#so the stylists really had it out for me with the slicked back hair the hat the suit the 2nd outfit the top knot just the whole thing huh

[woe-is-tuli]

ATEEZ(에이티즈) - 'Ice On My Teeth': Seonghwa

[iluvpjo]

HII SO I HAD THIS IDEA SOME TIME AGO AND IT CAME BACK INTO MY HEAD YESTERDAY SO :^

Imagine you play a role in pjo maybe silena or something and ure at the pjo premier with everyone else (ure dating charlie) n you and charlie dissapear for a bit and when you come back everyone is confused and is whispering like 'why is she walking so wierd?' SKSKDKDKFK IM SORRY

Also can i be 🌻 anon??

REMEMBER TO EAT ENOUGH AND STAY HYDRATED !!

𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐹𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒲 / 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝓊𝓈𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁

(Walking funny w/ Charlie bushnell)

Synopsis: (read the request basically for a longer version) basically u n charlie hangout n when u come back ur walking funny 😋

Warning(s): NSFW! MDNI, I don’t think um there has to be anymore warnings���

Pairing: Charlie Bushnell x fem reader

Word count: 1,315K

Note: HEHE hi 🌻 anon!!! Welcome n ily, also ur brain is so smart n sexc for this!!!

*also guys just so yk if u can’t tell I write fics differently to how I write THIS kinda stuff beforehand 😭 like I write silly here but not during my fics ^^

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There were loud yet hushed noises echoing around the bathroom that shielded the two of you from the rest of your cast mates, hiding you both away so you could get a quick quickie in before joining everyone. Inside the bathroom stall the two of you were on each other, your teeth clashing as your skin slapped against skin. It was hot and it was lewd, and you were sure you’d die of embarrassment if the two of you ever got caught like this.

“C-Charlie, hurry.. we’ve gotta get back to the premier!” You complained through your teeth, pouting your makeup covered lips. You were sure that your stylist would kill you for ruining your makeup and hair, your mascara was slightly smudged in the corners from your eyes watering — you couldn’t help tearing up a little when Charlie would stimulate you like this. Your lipstick was also a mess, and Charlie knew he’d have to wash your kiss marks off of his neck at the sink before leaving the bathroom together.

“I know sweetheart, but you wanted this remember?” He asked in a bit of a condescending tone, his lips curling up into a smirk as he kept standing there in front of you between your legs. “I- I know..” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, pouting your lips and furrowing your eyebrows at him like you were upset at him. But he knew you weren’t, he simply chuckled and shook his head at your pouty reaction, scoffing and mumbling that you were very ‘cute’ when you acted like this.

“I’m not cu- ah!~” Your complaints were cut off by Charlie when he thrusted deeper inside of you, pressing harshly against your cervix and making your stomach ache a little “Hold that thought sweet girl. Unless you don’t wanna cum?” Charlie tilted his head at you as he asked that with this smug smile on his face. “Of course I do!-“ He cut you off again “Tut. Tut. Then be quiet for me sweet girl, I don’t want anyone catching us like this..” Charlie chuckled a little to himself as he watched you accept and grumble to yourself a little.

Charlie moved you carefully so that you were in a better position for the both of you, you were bent over and your arms were holding yourself against the wall. Charlie was standing behind you, his hands gripped tightly on your hips as he rocked himself back and forth inside of your tight pussy. You weren’t the best at taking it from behind, the position would always be a little too much for you— but Charlie wanted you to take it today. He knew you’d have a harder time staying quiet but he wanted to challenge you, plus he found it really cute how you were trying your hardest to stay quiet (even if you were failing!)

“C-Charlie..~” You groaned out, your legs trembling underneath you as his cock kept hitting against your fleshy insides. Your wet slick was dripping onto him, covering his large cock as well as dripping down your thighs a little. “Yes, my love?” Charlie asked you with a hushed voice, “f-feels good..” You whined out and bit down on your bottom lip to muffle your moans. “Yeah sweetheart? It feels good does it? Let me help you feel even better..” You didn’t have any time to question what he meant, he lifted your right leg up and started hitting inside of you at a different angle which had you close to seeing stars.

You removed one of your arms from holding onto the wall, having to use it to cover your mouth. Your moans were muffled, but it didn’t mean that they were silent “mfhh!~ ah!~ fuckk’” You cried out as Charlie’s cock ruthlessly pounded into you from behind. “Fuck.. Sweet girl, I’m gonna cum..” Charlie warned you and you just nodded at him, encouraging him to just keep going. Charlie hissed under his breath as he had to keep quiet as well, letting out a soft gutters groan when he began to cum.

His cock twitched before spurting out his hot seed which painted your insides white, a bit of his cum dripping from your cunt. Charlie took a moment as he had a breather before he then slammed back inside of you, he felt a little more sensitive but he had a goal to make you cum as well. You threw your head back in pleasure, squirming against him when the tip of his cock entered you deeper and got pressed to the hilt. You couldn’t control yourself anymore and you began to cum, your eyes teary and your legs shakey as your pussy clenched tightly around him and came.

“Fuck’ C-Charlie I love you!~” You cried out as you came, your orgasm hitting you roughly like a huge wave. “I love you too sweetheart.” Charlie helped you as you began to recover from your orgasm, helping you sit up against his chest. Your legs wanted to give out, shaking and hurting from just standing there but luckily Charlie was holding onto your waist now. “Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ve got ‘ya.” Charlie reassured you as he slowly helped you clean up a little and get dressed, pulling your panties up and pulling your dress back down etc..

“T-That felt really good.. L-Let’s get back to the premier before they realise we’re gone!” You told him and tried to hurry, Charlie paused you for a moment as he had to quickly use the sink to wash off the lipstick marks. As he looked in the mirror cleaning himself he replied to you and said “I think it might be a little too late for that dear.” He spoke “What? No.. it’ll be fine, I don’t think they even noticed!!!” You were lying to yourself and Charlie could see it, but he wouldn’t say anything because he didn’t wanna embarrass you.

(There’s more writing btw)

“Hey, where’s Y/n and Charlie gone? They’ve been gone for a bit now and the premier is about to start!” Leah complained and began to fidget in her seat as she looked around for them, her head turning and trying her best to look behind the rest of the people sitting around hoping to find them each somewhere in the crowd. “It hasn’t been that long, has it?” Walker asked her and squinted his eyes a bit, Leah huffed and pulled her phone out to show him the time.

“Didn’t we get here almost an hour ago?” Walker questioned as he saw the time “Like around five I think. They’ve both been gone almost the entire time we’ve been here!” Aryan joined the conversation as he heard the two of them talking. They were all discussing about where they thought that you and Charlie would be that they didn’t notice when the two of you actually joined them, only turning their heads around to see you two when Dior spoke up.

“Wait— why’s Y/n walking like that?” Dior whispered to herself, blinking in confusion as she watched. Walker and Leah leaned forward to look past Aryan and Dior, Walker letting out a bit of a laugh “Haha! She really is walking weirdly. Why do you think that is?” Walker gossiped to Leah and Aryan “No idea.” Aryan shrugged his shoulders.

“Sorry we were gone guys! I uh— we got held up.” You excused yourself and sat down beside Dior, Dior looked over at you and was about to say something until she noticed your flushed face and messed up hair. She shut her mouth, turning away and gigging a little to herself, she knew exactly why you were walking weirdly now. Aryan heard her laughing and looked over at you too to figure out what was going on, and he sorta got a bit of an idea too but wasn’t quite sure.

[ihavethedreamies]

Versace Royal | Hyunjin

Hwang Hyunjin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.3k

Pairing: Idol! Hyunjin x Idol! Older! AFAB! Reader

Genre: Request, Idolverse, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex (Not Recommended)

Summary: Hyunjin and you are both international ambassadors for Versace and the rumors are put to rest when you announce you are both officially dating at a Versace event.

Author's Note: Got a request for this! I'm so happy that one of you liked my stuff enough to want me to write something for you!

Also I am working on the historical AU still, but I'm low-key working for my uncle doing something so...

P.S. I would have had this done and up earlier today, but I had to watch the Chiefs game even though I only watch for Pacheco (#10) and he got a broken leg.

Also, Winwin is in this! Just briefly, I like to wiggle him in where I can.

I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

"Shit." You grumbled to yourself, looking in the mirror and scrubbing over your tooth with your finger to get the lipstick stain off.

"Here." Your stylist shuffled over to fix the error and as you held still for her, your eyes flitting over to Hyunjin. He was sitting in an armchair of the dressing room you two were assigned, scribbling on his tablet. He didn't have the jacket of his outfit on yet, sitting in just his tank top. Your eyes couldn't help but trace over his exposed arms, then back up to the slight furrow of his brow, the frown marring his beautiful face. Your stylist pulled back and she helped you get the dress you were to wear over the full-piece shapewear you had on.

"You don't need this you know." Your stylist whispered and you shrugged.

"I just wear it like a slip, I can't risk someone else trying to shoot up my skirt again." You looked at yourself in the mirror, not really loving your hair. It was pulled back into a tight low ponytail, and it made your facial features look too harsh.

"Sorry." The other woman whispered as she touched up your makeup. Your eyes flitted to Hyunjin again, his hair slicked back in a similar manner, but it looked good on him.

"Uh." His voice brought your attention back to him from your reflection in the mirror, a ding coming from his tablet.

"What?" You didn't bother hiding the apprehension in his voice.

"People already know we're here together." He sighed and you rolled your eyes so hard you worried you messed up your mascara.

"Not too surprising, we were on the same plane." You shook your head and when it was determined you were ready, the stylist moved on to Hyunjin.

"I don't wanna~" He whined, begrudgingly getting up from the armchair to sit at the vanity. As he shuffled toward you, you smiled at his bored look.

"Hold on." He paused you and so you halted, and he brushed something off the shoulders of your dress, then ran his hand over your smoothed hair.

"Careful, someone might think we're dating." You tried to hide your smile.

"We are dating." His deadpan tone nearly made you ruin your lipstick, but you halted your mouth before you stuck your tongue out like you had planned. Taking his place in the armchair, you couldn't help but glance at his still-on tablet. The article was open, and the title made you sigh.

"The Prince and Princess of Versace?" It seemed the name had left the K-Fanbase and had spread to even the international fashion press. It made you two seem more like brother and sister if you were the 'heirs' of Versace though. The article was topped with a picture of both of you with Donatella, but you two weren't in matching clothes in that one like you would be that day. Clicking your tongue, you grabbed the device and were about to look and see if there were any more articles, but you noticed his drawing app open. Looking up at him glaring at himself in the mirror, setting his intense expression for the night, you opened it, the image making you coo.

"You're drawing me?" You laughed at the glare he sent to you then.

"I always draw you." Hyunjin huffed and you giggled, wiggling in your chair and continuing to look at the news. Finding another article along the same lines, you drifted down to the comments, and your heart fell. Not only were there a bunch of his fans bashing you for what seemed like just standing next to him, even your fans were being mean too.

'He doesn't deserve her. She should date an actor.'

'He's the tallest in SKZ, but she still doesn't have to wear heels with him.'

'There's tons of other celebs and models there she could get, why go for another idol? Take some steps up girl.'

"I'm suing." You sneered.

"Stop reading comments." Your boyfriend scolded and you sniffed but relented.

"Don't wrinkle that, please, (Y/N)." The stylist then scolded you as well and you adjusted your posture. A knock on the door prompted a grunt from the man and a hum from you and his manager poked his head in the room.

"Donatella wants a photoshoot before the event." He announced and you sighed. Made sense. Your stylist hurried up her task and you helped her adjust and tweak Hyunjin's outfit once he got it on.

"Careful, people might think you like me or something." He teased you and you pinched him through the fabric of his tank top, and he yelped, making you giggle.

"Well, maybe I do…"

"Don't kiss him!" The stylist snapped and you halted. Yeah, red on his mouth would be a little too obvious, and she would have to fix both of yours make up as well.

"If some influencer tries to flirt with you, I'm going to scream." He grumbled, face still close to yours, also a bit cranky he couldn't kiss you.

"Same. But we just pretend I don't know English." You shrug playfully.

"You spoke with Donatella in English in the last video, good luck with that." You swore under your breath, finally letting go of his jacket that's gold and black fabric matched your dress's. Moving to go around him and start to leave the dressing room, he grabbed your wrists, pulling you back to him.

"No, no, come here one sec." He hauled you even closer, pressing you to him, nose barely grazing yours. His eyes met yours and the sharp look made you swallow hard, and the corner of his mouth twitched before he controlled it.

"Don't fucking wrinkle it!" The stylist more or less pulled him away from you and ran her hands over both of your garments to make sure they were fine.

