#the teeth are very bunny in this picture hope you like it

[crunchchute]

erm what... is he goated with the red sauce??!!

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sorcerer!reader, they’re both still in jjhigh, geto involvement, revenge / blackmail mention, pet play, sex toys, gojo is meanie, degradation, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day fourteen [ gojo satoru + pet play ] // one of three very special pieces dedicated to very special people! this one is for @arabaka 💚 love love you jackie!!

if you would’ve known Satoru had a pet play kink, you never would have agreed to this stupid bet. hell, you knew before you agreed that you probably going to lose, but you couldn’t help but at least try to knock his arrogant ass down a peg or two. still, even though your failure was almost guaranteed, you never thought the penalty would be so… humiliating.

“G—gonna get me… exprrrled—“ it was difficult to talk, because every time you tried to form words, no matter how muffled or distorted they were, you drooled around the bone-shaped silicone gag strapped tight between your teeth.

your eyelids fluttered when he tugs on the leash, tightening the chain-collar around your throat and bringing your attention up to where he sat, sprawled in his desk. his long legs outstretched. “Only if you get caught.” Gojo chuckles as he says this, giving your collar another rough tug. “Now, look cute and obedient for the cameras, pup.”

a handful of flashes went off at once as your classmates encircled you, capturing this incredibly humiliating moment in snapshots to no doubt blackmail you with later. Geto seems particularly amused by seeing you on the floor on your knees, drooling in little but your panties and a leash. he snapped picture after picture, getting one from every angle, as Gojo uses his grip on your lead to make you pose. you thought maybe it was because when he had tried to kiss you last year, you’d gut-punched him.

maybe Gojo had been plotting this sort of revenge against you since you rejected his best friend. or, maybe he was just this deranged.

your eyes watered.

it wasn’t because of the flashes or even the choker, but the relentless, humming vibe stuffed in your panties. the battery chamber juts out in a tent of wet fabric, keeping the phallic dildo jammed and rotating in your clenching canal, and the flickering bunny ears teasing your clit until your eyes crossed, and your cunt started to dribble juices on the floor beneath where you sat. “I wonder how many times my bitch has cum already.” Gojo snickered, mischievous as he pushes at your back with the toe of his shoe, forcing you on all fours instead of your knees. you slurred out a moan, thighs trembling, and press your chest to the floor, reluctantly obedient for him. “Enough to ruin her panties and make a mess of this floor. Aren’t you embarrassed, puppy? To be so messy and needy?”

you nod, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really care if you are.

“S-srrrtorruuu…” you groan, eyes rolling back when he leans forward and grabs the base of the toy, jiggling it tauntingly through your panties. “N-nrrr mrrr…”

“Hmm? What’s that, puppy?” he teases, leaning closer still, as if trying to decipher what you’re saying. you look up at him weakly, spit and tears mixing on the floor beneath your chin, and repeat the plea for this humiliating moment to end. but he beams with delight, and gives your ass a swat. “Sounds like you want something. Well, you know what good puppies do, don’t you? They beg. Go on, be a good, slutty pup and nuzzle me, beg for your treats and I might just let our friends get some nice shots of you bent over the desk, taking my cock and your favorite toy in your greedy hole.” as he says this, he runs his hand along your face instead, and much to your own surprise, you do just what he asks. you tried to tell yourself it was out of the hope that if you did what he wanted, he’d go easy on you, but the truth was much more depraved than that. you were starting to like being his little bitch. rubbing your wet cheek against his palm, you mewl and bat your eyelashes.

“P-pleasseee… gov mrrr treats!”

[headphonegrl]

There’s a folder in Jude’s phone dedicated to you. It's a day shy of your first anniversary when you find out about it, stumbling upon it when he asks you to look for a screenshot of the recipe he’s using to bake biscuits. The exact one your grandma sent him, one of your favorite foods of all time since you were learning to walk and speaking gibberish in the hopes of forming a sentence.

