocals/strings, with some catchy “il y a”s and a double punch. Then the sax appears later on. But I don't like that switch into the post-chorus longing. In the lyrics, Annick is confused about which way is right or wrong. But this person makes her happy regardless. She says the world is beautiful if you pay attention.

Spain: Bravo - Lady, Lady A comforting folk song and some catchy “lady lady lady”s puts Spain in the top 3! I like the storytelling, where this lady wastes years of her life, foolishly hoping this guy returns. The lyrics are very descriptive as well. The song's calming vibe conveys her delusion. I also like the acoustic guitar and '80s drum rhythm, the backing echoes, the stop when the chorus begins, and how the chorus intensifies midway (with the backing “ahhhh” and the singer's agonized vocal). The bridge bangs are effective too.

Norway: Dollie de Luxe - Lenge leve livet The staging is memorable for the karate outfits, but why are they wearing them? The arm swinging also reminds me of Belgium '83. Moreover, the vocals are kind of a mess. That opening scream hurts my ears. And the song is so flat. There's a consistent drum beat, some celebratory chorus horns, a mid-chorus rev-up, and the verse 2 guitar ricochets. But meh. The lyrics advocate for the preservation of life in this violent world.

United Kingdom: Belle and the Devotions - Love Games This sounds exactly like a Supremes song. The harmonies, their signature stomping beat, the very prominent backing ad libs, the liberal usage of “baby”, the spoken word “oh darling”, the bells. The lyrics keep it simple as well, where Belle asks why did this guy lead her on. It's camp, but I enjoy it as a tribute act. The drum shake transitions are also effective. And the song is pretty catchy (“baby, baby, why!... ooooh!”) I don't like how Laura and Linda stand backwards for so long though. Allegedly they were lip syncing.

Cyprus: Andy Paul - Anna Maria Lena Well, this is bland and forgettable AF. Nothing in the instrumental or melody pulls me in. The strings, the twinkle bells, the “Aaaaaaanna”s, the “oooh”-ing bridge, and the “Aaaaaaanna .. MARIA LENA!” hooks fail to make impact. The only memorable aspect is Andy's hair. And the lyrics are nothing special – he's just in love with this “Anna Maria Lena” girl.

Belgium: Jacques Zegers - Avanti la vie I guess this entry is creative, but it creeps me out: the blank, zombie-like stares into the camera, the swaying, Jacques' tense deep vocal, the backing whispers, and the shadow lighting at the beginning. Plus how the instrumental is so static. The lyrics command us to keep moving forward in life and be free. Which is why the bass and drums persistently march forward through the whole song; with guitar reverberations in between. It can be hypnotic, but in an unrelenting way.

Ireland: Linda Martin - Terminal 3 Finally Ireland tries something different. The song's various switch-ups are really effective. The verses are urgent, featuring some guitar growls. While the sudden bursts of “TERMINAL 3: FLIGHT'S ON TIME” really grab attention. I like the horns that follow it. That chorus is super short and it sounds like an ad jingle. But it's enough to ease the tension. There's also a couple of daydream-y bridges and the anticipatory horn/drum intro reappears. I should note Johnny Logan wrote this. The lyrics follow Linda's anxious mind as she's about to reunite with her long distance partner at the airport. He asked for her to meet him there. There's plenty of plane and airport references too.

Denmark: Hot Eyes - Det' lige det The first of the duo's 3 appearances. The song isn't groundbreaking, but it's very cheerful, the chorus is catchy, and their interactions by the piano are cute. Kirsten also pushes Søren away during the key change, and he kisses her forehead at the end. In DMGP, she actually shoved him into a pool. In the lyrics, Søren's arrival cheers Kirsten up on a rainy day. He nervously uses the word “love”, then they run in the rain. Musically, there's a bouncy, foot-tapping groove, some whistle transitions, and a mid-verse piano jolt. The backing also emphasize the chorus nicely.

