#the red jacket photos are my favourite!!!

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📸: Irvin Rivera for LA Magazine

[storiesaplenty]

Jelly Bracelets (12) (18+)

Eddie Munson x f/Reader

Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. Mentions nudity. Lap dancing. Grinding.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me: 1st gif: @munsuneddie

WC: 1123

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Red - wearer is willing to perform a lap dance

Eddie Munson may be the freak of Hawkins, but he is your best friend. Who is always willing to teach you new things, even when you get new bracelets from your cousin. Eddie will even go as far as teaching & showing you what each one means.

"Oh get out of here Eddie. I don't feel like doing anything today." I pulled the covers over my head, trying to ignore him as he tried to hank the covers away from my bed.

"The is shining. The birds are singing." I snorted at him, loudly.

"You must be high Eddie. It is raining out, and there are no birds singing."

"I am not that high, and you know it. Come on. I rented some movies, got pizza on the way. Lets get you out of bed and into that living room to watch some movies.

I didn't move.

I heard him sigh. "I even rented Flashdance."

I pushed the covers down, and looked at Eddie's handsome face to see if he was lying.

"Show me." I demanded.

Him, knowing me so well, pulled it out of his inner coat pocket, and I couldn't help but squeal as I saw that he wasn't lying.

"Now will you get out of bed, and watch the movies?" He asked one last time, and I was already getting out of the bed, rushing past him to get my favourite spot on the couch.

The movie was almost over, half of the candy was gone and there were still a slice of pizza.

I knew Eddie was bored, but I know he is watching this for me.

His arm is on the back of the couch behind me as I am leaning against his side, just like we have always done.

"You know if you stuck with dancing, you probably would have gotten out of this shit hole town." Eddie said, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"Please. I stopped just before high-school, and I am glad I did. The teacher was creepy." And she really was.

Her husband was also creepy as well.

"You still remember any moves?" Eddie questioned me, which I responded by nodding my head yes as I took a sip of Pepsi.

"Enough to do a lap dance?"

"I didn't do that type of dancing Munson." I pointed out.

"Well, now you know what I am asking for." He snapped the red one

Wearer is willing to perform a lap dance.

"When do you want this?"

"I think now may be a good time. I even got a song picked out." He said smugly, as I pushed off the couch.

"Fine. Get in my room." He hopped up, and ran to my room.

I went to the laundry room and grabbed a pair of clean, lacy red panties, along with it's matching bra and put it on and fixed my hair just a bit.

As I am walking through the living room, I grabbed his discarded jacket and drapped it over my shoulders, knowing this would drive him wild.

"Start the music Eddie." I called out, and the moment I heard the music playing, and of course it is AC/DC. None the less, I opened the door, and Eddie was sitting in my vanity chair, almost looking a bit too relaxed, but he looked good.

His legs were spread and his hands were on his lap.

He saw me and his mouth dropped open as I took a few steps in my room, closing the door behind me.

His eyes trailed up and down my body.

He gave me the confidence to get me through this.

My hands trailed up and down my body, my hips moving back and forth to the beat.

I turned around, bending over slightly for him to get a good look at my ass, and as I looked over my shoulder, biting my lip I could see him adjust himself in his jeans.

I reached up and took the bra off, and putting his coat on fully now.

I turned around and his eyes were drawn to the bra in my hand, and it dawned on him that his favourite jacket is touching my breasts.

I flung the bra at his face, and he instantly grabbed the bra and put it around his neck as I moved towards him.

I smiled at Eddie as I circled around him, my arms rubbing his shoulders and touching his chest.

He reached up to touch me, but I slapped his hands away, making him pout.

"No touching, Eddie."

I placed my hands at the back of his neck as I lowered my body so we are making eye contact.

Eddie licked his lips nervously, and I watched nothing more than kiss him, but I held off.

The music faded as I turned my body to face away from Eddie, leaning forward as I sat down his lap.

I moaned softly at hard he is.

I reached behind me as I leaned back, my fingers playing with his hair as I moved back and forth, then rolling my hips in a circle motion.

"Fuck." I heard him say behind me.

I grinded my ass against him, my hands now gripping his thighs.

I needed to see him, so I got up and turned around to sit back in his lap once more, continuing gyrating my hips once more.

I grabbed Eddie's hands and moved them up and down my body, listening to soft moans fall from his lips.

Our faces were close and he leaned in to kiss me, and I pretended to lean in to kiss him as well, until I pulled away and stood up, knowing the song is about to end soon.

I ran my hands up and down my body as I closed my eyes, wishing it was Eddie.

I turned my body, bending down to touch the floor as I stand between his spread legs, my ass against his cock as I grinded my ass against him.

I felt him wrap his arms around me and I was about to say no touching once more, as he turned me around and slammed his mouth against mine, moaning into the kiss as he was muttering against my lips.

"Need you. Please let me have you." Eddie as he grinding his cock against me, making me gasp.

"Yes, please Eddie." Was all I needed to say before he was walking me backwards towards my bed, and gently pushing me back to lay on it.

I looked at him, and he looked at me as he was just about to undress when there was a loud knock on my bedroom door.

"You two want some tacos? I made tacos." Robin excitedly called out, instantly killing the mood.

"Be out there in a second." Eddie called back, through clenched teeth.

"My place. Tonight. Wayne is working and no one will bother us." He kissed me one last time as he opened the door and shut it behind him.

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Green (18+) ♥︎ Glittery Green (18+)

[jromanoff]

Fall shenanigans II R. George

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: A walk in the forest with Regina.

Word count: 1.3k

“You want me to walk in the forest? In this weather?” Regina stood at the doorway of your shared apartment, eyeing the mix of golden, red and orange leaves swirling outside skeptically. She glanced at you, her girlfriend, with an expression that was equal parts disbelief and disdain.

You were already dressed in a cozy flannel jacket and hiking boots, smiling patiently at her. You knew exactly what you were asking and whom you were asking. Regina wasn’t exactly the type to go out in nature. You were just hoping to escape the city for a moment of calm with your girlfriend. Both you and Regina needed some peace and quiet with your busy schedules.

“I know it’s not exactly your favourite,” you teased, pulling on your gloves, “but it’s beautiful out there right now. Besides, it’s fall— the season for Instagram-worthy photos,” you wiggled your eyebrows.

Regina playfully narrowed her eyes at you. “Please, if I want Instagram-worthy photos, I’ll go to the café downtown with the cute seasonal lattes. And, spoiler alert, it’s not muddy there.” she said sarcastically. “What do you think? Should I put on my orange or brown scarf?” she changed the subject and held two scarfs in her hands, showing them to you.

You laughed at your girlfriend’s antics, stepping closer to her and slipping your arms around her waist. “Brown, baby.” you kissed her cheek. “I promise it won’t be that bad. We’ll just take a short walk and get some nice photos. Afterwards we can go to that café for lunch *and* make a picture of you with the cute seasonal lattes,” you tried convincing your girlfriend.

Regina’s pout deepened, still reluctant. “Fine,” she finally said, “but we’re doing this my way.” She pulled out her phone and flicked through her favorite apps. “You’re going to take good pictures of me in the forest for my Instagram—no excuses. And afterward, we’re going to the café downtown. I’m not about to go without my pumpkin spice fix.”

“Deal,” you smiled, kissing Regina on the cheek. “You and your pumpkin spice obsession…” you muttered.

A few minutes later, you were out the door, Regina bundled in an immaculately tailored coat and sporting a pair of brand-new Louboutins. In Regina’s opinion, these shoes were perfectly acceptable for an outdoor trip and you weren’t about to argue with her. You made your way into the forest with Regina, making small conversation while you walked.

“You know, this really isn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Regina admitted after a while, somewhat begrudgingly. The scenery was breathtaking with vibrant red, orange and yellow leaves scattered around. The leaves crunched under your boots as you walked, a satisfying sound.

“See?” you smiled proudly “I told you you’d like it.”

Regina shot you a pointed look, one eyebrow raised. “Let’s not get carried away now. I tolerate it. There’s a difference,” she scoffed. Despite her scoff, you noticed the playful smile on her face. You could tell Regina was enjoying herself, but didn’t push it. You knew she’d never admit that out loud.

You walked in silence for a while, with you occasionally snapping photos of Regina, who posed beautifully. Regina made sure she looked perfect in every picture—not that she really had to put in any effort for that. She always looked perfect in your eyes.

Looking at the most recent photo you had shot of her leaning against a tree with her coat thrown elegantly over her shoulders, she muttered, "Not bad."

“You should hire me as a photographer when you start your own designer brand, y’know?” you spoke teasingly with a grin.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, dork,” Regina rolled her eyes affectionately. “My beauty is just captured effortlessly.”

Regina and you continued along the path. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves and damp wood. You held Regina’s hand in your own, feeling that she had relaxed a little since starting the walk.

Then it happened.

With one misstep, Regina’s heel sank into a patch of thick mud that was hidden beneath a layer of leaves. She instantly froze, a horrified expression on her face. She raised her foot to inspect the damage, a gasp escaping her lips as she saw the shoe covered in mud.

“Oh. My. God. These are Louboutins!” her voice echoed through the quiet forest, her eyes widened in shock. “This is why I don’t do nature.”

You stifled a laugh, watching your girlfriend stare down at her now-muddy designer shoes as if she just witnessed a murder. Regina glared at you. “Do you even know how much these cost?” she asked dramatically. “This is a major crisis. One you caused by suggesting we go on this walk, might I add.”

You shook your head, already used to Regina’s flair for drama by now. After all, you'd once bought her a sweater with "Dramatic" printed in pink on it, perfectly capturing her personality. At first, she pretended to hate it, but the Instagram post featuring the sweater an hour later told a different story. It looked good on her, too.

Smiling, you knelt down. “Relax, babe. I’ll help you clean them.”

Regina folded her arms, huffing dramatically as you picked up a few leaves and began wiping the mud off the shoes to the best of your ability. Regina's eyes softened a little as she observed you cleaning her shoes. Soon, the shoes looked somewhat presentable again.

“Thanks,” Regina muttered, a hint of gratitude in her voice. One of her favourite things about you was your calm demeanour and willingness to help with something as insignificant as muddy shoes just to make her feel better.

You got up, wiping your hands on your jeans. “All better,” you exclaimed, kissing Regina’s cheek.

Regina sighed, her earlier exasperation giving way to a reluctant smile as you kissed her. “You owe me, but I’ll survive,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I’m going to need a new pair, though.”

You laughed and put an arm around Regina’s waist. “Of course. I’ll start saving up now,” you teased, pressing a kiss to Regina’s temple. You knew Regina was only joking, she was wealthy enough to buy several pairs of Louboutin shoes without a second thought.

Regina’s mood had lightened, but her steps were more cautious as you continued down the trail. She didn’t want to step in the mud again. Despite the muddy-mishap, she couldn’t deny that the forest had its charm. “There’s something nice about spending time like this— just the two of us.” Regina confessed quietly, unlike her usual self.