Its title is a plain red heart, sitting above the number three hundred and forty-eight. You stare at it for a moment to make sure it’s right, you swipe out of the app and click back onto it as if to make sure it won’t disappear suddenly. Though it’s still there, the number and symbol staring back at you. There’s a funny lurch in your stomach when you tap the screen with the pad of your thumb, clicking on a random photo when they all show up in neat little rows of three.

There’s one of an arcade machine. The big display screen a cartoony shade of blue with cheesy racing cars and checkered flag graphics, with two grainy photos in the middle. One of Jude sticking his tongue out, his eyes squeezed completely shut. The other of you smiling cutely with all your teeth showing, Jude’s hand appearing from off-screen to give you bunny ears with his fingers. It was your fourth official date and you both spent it collecting as many arcade tickets as possible, only to just end up with glittery bouncy balls and pencils when you traded them all in.

Another one is of you standing by the sink in his bathroom, your hair clipped away from your face. There’s foamy face wash all over your cheeks and on the tops of your fingers, you hold your hands out to display them to the camera. You had promised to spend the night at his place for the very first time, and getting ready for bed had already taken nearly an hour due to all the talking. Jude sat on the edge of the bath wearing one of your fuffy toweling headbands, watching you endearingly as he fiddled with the lid of your moisturizer

One sticks out like a sore thumb, a screenshot from your childhood Instagram account that makes your toes curl with cringe. A heavily filtered selfie of you pouting with a caption that’s a variation of unrelated emojis. After a night out drinking overpriced cocktails, you both ended up sitting in bed scrolling through embarrassing photos. Looking back it might have been the extra tequila shot, but Jude found it so funny he struggled to gasp for air. He set it as his home screen as a joke and forgot to change it back for almost a month.

Further down there’s one from when you both went on holiday. A photo of you sitting on a wooden dining chair, your elbow leaning against the table with your cheek squished against the palm of your hand. You’re wearing the strappy sundress you bought earlier that week in a little boutique owned by an enthusiastic Italian lady. At dinner the strap keeps falling off your shoulder, and when no one is looking Jude plants a kiss exactly where it should sit. 

“Darl, have you found it?” Jude speaks up from the kitchen. Shortening the pet name ‘darling’ into just one syllable, as if the other one will ruin the flow of his sentence. Looking up you’re greeted by him standing next to the mixer, the flour down his front making the text on his shirt unintelligible.

“Yeah.” You click the arrow on the top left to take you back. Scrolling past some selfies and a bunch of pictures of the same sunset, until you find the recipe sitting next to a funny photo of his brother. When you get up to rest it against the shiny countertop so he can read it, your heart feels a little fuller. “Here you go.”

[toyboxwizard]

FRANKIE UPDATES!!

It's been a while since ive made an original post, let alone on my Familiar and her vessel!! I'm not a very outward person on the internet, but I've been accumilating images and hopes for this ongoing project.

It was frankie's (at least her current vessel/form's) 5th birthday this august! I've officially spent 5 year maintaining and crafting this beast! Shes my longest ever project and devotion in a few senses!

on the left is an old picture of her, on the right is a fresh one with her leg update!!

I decided to give her bigger rabbity feet and to increase how digitgraded she was! You cant see it under her pants, and I'm embarrases to say that I never took *proper* pictures of what her legs looked like inbetween straight legged and now, but hopefully these pics can help you visualize!

I have also widened her tummy, butt and chest which i dont feel like showing in too much detail at the moment (but i do have dedicated pictures of unlike her prior legs 😅) but I plan on making her torso longer as my next 'growth spurt' project, which will include her mid torso and her shoulders and neck (and will probably promptly transition to me redoing her arms (which i ALSO need to take dedicated pictures of before i redo them!!))

After her body's growth spurt, I'll be doing my most challanging craft for her yet - *making her a new, larger head.*

The first two pictures in the trio above are older, but not too old and are a great front and back of her head! Yes the plushie eyes are put on haphazardly. When i make her larger head, i plan on making them all inset with *eye lids* around them on both the back of her head and for her main eyes in the front. Still havent made blueprints for that, but i have plenty of spare eyes to test with!