"Go, and don't stop in a closet on the way!" She shoved you both out to be led away by your managers.

~~~

"Can you put and rest your arm on her shoulder, like with your elbow bent?" The shoot director motioned and Hyunjin followed suit, his forearm laying on your shoulder.

"Good!" You were glad that modeling shoots didn't want you to smile like all the pictures your mother took when you went home for Chuseok. Having him lean a bit on you made it harder to balance your own pose, legs crossed, all weight laying on one leg. You were in short heels, but they were still thin, and it made it harder to stay steady. You were glad the company never wanted your group to dance in heels, but your group had a more badass concept most times and so you got to wear boots or even sneakers.

"Careful." Hyunjin whispered in your ear, feeling your body shake a bit and he relaxed the pressure he was putting on you. You both followed the prompts of the director while the photographer continued shooting.

"What if we go with the prince and princess idea?" Your eyes flitted to Donatella, urging her with your gaze to shut up. She smiled playfully and your nose twitched.

"Like?"

"Get that chair, no, the fancy one!" The designer herself motioned and some staff started to move in a black velvet chair, and she came onto the set. She sat in the chair and then the director got the hint. You both were directed to stand behind and to the side of the chair, your hands on the back, postures straight. Just like the heirs to a queen.

"You saw that article?" You asked her when the shoot was done, and she smiled.

"Let's get going to the event now, I can be late but you two can't." She left to attend to who knows what and you gave Hyunjin a look and he huffed a laugh.

"(Y/N), Hyunjin." Your manager waved you over, his was on the phone.

"What?" He had spoken in a hushed tone, so you did too.

"The company wants you to announce your relationship tonight. They want to get ahead of the rumors."

"Tonight?" You hissed. There was no time to prepare, and the comments were already tearing both of you to shreds. The older man shrugged and finally Hyunjin's manager got off the phone.

"We're going to work with a few reporters that are here for Korean magazines, and they'll do a more or less scripted interview quick and that'll be it." The other manager informed, and you nodded, feeling a bit less nervous. You looked at your boyfriend then and he didn't look fazed.

"What?" You were still whispering.

"Maybe then guys will leave you be?" He was obviously still upset about the influencer that was flirting with you at the last event.

"Are you intimidated by a TikTok model?"

"No, but that doesn't mean I don't like them trying to get you back to their hotel room."  He was talking a little louder than you really wished for him to be, but he was using Korean so…

"You're getting me back to your hotel room, though?" You sent him a coy look and he rolled his eyes.

"No, we're going separate, then using the little door that’s in between them." He wiggled his finger back and forth and you exhaled a laugh.

"Let's just go to the red carpet…shoot…place." What did you call a red carpet than had no carpet, let alone a red one?

~~~

You waited to go up to get your photo taken at the Versace logo wall they had set up outside the runway hall, taking the chance to look around at who else was there. You recognized only a few people, and your heart sank a little not seeing a very familiar face.

"I thought Sicheng said he's done Versace shows before…" You clicked your tongue crankily, a group of three was better than just you two. Especially since Winwin was already a friend.

"(Y/N)." Hyunjin's voice caught your attention, and you strode forward to join him at the logo. The official and press photographers took a few pics and then Hyunjin moved on so you could do the solo shots.

"They could've put her in something shorter." You heard a voice murmur from the next spot in line and you shot a side glance over to look. Some guys with too chiseled of features and too greasy hair. Just pretend you don't know English. Just because your last interview with the designer herself was in English didn't mean everyone had seen it. They were probably famous or something, but they weren't even in Versace, so they were just guests or something. After the photographers thanked you, you nodded a bow and moved on, trying not to dash over to your boyfriend.

"Stupid dudebros." You huffed, adjusting your ponytail back behind you instead of over your shoulder.

"How old are you, noona?" Hyunjin teased and you shot him a look that made him laugh.

"I'm only a few years older, shut up." You told him not to call you that after you started dating since the other boys but Chan and Minho did as well.

"What'd they say?"

"Thought my dress could be shorter."

"Surprised they weren't wanting to see your tits."

"What tits?" You huffed, starting to lead him toward the actual runway hall and he scoffed.

"Just cuz' you're not stacked like Jihyo-noona doesn't mean you have no boobs." He sniffed and you shook your head, finding your designated seats at the side of the runway and sitting down. You adjusted your dress and set the bag they gave you along with it in your lap, crossing your ankles to the side. Every time you sat like that you thought of the Princess Diaries movie.

"You would know."

"I would know."

"Do you have any idea what the reporters will ask?" You moved on, still speaking quietly despite using a language most people likely did not know.

"No." He shot you a soft glance, "don't worry, we'll handle it together."

Through the fashion show, you tried to look genuinely interested, brain still looping on the press interview later.

"Stop looping." Hyunjin bumped you with his elbow as there was a gap between models. You took a deep breath and then let it out, genuinely noting the fabric of the purple dress the next model had on.

~~~

"You're shaking." Hyunjin wanted to just wrap his arm around you, or hug you, he could tell you were getting anxious. Normally press interviews were fine, but you were normally with your group, and you weren't the leader, just the eldest.

"I know." You desperately wanted to bite your thumbnail, that at least eased the strain on your teeth of your clenched jaw. But you had fake nails on and couldn't ruin them. You two were waiting for the specified reporters to show up and you wanted to bury and hide in his chest but couldn't. Even after the announcement you couldn't, it was too brazen of an act. Like it was muscle memory, when the press showed up, your shaking stopped, and you adopted a more even facial expression.

"(Y/N), how do you feel about being called the Versace Princess?" First question. Of course. Your manager got a look, and he shrunk a bit and you put on a practiced smile.

"I can't complain being called a Princess." Good.

"Hyunjin?" Same thing.

"Not the first time I've been called a prince."

"You two are matching today, did you know you would be?" The reporter was still looking at him.

"Yes, but I think five other people have the same pattern on." He joked.

"(Y/N), what was your favorite piece in the show?" A new reporter. You both answered a few more fashion-focused questions for the fashion magazine reporters, then you finally got the first nail-biter.

"There have been rumors going around for a while that you two are dating. Is there any merit?" You looked at your manager and he nodded.

"Well…maybe." You smiled softly, looking down and Hyunjin stepped a bit closer.

"We thought coming with matching outfits made that a bit obvious." Your boyfriend added and the flashes from the camera's increased and you felt more eyes than before going to you.

"So, you two are dating?" Deep breaths.

"Yes." The reporters started murmuring and you were led to believe they knew beforehand, but they clearly didn't. Some were already typing on their phones, and you swallowed hard.

"Okay, if there are any more questions, they can be referred to JYP Entertainment." Your managers stepped in and the motioned for you two to sneak off and head toward the after party that was in the next building over.

~~~

"Oh, thank you." You gratefully took the glass of champagne from the waiter that immediately came over as you both entered the building for the after party. Hyunjin took one as well and you took a sip, then grimaced at the taste.

"You've never liked wine." Hyunjin huffed a laugh, and you sneered at him, then downed the rest. You set the empty glass on another waiter as he passed and headed straight for the food.

"These portions are too small." You grumbled, not even knowing what most of the little appetizers were.

"Don't eat that one." Hyunjin stopped you, mouth full of something, before you grabbed what looked like a little sandwich.

"Why?"

"It's not good." He shook his head, and you ended up just grabbing what you hoped was a cookie. Tasted like one anyway.

"There you two are!" Donatella's voice caught both of your attention, and you felt immediately calmer with her there.

"So, it’s official? Everyone knows now?"

"You knew we were dating before?" Hyunjin asked her and she gave him a bored look.

"I just wish we didn't have to be the ones to announce it." You shook your head, looking around nervously.

"Keep an eye on her, some of the guests have been saying some…unsavory things." The designer warned and you shook your head as she moved on to mingle more. At the last event there was a bunch of horny internet celebrities, and it seemed they were present that  day as well.

"Hyunjin!" Your boyfriend's manager called to the man and waved for him to come over.

"(Y/N), stay there, it would be suspicious if you both went missing." He told you and you froze in place. Watching them leave with wide eyes, you huddled closer to the food table, hoping to appear invisible.

"So, you're a K-pop girl or something right?" You flinched, turning to look at who approached. You couldn't place his accent, and you had no idea who he was to go off of that.

"Uh, yes. You are…?" You really wanted a drink but there was only champagne and wine. He told you his name and when no recognition passed over your face, he scoffed slightly but readopted his ‘charming’ expression.

"So, you know Blackpink?" You tried not to roll your eyes, watching him pick something to eat. His suit looked too small for him, and he had an arrogant aura. He crooked an eyebrow with a smolder, and you forced a smile.

"Um, no. I don't."

"BTS though right?"

"Um, no."

"Isn't your friend in BTS?" He motioned vaguely to the side and your brow twitched in annoyance.

"No, he's in the group Stray Kids."

"They were at Coachella." He pointed to you like he figured it out, smirking around his sip of champagne.

"No. That was ATEEZ." You hated dealing with people like him and it seemed he was mixing his ignorance with arrogance.

"Were they the ones that had Ryan Reynolds in their music video?"

"Yes." You smiled a bit more; actually glad he figured it out.

"What is your group called?" You begrudgingly told him.

"So, you like sing and dance and stuff."

"Well, um, yes." You looked around you, hoping and praying that anyone would come, but mostly Hyunjin or your manager.

"You the leader?"

"No, the eldest."

"How old are you?" He looked you up and down and you winced, feeling nauseated. You felt a familiar presence behind you, and you relaxed some feeling them. He didn't say anything, and you turned, slightly surprised to see Sicheng and not Hyunjin.

"I didn't know you were here?" You asked in Korean then and he was staring the guy down. For being so cute and pretty he was good at looking mad.

"We didn't make the runway." He told you and the other man huffed.

"This your boyfriend then?" He looked at Winwin patronizingly. You rolled your eyes.

"No, I am." Both you and Sicheng relaxed, and the annoying man turned, taking a step away when Hyunjin shoved past him.

"Thanks, hyung." He whispered to Sicheng who nodded and took a few steps away to grab something to eat.

"Is Ningning here?" You turned to him then, letting Hyunjin block you from the jerk.

"No, sorry. Who is that?" He nodded at the offender, wrinkling his nose at the food options. You told him and he shook his head, having no idea either.

"If you ever want to know what it feels like to really be treated like a woman, Miss (Y/N), I'm always available." He called around Hyunjin and you hated hearing your name come from him.

"Fuck off." You hardly ever heard your boyfriend sound that angry; he must have learned the tone from Minho.

"Excuse me!" A girl's voice drew everyone's attention and a few younger women who were probably beauty influencers shuffled up with pads of paper.

"Can we get you three's autographs?" You were grateful for the distraction and you each took turns signing for the three girls. The jerky man tried to take the pen next from Hyunjin and one of the fans shot him a look.

"Who are you?" This put a hard blow on his ego, and you held back a laugh, thanking the girls as they trotted away.

"He left." Hyunjin sighed, stepping closer to you, pressing his chest to your shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Thank you, oppa." You smiled at Winwin, and he smiled back.

For the rest of the after party you were able to avoid any more assholes, they seemed to not want to come over with both of the K-pop boys with you.

"I'm so fucking tired." You groaned, tapping your keycard against the lock of your hotel room and your boyfriend hummed in agreement, entering his own room. The door between the rooms was already open and he ended up just coming to your side and flopping on the bed.

"You'll wrinkle it." You warned, and he whined, getting off the bed  and immediately stripping down to his underwear.

"Jinnie." You huffed in amusement, picking up the garments and when you stood back up from crouching, he was already wiggled under the blankets. He hadn't even untucked them from under the mattress. You shook your head, hanging up his clothes in the garment bag, then removing your own piece and adding it.

"I'm showering." You told him and he didn't respond.

"I'm leaving the door unlocked!" You called and you could hear him wrestling to get out from the comforter as you laughed. You had just let your shapewear fall before he shoved the door open and your back hit the sink counter when he pinned you to it. His lips quickly swallowed yours, no longer needing to care about the transfer of lipstick. You whined, fingers cascading over the skin of his base torso, tongue trying to keep up with his. When he pulled away you took the chance to spin him around and pin him to the counter, laying kisses over his neck and chest, leaving red lip marks all over his skin.

"Wait, (Y/N), you don't-" He sighed as you sank to your knees, leaving fainter marks on his tummy. His cock was half-hard, and you palmed over it through his boxer briefs, and he grunted. You kissed over the fabric making him nearly whimper, and you whined yourself when you pulled his undergarment down, his fully hard cock springing out. You hummed, licking your lips, then eagerly sucked the tip into your mouth.

"Shit." Sweat had already broken on his forehead, and he leaned further back to steady himself, the cold marble of the sink made him shiver. When the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, you used your hands to hold the other half of his cock, bobbing your head. Hyunjin reached out, managing to find the shower knob and turn the water on, getting it warm. His hand petted over your hair, then tightened, pulling you back. The sting at your scalp made you shudder in delight, your dazed eyes meeting his sharp ones.

"Get in, face the wall." He pulled you up and you were glad the shower was a walk-in. You sighed as the hot water met your tense shoulders, but you squeaked when he joined, pressing his chest to your back. Your breasts pressed to the still cold wall of the shower, and you squeaked as his fingers met your cunt.

"What got you so wet?" Hyunjin hummed in your ear, and you swallowed, trying to think of how to get words out.

"W-when you told that guy to fuck off."

"So long ago?" He chuckled, removing his fingers too soon, making you huff. Before you could even think of complaining or pleading for him, he had bucked his hips, burying his fat cock in one thrust all the way. Your breath left your lungs, the burning sting sending shocks of pleasure up your spine and down your legs. There was almost no room between you two as he pressed even closer, arms wrapping around your middle and holding your hip. He let you take a few breaths to adjust, kissing your neck, the heat of the water and his cock inside you set your blood on fire. One of hands moved to cup your breast, kneading the flesh and you whimpered.