You nodded in agreement, squeezing her hand softly. “I think so too. We should do things like this more often.”

As you neared the end of the trail, Regina glanced at you, her expression softening. “Okay, I’ll give you this one,” she said, nudging you gently. “It wasn’t that bad if you don’t take the mud incident into account.”

You smiled, looking at your girlfriend with affection. “See? I told you.”

“Don’t push it,” Regina warned playfully, her smile widening. “Now, let’s get that lunch I was promised. I need something to make up for the emotional trauma of this whole shoe fiasco.”

You laughed, pulling her closer as you walked side by side. “You’re so dramatic,” you spoke, affectionately rolling your eyes. “Anyway, it’s a deal. But next time we’re going on a hike, maybe leave the designer shoes at home?”

Regina shot you a look, but her smile remained. “No way I’m ever going to be seen outside without designer shoes.”

“Why did I even try and suggest it,” you shook your head playfully.

Regina smiled at your playfulness and leaned into your side. “Thanks for putting up with me,” she mumbled and squeezed your hand.

With that, you left the forest behind, heading toward the café Regina had insisted on and taking some more pictures of her with her ‘cute seasonal lattes’. You couldn’t be happier with how the day turned out.

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Happy Halloween

So my phone won’t let me put a photo of this request but it was from @yourlocalsaiko about Victoria neuman and trick or treating with Zoe and reader and her were Morticia and Gomez for Halloween. It was sent to my other account so i can’t answer it here.

Victoria neuman x reader short Halloween story

( sorry it’s so short I bit off more then I could chew and I kinda rushed the ending. Also it’s not proofread so don’t come after me 😅) also the readers gender isn’t specified so they can be female or gn( just no men 🤷)

The orange and reds of the leaves. The cool breeze of the autumn weather. The smell of pumpkin spice filling every coffee shop. It was officially halloween season. After the years with you and Victoria living together you have acquired a good bunch of halloween decor and traditions. Halloween was a very fun holiday in the Neuman household. Besides Christmas it was one of Zoe’s favourite holidays. She would start to beg and beg as early as October 1st to go to Spirit Halloween and pick out a costume or drag out your Halloween bin and deck out the house.

This year she was very adamant on being Wednesday after the three of you sat down and watched the original Adams family movies together. Zoe has always loved dressing up for Halloween and despite how busy Victoria can be she always took off Halloween night to take her. So she was practically ecstatic when the three of you went to the Halloween store and found a Wednesday costume in her size.

She begged and begged for all of you to do matching costumes this year and she brought up the idea to complete the family by you and Victoria being Gomez and Morticia. And of course you two agreed.

Now it was the day of Halloween. Zoe   Woke the two of you up earlier than usual so she could get ready. Victoria put her hair into two braids and helped give her a little bit of eyeliner after a lot more begging. She was so excited to go off to school and show off her costume to her friends. 

Victoria unfortunately had to work during the day but she promised she would be home before dinner and she always kept her word about these types of things. You picked up Zoe from school and she rambled the whole way home about the candy she got and the Halloween dance. Victoria was home soon after with some pizza for a quick dinner. 

You managed to get Zoe out of her costume for a few minutes so she could eat her pizza without getting sauce all over it. But after she slipped it back on and started getting you guys to get ready. 

“C’mon mom! I wanna go!” She whines as she tugs on Victoria's sleeve after she finished eating her pizza. “One second Zo, you have to be patient, how about you go put your dress back on and will be there soon to get ready.” She says sternly as the young girl runs off to her room. She looks over the table at you and smiles and you return it. “ she’s so excited” you comment before getting up and placing yours and Victoria's plates in the sink for later.

Victoria rises from the table and makes her way over to you before wrapping her arms around your waist at the sink and rests her on your shoulder. “Mmm hi” you chuckle to yourself as you feel her press a kiss along your neck. “C’mon Vicky…. Let’s go get ready” you say not wanting to slip out of her touch but the bouncing of the walls with excitement little girl only has so much patience in her.

Victoria groans, brushing her face into your shoulder and you spin around. “We’ll have some fun later when I get to see you in that dress” you grin, pulling her into a kiss as you wiggle your eyebrows at her and she returns the kiss with a little smirk. After reluctantly pulling away you both pull away and head up to your bedroom. Victoria was going to be Morticia… obviously and you Gomez . Victoria found the perfect flowy black dress in her closet and you found a black suit jacket you had from a wedding years ago. Victoria even dug up some old black lipstick that she doesn’t wear for her political appearances. And Zoe had the brilliant idea to draw a little moustache on your upper lip with an eyeliner pencil. Zoe sat on the end of the bed while Victoria drew on Gomez’s moustache and giggled at how “silly” you looked. 

As soon as the three of you were ready you went out so Zoe could trick or treat. Zoe ran down the sidewalk determined to get as much candy as she could. You and Victoria walked down the sidewalk waiting at each house for her to run back down. “Mom!!!! look Mrs Addison gave me!!” Zoe squeaks as she runs up to the both of you and holds up a full sized kit kat bar. She’s practically bouncing on the balls of her feet and smiling so you can see her missing two front teeth. “ Wow pumpkin, that's awesome.” You exclaim ruffling her hair “ You’re going to have to hide that from your mom she loves Kit Kats “ Victoria rolls her eyes playfully and Zoe laughs again and runs off going right back to trick to treating. 

You reach over to interlock your fingers with Victoria’s as she smiles pressing a kiss to your cheek. “ You look beautiful like that.” You say looking her up and down. Victoria smiles shooting you a little look “ you too love, that moustache suits you” she teases with a little grin. You laugh and meet her gaze “yeah… sexy right” you giggle wiggling your eyebrows as she laughs as well leaning in to give you a kiss. 

You're carrying Zoe in your arms while the three of you walk back home. It’s been two hours of non stop trick or treating and Zoe is done. She asked to be picked up five minutes ago and I’m that time she had fallen asleep. She drools on your shoulder as you carry her home and Victoria gets the job of candy carrying. The walk back home was quiet and peaceful the sun had far gone down.

When you finally got Zoe awake and into her pajamas she was fast asleep again in an instant. It was an absolute perfect Halloween.

[silverln]

Mini Mega

I’ve been obsessed with SAF for over a year now and I finally got around to crocheting the Agent Curt Mega himself.

(More photos, explanations, and my cat under the cut)

I decided to do Curt’s casino outfit because it is my second favourite outfit from the musical, and it is easy to do lol. My favourite outfit, with the black and red jacket, is quite annoying to make. I have made a version of the jacket before for a different crochet doll (which I might post if I ever finish him), and though I liked how it turned out, I don’t want to do that again lol.

I’m very happy with how this doll turned out though, especially the hair since I tried a new technique and it worked for the most part - I just couldn’t get the parting perfect but oh well.

Anyways, here’s the photos I promised:

My cat, Biggles, thought that Curt was a mouse and so oops. Don’t worry he’s completely fine, but I’m not letting Biggles near him again lol

[ladamedusoif]

My Kiss, Only For You

The Thief x Museum Guide F!Reader - One Shot

Pairing: The Thief x Museum Guide F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Rating: Explicit (18+; MDNI)

Content/warnings: oral (f receiving); theft (I mean, obviously); smut; did I mention theft; strong language

Summary: You've noticed a regular attendee on the guided tours you offer as part of your job at the museum - and one day, he decides to ask you for more information on a favourite exhibit.

Notes: I keep on getting sent to horny jail by @lunapascal and @julesonrecord. (P would be very disappointed in you two insisting on incarcerating me all the time.)

This time, for reasons I'm still not entirely sure about, I was sentenced to 'double jail' and have two punishment pieces to write to get myself free. This first one, chosen by @julesonrecord, involves The Thief (from the wine ads) and the prompt "stealing a kiss".

Please enjoy my first foray into writing smut about a (very sexy) man from an ad campaign.

I wrote this at like, 1am and am still worried there are sections I thought I wrote but that were actually happening in a dream. Bear that in mind as you read.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“And we finish with the jewel - if you’ll permit me a little pun - of the collection, the remarkable Katarzyna’s Kiss ruby.”

The afternoon’s tour group is mostly teenagers on a school trip, and they couldn’t be less interested in the bright red gemstone illuminated in the case behind you if they tried. One of them lazily lifts their phone to snap a photo, apparently of the display. It’s only when you see them pouting for a selfie that you realise they’ve had a BeReal notification.

You keep going with the standard tour script, putting your heart into it as always. You notice a familiar face at the back of the group, listening attentively: a handsome, dark-eyed man you guess must be in his mid to late forties, who is a regular attendee of your tours in the museum. He seems to be particularly interested in the gemstones and jewellery collections, always turning up for those tours with a notebook and a random, specialist text on the subject. 

“The story behind this gemstone and its unusual name is that a seventeenth-century Polish princess supposedly fell in love with the apprentice to the court jeweller. Now, as you can imagine, in those days an apprentice jeweller would never be considered an appropriate match for a princess, and their love was doomed from the start.”

The handsome man smiles at you, eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. You offer a little smile in return, noticing how the museum lighting catches the attractive patches of grey in his sparse beard.

“The poor young apprentice had never kissed his princess, and not because he didn’t want to - they were afraid they would be caught in the carefully-monitored world of the court.” Your expression turns sad as you move to the next part. 

“One day, the young jeweller heard that his beloved was to be married - the next day, in fact. He was distraught. But when the princess woke on her wedding day, equally heartbroken, she found this ruby - so the story goes - in a gorgeous, handmade silver box, engraved with the words ‘My kiss, only for you’”.

One of the teenagers at the front yawns dramatically, setting the others off into fits of giggles. You sigh. “And that brings our tour to an end, I guess. Gift shop that way, toilets over there, if you want to find out more about the collections you can purchase a guidebook…”

Your voice trails as the group rapidly disperses. Only your handsome regular is left. You hadn’t noticed before how nicely dressed he is - not showy, not in the least, but his clothes have that unmistakable air of quality and expense. Today he’s wearing a dark green, beautifully cut casual jacket with a Nehru collar, combined with dark jeans and a pristine white grandfather shirt. 

“Thank you for a wonderful tour, as usual.” His voice is warm and low, a pleasing sound in the near-empty gallery. 

“Thank you,” you return the compliment. “You’re one of our regulars, aren’t you?”

He pushes his glasses up his nose and nods. You notice he’s holding a small green notebook in one hand, and a pen in the other. “I must admit, though, that I prefer to go on your tours. You are a natural - truly, a joy to listen to. So knowledgeable!” He turns and looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “And, if you’ll forgive me for being forward, even lovelier to look at than Katarzyna’s Kiss.”

You raise your eyebrows. The closest thing to flirting you’d experienced in your time as a guide was when elderly men would corner you near the military history displays and wax lyrical at you about nineteenth-century battleships.