The third image is of a dog skeleton decor skull i got to make frankie a bigger jaw with. As you can see from the middle picture, her mouth opens! Thats because she has a Feisty Pet jaw mechanism! I got a second F.P. jaw and I want to figure out how to combine its hardware with the dog jaw before putting it in her larger face. I have already taken apart and tinkered with the hardware as much as i can currently and I'm excited for the challange!! Ill nedd to not only find a way to attach and make the parts move together, but I *really* need to play dentist and give it better teeth, gums, and construct a whole muzzle around it! Very excited!

And lastly for now, sacrifices!!! The first image are a bunch of thrifted toys i have either used on frankie already or i have made plans on how to use them in her growth!

The second image is her sitting next to an unaltered bunny which is the original type she was! This bunny will also be a sacrifice, but in the future I will get a third bunny which will stay whole and unaltared : )

[antlered-cg]

Bedtime Bunnies!

Goodnight, petals! I hope you've all had lovely days, and I'd like to set you a challenge for the week! Think of one thing you'd like to see from me, and I'll try and include it on my blog!

Rules are:

Nothing including my voice or pictures of me irl

No moodboards (Sorry, I'm just not very good at them)

Now, take your meds, grab a drink, brush your little teeth, and snuggle up with a cuddly friend! Tonight, I'm snuggled with my friends Chaga, and Alucard!

[sweetestofchaos]

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝖡𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖸/𝖭 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝖴 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟤.𝟨𝖪 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝖲𝗂𝗑

a/n: banner made by @itaeewon. story dividers by @firefly-graphics. support banner by @benkeibear. also this fic is not betaed at all...so yeah. sorry for mistakes.

​𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 // 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Y/N stands out front of Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment with a bottle of wine tucked away in her oversized bag. The scent of ginger creeps from the crack in the door and her mouth waters as she pictures all the different dishes that could be made with the single ingredient. The sound of laughter gets closer to the door and a moment after the door opens. Jungkook’s eyes are crinkled as he greets Y/N with a wide smile, showing off his white, bunny-like teeth.

“Y/N-ah!” Jungkook throws his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and hugs her tightly to which she wraps her arms around his slim waist. “Just in time! Seokjin hyung, finished the first dish!”

“Seokjin?” Y/N questions as Jungkook releases her and ushers her into his home.

“Hyung is one of Taehyung’s friends, their families go way back. He owns a restaurant and offered to cater our workshop.” Jungkook explains as he shuts and locks the front door. “Hyung makes really yummy food, too. You’re gonna love it!”

Y/N removes her boots and Jungkook sets a pair of house slippers in front of her, giggling at the little mermaid socks she is wearing. Y/N narrows her eyes playfully and Jungkook laughs once more as he pulls her farther into the apartment.

“Y/N-ah is here!” Jungkook announces and Y/N sees a few unfamiliar faces in the living room while Taehyung and a taller man with wide shoulders stand in the kitchen. Jungkook introduces Y/N to the three people in the living room, coworkers of both Taehyung and Jungkook. In the kitchen, Seokjin wipes his hands on the towel hanging from the waistband of his apron and offers his hand to Y/N.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N-ssi. These two have not shut up about you.”

“I hope they haven’t told you anything too insane. It’s nice to meet you, Seokjoon-ssi.”

“Your Korean is beautiful. Though I would expect nothing less from someone representing the Kims.”

“Enough flattery, Hyung! Let’s eat!” Taehyung interrupts and pulls Y/N into a hug. “It’s good to see you again, Y/N noona.” 

“You look as handsome as ever Taehyungie.”

Taehyung’s face heats up and he gives Y/N’s waist a squeeze before he shows her to the dining room table where the others are now seated.

“Oh! Before I forget-” Y/N pulls the bottle of wine from her purse and Taehyung grins.

“You got our favorite wine?”

“Jungkook mentioned that you were running low.”