Netherlands: Maribelle - Ik hou van jou A slow ballad, but a gorgeous one. The orchestra builds in a captivating way, the melody really stands out, and Maribelle's tone is bittersweet. She really needs this person back and she offers her affection. The song moves at a steady and careful pace. It starts with just the piano, followed by the bass and strings. The chorus grows and intensifies, culminating in the cymbal crash. Then the song softens back in the second verse, besides the strings. And those expansive 1950s-style strings drive the climax.

Yugoslavia: Vlado & Isolda - Ciao, amore The wedding bells, the rapid claps, and the “Ciao-ow amore-eh... CIAO LJUBAVI” hooks are infectious. But Vlado's raspy vocals are unappealing. And the song/performance seem overly serious. Particularly those bells, the super formal attire, and their interactions. The lyrics describe the day they had to depart, where Isolda was waiting for the train, but that's not important anymore. I guess they're back together. Otherwise, the verses have this quirky computerized sound, the mid-chorus switches to a tambourine, and there's a sax outro.

Austria: Anita - Einfach weg A basic '80s pop song. With a string intro. The chorus “whoa oh oh yeah”s and claps are kinda catchy. I noticed the camera cuts to the backing every time it happens. But that chorus is such a “that's it?” moment, and then the song just... ends anticlimactically. The lyrics are about needing a temporary escape for her mental health. Anita leaves without regret or needing anyone's approval. But she clarifies it's not because of the subject.

Germany: Mary Roos - Aufrecht geh'n Mary Roos returns after 12 years. The lyrics have a good message – she resolutely rejects her ex to prioritize her own well-being, even if it's not emotionally easy and she hasn't healed yet. She even walks away on stage at one point. But the composition is so bland. The chorus melody is too ordinary and does nothing for me. While the orchestra doesn't do anything noteworthy. She has a decent voice at least.

Turkey: Beş Yıl Önce, On Yıl Sonra - Halay Much better than Turkey's last 3 entries. I find this one intriguing; with the bass, the whip sound effects, the Turkish harmonies, the “Ha-al-ayyyy” hooks, the chorus horns, the sideways turns, and the hand holding. I just wish the chorus had more to it. The lyrics invite everyone to join this lively dance, no matter where you come from. There's even a short dance break. The group's stage presence is what sells this.

Finland: Kirka - Hengaillaan Finland copies Yugoslavia '83, but it's a fun entry regardless. The energy on stage makes me smile. And the song rotates through various catchy sections. There's the dramatic stops and triangle dings in the pre-chorus, the drum escalations, the flooding chorus melody, the “babada babada babada dododododo” hooks with the horns, and the backing “ha ha ha haha”s. Krika also pulls out the harmonica at one point. In the lyrics, his friend group misses the last train. But instead of stressing about it, they party all night long at the station. There's timestamp updates throughout. They even miss the morning train lol. I like the message.

Switzerland: Rainy Day - Welche Farbe hat der Sonnenschein? Boooooring. I immediately forget how this song goes after hearing Italy. The chorus harmonies are so 'blah'. The production is kinda '80s, but uhhh, that's all I got. The lyrics are pretty cheesy too. They wonder how to paint a picture of the world, because it has both beautiful qualities and war, hunger and misery.

Italy: Alice & Franco Battiato - I treni di Tozeur This is so 'out-there' in a strangely alluring way. It's the combination of the hypnotic '80s drum beat, the heavy strings, the deadpan delivery, the intense rising chorus melody, and the very random and unexpected opera singers in the bridge. Those opera singers also quote Mozart and wear Italian flag colours. I don't like when Franco creepily stands behind Alice, but it doesn't bother me as much as Belgium's creepiness. The title references a train track that the Tunisian king commissioned for himself; wasting government resources and endangering lives in the process. The lyrics describe a deserted, abandoned place.