The man has moved closer, now, to you and to the display case. He appraises the ruby at close range. “I’d like to talk to you a little more about this beautiful thing - I’m fascinated by the story.” He turns and looks at you over the top of his glasses. “Would dinner tonight be a good time to talk about this kiss?”

To your surprise, he’d booked a table at the fanciest restaurant in the city. Dinner had been a delight, swapping stories of rare jewels and favourite galleries and museums around the world. 

He had changed since this afternoon, and arrived dressed in an exquisite green and black check suit with a black shirt and tie. He was attractive, there was no way around it - but you preferred to keep your guard up a little longer.

You were about to order a cab when you realised you didn’t have your phone.

“Shit. I must have left it in the office.” 

“It’s not too far away, is it?” He is the picture of concern. “I’ll gladly accompany you back to the museum.”

So he does, offering you his arm at one point like a man in an old movie. You huff a laugh at the gesture until you realise he’s serious. 

“Oh, god. I’m sorry.”

He keeps his arm out, offered to you, and smiles at you with an eyebrow raised. “Chivalry isn’t quite dead yet, ma chérie.”

Maybe it’s the sneaking into the museum after hours, with its connotations of illicit shenanigans, maybe it’s the whiskey you had after dinner, or maybe it’s just the way his suit sits so perfectly over his broad frame, as if it’s begging to be touched and clung to. 

Whatever it is, you’ve barely entered your small office when you’re pushing him against the wall and kissing him like your life depends on it. He groans into your mouth and it goes straight to your pussy. 

He guides you back onto the desk and sits you on the edge, lowering you down carefully as he stands above you. He trails a long, thick finger across the neckline of your dress, slipping his fingertip under the fabric to trace the outline of your breasts.

You whine in pleasure and frustration as he kisses your body. 

“Tell me more about Katarzyna’s Kiss, beautiful. Do you believe the story?”

He keeps kissing as you talk, through the fabric of your dress down to your thighs, where he hitches up the skirt and encourages you to open your legs a little wider. You moan as you feel his fingers tracing up the inside of your thighs.

“I want to kiss you, mi amor, but I will only do so if you say the word.”

You nod frantically, all thoughts of the bright red ruby forgotten. 

He brings his torso down to meet yours, placing a soft, wet kiss to your lips. You hear the zipper of his pants come down and you know that he has taken his cock in his hand. With the other, he reaches past the top of your head, stretching his hand out along the desk and resting his fingers on the marass of papers and, you judge by the clicks going on behind you, your computer keyboard.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me again?” Your voice is heavy, confused. He’s kept one hand behind you, still resting on the keyboard, as he intersperses caressing and kissing your breasts with giving his cock a quick stroke.

“I am, chérie, be patient. The kiss I plan to steal now is more valuable than any ruby - tastes better, too.”

He drops to his knees and pulls your legs apart, dragging your panties down over your soft thighs and knees. He begins by literally kissing your cunt, placing soft, delicate kisses to the wet folds before his broad tongue strokes its way from your opening all the way to your clit. It elicits a muffled scream from you.

“You can’t be there already, beautiful thing.” You aren’t, but the way he’s ‘kissing’ your pussy, then driving his fingers inside you, is getting you very close.

When he begins to suck your clit you feel the pressure building, and soon your slick is coating his perfect nose, his mouth, his face - and his beard. It glistens in the soft light of your desk lamp. 

“Fuck me,” you murmur quietly. 

“Not tonight, dear one,” he says as he returns to standing, zipping back up his pants. “Stay put, I’ll get something to clean you up. Where are the bathrooms?”

You point him towards them, unable to stand up just yet. He’s made you feel completely boneless, fucked out with just his mouth and fingers on your own desk. It had been a while since anyone made you come at all, let alone like that.

You realise you don’t even know his name.

And soon, you realise he’s been gone a rather long time.

The museum’s back corridors are unsettling at night. You wander up and down, calling quietly into the darkness to see if you can find him.

The wail of the siren is deafening as you race back to your office, frantically trying to log back in to check where the alarm has been triggered. You try to contact the night security team, but there’s no response. The screen eventually lights up and you see it: the Kiss ruby. That’s what they’re after.

Security arrives in the exhibition gallery a few minutes after you, leaving it to you to reveal the carefully opened case and the empty plastic clasp that once held the ruby on display.

Where was he? Did he get stuck in part of the building and panic when the alarm went off?

You reach into your pocket to find your phone before you remember you don’t even have his number. 

You find a crisp, folded piece of paper in your dress pocket. It had definitely not been there earlier.

You sneak off behind another display to open the note, before police arrived to question you. The handwriting is fanciful, rendered in pen and ink:

I have helped myself to Katarzyna’s, I’m afraid, but remember that the kiss I gave you tonight - my kiss - is only for you.

Adieu, chérie!

Your Gentleman Thief

[s-jumpr0pequ33n]

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little introduction to me :)

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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ about me

✧ my names chloe, most people call me clo

✧ my birthday’s December 18th

✧ i live in england (☹)

✧ i wanna move to nyc when i’m older (i support the democratic’s/kamala harris not Republican’s tho loll)

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ about my account

✧ i don’t tend to post consistently honestly but i try :3

✧ i mainly post videos/photos of my outfits

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ more about me

✧ some of my top movies suggestions are girl, interrupted , lolita (1997) , palo alto , lilya 4-Ever , requiem of a dream , the babadook , run rabbit run , gone girl , august underground , faces of death , saw

✧ my favourite shows are vampire diaries and pretty little liars !

✧ my playlist basically consists of crystal castles , mitski , pastel ghost , fiona apple , radiohead , sidewalks and skeletons , ethel cain , and obviously (i would say) , lana del rey and lizzy grant

✧ my favourite animal’s are deer, bunnies, elephants, and brown bears 🐻

✧ i want to travel when i’m older, right now i’ve been to cyprus 1x, menorca 1x, Scotland 1x, mallorca 2x, USA (florida) 1x, france 2x, wales 2x, and 2025 i’m going to nyc :)

✧ i have 2 cats and a dog :3

✧ things i ♡ are doing my makeup , skirts , pretty lace underwear , the colour dark red , flowers , hoodies , braided hair , early 2000’s movies , silk , my leather jacket

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discord ~ chloe039272

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tiktok ~ sadgirlxox_l0u (not active much)

i’m not always active!! just because i don’t answer straight away does not mean i am ignoring you, i do have a life outside my online presence, thanks :)

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the basics really, homophoic people, racist people, ableist people, stuff like that.

[milevenstancyendgame]

Mike's Outfit Rating S2

✨Find S1 here.

It's hard to determine the colours and details of this outfit, because it's night time, but at least we get these two hilarious screencaps:

Nancy's face is everything in this scene (love her wallpaper btw).😆

Also, Mike's face.😂

Any way. We start with what looks like black trousers and a black jacket, but if you zoom in on the bike photo, the trousers have a brown sheen, and zooming in on the photo above, the jacket looks more like dark blue with a velvety brown collar.😳

Very interesting.🤔 Would have loved to see that in better light. The shirt is light grey with red, white, and probably dark blue stripes.

We hate to say it, but that shirt is awful.😒 BUT I like the dark brown and velvety collar.🤎 So have

2 out of 5 ⭐⭐ (I'm less generous this season, sorry bestie)

Definitely got the Ernie vibes this season.🤓 These might actually be the same brown trousers as in outfit nr. 1, this time with a dark blue shirt with red, white, and green stripes, plus our old friend! The blue hoodie.😱

Mike, you should know my opinion on blue by now.😮‍💨 Especially dark blue. It's only

1 out of 5 ⭐ 😔

The expressions sure are gold!😆 Now this is THE Special™ Outfit of the season.✨ Iconic.👌We love the cosplay, we love that logo with the ghostie and bright red.👻🚫 We love that it's not blue.🙏 Overalls aren't very stylish though. And beige...😬😬😬 And that proton pack is a fashion nightmare.💅 What a mix. Let's say halfway happy at

3 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐

Have a photo dump of this one, because it's my favourite from the season - which doesn't mean much.😐 The full body shot is the best:

Inquisitive Wheeler!🧐

Man, he really loves those brown trousers.😂 I'm still not sure if they're corduroy or not, it's hard to tell. Also hard to tell if the sweaters base colour is beige or grey. But it has a wild palette of yellow, brown, green, and blue patterns on it.🤯 Certified Grandpa Sweater©.👴🏻 The collar of the shirt beneath seems to be dark green. It better be.🤨

Any way, love the old-fashioned energy, the amount of not-primary colours, especially the green.😌♏ We rise again to

3 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐

And it's already time for our finale outfit.😭

Bestie had the good idea to change trousers before tracking vines, fighting demodogs, and setting tunnels on fire.👏 But guess who's back? The dark blue sweater.😬 And yet ANOTHER grey striped shirt.😮 Indeed, it's not the same as from the first outfit, this one has yellow and dark blue stripes. Seriously Mike, how many of those do you own??👹💀

Also:

THAT blanket with THAT outfit?😱

What can I say.😶 The only thing I like is the dark green trousers, but they clash with the hoodie of doom.😬 It's back to

1 out of 5 ⭐

Shout out for the apocalyptic vibes of this though:

They all deserve to be shown.😂👌Love how everyone's "WTF" in the last picture, but Mike's gone back into 😍 mode.🤭

Ah yes. The Snow Ball.❄️ Such a beautiful, heart-warming ending.💖 But not fashion-wise.😐

I don't even know what to say about those colour combinations. Why would you do that to a child.

The colour of the trousers is impossible to say. It might actually be black. But it goes downhill from there.🫠 Light blue button-up with red tie?🙊 Plus GREY sweater vest??🙉 With YELLOW and BROWN and WHITE and BLACK stripes??🙈 PLUS LIGHT BROWN VELVETY JACKET???😵‍💫😵🤯🤢

The funeral outfit was decent, what happened?😫 Unforgiveable.😤 This is it. The moment I hand out

0 of 5 stars 💀💀💀

Now I understand why s2 was my least favourite season.🫡

Besties. I'm so glad s3 is next. So so glad.🥲

[wafflepatterns]

Meet new sewing pattern <Komugi> Over shirt

A new item is just published from Waffle Patterns. Meet Over shirt <Komugi> sewing pattern, a work wear style over shirt with many functional pockets. Depending on your fabric and design choice, it will be a work shirt, uniform-like service shirt or outdoor style shirt jacket. You can make just a simple shirt as well.

<design options>

View A features a hidden button stand front opening + patch side pockets + an inside pocket. The patch side pockets are 2 types ; side opening or layered type. The cuff is no-opening design.

View B has a normal button stand + seam pocket + back bent and cuff opening.

The chest pocket design has 2 options, layer type or zipper pocket.

View A is intended as non-scratch design suitable for a work shirt especially if you are working on fragile things. View B can be made as a more outdoor-like shirt jacket with details like cuff openings or a vent. But of course you can choose and mix the options as you like!