“These are perfect.” He pinched your nipple and you squeaked, then whimpered.

"M-move." You were nearly up on your tip toes, body wound so tight.

"Oh, fuck!" You gasped as Hyunjin began fucking you in earnest, not building, battering his cock deep inside you. Your cunt spasmed as you gasped for air, fingers not able to find anything to hold onto on the slick wall, cheek pressed to the cold tile.

"You're just perfect, (Y/N). Your pussy was made for me, no one else can have it." His hand splayed over your lower tummy, the sensitive skin there twitching under his palm.

"I don't want anyone else to anyway." You managed to get out, his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

"Cum for me (Y/N), yeah?" He hummed as he felt the familiar clenching of your gummy walls, his fingers rolling over your clit, sending you over the edge. Hyunjin filled you as deep as he could, grinding into you to help you ride your high, trying to fight his own.

"Fuck, please Hyunjin!" You whimpered, your orgasm seeming to last for hours.

"Well," he chuckled breathily, "if you insist." He bucked his hips a few more times and you both sighed as his hot cum painted your core white. Panting, you couldn't tell whether his skin was slick from the water or his sweat, but either way you both needed to actually shower.

~

"You know, I don't mind being the Prince and Princess of Versace." He told you softly as you laid in bed together, bundled up in your pajamas. Round two and probably three would occur otherwise and you both needed to be up early for your flight.

"No?"

"It's more like Prince William and Princess Kate than us being siblings."

"We're not married, Hyunjin." You huffed and he nodded sleepily.

"For now."

Master-Master List

Stray Kids Master List

[ever-siince-new-york]

julien baker calling reader a good girl and being in charge🙏🏻

Julien Baker x f!reader

warnings/tags: fingering, oral (reader!recieving), pet names such as... princess, baby, honey, and good girl ofc 🙄 a lil bit of toxicity and lets say stylistic errors in grammar and perspective 🙏(aka grammarly stop being mad at me i'm not gonna buy premium)

author's note: girl you know i had to. 1.2k words, should take around 15 mins to read. thank y'all so much for the requests! i promise i've seen them all, however i have also gotten back into minecraft after they added the cherry wood so... I'm working on it okay? okay. hope u like it okay bye :0

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, not again. But, here you were, scrolling to unblock her contact. You thought there was something about this city: the air or something cliche like that. Something that had you calling Julien again and again. Surely, if it were up to you and your own free will, you wouldn’t be doing this.

The ringing from the other line drowns out any rational thought from this point on.

Ring. You shouldn’t be doing this. Ring. You’ll just get hurt again. Ring. “Hello?”

There was a point where you really believed you would never hear her voice again, never even want to. “Hey,” you said.

“So uh… wh-?” you cut her off.

“Come over,” the last of a six-word phone call.

-

You wanted to slam the door shut as quickly as you’d ripped it open. She was still wearing that stupid necklace. The one you had bought for her at a gas station in… Arizona maybe? Somewhere dry, hot. As you weren’t expecting this cruel reminder of the past, you were thrown off-guard. Clenching your jaw, you didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to.

The way she kissed you that night had you drunk on her from the moment she stepped into your apartment. All your attempts at memorizing her touch, her taste, her smell were in vain. Julien always had a way of making life feel straight out of a movie. It was all teeth and tongue, your mouth surrendering to hers as soon as she tongued at your bottom lip. No memory could ever do her justice.

Her hands danced over the expanse of your body, hands moving from your ribs to your hips, your neck to your breast. Fingertips shaping your body into submission like wet clay.

You broke the kiss, leading her to your bedroom. 

“That’s not very polite, Princess. Not even going to offer me a drink?” Her feigned offense only turned you on more, ever the tease. As if she could read your mind, a smirk tugged at her beautiful lips, “I know, baby. Always so needy for me,” she spoke in a low drawl. 

Any sense of control you had was now gone. You were her’s. Again. So you’d nodded with a soft pout.

“We can fix that, honey. But you need to use your words,” Julien said. This woman would be the death of you. “Please, Jay. I need it,” you whispered.

“Need what, baby?”

“Need you,” you pouted. That seemed to satisfy her as she held out her hand for you to grab with a smile. The two of you stumbled down the hallway, towards the open door to your bedroom. 

She pushed you up against the foot of your bed, reaching down to slip her hands under the hem of your t-shirt, abandoning the article to the floorboards. Her gentle kisses up and down your neck did nothing but add fuel to the burning desire between your hips. Hands danced around your waist while yours were planted into her hair. 

You tugged at her roots in the hope of her diverting her attention to where you had craved her since she flew into town. She pulled her head away to look up at you with expectant eyes.

“What do you say, Princess?”

“Please.” That made her smirk. “Good girl,” she had said. Pressing a kiss to your soft lips, she trailed her way down to the fly of your jeans. Kneeling, she popped open the button and unzipped the fly in mere seconds, clearly as eager as you. 

She slid her hand into your cotton panties, collecting your slick before beginning to circle your clit. Very quickly you migrated from standing to sitting as she continued her ministrations. As you arched your back into her touch, she slipped two of her fingers into your entrance. 

She pressed a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh before putting her mouth on your heat. She curled her fingers and started gently suckling on your clit. Her consistent motions had your mouth open and your tongue gently curled up as you laced your fingers back into her hair. The tug you had delivered to her hair every time she changed what she was doing had her moaning into your pussy, sending reverberations through your wet cunt.

Anyone outside your open window would be able to hear what was going on inside those four walls. The sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of you coupled with the wet kisses she was littering among your core were downright sinful. 

Feeling your walls fluttering around her fingers, she knew you were close. You grunted in offense and frustration when she pulled her mouth away from you, but she quickly mended any hurt feelings with her words.

“I missed having you like this, baby. All needy just for me.” It seemed like her pace began quickening after every phrase, her hunger increasing parallel to yours. The ferocity of her thrusting fingers and her thumb now rubbing at your clit had you stumbling closer to your climax.

“You can do it, Princess. Go ‘head and cum for me, baby.”

You tugged harder and harder on her strands with every pulse of your orgasm, the increasing sting on her scalp had her moaning right along with you. The way you were squeezing and oozing on her fingers as you came down had Julien weak. She pulled her fingers out of you and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Immediately you obliged, your head too foggy to imagine disobeying. Maybe tasting yourself on her fingers was dirty, but it had happened so many times that it almost felt romantic. To the two of you, experiencing the sensual evidence of your euphoria was just as pure and intimate as a kiss. 

You laid alone atop your sheets for a moment until she returned to you. She had removed most of her own clothes, leaving herself in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. She brought the wipes she had grabbed from your bathroom up to your pussy, navigating your folds simply with her memory. A soft furrow settled itself between her brows, displaying her focused state as she cleaned you up.

Once she was satisfied, she crawled up next to you on the bed. Pulling your head to lay on her chest. You looked up at her with wide eyes as she stroked your hair.

“Honestly, I never thought this would happen again,” her hushed voice tugged at your heart. “I know,” you said. “I’m glad that it did,” her inflection made the words sound like a question, but you didn’t answer, preferring the quiet to any unsure, over-thought reply you could give. She sighed gently and gave a soft peck to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. Smiles rested on both of your faces, yours spreading to hers.

It was funny how little you cared in the moment you knew you would come to regret. If you could bottle the pure ecstasy Julien had coaxed out of you, surely you would have good reason not to.

For better or for worse, no one else could ever possibly make you feel the way she did, and for right then, that was enough.

[deja-yu]

Autumn nights 3/? Blinding lights - Choi San

Genre: fluff

1.6K

Request: Ateez idol!San x idol!reader where they like each other but don’t know how to confess and are kinda scared bc of their career, but everything works out in the end?

Notes: reader's profession isn't mentioned, and it's lovers at first sight trope, and! I didn't spend too long on the repercussions of rumours/ a dating 'scandal'.

You could never really get used to the bright lights during the press moments. Repressing the unhinged fear in your mind that you were in fact not in the pretty outfit your stylist helped you into earlier and instead a towel. When a smile makes it onto your face at the thought the lights seem to increase to a strobe like level. It wasn’t often you got to attend events with such a wide variety of people, there were fashion editors, singers, actors, whoever managed to impress the hosts enough to be invited. On your way from the red-carpet photo-opt for the press to the entrance of the event, you smile at your fans. When scanning the crowd your eyes land on a picket of Hongjoong, was he also attending? Your heart skips a beat, alone or with the others? With San? Ever since you got invited alongside San to a gameshow you were crushing on him like crazy.

Your mind goes back to how you got paired together as the guest team, playing games together to try and beat the other teams. After shooting the introduction and first couple games you had a break, not being sure how to socialize with everyone you sat alone in your changing room. San had knocked on the open door and came to your side with a sweet smile when you invited him inside, “You want to go have lunch with me?”. Your heart fluttered as you took the hand that he was holding out for him. You had so much fun with him over lunch, being able to connect with him when you didn’t have to worry about your words or actions. The last games had been even more fun, being able to interact with San a lot more comfortable after getting to know him a little. During the games the hosts kept teasing the two of you looked like a couple with how San kept taking care of you. When going through a haunted maze section, he was visibly scared but never let go of your hand or made you go first. After the show both your fans teased that it seemed like love at first sight, but of course there were also negative comments. You had to post to your socials how fun filming was and thanking San for looking out for you throughout the games but add don’t worry guys he is still all yours. You later saw a snippet from a live he did, “oh the show was really fun, me and y/n got along really well! I wish we could meet again without people getting upset” you chuckled at the deadpanned look he sent towards the camera.

Inside the venue was large and you felt your heart sink, you usually had your stylist or assistant with you. But you couldn’t find them between the horde of other staff waiting. After texting back and forth you would just find them later. Taking a breath, you raise your head and square your shoulders, making your way through the event and giving everyone you locked eyes with a friendly smile and wave. There was a party in one hall, and a calmer socializing hall, but you quickly found yourself in the art exhibition. It was a lot calmer and the people you ran into were either there for the same reasons (to recharge a little) or have a scandal worthy make-out session in the adjacent empty rooms. Not that you saw anything, TMZ doesn’t pay you enough to live with the guilt of ruining someone’s life.

“Y/N?” you take your eyes of the art piece in front of you to turn around. Meeting the eyes of a beautifully dressed San. His hair was slicked up and away from his face but one strand was either stubborn or perfectly styled to stick out just right. Butterflies burst in your stomach and you smile while muttering a Hi. He grins at you and strides across the room to meet you. “Thought I saw you! Look at you” he takes a step back and gives you a look over, you jokingly do a little twirl and he lets out ohh and wahh’s to fuel your ego. You grin at him shoving him lightly to shut him up. “How are you?” you question, “I loved your album by the way!” his eyebrows raise but you miss the way his ears turn pink. He stammers for a second before clearing his throat “Did you see the music video?” laughing you say of course! “What did you think of my part?” puppy eyes on you as you fake ponder for a moment. “I’d say it was pretty hot. But I prefer you not all beat up” taking your turn to give him a good look over, “This is more my style” your heart was beating at a ridiculous pace but the few drinks you downed on your way here gave you that little extra confidence. “Yeah?” raising an eyebrow while he smirks.

You both turn to look at the entrance of the room, a group of people slowly coming into the previous empty room. Your heart drops a little and you automatically take a step away from San. When you look up at him, his eyes are already on you but you can’t read his expression. You gasp when he leans in close, whispering in your ear “Tipton hotel, room 325. Let’s have dinner together this time”. He pulls away with a smile “I’ll go find my members now, have a lovely evening Y/N”, giving you a small nod before walking out of the room. As if he didn’t leave goosebumps all over your neck and leave you stunned in silence.  Composing yourself you eventually leave and find your way to the party, socializing some more but you don’t see San anywhere or any of the other ATEEZ members.

You check yourself in the elevator mirror once more, you had changed since you left the party opting for something a little bit more comfortable. You didn’t have the chance to tell San you were staying in the same hotel. Which made it a lot easier because you wondered how he thought you would get into his hotel without the security assuming you were just another crazy fan. You had ordered some fast food and you hoped it was enough, making sure to order for his members too. Not one to make bad first impressions. The hallway was similar to your floor and you felt your hands get sweaty as you made your way to room 325. Standing before the door in silent contemplation before finally knocking on the door. Which proved more difficult with your hands full so you just kicked your foot against the frame. Cringing at the loud thuds. The door opened wordlessly and you were greeting with San already walking back into the room, his words ring clear though “I swear Wooyoung , they might still show up!”, his figure disappears as he turns into the bedroom. And you stand frozen to your spot, glancing down either side of the hallway before taking a step inside. “Why are you not saying anything? Have you run out of jokes?” you jump slightly when San reappears in the small hallway. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise and his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water “Y/N?”.