Portugal: Maria Guinot - Silêncio e tanta gente The Portuguese Adele before Adele was even born. It's a very honest, personal, and beautiful piano ballad. The melody isn't the most accessible, and the backing vocalist is unnecessary, but Maria opens up completely in her performance. And I love when her voice expands and contracts. The lyrics are deep and introspective, where she notices love during the silence and finds her life's purpose among the crowd.

The Winner:

So Sweden racks up their second win during the 10-year anniversary of “Waterloo”. They actually weren't all that dominant in the intermediate years. Carola was the one who brought them back into the top 3 last year, and Sweden will land there again next year.

Herreys are a wholesome trio of brothers. While the lyrics are about one's life improving upon discovering a pair of golden shoes. The song title is also meaningless. So I wonder if this was meant as a joke, because the audience won't understand Swedish anyways. The Nordics could sing literal nonsense and no one would know back then. I say this because I get the impression the Nordics were tired of the language rule around this time - Herreys even switched to English midway through the winner's reprisal.

Regardless of the silly lyrics, “Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley” is still a catchy bop. The '80s drum 'pew-pew's, the orchestra responses in the verses, the call-and-response between the brothers, the way the chorus pushes through, the chorus claps, the “diggi-LOO diggi-LEY” emphasis, and the key change are all effective. Herreys also appear bright and happy on stage. Their colour designated shirts, white pants and golden shoes are memorable; as is their coordinated arm choreography.

Buuuuuut it's still kind of a dumb song.

Verdict: "B" tier.

My points go to.... 01. Ireland: Linda Martin - Terminal 3 02. Italy: Alice & Franco Battiato - I treni di Tozeur 03. Finland: Kirka - Hengaillaan 04. Spain: Bravo - Lady, Lady 05. Netherlands: Maribelle - Ik hou van jou 06. Portugal: Maria Guinot - Silêncio e tanta gente 07. Turkey: Beş Yıl Önce, On Yıl Sonra - Halay 08. Sweden: Herreys - Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley 09. Denmark: Hot Eyes - Det' lige det 10. United Kingdom: Belle and the Devotions - Love Games

11. Yugoslavia: Vlado & Isolda - Ciao, amore 12. France: Annick Thoumazeau - Autant d'amoureux que d'étoiles 13. Austria: Anita - Einfach weg 14. Germany: Mary Roos - Aufrecht geh'n 15. Norway: Dollie de Luxe - Lenge leve livet 16. Cyprus: Andy Paul - Anna Maria Lena 17. Luxembourg: Sophie Carle - 100% d'amour 18. Belgium: Jacques Zegers - Avanti la vie 19. Switzerland: Rainy Day - Welche Farbe hat der Sonnenschein?

[lenteur]

bias tag game

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagged by @yoohyeontual (not gonna lie, i'm still tempted to write @/korimi4) ♡ tagging: @byunbaekhyunie @kangseulqi @kingdomtual @kjisoos @kwon-eunbi @psyoungs @seulggi @soraenun @urons @venompinks and anyone who wants to do this game, consider yourself tagged

yes i am aware most of the biases listed below are no longer active idols but they still hold a special place in my heart ❤️

1.krystal / 2. suzy / 3. yeri / 4. yerin baek / 5. hikaru / 6. kang mina / 7. yeonjun / 8. nana (from woo!ah!) / 9. ahn sohee / 10. luna

1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first? considering he debuted first, this one goes for yeonjun.

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to? bae suzy ♡ i've grown up with her and i don't think i'll ever stop ulting her

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do? i was hoping to not end up with this kind of question because i know i'm way too awkward and wouldn't know what to say/do. other than that, the only instance where i'd want to meet one of my biases is at a concert, that's it! with that in mind, and after some consideration, i'm choosing krystal because i feel like we relate to some degree with each other. and she'd show me cool places with beautiful architecture.

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9? i've always thought her face was stunning. i just don't know how to explain it but yeah, beautiful face!

