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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part III

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ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Photographer!Hyunjin x fem!model!reader, manager!Bangchan, stylist!Jisung, agedup!straykids, SMUT, fluff, character driven story, stranger to lovers, summer!au, soft!dom hyunjin x fem!reader, PIV, penetrative sex, protected sex (wow first time writing that, good on ya cher) sexual photos/pictures taken during sex, semi-public sex, orgasm (m/f), cum, fingering, blowjob, light choking, praise kink, handkink??

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.4 k

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: am so creative with the office numbers? right? tell me im creative LMAO

oh god this was a fucking pain in the ass to read through i cringed at every sentence so hopefully my pain will be your pleasure

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions.

What if this love was one sided?

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good...

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date?

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets.

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it.

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration.

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy.

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting.

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile.

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend”

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking.

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!”

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting.

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off.

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart.

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself.

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival.

“y-yeah, it really is”

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated.

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly.

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head.

“I didn’t know heh...”

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves.

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying « 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?”

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands.

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem.

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger.

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints.

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you.

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension.

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather.

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt.

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss.

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening.

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine.

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream.

“D-does it feel good?”

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction.

“Did you think I was innocent?”

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,” just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb.

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed.

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad.

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow.

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again.

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips.

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch.

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm.

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table.

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent.

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end.

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head.

“A-about,,, you”

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry.

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time.

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought.

“Are you ok, y/n?”

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him.

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size.

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-”

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips.

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat.

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth.

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never.

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face.

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-”

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it.

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out.

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile.

“Do you like me?”

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you.

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure.

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking.

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand.

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp.

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?”

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you?

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other.

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours.

“And I love you too, y/n”

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feelingofcontent · 4 years ago

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DNP Rewatch: FIRST LONDON APARTMENT TOUR!!1!

Date video was published: 04/05/2013 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 175

Apartment tour! This was another of the videos people voted on at the end of DAN IS ON FIRE. This is going to be a long one.

0:02 - Dan does not look so thrilled about this, haha. And sarcastic Dan is out in full force.

0:25 - “I like watching other YouTubers doing it.” Still true!

0:50 - “but lonelier, because no one’s helping me.” 🙁 Dan’s filming this while Phil is still in Florida with his family.

0:58 - SO MANY stairs

1:08 - why do they have multiple rubber ducks!? lol. Including the huge one they still have in PINOF10.

1:20 - I love that he’s shooting from the same angle that Phil did in TOILET TAG (although that’s probably the only option in that tiny room)

1:27 - at least Dan offers a bit more explanation for the poster than Phil did!

1:46 - ahhhhh, so messy! I don’t deal well with mess like that.

2:04 - everyone needs a good place to just lay down on the floor. (Also, John Green book in the background!)

2:19 - Bryony painted them that fish painting when they first moved to London! (*1)

2:20 - future gaming room! The little chest of drawers was what was originally in Phil’s room before he got the new dresser, first in INNUENDO BINGO 2!

2:22 - lol at the giraffe sex image on the computer for some reason

2:24 - it’s Dan’s “paint me like a French girl” pose 😂

2:25 - that’s not sooo messy

2:31 - Little items in the lounge: Hulk & Iron Man pictures (now in a new home!); Japanese robot poster (this eventually ends up in Phil’s bedroom after they get the pixel mirror); Muse poster from the first concert they went to together in 2010. (I’m sure this is in the forever home somewhere and 😭.); True Blood drinks (Dan bought them these back in October 2011) and little robot figure; Colored string balls (*2), Pacman ghost, Mario cube; Tetris lamp; Pacman ghost lamp; Supernote trophy (for winning that contest)

2:46 - The start of the sofa crease!

2:56 - so many DVDs! I like that they’re alphabetized.

2:58 - the little Calcifer from Howl’s Moving Castle. (Also, foreshadowing of later gas leak...yikes.)

3:15 - that glass door really is a weird choice from whoever designed that apartment. What purpose could it possibly serve?

3:27 - Phil’s not the only one sneaking cereal, apparently 😊

3:38 - oh this bit; sure Dan, totally believable. (There’s that Lester family photo (*3) on the dresser though.)

3:47 - Dan piano playing is my favorite

3:51 - he’s rearranged and got a larger version of that one wirrow art since the last time he filmed his bedroom in Human Interaction.

3:52 - Some of Dan’s books - he must like The Edge Chronicles series (*4)

3:54 - Dan’s childhood bear (*5)! 🥺 And I kinda love that lightbulb lamp. But I hate the teddy bear lamp for some reason.

3:55 - that laser pod must have been the red lights I was confused about in List of reasons why I'm an awful Human Being

3:56 - the butt chair (*6)! Also, obsessed with him having the Tonberry, “hell demon,” and Pickachu plushies there together. 😭

3:57 - More bedroom items: love the amber lamp; more wirrow art (*7); seaweed tree; cologne (*8); the stylophone (from Phil); dice; Guild Wars concept art; the secret box! (*9)

4:13 - the parallel with the zoom-in on the butt chair to Why Dan had to call an Ambulance. Too much.

4:16 - that is a lot of Guild Wars stuff

4:26 - he’s also gotten new/nicer bedroom furniture that we hadn’t seen yet!

4:39 - “not much of that going on at the moment in here.” 👀👀 I am deceased. Phil is away in Florida, so...

4:53 - we really didn’t need to know, lol

5:30 - yeah, I can’t imagine trying to film in uni halls, but Phil did it a lot!

I am obsessed with how many of the things from this video we’ve already seen that they still have in the forever home. 🥺 I’ve numbered them above with (*#) and matched the numbers below.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #dan howell #daniel howell videos #FIRST LONDON APARTMENT TOUR!!1!

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yunopouts · 3 years ago

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I WANT U (around) - j. jaehyun [TEASER]

-> jeong jaehyun x fashion designer(f)!reader

-> a prequel of written in the stars - j. jaehyun

-> era: save era!

-> genre: smut, fluff, crack

-> warnings: cursing, arranged marriage, mentions of an unhappy marriage (?), alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, sex is spoken about (sometimes very bluntly), unprotected seggs, more sexual things that i'm too lazy to write, fwb-to-lovers

-> word count: 1.3k

-> a/n: okay, so basically jaehyun is here teaching you about seggs- but it will explain within the first few "chapters" .

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Hours later, the word ‘baby’ was all that went through your mind.

The way he said it so carelessly as he pleasured you; the way he kisses you whenever he feels like it; the light touches to the small of your back to guide you in the right direction; the way he can randomly appear at your doorstep on weekends, and you just continue your day with him beside you; how happy you felt when he called your name; when he sends you little smiley faces and hearts when you text; how he boops your nose when you look at him in a way he finds cute or funny.

They all make your heart flutter in the best of ways, and they make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Sort of like you were a real couple.

Your eyes widened at the thought, overthinking the simple statement that echoed through the walls of your skull.

“Madame, madame… jesus.” Ten cursed under his breath after repeatedly calling for you. He snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. He stared at you as he pushed his thick framed glasses up on his nose with a heavy sigh. “As I was saying,” he rolled his eyes and turned back to face the fifteen other people in the conference room. “I don’t think the third photo should be featured in this year’s fall collection- I understand the clothing matches but the concept doesn’t match the rest of them.”

“What do you suggest we do, Madame?” your employees turned to you, desperate for an answer.

Your eyes drifted around the room, landing on a certain someone leaning against the open doorway with a smirk on his face. With a quickening heartbeat, you looked away and answered the question- suddenly feeling small under that intense gaze of his.

“Ask the model if they have room in their schedule to do another shoot- tell them I’ll pay for everything and pay them extra. Give them my sincerest apologies. Get the design team to come up with a concept that’s similar but not too similar as the other ones.”

“How much should we take out of your paycheck?” a woman with her hair tightly pinned back, asked as she scribbled something down on her clipboard.

“Take sixty percent out, give thirty to Mr. Lee and another thirty to the model.” Jaehyun feigned a shocked expression. “Is there anything else?” the workers shook their heads and stood when you did. “Great, then the meeting is over; go enjoy your lunch.”

You practically ran towards the door, grabbing Jaehyun by the wrist and speed walking to your office. His soft chuckle filled your ears as he trailed behind you. Your mind raced with a jumble of thoughts, the largest one being why the sex partner that you had a crush on showed up at your work when you explicitly told him not to do so.

Once you reached your office, you threw Jaehyun inside, sending him stumbling into the lavish room. You slammed the glass door shut and locked it, bringing down all the curtains of your windows.

“Turning the blinds down? Scandalous; what do you plan on doing to me today, Madame?” he teased as he pulled you into his waist.

“Why did you come here?” you asked.

“Do you not want me here?” He raised a brow. With a sigh you looked up at him as he swayed your bodies in a circle.

“No, no- I just don’t want people finding out.”

“Ten knows.” his brows furrowed.

“That’s not what I meant,” you frowned when Jaehyun stopped moving and pulled away from you.

“Then what do you mean, y/n?”

“I just don’t want people finding out that their boss had her first orgasm at twenty-six, after she got divorced from her husband of eight years.” you explained.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” he mumbled and leaned against your desk as he watched you pace back and forth across the room.

“I-I’m not ashamed; it’s just a little embarrassing, I mean- they see me as such a strong figure that I just don’t want them to know.”

“First, you just contradicted yourself completely; second, why don’t you just tell them we’re a couple? Surely if you tell them that, they’ll back off.”

“But that’s the thing!” you cried. “We’re not a couple! I don’t want to lie to them, because what if they find out and then never believe me when I tell them when I’m actually dating someone? What then?”

“So then let’s date.”

“Yeah, maybe we should do that- wait what?” your strides stopped and you turned to stare at a smiling Jaehyun.

“Y/n,” he slowly got off the edge of the glass table, and made his way towards you. “Would you do me the great honour of letting me take you out on a date?” He took you by the hand and pulled you in close the way he did only moments before.

“We’ve been on some already, why are you asking me this now.” You asked as you lip jut out just a tad.

“Well that was before I had confirmed that we shared the same feelings.” Jaehyun stated. “Plus, I wouldn’t really count those as ‘dates’— so let me take you out on a real one; as someone who wants to be your boyfriend, not just your personal call boy.” You scoffed at his self-degrading choice of words. “Is that a yes or a no?” He tilted your chin up with a finger.

“I’ll sleep on it.” You let out a breath of air and cast your eyes to the side, as if you really did need to think much about his offer.

He leaned in close to the right side of your face, his lips grazing your ear when he softly spoke. “If you say yes, I’ll make love to you the way I should’ve the first night I saw you.”

And just like that, you were a goner— knees weak, crumpling like a piece of paper in his arms. He chuckled deeply and kissed your temple when you scolded him.

“Don’t say things like that when we’re in public.”

“We’re in a room that you locked and that you shut all the blinds to. So think baby,” with his chest flush against yours, he looked you straight in the eye. “Are we really in public?” his voice was lowered to a deep growl.

Before you could answer, there was a knock at the door and the jingle of a set of keys.

“Chair, now.” you whispered harshly. In a flash, Jaehyun flicked the lights on and took one long stride to a seat in front of your desk, sitting on the lush cushion just as the door opened.

“So, Mr. Jeong- what brings you here?” you asked, placing the pads of your fingertips together- forming a triangle. Your eyes darted to the woman who had opened the door, Ten standing behind her with a smile of annoyance.

Trying to keep his smile down, his tongue poked at his cheek before he replied. “I’ve come in place for my mother, she wanted to discuss something with you about the recent photoshoot you had promoting her new line.” the man crossed his legs, clasping his hands together.

“And what is it that she would like to discuss, Mr. Jeong?”

“She didn’t tell me exactly, but she did say that she wanted to talk about it over dinner; so shall I give you the details?”

“Oh yes of course! Use these.” you slid over a pen and notepad.

Jaehyun quickly scribbled something down before sending it back your way. You felt his eyes watching you as you read his neat writing.

If you call me Mr. Jeong one more time, I’m going to have to fuck you right here.

“Well, Jaehyun I will contact your mother- please leave.” your hand pointed to the door where your co-workers were still watching in bewilderment as your teasing demeanor disintegrated into a flustered one.

With a loud laugh, Jaehyun stood up from his chair wearing a very wide grin. “I’ll see you later, y/n.” he said in a sing-song voice as he left the room.

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duskholland · 5 years ago

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Lingerie | Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ your co-star Tom offers to photograph you in your new lingerie, and it only escalates from there.

word count ↠ 3.9k

warnings ↠ this is pretty much just pwp I won’t lie. we’ve got some dirty talk, a lingerie-filled photoshoot, a lil bit of thigh riding, oral (fem receiving) and then MxF sex

a/n ↠ quarantine is doing ~stuff~ to me and I couldn’t stop thinking about the concept of Tom being your photographer and getting more and more riled up so....here ya go. enjoy! this is the first time I’ve posted nsfw stuff in a very very long time, so any feedback would be appreciated :) also a huge thank you to @rhapsodyparker for being my fave hype man - love you mate !

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

Spending a few weeks in London with your new co-star Tom and his brothers had been the brilliant idea of your manager. When your schedule had presented you with a some valuable weeks off between projects, she’d suggested that bunking down with him in his London house would be the perfect way to get to know the man before you spend the next months acting out your latest project. You’d seen him around at a few awards shows, and he hadn’t been opposed to hosting you, so with a few heavy suitcases and an open mind, you’d moved into the house he shares with his brother Harry and his best friend Harrison.

It’s been three weeks since you first rolled up, and things are going well. You’ve been enjoying getting to know the guys and the city they love so much, and it seems like every day you grow more and more comfortable around Tom - which is only a good thing, given that your upcoming project requires you to tangle with him in a few risqué scenes. But you’d be lying if you said that your feelings for the brown eyed star are merely platonic, and over the last couple of days especially, you’ve found your thoughts wandering. You catch yourself stiffening as you watch him throw back a pint of beer, his sturdy fingers wrapped carefully around the glass. And something in the pit of your stomach stirs every time he sits by you, his thigh pressing flushed to yours. You’ve even caught him staring at you from across the room a few times, his eyes trailing over your figure, and you haven’t been able to stop yourself from imagining his curly brown hair rubbing at your inner thighs.

It’s a game. A dangerous, heated game, and with every passing day, his eyes seem hungrier as they meet with yours, and he seems to inch closer to you. Neither of you have acted on the sizzling tension that ripples between you, but you know it’s just a matter of time before one of you moves a little too close, or touches the other for a little too long, and it all explodes.

“What have you got there, Y/N?”

You’re pulled from your dirty thoughts by a question coming from the man you’re daydreaming about. Tom walks into the kitchen, raising a hand in greeting as he peers down at the package you’re holding. His deep brown eyes meet with yours as you smile at him in greeting.

“Just some clothes. I’m doing a brand deal and they want me to take some pictures and post them on my Instagram,” you explain. You put the package down on the kitchen table and carefully begin to cut along the seam.

“Getting that money, eh?” You laugh as Tom slips into a chair beside you, watching you curiously with his chin resting in his hands.

“A girl’s gotta make a living,” you reply. “Hey, do you think Harry would take some shots for me? It’s always hard to get the angles right.”

Tom hums beneath his breath. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d be down for that. He and Harrison are out at the moment, though, so you’ll need to wait-“ He falls silent as you tip the contents of the package onto the table, your cheeks warming immediately as you take in the garments you’ve been sent.

Lingerie. Several different pairs of matching bras and panty sets, in a scattering of different colours and designs. You feel your heart beat faster in your chest as Tom stares down at the pieces, his own face blushing a deep red.