“I brought dinner” you hold up the bags, trying to sound casual but the shakiness in your voice is hard to hide. “Oh yes, come in!” It always surprises you how fast he is, taking the bags from your hands and kicking the door shut. Your shaky hands take off your coat and shoes before you follow him into the room. “You got a lot” a small snort comes from him “Oh, yes, because of your members I wanted to make sure it was enough” he hums before turning to you with a sly look “But you came for me right?” rolling your eyes you suck your teeth, “Actually I haven’t told you but Hongjoong is my bias”. He laughs as your words, “You can’t lie to me” sending him a challenging look you decide to tease him so more, “After spending 20 hours in total with me, you can tell when I lie?”. You take a step back when he comes closer, you bump into the bed but manage to catch yourself from falling. Trying to keep your though act up but it was crumbling fast under his eyes.

“I can’t tell. But…” He hesitates for a moment before his hand cups your face. “I am taking my chances” his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. “We’ll get in trouble” you whisper and he nods “Yes, but I don’t think I can stay out of trouble when it comes to you. But if you want… I’ll stop” his breath mingles with yours in the small space between you. You want to run away but something about San roots you to your spot. Because ever since you first met, it was like a rope was tied between you, constantly tugging you to him. So you blame that same rope when you find yourself slowly leaning in, lips meeting shortly before you both pull away. And then, with newfound hunger your hands are tugging him closer, his hands finding your waist. Even as you stumble and fall on the bed, his touch never leaves you. Lips finding your neck, your breath heavy as he grunts softly. When he moves back to your face you tangle your hands in his hair, tugging to stop him before kissing you again. “Are you sure?” he nods with a laugh “It can be our secret for now” smiling at his words you nod, releasing your grip so his lips can meet yours again.

[elvenbeard]

Soft OTP asks #9???

HIII this took me a hot minute öaskdhfasf. Thank you so much for asking!! I had this in my drafts forever and just didn't get around to editing it, but now finally here we are 👀

Prompts Handsome As Fuck

(Cyberpunk 2077 fanfic, Kerry Eurodyne x V, 1127 words; prompt: Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.)

“You want one of my ties?” V asked, and Kerry had to pause for a couple of seconds to ensure he’d heard him correctly. His hesitation made V’s head appear from behind the open doors of the wardrobe, and his expression changed from neutral expectation to laughter as he saw the face Kerry made.

“A tie? Do I look like I wear ties to ya?” Kerry asked with played offense and gestured at himself up and down rapidly. His shirt was still unbuttoned, he couldn’t find his belt, and he was already looking forward to switching his suit pants for something more comfortable – or nothing – as soon as they were back home later. He hated that the label made him go to this party, a formal cocktail event… that wasn’t exactly Kerry’s specialty, and the dress code only made it worse.

V snickered and the sound pulled Kerry’s thoughts back to the present. He was glad V’d be there with him tonight, happy to come even, as he didn’t get to dress up fancy for his job at the Afterlife really. He could, technically, but he chose not to, for a variety of reasons.

“Do I look like I wear ties?” V asked, posing to showcase his tattoos, fingers running through colorful strands of hair.

“Well, no,” Kerry shrugged, flustered, “Most of the time, at least. Today a little bit.”

V chuckled softly and returned his attention to the wardrobe briefly. He was already pretty much ready to go, dark pants and shirt, a sleek red blazer, his hair slicked back. It was still way shorter than back when they first met, too short for styling it much into a shape he liked. But he’d finally dyed it in his favorite colors again at least.

Kerry smiled to himself, and before getting too lost in thought once again continued to dig through a bunch of clothes on the armchair by the bed. Finally, his fingers got a hold of the smooth synleather belt he’d been searching for. At the very bottom of the pile, of course. He swiftly put it on and flinched slightly when a hand tapped him on the shoulder.

“Sorry,” V whispered apologetically – he really moved too quietly for his own good sometimes.

“Try this one, goes well with the shirt,” V smiled and handed Kerry a dark blue blazer with fine woven stripes of gold.

“That’s none of mine,” Kerry said as V helped him slip into it, expecting it to be just a tiny bit too tight around the shoulders, and the sleeves a tiny bit too long for him. Sharing t-shirts and other stretchy or less-fitted clothes was no issue between them, but when it came to tailored evening wear – or shoes – the problems began. Yet, this blazer fit Kerry like a glove…

“Now it is,” V grinned and, holding on to Kerry’s lapels, gave him a quick sweet kiss on the lips, “Looking handsome as fuck.”

“You… gonk,” was all Kerry managed to say, too surprised, taken aback, fingers trailing over V’s hands first, then feeling the soft, velvety fabric of the blazer.

“This fits me better than my goddamn wedding suit,” he muttered.

“Yeah, cause your stylist has no clue what she’s doing,” V said with a self-confident shrug, and Kerry chuckled.

“Thank you,” he then just said and kissed V back before slowly stepping in front of the mirror to take a look at himself. And damn yeah… he looked criminally hot, the colors of the jacket accentuating his cyberware and eyes, contrasting with his bare chest.

“Think I’m just gonna leave my shirt open,” he said, turning to see himself from different angles.

V laughed as he passed by behind him, and Kerry noticed him checking him out shamelessly. As he should, Kerry had never felt as good in a suit before.

“You can pull it off,” V said.

“You could, too!” Kerry said, gesturing loosely at V’s shirt buttoned all the way to the top.

“Prefer it like this.”

He picked a dark red tie out of the closet then joined Kerry in front of the mirror to put it on. Kerry watched as swift fingers flung the fabric around and skillfully turned it into a pretty knot.

“My father never taught me that kinda stuff,” he mused a little absentmindedly.

V paused for a moment.

“Neither did mine,” he said seriously, “Some guy in an old video tutorial did. Also taught me how to shave.”

Kerry realized his mistake.

“Ah, fuck… sorry, sometimes I…” he started, but V laughed.

“It’s fine,” he said, tie done neat and tidy, and gave Kerry a quick peck on the cheek before turning to leave, “Kinda flattering, in a way. That you forget it sometimes.”

“Love ya. Just the way you are, V,” Kerry said quietly and turned away from the mirror to follow V downstairs. Their Delamain had just passed by the bedroom windows and landed outside.

V petted the cat goodbye, then they both left the penthouse through the northern patio door.

“I didn’t always,” V mused quietly and Kerry almost paused in his tracks, “Love myself the way I am, I mean. Y’know what I bought from my first paycheck that didn’t go straight to Vik?”

“The newest braindance wreath?” Kerry teased.

“Okay… from my second paycheck,” V corrected himself and Kerry laughed.

“Hmm… not sure.”

“A fitted shirt, that actually didn’t really fit me all that well,” V said, “And a worn-out second-hand blazer, and an awful tie. I’d never owned any of those, my mother would’ve tossed it all out the moment she saw it. And even though I looked like shit, the euphoria when I saw myself in the mirror in that fit was unreal.”

So much suddenly clicked into place with V and his clothing choices for Kerry that he’d never considered before. V sighed as they reached the AV, the door sliding open as they approached.

“Kinda dumb, I know,” he said, “Putting so much weight onto a piece of fabric and outdated gender norms.”

“It’s not dumb at all,” Kerry shook his head and took V’s hand as they sat down inside while Delamain gave his little welcome speech.

“I’m a firm believer in ‘do whatever the fuck makes you happy’. Even if it’s something ‘kinda dumb’ like dressing however you wanna. If it makes ya feel good, go for it.”

V chuckled.

“Thank you,” he said quietly and rested his head on Kerry’s shoulder, “Love ya.”

“Love ya, too,” Kerry said, fingers entangled with his handsome date’s, his mainline, his big, unexpected late-life love story that he couldn’t even have dreamed of... The man that kept surprising him each day by showing him new ways to love himself unconditionally.

[whistwhistler]

kacy wedding aesthetic hc's

i'd posted this on twitter but thought i'd also share on here (with expanded thoughts because of that dang tweet limit) but for whatever reason suited!wedding kacy has been living in my head rent free for at least twelve hours and needed to get it out there somewhere, so please enjoy this little curation of what i think kate and lucy would wear & do for their wedding (keep in mind, i'm also big on details - so be on the lookout as to how i'm tying both kate and lucy's looks together to complement one another!)

kate's outfit

without a shadow of a doubt, kate is wearing a white suit. the look is actually perfectly captured in the bottom left photo. it's still classy, elegant, but not traditional by any means. she'd wear a double breasted blazer, wide leg pants (as she already basically does on the show), she'd have a minimal floral arrangement, and classy, but not over the edge jewelry to tie it all together (again, as she already does in the show). i just think this elevates the look she's already pulling off, but in a way that's very different to what work whistler would wear.

1b. Shoes

shoes depend on the length of her pants and if she wants to be towering over lucy on their wedding day haha. but i imagine she'd wear open toed shoes - heels or flats (similar to what she wore when she won lucy back in tennant's backyard, and similar to the first 2 pics above)

1c. hair

maybe i'm still riding off the absolute elation 2x11 gave me, but i 100% am convinced that kate would wear her hair exactly how she did in 2x11. it's immaculate. it's giving. it's stunning. loose/relaxed waves tied back into a half-pony??!!!?? oh my GOD. i'll literally never shut up about this. also - circling back to jewelry, she absolutely would wear these hexagonal earrings. they are in their own unique way, a statement piece. holy. i'm not going to dive into the symbolism of a hexagon or the meaning of the number 6, but in your own time, check it out - you won't be disappointed

2. lucy's outfit

lucy is absolutely going to rock the all black power suit. i don't think she'd go the route of wearing a tie/bowtie, but i do think she'd do something along the lines of a mockneck-type shirt that has a nice silk or sheer material. pants would be a little more tapered - not as wide as kate's, and hemmed just above the ankle to give her some options on wedding day (i will expand on what i mean by 'options' in 2b.)

2b. shoes

lucy would wear some really really nice chelsea boots or loafers/mules (depending on if she wants height for their wedding photos but she also might not really care and i vibe with that. also, she's definitely the type to be indecisive about what shoes she wants to wear on wedding day, so she ends up buying both the chelseas and loafers because she already knows she may possibly lose a shoe and not have a backup shoe that matches the first pair so she'll have to settle for the second choice pair) for jewelry she'll probably keep it minimal as well - simple hoop earrings, perhaps a tennis bracelet (teehee), and her signature big a$$ watch.

2c. hair

i'd like to think lucy would do something along the lines of a slicked back, crisp pony BUT hear me out - middle parted!! because a middle part is so sexy!! (but also i don't know how well that would work with yas' hair because she does have a lil cowlick but also she could do a slightly off-centred middle part??? man idk i'm not a hair stylist i just think she looks really good here) and she'd do it obviously because it matches the vibe of the rest of her all-black outfit. it's slick. it's sleek. it's giving john wick but the lady version. and i'm here for it.

3. wedding bands

so i had posted this on twitter without explaining that these two photos aren't kate and lucy's rings separately - i think they absolutely would have matching bands. but either of these is the direction i think they'd go. they're minimal, not too flashy, but still lets everyone know that they got money in the baaaaaaank (another hc of mine: kate really likes gold jewelry and wouldn't go for anything less than 24k). realistically i think they'd go for the wedding band on the left - it's not too flashy for work, it's not overly thick or as ugly as some wedding bands are (i'm sorry but also not sorry), and it's just them. i don't know how else to explain it. buuuuut, in a theoretical world, they would have bought rings for each other like on the right as engagement rings (because we all know that when time comes to propose, they're both going to uno reverse each other when one of them proposes first because the other was absolutely planning to propose as well) AND THEN STACK THEM. BOOM. Gold band & Diamond encrusted band to give them the bling but still keep it lowkey. (I just don’t think they’re big Diamond rock people sorry)

4. ceremony venue

kate and lucy strike me as sentimental people (despite lucy being one to "pack light"). i think they're the kind of people who hold places that have a lot of meaning near and dear to their hearts. i like to imagine that they would use their little beach from 2x07 to do their ceremony at (and they would do a closed ceremony - they'd rent that entire beach out for family and friends). it's a place that's symbolic to lucy slowly conquering her fears and kate being steady, safe, and secure enough in their relationship that they would overcome that little obstacle. it's also a place where lucy learns to really compromise, because she knows that the ocean is something that kate adores, respects, and reveres: that despite it's vastness, there is beauty. there is life. and like their love for one another, it's wave after wave after wave. and it washes over them (hypothetically, because lucy still will never set foot in the ocean).

5. reception venue

again, with kate and lucy being private people and having a small guest list (by choice, they also hate being the centre of attention), i'd imagine they'd use tennant's backyard because of how special and significant the tennant home has become in their lives: finding ohana, being invited over for dinner or drinks, it literally being an open-door home for any of them whenever they needed; it's the safest space they know. it's also where kate won lucy back. full circle baby. (also julie is absolutely the wedding planner. she knows everyone else will be way too busy with work to even get down to the planning. so she creates moodboards and they quickly find that she has a knack for wedding planning despite her age).

that's all! thanks for coming to my kacy wedding aesthetic headcanon ted talk!

[aajjks]

outfit: https://pin.it/7KZda5ZKk

hair: https://pin.it/Xzyjw1x6d

mommy issues!JK

to:

mr. jeon:

4 sounds great!

figure skates? a surprise? what are you up to, mr. jeon? 😏

you reply and once you hit send, you rush to your bedroom to pick an outfit for your date. should you do a skirt? a track suit? pants and top? should you slick your hair down? put clips in it? should you put makeup on? or just go bare-face?

its been so long since you’ve been on the date and you want to make sure you look appropriate for both jungkook and seol. you search high and low for cute outfits but none of them impress you.