The khaki sample in the photos features viewA, and the red plaid one is view B. The caramel brown one has mixed features.

My favourite feature is the sleeve patches. Adding compliment textures/colours is really fun! But you can sew without them, too.

Please make your creative style by mixing your favourite details.

<fabric recommendation>

The pattern is drafted for woven fabrics. Light-medium weight durable shirt fabrics are recommended. like corduroy, duck, twill, denim, linen, flannel, light wool or canvas etc.

It is not impossible to use very light drapery fabric, but those are not suitable for some details like patch pockets or vent.

Also, some very thick/stiff fabrics might not work well for details like pockets with facing. In that case, please consider using other lighter fabrics partly like the inside yoke, facing, or pocket parts.

Please choose a suitable one for your design intension.

For the caramel brown sample in the photos, I used cotton canvas. Suitable for work shirts and very easy to handle. The contrast fabric used for the sleeve patch and pocket layer is faux suede.

If you want very durable patches, leather or rubber-mixed fabrics are used for professional work apparel. But for general daily usage, like mine, design oriented choice like nice compliment colours or textures will be enough. Using leftover or old clothes is a fun choice, too.

The khaki sample is cotton ripstop. This one is also very suitable for work wear. The patch part is mixed twill.

The red plaid one is light wool backed fleece. I backed all the pieces with fleece except the folded parts like pocket openings or hem.

I bought all those fabrics from my local fabric market, but most of them are from years ago. I wanted to share where I bought them, but I actually forgot all.

I think light water repellent or windproof fabrics are nice functional options, too.

<Size>

The shirt is drafted regular fit.

I made on size bigger the red plaid sample because I wanted to wear this as a jacket. Also because the fabric gets thicker with fleece backing.

The caramel brown and khaki samples were made with just fit size.

<Other material>

If you attach the hidden button stand design, it is better to use flat and thin buttons for clean look opening.

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The sewing pattern includes 18 pages of instructions and all the sewing processes are described with detailed illustrations. The pattern files are available for both home printers (A4 or US letter) and copyshop(A0 format).

You can check other photos of this model on my Flickr page.

The over shirt -Komugi- (size 32 - 54) PDF sewing pattern is available here. Also in the Etsy shop.

Special discount price until 13th Mar 2024 (CET) with other popular patterns. No discount code is needed! The sale page is here.

*****  Special offer for Paper pattern and free shipping Paper pattern + PDF option is available limited time. *The paper includes only the pattern, please print out the instruction by yourself or read it with your tablet or PC.  The PDF + Paper listing page is here.

Enjoy your sewing!

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[ghostieblotts]

Blotts' Bracelets: Spy Another Day

Okay! Here we are - the very belated post about my bracelets for the West End Concert of Spies Are Forever!

Unfortunately, these photos aren't the greatest - they were taken in a hurry before setting off, and I hadn't had chance to remove the excess elastic yet - but they are better than nothing!

This is going to be a long post, so I'll put in a cut. Keep reading if you want to read my ridiculous and over-pretentious ramblings about some bracelets made with colourful plastic and clay beads!

First of all, the bracelets I made for the Meet & Greet! And yes, my hands were shaking as I tried to get these out on the day.

I made these the night before I left while listening to the SAF soundtrack. Fond memories.

'Flip diggity' was for Joey - I consistently used purple and pink for any Vanger Borschtit/We Love The Prince bracelets as I was aiming to match part of Vanger's original costume, although in hindsight I'm not sure why I didn't use burgundy instead of purple. Gold stars, since they seemed fitting for the glitz and glamour.

'Always end on a high note' was also for Joey - I actually made two of these, and kept the second one (which is the only bracelet I kept!) so I'll add a better photo to end the post. Fiery colours for the gunshot, befitting of the man who invented fire, and bronze stars because they felt most Owen.

'I'm stealing the show' and 'Let's dance' were both for Brian! The purple was meant to match the Informant's outfit during One More Shot, and then the rainbow colours were honestly just for fun (and I needed to make at least one rainbow bracelet for this show at some point, let's be real).

'Once a spy, always a spy' was for Corey, as it felt like a good line to represent the show. I used a lot of things in this bracelet that I used elsewhere to represent Curt - colours from the iconic jacket outfit, blue coloured stars, and smaller silver stars.

'The warmest hello' was also for Corey - I tried not to give two bracelets that were too similar - featuring warm colours and Owen's bronze stars, since I tend to associate this line more with Owen, personally.

Its counterpart, 'The coldest goodbye', was for Clark, with cold-coloured beads and lots of white to represent both ice and Curt's a1p1 outfit (with the blue for some of the lighting), along with Curt's silver stars. After all, I'd say that Curt delivers the coldest goodbyes in the show, both unintentional and intentional.

Finally, 'Lurking in the shadows' was also for Clark. I wanted the coloured beads to be a little bit like a spotlight on an otherwise dark stage.

On to the bracelets that I traded and gifted!

'It was the bees' knees' - self-explanatory yellow and black for bees here. One of the first bracelets I made, and one of my favourites!

'Good, you're learning' - I think I based the colours on Cynthia's a2p1 outfit for some reason, despite this line not being from that scene?

'You limey bastard' - I had so much fun trying to make the colours on this one look like a cut lime. I think it worked decently well!

'Somebody's gotta do it' - Sergio's outfit colours! I spent so long staring at screenshots trying to colour match this one. It worked out better than a lot of my colour matching attempts (I did not have the brown and neutral toned beads necessary to colour match the costumes in saf)

'Efficiency and skill' - I liked to always use the same type of purple beads for Tatiana. I ran out of them.

The 'Doing This' series! I typically used those blue beads as Curt's signature colour. I kept Tatiana's purple next to the bomb in 'That bomb/My heart', and Curt's blue close to the heart. Then with 'Better as friends' the hearts are closer together because they understand each other a little more now :) and then 'Don't have to pretend' has feature beads in purple for Tatiana and blue and orange for Curt (I didn't have the larger stars in red).

Then the matching pair of 'The warmest hello' and 'The coldest goodbye'. I added the hearts so that these two would be exactly the same size. Once again, the colours are dual purpose, chosen for the temperature and to represent Curt and Owen. The white and blue was to represent Curt's a1p1 outfit under blue lighting, and the brownish-orange beads were the ones I used as Owen's signature colour (since I didn't have the right beads for a true colour match).

Introducing the DMA's signature colour - these weird, kinda fleshy-coloured beads! They just felt right, and again I lacked a good colour match for his costume. 'The horror of staying alive' was the first bracelet where I used these beads as I felt they matched the line quite nicely, and they returned for 'I'm a different breed', with yellow and orange feature beads to kind of allude to the DMA's shirt. (Though as I'm looking at these again, I think if I wore this one I would also read those beads as being the punch after this line in Torture Tango).

A series of bracelets from 'We love the prince' - I tried to give them a little bit of visual variety while keeping to that pink-and-purple theme I established for Vanger. I had the unexpected pleasure of meeting AJ Holmes outside the theatre, and he ended up getting the 'Jibber jabber' bracelet without picking deliberately - couldn't have planned that better if I had tried!

'It's actually a gun' has white and black beads for the scientists' outfits and some fiery feature beads for a gunshot.

'Pay attention' features my attempt at colour matching one of Barb's outfits - the peach and blue beads were to try and incorporate some texture, since she wears a lot of patterned fabric.

Another matching pair! 'Old buddy' and 'Old pal', with colours to match who the line is addressed to.

'Me and my partner Owen' - I had so much fun with this one. Curt's blue beads around 'me', white beads for Curt's a1p1 and casino outfits, red beads for the accents on the jacket, and Owen's beads around his name. Then the feature beads with the different colours representing Curt and individual Owen beads surrounding/in between them.

'Remember/surrender/never' - a straightforward design I really liked! Featuring Tatiana, the DMA, and Curt's signature bead colours.

'Eyes on the prize' - white and black beads for Curt's casino outfit, and purple and red for the incredible lighting in this scene.

'I don't believe in chance' with purple for Tatiana, and 'Back to the bakery' with Sergio's colours!

Lots of orange and Owen's signature beads for 'Oh, sod off'. I'm not sure why I used white and blue for 'They call that ⭐treason⭐' - I think I was going for vaguely Union Flag vibes? Could have done with some red though. Stars for emphasis

Oh I spent so long on this one. I wanted it to be able to loop endlessly as well as matching the number of repeats in the original line, without making the bracelet too loose. If you start with the coloured letter beads and read them again at the end, it's the right number of repeats for 'A spy is a spy is a spy is a spy is a spy'. Red and blue beads for Curt, and the coloured letter beads were meant to just generally match the spy characters.

'Personal history'. Lavender.

Another matching pair - 'Once a spy' with colours from Curt's a1p1 outfit, and 'Always a spy' with colours from Curt's iconic jacket outfit.

Nearly done!

'My old friend' - another one in lavender!

'Pretend to be a hero again' - this was another fun one! A very small set of feature beads to recreate the iconic jacket outfit, and then using those beads again throughout the bracelet - but 'hero' has the colours of Curt's a1p1 outfit around it. I was thinking about Curt's attempts to 'be the old him' again, and how tying that to his a1p1 colours could be a bit sarcastic with calling him a 'hero', going with the bitterness of 'pretend'.

'To honor' - this was the first bracelet I made for SAF! I made it at the same time as I made 'sample lady at Costco' for Solve-It Squad since it used the same colours. I was trying to kind of make miniature American flags, with more of that patriotic red, white, and blue in the stars, and then hearts in red and blue as an extra touch. I hope Mr. Big would approve. (I did spend a while thinking about which spelling to use. 'Honor' felt more appropriate. My spellcheck doesn't seem to agree.)

'One step ahead' - featuring both the signature beads for Owen and the DMA, more bronze and orange stars for Owen, and a small blue star for Curt.

'How the story ends' - another fun one to end with, featuring Curt and the DMA's signature beads, three stars in blue and orange for Curt, and individual orange stars for Owen.

And that's it! All 43 bracelet designs I made for SAF London. If you read all of this, thank you so much! Here's a better picture of my copy of 'Always end on a high note' to end the post :)

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 6]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.1K

There was a skip in your step as you approached KQ Entertainment today. In today’s work, you were going to record the guide vocals for a few of your tracks. You entered the building and waited for the lift. When it reached the producing floor, you stepped out.

“Thanks, Maddox hyun-” Hongjoong, who was exiting Maddox’s studio stopped in his tracks. You froze too, eyes scanning him. 

“I wore it first!” You were quick to blurt it out. You and Hongjoong were basically wearing the same outfit; black ripped jeans, a striped turtle neck inside and a red leather jacket over.

“No, I wore it first. You copied me.” Hongjoong scoffed, stepping closer to inspect your outfit. 

“Is this the same jacket? Cause I got mine at the corner shop in Insadong.”