“I think Harry might die if I make him take photos of me whilst I’m wearing this,” you admit, picking up a red lacy bralette. Tom’s younger brother has always been nice to you, but he radiates the sort of nervous energy that can sometimes put you on edge, and you immediately know you can’t ask him to photograph you. “Guess I’ll just have to struggle through this by myself,” you mutter dejectedly.

Tom’s eyebrows raise as he looks between you and the lace in your fingers, realisation replacing his shock. He sits up straight, stretching out his arms and his biceps flex as he meets your gaze. “I can always help you,” he offers shyly. You meet his eyes and his tongue slips out to wet his lower lip.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I’m not as good as Harry, but I like to think I’ve picked up a few of his tricks.” Tom reaches out, fingers connecting with the tops of your arms, and your breath hitches as he grins cheekily. “Besides, I’m sure I could help you with some of your angles. If you want, of course.”

The question hangs in the air. As his fingers gently trace over your upper arm, you know this is the opportunity to back out. He’s looking at you through heated, brown eyes, but you know he’ll leave it alone if you decide to draw the line here and maintain the professional distance you’ve been slowly narrowing. But you don’t want to, and suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by a longing for him to keep touching you, and the idea of him photographing you as you lounge around in this new, sexy lingerie sets your heart racing.

“I’d love that, Tom. Are you free just now?”

He nods quickly, the tips of his curly brown hair wafting in the air. “Definitely.”

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It takes you about twenty minutes to get ready for the shoot. You’ve been around in Hollywood for long enough to know how best to do your makeup and tie your hair, and much to your relief, the lingerie clings to you perfectly. The contract you’d signed states you only have to post photos in one of the sets, so you pick one with a nice, deep burgundy hue and then walk out into your bedroom where Tom’s waiting for you. His wide eyes fall on you and suddenly you get a little self-conscious, reaching up to cross your arms over your chest as his gaze slides up and down your figure, drifting over every inch of exposed skin. When he drags his eyes back to your face and gives you a bit of a smirk, a shiver rolls down your spine.

“You look stunning,” Tom says, voice hoarse. He clears his throat quickly, averting his eyes as his cheeks gain a healthy colour. “Really, Y/N… You look amazing.”

His compliments bring a smile to your face, and you carefully put your hands back to your sides. You feel tentative and shy, but you approach him anyway and pass him your phone. “Thanks, Tom,” you mumble, meeting his eyes quickly. “Um, I was thinking you can just get a few of me the window, and then after that, maybe a couple on the bed.”

“Sounds great.”

You hesitate for a moment, looking at him carefully. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

Tom runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he chuckles lowly. “I don’t mind at all, Y/N. There are worse things to do than take photos of a pretty girl like you.” You bite your lower lip as you smile bashfully at him.

“Okay,” you say. You move over to the window before adding a quick, “I will pay you back, Tom.” You punctuate your promise with a wink, and then turn around and try out a few positions against the window.

Tom gives you a few pointers as he starts to capture your shots. You know what you’re doing, but his advice helps you twist and angle yourself in the most flattering ways. The main focus has to be on the sponsored lace clinging to your chest, and as time goes by and he gradually moves nearer and nearer to you, your thoughts grow darker. You’d be lying if you said the seductive smiles and soft angles you’re throwing out are just for Instagram. It makes your heart race and a heat build between your legs to have him watching you so intently, occasionally chewing on his lower lip as he works. When you turn around and face the window directly, you arch your back purposefully and you can feel his stare hot on the curve of your ass, and as you throw your head back over your shoulder to meet his flushed face, you know you’ve caught him right in the act of checking you out.

“How are the photos?” You ask, breaking the charged silence after a few moments of sustained, intense eye contact. You relax your position as Tom steps nearer and passes back your phone, but he lingers by your side before draping a hand over your back. His hand rests on your naked hip, his touch gentle but it causes you to push into him greedily. He’s warm and he smells like pine trees and man, and your body is thrumming with so much sexual energy that you can feel your lace panties dampening.

“You look unreal,” he says, watching over your shoulder as you flick through the photos. “I’m not even sure they do justice to how incredible you look right now.”

You smile gratefully, favouriting a few of the shots. “You know, I think we’ve got as many as we need, actually. You did a really good job, Tom. Thank you.” You put your phone on the windowsill and turn to look at him properly. When his hand goes to slip from your waist, you reach down and grab at it, pushing it back into place firmly. His eyes meet yours, a curious questioning mixing with the dark lust, and you give him a smirk. “I know you liked watching me.” Your gaze briefly dips down to his crotch, and the way you can see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans. Emboldened, you lean up and brush your lips by his ear, “If you want me, you can just tell me.”

You keep your lips by his ear. When he reaches up and wraps his other hand around your waist and pulls you closer, you let your mouth drag down his neck, pressing soft, light kisses to his pale skin. You keep going until he whines, and then you suck against his sweet spot and nibble at the skin, teasing him gently until he wraps his fingers beneath your chin and tilts your face up to look at him.

“You’re such a tease, you know that, love?” He speaks, voice dropping an octave. His eyes are on your lips and the deep red lipstick you’ve coated them with, a burning fire dancing in his eyes. “Walking in here with all that lingerie, kissing my neck like that.” His fingers move from your chin and up to cup your cheek. “I want you,” he whispers, mouth brushing yours ever so slightly. The confirmation makes you wrap your arms around his neck, and you place a kiss just beside his mouth, grinning softly.

“Then have me.”

His mouth captures yours in a heated collision of lips and teeth, and you moan into his mouth as his hand slips back into your hair and tugs at your strands. His hot tongue slips into your mouth as you kiss him back passionately, your body burning from all the pent-up frustration you’ve been pushing back for weeks. The hand on your waist slips up to your back, holding you flush against him as his groans, his face flushed and his forehead sweaty, and your core throbs as you hold him close to you.

Tom breaks the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, and you know you’ve got lipstick smudged over your face, but you don’t care as he leads you over to the bed. You straddle his waist as he sits up against the headboard, his hungry hands trailing over every part of your exposed skin as your heart rate spikes. His thighs are firm and you can’t help but grind down against one of them as he pulls your mouths together again. The friction you get through your wet panties from his tough black jeans makes you whimper into his mouth, and he pulls back with a lazy smirk on his face, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“You’re so bloody hot,” he murmurs, hand brushing over your arm. “Can’t believe you’re here right now, looking like this. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He leaves a few soft kisses to your shoulder, gazing up at you softly, his brown curls strewn messily across his forehead. Your heart skips a beat.

You run a fond hand through his curls before pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” Tom laughs but holds up his arms as you pull it up and over his head, and then you roll from his lap as he wiggles out of his tight jeans and throws him aside. He pulls you back to his lap, this time positioning you so your centre rests over his black Calvin Kleins, and you rock down to feel his length pressing up against the fabric. “Shit, Tom,” you curse, the pressure sending rolls of pleasure through your clit. Your forehead falls to his as his hands move your hips, helping you grind against him as both of you feel a little relief. “I want you so bad.”

Tom moves quickly, flipping the position until you’re the one on your back, your head nestled in the soft pillows, and he’s pressed over you, caging you in with a strong arm either side of your head. He catches your lips in another kiss, and when he pulls back, he lets his teeth tug at your lower lip, catching your moan in his open mouth.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, pulling at the waistband of your red panties. You nod quickly and raise your hips as he tugs them down your body, his large hands pressing your thighs up and apart as he settles between your legs, his eyes drifting down your slippy slit. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re absolutely soaked for me.” He drags a light finger through your folds, applying a very light, very teasing pressure to your clit, and it makes you grind down against him. “So fucking needy,” he coos, finally rubbing your tender bud with a little more pressure. As you gasp and fist your fingers in his hair, he moves his face nearer your core. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen a cunt this wet and hot for me. Mind if I have a taste, darling?”

His filthy words make your body shake, and the moment you’ve nodded your head, your back arches from the mattress as his soft, warm tongue slips out and wraps around your bud. One of his hands anchors your hips to the bed as the other accompanies his mouth on your core, and you moan loudly as he slips two sturdy fingers into your wet, aching entrance. It feels unbelievable to have Tom pressed between your legs, his fingers curling and pounding into your heat in a way that makes you cry out loudly. And his mouth - oh, god, his mouth - is unbelievable. You can tell he’s enjoying it by the way he works his tongue so smoothly, teasing lightly through your wet folds before circling back to your bud, kissing it and lapping over it and sucking it until you’re a sweaty, delirious mess above him.

Your fingers ache from the hold you’ve got on his hair, and you suck in a breath as you feel your edge approaching. “God, Tom, you’re so fucking good at that. I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”

For a wonderful moment, you think he’s gonna keep going. He’s got his fingers pressed flush against your sweet spot and it feels so amazing that you’re about to melt, but then he smacks his lips and pulls back, leaving you high and dry and panting desperately on the sheets.

“Oh, what was that? You were gonna cum?”

You blink desperately down at him, surprised to see him looking up at you so confidently, with that teasing smirk dancing over his face. “Tom, I swear to god, you’re such a dick-”

“Shh.” He reaches up and drags his messy fingers over your mouth, and you part your lips to let them in. You swirl your tongue over his digits, humming lightly as you suck off your tangy juices, his eyes watching you darkly. It feels so dirty, but it sends a thrill down your spine, and your core continues to throb as you pull at his shoulders and bring him back up to you. “I think it’s only fair that we cum at the same time, princess? Don’t you?” He whispers.

You release his fingers with a pop, sighing frustratedly as you trail your hands down his toned front. His muscles pull taut and tense, and as you grab a peek at the lines of his abs, you find yourself wondering how you ended up like this with him. He’s so handsome it makes you ache, and it’s as if he can hear your thoughts as he presses a few kisses to your jaw.

“And you call me a tease,” you respond, eyelids fluttering shut as he drags his mouth over your neck. “Stop messing around and fuck me, Tom.”

“Mm, so demanding.”

You grab at his hair and tug his face away from your collarbones and up to your mouth, kissing him hard. “I need you,” you whisper hurriedly against his lips. “I’m going to explode if you don’t fuck me.”

His lips pull into a warm smile. “Well, we can’t be having that, can we?” He replies. “Condom?” You point at the bedside table and he disappears for a few moments, leaving your body cold and empty. Once he’s procured a shiny silver packet, you watch with wide, hungry eyes as he pulls off his boxers, pumps his length a few times, and then rolls this plastic over his tip before you even get a chance to touch him. He notices your pout and bites his lower lip as he moves back over you. “You can touch me next time,” he promises. “Right now, I just want to be with you.”

“Next time?” You mumble, your lips going to his ear as he pushes your thighs apart. You kiss his lobe softly, dragging your teeth over his skin until he whines.

“If you want there to be a next time, of course,” he adds. You make brief eye contact as your heart pangs in your chest, but then you find yourself distracted as his cock rubs through your aching slit and you curse, gripping his shoulder hard.

“I definitely want there to be a next time,” you promise. His tip prods at your entrance and it takes everything in you to keep back a whine. “Now, please, Tom, let me feel you.”

He presses a small kiss to your lips, and then follows through with your request. Your fingers dig into his arms as his length fills you completely and deeply, your jaw falling slack as you moan loudly.

“You’re so wet for me, love. Feels so good around me-” Tom’s voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet yours, finally in as far as possible. “Fuck, wish I could stay like this forever.”

You scatter a series of hot, breathy kisses to his forehead as you adjust to him, before running a hand over his shoulder and nodding certainly. “You can move now,” you say.

He rocks into you gently, exploring your hot heat with care as his hands move all over you. One moment he’s gripping at the lace on your boobs, the next he’s got his fingers slipping over your hard nipples, and after that he’s pulling on your hair. All whilst his cock pushes into you, gradually growing more fervent, your soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Your groans mix with his as you cling to him, your entire body shaking from the tension building in your body as he fucks you hard and fast.

“I love your pussy,” he rasps, teeth digging into your skin as his sweaty forehead rests on your shoulder. With every thrust, he adjusts the angle, only settling into a proper pace as he hits your special spot and you moan loudly, raking your fingers down his back. “So fucking perfect, baby.” His mouth drops praises all over you and it just makes you feel even more into it as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts.

“You fuck me so well, Tom,” you groan into his hair. The muscles in his back ripple beneath your touch as he fucks you roughly. “God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He manages to keep himself supported on one arm as the other slips down, his hand roaming between your bodies to find your pulsing bud. As he rubs over your trembling clit, you feel your orgasm build quickly in the pit of your stomach, everywhere feeling alert and hot and needy as you pull him closer.

“Mmm, you gonna cum for me, Y/N? Let me feel you clenching around me as you scream my name?” His voice is dirty and dark and the way his lips curl around your name makes you clench tightly. “C’mon, let go. I’ve got you.”

And he rolls his hips against you just as his fingers rub your clit, and it’s so deliciously hot that your head rolls back and your orgasm peaks. Your chest heaves, the lace wrapped around your breasts pushing up against Tom’s hot chest as you cum noisily, your body tingling as a pulsing warmth spreads out from your centre. Tom grunts and screws his eyes shut as you clench and squirm beneath him, and a few moments later you feel his rhythm falter as he reaches his peak too. You rock together as your highs mix and build, your hair sticking to your face as your moans turn to whimpers and your grip on his arm relaxes, and when he pulls out, you’re left feeling empty but satisfied. You breathe deeply as Tom collapses beside you on his side, his hand grabbing at yours as his eyes find yours, searching your face carefully.

“Wow,” is all you manage to say. You shiver from the pleasurable aftershocks, your body feeling light and tingly and completely fucked out, and when Tom pulls you nearer, you let him hold you in a hug against his hot chest, feeling happily settled in his embrace. “Anyone ever told you that you’re really good at that?”

Tom laughs gently, his hand pushing your hair from your face which allows him to kiss you again. It’s softer now, not burning quite as fiercely as it had before, but it’s still unbelievably nice to have him this close to you, loving on you so tenderly. “You really are something else, love,” he compliments. His eyes sparkle brightly as he squeezes your hand. “And I wasn’t lying earlier, I really would be down to do this again.”

He looks vulnerable and nervous for a second, but you quickly smooth away his nerves as you kiss him softly, gripping at the back of his neck. Your lips fit perfectly together, and it’s as if everything has finally slotted into place as you admit, “I would be more than happy to do this again, Tom. Maybe you can even take me on a date.”

His entire face seems to light up, and he leaves a quick kiss on your cheek as he grins. “I would love that, darling.”

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bts-reveries · 4 years ago

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expect the unexpected | 19

(images in between and in the end)

Jin had just picked up his two oldest and is now back in his office. It’s been a long day. Having Haneul alone with him was already a hard time but adding two more? He tried his best to maintain his composure as Yeonjun told him the rest of the schedule for today.

“So right now we have all this paperwork to go through because it has to be sent out today, and then we have to go to a video shoot at 4:30pm. Jungkook should be here soon. Afterwards, when we get back, we have a meeting regarding the promotional photoshoots for the new drama, Save Me, with their Director, Producer, and the seven lead actors.” Yeonjun says. “I heard it’s really good. Kind of confusing actually when I saw the trailer. There’s this seven group of friends and they all make some sort of bad decision in their lives and they.. Well not all of them but I think some of them die? Then come back to life? I don’t know, but one of them is a time traveler I think..” Yeonjun trailed on, looking up as he thought back to the trailer.

Although, Jin wasn’t really listening.

“Dad, what does this word mean?” Minseok asks, pointing to his book.

“Daddy can we get ice cream in the cafeteria,” Soojin says, holding onto the door knob.

“Carry meee,” Haneul whines, he’s standing by Jin’s leg, trying to climb onto his dad’s lap.