*ding*

from:

mr. jeon:

you’ll see 😉

you pick up your phone and read the text jungkook sent back to you and roll your eyes but not in an annoyed way. you continue scouring through your closet and dressers for both an outfit and the box that holds your old ice skates. after 20 minutes, you finally decide on cute denim outfit you had sitting in the back of your closet with a white pair of sneakers but you still couldn’t locate your ice skates.

now that you think about it, you might’ve thrown your skates away with your competition outfits on that fateful day. you looked around every nook and cranny for those ice skates but you still couldn’t find them and ice skates aren’t the cheapest pairs of shoes.

after checking your bedroom closet, you had a hunch that they might be in your living room closet. the moment you opened the closet door, there were your skates still sitting in that old blue and pink box you remember. however, you’re hesitant to pick up and open the box. you can feel it all coming back to you, the amount of times you’ve cried, the first of many burns, you remember it all.

“‘s alright, y/n. it’s over now” you whisper and slowly, you open the box revealing your skates and all kinds of pictures. pictures of your doing tricks in your old costumes, with your friends, and many many more. you take hold of the left boot and attempt to slide it on your foot which surprisingly fit just fine.

“hopefully i still got it” you say as you grab the other boot and set them next to your outfit and get yourself ready for your date in the next few hours.

you bathe, brush and rinse your mouth, put very little make up on and styled your hair with cute clips for seol. by the time you finish it’s 3:48 PM ‘just a little longer’ you think to yourself, so to pass the time you eat a small snack on your couch until jungkook knocks on your door.

by 3:50, you hear two knocks at your door and an excited voice calling for you.

“mommy! mommy! open the door!!” says an excited seol and the moment you open the door, he rushes in to give you a big hug.

“aww, hi seol~ did you miss me?”

“mhm. daddy said we’re going to spend the whole day together!” he jumps.

“we are going to spend the day together” you agree and once you finish speaking to seol, you make sure to greet jungkook with a hug too.

“hi, jungkook. so..what exciting plans do you have for me and seol?”

~🫧

He’s a little shocked to see you guys matching, he loves denim, and Seol is also wearing a denim kind of hoodie suit, he’s so happy because this is a sign from God that you are meant to be as a family together.

And can he just say how pretty you look today? You’re always so pretty and he’s so in love. You should be a stylist because of the way you choose your clothing.

So pretty.

“we are matching!” Seol gushes as he wraps his arms around your legs, Jungkook scratches the back of his head as he tries to think of appropriate words, he can use to complement you without creeping you out. “wow you look…. Like a model.” he says awkwardly, but he’s being genuine right now.

“Uh… I think you’re going to like today’s plan.” He smirks, “even though it’s not really that eventful or special but I thought maybe you could teach me some figure skating, and we could figure skating and we could go to an arcade, then play some games and then finally we could have dinner together! I made reservations just in case!”

Since I told him last night about figure skating, he is so intrigued because it’s sounds a little difficult, and he searched up videos on YouTube- it’s honestly really attractive.

He would love to see some pictures from your past, but maybe you’ll show them to him one day and also you must be really flexible. “I would love it if you could teach me a little bit of figure skating.” He says, he does not know shit about it, but he’s an eager learner specially when you’re the teacher.

“you could say I’m your student today. And you’re my teacher instead.”

He winks, giggling. He can get the figure skaters out at the rink, because of course they must offer them. And they’re gonna be having y’all change these outfits or will they have them let you keep wearing them? He has no idea but he’s excited.

Just like that you are in the elevator waiting for the ground floor to come so you can go to the parking where his car is, “ahhh there is my car.”

Jungkook exclaims before using his key to turn the car on, and he opens the front door for you, like your chauffeur, “come on ma’am.” He jokes and you get in, after making sure that his son is settled on the backseat, Jungkook is off to the rink, driving away.

And don’t think that he didn’t ask you guys if you were hungry, but you both said that maybe you’ll eat later after you’re done with your adventure at the skating rink today.

As he is driving, you’re busy conversing with the four year at the back, “mommy is so pretty!” Seol coos, making jungkook smile as he watches you melt a little.

“I know! She’s gorgeous!” Jungkook says to the toddler munching on biscuits in the back.

You are definitely blushing, because he keeps on looking at you from the front mirror, stealing glances at your face, Small noises of music is playing, and the heater in the car is on because it’s cold.

“I know you’re going to do amazing yn!” He smiles brightly, and after a few minutes of driving, you are at the destination.

And the three of you get into the rink as he talks to the instructor there, you are with him, so he’s not scared you will take care of him, right?

Jungkook tells the staff there that he doesn’t have any skaters, so they gladly provide him with a pair. As you’re putting yours on, he’s so excited.

Seol will be watching from the boundary, a woman is watching him like he made sure to ask her, and he’s so excited too.

“Come on yn!” Jungkook says as he barely manages to come towards you, with his figure skaters on, and he almost falls flat on his face, but you catch his hands.

His heart flutters. “You got me? Yeah?” He asks you. Looking at your intertwined hands.

“Tell me do I get a reward if I do good?”

jungkook & Seol’s outfits :)

[sharkinlovewithadolphin]

For the ask thing, 27, 32 and 35 l. Maybe with tattoos. Maybe?

Thank you!! ❤ Sorry for the wait <3 50 cliché tropes and prompts 27) Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second 32) A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss 35) “Do you trust me?” Read on AO3 (it's too long to post here ;_; fuck tumblr). Sneak peek under the cut:

Rin really wishes he hadn’t gone along with his coworkers’ suggestion to go out for a drink together but, alas, here he is, downing another out of too-many-shots, getting his eardrums blasted with some loud beats to a song he he can’t fully make out over the bass and the noise of his coworkers attempting to yell to each other louder than said music. He’s only 27, so he doesn't really consider himself old quite yet, but he still feels way too old for this. Then again, it had never really been his forté to go clubbing, if he's being completely honest. A coworker named Chiaki turns away from another coworker and towards him instead, then yells something, but Rin can’t hear what she’s trying to say over all the noise. “What?” He yells back, and she moves closer to him. “Want to go next door? To the bar? It’s getting a bit crowded in here,” she yells again, this time nearly directly into his ear. It’s been crowded since before we came, he’s tempted to point out, but he doesn’t. “Sure,” he agrees, and helps them gather the rest of their coworkers before all six of them head out. They go into the bar, and Rin instantly notices how much quieter and less crowded it is, way before he even gets a chance to properly gain any other impression of the place. Then slowly: it’s dark, but lighter than the club. People look older here, too, though not old. There is a gathering of roughly 20 or 30 people dancing in one area, otherwise the rest are scattered around the bar or sitting down around the tables and booths. The music is at an adequate level, one where Rin's actually able to make out words and tunes other than just eardrum-damaging bass.

Working as a hair stylist has its pros and its cons. Rin enjoys the work a lot. He loves the variety of experience he gets, the work flow, his coworkers and most of his customers, and the pay at his current salon is surprisingly also nothing to complain about. However, his job does include having to stand up almost the entire day, and having done so this day - standing up for his entire 9 hours long shift, followed by another hour at the club, he can currently feel the day catching up to him. He decides to stay at the bar, sitting down on a stool just to rest his feet for a little bit, declining several invitations to go dance with his coworkers to regain some sense of feeling in his feet and legs. He orders a yuzu cocktail, and sips it while watching his coworkers on the dancefloor with a smile, his back leaning slightly against the counter of the bar. He manages to finish his drink before his thoughts are interrupted. “Are you here all by yourself?” A male voice asks from beside him. Rin turns around towards the sound, unsure at first if it was really him that was being asked, or if it was someone else. A young man has sat down beside him without him noticing it, and he wonders for a moment how he didn’t - the man is tall, with dark, greasy-looking hair slicked back and distinct features, including a prominent jaw. He appears rather sophisticated, wearing a suit as if he just got out of either some important meeting or a boring office job. “No,” Rin simply says with a polite smile. “That’s too bad,” the man says. “Who are you here with?” “Why do you ask?” Rin doesn’t want to come off as rude, but he also knows from past experience to never indulge strangers in even the vaguest of suspicious questions. People usually only ask others whether they're alone or not if they have some sort of intention to go with that, and Rin doesn't have any interest in whatever intention lies behind this man asking it. “Hey, no need to be cold,” the man chuckles. “Can I buy you a drink?” Rin is about to answer, when a hand is suddenly on his shoulder. He quickly looks up, only to see Makiko, another coworker of his, smile far too widely at him, almost as if it’s a bit forced. “Hey, wanna come dance with us?” she asks, and Rin gets the hint immediately. She’s trying to help him out. “Sure,” Rin smiles back, grateful for the way out. He looks down at the stranger, and, as politely as possible, says: “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to say no.” The stranger looks annoyed, but Rin can’t find it in him to care, and allows Makiko to drag him off to the relatively small dancing area. He dances for what feels like hours, but is likely no more than 20 minutes, judging by the few songs that have played in the background. After a close and almost provocative dance with a coworker named Minato to some upbeat pop song, he goes to order another drink for himself, something light this time, just to take off the worst of his thirst. He notices a guy with dark, raven-colored, soft-looking, short hair sitting at the bar. Their eyes meet, and Rin swears he’s never seen eyes so deeply and perfectly blue before. A part of him feels a little speechless for a moment, but he still manages to smile at him. Surprisingly enough, even though the guy doesn’t seem to be the type of person who would smile back, he does. A little smile, but it's still there. He appears quite fascinated with Rin at first glance, but he quickly looks away again. Rin gets his drink, thanks the bartender, downs it, then goes back to the dance floor with a last glance to the stranger with pretty eyes, disappointed not to get to see them again, but just the backside of the guy’s head. Read the rest on AO3.

[consistent-self-destruction]

just realized this is my hundredth post so that's cool 😭

anyways, currently in a pretty upsetting predicament! so ever since i was 9, my mom's been relaxing my hair - and around the start of high school, i started asking her top stop relaxing it and let me grow it natural. it's been an argument and sore spot between us for years, and she never took me seriously. she's been forcing me to relax it anyway even though i don't want to. but now that i've started college, i've made it a mission to take independence and control over my life and appearance and autonomy over my hair is apart of that. so far it's been rocky but decent. my mom gave me crochet braids to start the semester that lasted me until mid october. then we took them out and braided my hair up for a temporary wig moment that lasted me from the end of october to early/mid november ish. and then (this was a big turning point for), i bought faux locs off of amazon and booked my first ever hair appointment with a stylist and friend on my campus. it was my first time ever letting someone other than my mom do my hair, and she was pretty upset - but things ended up okay because my mom admitted to liking the locs anyway. when i came home for break, i took the locs down and ive had my hair out ever since, not really doing anything with it because i haven't had anywhere to go. essentially - since the end of august (and even before that actually because i had braids for the summer), i've had my hair in only protective styles, so it has grown out a LOT. i thought my mom and i were in hesitant agreeance that i could let my hair continue to grow naturally and eventually cut the dead ends, but just a few hours ago, she told me that she's going to relax it. obviously i'm not gonna let her, i absolutely refuse. it has been years of bullshit and now that i've finally gone this long growing my hair out? i refuse to give in and let her take control again. especially because she only wants to do it for the sake of her pride, and making things easier on herself even though it's MY hair and MY choice which she completely disregards. either way though, now i'm completely on my own and i don't know what to do! because she wants to relax it and won't budge, she's not gonna braid my hair so i wont have any protective style for when i go back on campus. my mom has done my hair my entire life and never really let me learn how to do it on my own and always kept the hair products, tools, and resources locked up in her room. the same is true even now. i dont know how to braid at ALL and i don't have any of my own hair products, tools, or resources. i don't have the money to splurge on any either, or buy any hair and book an appointment. essentially i have zero support, zero knowledge, and zero resources. i really have no clue what i'm going to do. i figured i might take some of her stuff back with me that i've been using - this conditioner spray, a water spray bottle, an almost-empty hair moisturizer, a hard brush, a detangling brush, a wide tooth comb, edge brush, rattail comb, edge control, and styler gel. on my own i have some pins and a blue patterned hair scarf. i did this one style on my own once that my bestfriend told me to try where i pulled all my hair back and slicked it down, did my edges, and wrapped my hair in the scarf - putting the scarf in a low bun and having the top of it on my head be pulled back enough so my hair in the front could peek-a-boo. it was cute and i liked it! but that scarf doesn't go with everything :/ and i'm not confident yet to where my hair without a scarf because when i pull it all back, the length is hardly enough to make a decent bun or ponytail and it's embarrassing. and i definitely can't wear it straight out / down because of the difference in texture between my natural roots and permed ends. so with that, im even thinking about just cutting off the dead ends so i can take my mom's curling cream and wear my hair down confidently without dead damaged ends. especially because if i don't cut it, i'll have to wear my hair slicked back - which means i'll only wear it with the one scarf i own that doesn’t match anything in my wardrobe. it's really just all frustrating because i just want to feel pretty and confident. my hair is such a big insecurity and it's really frustrating to feel helpless and stuck about it. i don't know. i'll talk to my bestfriend about it in the morning and see what happens, but right now i'm just really sad cause i don't know what to do and i just wanna feel pretty.