“Corner shop in Insadong.” The both of you said at the same time. You both burst out laughing, what were the odds that you were wearing the same outfit and the accent piece was from the exact same shop.

“Joong, you left your- Woah.” Maddox stopped, seeing the two of you. He handed Hongjoong’s notebook over to him.

“You guys should take a picture.” He laughed. You were fine with the photo, knowing that Hongjoong wouldn’t post it online, so you handed your phone over to Maddox. You stood next to Hongjoong and Maddox took the picture. He did the same on Hongjoong’s phone, just that Hongjoong wanted you to have matching poses.

“No copying me next time, understand? It’s good to be original.” Hongjoong put a hand on your head, shaking it lightly with a baby-like teasing tone. You frowned, glaring at him. You slapped his hands away.

“Excuse you, you copied me. I know I’m cool but stop trying to copy my style.” You slapped his arm. 

“Yah, you can’t hit your elders.” Hongjoong scolded.

“Yes, I can! Watch!” You reached over to flick his forehead. His eyes widened in outrage as he threw his entire body weight over you, putting his arms around you as you squirmed. 

“Ack!” You choked. You broke free and ran down the hallway, making him chase you. The both of you burst out laughing.

“Mingi! Help me! Protect me! Hide me!” Seeing the tall boy emerge from the lift, you ducked behind him and held him in front of you. 

“W-What’s going on? Indigo?” Mingi was utterly confused as to why you were using him as a human shield against his captain. Hongjoong tried to reach for you and you both ended up running around Mingi.

“Hyung, you told us not to bully Indigo. You can’t do the same.” Mingi decided to help you against the captain. Being so much taller, he was able to help you block Hongjoong off. Since you couldn’t stick your tongue out at him, you shot him a peace sign, having successfully turned Mingi against him. 

“Mingi, you’re my favourite.” You hooked arms with him. You didn’t realise your actions made Mingi flustered.

“As happy as I am to hear that I am your favourite, I don’t want Wooyoung to know that and kill me.” Mingi chuckled sheepishly, covering his red ears.

“It’s a secret then.” You giggled and Mingi nodded his head. Hongjoong stared at the two of you, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe his own team member, a brother, would betray him. 

“I’ll happily tell him that he isn’t your favourite.” Hongjoong scoffed and you squinted your eyes at him, mentally challenging him.

“I just realised that you’re dressed the same.” Mingi pointed out, looking at you and the captain.

“He copied me. Then when I called him out, he got upset, that’s why he started chasing me.” You explained with a disapproving shake of your head. Mingi nodded slowly, understanding your words.

“You are such a liar.” Hongjoong stuck his tongue out at you. 

“Don’t listen to him, let’s go Mingi.” With your chin up, you marched away with Mingi, leaving Hongjoong behind.

“Wait, go where?” Mingi scratched his head, still a little lost. As you led him away, he turned and waved to Hongjoong, who scoffed. You ignored his question and walked with him until your studio. You keyed in your passcode and finally entered the room. Mingi stood in the hallway, unsure of whether you wanted to invite him in or not. 

“You can come in if you’d like.” You chuckled, realising he was standing there in the hallway awkwardly. Safe to say, you have grown very comfortable with the boys. There was no need for you to tiptoe or be wary of them. 

Like Hongjoong said, they were harmless 5 year olds.

“You seem very happy today.” Mingi noted. Not that you were broody all the time, but he noticed your happier demeanour.

“Oh, I’m recording some guide vocals today for some tracks so I’m rather excited. It’s a break from the more technical producing and mixing.” You explained to him, turning on your system.

“But don’t you have to edit later?”

“Shush, let me have my moment. Don’t go crushing my little pockets of happiness.” You held a hand up to him to silence him. 

“Actually... are you free later today? Do you want to help me record the rap for my guide? San is coming in soon to help with some vocals.” You turned to him with a sparkle in your eye. Mingi took his phone out, scrolling for a bit.

“I’ll be free after lunch.” He informed.

“Great! I’ll see you then. I’ll send you what we’re working with for you to practice. And don’t worry about the lyrics, it’s just a guide.” You eye smiled at him. 

“Okay, I’ll see you later, I guess.” Mingi smiled and waved back before exiting your studio. Once the door closed, you put your headphones on and became serious as you did your work. It was a good laugh that you had with Hongjoong this morning but now it was time to focus. 

“Ah, ah. Testing.” You spoke into the mic as you set up in the recording studio. You’ve never worked in this recording studio before. 

You didn’t have a nice enough voice to record the track but you did record your own vocals to send to San for him to practice. After much contemplation, San’s voice was the best to fit this part compared to Jongho’s.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come in.” You replied. 

“Hello.” San smiled with a bow as he entered. You looked up from your screen and waved to him. 

“I brought you coffee. Oh, and a cookie. I hope chocolate chip is fine.” San slid into the seat next to you, putting the tray of coffee down. He took your coffee out and place the bag with the cookie next to it. 

“Thank you, San. I needed this. And thank you for doing this for me.” You giggled and took a sip of the coffee. 

“No problem at all. It’s always fun to be in the recording studio.” He had a kind smile. 

“Okay, so before we begin, do you have any questions for me? This is just guide vocal recording so I’m sure you know that the lyrics don’t matter. I’m more concerned about matching the pace and tempo, getting a feel for it. See if the song can come together cohesively or whether there needs to be any changes to it.” You asked him. 

“Actually, I have one question. Your voice in the sample you sent me was good, Indigo. Why don’t you use your own vocals?” He tilted his head.

“No, I don’t think my voice is very good. Plus, I have this thing about hearing my own voice, I’m not a fan of it. I think your voice is better and suits this piece better.” You laughed.

“Well, thank you for choosing me.” He put a hand on his heart.

“We can start whenever you’re ready.” You told him. He stood up and went to the recording booth, putting the headphones on.

“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the mic. 

“Yes. Loud and clear.” He gave a thumbs up, adjusting the volume on the panel. You waited for him to do some vocal warm ups then he took his phone out to refer to whatever notes he took. 

“We will start with the bridge and chorus first.” You told him. San, just like the Ateez members, was very hardworking and focused right from the get go. Even if this was just guide vocal recording, you could tell that he was giving it his all, as if this was a real recording.

“Playing back.” You said and played the recording for both and him to listen to. San took some notes on his phone. 

“Can I record the chorus part again? I think I should change the tempo for the last two lines.” San spoke into his own mic.

“Sure. Cue yourself in with the bridge.” You instructed, playing his recording of the bridge to him. He had his phone in one hand to refer to his lyrics and notes. You bobbed your head along. 

“Good job. Playing back.” You played the track for him. From the look on his face, you could tell he was so much more satisfied with the re-recorded part.

“Who is doing the rap part?” San asked.

“Mingi said he can come in and do it for me later.” You informed. The rest of the guide was recorded in parts, making it easier for you and San to make edits and adjustments when necessary.

“There’s a pause there, so no need to rush into it. Wait for the guitar to pick up again before starting.” You said.

“Okay, I’ll go again.” San nodded. 

“Okay, nice. Let’s have a break. Thank you for your hardwork.” You spoke. San nodded and bowed, putting the headphone back on the stand. He appeared at the door again, taking a seat beside you to sip his coffee. He curiously peered at your computer screen, watching you arrange and adjust the vocal pieces together with the instrumental.

“Wow, this is cool. Actually, I’ve never really recorded guide vocals before. Hongjoong hyung produces with Edenary and they do the guide vocals since he can sing and rap.” San explained. 

“I used to record my own guide to send out but I really don’t like it. That’s why I asked if you and Mingi would be interested in helping me.” You said.

“Anytime I’m free, I’ll help you. I’m having fun and I get to learn about this whole process too.” He grinned. 

“Do you think this is an Ateez song?” San asked. 

“You never know. I just have these pieces and if I think they fit the concept, I’ll submit them in. Whether the company decides to choose them is out of my hands.” You said and he nodded in agreement. 

Before moving on, you and San chatted, sharing a little bit about yourselves. San was also kind and patient enough to tell you things about Ateez, as well as answer any questions that you had when you were researching.

“So, the Wanteez episode where you guys drank...” You started, eyes not moving away from your computer screen.

“Ah... What about that?” His voice slightly squeaked at the end of his question, making you snicker. 

“Was it real? Like you guys were really drunk?” You asked.

“Yes, it was real. I don’t remember much from what happened in the episode, only when we re-watched it then we knew how it all went down. Plus, we watched the uncut version from the editors so it was a lot worse. But I do have to say I hold my alcohol a lot better than what was portrayed.” He defended.

“You were very cute during the yelling game. I agree that Wooyoung was mean in yelling to the point where you fell off the chair.” You laughed and turned your head to see him bury his face in his hands.

“I’m never doing that again. And I hate the yelling game or rather, I think I just hate people yelling at me. It’s scary.” He pouted.

“I’ll make sure no one yells at you if I’m ever there.” You promised.

“Thanks.” He blushed.

“Besides your adorable singing and snacking in the photobooth, Hongjoong wanting to go into the chair to go home was the highlight. He is such a dork.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as you remembered the scene.

“We don’t hold our liquor very well... Yunho and Jongho would be the best, I think. I can’t remember.” He scratched his head.

“Wooyoung seemed to be okay.” 

“He either giggles a lot or gets angry or switch between the two. I’m sure you saw the episode where we all got colonoscopies and how his anger unleashed.” San said and you nodded your head. 

“Who knew it was possible for you guys to be more chaotic than you are now? All you need to do is add some alcohol.” You scoffed.

“Or he could get touchy. Like how he kissed Yunho.” San added.

As you continued to get to know more about San, you realised that his tough appearance and powerful dance moves were just one aspect of him. He is actually sensitive, gentle and has one of the biggest hearts you’ve ever met. You could tell that he cares a lot about people, which softens your heart. You found his sulking pout very cute too. 

“Thanks again for coming in. Have a nice day.” After the recording was all done, you bowed to San gratefully. You were going to part ways for him to go for his schedule. San reached out to hug you.

“Call me anytime. It was fun.” He laughed. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him, patting his back.

“Bye.” He waved and left while you went back to your studio. 

“What should I eat?” You scrolled on your phone, looking for a place to get lunch from. Since you wanted to work and eat at the same time, you got some chinese food, which wouldn’t be too messy. 

*DING DONG*

“Delivery.” You heard the deliveryman outside your studio door, the doorman must have let him in this time to give the food directly. 

“Thank you.” You picked up your order and brought it into the studio as the deliveryman left. You ordered fried rice with black bean sauce and a small portion sweet & sour pork. 

“Alright, where were we?” With your bowl in one hand, you sat at your desk and began to arrange the guide vocals. While San was recording, you had made notes of changes you wanted to make to the instrumental so you applied those changes and layered the vocals over.

“Better...” You nodded your head as you played back the track. While listening, you ate a spoonful of food. 