“Anyways,” Yeonjun says, going back on track. “It should be fun. They’ll be here around 6pm. Which, I understand, is around dinner time, but it was the only available time they had for a meeting. This drama was a big hit on webtoon. It’s good exposure for us for them to use our studio.”

“Dad!” Minseok called, he’s now standing next to Jin. “Can you help me please? I don’t know this word.”

“DDDAAAAAADDDYY!” Soojin yells. “Can we please get ice cream!”

“Caaarryyy meeeeee!” Haneul screams, bursting into tears.

Jin drops his head into his hands. “My head. Is going. To ex-plode.”

“Minseok, I’ll help you with your homework, come with me,” Yeonjun says, finally realizing how tired and stressed Jin was. Minseok glances at his dad before walking towards Yeonjun and grabbing onto his hand that he was holding out. Then Soojin came running to Jin’s side, where Minseok was just standing.

“Daddy you’re not listening to me,” Soojin frowns. Jin turns to the side and looks at her. His sweet, precious daughter. The one he can never say no to.

“Soojin it’s cold, you’re going to get sick if you eat ice cream,” Jin calmly says. “And you haven’t even done your homework yet. Go with Minseok and Uncle Yeonjun and do your homework with them.”

Soojin’s lip starts to quiver, “but I just want to eat a little bit. I can do my homework when I’m done…”

“Soojin, daddy said no. Now go,” Jin says, turning to the side to pick up Haneul. He was still crying his eyes out. Soojin looked down, a big frown on her face and tears started running down her face. Jin was too busy wiping Haneul’s tears away and shushing him that he didn’t know Soojin was crying until he heard her sobbing when she walked away.

“Soojin,” Jin called out. She didn’t answer, nor did she look back. “Soojinie,” Jin calls again. “Yah, Kim Soojin!”

“w-AHH!” Jin yells, the three, Yeonjun, Minseok, and Soojin all looked back at Jin when they heard him yell.

Yeonjun has never seen him so mad before.

Jin puts down Haneul and stands up.

Hot coffee dripped down his suit. His tie and white dress shirt was completely soaked.

Jin puts both hands on his desk, leaning forward as he sighs.

Haneul wasn’t done crying, flailing his hand around and started hitting things on the table, grabbing things, causing Jin’s cup of coffee to come flying at his chest. Not to mention, spilling all over the paperwork that had to be done.

“Sir, I have a sweatshirt you can borrow in my bag,” Yeonjun says, standing up immediately to grab his duffle bag. He usually worked out in the gym Jin had a whole floor of in his building. “You can change into it now so you don’t get all sticky,” he says, handing a white sweatshirt to Jin. Jin says a quiet thank you, grabbing the sweatshirt from Yeonjun and placing it on the back of his chair as he took off his blazer, his tie, and his white dress shirt.

Haneul was still sniffling and he quickly ran to Yeonjun when he made eye contact with his dad.

“Yeonjun,” Jin says. “Do you have the soft copy for these,” he says, pointing to the sticky mess on his table.

“Yes sir,” Yeonjun says, running over to get his laptop. “I’ll send them to you right now.” Jin sounded awfully calm right now, which scared the kids even more. Minseok was fidgeting with his book as he looked at his dad and Soojin was sitting next to him, playing with her hands. Haneul was standing by the couch, trying to hide. He would take small glances at his dad as he watched him clean up the mess he made.

“And also, we can’t cancel the meeting so just make sure our guests feel welcome when they come here for our meeting. I’ll connect from my laptop because we’ll be going home soon. I’ll continue my work there. You’re in charge here, make sure everyone is in that meeting and please have someone set up a TV in our boardroom so they can all see me when I connect. Umm, yeah, that’s all-- Oh, I won’t be there for the video shoot. We won’t get anything done and will only be a bother if I come with the kids so just go with Jungkook okay?”

“Okay sir.”

“Kids pack your stuff, we’re going to leave in a bit,” Jin says, going back to cleaning his desk. The kids hurriedly grabbed their things, stuffing it into their backpacks.

Jin wasn’t mad often, but when he was…

He’s definitely scary.

“Hello everyone, first of all, thank you all for being here. I apologize that I couldn’t be there with you in person. I really wanted to be there but I am working as both CEO and dad tonight,” Jin says lightheartedly. He watches everyone smile through his laptop. “Second of all, I want to apologize beforehand. My three kids might pop up here and there and interrupt, but I talked to them before this and we should be okay. But just in case,” Jin says, raising his head to see if the kids are nearby. His office had clear doors for him to be able to see the kids.

“Okay, so it looks like the coast is clear,” Jin jokes, we can start our meeting now. Jin nods his head, gesturing for the first person to go ahead and start off the meeting. First they had to talk about the drama and it’s concept so they can have a feel of how they can take the photos.

“Daddy,” Jin hears from the side. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath before moving his head out of frame to see Haneul peeking in the room. “I want to stay with you..”

Jin mutes his mic before talking to Haneul.

“Daddy’s in the meeting, can you please go to your brother and sister and wait until I’m done?”

Haneul shakes his head no, walking towards Jin. “I want to stay with youu~” He says, trying to climb onto Jin’s lap yet again.

Jin sighs, pulling Haneul up and placing him on his lap.

“What do you think, Mr. Kim?”

Jin’s eyes widened, unmuting himself. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

The director laughs. “We’re thinking of doing one concept as school themed. Since the seven characters will be meeting at school in the drama. Would we be able to do that?”

“Yes, that sounds good. We have school props that we can use for the photoshoots, like desks and the blackboard. Yeonjun show them a picture that we have from a previous photoshoot where we did a school concept.”

“I don’t like that,” Haneul says, causing a few heads to look up. Jin looks down and shushes him.

“It’s not for you to like,” he says.

As the meeting went on, Haneul got bored and began picking at things on the table.

“Haneul please don’t touch anything,” Jin says, moving Haneul’s hand away from the table and holding onto them.

“What is it Mr. Kim?”

“Oh no sorry, I was talking to my son. Please,” Jin says, moving a hand to gesture to the camera. “Continue.”

After Jin lets go of Haneul’s hands, he immediately slams a hand on the keyboards, shutting it off.

“What did you do!” Jin yells. Trying to turn the laptop back on but it looks like it froze or something because it wasn’t turning on.

“I don’t want to be in the meeting,” Haneul says, watching Jin frantically trying to get his laptop to work. Jin sighs in annoyance, grabbing Haneul and putting him down next to him.

“Then why didn’t you stay with your siblings?” He says. “This is an important meeting Haneul, I was already supposed to be there in person and now I can’t even join--”

“I just want to play--”

“I’m speaking right now,” Jin says to him, turning to look him in the eye.

“Okay,” Haneul answers quietly.

“Is that right or not?”

“That’s right.”

“You did something wrong, do you agree?”

Haneul nods, his lip beginning to quiver and his eyes starting to water.

“Go stand in the corner, you’re in a time out,” Jin tells him, nodding to the corner of his office. Haneul burst into tears as he ran to the corner where his dad told him to go, holding his face in his hands.

“Stay there until I finish my meeting,” Jin tells him, returning back to his laptop. It still wasn’t turning on.

Jin runs his hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head. He grabs his phone and texts Yeonjun.

“Haneul shut off my laptop and it’s not turning on. I’ll connect through my phone just give me a few minutes.”

expect the unexpected

♡ part nineteen: daddy said no ♡

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: the part where jin says “im speaking right now” to “you did something wrong do you agree?” and everything in between was a real convo between him and yoongi when he kept talking while jin was talking😭 i’ll reblog this later with a link lol

edit: actually here it is: 0:39-0:44

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linawritesocs · 3 years ago

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my ocs in an idol au!

here are the profiles for an idol au collab with @waiting-on-a-dream!

also minnie is not here because i see her as their producer.

and yes, all songs i've chosen for them are kpop ones and not jpop but listen. they were easier to find.

i spent way too many hours on this because tumblr refreshed while i typed this post

(picrew link)

avery glass.

his skills.

singing: ☆☆☆

dancing: ☆☆☆

rapping: ☆☆☆☆ (is actually pretty good at it!)

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (refuses to admit that he likes doing cute concepts, but he really does have a talent for them)

coolness: ☆☆☆☆ (can pull off a cool concept too, but he rarely gets an opportunity to do so)

elegance: ☆☆☆ (his personality gets in the way..)

interacting with fans: ☆☆ (he's way too rude to them even though he genuinely loves his fans, but they already got used to it and some of them even want avery to call them idiots. they're just into that)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆ (again. all because of his personality)

photo shoots: ☆☆

his best concept: cute and nature-themed!

fun facts:

his designated color is hot pink.

he failed a lot of auditions because of his personality and he was told many times that he would get accepted otherwise because he's really pretty. in this au, that's the reason why avery hates being called pretty or beautiful, he wants to be more than that.

he has a lot of flowers sent by his fans in his room. he acts like it's not a big deal but he actually really likes them and takes good care of them.

minnie at first hated avery and told him that he's never gonna become a good idol because of his tsundere personality, but then she found out that avery's fans love him exactly because of that and think he's adorable.

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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vance mintberry.

his skills.

singing: ☆☆☆

dancing: ☆☆☆☆ (he's a really good dancer, but he hurts himself often during practice)

rapping: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he has so much energy, it's perfect for the faster parts of the songs!)

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he has that "cute younger brother" vibe, of course he's good at concepts like that!)

coolness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he's also really good at cool concepts and whenever he gets a chance to do it, his fans lose their minds)

elegance: ☆☆

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he's even too good at it. what do you mean, this is a "hand-holding event"? HE WILL HUG ALL OF HIS FANS.)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he's very energetic and fun to be around!)

photo shoots: ☆ (it's hard for him to stay still and sit or stand in the same pose for a period of time)

his best concept: cute, cool, sporty and video game-themed!

fun facts:

his designated color is mint green.

he also failed a lot of auditions because they wanted someone like merrill or roland and people thought that vance is too "immature" and "childish" for that. he's a bit insecure because of that and he wants to take part in more cool and mature songs.

he once mentioned that he likes skateboarding and he's good at it and his fans started calling him "skater boy" after that.

he gets injured so often that some of his fans started making memes about that, which offended his other fans who were genuinely worried about his health. but vance was okay with that and he even laughed at some of them once.

vance is generally the most "memeable" out of all my boys.

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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merrill gardner.

(listen, the picrew didn't have dark brown hair and braids)

his skills.

singing: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he's REALLY good at it. he has a strong and powerful voice)

dancing: ☆☆☆☆

rapping: ☆☆☆

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆ (he doesn't do cute concepts that often, but when he does, everyone loves it)

coolness: ☆☆☆

elegance: ☆☆☆☆☆ (IS A KING OF THIS CONCEPT)

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he definitely knows how to do it properly, but also likes to smile and wink at his fans, simply because he thinks their reactions are cute. and also because he likes the attention)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆☆ (he's okay at it, but he'd rather sit and talk about stuff, he's not that good at doing activities like guessing songs, playing games, etc)

photo shoots: ☆☆☆☆☆ (IT'S HIS WHOLE THING COME ON)

his best concept: he's good at most concepts, but his best ones are cute, cool, dark and elegant. AND MAN IS HE GOOD AT DOING FANSERVICE.

fun facts:

his designated color is mauve.

he's one of the boys that have the biggest number of fans.

he doesn't wear glasses in this au, but when he does (usually during the photo shoots).. yeah, his name becomes one of the most popular hashtags that day.

during one show, merrill had to read a few merrill x reader fics and guess which one was written by an idol like him. it turned out to be the most detailed and long one and it was written by allen. both merrill and allen fans had a field day with this and merrill fans made jokes about merrill being so attractive that even allen has a crush on him. ALLEN FANS MEANWHILE PRAISED HIS WRITING SKILLS.

merrill also does cosplay in this au and he still has a secret account, because he doesn't want to post those photos on his idol account. minnie told him many times that she's okay with it and she thinks him cosplaying popular characters would even help his reputation, but he's just.. too shy for that. some people do have theories about that mysterious cosplayer actually being merrill.

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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allen snowhill.

his skills.

singing: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he has a very pretty voice! it's soft and gentle, but he also can sing some very impressive notes)

dancing: ☆☆☆☆

rapping: ☆☆

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (say what you want about him, but this boy is cute)

coolness: ☆☆☆

elegance: ☆☆☆☆

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆☆ (he's kinda like vance but EVEN WORSE. if he likes a fan, he might just ask them out.)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he has a very chaotic personality and because of that, his fans remember every single scene that had allen in it because HE'S THAT ICONIC)

photo shoots: ☆☆☆

his best concept: cute, royal, romantic, dark and ironically, the winter concept.

fun facts:

his designated color is baby blue.

some of his fans think his creepy and weird behavior is just an act, meanwhile others think that he really is like that BUT THEY LOVE HIM FOR IT.

some people just know allen as "riley's cousin" and he hates being known as that. if he hears someone say "look, isn't that riley's cousin", he's THIS CLOSE to punching them.

the amount of yandere!allen x reader fics is.. huge. the amount of yandere-themed songs that he participated in doesn't help at all.

when allen fans found out that he gets cold easily and doesn't like winter, they thought that it was adorable. some fans, however, like to make jokes about allen being a weak baby (in an affectionate way) and when a new song comes out during winter and allen is there, they comment things like "ALLEN DIDN'T CATCH A COLD THIS TIME LET'S GOOOO"

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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roland thorn.

his skills.

singing: ☆☆☆☆ (he has a very pretty voice!!)

dancing: ☆☆ (he's.. he's a bit clumsy)

rapping: ☆ (HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND IT AT ALL)

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆ (he's unintentionally cute! his fans want to see him do a cute concept more often and he doesn't really understand why)

coolness: ☆ (please, this guy IS SUCH A DAD, HE'D BE SO BAD AT A COOL CONCEPT)

elegance: ☆☆☆☆☆

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆☆ (he's really friendly and sweet, but he often gets nervous, like what if he does something wrong and accidentally says something mean ;;)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆☆

photo shoots: ☆☆☆☆

his best concept: elegant, nature-themed, dark.

fun facts:

his designated color is english red.

most fans think that his eyepatch is simply an accessory and don't think that he actually has an injury.

him having to wear an eyepatch also negatively affected many of his auditions.

some fans suspect that he doesn't like allen that much because of his interviews. there are only three kinds of roland fans now: those who want to know everything about it and have a lot of theories, those who think it's something personal and they don't have the right to ask roland about it and.. those who write roland x allen enemies to lovers fics.

roland fans like to make jokes like "came for roland because i thought he was hot, stayed for roland because he's actually a cute and clumsy boy". roland is very insecure about that side of his, but his fans absolutely love him for it.

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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fake!jay polley.

his skills:

singing: ☆☆☆☆☆ (his voice is kinda similar to allen's, it's very soft and cute!)

dancing: ☆☆☆☆ (he's actually very good at it!)

rapping: ☆ (like roland, he.. he doesn't get it)

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he doesn't even try to act cute, he's just naturally adorable)

coolness: ☆

elegance: ☆☆☆☆☆ (very pretty!! very elegant!!)

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆ (he's.. kinda awkward. he doesn't really know how to talk to them and ends up sounding weird)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆☆

photo shoots: ☆☆☆☆

his best concept: royal, elegant and he's also in the nature-themed concept squad!

fun facts:

his designated color is lemon meringue.

in this au, real!jay got pressured into being an idol by his family, but he knew that he won't be good enough, so he created his clone, hoping that this jay will become a perfect idol. because of that, real!jay often has to deal with being mistaken for fake!jay when he's spending time outside.

jay's fans often send him cute stuffed animals and it makes him very happy.

jay's fans really hope that one day jay will do a cool or dark concept, even though he said before that he's not good at it. they often make jokes, saying that they just want to see him go absolutely wild.