- 1.11.23 | 5:43 AM -

[ozarkthedog]

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

summary: Chris eats your pussy before he leaves for the mtv awards show.

warnings: pussy eating. a few spanks. dirty talk. my silly sense of humor. no beta. Chris Evans with a graying beard and looking like this ☝️

word count: 1,222

author’s note: this is my interpretation of why he came dressed like he did that night 😏

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Really, Babe?” Chris says bemusedly as you step into the bedroom. “You’re makin’ it really fuckin’ hard to leave.” 

His eyes travel over your towel-clad form, fresh and dewy from the shower you just took. Swirls of steam follow close behind as you walk into the room and go about your post-shower routine. “Oh come on, it won’t be that bad.” 

You knew how much he loathed big events. Especially after being away from them for so long. “You’ll be back home before you know it.” You offer with a sympathetic smile.

He nods with a sigh and looks over the various options his stylist picked out for the night. Chris was allowed to choose from a few select shirts but the red bomber jacket was a must. He’s wearing a classic wife-beater as he sits on the edge of the bed before leaning over to tie his white Nikes.

You eye the black trousers he donned and the wife-beater that framed his torso so delectably, that it looked like it was painted onto his body. His back muscles ripple with the tiny actions as he knots the laces.

God damn, he made the simplest outfits look sinful. 

The peak of his tattoos from under the thin white top and the gold chain that always hypnotized you whenever he fucked you from above had your heart racing. 

From the corner of his eye, he spies you staring at him. “See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?” He croons as his salt and peppered beard curves into a sly grin. 

A soft whimper falls from your lips as you nod. 

He holds out a hand, “C’mere.” 

When he feels your palm slide over his, he simultaneously lays back and moves you so that you kneel over his face.

“Chris! You can’t be serious. You’ve got to leave soon!” You argue as he tears the towel from your body and throws it across the bed.

He doesn’t look affected by your plea as he stares up at you with playful eyes. Instead, he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your throbbing core close to his lips. 

He takes a deep breath and groans. “If you can’t be with me tonight, I wanna smell you while I’m gone.” 

You pester again, but cave once his searing tongue touches your cunt. His strong hold on your hips forces you to sit down completely on his silvery bearded jaw. The soft yet prickly strands make your skin pebble as your hands fall to the mattress above his head.

His deft tongue grazes your slick opening, drawing teasing circles before slowly tracing up the slice of you. He swipes at your clit with taut flicks before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth and making your channel clench around nothing. 

You fist the sheets and gasp when a curt smack lands on your ass. The shock of it forces your hips to shove against his face and grind your cunt harder onto his jaw. The two of you groan in unison and the deep vibrations from his chest add to the illicit sensation nestled in your core. 

Your arousal gets the better of you and before you can think, you weave your hands into his freshly styled locks. Chris moans into your cunt as you tug helplessly at his hair, desperate for your orgasm to tear through you. 

When the hard set gel registers in your grip, you open your eyes to the mess you’ve made of his delicate quaff.  

“Shit! Chris, I’m so sorry!” Your face swelters as you try to shift your weight off his mouth, thoroughly embarrassed by your feral actions.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions while locking his arms ever tighter around your thighs. 

“Chris, please, we need to stop.” You plead, shock written all over your face. “Your hair… the car will be here soon.” The tug of anxiety pulls heavy on your belly adding an extra weight of arousal even if you’re trying to stomp it out.

“You’re not leavin’ until you cum on my tongue.” He demands from beneath you with sharp eyes. 

He lands another hearty smack on your ass, “Go on, grind that pretty pussy on my beard. I wanna taste your cum before I leave.”

You don’t say no to that. 

His mouth is back on you, slotting his tongue between your inner folds and diving into the velvet warmth of you. 

He fucks his tongue into your pussy with steady drives, licking every inch he can until your hands find his hair once more and you begin to meet his thrusts. 

A ragged groan rumbles from his sternum and his nails leave indents in your skin as you writhe and rock on his face as you race to hit your peak before it’s too late.

His mustache grazes your clit with every grind onto his tongue and it sends wave after wave of unending bliss to course through you until your nerves start to sizzle. 

He pulls away for a moment, nipping at one of your outer folds when you whine. 

“Want cha’ to cream all over my face, Pretty girl. Mark me with your filthy cunt.” He orders before licking his slick stained lips. He suckles your abused, sensitive clit forcing a painful yelp from you before he shoves his tongue back in your sopping hole.

Your spine tingles with the telltale sign of an orgasm as you shove your pussy down faster onto his tongue. His fingers dig into your skin as your body begins to shake, holding you still as the rapture takes over.

Stars twinkle behind your lids as you explode around his tongue with a shout. Cream spills from your core, drowning his tongue and staining his beard. 

You catch your breath, feeling the faint traces of fervid delight leave your system as Chris kisses your soft inner thigh before his impending departure. 

A phone chimes and then begins to ring. Chris taps your hips and you flop onto the bed with an elated sigh as he drags the phone from his pocket and answers. His beard glistens with your shiny arousal as he talks to whoever was on the other end. 

“Shit, yeah, I’ll be right out.” Chris says exasperatedly into his cell before hanging up. You grasp his chin and wipe his beard clean with your discarded towel just before he’s on his feet. 

He hastily throws on a red bomber jacket, not caring about a shirt when his stops and stares at his disheveled reflection in the mirror. His hair was styled in every direction thanks to your wild fingers. 

“Oh, Fuck. My hair!” He spins on the spot, laughing nervously and you see his mind racing before you spot the NASA cap on the bedside table. 

“Here. Wear this.” You throw him the cap and he looks at you like you made the sun and stars. “Oh thank god.” He fixes the baseball cap over his messy locks with a crooked smile. 

“I’ll be in and out. No one’ll suspect a thing.” He snickers before leaving down and giving you a quick kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and notice the faint smell of your slick on his beard just as he’s running out of the room.

“Well, besides your beard smelling like pussy!”

[lockefanfic]

nayeon pigtail in this fit 🤤🤤🥵🥵😩😩

want to pound her from behind while pulling that hair

Toy Interlude - Backstage

Im Nayeon had wonderful hair.

This wasn't surprising, of course - as the center of one of the world's most popular musical groups she was of course provided the most expensive hair care products out there, all meticulously applied by professional, well-paid hairdressers.

But you weren't prepared for how wonderful it felt in your hands.

Both of your hands, actually. Even in your tight grip you could feel the silkiness of the strands. It felt like gripping two ropes made of red velvet or fine silk.

It almost - almost - distracted you from the rest of her.

It almost distracted you from her naked torso, clad as she was only in her knee high boots and elbow-length gloves. The softness of her hair extended to her skin, which, despite the trails of glistening sweat trailing snaking paths down her back, still gleamed in the flourescent light of the dressing room's makeup table.

It almost distracted you from the moans, sighs, and grunts that left her mouth in a steady stream - each one a pure, unfiltered expression of lust and need being fulfilled. She swears and moans and curses in English and Korean and sometimes a heady mix of both, trying and failing to make you go faster, or harder, or deeper, encouraging you to take her, use her, fuck her brains out - whatever it took to get more and more of what she wanted.

It almost distracted you from the sight in the mirror - the reflection of her body as you take her from behind. Her hands grip the edge of the dressing room table so intensely you can see the muscles in her arms tensing. Her breasts - those small, perfect, round mounds with their taut, tight nipples - bounce wildly with each thrust you make into her body. And her face - my god, you think, her face. To watch those perfectly sculpted features as they twist and contort in pleasure and lust and intense need is a sight that you never tired of seeing, never tired of watching. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her tongue dangles partway out of her mouth, drool dripping from its corners. She is a mess. A far cry from the polished, perfect image she so often portrayed.

But try as they might, and despite the myriad of other distractions provided by Im Nayeon's body, the luxuriousness of her hair couldn't distract you from her pussy. So wet and velvety - a hot glove around your cock that smothered it with every thrust you made into it.

You'd long lost track of the number of times you'd fucked her so far on this tour, how many times you'd pounded that thirsty hot little hole of hers - but she was always so very tight, so vice-like around your cock that you never tired of it, even when there were so many other options and requests for your "services" amongst her group members.

"Nayeon, five minutes!" comes a call from outside the dressing room - one of her group members or a production assistant or makeup artist or whomever, you didn't really know nor care enough - telling her that her short mid-concert costume change break was almost up, and soon she'd have to go back on stage.

"I'm not - oh god, so deep -" she spits from a drooling mouth, "I'm not going back... on stage, oh fuck! I'm not... going back out there... without a load in my pussy."

"Don't worry," you answer. "You'll get one."

"Do it. Give it to me. Give it to me! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

You pound her. You fuck her. You wreck her tight little hole with a ferocity bordering on anger, slamming yourself as hard as you could into her juicy, slick pussy until finally, mercifully, she tightens and orgasms around you. You follow her.

You pull hard on her pigtails, curving her spine deliciously. You use her hair like handles, roughly, callously, the same way you were using her pussy.

You give her what she wants, filling her with stream after stream of thick hot cum. When you leave and let the stylists in to finish dressing her, they find her slumped against the makeup table on shaky legs, a thick stream of white semen dripping from a well-fucked pussy and onto flushed thighs.

Later, when the fancams and photos of her performance appear on your social media feeds, most people dismissed the glistening on her thighs as sweat.

You knew what it really was.

[mauesartetc]

Redesigning High Guardian Spice (Part 1)

Yeah yeah, I’m severely late to this party and I know this shit’s been done to death by now. But lately I’ve enjoyed listening to Guardian HQ’s video essays in the background while I’m working, and it’s pretty fascinating just how much this single show got wrong, from both writing and visual standpoints. I haven’t even seen the thing in full, but it seems the numerous critique videos on Youtube have made most of the key plot points and character details available to us. Besides, what I’ll be talking about today doesn’t have nearly as much to do with the writing as it does with the art direction, and you don’t need to know the story to realize the visuals aren’t much to write home about.

Is it out of line to say everything in High Guardian Spice looks kinda bland and generic? There’s a logic behind the character designs’ basic construction, but the art style in which they’re drawn doesn’t know if it’s going for an anime-type look or a more westernized, cartoony vibe. It awkwardly treads water between the two camps, unsure of where to swim in order to find its own unique identity.

This made me think back to Teen Titans and Avatar: The Last Airbender, two other Western-produced animated shows with heavy anime influences. What made these shows stand out when High Guardian Spice doesn’t?

Teen Titans revamped familiar comic book characters with a slick, angular flair, adding highlights to their hair and outfits to give them some extra pizazz. Avatar, meanwhile, rejected the anime tropes of shiny, candy-colored hair, oversized eyes, and outlandish clothing, opting for a more naturalistic look based on real cultures and locations. The anime fingerprints are apparent in both cases, but each show embraced stylistic experimentation and moved away from stereotypical design elements associated with the art form.

So how exactly does High Guardian Spice experiment with its visuals? Well, uhhh... I really can’t say. We know the main characters went through multiple iterations, but some fairly prominent creature and prop designs come off more like first drafts.

They really couldn’t have given us anything more creative than generic fantasy dragons, generic fantasy staffs, generic fantasy orbs, a purple blob with a face, and a hastily put-together platypus bunny? (I mean he’s cute and all, but still.)

“Uninspired” is the perfect word to describe these choices. There’s extremely little effort put in to make this fantasy story look and feel different from every other fantasy story the audience has experienced before. So what can we do to make the world and characters stand out?

Let’s discuss color for a sec. This show has the same problem as some Vivziepop designs in that there are too many hues representing a single color. Looking at this screenshot and the swatches in the lower right corner, it’s clear the palette’s kind of all over the place. 

After sampling each of these colors with the eyedropper tool, I noticed that literally every single one had a different H (hue) value on the RGB spectrum. That’s over nineteen different hues in this image alone! It’s especially noticeable in all the disparate yellows, reds, and oranges. We can create a much more focused palette than that.

At first I considered using Francisco Goya’s witch paintings (since, y’know, magic and stuff) as reference for color palettes, but then I had a massive “duh” moment. The show’s called High Guardian Spice, so why not use colors taken from spices?

This reduces the master palette from dozens of hues to six, from which we can adjust values and saturation based on each character’s needs.

Here’s something else that bugs me:

Why are Snapdragon’s pupils drawn differently from the other main characters’? Snap’s family members appear to have the same eye style, but is there a story-based explanation for that? I thought the characters might belong to a non-human species, but no, that’s not the case. So what the fuck? Did the creator just think “Oh yeah, this pupil style looks good on this character, so I’ll use it for them and absolutely no one else because reasons”. Screw it, let’s apply these pupils to all the characters for more consistency between them, as well as a more pronounced departure from the standard shiny anime eyes we’ve seen a million times before.

In terms of overall art direction, I pondered which kinds of art could serve as inspiration for a story about witchcraft. How ‘bout these woodcuts from when European paranoia around witches was at its peak?

Look at all the interesting textures in these prints. This kind of hatching could easily set High Guardian Spice’s characters and environments apart from the crowd. And is that some potential Neppy Cat inspiration I spy? I believe so.