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality? i'll say her perseverance (had to check the spelling). she went through the whole produce 101 situation, ended up in the final gg. and then she went on to debut with gugudan and had to go through her company not paying enough attention to the group as a whole. when her contract ended, she then chose to pursue a career in acting. and i think that's beautiful because you can see how much effort she puts to reach her goals.

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them? so many things i want to say... first, i'd like to tell her to never lose her smile because her joy is contagious. also, she is an incredible performer. whenever i watch woo!ah! fancams, my attention is drawn to her because her stage presence is amazing. and you can see how much she likes being on stage and performing songs with her group. so, all in all, nana you're such a fantastic performer and i can't wait to see you perform other songs.

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid? ... ..... .............. ...................................... it was a rather difficult choice because i like both of their styles but i'm going to go with suzy, especially her guess outfits. they're cute! and the carin glasses were amazing as well. oh and she's also a new longines ambassafor and i'm a big fan of watches so yeah :D suzy wins this one ^^

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try? i don't know if it's already happened but i totally see yeri rock a retro (60s/70s/80s) concept. and i'm talking about both clothing and music. i think she'd pull it off well. i'm curious to see that

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height? i really thought it was hikaru but no, it's yerin baek. i'm actually in the middle between the two.

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best? considering ahn sohee hasn't released solo music, i'll go with luna. even if i had to choose between wonder girls and f(x), i'd still choose f(x) because i like their music better (just a tiny bit)

[vintagepresley]

Hello dear, I hope your doing well! I would like to request something. I see a lot of smut for Elvis or whatever but Personally I would love to see more dad Elvis :p Anyways forgive me if this is weird or too much for a request. So basically He has a daughter(14-15) They are going through a phase where they are finding themselves if that make since. Seeing what they like to wear, what makes them feel comfortable, and as someone who is very out there and my outfits are always crazy I love expressing myself, I love wearing suits, suspenders, tube tops etc. So basically Elvis notices this that his daughter is changing the way they dress.. suspenders, pants, basically anything a girl wouldn’t necessarily wear in the 50-70s. And one day she just goes and cuts her hair short, like boy short and Elvis finds out because she never told him and he just reacts to it but he supports her because I feel like Elvis is the same way, he doesn’t care what people think he does his own thing which is why people love him yk? Anyways I’m so so sorry if this is once again to much for a request, to specific or weird, you can gladly ignore it if you like! Idk why the hell im going through an Elvis phase but I really enjoy the way you write for him. :] Ty dear.<3

AHH, HI. Thank you so much for your request this one was definitely a bit different for me to write, but very cute. I hope I got what you were looking for! We love supportive dad Elvis!

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You had been trying a few different things when it came to the way you dressed and the way that you styled your hair, you were 15 years old and wanting to discover what suits you and makes you happy. You were always looked at a bit differently and attention was constantly on you for two reasons, one being that your father was Elvis Presley and two being that you didn’t dress the way a young lady should back in the 60’s. But you didn’t care and in a lot of ways you were like Elvis when it came to doing your own thing despite what people may think. Even he noticed the little changes as well in your clothing, but he never said anything. You were his daughter and he loved you no matter what but sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was bit disappointed that you didn’t wear dresses and instead liked wearing pants and overalls, if he was, he never mentioned it. 

One thing that you had been thinking about changing the most was your hair, but you were afraid to mention to him, but you couldn’t stand having long hair, you felt having short hair would give you more of the freedom of expressing yourself that you craved so badly. So one night you went into your bathroom and stood in the mirror staring at yourself, your hands carefully combing through your hair and just shaking your head, you started frantically searching for scissors in your bathroom and once you did you began to impulsively cut your hair, the strands falling on the counter and the floor as you continued to cut, your hair becoming shorter and shorter with each one, until finally you slammed the scissors down on the counter and hesitantly looked at yourself in the mirror at your new rebellious hair cut that slightly resembled a pixie cut, but much shorter, you smiled a bit to yourself because you felt so free. But in the back of your mind, you were suddenly scared of what your father may say when he saw it in the morning. 