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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austin valiente.

his skills.

singing: ☆☆☆☆ (he's actually surprisingly good at singing!)

dancing: ☆☆☆

rapping: ☆☆☆☆☆ (his rap is very aggressive and powerful and people usually don't expect to hear it from a cute-looking boy (even if he's a bit intimidating) like him)

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆ (he usually gets cool concepts, but he really wants to try a cute concept one day)

coolness: ☆☆☆☆☆

elegance: ☆☆ (like in avery's case, his personality gets in the way)

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆ (his fans love him, but they're also too scared to talk to him ;;)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆

photo shoots: ☆☆☆

his best concept: cool/"bad boy", urban, steampunk.

fun facts:

his designated color is cornflower blue.

he's in a similar situation as roland, people suspected that he doesn't like merrill, but they didn't talk that much about it.. and then one day a fan watched a stream that had austin and some other idols, noticed something weird and took a screenshot that showed austin having merrill merch in his room. austin denied everything, BUT HIS FANS WILL NEVER LET HIM LIVE IT DOWN.

austin accidentally mentioned liking magical girl anime during an interview and his fans thought it was cute and asked him for anime recs. he was too shy to do that at first, but eventually he did post his recommendations.

many avery and austin's fans are friends because the boys are very alike and their fans make memes about avery being a soft version of austin and austin being a cool version of avery. as they learned more about their personalities, fans went "NEVER MIND IT'S ACTUALLY THE OPPOSITE"

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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hayden dahl.

his skills:

singing: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he has a very wide vocal range and his voice can be cute and soft in one song and deep and emotional in the next)

dancing: ☆ (. not good at it. never mention dancing around him)

rapping: ☆☆

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he can do literally any concept)

coolness: ☆☆☆☆☆

elegance: ☆☆☆☆☆

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he's really good at it, he's always smiling, he's very polite and says how much his fans matter to him)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆☆☆

photo shoots: ☆☆☆☆☆

his best concept: he's good at all concepts, but fans think that his best concepts are dark, elegant and ethereal.

fun facts:

his designated color is antique brass.

it happens rarely, but fans did notice that hayden's personality is kinda different during live streams and he seems more tired and annoyed. some fans started to think that this proves hayden's idol personality being fake, but most fans started to worry about him.

because of that, hayden is now getting more fan mail and presents and after concerts, fans often ask if he's okay and say that they will love him and support him no matter what. hayden simply smiles and thanks them, but on the inside he's both very happy and.. very anxious. this means that he isn't that good at lying to people and hiding his true self.

hayden x allen is also pretty popular because of both boys looking cute, but being really good at dark and scary concepts.

hayden is trying to hide his bad dancing skills but some fans started to notice that he almost never dances and hayden not knowing how to do it has become a popular meme. his fans still love him though!

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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riley glacier.

his skills:

singing: ☆☆☆

dancing: ☆☆☆☆☆

rapping: ☆☆☆☆

cuteness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (he's just naturally cute, despite his face always being like this :|)

coolness: ☆☆☆☆☆ (AND HE CAN DO COOL CONCEPTS TOO)

elegance: ☆☆☆

interacting with fans: ☆☆☆ (he's not really good at it, but his fans don't care at all, they're just happy to see him)

participating in variety/internet/tv shows: ☆☆

photo shoots: ☆☆☆☆

his best concept: cute, sporty and summer.

fun facts:

his designated color is light orange.

he's VERY popular, he actually might become more popular than merrill one day. allen hates him for that, because he can't understand how his emotionless and quiet brother can be this popular.

riley's fans think he's adorable and every time he does something, like wave his hand or jump during a song, THEY GO ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. they're literally the "i love her lack of energy, go girl, give us nothing" meme.

in this au, riley had a bat in one of the song mvs and fans loved how he looked with it, so they started drawing fanart of riley holding a bat. riley checked it out during one of his streams and said that he likes it and that his fans are very talented.

during an interview, riley was too busy playing a rhythm game on his phone and he forgot that he has to answer a question. after that, he was asked for rhythm game recommendations, like austin with his magical girl anime and some fans joked about getting a rhythm game with riley and other members of his group one day.

how i imagine his solo to sound like:

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#i wish i could say i'm sorry for adding three loona songs #but i'm not. i love their songs #anyway which boy would you stan #i wanted to add more info about their interviews and glowsticks and other stuff #but. i spent like six hours on this.#I ACTUALLY CRIED BECAUSE OF TUMBLR DELETING ALL OF IT #beauty with self grown thorns: avery #a gamer skater boy: vance #idia's e boy servant: merrill #the ultimate simp: allen #the gardening club leader: roland thorn #the literature and animals lover: jay #the lonely mechanic: austin #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #allen's kuudere cousin: riley

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cookiedoughmeagain · 4 years ago

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HAVEN Unanswered questions

I started thinking about the various Haven questions that there don't seem to be any answers to. Seems to me there's quite a lot of them. So here, in no particular order, is a (full of SPOILERS!) non-exhaustive list:

Why did Simon Crocker hide his box of weapons in such a very extremely convoluted fashion and how likely did he think it was that Duke would actually find them in any sensible timeframe?

Was ‘suddenly owning an iguana for one scene having never before shown any interest in pets’ really the best reason a roomful of writers could come up with to explain why Duke (smuggler, conman and owner of a bar) might own a blacklight?

How did a silver box made way-back-when have blacklight writing on it anyway? Technically how did that work? What was its purpose?

If the Barn only puts a 27 year pause on the Troubles in Haven, that means the rest of the world is consistently paranormal? And therefore kind of even more paranormal than Haven?

What was Evi doing working with the Rev? Was she genuinely simply trying to help Duke, or was she working an angle? Did she know about the Troubles? What did she think the Rev’s motivation was? What were her final words (“If you don’t tell him, I will.”) about?

On one of the commentaries there is talk of how Duke and Nathan got up to “hijinks” together as teenagers. WHAT WERE THE HIJINKS?

What was the thing about Vince and Dave owning half the town, and why didn’t they want anyone to know?

Did Charlotte really think that wiping her daughter’s memories every 27 years was a fair or sensible punishment/rehabilitation programme that was ever likely to achieve anything productive?

Did Croatoan really spend 500 years in the void on his own? If so, how is he not dramatically more insane than the admittedly already quite high levels of insane he actually is?

Where was William for all that time? Banished to the void as well? Hanging out with Croatoan? Trying to kill each other?

Why was it deemed necessary to subject Mara to this incredibly invasive personality-wiping punishment but not William? For things they did together?

What happened to William when he went home? Was he welcomed back? Or banished again?

Exactly when did Garland adopt Nathan? Was his wife Nathan’s biological mother?

What was Duke’s mother’s name?

What brought Lucy to Haven before she knew about the Troubles? Did she have a job?

Exactly when did Lucy go to visit the original Lucy Ripley and how does that fit in with the rest of the 1980s timeline? How did she find out about her? She told the original Lucy that someone had died - which someone?

On one day in 1983, the Colorado Kid was killed, everyone’s memory wiped, his body taken to the Barn, his coffin filled with bricks and a message from Lucy to her future self (Was that really the best place you could think of Lucy?), and she went into the Barn. That was a Busy day - particularly given that there also had to be time beforehand for Lucy to meet a timetravelling Nathan, overhear him telling Garland about the kill-the-one-you-love concept, go to Dave’s and persuade him to lend her a gun, and go to meet James on the beach and almost shoot him with it. I mean, I know Haven can be a dramatic town sometimes, but that is A Lot.

Exactly how and when did Simon die? Did Lucy kill him? Was she involved? Was she there at the time? Was Duke? Were Vince and Dave involved?

What happened with Max Hansen trying to kill Vince in the 1980s?

How is Lizzie alive after the Troubles end? What is she even made of?

What are Croatoan and Vince going to do together alone in an empty white room for all eternity, and what happens to the Barn if they go a bit insane and murder each other because they just can’t stand the same company any more?

Are Troubles inherited the same way genetic traits are? If so, how are they not more intermingled between families after 500 years? (Maybe there is something about a lot of the Troubles that ties them to a particular family name, but why would Mara invent something so boringly patriarchal?)

Were there ever any female Crockers? If there were, would they have had the same curse?

In Harmony Duke says something to Nathan about “does she know the things you’ve done?” - implying that when they were younger Nathan did something illegal and/or possibly immoral that Duke knows about (because he was also involved?) but most people (or at least, Audrey) don’t. WHAT THINGS?

How close is the final season to the ending Sam & Jim had in mind when they started? How different would it have been if they’d had ten seasons to play with? How different would it have been if Sam & Jim had stayed as involved throughout all the seasons as they were at the beginning? WHAT DID THE MYTHOLOGY OUTLINE THEY SENT TO STEPHEN KING SAY?

What’s Duke's side of the story about the fishing trip when Nathan's Trouble got triggered?

What's the deal with Dave's birth parents? And Jennifer's? Who are these people coming through the void to leave halfling babies in Haven?

What exactly is Vince's Trouble? Did he inherit his position as head of the Guard? Did him and Dave grow up knowing all about the Troubles or did they have to find out the hard way?

What was Julia's Trouble? Did Eleanor have the same one?

WHAT HAPPENED TO GLORIA'S BOYFRIEND?

How do Landon Taylor's family survive the Troubles ending/pausing, given that they are effectively made of sand?

Given that Duke apparently knew Lucy well enough for her to give him a silver necklace with her initials on it, did he recognise Audrey when he pulled her out of the sea, and if so what did he think was going on?

HOW IS LIZZIE ALIVE?

Why is there a portal under a lighthouse controlled by a cheesy vampire novel? Mara wouldn't have designed a Trouble that could get her sent back home (presumably??) so did Charlotte put that there? WHYYYY? Why/how does Audrey have that novel in the first episode?

Wouldn't Nathan have recognised Duke in The Colorado Kid photo? (Especially given that he would very probably have seen the photo when he was a kid?) And wouldn't he have told Audrey that from the beginning?

Why did Vince and Dave write an article about "The Colorado Kid" when they clearly knew exactly who he was?

I'm sure there are probably more, so what have I missed? (Any answers also gratefully received lol)

#haven syfy #haven spoilers #haven syfy spoilers #haven unanswered questions #inquiring minds want to know

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novantinuum · 5 years ago

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On the corrupted!Steven theory...

So, originally when I mused on this yesterday I was just playing around with random possibilities.

After combing the series for info about corruption, though, I’m mildly spooked at the increased potential for this to... perhaps be a thing? I’m not saying that this is what I for sure believe will happen- to be honest, I’m not even sure Crewniverse would go this direction at all- but just for funsies, let’s see what kind of “evidence” or “foreshadowing” exists that might support this potential story path in the context of canon.

(EDIT: 10/7/19

I honestly no longer think this creature is a worm at all whatsoever, it’s either more akin to a horned caterpillar or potentially has limbs. Either way we can see so little right now that it’s hard to tell. I’m not editing the rest of this post because I want it to exist in its original form- but do keep this in mind reading the rest! XP)

1) The design of this worm creature.

Let’s start simple. Let’s start tangible.

For future reference and simplicity, I will be henceforth be referring to this creature as... “Wormy Boi.”

So, let’s see what we’ve got here. I’m definitely not the first person to point out this fella’s pink nature, and the jarringly human-like nose they’ve got. (Compared to other corruptions, which have had distinctly non-humanoid features.) In the photo above, we also have Wormy Boi sporting glowing pink eyes, which then send out a flare of pink light/energy. So, seemingly a powerful entity.

If you watch the short segment before they sit upright, you’ll see that Wormy Boi is super, super big. They’re in the background, but BOY do they loom. The shadows cast upon them especially push that sense of size. They’ve also got a whole bunch of spikes on their back and framing their face.

So, then. What evidence could be made for this being a corrupted!Steven, as opposed to some other run-of-the-mill monster?

Steven Universe Future is a limited series, described as ‘tying up loose ends.” To me, as a viewer, it would make far more sense for the antagonists/conflicts to deal with big concepts that have already been established since there’s such a limited amount of time we have left with this world. Introducing a completely alien species in the last act of the show would feel offbeat from both a writing and a viewing perspective. Corruption- on the other hand- is something we don’t have full answers to yet.

We don’t see any gem, yes- but Steven’s gem is- of course- on his belly. If this theory were to be true, that would translate to the gem being on Wormy Boi’s underside, far out of our sight in this shot, due to how massive they are. As an addition to this, not showing the gem gives an air of mystery to this creature’s true nature- which makes it seem like there’s something surprising to discover here.

A corrupted diamond would surely be MASSIVE. Also, very powerful. The beam of pink light hints at Wormy Boi being quite a powerhouse.

The spikes on Wormy Boi’s back and around their face highly resemble rose thorns. We all know how much the Crewniverse loves their rose symbolism, and design wise, this aspect would make a lot of visual sense for a corrupted Steven. Running off of that:

The face/nose shape and the five horns on this creature’s head give off a very Steven-like silhouette.

The nose, of course. The face has a very Steven-like shape to it, overall- although noticeably more angular and sharp. The mouth is reminiscent of the Watermelon Stevens’ mouths. And as for the horns, there’s five of them positioned equidistant around their face, just as Steven’s hair is always formed from five lil’ bumps at the same positions.

Okay, moving on.

(Read more under the cut!)

2) We do not yet understand the true nature of corruption.

“I guess it’ll take more than a kiss to heal damage from the Diamonds…” -Pearl, Monster Reunion

Corruption is still- bafflingly- a huge mystery. The Gems we’ve watched the CGs bubble since season one have been healed, yes, but there are still many gaps in our understanding of it. With Steven Universe Future’s promise to address some lingering story threads, it would make sense if corruption was on the plate for further discussion. So, what DO we know?

We know it’s something the Diamonds can do. Interestingly, it doesn’t seem to require all four diamonds. Three of them together were able to cause all the damage to Earth. There’s also no statement made that more than one Diamond is required to cause effects like that.

In Legs From Here to Homeworld, Blue and Yellow Diamond weren’t actually aware the corruption was something they were capable of producing. They seemed to assume they obliterated the Gems on Earth. Corruption is then, even a mystery to them. That’s... odd, isn’t it?

Pearl states that it’s “something nearly impossible to describe.” Garnet goes further to say... “It’s sorta like... if MC Bear-Bear didn’t tear the fabric of his arm, but the fabric of his mind.”

"A sound… A song?” There’s a lot of association between corruption and music.

It causes Gems to lose touch with their usual forms, instead warping into a more outwardly "monstrous” version of themselves that appear to be “just a bundle of fight-or-flight reflexes and survival instincts.” As seen by Centipeetle in Monster Buddy and Monster Reunion, it appears as if corrupted Gems try to regenerate with their original forms if unbubbled, but are simply not in a state where they can maintain that.

As seen with Jasper in Earthlings, extreme emotional distress very much seems to speed up corruption’s effects. This is less of a stated fact and more of my read on that episode, but I believe it to be an important tidbit, especially since Garnet states that corruption’s damage is mental rather than physical, at least at its core. This can also be seen in Monster Reunion with how Centipeetle’s partial healing backfires when she remembers the trauma of being corrupted and reacts strongly.

Now, when it comes to healing corruption, Steven tries to heal Centipeetle himself, and does make some nice progress... helping her regain a hold on herself as he treats her with love and compassion and understanding... but it’s ultimately not a healing that can occur in isolation, helping her on his own. She needs more support before she can heal from this corruption to a state where she can truly be herself again.

And that eventually comes in the form of the other Diamonds. So, all four diamonds can help relieve the corruption if they help these Gems all together.