When you were done with your food, you bagged up the trash and took it out, not wanting the food smell to linger for too long. You even sprayed air freshner in the studio afterwards.

“Hey.” Mingi appeared at your door just as you were coming back from using the bathroom.

“Come in. You’re early.” You chuckled, keying in the passcode. 

“Yeah, my schedule ended early.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Since you were still editing, Mingi sat down on your couch to wait for you. He quietly looked around the decor of your studio. It was very minimalistic.

“Just let me finish this up real quick and we’ll start. Sorry.” You turned to bow your head.

“No worries, I’m early anyway. Please take you time.” Mingi smiled. He watched you put your headphones on and begin working. You bobbed your head gently, hand tapping against the desk. 

“Tch, this isn’t it either...” You mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head. Then you lifted your head to look at the big monitor and began clicking with your mouse to move things around. Mingi usually watched the other producers and Hongjoong do this but seeing you do it was somehow mesmerising to him. You were so focused and in the zone. 

“Okay, I’m done. Let’s go to the recording studio.” You stood up, stretching yours arms. Mingi nodded and waited for you to gather your laptop before walking to the same recording studio you used with San earlier.

“How was recording with San?” Mingi asked.

“It was good, a productive session. We managed to do quite a bit. You all are very hardworking.” You giggled.

“We have to be when our captain is such a perfectionist.” Mingi chuckled as he held the lift door open for you to enter. You walked in with a greatful bow of your head.

“But I think there’s passion and appreciation for the craft too. San was able to pick up corrections before I could and wanted to re-record parts he thought he could improve on, which is commendable.” You explained. 

“Plus, he helped me learn some things about Ateez.” You added with a laugh.

“O-Oh? Like what?” Mingi grew a little nervous, wondering just how much San told you about them. 

“Like how people call you Princess Mingi, especially Yunho.” You teased. Mingi immediately grew flustered, opening his mouth to defend himself but no coherent words seemed to form.

“T-That...”

“Relax, I’m just teasing. I teased San plenty too, especially with the drunk Wanteez episode. He turned to red when I brought up what happened. And if it is any consolation, I think you’d make a great princess.” You snickered. Mingi knew you were just teasing him but his cheeks burned. 

“Anyway, I’m looking forward to recording this with you.” You told him as you entered the recording studio with him. Mingi watched you set up your computer and sat down in the seat San had. 

“That’s a lot of pressure...” Mingi gulped.

“No, don’t be pressured. This is just a guide recording so like I said this morning, lyrics don’t matter. Just have fun with it.” You eye smiled at him.

“I just tried to follow the tempo and speed mainly, the words are gibberish.” Mingi scrolled on his phone.

“That’s fine. Don’t worry, Mingi. You’ve got this.” You tiptoed and patted his shoulder. Your soft, encouraging tone and pat on the shoulder seemed to melt all of Mingi’s anxiousness aaway. 

“Alright.” Mingi nodded and went into the recording booth. 

“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the mic once he had the headphones on. He gave you a thumbs up. 

“Ready when you are.” You told him. From your side of the glass, you watched Mingi mouth and run through the lyrics and notes that he had on his phone. He took a deep breath before turning to you and nodding as the cue to start the track. 

~

Series Masterlist

[lucawrites11]

What are your favourite Leah, Lucy, Keira, Alexia, Mapi, Less & Ona fits?

fashion is NOT my thing, i just know photography and editing because i do that as well, have been since i was 11 and if anyone is thinking wow luca you have a lot of hobbies, i have autism and adhd, what do you expect? okay, off the top of my head...

(also my bestie studies fashion history and has literally made me clothes from nothing so that's why i can use big words)

alessia: pride of britain 2022 (the black dress) the dress and the hair that night i loved it - i know she's said now that it was uncomfortable but i think she just nailed this one and i want to see more red carpet looks with a dress kind of shaped like this because it suits her. honestly tho her casual outfits suit her every time but when someone else dresses her just NO fire her stylist

lucy: just anything aligne, it just always suits her but there's too many photos but especially the fit for barça v real madrid with the tank top

leah: in a suit, again too many to choose from just a suit full stop. spoty this year, both wimbledons and the elle style awards are highlights off the top of my head

keira: my fashion guru, that comfy style is exactly how i dress so all of it ngl, we have such similar styles but like the winner has to be fifa: the best 2023 because i feel like she finally wore something on a red carpet that she wanted to wear not that she felt like she had to wear and i loved it

ona: again, very similar fashion sense, she wears a lot of hoodies and that's just a mood, hoodies are the best, there isn't really a fit that comes to mind. she needs to get a couple of well deserved nominations so she starts hitting the red carpets

mapi: again too many hits to choose from but the red dress from the ballon d'or lives rent free in my brain

alexia: i lowkey adore when she dresses a little more femme. that walk in when she showed up with the little jacket and short skirt was so good but she normally aces the fits

ngl this is a random question for me but i loved answering it

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

My Pretty Girl ♡

Idol! Seungmin × afab reader (established relationship)

Seungmin comes home one day, exhausted from a full day of recording and tiring choreographies, to see y/n crying. Being the concerned boyfriend he is, of course he immediately approaches and asks her what's wrong...

CW: Mentions of insecurities, reader was a victim of bullying and is extremely insecure of their appearance, suggestive(???), fluff

Seungmin sighed in relief as he stepped into the apartment, the heated interior providing a pleasuring contrast to the chilly weather outside. After a long day of recording new tracks and learning vigorous dance choreographies, he was looking forward to coming home and spending time with you, his favourite person (not counting the 7 Idiots that he worked with on a daily basis).

He walked into the living room, surprised that the lights were off. Usually when he came home late from his idol job, you would be up watching a movie or playing video games, nevertheless awaiting his arrival home. He shrugged off his winter jacket, squinting through his brown fringe as he glanced around the apartment.

"Y/N? I'm home!"

Silence. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused.

"Y/N?"

His sensitive ears perked up at a small sound coming from your shared room down the hallway. He quietly padded over to the entrance, and looked round the slightly ajar door. The confusion on his face turned to shock when he recognised your silhouette shaking underneath the covers on your shared king-sized bed, accompanied by muffled sobs. He immediately strided over to the bed, sitting down next to your hidden figure and bending over to hug the lump of blankets that was you. You, on the other hand, snapped out of your sobbing trance the moment you felt your boyfriend's familar weight on you. You quickly ducked out from under the blankets, subtly using the back of your hand to wipe at your face. You threw back the covers and came face-to-face with Seungmin's dark, puppy-like eyes.

"Seungie? You're home earlier than usual..."

"What d'you mean? It's nearly midnight. I always come home around this time on weekdays?"

Your breath hitched at his words. Have you been crying for that long? You unknowingly started fidgeting with your nails, which were short and chewed down. Seungmin noticed this, and lightly gripped your wrists to stop you. Your teary eyes met his once more.

"Y/N, did something happen? Why were you crying?"

"...I wasn't crying."

"Don't lie to me, pup. Your eyes are red and still teary, and I could hear you just now."

Your gaze dropped, and you continued to stare silently at your hands in his larger, warmer ones. Nothing could ever get past Kim Seungmin, you knew that. Yet you still tried to hide things from him. You were snapped out of your thoughts by Seungmin's voice again.

"Why were you crying?"

"I...I just happened to come across some old screenshots from high-school, while I was clearing my gallery storage...it was screenshots of some old messages and photos that these girls in my class had sent to each other...they were all making fun of me and trash-talking me..."

Hot tears sprouted at your eyes as you recalled the cruel text messages and crudely photoshopped images of you from nearly a decade ago. Seungmin was quiet. Did he think you were being oversensitive, or something? Your heart almost jumped to your throat when he spoke.

"What...what did they say about you?"

"I don't know...they were calling me ugly, and...and making fun of my appearance...whatever, its fucking stupid, I know I'm overreacting-"

"You're not ugly."

You looked back up at your boyfriend, tears already starting to slide down your face at the painful memories. He kept a firm grip on your wrists, moving one hand to your shoulder to pull you into his chest.

"What?"

"I said, you're not ugly, Y/N. I tell you that you're the most gorgeous and sweetest girl I've ever met, everyday. Even if people still say bad things about you now, I'll stick by your side and defend you, because I love you and cherish the person you are on the inside-out, okay? You may not see it that way, but I do. You may find it hard to accept, but that's why I'm here."

He leaned down to your eye-level, flashing his signature dorkily adorable grin.

"You're probably not feeling too good about yourself now, aren't you?"

"No, Seungie..."

"Okay. Then let me remind you that you're anything but ugly, and that whoever says otherwise, I'll find them and beat them into their senses."

"...Seungie, you don't work out."

"...okay, I'll call Changbin-hyung to deal with them."

Your pout spread into a smile as your laughter filled the room. Seungmin smiled in satisfaction and cupped your face.

"There's that smile. My pretty girl's smile."

A blush made its way to your already flushed face as his thumb swiped over the remaining tears on your face.

"Even if you want to cry, don't cry alone. You're too beautiful for that. Promise me whenever you feel down, you'll tell me right away. You know I'll do whatever I can for you, right, pup?"

You nodded at his words, and he leaned back. He seemed satisfied.

"So, is there anything else you'd like your amazing and loving boyfriend to do to cheer you up?"

"Could you...would you help me forget those girls from high-school?"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, taking a second to realise what you were asking for. A cheeky smirk appeared on his face as he pushed you onto your back, leaning down to graze your ear with his teeth. You sighed in relief as he peppered reassuring kisses down your neck and your exposed collarbone under your unbuttoned collar. Memories of your bullies and your insecurities evaporated into thin air as Seungmin got to work on you...

Hahahshshshshs idk where I was going with this 💀😭 I wasn't feeling too well about a similar bullying situation in school that happened recently, and my therapist called to remind me to take my delulu pills 😻 (jokes...partially...I have terrible humor omg-) Just some light fluff,, hope it could cheer you up if u were feelin down 😭😭

[boin-de-bindery]

Darling, I'm Starving & Wrap Your Teeth Around The World by Ethereally, @putsch

My dust jacket bind! Thanks again to both authors for giving me permission to make a fanbinding ❤️

This is a Blue Lock AU where Kunigami and Chigiri go hunting vampires across Meiji-era Japan. The fics are among my favourites, and they were a pleasure to bind.

The authors commissioned this wonderful cover art for their fic, which I knew from the outset I wanted to include. Hence, adventures in DIY dust jacket craft. I printed the front and rear + flaps as separate A4 sheets, cut them to size, then connected them with a spine made from endpaper off-cuts. Really happy with the finish ✨

I kept the book cover itself simple. It's red velour bookcloth with gold HTV for the lettering and AO3 logo. I used strips of the same HTV on the dust jackets to seal the external joints.

One of my favourite things about this bind is the inclusion of this illlustration by fleshcircuits, who kindly gave me permission to include his art! It's spooky and gorgeous, just like the writing.