That night as you laid in bed trying to catch some sleep for school it was impossible to get any kind of sleep because of how nervous you were about Elvis seeing your hair and now you felt instant regret sink in, you eventually drifted off to sleep, only getting a few hours and when your alarm went off the next morning and you awoke, you still had that nervous feeling as you showered and got dressed for the day, sporting some black dressed pants with a long sleeved stripped shirt that you tucked into your pants and paired it all with a black belt and some white dress shoes to match. You heard a knock at the door as you were getting your last looks in and it startled you. “Honey, you almost ready? Breakfast is ready downstairs. You better get a move on if you wanna eat before ya leave.” Elvis said. “Uh.. Yeah, dad! I’ll be down in a minute.” You shouted nervously and then you heard his footsteps retreat downstairs. Shit.. Maybe a hat will cover up what I did... You thought to yourself. But you didn’t like how a hat when with your outfit. So you took a few deep breaths and just decided to handle whatever happens when he sees your hair. Maybe he’ll understand.

So you grabbed your backpack and a few of your books and headed out of your bedroom, slowly making your way down the steps and into the kitchen where Elvis was sitting at the kitchen table talking to a few of the cooks, as you approached suddenly the room fell silent and everyone was staring at you, Elvis a bit in shock at your new hairstyle, the clothes was one thing and he was fine with that but he wasn’t expecting you to cut your hair and definitely not so short either. The silence was deafening now. “Uh.. wow, honey, what did you do to your hair??” he questioned. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. “I-I-I cut it… Last night. Do you like it?” you said quietly. “Um… Uh… Yeah, I mean I wish you would’ve asked me first before you went and cut your hair like that.” He said. 

He could see the expression your face was becoming a sad one, he cleared his throat softly with a slight smile, patting the chair next to him. He didn’t want to upset you, was he a bit surprised because he wasn’t sure how people were gonna react towards you now and he was bullied as a kid for being different and he didn’t want that for you. “Come sit, darlin’” he said sweetly. You nodded and slowly made your way over to him, sitting in the chair next to him. “Listen… I’m not upset with you, surprised is what I am.” He said. You stayed quiet as you stared at him, listening intently. “It’s a big change, y’know? I worry for you sometimes with the way you dress and now the hair, I know how cruel people can be. But I don’t want that to stop ya from being you, because I can understand wantin’ to be different and havin’ your own style. I was wearing pink in the 50’s and that was a scandal.” He chuckled softly. You laughed a bit along with him, nodding. 

“I know you worry, dad. I get looks here and there, but it’s nothing to serious. Plus, they know you’re my dad so no one’s gonna mess with me.” You laughed softly. He grinned a bit. “Goddamn, right.. Anyone messes with my lil’ girl, I’ll rip their goddamn tongue out by the roots!” he said with a hiccupping laugh. 

“But honey, I want you to know that I will always be here to support you no matter what you wanna wear or how you want to cut your hair. Which…” He looks at your hair now with a smirk. “Which.. We’ll probably have to call someone over later to fix it up a bit more for you.” You both laughed together, raising a hand up to touch your hair. “Yeah, I didn’t do a good job of cutting it.” You smiled.

You were so happy that he wasn’t upset about the change and you knew you could always count on him for support becaue of how alike the both of you were. You got up from your seat now and wrapped your arms around him, giving him a big hug, he wrapped his arms around you, returning the loving hug. “I love you, daddy.” You said softly as you hugged him tighter. “I love ya too, sweetheart.” He mumbled softly with a smile. “Now eat ya breakfast the bus will be here soon.” He said. You nodded slowly as you both let go each other and you sat back down smiling at him as the two of you began to eat your breakfast together.