Sitting at her desk, Y/N mutters to herself as she types away on the keyboard in front of her quickly. A very important email was somehow missed and now Y/N is trying to save face without letting Namjoon know that one of the other employees dropped the ball. The email is from Jung Hoseok, the manager of the one and only Park Jimin, the up and coming actor. It seems that Park Jimin would like permission to shadow one of the employees to get himself ready for his next role as a personal assistant. His time with the company would be a month long and he would like to shadow Namjoon's company because a friend of Jimin’s did business with Namjoon’s uncle.

The phone beside Y/N rings and she quickly answers it without a second of hesitation. 

“Thank you for calling Kim Corporations. You have reached the office of Kim Namjoon, this is Y/N speaking. How may I direct your call?”

“Y/N! Oh my god, I-I tried to stop them, I swear I did!”

“W-What are you talking about? Take a breath and explain, please?” Y/N glances at her computer and sees a few messages pop up in the instant messenger. As the young woman at the front desk explains what’s going on, Y/N reads over the messages and her eyes wide.

“Okay, okay. I got it. Thank you for telling me, I have to go!” 

Y/N hangs up the phone and quickly sends out a mess message to the whole floor, excluding Namjoon for everyone to tidy up because Park Jimin is on his way up. Standing from her seat, Y/N smooths out her cream colored pleated skirt that stops above the knees and walks over to Namjoon’s door. She knocks three times before she opens the door and steps inside quickly. Namjoon is at his desk with the phone held up to his ear with his shoulder while he types away on his desktop.

Walking across the room quickly, Y/N grabs the notepad that is sitting on the desk along with a pen and scrabbles out a message to let him know that the actor Park Jimin is on his way to the office right now. She slides the note over to Namjoon and he shoots Y/N a confused look before he grabs the notepad and reads what she wrote. Namjoon frowns and licks his lips before he nods his head and holds up five fingers. He will end the call within five minutes and be ready. Y/N nods her head and gives Namjoon a thumbs up before she hurries out of the room and takes her seat at the desk once more. 

Using the mirror that she keeps on her desk, Y/N double checks her makeup and tightens the bow that is tied at her waist from her blush colored blouse. She wears her hair in a twisted out style with a matching blush headband that keeps the coils out of her face. Reaching into the top drawer, Y/N grabs her Uuma lipstick in ‘she tore’ and applies the tinted color to her lips. A message from Ian pops up on the computer screen and Y/N takes a deep breath. Park Jimin is on the floor and making his way to Namjoon’s office. A notification from her email blinks in the corner and Y/N opens it to see that Namjoon has requested Yoongi to join the sudden meeting. Yoongi has responded that he will be there right after he finishes up a phone call and Y/N feels a little better knowing that she will not have to worry too much about taking notes of marketing questions. 

The sound of heels clicking on the floor catches Y/N’s attention and she smiles at the sight of Park Jimin in all his glory. The man is stunning, with auburn colored hair style out of his eyes and to the side. He wears a light blue ribbed mock turtleneck sweater, tucked into a pair of off white trousers with a thin cream belt around his waist. White Chelsea boots cover his feet while a chunky silver chain hangs from his neck, twisted silver hooped earrings swing in his ears; both his wrists have a silver chain bracelet on them with a total of three simple silver rings resting on his fingers. Park Jimin is stunning as is his manager, Jung Hoseok who is walking a step behind him. Hoseok wears an all black ensemble, consisting of a plain black turtleneck sweater, black trousers and black loafers. He isn’t wearing any jewelry but his eyes shine brightly behind a pair of black framed ray bans. 

Y/N stands and walks around her desk, bowing politely to both Jimin and Hoseok as they stand in front of her. Jimin stares at Y/N with a soft smile on his face and offers his hand, “Park Jimin and you are my dear?” 

“Y/N. Thank you both for coming today.”

“Nonesenese,” Hoseok speaks up when Jimin shakes Y/N’s hand. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. I can only imagine how busy Namjoon-ssi must be.”

Y/N shakes her head while smiling, “Manager Kim is thankful for your time and thoughtfulness. It’s not everyday that an actor requests a meeting.”

Jimin laughs lightly and fiddles with one of his rings, “This business comes highly recommended and I would be a fool to ignore such praise.” Jimin eyes Y/N and raises an eyebrow. “Though no one told me there would be such a-”

“Secretary Y/N?” 