Anyway, this post has almost hit the image limit, so join me for Part 2, where I put these ideas into practice.

[ingeniousmindoftune]

Girl in the Brown Dress.

❝ Girl in the Brown Dress. ❞

Pairing ❧ Julio Macias x Black! Reader!

Description ↝ In which there is a party for cast and friends for the final season of On My Block and you’re invited by Jess.

Warning(s) ⚠︎; none yet.

❥ I don’t know if this is a three part series or not. For now it’ll be only two part.

☞ Words; 1K

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ Let’s cut to the chase. ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ Ready? ❚

Sighing deeply as you unpacked your luggage. You were staying with your best friend, Jess for a while. You were in the process of finding your own place but it was proven difficult, everything was either not in your budget or was just not fitting for you. You had recently gone through a break up.

One that cut deeper than you expected. Placing the neatly folded clothing inside the drawer. Once You were fully unpacked You took the suit cases and placed them in the closet neatly and showered.

Getting out the shower, You placed on the clothes that was on the bed, making your way down the stairs. Seeing Jess and her husband talking. “Hi, Y/n” Adam greeted, You smiled waving at him then Jess. “Hey, Adam. Hi Jess.” Jess smiled her goofy grin, nodding her head. “Hi, Pretty. How was your shower?” Sitting at the island, rubbing your shoulder just a little bit. “Super soothing, like that shower is amazing. Like it should be a crime how soothing it is.” Adam laughs softly. “I’m glad you liked it, I’m going to leave you two to it.” He kisses her and walks away, You slightly squirmed and looked down at the tea that she placed in front of you, You always envied Jess and Adams love. Their love was something of the making.

“So, are you up to getting cute and coming out with me tonight?” She grinned, her bob shaking as she bobbed her head in a playful manner.

Little did you know, Adam and Jess had been discussing you and how they believe you and her co star, Julio, would make a beautiful couple. Julio was a great guy, and honestly one of the kindest and sweetest men she knew aside from her husband, and she knew you needed someone who would be the there and never walk away, Julio was perfect for you and all she wanted was her best friend to be happy and in love. 

“Not really, I wanted to get some sleep. That was a pretty long flight, I’m a little tired.” You answered.

She looked disappointed. And, she was because this was the first time that you and Julio would get to meet. At least until her little get together around the house. “Alright fine, where you trying to go?” You didn’t want to say no, after all, she did open her home to you in your time of need, no questions asked. “Where you trying to go though?”

She grins. “There is a party for my show. The ending of it rather, all the cast are getting together and I want you to accompany me.”

You had never been to some party in Hollywood, surrounded by a bunch of celebrities, whether it was just for the cast or not. You didn’t want to go half-cocked. “I don’t have anything to wear to that Jess.” She smiled. “You let me worry about that, I have a stylist coming over to dress me in about thirty minutes, she can dress you too.”

“Okay, but doesn’t that be costly?”

She fanned her hand. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head on the cost, Its on me. I GOT you until you are able to get on your feet. It’s alright, I know you are in a tight position right now.” You knew even if you did get on your feet and give jess the money back, she would never accept it. That’s just how she was. She was a kind hearted person, and you were grateful she was your friend and she was grateful to have you as well.

“Oh. Thats the one.” Jess and her stylist grinned as the beautiful brown dress hugged your curves.

It was latex, something highly out your comfort zone. But the party was casual, not too fancy and it of course, looked so great on you, topping it off with some gorgeous designer pumps. and your hooped earrings, your naturally curly hair was now straight and slicked back into a high-up ponytail, your nails was freshly redone with a light pink paint, and almond shaped and short. “It looks the bomb.” The stylist compliments. 

“Really compliments your complexion and everything,”

You didn’t know whether to be offended or appreciated. You smiled a tight lipped smile, looking over at Jess who was looking incredible. “You look incredible!” You cheesed. She smiled. “Thank you, are you all set and ready to go?” You felt like when you walked, you squeak. That was the only thing you did not like about the dress, seating in the back of the car, You placed your clutched down beside you. “You really do look amazing.” Jess compliments.

You both entered the building,  But it wasn’t long before you each party ways. She went about her business once she had seen you close by Julio, as you approached the little variety bar. The party was at the Directors home, which, of course made it a private party and you needed to be invited to get in unless you were someone’s plus-one. “Hello.” Julio says as he was just an inch apart from you, fixing his plate. Considering it was just a down-to- earth party there were no servers. It was just a casual gathering. “Hi,” You smiled up at him. You finally came face to face to him and got a good look at him.

And he got a good look at you. He placed some of the finger foods on his plate first. You both reached for the pigs in a blanket at the same time, causing a slight chuckle. “I’m sorry. You go first.” You stepped away, grabbing some other food something that you knew would feel you up.

You were completely tired and wished you were cuddled up and asleep but, here you were. You couldn’t complain though, you were meeting Julio. You always had a little crush on his character Spooky, and to see him in person and see that he was just as handsome, you were intrigued. “You’re fine, Do I know you though? Are you one of the extras?” He asks. You shook your head no. “No, I came with one of the cast members. I’m Jess’ plus one.” You smile, Julio found it upsetting that his close friend had hid someone so beautiful from him.

Now, Julio was in the market and looking but he didn’t want someone in the industry. He wanted someone who was outside of the industry, someone who would understand he was just as normal as everyone else and not the big time celebrity, who broke out with ON MY BLOCK or on the Netflix series Selena. He was more than just Spooky or Los Dinos. He was Julio Macias. Nothing more, nothing less. “Ah, I was just about to say, I would hope to have remembered a face like yours.”

“Is that a compliment?” You slightly blush.

He chuckled. Oh that smile, those perfect teeth... Could this man not be anymore perfect? He was just amazingly beautiful, “like it should be illegal for someone to be this fine.” you said to yourself, mentally. “It is. It’s a compliment, Just mean to say you’re a beautiful woman and I would never forget the face of someone as beautiful as you.” You blush, shaking your head finishing fixing your plate. 

The evening was going great, everyone was giving speeches and you were just seated next to Jess, Julio was up now wrapping up his speech, “I guess what I’m trying to say is.. I’m thankful to have had this opportunity, and most importantly. I am thankful for this cast- who is more than just a cast- my familia. I thank you all,” Everyone clapped, You clapped as well, your eyes was full of lust, desire and want.

You were no longer wanting to mingle wot everyone else. You wanted Julio Macias.

Could anyone be any more perfect? He was just perfect, it was something about him that you craved and wanted. “Enjoy my speech?” He smiled over at you, he found himself wanting to enjoy your company more than anyone else’s. And no one minded it, because they wanted Julio to find someone; especially Jess. SHE  knew from the minute she met him, that he would be perfect for you- He was just your type but this time- He was one who would never switch up. She saw you marrying him, and Jess was always right.

“I did, its real nice to see all of you formed this bond. I like the fact Jess had all of you, it’s nice to see how close all of you are.”

Julio dropped his head low then back up, he flashed that smile again. “It’s pretty loud in here, would you like to go somewhere more quiet?” You nod, He took your hand and led you through the many people surrounding the back yard and into the house, being that he’s been here plenty of times before, he knew the place like the back of his hand and he knew the perfect spot- The office.

“Something is telling me you didn’t bring me in here to just talk, Julio.”

You was being stern but deep down, this was one time, You didn’t mind having a one night stand. “I did, But if you want to do more- That’s entirely up to you.” He places a hand on his chest whilst the other rested his glass of tequila on the desk he was leaned against. You blush shaking your head, you had butterflies in the pitting of your stomach and you liked this feeling- Feeling no other man gave you. “I’m not one for one night stands.”

“Whose to say it has to be one night?” He questioned with a warming smile.

You smirked slightly, shaking your head. “So, Julio, did you enjoy playing Spooky?” You wanted to change the subject, not wanting to come off as easy, but you couldn’t lie, you was not in the mood for introductions, you wanted him, right here and right now. You wanted to feel his lips against yours. You wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to feel something other then heartbreak, was that too much to ask?. “I did, but I want to know more about you. How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“Up until today, I was living in Augusta.” You answered, “But, I’m here for now.”

He smiled. “Good, I would like to take you out some time.” You were hesitated at first, but you couldn’t let your heartbreak stop you from making moves anymore. “I would like that.” Julio smiled softly, You walked a little closer. “Is it bad that deep down, I want you to kiss me and I don-” You were cut off by his lips pressing against yours, his hand on the back of your neck. The other moving from the center of your back to the lower, you kissed him back, the few pecks turned into tongue wrestling and hands caressing each others bodies, you pulled away from him, “No, this can’t- I need to go.” You stumbled out of there, leaving behind your purse and earring- hell even your jacket. “Jess, I’m extremely tired. I need to go...”

With that, you exited. Julio rushed out with your things, casing the backyard for you.. But you were gone. Did he do something wrong?

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Promises, Promises

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Word count: 572 words

Notes: Thinking about this Chris and this Seb for some reason… (I’ve also never written anything before so bear with me)

Chris has been dressed and ready to go for some time now, quickly putting on the suit his stylist left in their hotel room, and is now just putting finishing touches on his hair. It’s a little bit more slicked back than he usually likes, but he’s been told over and over how it would really look better with a suit like this. Even if he doesn’t really care, he KNOWS Seb will look perfect so he just does as he’s told for once. Although he had more than enough time to get ready, and there’s still a ways to go before they have to leave for the event, he got ready as fast as he could for… reasons.

Okay, one reason really. He gets out of the bathroom and sits down in one of the chairs in the bedroom, trying for an air of nonchalance and picking up whatever is on the bedside table to read. Not like he’s paying any attention (to the, the uhm news paper?), not when Seb is right there.

He loves to see Seb get ready, because he gets so much more into all of this, the clothes, the dressing up, than he does. Sebastian is currently standing in front of a mirror and being helped into his suit by his stylist. He’s complaining about how that one strand of hair is just not doing what it’s supposed to, looking accusingly at it in the mirror. When his stylist say it looks fine, Seb levels a deep and petulant sigh. Chris can’t hold back his laugh at the dramatics, only to startle Seb who clearly hadn’t noticed him getting back. He quickly gets over his surprise though, redirecting that accusing stare at Chris. Chris grins and says “baby, its not like I won’t mess it up later”. The stylist coughs awkwardly and Seb fights a blush, turning back to the mirror and saying “I guess we’ll settle for fine today”.

The stylist finishes dressing Seb and leaves with a quick goodbye not much later. Chris is still pretending to read the newspaper, subtly (not so subtly) glancing over at Seb every so often to see him still in front of the mirror. He’s still trying to fix his hair, but Chris doesn’t really notice anymore. The suit is perfect, especially with Seb’s clean shaven face and those damn cheekbones. When Seb turns back around to look at him, he puts on a disinterested look, one that says “so, are you finally done?”. Seb grins, leans against the bedroom wall and then looks back with one that says “Is that the best you got?”.

Chris caves first in their wordless standoff, putting the newspaper down and looking Seb up and down before saying with a rough voice “come here Seb”. Sebastian walks over to him, and he quickly (much too quickly) gets up out of the chair. He gives Seb a warm smile and fixes the little strand of hair that’s standing up straight. “You look absolutely gorgeous sweetheart”, he says, putting his hand on Seb’s face. Seb beams and then tries to look down to hide the blush that he still gets whenever Chris praises him. He looks up after a second, a much more confident and teasing look on his face and says “You better keep that promise of messing up my hair later”. Chris grins and says “Oh sweetheart, I always keep my promises”.

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Indelible Ch 17 - Vector

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I’ve increased my estimated chapter count from 20 to 25, looking at what I have left to write. I really hope the final number is somewhere in there (I’m thinking 23, but you know--famous last words). 

Luka swung the swivel chair back and forth with one toe, moodily picking at chords while his stylist set up. The dressing room here was a little cramped. It might have been looked at as proof that Luka by himself still didn’t rate the same treatment as Jagged Stone, but Luka didn’t care. Even if he had, he would have shrugged and said it was a start, he didn’t expect first class treatment right out of the gate on his own solo shows. This was just a small gig, anyway, to kick off the New Year, sort of a ‘begin as you mean to go on’ kind of thing. The rest of the band had vacated one by one as soon as their makeup was done, gone to check the setup and tune for sound check—or maybe just to get out of the heavy atmosphere that Luka couldn’t seem to shake. Even his stylist, Alessio, usually so irrepressibly cheerful, kept glancing at Luka, like he wanted to say something but kept changing his mind.

Luka was having a hard time caring about any of that at the moment, honestly. He played the riff he’d been working on, letting it resonate with his mood and trying to find the gaps in the sound. It needed a heavy bass line, he was sure of that much.

Alessio glanced up again from the brushes and makeup he was rearranging, and finally spoke. “That a new one?”

“Maybe,” Luka sighed. “I don’t know. It’s not finished.”

“Sounds kinda…well, okay, tortured, but in a good way,” Alessio commented. “I like it so far.” 

Luka hummed an acknowledgement that wasn’t really an agreement, scribbling some notes on the sheet next to him. “I don't know, man. I’m just messing around with it right now. It might not be anything in the end.”

“You're the artist, but it sure sounds good to me.” 