3) How could this theory potentially fit into the story anyways, you nutter?

Well, here’s the part of this post where I make some broad conjectures. I honestly am shooting fish into a barrel here because again- we know barely anything about how corruption actually happened initially, and my thoughts are very jumbled. Please forgive me.

"I don’t really know how the corruption works. It’s like they’re sick. They don’t remember who they used to be.” -Steven, Gem Hunt

So, corruption seems to be a mental ailment of Gemkind, turned manifest. It also seems to have a deep connection to a Gem’s emotions, with Centipeetle growing smaller and slightly calmer upon feeling more secure in Steven’s presence, and corruption speeding up as Jasper grew more and more emotionally overwrought and self-deriding about herself.

When it comes to the Diamonds and how they perhaps caused it originally- without fully realizing- we know that at least Blue and White have abilities focused on causing others to act in certain ways. Blue has sway over one’s emotions, and White has a knack for forcing her thoughts and self upon others. (I’m not sure how Yellow’s ability would play in here.) Mayhaps, mixed with their grief and guilt and anger, their power simply pressed all of that hurt emotion onto all the Gems on Earth in one whole fail swoop...? Tearing their minds in the process of it all?

The question I still have, though- is whether a single diamond could produce effects like this. And whether a diamond could turn that ability on themself.

Could Steven accidentally corrupt himself? Why might that happen?

Well, let’s look at our boy here.

He’s got a wide circle of support at this time in canon, but notably, he’s notorious for bottling up his emotion and not letting others in to help him- instead dropping everything to help them with their problems. Just to name a few examples (a few):

The Test. He feels betrayed and hurt at the Gems for a moment about the way they’re babying him with the rigged test, but instead of admitting the hurt he feels about the scenario, bottles that up to help them feel more like good guardians.

Joy Ride. He opens up to the Cool Kids about deep, incredibly troubling stuff that’s long been on his mind, but he’s never once talked about it with his family.

Mindful Education. The perils of bottling one’s emotions is literally the whole plot of the episode. The kid has a full out sobbing breakdown while he’s plunging to his death. Connie gets through to him a little here, but later episodes show that the resolution we see here is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Steven’s internal issues.

Storm in the Room. Externally, Steven tries so hard to put on a guise of content and positivity, but once alone in Rose’s room feels safe enough to let the full brunt of his emotional trauma come out in an almost explosive manner. Geeze, get this kid some hugs.

Gemcation. Steven actually fails bitterly on putting on his customary smile in this episode, simply because the weight of his problems have become such an impossible burden to him. When the other Gems are trying to help him open up, he isn’t immediately responsive to their efforts.

What’s Your Problem? Amethyst spends the whole episode trying to cheer Steven up and find out how he’s doing, and instead Steven downplays his own feelings on the matter and ends up helping her sort out her own emotional issues.

So to sum: Many an Emotional Issue, a chronic tendency to avoid outwardly addressing said issues in favor of helping everyone else instead... and to avoid accepting other people’s help.

Even if he’s surrounded by all these people who love him, the fact of the matter is that Steven still feels as if he has to face his own inner demons alone.

Now, let’s look at the lil’ teasing synopsis that was given for Steven Universe Future:

“After saving the universe, Steven is still at it, tying up every loose end. But as he runs out of other people’s problems to solve, he’ll finally have to face his own.”

Blatantly sounds like we’re gonna finally get some addressing of Steven’s emotional state, now doesn’t it?

4) A concept on what could, theoretically happen

“Maybe… it IS a guy in a monster costume. I don’t mean literally, silly! What I mean is... there might be a conscious Gem still inside there, somewhere. What if the monster is turning back and forth into its original form? If it is, it might not be as corrupted as we think! There might still be a chance to save it!” -Steven, Gem Hunt

Suppose Steven- by some as-of-yet unknown means- ends up accidentally corrupting himself. His sorry emotional state only further amplifies the effects of this corruption, and makes it really hard to retain control. Wormy Boi as a form could be like... all his inner demons made manifest, a metaphoric mirror into his current mental state. But- as he is half-human- he’s not entirely unaware of what’s happening. Perhaps... as the quote above could be sneaky foreshadowing for... how he’s turning back and forth between this corrupted form and his normal form.

He likely wouldn’t want everyone to see him like this, doesn’t want everyone to visibly know the sheer depth of how much he’s hurting. But just like the corrupted Gems were only able to be helped in community, with the support of the CGs and the Diamonds in preparing the fountain, Steven can’t fix this on his own.

He can no longer face the dark alone.

At some point, everyone has to take a brave step. Reach out. Accept help.

Steven’s helped so many people, and surely he deserves that same love and care in return, too.

And perhaps, when he’s eventually healed from this- and has gotten the opportunity to be open with his family and friends about the hurt he’s facing- he’ll be left with “corruption scars” as well. I think it’s an important thing to address, that no one goes through experiences like these without lingering effects. Stuff stays with you. Healing is not always linear. But life is a continuous journey, and with the support of people who love you surrounding, you too can make a change... can continue to live to the fullest at every moment possible.

I think the above would be a lovely moral for Steven Universe to tackle in its last run of episodes, no matter how they approach it- daft corruption theory or not.

Now, in the end- a reiteration. This is just a wild theory. I’m not trying to be any authoritative voice saying that this is for sure what will happen, because in reality I have no idea what Crewniverse is cooking. However, I do think it’s fun speculation, and I am kinda spooked at how well things fit.

Whatever happens, I’m sure it will make me weep like a baby, though. Hoh boy. Grant me sanity in these coming months as we wait for answers.

#su #steven universe #su future #steven universe future #su theory #corrupted steven theory #my post stuff #long post #the mighty 500 #1K #2K #3K #4K #5K

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hypmic-writings · 4 years ago

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Can I please get Headcanons for Fling Posse with an Idol girlfriend? Like she has her own idol group and everything, thank you!

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Pairing: Ramuda Amemura x fem!reader; Gentaro Yumeno x fem!reader; Dice Arisugawa x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This one was cute! Hope you enjoy~

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Ramuda Amemura:

Even before you met, Ramuda thought you were one of the coolest idols

I headcanon that he’s made a lot of clothes for different idol groups, and he actually met you when he was doing the dresses for an upcoming photo shoot that you and your group were a part of

even after the two of you get together, he’s always making sure your outfits look good and that your stylist does a good job

throughout the relationship, Ramuda is going to go out of his way to make sure everyone knows that the two of you are together

since you have so many fans, some of them can be intense, so Ramuda has no problems with declaring you as his girlfriend and making sure nobody tries to infringe on your personal space

he will use force if necessary...seriously, don’t tempt him

he’s always in the front row of every one of your concerts and if he can’t make it, he likes to watch you perform on TV

Ramuda tells you, and anyone who’ll listen, that you look like an angel on stage and that you’re the most talented girl in the world

he would never tell you this, but he secretly dislikes your group members - especially when they have more lines than you, don’t let you talk during a talk show, or try to one up you in any way

but he knows you love them though, so he never talks about it

one time he tried to convince you to sing into his hypnosis microphone because he wanted to know if it would work, but you refused because you didn’t know what would happen

he has A TON of your merch and one of his favorite things is a little plushie of you because he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

Ramuda also makes it a point to buy all of your albums and play them on repeat until Dice and Gentaro threaten to break his speakers

if you ever have a world tour, he would tag along if you asked him to and he would make the whole thing like a mini-vacation

also the type to have 100 different twitter accounts to like and retweet and spread all the good information about your group

and sometimes to drag the antis as well

Gentaro Yumeno:

Gentaro finds your idol persona to be very interesting

he supports you, of course, and he’s always cheering you on, getting excited with you about comebacks and new tour dates

he likes it when you tell him about crazy stories that happened with your group because he feels like he’s being told secret information

but he’s not as loud or showy as Ramuda and Dice, so it’s not that big of a deal for him if you have a dating ban or not

Gentaro has mastered the art of stay-at-home dates anyways

he loves listening to your music and he thinks your vocals and dance abilities are extremely impressive

he also loves seeing the outfits you group wears, especially if you ever wear traditional japanese garb for a concept album/track

if you ever ask him to help you write a song, he’s going to be the happiest man alive

he’ll immediately give you all of his ideas for poems that he’s been working on and will help you figure out how to turn them into lyrics

whenever rumors or misinformation comes out about you, Gentaro feels frustrated because he wants to tell everyone the truth, but he also doesn’t want you to get backlash for either having a boyfriend or for not being able to stand up for yourself

ultimately, he’ll do what he does best - talk with you about it and give you the comfort you need to get away from the tabloids for a while

Gentaro owns all of your albums, but he doesn’t have too much of your other merchandise

he’s the type to listen to your album when it first drops, alone in his room so he can really hear and understand the music

he does have a few pencils with your group’s name and logo on it, though and he treasures them

he also has a few erasers but he refuses to use them and ruin the design

he’s been to some of your concerts, and he’s always enjoyed them whenever he’s gone, but going to concerts isn’t his favorite pastime so he’ll find many other ways to support you as well

overall, he’s going to love that you’re an idol, but he’s going to be the most low-key about it and still treat you like you

Dice Arisugawa:

Dice thinks it’s absolutely amazing that you’re an idol

whenever you tell him about your group and the next comeback, he just watches you excitedly

he loves it whenever you have to learn choreography for a song and sometimes he just sits on the couch laughing at you when you mess it up

until you tell him to join in if he thinks it’s so easy - at which point he’ll promptly shut up with a sheepish look

likewise, if you get to keep some clothes or mementos from a photo shoot or a MV shoot, he might steal them

one time you let him sell one of the jackets on the internet and you were both able to go to a 5 star restaurant with the money you got for it

he’s also definitely the type to sell your signed receipts, used napkins, and literally anything else he can find

he always wants to keep up with the group’s schedule and whenever you guys have a show, he’ll be there to cheer for you

as long as you either pay for the tickets or get him free backstage passes

since Dice is a gambling man, I can 100% imagine him betting on your group winning during every awards season

you try to tell him that it’s impossible for your group to win every award in every category that they’re put into, but Dice doesn’t care

he has a lot of faith in you so he’s putting his money where his mouth is

and he actually tends to make quite a profit on those days since your group is fairly good

he’s too broke to buy your merch or any of your official things, but he’ll find other ways to support you

he’s going to get a bit annoyed with all of the fans that hound you, especially if you get seen in public

if your company has a dating ban and the two of you are dating in secret, Dice will get even more frustrated because he can’t just throw his arms around you and pull you away

however, if you two are openly dating, he’s going to have no problem telling people to move out of the way and that they’re bothering you

because he wants everyone to know that he’s your biggest fan and that you’re his girlfriend

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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phoenix-manga · 4 years ago

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Precious Glass [pt. 2]

Vil was going to the photo studio for another modeling project, it was a brand from another kingdom that was going to open a store in the Pyroxene kingdom. They managed to contact his manager, Adela, to set a schedule for him to wear one of their designs and pose for pictures. His manager is an opportunist who can always get in contact with offers to boost his reputation as a supermodel.

When he arrives, his manager ushers him to the dressing room to get him ready. When his stylist presented the attire, he would be wearing he was caught off guard. He has modeled for a lot of fashion brands and most of them just feel the same, though different in style it was still putting clothes on a mannequin for people to wear. The outfit in front of him was different, from the top decorated with carefully placed gems, to the pants that complement the figure of his legs. It was almost like the outfit was made for him specifically.

Every detail is according to his tastes, whoever the designer was they had done a thorough research on him.

He puts on the outfit and then has his hair and makeup done, then it was off to the studio. All eyes were on him as he made his way to the set.

Moments later, the pictures were taken and he went over to see how the photos came out. The light that hit the gems on his coat made the photo glitter and sparkle, almost like some sort of magic spell was cast on him, he looked like a fairytale prince.

Vil was sure that the person who designed the clothes was no ordinary person, they clearly have the talent for using clothes as a tool rather than just fabric you wear, this concept of clothing was something that he hasn’t seen before. While he was lost in his thoughts, taking note of all the details of everything, he didn’t notice the manager usher someone towards him until his name was called, he turned to Adela to see a young girl with sea pink hair next to her.

“Vil, this is Ella Glaciel, she’s filling in for her father who was supposed to be here but unfortunately he couldn’t make it. She’s the designer of the outfit you wore for the shoot.”

That was intriguing information, he’s vaguely heard of the name Glaciel but they had just started to set up branches on other kingdoms so it was still fairly new and quite a far cry from the top brands that were more commonly known. He can see why the brand was unusually goring in popularity despite the recent debut abroad.

“I’ll let you two get acquainted, I need to take this call” his manager walked off to the side as she conversed on her phone.

“Schoenheit-senpai, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Was the outfit to your liking? I made sure to pay attention to what color matches with your complexion and what fabric feels comfortable.” Ella gives a small smile as he folds her hands over her skirt.

She was a rather interesting individual, he could say that much. People usually can’t contain themselves when they meet him because he’s a top tier supermodel. But he has to admit that professionalism makes her easy to work with and her mannerisms almost make her seem like a princess. He holds out his hand to offer her a handshake which she accepts.

“There was nothing wrong I could find with the outfit, Miss Ella. The fabric wasn’t scratchy or tight when I moved and the gemstones were cleverly placed on the coat. Any pose I do makes the lighting in the photos better… almost like it’s a man-made special effect.” His praise makes Ella grin and beam with delight.

“I’m so glad you like it! I’ve worked on that design for weeks, my folder was almost full and out of space with all the revisions I’ve done…” she says as her expression becomes relieved.

Vil can’t help but chuckle a bit, this Ella girl certainly made an impression on him. She doesn’t even know how hard it was for the others to even get a word of “I like it” from him, and for him to easily compliment her work at their first meeting meant that Vil has found another person who might aid him to becoming the ultimate beauty.

‘It’s a shame that she’s not a student of NRC, if she were then she would have been a worthy addition to Pomefiore’ he thought.

He asks for her phone and they trade magicam IDs, “This must be fate for us to meet, Miss Ella… If you get any new designs, do let me know~”

“Of course! I’ll be sure to send you a picture!” When it was time for him to get back to taking pictures, Ella had to leave since she had somewhere to be. She bids him farewell and exits the studio, unaware that Vil was staring at her back.

He thought she was an interesting little potato- no… with how much her hard work and efforts into making his outfit impressed him she can’t be labeled with a muddy potato, she was more like a brilliant sapphire.

‘A shame she can’t stay a bit longer, I wanted to ask more questions about the brand… maybe next time then, Little Sapphire’

When Ella got onto her carriage, she squealed and flailed about inside, she was trying her damn hardest to keep a professional face in that studio for as long as she possibly can. Ella couldn’t believe her luck, she got to meet THE Vil Schoenheit in person. Was a fairy godmother watching over her and granted her this fateful meeting as a reward? It may as well be, because he never does anything like trade magicam IDs with anyone!

‘Meeting Vil… he seemed very much like a prince! I can’t wait to see him model the clothes I made again!’ she felt like everything was too real to be true and one might assume that it’s all a dream. But it wasn’t, the coachman rode her back to the hotel where she was staying as the sun went down, after he calmed himself down after being startled by Ella’s screaming inside.

When Vil returned to Pomefiore, Rook was the first to greet him and despite the dorm leader’s neutral face, the hunter could tell that he seemed to be in high spirits.

“My, my~ What happened today for you to be so full of joy, Roi du Poison?”

“Ah, Rook… I found a lovely sapphire at the photo shoot today” Vil replies with a wave of his hand as he and his vice dorm leader head to the lounge.