I actually made three copies of this—one for me, and a copy each for the two authors. I made Putsch's a little after the other two, so I don't have a picture of all three together 🥲 but I like that each copy is similar with slight differences in terms of endpapers and small details.

Technical details:

A5 flat spine casebinding with red faux velour bookcloth (gotta say, love this stuff; I've bought more in red and in black).

I did different sizes of signatures for each bind, but they all clock in at 104 pages. The signatures were trimmed by guillotine.

fleshcircuits' illustration printed on white paper. This has a hinge that I sewed in with the regular signature sheets, along with the corresponding page on the other side of the signature. It didn't align precisely, but I still love how it looks.

Endpapers are from this pack of printed cardstock. Pretty decent quality and a nice weight for endpapers, but note they're completely matte: the "glitter" is printed.

Handsewn headbands.

Homemade dust jacket made from matte photo paper, scrap endpaper and PVA glue—tutorial to follow. I like the detail of having AO3 comments as "reviews" like a traditionally published book.

Fonts used were OldStyle, Fancy Text and Garamond. The title and chapter frames are doctored from a Vecteezy image and a Meiji-ish sample label.

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 14

Claire was so excited when she arrived at Loki’s place, though she was a little bit nervous too. She felt like it was a date, since they had shared a kiss last night… She also hoped that something more would maybe happen too.

She was getting so frustrated having just her own hands to deal with her needs at nights, while thinking of Loki. It didn’t help that she had to see him every day, for hours on end, watching him teach his class and be so in charge… her thoughts were beginning to run away with her again so she shook her head and pushed them to the back of her mind as she walked up to his door and rang the bell.

Loki opened the door before the bell had even stopped ringing, he had the biggest smile on his face. His heart also skipped a beat as he took in her appearance, she was wearing a dark green dress with tights since it was cold, with a jacket thrown over. She’d also curled her hair which hung nicely down over her shoulders. He had to resist the urge to just take her upstairs to his bed…

‘Come on in. You look beautiful, darling.’ He commented when she stepped inside and he took off her jacket for her.

‘So do you… I mean, uh, handsome. You look handsome.’ She said quickly, her cheeks turned red.

‘I’ll take beautiful too.’ Loki chuckled and winked at her.

He was wearing suit trousers with a light blue shirt, his sleeves were rolled up his forearms, that Claire tried not to focus too much on.

‘I brought some wine.’ Claire held up a bottle of red.

‘Perfect. My favourite.’ Loki grinned and kissed her cheek, making her blush.

Loki led her through to the living room, as soon as she walked in, Bat came running over to her from the window while making a chirping noise.

‘Bat! Hey!’ Claire cooed in delight as she crouched down to stroke her.

‘I told her you were coming over, she’s been sitting on the window-ledge all afternoon.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Aww, you’re just the cutest.’ She scooped Bat up into her arms and stood up straight, Bat started rubbing her head against Claire’s cheek while purring.

‘Will I just leave the two of you alone tonight?’ Loki teased and poked Claire in the side playfully, making her laugh.

‘Getting jealous?’ Claire smirked at him.

‘Very.’ Loki winked at her.

Loki poured them both a drink of wine and they sat down on the sofa together, Bat instantly made herself comfortable on Claire’s lap.

‘Apologies for the cat hair that will get on your dress.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Ah don’t worry, cat hair makes everything look better.’ Claire laughed.

Loki draped his arm around the back of the sofa behind her while they chatted before dinner. He couldn’t resist stroking her shoulder every now and then, he just desperately wanted to touch her. Her scent still drove him crazy, even though he could control himself.

‘Excuse me while I check on dinner, it shouldn’t be much longer now anyway.’ Loki headed through to the kitchen while Claire stayed with Bat and sipped her wine.

She decided to take a look at his book case, she was intrigued to see what kind of books he liked. As she wandered over and was looking at the book titles, she noticed slightly hidden at the back was a photo album. Curiosity got the better of her, so she pulled it out and opened it up to look through.

‘Don’t tell your dad.’ She said to Bat, who was peeking at her from over the back of the sofa.

Her heart melted as she flicked through the pages, there was plenty of old photos from when Loki was younger. What surprised her though, was how Chris was in a lot of them too, but he seemed exactly the same as he was now. Did he never age? What was his secret?

Though she also noticed that Loki seemed close with Chris when he had been a child. Loki looked to be clinging to him a lot as a toddler, even when Loki looked to be in his teen years, he was next to Chris or looking at him with adoration. Then the pictures just stopped after Loki’s teenage years.

‘Wonder what happened that made them grow so apart.’ Claire muttered to herself.

‘Dinner’s ready!’ Loki shouted through, making Claire jump.

She quickly put the album back where she found it, then grabbed her wine and headed through to join Loki in the kitchen.

‘Smells amazing.’ She said as she walked in and took a seat at the dining table.

‘I hope it tastes amazing too.’ Loki said as he put a plate down on front of her.

He’d made a sausage casserole with mashed potatoes, it was his speciality. He was delighted when Claire’s face lit up after her first bite.

‘Oh wow, this is so good!’ She said as she stuffed another forkful into her mouth.

Loki grinned in delight. ‘I’m glad you like it. I used to make this for my parents a lot, they loved it. Dad still does, I make it on special occasions.’

‘So, this is a special occasion?’ Claire asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Loki smiled widely and reached over to lightly stroke the back of her hand briefly. ‘I’d say a first date is a pretty special occasion… Wouldn’t you?’ He asked with an eyebrow raised, hoping he had said the right thing, he wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

‘Definitely.’ Claire said with the biggest smile.

After dinner, they went back through to the living room with another glass of wine and Loki put some background music on. Loki sat even closer to Claire this time, and Bat curled up at the end of the sofa next to her.

Loki found himself stroking her neck absentmindedly, now and then his fingers would still against her pulse, he could sense her lovely blood flowing through her veins. Oh how easy it would be to just… take a bite. She was tipsy now after all, he could just pass it off as an alcoholic dream.

He snapped himself out of it, he was NOT like that, he was not going to hurt her. He began playing with her hair instead of touching her neck, Claire felt like she had turned into putty just from his light touches. She especially liked it when he touched her neck.

It wasn’t long before they locked eyes and trailed off in their conversation, soon becoming distracted in one another. Loki gently slid his hand down to hold the side of her neck and leaned in to kiss her, she reciprocated with just as much eagerness as he had when their lips connected.

Claire’s hands wound up around his neck, she toyed with his hair at the back of his neck as their kiss deepened. Loki tested the waters a little as he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, when she didn’t pull back he teased her tongue, tasting the wine they’d been drinking all night. Her scent completely enveloped him, making him kiss her more eagerly and the way she tugged on his hair certainly didn’t slow him down.

He could tell her heart was racing as he could feel her blood rushing through the veins in her neck, but he surprised himself with how much restraint he had as he was able to rein himself in a bit and calm his tongue down, back to a slow passionate kiss.

When they broke the kiss, they were both a bit flustered and Loki could definitely smell her arousal, even as she clenched her thighs together to try and calm herself down. Loki’s eyes had darkened a little, but thankfully she didn’t notice, and he managed to calm his own racing heart down by trying to think unsexy thoughts.

Her gentle hand landing on his thigh made it difficult not to focus on her though. He cleared his throat and picked up her hand, he kissed the back of it and each finger slowly in turn.

‘I really, really like you, Claire. And god, you have no idea how difficult it is for me right now to restrain myself… but my dad raised me better than this, I don’t want to rush, what we have.’ As he spoke, he turned her hand around and gave her wrist a lingering kiss that made her curl her toes. ‘I want to do this properly, darling.’

Claire’s face was flushed red and she struggled to get her brain to work properly as she tried to speak, but a big mumble of garbage spilled from her lips, making Loki chuckle as he gently released her hand.

‘I uhm… yeah, me too.’ Was all Claire could whisper once she got her brain to function again, which took a bit longer than she had thought it would, because Loki’s warm hand ended up cupping her cheek. He was really making it difficult for her to agree with him.

Loki just couldn’t stop himself from touching her in some way, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go.

‘You’re not making it easy to resist you, you know.’ She laughed shyly.

Loki chuckled sheepishly, though he still didn’t let go of her cheek, instead he began stroking it with the back of his hand. ‘I can’t help myself.’ He admitted.

Claire’s heart was still hammering in her chest, like it was about to burst out of her. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm her own hormones down.

A little meow tore them apart, Bat clambered across Claire’s lap and onto Loki’s, she then put her front paws up onto his chest and started batting at his chin.

‘She seems to be after something.’ Claire laughed.

Loki sighed. ‘Yes, it’s feeding time… Impeccable timing, Bat.’ He tucked her under his arm and grudgingly carried her through to the kitchen to feed her.

Claire was glad for the little break, just so she could get a proper breather. Part of her was a little disappointed that things weren’t going to go further between them tonight, but at the same time she felt really warmed that Loki didn’t want to rush them. That he thought so highly of her to want to respect her so much.

When he returned, they had another drink and managed to keep things from getting too heavy. Though they did sneak in one more kiss when Loki walked her home.

It was safe to say, they were both in desperate need of relief when they went to bed that night. Loki even took a bag of blood to bed with him for after he had relieved himself, but it tasted nothing like he knew Claire would, and his hand definitely wasn’t as effective as Claire would be.

How he was going to be control himself when they did get to that stage in their relationship, he had no idea. He was really scared he was going to lose control, that he would hurt and scare her.

When that was of course the last thing he wanted to do.

[noforkingclue]

Love to Hate and Hate to Love, Chapter 4 (River Cartwright x OC)

Whatever you think is happening in the chapter it isn't a date. Absolutely not.

Nope.

No fucking way.

Anyway, hope you like the chapter!

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Olivia looked down at her phone and sighed. It had just started to rain and the water was making it hard to use the screen. She wiped it on her coat jacket and looked around. She could’ve sworn that the restaurant was around her somewhere. It might’ve been several years since she had gone but she could still picture it. After all, it had been one of her favourite places as a student. She pulled her coat around her as she turned the corner and beamed.

Success!

She walked towards it, a spring in her step. Finally a fucking breakthrough. She looked through the menu with a fond smile. The place really hadn’t changed all that much had it?

“You seem fucking happy.”

And once again her good mood had gone. River slinked out of the shadows as Olivia turned to face him. She crossed her arms and said,

“Are you following me?”

“I wanted to know where you were going.”

“Wait, how long have you been following me?”

“Why? Couldn’t tell.”

He smirked at her and Olivia rolled her eyes. Yes, even she had heard the story about River tailing Taverner. If Second Desk couldn’t tell that River was on her then what hope did she have.

“Maybe I just wanted a bite to eat?” she said, “Is that a crime?”

“You spotted something in that photo.”

“Yeah. A dead fucking body.”

“Besides from that. What did you see?”

“And why should I tell you?”