“Thanks,” Luka muttered. He leaned back into the chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the soundboard as his thoughts drifted back to New Year’s Eve again.

He’d been buzzed, sure, but nowhere close to drunk , and he remembered every breath of it. The slickness of her lipstick, the silk of her hair against his rough fingers, the hum of the champagne in his veins, but also the taste of it on her tongue, the frantic clutching of her hands on his arms, the heat rising in him, the bubbling elation that came with believing that she wanted him. He’d let go and finally, finally kissed her the way he’d always wanted, and it was—it was perfect, except...except when he finally let her slip away and opened his eyes...

The expression of confused horror on her face, the hand over her mouth, the way her cheeks went from red to stark white, snapped him once and for all out of the fantasy of yes, finally and into the stark reality of wait, no . Whatever she had meant by kissing him in that moment, it wasn’t what he’d wanted it to be, and Luka felt nauseous when he thought about it. 

All of that he remembered with stark clarity. Everything after was a blur. Dingo and Bri had somehow seen the whole thing and swept in. Bri had linked her arm through Marinette’s and bustled her off, whispering urgently in Marinette’s ear—probably some version of what Dingo was saying to him. 

“Not yet, not yet,” Dingo hissed, as a choked noise escaped Luka’s tight throat. “Hold it together until we get to the car, Lu! Let’s get out of here, mate.” Dingo plastered a wild grin on his face that was a reasonable approximation of his I’ve had too much to drink and I’m gonna make trouble grin, tightened his arm around Luka’s shoulders, and steered him towards the exit with a clumsy, meandering walk. Later, Luka would be grateful for the cover, but at that moment he could only blindly shuffle along, trying to figure out where the evening had gone wrong.

It had been almost a week since then, and he was too busy avoiding Marinette to know if she was avoiding him, but he really didn’t see how she couldn’t be, after forcing himself on her the way he had. Not on purpose—he really thought she—but that didn’t matter, she hadn’t and that kind of mistake was—was unforgivable, so—he was just too ashamed to face her, even though he knew he needed to.    

“Luka Couffaine!” 

Luka spun around in the chair, knocking several of Alessio’s supplies off the counter, shocked more by the voice itself than the exclamation. Sure enough, as impossible as it seemed, there was Marinette Dupain-Cheng marching towards him with an air of angry determination that made him weak for several entirely different reasons.

“M-m-Marinette,” he stuttered, trying clumsily to get to his feet as his stylist burst out laughing behind him. Any other time Luka would have thrown something at him, but once on his feet Luka was frozen like a deer in the headlights, his heart in his throat.

“Don’t you Ma-Ma-Marinette me,” she seethed. “We. Are going to talk. Now.” She shot a look at Alessio, who choked on his laughter. Muttering something in Italian, he jumped up and scrambled out of the room. 

Luka steeled himself and took a breath, ready to take responsibility for what he’d done and accept whatever consequences were coming. Marinette just looked at him for a moment, shaking, and Luka was trying to think of a way to start the conversation himself, trying to frame an apology that kept sticking in his throat. All at once she seemed to deflate, shoulders slumping as she blinked rapidly.

“I leave for London in less than two days. Are you really that mad at me, that you’re going to cut me out without even talking to me?” she asked in a quavering voice.

“W-what?” Luka stammered, blinking in confusion. “I’m not—” She raised a hand and he shut his mouth. 

“Don’t tell me that you aren’t mad at me,” she said fiercely, pointing a finger at him, but her expression was still sad. “I know you, Luka.”

This wasn’t how he’d expected the conversation to go, but thinking it through, Luka shrugged. “Okay,” he sighed, setting aside his guitar and throwing himself down on the ancient couch in the dressing room. “I’m mad at you. Some. Not a lot. Because I kissed you, and you didn’t want me to, but you kissed me first and I—yeah, maybe I’m a little mad at you for that part. Because I never would have touched you if I didn’t think you wanted me,” his voice broke and he looked away, trying to steady it. “But it was my fault for letting my brain get in that space and staying there. And now I hate that I did that and I can’t stop thinking about it and how good it felt and how awful I felt when I saw your face, and—why the hell did you kiss me, Marinette? You know how I feel about you.”  

“It was New Year's Eve,” Marinete groaned, folding her arms as she looked at the ground. “We’d been having so much fun all night, and I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time, and I always feel so safe with you, and I was kind of tipsy and I didn’t...I didn’t think it through, Luka. The clock hit midnight and I just did it, I thought it would just be a quick smooch but I didn’t think you’d…” She glanced up, and her face turned red. Luka looked away, ashamed.

“I’m sorry.” 

“You were drunk.”

“I wasn’t,” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. 

“You were impaired, and I knew how vulnerable and conflicted you’d been feeling with everything that’s been going on, and I know you , and then I did that and…” Marinette shook her head. “I should have known better. I should have been prepared.” 

Prepared. She thought she should have been prepared for him to grab her and stick his tongue down her throat. God, he hated himself. 

“And then you kissed me like that ,” she continued, picking up steam as she grew more and more flustered, “and I felt it down to my bones and maybe a few other places and I never wanted you to stop, but then you did, and there were all these people and—and we’re friends , and suddenly I just—I didn’t know what to do. I’ve been so focused on work and rebuilding my brand and I just…I wasn’t ready and I shouldn’t have crossed that line with you without being sure. That was really, super unfair of me and now you’re mad and I’ve ruined everything—”

“Wait,” Luka finally managed to stay, brain sticking on just one detail about that entire ramble. “You didn’t want me to stop kissing you?”  

Marinette’s mouth opened and shut for a moment as she turned red. “I mean,” she finally managed to say. “It was a good kiss. It was a great kiss, actually. It was intense and hot and really it was probably a good thing we weren't alone, but—but that’s not important right now.” It seemed pretty damned important to him, but she didn’t give him a chance to say so. “Just...Luka.” She fidgeted with her hands a little. “I wasn’t exactly objecting in the moment. Just, after, when I realized what I’d done and how you’d taken it, I…panicked.” Marinette sighed and stood up again, pacing across the room. “You’re important to me.” 

“I know.” 

“I wasn’t ready.”

“Okay.” 

“I don’t want to play with your feelings. I mean, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure you even still had feelings and if it was too late and I ruined everything and then you kissed me like that and then you disappeared and—” She whirled around and stalked back to smack his arm. “Do you know how hard I had to work to find you? Juleka hasn’t spoken to me since the party. She’s pissed .” She groaned, sinking down on the couch next to him. “Not that I blame her. I really messed up.”  

“No, you didn’t.” Luka took her hand, forgiveness coming to him at last—for the both of them. “I”m sorry too. I made assumptions, the kind I promised you I’d never make, and I overstepped. Don’t—no, I need to say this please.” He raised his other hand, cutting off her protest. ”Don’t make excuses for me. I know why it happened. It still shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.”

“I understand,” Marinette said, leaning into his side. “I forgive you, Luka. And I’m sorry too.” 

Luka shook his head. “It was just what you said. You got caught up in the moment and so did I and...it was just a misunderstanding.” 

“But you got hurt.” Marinette dropped her head on his shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

“I’m okay now that I know I didn’t hurt you,” he told her, threading his fingers through hers and squeezing lightly. “That’s what was tearing me up inside, thinking I misread things and forced you into something you didn’t want. I hate that I scared you.” 

Marinette folded her other hand over his. “I told you, I liked it. I wasn’t trying to get away and I wasn’t ever scared of you. Not even for a minute.” 

“Good,” Luka sighed, folding in on himself and resting his forehead on their joined hands. “Good. Thank God for that.” 

“If anything,” she muttered, slipping one hand free to rub his back, “I’m scared of me, and how badly I could hurt you, without meaning to.” She hesitated, looking down. Luka sat up and waited.

“I might…need a little bit of space,” she finally said, drawing her hands back to fiddle with the hem of her skirt. “Not—not because I'm angry or anything, but…” She sighed, and he gave her time to find the right words, as she’d always done for him. “I've done a lot of thinking the last few days and part of it is I think maybe I haven't been fair to you. You've always been there for me, and talking to you is so easy, and I think maybe I've been taking advantage of you a little bit. I've been leaning on you a lot, the last few months.”

“I don't mind,” Luka said, a little surprised. “I like being that for you.”

Marinette smiled. “I know. That doesn't make it right though. I want to be able to stand on my own. And if…if we ever decide to try for something more, I don't want it to be because I'm emotionally dependent on you.”

Luka frowned. “There's nothing wrong with needing support, Marinette. You've been there for me too, when I needed someone.”

“No, I know, but it shouldn't be all on you to be that for me.” She picked up his hand and idly ran her fingertips over Juleka’s name on the inside of his wrist. “You, you have Dingo and Juleka and Rose and your manager all on your side, so I know even when I can't be there for you, you still have support. I need to be able, to be willing to rely on more than just you.” She paused, and finally looked back up into his face. “Do you remember in New York, when you told me you loved me? Not just being in love but wanting me to be happy and, and safe, and you said it so much better but—”

“I remember.”

Marinette took a deep breath. “I love you like that too. I want you to be able to focus on yourself for a while. You're at a big crossroads right now and…well, I know sometimes you worry about other people to avoid thinking about your own problems.  Taking care of people is comforting to you but…I think this is a time where you really need to be taking care of yourself, even if it's uncomfortable.”

It was Luka’s turn to look away. There was logic in what she was saying. Even if he didn't totally agree he could respect her need for space, regardless. 

“Whatever you need,” he said thickly, and swallowed. Marinette squeezed his hand. 

“I’d better let you get ready for your show. Save me some tickets the next time you play London, okay?” 

“Sure,” he smiled at her. “Knock ‘em dead, Marinette. Can’t wait to see your work on screen.” 

Marinette gave him a quick, familiar peck on the cheek, and they smiled at each other before she slipped off the couch and walked out of the door. 

Luka wasn’t sure how long he sat there before Dingo’s voice made him jump. “Heard Marinette was here?” 

“Yeah, she came by,” Luka admitted, suddenly finding it unusually hard to look his best friend in the eye. “Wanted to talk about the New Year's thing. It was—we had a good talk. It’s all good now.” He glanced at Dingo and then away. “Thanks for getting her in.” 

Dingo didn’t even bother to deny it. He leaned on the doorframe and folded his arms. 

“She left again, didn’t she?” Dingo asked, and Luka nodded. Dingo sighed gustily, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling. 

“Lu,” Dingo said, slowly and carefully, still staring up. “You’re such a fucking dumbass. Why do you keep letting her leave?”

“I can’t make her stay,” Luka shrugged, knee beginning to bounce nervously. “She’s got her own life and I’ve got mine. And...I’m the one who left first, so I can’t exactly be upset about it. Maybe if I had stayed instead of going with Jagged, things would be different, but—”

“Oh, who the fuck cares?” Dingo exploded, throwing up his hands. “Come on, Luka, that was years ago. You’re there every time she calls. You always make time to see her when she has time to see you. You flew her out to New York after her breakup. And then after that, all these late night calls, talking at all hours, chatting about your pathetic attempts to date other people that never go anywhere?” Luka winced. “For somebody who’s constantly beating himself up for leaving,” Dingo continued, “you’ve done an awful lot of being there for her, you know that? She fucking kissed you!”

“She didn’t mean it that way though,” Luka sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Come on, Ding, her whole life got turned upside down when Adrien dumped her and she’s still figuring out how to be on her own. Not to mention what a mess I’m in right now. She’s doing the smart thing, really. Even if—it’s not the right time, regardless. Which I would have known, if I hadn’t let myself get so deep into fantasyland.” It was funny how they sounded so much more like excuses when Luka said them. 

Dingo clearly thought so too. “There’s never going to be a right time. Look, mate, Marinette’s a cool girl and I like her and I get why you’re so hung up on her, but you can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep letting her off the hook. How’s she supposed to believe you want her when you keep letting her walk away, and I swear to God if you say it’s for her own good one more fucking time I’m gonna punch you in the face.” 

Luka rolled his eyes. “Right, because you totally gave up on Bri when she jerked you around.” 

“Not the same,” Dingo snorted. “When Bri fucks with me she does it on purpose, and she tells me why and we fight about it good and proper. You just volunteer to be Marinette’s doormat.” 

Luka sat, sullenly silent, and refused to look at him. Anything he had to say wasn’t going to come out right, anyway. He wondered, suddenly, what would have happened if he had kissed Marinette that night in the club, when it had been just the two of them in a crowd that made them anonymous instead of a potential spectacle. If he'd kissed her then, when the jealousy of thinking he was hitting on someone else was fresh in her mind, and there'd been no reason to stop, no reason not to go home together and see where kisses could lead…would it have ended the same? Worse? Or had he missed a chance he should have taken?

Dingo sighed deeply. “You’re so fucking hopeless,” and for the first time, it wasn’t teasing. It sounded like he meant it. Luka listened to him stomp off without looking up.

A moment later, Alessio poked his head in the door. “You, ah, ready? We’re getting tight on time.” 

“Yeah,” Luka grunted as he got off the couch and walked back over to the makeup chair. “Let’s do this.” He collected the notes he had let drop, folded them into a square small enough to fit in the pocket of his guitar case, and shoved them inside. Then he plopped himself in the chair. “Make me pretty.” 

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