“Sapphire? This is the first time our lovely dorm leader has met someone who has garnered so much praise! Pray tell, who might that be?” Rook’s interest was piqued. Vil just smirks before walking off, “It’s better if you see her for yourself… But I will tell you this, they looked like a fragile porcelain doll”.

Vil wasn’t wrong when Rook became even more interested in this mystery person who has won over the queen’s approval. If that person was being compared with a gemstone then hopefully, they can help adorn the queen’s crown with their brilliance to bring out the beauty of both sides.

#phnx #dca #dca stories #diamond crown academy #ella glaciel #vil schoenheit #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt

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ba-hons-film-blog · 3 years ago

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Film Genre - ‘Sceptic’

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https://vimeo.com/654539143

Conception:

After going with a gothic horror still for the master shot exercise, the group decided we wanted to stick with that genre for the script exercise. We each went off to write our scripts and when we gathered together again, decided to go use Beth and Sofia’s ideas for the pitching exercise. After getting the feedback from the pitch and reflecting on which idea would be most feasible to actually make, we decided on Beth’s idea.

This idea would begin as a conventional gothic film, only to pan around and reveal we are actually on a student film set. After the lead actress Julie berates the film and mocks the director's cautioning tone, she goes off for a smoke. When she returns, she hears strange noises and goes back into the room to find the photo has changed, and the script in her hands lights on fire. She swears in pure fear, before the screen cuts to black. We liked this idea, as we felt it was a fun subversion of the genre, and felt it was generally just a fun idea.

There were certain elements of this version that were changed: we couldn't use real cigarettes on a set and did not have access to fake ones, so this was changed to cocaine (actually flour), which we felt would add ambiguity to the events of the film, and the script lighting on fire changed to the photo frame cracking and the photo itself disappearing.

Pre-Production:

For this project I was director of photograph/camera operator and editor, Beth was production designer and boom operator, Sofia was director, and Tom was producer and sound recordist/editor, although we would switch between roles from time to time.

After deciding on an idea, the next issue was choosing a location. We considered the Greyfriars Kirkyard, where we had done the master shot exercise, but worried about the possible risks in shooting outside, mainly if the weather was poor on the day of our shoot, and so decided an inside location would be preferable. Shooting inside did mean we wouldn't be able to use lit candles, which we had used for the master shot exercise, but we figured we would be able to work our way around this by using the led lights and orange filters.

We looked into filming in the Churchill theatre and other locations, with no luck, before we inquired about filming in the Edinburgh Napier Student Union Bar, after the Three Sisters Bar. We were able to get a filming window of six hours from 12am to 6pm on the 14th of November. Myself, Sofia and Tom were able to visit the location two days before the shoot, to see how it looked for filming and to take some reference photos, which was very helpful.

For this film, we needed two actors. For the role of Julie, Beth asked her friend Sam, and for the role of the director, the group turned to the Facebook group “The Meadows Share” to find an actor. We got three responses, and went with Samuel Clarke after seeing his audition tape.

Much like the other groups, we had problems with booking our equipment, but luckily we were able to get everything we needed. Prior to the shoot, we made sure to test all the equipment at Beth’s flat. The majority of it worked fine, but we had the issue that the monitor wouldn’t connect to the camera. Additionally, the footage of the camera came out looking very flat with regard to the colour. We spoke to Andrew O’Connor about this and he said this was because the camera was shooting in log. He told us we could shoot in video instead, which would give us a more colourful image in the camera but would reduce our options for colour grading in post production, or we could shoot in log, which could look very grey on set but would give us a greater number of options in post. We decided based on this to film in video, as while some of us had some knowledge of colour grading, we preferred the prospect of having an image that, whilst it could be improved, would look fine without colour grading, as opposed to an image we would 100% need to colour grade.

Production:

On the day of the shoot, Sunday the 14th of November, we met at Beth’s flat at 10:30. After taking the equipment downstairs, we booked an Uber to transport us and the equipment to the Student Union Bar. After we arrived, we met up with Samuel Tabotta (he had lent us his lav mics and had agreed to help out our group) and, after the staff had finished cleaning up, we headed in and started setting up the equipment. Shortly afterwards, the other two Sam’s showed up and Sofia talked them through their roles. As we were setting up, Tom realised he had left his bag in the Uber, which was a problem as he had the dress Julie was meant to be wearing, but luckily, he was able to get the driver to come back.

Once we had set up, we started with the whip pans. The initial set up took longer than we would have liked but after that, once we were in the swing of things, things moved along faster. We did have some issues during the shot, such as Samuel Clarke’s lav mic not recording, and after a certain point we stopped using the clapperboard (this wasn't a huge issue at the time but was a pain in the edit). We did run behind the schedule Sofia had made for us and as we went on we ended up overlooking details (like the importance of the cocaine), but generally things went well and it was great fun to actually be making a film!

Sometime after five, we ran into the issue that live music was being played beneath us. Luckily we didn't have any large portions of dialogue to film, however we still have one final line and we had not yet recorded the room tone. With our final line, we would wait for the gaps in the songs and then we would rush over to the camera to try and record the line in time, usually without success.

Once we had finished filming, we packed up the equipment, and returned to Beth’s flat, where we all enjoyed some well-deserved food.

Post-Production:

For this project, I was in charge of editing. I started by syncing up the video and the audio, which was somewhat difficult in places due to the fact we stopped using a clapperboard after around the midpoint of the shoot, however in those instances I was able to sync it up with Sofia calling “Action!” instead.

It didn't take too long to get back into the swing of using Avid again, even though some settings were different than when I had Avid on my own laptop. I managed to put together a first rough cut, although Sofia and I didn’t quite see eye to eye on certain choices due to having different styles of editing. There resulted in some tension, but after receiving some feedback from Zoe, Loe and Juliet, we then got back to work with this feedback in mind and both made a conscious effort to get on the same page with the edit. Usually, I am more of a fast paced editor, for better or worse, and I like to regularly cut between actors to see as many microexpressions as possible. However these quicker cuts admittedly didn't quite work for ‘Sceptic’, which is not an overly frenetic film. This can be seen in the opening whip pans, which hold on the actors for a good amount of time before panning back, so in keeping with this it makes sense to cut less. Additionally, based on this feedback, we made the decision to cut a few of Julie's lines after she mocks the photo, as the lecturers felt these lines were redundant based on what had already been said.

I also added the different aspect ratio for the sequences when Julie is acting. I would've liked to have the aspect ratio gradually shift but I didn't know how to do that, so instead I tried to hide the first and third change in the whip pan, and just had the second one appear after the clapperboard leaves the frame.

On the 30th of November and the 1st of December, once we had our picture lock, we then recorded the foley sounds in Beth’s flat, like we had done for the sound project. We did the bulk of our sounds on the first day, including crew murmuring (including me doing various wacky voices that sadly did not make the final cut), Julie’s footsteps and Julie’s final line, and spent the second recording the sounds of objects being thrown around the room.

Following this, Tom took the reins for the sound edit. Myself and Beth popped in to join on at regular intervals to feedback on what he was doing, and while Sofia couldn't make it, we kept her in the loop by uploading our edits to Vimeo/YouTube, although these videos where often few and far between, and we could’ve done with uploading more.

After adding some titles and adding the music and final sounds, we exported the movie. Due to the deadline, we didn't have quite as much time as we'd hoped to finesse everything on the sound edit, and we were happy with the large majority of the film. We also had some issues with exporting the film and having the colours be the same in the export as they were in avid, but luckily we were able to ask Alex McLaren for help.

Crit Feedback:

Pros:

The editing was good, bar the director's line when it cuts away from the whip pan shots and to the wide - I would agree with this, this was an issue we spent a lot of time trying to fix in the edit. We did have a version that worked with the audio, but it felt a little flat, and was a little quick cut, which could work to change the pace of the scene but also felt at odds with the rest of the edit

Aspect ratio change worked nicely to differentiate the film with a film section from the rest of the film

The location was good and the blocking with the black pillar between the two actors worked nicely to show the conflict between them

The whip pan was very good - as the camera operator I was glad to hear that this worked

Sound is effective at creating a sense of the set - if was said it would be nice to see more people on the set, so we could see where these sounds where coming from, although we weren't able to do this as it went against the brief

The way the score stops with the director clapping is nice

The surprise at the beginning (with the reveal this is actually a film set) was good - this was nice to hear as, having seen the film so many times, you forget how it would look to someone with no prior knowledge of the film

Good production design

Good pacing

Final line was good, and it got the biggest chuckle out of the audience on both viewings

The actors were both good, with someone saying Samuel Clarke in particular did a good job playing a slightly pretentious student director

Cons:

The photo of the dead husband was too bright in the close up, compared to how dark it looked in the wider shots

You couldn't see any light in Julie’s eyes for the backstage/cocaine scene. A reflector could have been used to solve this problem

Julie’s face is quite dark when she is looking at the photo (although it is fine when she turns to face the director) - again, this could have been solved by using a reflector when she is looking at the photo

The pan up was a little too slow, with the director already standing up before the camera has stopped panning

Take out Sam’s earrings, as while they work for a dodgy student film, it does break the impression of this fake world before the director calls cuts

The cocaine was a little hard to see, and there didn't seem to be too much of it

The imagery does not change after Julie takes the drugs, and they seem to have no real effect on her. Additionally, the sound of the glass breaking and the objects being thrown around occur too early to leave any ambiguity as to whether this is really happening or is a result of the cocaine

More in soundscape, particular at the end for the stuff being thrown around - people felt this scene seemed a empty, and that it should feel more chaotic

Weird sound at the end doesn't work for what is on screen

Use more organic noises for ghost sounds

Other:

Drugs - does it work? There seemed to be a good deal of mixed opinions as to whether the cocaine added anything to the film. Some people felt it didn't need to be there, whereas others felt it was quite a funny moment and added to the characterisation of Julie. I feel part of it is down to personal preference, but it felt some of these issues were due to the execution. If we were able to go back, I would try to put slightly more clarity on the cocaine itself and give a longer beat before Julie starts to hear any noises. Obviously we couldn't wait too long, but if we gave it more for a beat, I feel there would be more ambiguity as to the reality of the supernatural events

Another suggestion was to reuse the whip pan for the final line, which would have tied in nicely to the beginning of the film. I think this could have been a nice touch to bring the film full circle

Conclusion:

Overall, people seemed to enjoy the film and despite some issues, I am very happy with the finished product! I feel group 4 worked very well together and all the guys did a great job with their respective roles.

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justlurkinnothurtin · 4 years ago

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Soooooo I wrote thing based on a post I saw on @buggachat which was originally posted by @flashflashitsash. Enjoy reading about Adrien stuck in an uncomfortable after dinner discussion.

(Also, I really hope I’m doing this right. I was inspired by said post which pondered the concept that Adrien has not received the talk from anyone in the Agreste household. I took that idea and ran with it, but I wanted to make sure everyone was credited properly. If there is something I should be doing, please let me know.)

Nathalie takes a deep breath. She knocks on the heavy oak door twice before entering Gabriel’s office. Per Gabriel’s request to keep meetings short, she skips the greetings and the pleasantries and speaks directly to the heart of the matter. “Sir, the housekeepers are refusing to clean Adrien’s room.”

Gabriel doesn’t bother looking up from the touch screen. He continues to review designs submitted by staff as he discusses the issue with his assistant. “Adrien picks up after himself, so his room is usually easy to clean. Why is housekeeping refusing to clean Adrien’s room?”

Nathalie stalls. She knows her boss is never in a good mood, doubly so when his in-laws visit. “They found a cheese in his room.”

Gabriel stops futzing with his work. He looks over at Nathalie for clarification. “I’m not following. Did they find a moldy cheese that was somehow forgotten about?”

The assistant chooses her words carefully to convey the situation without being too direct. “They found a smashed cheese. Under his pillow. In his bed.”

Gabriel considers new bits of information. “I see.”

No one speaks as the reality of the situation settles. The silence in the room grows palatable. Nathalie breaks the silence first. “I’m not talking to your son about his… habits. That is not in the scope of my job as your assistant.”

Gabriel scowls and growls his words at Nathalie. “I didn’t ask you to.” Gabriel pulls up his calendar. The next several days look very busy. “Clear my schedule for this evening. Adrien and I will be having dinner alone, after Amelie and Felix leave.”

“Yes sir.” Nathalie taps on her tablet to begin rescheduling as she walks out of the office.

Later that evening

Adrien and Gabriel eat dinner in silence. As Gabriel finishes his meal, he pushes his plate away and leans back in his chair, waiting for Adrien to finish. Adrien notices his father’s not-quite relaxed posture. Adrien breaks the ice. “It was nice to have dinner with you, Father. Do you have another meeting you need to get to? If not, then we could watch a movie or play game.” The son does his best to hide his excitement at the prospect of being able to spend some quality time with his father. Dinners together are rare, and rarer still is spending time together after.

The light glints off the father’s glasses in a foreboding manner. Gabriel settles in for a serious discussion. “Actually, before we do anything else, we need to talk.”

“Talk? Did I do something wrong?” A wave of disappointment crashes over Adrien. It seems like his father only ever talks to him if something was not up to standards.

Gabriel reframes the conversation away from wrong-doing. “Not wrong per se, but concerning.” Gabriel takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. “Everyone has urges. It’s natural to seek out a release from such urges, but you should never use food or everyday objects for such a release. Those activities should be limited to your hands, object designed for the task, or a consenting partner. I would appreciate it if you held off on the last one until you were older.”

Adrien’s eyes become pinpoints. The confusion sets in. “What are you talking about?”

Gabriel is not amused. “If you’re creative enough to use cheese, then I’m sure you’re creative enough to figure how to use your hands, Adrien. I’ll make sure your room is stocked with tissues and lotion from now on. No more keeping whole cheese wheels in your room. Food belongs in the kitchen.”

Adrien rests his elbows on the table and sinks his head into his hands. He wonders aloud and mostly to himself. “What is happening right now?”

Gabriel’s face somehow grows sterner. He relays the facts of the day’s earlier incident to his son. “A used cheese was found under your pillow. No should have to clean up after your… activities.”

A look of realization flashes across Adrien’s face. He remembers Plagg complaining about Felix ruining the cheese Plagg had been aging. “I promise I didn’t do whatever it is you think happened to that cheese.”

A sigh of relief makes its way through the older Agreste. Gabriel is relieved that his child is not into cheese. Unfortunately they still have more to address. “I believe you, but the rest of this discussion is important information we should have talked about earlier. Concerning consenting partners; no Gabriel brand or household employees, no one from competing brands, and you should avoid anyone from your pool of fans.”

Adrien looks up at his father. The younger Agreste’s brows furrow as he checks his understanding. “So basically my classmates or Kagami?”

Gabriel rejects the suggestion almost by reflex. “Not Kagami. If things turned sour it could affect the agreements between Gabriel and Tsurugi.” They could not afford to lose the contract with Tsurugi concerning factories in the east.

“So my classmates?” asks Adrien.

Gabriel scratches his chin and reconsiders. “Doesn’t one of your classmates run the Ladyblog? Not her either. In fact, no journalists.”

Adrien raises one eyebrow. He thinks he is starting to catch on to the discussion. “Alya? I’m pretty sure she’s dating Nino.”

Gabriel reminds himself that Emilie would want to present a united and accepting front just in case their son needed the reassurance concerning his orientation. “Nino would be okay if you’re into that sort of thing, but he’s still not allowed inside our house.”

If he was into that sort of thing? Adrien’s confusion grew, but he attempted to set the record straight. “Just so I understand, consenting partners cannot be your employees or household employees, employees of a competing brand, journalists, people that could affect contracts in which Gabriel the brand is involved, and shouldn’t be any of my fans, but could be Nino.”

Gabriel nods his confident his son was catching on. “Exactly.”