“Because we’re meant to be working together on this.”

“Of course,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes, “and you think that by ‘helping’ it’ll get you back into The Park.”

“Good evening. Table for two?”

Olivia and River looked over sharply at the waiter who had just approached them. He gave them a bright, customer service smile but mentally Olivia was panicking. Fucking hell, how much had he overheard? It was a suspicious conversation they were having. Anyone in their right mind would probably be calling the police at the mention of dead bodies. However, River just wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. She tensed under his touch but he gave her a brief squeeze. She did her best not to glare as he rubbed gentle circles against her hip. Unwittingly she relaxed under his touch.

“Yes please.”

And it clicked what the cunt was doing. Olivia looked up at him and hoped her expression was adoring enough. She could see a brief flash of surprise flitter across his eyes as she rested her head against his chest and said,

“Oh, taking me out to my favourite restaurant for my birthday. You shouldn’t have!”

Two can play at this game, Cartwright, she thought

When they were at their table looking through menus and a bottle of white wine promptly order, River said,

“I didn’t know today’s your birthday.”

“It isn’t,” said Olivia, “but now everyone is going to think it is and you’ll look like an uncaring dick if you make me split the bill. Hey, do you think we’ll get a free dessert?”

“I thought they only did that for proposals.”

“Hmm,” Olivia pretended to think for a second, “I’m not that desperate to get married to you, fake or not. Anyway, I won’t be paying for it so…”

She shrugged and grinned at him,

“Thanks for the meal, honey.”

“You’re welcome, dear.”

The waiter came over for their orders and River kept his face neutral when Olivia put hers in. When the waiter went away he hissed,

“Did you have to order a steak?”

“Why? Because you’re not meant to have white wine with red meat? Of course you’d be pretentious enough to nitpick about that.”

“No,” River sounded exasperated, “because it’s expensive.”

“Why can’t I order one? It’s my birthday.”

“No it fucking isn’t.”

“Fine. I just wanted a steak because I wanted to have a steak knife. It might come in handy if you continue to piss me off.”

“Yeah, like you’d ever use it. You’ve never actually killed anyone have you?”

“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”

River looked up sharply from his drink at the tone of Olivia’s voice. She wasn’t looking at him, running her thumb up and down the stem of her wine glass. She grimaced and looked around the restaurant. Other people having a seemingly normal night out.

“You know that’ll change.”

Olivia glanced over at River. The harshness of his gaze had gone and he was looking at his hands. He briefly glanced up at Olivia before looking away again.

“It’s the nature of our job.” he said

“You sound like Fitz. Besides, don’t you mean my job and not yours.” Olivia said, although it lacked its usual bite.

The conversation was interrupted by their food coming and Olivia was relieved about that. She didn’t like this understanding version of Cartwright. She preferred the snipey version of him. She could understand him better when he was like that. She didn’t want to like him, although she could pass that off as the alcohol talking. She never knew that Cartwright could be semi-tolerable when he wasn’t trying to constantly prove himself to people who didn’t give a fuck.

“You know,” said River eventually, leaning back in his chair and grinning at her as he poked at his pasta, “I’m beginning to think that this was all a ploy to get me to take you out for dinner. Surely you must’ve suspected that you’d be tailed?”

“You fucking serious?” any alcohol induced reluctant feelings vanished and Olivia said, “A) you followed me here. B) you told the waiter that we’d be taking the table. Finally C) I have much better things to do than to go out for dinner with you.”

“You’re right, that’s giving you way too much credit. You didn’t even realise I was following you until I spoke to you.”

“You know what I think it is?”

Olivia steepled her fingers and leant closer. River copied her movements, leaning in close.

“I think you can’t stand the fact that I have absolutely no desire to fuck you,” she said quietly, “been a while for you, Cartwright? I can imagine that being stuck in Slough House hasn’t exactly done much for your dating profile.”

River’s eyes twitched slightly and his gaze dropped briefly down to her lips and he prayed that she hadn’t noticed. However, Olivia had turned her attention back to her meal. She stabbed her steak violently and

“You got us off topic,” said River reaching across and stealing a chip, “why here?”

“Oi, those are mine!” Olivia said, “and like I said- maybe I just wanted a nice meal?”

She stabbed a bit of River’s pasta with her fork and ate it before he had time to protest. She closed her eyes and slumped back in her seat at the taste.

“Fuck me,” she muttered, “that’s good. I forgot just how good it was here.”

“Been before.”

“Used to go regularly back when I was a student.”

“I thought you went to Oxford.”

“And that meant I couldn’t have nights out in London? And what about you, I thought you said that we shouldn’t be discussing work out in public and yet,” she gestured between them, “here we are.”

River rolled his eyes and tried to steal another chip. Anticipating this Olivia slapped his hand away. With meals now finished Olivia stood up and excuse herself. Yes she did need to use the toilet but she also needed to get away from Cartwright. There was only so much time she could spend with him before she went mad. When she came back the plates were cleared away, another bottle of wine on the table and their wine glasses refilled and River had that stupid smirk on his face. However, it didn’t take her long to figure out what he had done.

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!”

Well,  it turned out the restaurant did do birthday desserts and yes, they were free.

Bastard.

At least the cake was good although unfortunately they did have to share.

*

“Was that free dessert really worth humiliating me?” asked Olivia

“Yes. Eased up the bill a bit.”

“Bastard.”

Olivia buttoned up her coat as the two of them left the restaurant. Luckily the rain had stopped by the time they finished their meal. They walked in an increasingly comfortable silence but Olivia could sense the underlying tension. The wine was slowly leaving their system and Olivia was remembering that she was meant to hate River.

“So, where to now?” asked River

“What?” said Olivia, “your place or mine?”

“That isn’t-”

“I know,” she sighed and ran a hand over her face, “look, let’s just head back to mine, alright? It’s closer. You did pay for dinner and it’s the least I could do.”

River paused for a second and raised his eyebrows at her.

“I didn’t know-”

“No,” Olivia said firmly, her face bright red, “I didn’t mean sex. Why anyone would want to fuck you I have no idea. I meant,” she sighed and looked away, “the least I could do is let you know about why I went here in the first place.”

“Why?”

“Well unless you don’t want the information. I’ll be more than happy to-”

“I didn’t say that.”

When the two finally got to Olivia’s flat she grabbed another bottle of wine and pulled out two glasses. River had occupied his time by looking around her living room. He raised his eyebrows at the trophy on her mantel piece. Next to it was a photo of Olivia in fencing gear. Under one arm was her fencing helmet and the other held a sword. She was grinning widely at the camera

“Do you mind not touching that?” Olivia asked as she entered the room, “Look but don’t touch.”

“I didn’t know you fenced.” River replied

“I learnt at uni,” she said, “And there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Cartwright.”

“Such as?”

“I’m sorry but at the moment we are not close enough for me to tell you anything else.”

River pointed at the photo and said,

“You look like a wanker in that.”

“Yeah, thanks,” she said rolling her eyes, “that was after a match with Cambridge. Fucking won that, thank you very much. Now sit down and stop judging my hobby.”

“Why fencing?”

“Hmm?”

Olivia spun on her heel so she was once again facing River. He looked back at the photo then at her.

“Guns are useful,” River continued, “nowadays what use are swords?”

“It’s a sport,” said Olivia walking closer towards him, “it’s fun, it’s elegant. I’m not doing it to kill someone, I don’t want to kill anybody despite you constantly pissing me off. But it’s exhilarating. To get so close to someone, to know that you could hurt them and yet you’re not able to. We have rules to follow.”

By now she was directly in front of River. He was looking down at her with a mixture of curiosity and something else which she couldn’t quite place. The smile slowly slipped off her face as she looked into his eyes. Fuck, she was too close and slightly too drunk. Instead she tapped him on the chest with the wine bottle.

“Another drink?” she asked, hoping that it would remove some of this unwanted tension. 

River nodded and she started to walk towards the sofa. Olivia sat down on her sofa and filled up the glasses and gestured to River to take one. Yeah, they probably already had enough to drink but being drunk around River made Olivia less likely to want to smack him.

“So,” said River at last, “why there.”

“Surely you already know,” said Olivia as she settled onto the sofa, “you are a Cartwright after all. Or has being in Slough House dulled your keen powers of observation.”

Maybe it was the wine talking but there was less venom in Olivia’s words. River sat down on the sofa, making sure to leave a reasonable amount of space between them. He narrowed his eyes at her as he looked down at his glass.

“I haven’t poisoned it,” Olivia said, “zero body count remember which I hope to keep, by the way.”

River smirked at the double meaning and Olivia rolled her eyes. Maybe it had been a while for him if he had sex on the brain that much.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Olivia took a sip of her own, “see?”

“Alright.”

“So are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“If you followed me or worked it out for yourself?” Olivia said, rolling her eyes, “I’m really beginning to think you are fucking deaf.”

“Ah, no, because you told me that you were going to tell me that.”

Olivia frowned as she tried to untangle River’s sentence. The alcohol was beginning to go to her head and she was thankful that it was a Friday. Eventually she said,

“Fine. It had been raining and there was a reflection in the reflection in the puddle. I thought I recognised the restaurant name and,” Olivia shrugged, “it was a lead that went nowhere. Nothing. No signs of gore or murder or police or anyone asking questions. Like if you knew there was a horrific murder committed relatively recently wouldn’t you expect something?”

“Yeah,” said River, “although you know what this shows?”

“People are now bored of murder?”

“What? No. Wait, were people ever really interested in it to begin with?”

“Yeah. You should hear some of the true crime stuff Kara makes us listen to. Sometimes I think she listens to them to get inspiration.”

“But you really don’t see it?”

“Umm no.”

“See,” River sighed, “this is what happens when The Park send fucking amateurs. You really have no fucking clue, do you?”

Olivia blinked at the tone of River’s voice. Just when she thought things were finally improving between the two of them, however small that might be.

“You’re one to talk,” she snapped, “still can’t get over the fact that you’re not as good as you think you are. You know this won’t get you back into The Park.”

“And yet you can’t see the obvious.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“Well you fucking started it.”

Olivia clicked her tongue and shook her head. Fucking unbelievable.

“No I didn’t.” she snapped

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I- fucking hell. Maybe it’s best you leave.”

“Fine.”

River stood up, leaving his half finished glass of wine on the table. Olivia led him towards the front door and practically pushed him out. Just before he left he turned around and bent down, noses almost touching. He licked his lips and once again his gaze dropped to her lips. When he once again locked gazes with her, his eyes had gone dark. He was breathing heavily but Olivia was determined to stand her ground.

She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her.

“Try and work it out by yourself,” Olivia felt her cheeks get hot and his breath fanned over her face, “but don’t come begging to me when you can’t work it out.”

Olivia promptly slammed the door in his face and slid down to the ground. She took a large gulp of wine as she tried to work out what River was going on about. Yes, Cuntwright certainly suited him.