Adrien asks the question that has plagued him since the beginning of the conversation. “What are they consenting to?”

Gabriel covers his face with one hand. “Honestly, it could be a lot of things, but everyone should be on the same page before you start.”

The answer from Gabriel is not helpful. Adrien tries to get a more direct answer from his father. “Start what?”

Gabriel wishes Emilie to wake up at that moment, like he does every time he feels like he is flubbing a delicate conversation. Gabriel speaks only one word with gravity to impart his meaning. “Activities.”

The gravity of the spoken word does not work on the teenaged son. Adrien pauses and thinks of the few times his father allowed him to leave the house and what he was allowed to do. Adrien lights up believing he has figured out his father’s puzzling statements. “Oh! Like practicing with Marinette, or with the girls in the park, or at the ice skating rink with Luka, Marinette and Kagami, or with everyone on the house boat.” He remembers too late that he only got permission from his father to practice video games, to go ice skating and to go to see Kitty Section during the music festival. He never got permission to do the photo shoot with the girls in the park. Oops.

Gabriel now wishes he was dealing with a child who was into cheese. The name Marinette rings a bell. Oh god. Marinette is name of Tom and Sabine’s daughter, and Adrien admits to using her for practice. Gabriel prays Adrien means some other Marinette, so he doesn’t have to deal with the fall out of upsetting the best bakery in Paris. With the mention of Kagami, the Tsurugi contract is dead. “… did everyone take proper precautions?”

Adrien thinks back to ice skating and to listening to loud music. “Do you mean helmets, knee pads, and ear plugs?”

Gabriel is perturbed by Adrien’s answer. What in the world is Adrien into?! The father asks for his own sanity. “Are you at least using a barrier method?”

The son is more lost than ever. “What’s a barrier method?” Adrien wonders what barriers have to do with ice skating and listening to music.

Gabriel’s frustration builds with his son’s supposed lackadaisical attitude towards sex. He lashes out. “If you don’t know about condoms and dental dams, you really shouldn’t be involved in group scenes, Adrien. I’m worried that you’ve been given too much freedom if you can’t be bothered to practice safe sex.” Gabriel glares at his son from over the top of his glasses. He reaches for his phone, ready to update Nathalie on the new rules for his son.

Adrien’s brain malfunctions as he tries to straighten out how this conversation got away from him. It hits him that he told his father he practiced with Marinette. He wonders if Marinette would still want to be his friend after sticking his foot in his mouth. The words somehow manage to come out of Adrien’s mouth. “Safe sex? What do condoms and dental dams have to do with ice skating, band practice and video games? What’s a dental dam?”

The phone is left undisturbed on the table. No new rules for Adrien. Gabriel shakes his head not sure if should be relieved that Adrien is not some sort of deviant or let down by how easily Adrien misses context. Gabriel is determined to finish this conversation, if only to avoid future discussions with Nathalie over anything in Adrien’s room. “A dental dam is a thin flexible sheet of latex or similar material used to prevent the transmission of STDs during oral sex. No matter what your… kink is, you should always practice safe sex. Barrier methods protect against sexually transmitted diseases, and condoms specifically also protect against pregnancy.” Gabriel takes on his more familiar and stern countenance. “It’s important to the brand that you are discrete and avoid any mishaps. It would be wise for you to refrain from such activities until you are older. Deviations could make your image appear less wholesome and adversely affect our target audience.”

Adrien adds another expectation to his ever growing list. At least he isn’t outright banned from activities as Gabriel put it. Adrien asks another question. “How do you use condoms and dental dams?”

Gabriel answers the question without getting in the details. “There’s instructions on the box with diagrams. Read them prior to getting into racy situations. A box of each has been placed in your room.” He adds to his answer in hopes of avoiding accidents due to unfamiliarity. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to practice and get familiar with them first.”

“Practice?” the son asks.

“In your room, on yourself,” the father responds.

Adrien gets more comfortable with the conversation. It is not how he thought the night would go, but at least he gets to spend time with his father. “What else should I know?”

Gabriel relaxes a smidge. The conversation is flowing easier now Adrien and Gabriel are on the same page. Gabriel imparts some important wisdom. “Consent can be withdrawn at any time. Take your time and check in frequently with your chosen partner or partners to make sure everyone is still on board. Don’t rush, and make sure to communicate your desires clearly as well as listen.”

“Am I supposed to ask them if they still want sex during sex?” asks Adrien. He doesn’t doubt his father, but that is not how sex is usually portrayed.

Gabriel explains the concept more thoroughly. “You’re supposed to make sure they still want sex during sex, but you don’t need to use those exact words. It doesn’t even necessarily be verbal. It’s mostly a matter of making your partner is still enjoying themselves. Pay attention, and if something seems off then back off. In the beginning of a relationship or with temporary flings, you’ll probably rely more on verbal communication because everyone is different in how they show enthusiasm.” Gabriel notices Adrien biting the side of his lip and offers more direction on checking in on sexual partners. “You could use more playful questions like, does that feel good, what do you want you right now, are you ready for whatever. All of this is easier to do when you are not in the midst of puberty and after your hormones have leveled out. Another reason to wait until you are older.” Gabriel gently pushes for his son to wait again. It would be easier on the brand if the face of the teen department isn’t known as a pint-sized playboy.

It is a lot of information to absorb, but Adrien knows his father probably isn’t done. “Is that it?”

Gabriel switches to the more practical side of sexual health. “Whenever you start having sex, let me know so I can get a wellness check scheduled for you.” Gabriel flips over his phone and makes a few notes.

Adrien face and tone falls flat. “Aren’t you going to tell Nathalie to schedule the appointment?”

Gabriel counters. “Do you want Nathalie to know when you become sexually active?”

Nathalie spends the most time with him, but Adrien isn’t comfortable with Nathalie knowing his private life. “Not really.”

Gabriel reassures Adrien. “Then I won’t have Nathalie schedule the appointment. I will have to tell her that you have a doctor’s appointment in order to keep your schedule clear, but I won’t tell her the reason.”

“Thank you, Father.” Something about the conversation nags at Adrien. “Aren’t you going to tell me what sex is?”

Gabriel stares down Adrien. The boy is 14. He doesn’t need everything spelled out. “I’ve seen your search history, Adrien. I know you know what sex is. I will say that pornography is not accurate. It’s not usually representative of what women want. Everything in porn is exaggerated, most people don’t look like that naked, and no woman has ever been that excited by extra sausage on her pizza.”

Adrien’s face turns beet red as he remembers how almost everything in his life is monitored. “…anything else?”

Gabriel gives one last piece of advice. “Don’t keep condoms in your wallet. The heat and the friction could weaken the condom making it more likely to break.”

As if on autopilot, the next question is blurted out without thinking. “Is that what happened to you and mom?” His father stares into Adrien’s soul. The steely eyes draw out another statement from Adrien. “My birthday is six months after your wedding anniversary.”

Later

In his room, Adrien recalls the strange conversation over the phone with Nino. “And then my father grounded me.”

#Adrien Agreste #Gabriel Agreste #Nathalie Sancoeur #The talk #Adrien might be made of sunshine but he's still a curious teenager #just saying

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years ago

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Enchanted - Adam Sackler (pt. 1)

well well well, look who’s back with a new sackler fic! i honestly don’t know where this is gonna head, im figuring it out as im writing so im not that ahead of you lmao but i’ve been thinking about this concept for a while now so let’s see how it will turn out!

series summary: You are casted as Giselle in the Broadway adaptation of Enchanted with Adam as Robert.

word count: 3.5k

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Chapter title: The man

If you had to imagine what a surgeon is feeling right before a super important operation, you’d compare the feeling to the one you always get at auditions without hesitation. The nerves are stretching to the maximum, some can’t even take it, some have odd coping mechanism, the air is thick with tension and rivalry and all eyes are looking for weak points in others. It’s a mixture of feelings that crawls up on your spine every time you wait for your name to be called and find out whether or not you were good enough to make the cut.

This time is no different as you sit in a now emptied out room that was once full of ambitious girls, all of them longing after the exact same thing, a role that would change their lives, but now it’s just the five of you. You see the similarities between yourself and the girls, you are all slim figured and judging from what you’ve seen all of you have some kind of dancer background, especially number three who is eyeing you now with a hard stare, probably deep in her thoughts what would make you better than her while you do the same. You would swear your life she used to be a ballet dancer, it’s radiating from the way she sits and walks, you can just tell it.

It’s way past ten pm and all of you have been here for the whole day, fighting your way through three rounds of audition, each of them testing something different. Singing, dancing and acting, the three compulsory things that need to be perfected if someone wants the role of Giselle, especially since the shoes you’d be putting on with this role are pretty high-end, given the fact that the first and only person to bring life to the character was Amy Adams and she made quite the impression on millions of people all around the world on the big screen when the movie came out.

Looking down at your hands you notice how they are shaking once again and you quickly hide them between your thighs not to show weakness. You can’t let them see how nerve-wrecking this is for you, that’s just not professional, not what you want to project to the world.

Then the door to the auditorium where you had to perform three times today opens and all five of you rise to your feet when the four people who have been judging you all day appear with the piece of paper that contains the results you’ve been waiting all week to know.

“Thank you for your patience, it’s been a very hard decision to make,” Petra, the production assistant speaks up with a warm smile as she looks around. “We wanted to make sure the best person will stand on the stage of Broadway when the curtains open very soon and we were convinced that all of you would be worthy of the role of Giselle.”

You catch a few confused and anxious looks around, and you can almost hear the questions popping up in the minds: so how did they decide?

“But we’ve made a decision, and we would like to thank to everyone for the hard work you put into today.”

Your heart is up in your throat, each beat feels like it pushes the top of your head as you stare at the paper, visioning your name written on it as the chosen one. Petra exchanges a knowing look with the three men, the choreographer Matt, the director Trevor and Lee, the dramaturge before she turns back to us and the final name rolls down her tongue, leaving those perfectly red lips that never stopped smiling all day.

“Y/N, we would like to welcome you to the production of Enchanted on Broadway.”

You gasp and you freeze as your own name rings in your ears and envious stares turn to you from all around the room while you are just standing there, completely shocked that you actually got the part, as if you haven’t been telling yourself it’s going to happen in the past weeks.

“Thank you for everyone, we hope to see you maybe at another audition, because you all have great potential. Y/N, please stay for a little longer so we can discuss the further steps.

You’re going on Broadway, it is finally happening. You’ll be standing on the stage you’ve been dreaming of since you were a little girl, the applause will be yours (partly) every night before the curtains close. You can’t stop thinking about it all through the next about thirty minutes as you discuss every crucial information with Petra, she hands you a schedule and makes you sign some paperwork that already has your name on them. You try to remember everything and when you give them every contact info that’s needed you finally head home.

You can’t help but feel silly when arriving back to your small apartment you put on the movie and watch as Amy Adams sings warmly on the screen with a skeptical Patrick Dempsey and as you hum to the music already knowing most of the songs you wonder who will be your Robert Philip. Petra said the auditions will end this week and you’ll have a table reading on Monday where you’ll be able to meet all the people who will basically be your family for the upcoming months during the rehearsals and once the show opens.

It’s past one am when you finally turn your laptop off putting it away and as you creep your way to your window the nightlights of the city light up your face. Climbing out to the fire escape you listen to the chaotic sounds of the city that never sleeps, watching a group of friends cross the street, spraying champagne to the asphalt, laughing their way into the night. Normally you would find them annoying, but not tonight. You wish them a great night as you dream about a glass of the sparkly beverage in your hand, drinking to your big achievement. Your eyes travel up to the gloomy sky and you let out a wondering sigh, the thought of change embracing your hopes and dreams.

***

“Okay, big smile!”

You flash your widest smile into the camera Lora is holding up in front of you, holding the coffee she just bought you in your hands.

“Amazing, I feel like a mother who is taking her daughter to the school for the first time,” she jokes putting her phone away as the two of you start walking. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks. I’m really excited,” you smile shyly. First day nerves are bringing the best out of you, it’s been a hard task to get some sleep last night and you only managed to rest for a couple of hours, but the excitement is definitely keeping you awake. Today is your first official day at a Broadway production in a leading role, this is a day you will never forget probably.

“You’ll be amazing and when you are finally famous, we can sell your stuff on ebay and get rich!” she cheers making you laugh. She always sees the most important things in situations.

“Great plan.” Checking the time you see that you really should get going if you don’t want to be late for the reading. “I’ll see you tonight?” you ask her stopping at the entrance of the subway.

“Sure, I’ll swing by around nine,” she nods giving you a quick hug. “Break a leg!” she calls after you as you wave while running down the stairs.

You’re not unfamiliar with the world of theater, but every theater is different and you can never know what to expect behind the scenes. It’s a whole new world on the other side of the curtains and as you walk into the building you feel like a wandering child, soaking in every little detail you see, even though it’s not even that extra like you had imagined.

Arriving to the meeting room you are fifteen minutes early, leaving only just a few people there, the long table with chairs all around it, name cards at each seat is set with water bottles and fresh fruits in bowls, a copy of the script is neatly placed at each seat.

“Y/N! Hi! How are you?” Petra welcomes you rushing over to you with that warm smile of hers, wearing an orange colored flowy dress that goes great with her dark brown locks.

“A little nervous but excited,” you chuckle.

“Don’t be nervous, we are all family now here. Come on, let me introduce you around.”

You meet some of the dancers and background actors, Trevor who you have already met at the audition and Petra also introduces you to the Misha, the costume designer who even shows you some of her sketches for the dresses you’ll be wearing on stage and they all look stunning, like a piece of art each.

You find your name at the table and put your coat to the back of the chair, running your fingers over the cover of the script with a small smile playing on your lips and pulling your phone out you shoot a quick photo of the script and your name tag before checking the names around you.

Right next to you is the one you’ve been most curious about, the name Robert Philip written in small under the name of the real person behind the character: Adam Sackler.

“I think you two will get along well,” Petra smiles at you from the other side of the table, seeing you eye the name tag. “He is—oh, he is here!” she declares, head turning to the door and she is already rushing to welcome the tall man who just walked in.

Adam Sackler is quite a man at first sight. His tall figure, broad shoulders and hair dark as the night make him appear a little dour and stern, but the smile he gives to Petra upon seeing her definitely gives his features a soft touch of warmth. He wraps an arm around her shoulders as they exchange a few words you can’t hear from this far, and you seem to be lost in the appearance of the man you’ll fall for on the stage, but you are brought back to reality when his eyes lock with yours and you notice Petra is turned to you as well. You clear your throat, feeling like a kid that’s been caught doing something naughty when you were just looking at him.

The two of them head in your way and you get yourself ready to meet the man, feeling his eyes intensely burning down at you the whole time he strides over to his seat next to you, Petra walking right beside him.

“Y/N, this is Adam. Adam, meet your Giselle, Y/N,” she smiles and when your eyes meet his again you feel his gaze in your guts. He is the definition of intimidating, expressions unreadable paired with a physique that can’t stay unrecognized.

A large hand extends in front of you, and as your palm touches his, you can’t help but notice the size difference.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” he beams, a tiny smile playing on his full lips, the lips you’ll be kissing soon.

Damn it, get your shit together! You tell yourself as you nod at him in a friendly manner.

“You too, Adam.”

Your hopes of Petra easing the nerves you are feeling from this first meeting quickly disappear when more and more people start to arrive and she leaves the two of you alone.

As your hands let go of each other you still feel the warm touch of his hand linger on your skin, both of you turning to your seats.

“So, have been on Broadway before?” he asks, glancing at your shortly as the two of you sit and he starts flipping through the script.

“No, I’m totally a newcomer. Have you been?”

“Yeah, just once a while back.”

“Any advice to be taken?” you smile at him laying your palms out on the table. He thinks to himself for a moment before turning to you.

“Leave reality behind,” he answers with a smile that seems to be hiding tens of feelings and thoughts, maybe a few stories that you are now dying to hear. Adam Sackler is definitely the person you feel drawn to in many ways and as you turn your attention towards the script, aimlessly flipping through the pages you wonder how many sides of him you will get to know by the time the lights go up on the stage for the first time.

***

The reading wouldn’t take more than about two hours at most, but with so many people and even more jokes to make it’s hard to stick to the schedule. There is always just something to add, change, comment on and this is what brings the whole team together. By the time the last words of the last page are said out loud, you feel like part of the bigger whole and the nervousness long gone, replaced by true excitement and anticipation to see what’s next.

“Thank you everyone, I think we can all agree this show is going to be magical,” Trevor, the director speaks up when the reading is over and everyone nods in agreement. “First rehearsals on the stage are expected to start in two weeks, I would like to kindly ask everyone to respect the schedule and the time of others. A list of contacts will be emailed to everyone by the end of the day,” he notes before discharging everyone.

You’re soon pulled into a discussion with Clyde, aka Prince Edward and Misha, talking about preferences for the costumes in the field of comfort and practicality, but you find yourself scanning the room for one particular tall figure.

Adam is standing a couple of feet away from you, talking to a blonde woman who has her hands on the shoulders of Janelle, the girl who’ll be playing Adam’s stage daughter, an adorable little sunshine from what you’ve seen from her in the past few hours, very focused and hardworking, she didn’t have one bad word during the whole thing and read her lines perfectly.

“He is quite the sight, huh?”

Misha’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you haven’t even noticed that Clyde was already gone. Standing next to you, she crosses her arms on her chest, eyes glued to the man in word.

“He has a great presence on the stage I heard.”

“He does?” you ask glancing at her. She nods, tugging her bright red hair behind her ears, a cheeky smile playing on her lips.

“I mean, he has one in real life too, but the way he appears up there, it’s worth a prayer,” she chuckles. “Good luck with not falling for him.”

“I’ll stay professional,” you sternly state, pushing that little voice in the back of your mind that’s doubting your words.

“Professionalism is the first thing you lose when you find yourself in the arms of such a man,” she smirks at you before walking away, leaving you with a whirl of thoughts circling around what she just said.

Checking your schedule you see that though you’ll be pretty busy from now on, your days filled with singing lessons and dance practices, many of them are solo appointments, but your eyes spot all the times when Adam’s name is written besides yours and you have one almost every day.

Glancing in his way one last time your eyes meet his stare, a small smile playing on his lips that you return before grabbing your stuff and leaving.

***

“Okay, wow,” Lora gasps as the picture of Adam appears on her computer, it’s from about a year ago, portraying him with slicked back hair wearing a long trench coat as he stares back at a guy intensely on the stage. You sip from your wine as Lora takes a good look at him.

“Yeah.”

“How tall are you compared to him?”

“My forehead is at his mouth, more or less,” you say recalling how tall he looked standing right in front of you.

“That’s a nice height difference, like, you’ll have to tiptoe to kiss him, it’s cute,” she grins at you and the thought of kissing him send a shiver down your spine. You’ve been thinking about that a lot since you’ve left the table reading, the memory of his eyes on you and the words of Misha haunting you relentlessly.

“What’s that look?”

“What look?” you ask quickly straightening your expression, taking another sip of the wine.

“Oh I know this look, the guy is already messing with your head!”

“He is not,” you shake your head, but you can’t fool your best friend.

“Oh hell yes. I don’t blame you, he looks fine.”

Turning back to the computer she starts typing, digging deeper on the internet trying to find more about him as you lean your back against the headboard, hugging a pillow to your chest. You really can’t have yourself fall this easily for a man who you’ll be working with so closely. Adam seems nice and everything you’ve heard about him is quite impressing, but you don’t know what kind of man he really is. For all you know he can be the biggest jerk in all of New York City.

“Oh my God! Look at this!” you hear Lora gasp as she leans closer to the screen. Sitting up you wonder what she found and looking at the tab that’s open there is a short film playing.

Well, it’s not the type you were expecting, because right on the screen in front of you, there is Adam’s broad back in a light colored shirt, his hair a little longer than it is now and he is… fully spanking a girl bent over a work bench, wearing only a white tank top. Your mouth hangs open as the scene carries on in front of you, the girl or more like woman grunts with each hit on her lower half begging for him to go harder as Adam calls her a slut and a whore, making it probably the most disturbing cinematic thing you’ve seen that’s not officially considered as porn.

“I’m speechless,” Lora lets out an airy chuckle as the scene soon ends with the woman jumping into his arms and you realize she is not even wearing any underwear.

“What… was that?” you whisper with wide eyes. Lora types in a few things before she can answer that question.

“It’s a short film he did last year with someone named Jessa Johnson, it was a private project. It says the story is based on events from his own life.”

“So you are saying at one point he spanked some girl he was dating and then he decided to make a movie out of it?” you grimace in confusion. This is definitely not something that you would have ever thought of him.

“Oh, and the juiciest of all is that this Jessa girl was his girlfriend,” she continues reading about the film. “This article came out six months ago, they were together then. It adapts the happenings of his private life, how he dated the best friend of his ex-girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s pretty fucked up, don’t you think?”

“Depends,” she shrugs as she keeps scrolling. “But this film is definitely a nasty one.”

“I can only imagine what else is in it,” you mumble finishing off your wine and reaching for the bottle you pour yourself some more.

“Wanna figure it out?” she grins and you shake your head no immediately.

“I don’t need inappropriate images in my mind when I’ll be stuck with him at rehearsals.”

Knowing how your conscious works you just can’t take the risk. If he appears in more inappropriate scenes in the film, you bet your life that you wouldn’t make yourself think of anything else when you look at him the next time. The spanking is already more than you would bear with.

“I wonder what else there is about him that we don’t know of,” Lora narrows her eyes staring into the distance.

Adam Sackler has given you way more to think about than you would have ever expected from someone and you haven’t even talked to him that much. His appearance, his words to you and the things the internet is holding about him, it all shows a different person and you can’t decide which one is the real side of him or where he stands if it’s a mixture. You wish you could just ask him all the questions you have about him and get your answers without being judged or have them held against you, but you are left with silent suffering and slow observation until you finally figure this handsome looking mysterious man you’ll be forced to cross paths every day.

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Santa’s favorite Elf Part 2: Ch 3: Pre-production

Santa’s fav elf ch 1, Santa’s fav elf ch 2, Santa’s fav elf ch 3, Santa’s fav elf ch 4

Santa’s fav Elf Part 2 ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4

warnings: A dash of angst

“Time for our fitting day, käraste.”

You woke groggily to Bill kissing your bare shoulder. Turning you reached for him before flickering eyes opened to see him smiling down at you. “How long do we have?”

He kissed your nose. “Enough time to throw on some cloths. I let you sleep while I showered. Joe will bring us coffee.”

You stretched and sighed as he got up. When you came out of the restroom dressed, he was on his cellphone texting. Seconds later there was a knock on the door. It was Joe.

“A caramel macchiato for the lady and a black coffee with two sugars for the gentleman”

You took the venti hot drink. “Just what I needed. Thank you.” Setting it down for a moment you bundled up for the walk to the car.

Bill slides his coat on with a red hat and scarf that covers most of his face. You follow Joe to car. You look out the window quiet as you sip your coffee just thinking about being “friends.” with a man you wanted so much.

“Are you ok?” Bill put a hand on your shoulder.

You sighed looked over at him. “Yeah, it’s just early.”

“We have an interview after our fitting.” He took your hand in his which confused you a little.

“You should have told me.” You whined. “I don’t think I’m dressed well enough for today. I’m not even wearing make-up”

“You can always grab an outfit from costuming and have the make-up department do what you want.” He added. “I think you look great as is.”

“Thank you.” You threw him an uneasy smile.

When you get to the staging site there are vans with equipment galore and the crew are hard at work putting set pieces together. Your driver that you have figured out is also a bodyguard ushered you over to one of the buildings on the premises. He walks farther with Bill when some ladies tell you to follow them to your fitting.

“Good morning Miss. My name is Carol.” one of the ladies said as she started measuring you. “Looks like you stayed about to same so no big costuming changes at this point. We have three wardrobe choices for you to try on today. You will get a bit of hair and makeup over with Tamera for different looks also. Then we will take some photos and show them to the director and producers. After they decide which look they like best, you and Santa will get some promo pics taken for the awaiting press. Lastly the two of you will do a few interviews together in the same PR tent you pose for photos. And that is all that is on the agenda until Monday.”

“Sounds like a full day of fun and games.” You finish your coffee. “I’m done with this. Ready to go.”

“You are going to be great.” She smiled. “if you want another coffee, water or anything else just say the word. Tamara will take you in make-up as me and Sara bring your first look out.”

“How are you doll?” The make-up girl fusses over you. “You do, you do, you look like a doll baby. We are going to give you a porcelain complexion like you have been in this cold climate. Then rosy up these adorable apple cheeks.”

“Whatever works” You smile. “Sorry I am still a little tan.”

“No need for sorry.” She began to lighten the skin tone on your face first. “People come in with full dark tans for movies like this sometimes. I have no problem with it. You do you. I provide some of that Hollywood magic to create your character.” She rubbed the makeup down your arms next. Then yours legs. We let that sit for a half hour before we apply your rosy cheeks and a dash of eye make up for your first look. By that time, you can try on your first costume.”

“Sounds good.” you strip your coat off hanging it on the back of your seat. The heaters in the room make it warm enough. “May I get a bottled water and a bagel with cream cheese? I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“Of course, doll.” She goes out coming back minutes later with what you asked for. “I am going to put these plastic gloves on your hands for you to pick things up without getting the makeup everywhere.” She applied the gloves. “Anything else?”

“I’m good.”

As you ate careful not to get the makeup off your face before it dried you face timed Bill. Your phone was on a standing charger, so you didn’t have to hold it. He was in the same base porcelain color you were. Both of you waiting for it to dry.

“You were a little to tan too, I see.”

“Just a little.” he chuckled. “How are you doing. Did you see the art concept for your character? I hope you will still want to kiss me as this evil looking Santa. We are supposed to have this love that last beyond the grave or some shit like that.”

“I might have to do some heavy duty acting but I think I can pull it off.” You laughed.

“I have to go. Getting the wig and beard glued on in stages.” Bill told you. “FaceTime again in an hour and you can see the progress.”

“Sure thing, Bill.” You wave on the video. I should be on my second look by then. I have three to try.”

“I just have this one, but it will take a while.” He waved. “Talk to you later.” He hung up and you hung up just as Tamera was coming back.

She ran her index finger over your forehead. “All dry so we can start phase two.”

She put some basic make-up on you, and you went back to costuming. The first thing you tried was a green elf dress that looked very much like the original one you wore in the first movie with white fur trim. Cute, short and flirty. Thigh high white boots this time. Red and green fleece lined legging and green gloves with the white fur. Your scenes would be outdoors, so they wanted you to be as warm as possible. You stood for the photo with a plague with the movie title.

The next outfit was very much like the first except it was red. It also included a short cape over your shoulders. Another picture was taken. You thought you would need a coat over each if they were chosen. Something to just keep you warmer when not filming. You filmed indoor for the last movie, so the short skirt was fine. From the script this would be all outdoor shooting mostly when the darkness hit at 2p.m. You shivered just thinking about it.

The last outfit seemed way more reasonable for the weather in your opinion which didn’t count for much you thought. It was a long velour red dress with long sleeves with some gold designs at the bottom. It had a long red coat with fur white edging. It was held on with a thick black belt. Then a short cape that came up in a hat that matched. They added a curly blond wig, black chunky heeled boots and to top off the whole look a white mask made to look like Snowflakes around your eyes. Tamera darkened your lips in candy apple red lip stick.

You twirled around smiling loving how it looked and felt. A truly great look for someone so in love with Santa they would do anything to have him back. You felt similar about Bill. A few pictures were taken with the plaque.

“Back in your regular cloths until the higher ups decide which look they like better.” Carol said as her and her assistant took the costume off you.

“I really hope this one.” You beamed. “It seems it would be warm enough for in outside in cold weather.”

“Not my call but I agree.” Carol’s assistant carefully hung the outfit. Then she took the photos printed from the digital camera in an envelope to give to the powers that be. “What would you like for lunch? We have subs in turkey, beef and hand with chips or fries. Cold pasta salad. Coffee, tea, water and soft drinks. My assistant will pick them up on her way back.”

“Pasta salad and a caramel latte, please, thank you.” You asked politely.

As you waited on a comfy plush sofa you checked in on how Bill was doing. Dirty white long hair, beard, and mustache was drying when he answered the phone looking up at you.

“You doing okay Bill?”

“Yeah, I just have to lay back until this dries.”

You could barely see his smile as he attempted it.

“Then I get to put on the extra tum tum and suit.”

You giggle. “Tum tum, that is so cute. I tried on a few different looks. They are showing some pix to the producers and director.”

“Yeah, they just got here.” He scratched the corner of his ear where some of glue was dripping. “I’m an executive producer so they put an envelope on the table here. I will have to look when I can sit up. Which outfit did you like best?”

“I loved all of them but since we are shooting outside the longer dress with all the layers is the one I won’t freeze to death in.”

“I will keep that in mind and pass it along to the others.” He glanced away from the the phone a second and then back. “Michael is coming in to check if this is dry enough. See you soon.”

“Looking forward to it.” You hang up.

This whole process had already taken four hours. You expected to be in your costume dealing with the pr photos and interviews by now, but it would be another hour before you heard that you would get to wear the longer dress. A half hour after that you were escorted to meet Bill at the door to another building. Joe was there to watching over the situation, so people did not attempt to touch or get to close either of you.

“Just take a breath my favorite elf.” Santa (Bill) suggested. “I’ll tap your back to turn where the cameras are flashing. Smile with your eyes not your mouth. Try to keep your face relaxed.”

You nod fidgeting a little. Your eyes wide. Nervousness runs through your body. You have watched enough of these photo shoots with characters sure but being on this side of it was different. Bill took your hand and kissed your knuckles as Joe opened the door and flashes from cameras started going off.

“Don’t forget to breath.” He murmured before walking with you to your first mark.

The camera flashes went off as multiple photographers told you to look towards them for a perfect shot. You could not look both ways. You looked up at Bill trying to breath without hyperventilating. He looked to you eyes sparkling. His pinkened lips in a small smile. You smiled back as the cameras flashed.

“Twirl for us (YN)”

Bill twirled you away from him. He moved to another mark. Some cameras followed him. A few stayed on you for separate pictures. You stood in place getting your Barings trying to keep your eyes smiling and face relaxed as Bill told you. All the cameras moved to him. You waited until he held out a hand for you to join him again. He escorted you back through the exit.

You took a deep breath. “That was a little claustrophobic.”

“It always is.” He hugged you the best he could in his Santa suit. “Are you going to be okay with the interview part of our day? We just sit and answer some of the same questions over and over. I think only five reporters but could be more. I will be right at your side the whole time. “

“I guess after a small break I will be ready.” You walked back to the costuming building where you parted with Bill again to get your costume off.

You glanced through the clothing finding a cashmere sweater to go with the jeans you wore today. It looked better than the bulgy sweatshirt you wore. Tamara toned down your make-up for a natural camera-ready look. Bill had a lot more to deal with to get back to himself, so it took him a bit longer. You waited patiently with a Christmas chocolate chip cookie and bottled water.

Joe opened the door. “It's time.”

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