Yoongi’s voice cuts through whatever pickup line Jimin was about to say and Y/N is thankful. SHe really did not want to have to put Jimin in his place before they could have a contract made up and signed. Yoongi easily puts himself between Jimin and Y/N as he introduces himself with a firm handshake. A beep catches Y/N’s attention and she clears her throat, making all eyes turn to her.

“Manager Kim is ready for everyone, please follow me.”

Y/N opens the door to Namjoon’s office and Hoseok enters first followed by Jimin and Yoongi. Y/N enters the room last and gathers the files that Namjoon had printed himself and set aside on his desk. As the men all introduce themselves to each other, Y/N sets the files down on the stand alone table in Namjoon’s office for his more private meetings. The men all gather around and sit, ignoring Y/N as she moves about silently. Namjoon reaches out and his fingers lightly graze, Y/N’s wrist making her stop as she stands by his side.

“Can you bring in a few refreshments? I placed a coffee order and that will be here shortly.”

“As you wish, Mister Kim.” 

Namjoon turns his attention to the men in the room and raises an eyebrow, “Would anyone like anything? Any restrictions?” 

“I would love a white chocolate muffin!” Jimin grins and Hoseok rolls his eyes but does nothing to stop him.

“I’m fine, Y/N-ssi, thank you.” Yoongi offers a slight smile and Y/N turns her attention to Hsoeok who politely declines. 

“I will be back shortly. I have my phone on me, so please do not hesitate to contact me if you wish for anything else.” Y/N bows and leaves the room knowing that Namjoon can handle notes while she is away.

Outside of the room, Y/N lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head. This is going to be a long day.

Y/N looks at the clock in the corner of the computer screen and clicks her tongue. It’s already an hour past the scheduled time for her and Namjoon to be there and she has not heard a word from him. Her phone lights up with a notification and she smiles looking at the screen. Taehyung is in the parking lot waiting for her. They agreed to meet after she got off work to do a little shopping for the workshop. Y/N feels like she doesn’t have anything work appropriate when it comes to lounge wear, so Taehyung offered to go shopping with her since he had nothing else to do.

Standing up from her desk, Y/N shoots Taehyung a quick message to let him know that she will be a few more moments. Knocking on Namjoon’s door three times, Y/N waits shortly to see if he answers. Hearing nothing, Y/N opens the door and pokes her head in. Namjoon is sitting at his desk, his black button up shirt has the first four buttons undone and his sleeves are rolled up his arms. His glasses are sitting low on the bridge of his nose and his hair is messy, like he has run his hand through it a few times. 

“Joon?” Y/N calls out softly seeing that he is focused on the computer screen in front of him. “Namjoon?” Y/N calls once more and Namjoon’s head snaps up making Y/N jump from the sudden movement.

“Did you say something, Poppy?” 

A smile pulls at Y/N’s lips and she shakes her head while walking over to stand by Namjoon’s side. Y/N places an arm over his shoulders and Namjoon pushes away from the desk. He removes his glasses and tosses them onto his desk before he wraps an arm around Y/N waist and smushes his face into her stomach. Y/N laughs as runs her fingers through his hair. Namjoon’s body melts and his weight presses into Y/N making her dig her heels into the floor a little more.

“I think it’s time to call it, Joon. It’s getting late.”

Namjoon groans with a shake of his head, his nose tickling Y/N’s stomach as he does so. “I still have to read over a few more papers and sign off on things.”

“Can’t you just come in early tomorrow?”

“You got somewhere to be, Poppy?” 

“Taehyung is waiting for me in the parking lot. We’re going shopping.”

Namjoon lifts his face, his chin inches away from Y/N’s belly button as he stares up at her. His eyes are tired and there is an unreadable expression on his face. His brows are pinched, his lips are turned into a pout and the grip on Y/N’s hips tightens. 

“You never hang out with me anymore.”

Y/N sighs and lowers herself to sit in Namjoon’s lap, her butt perched on his knees. “Joonie, you’re being dramatic.”

“I am not.”

“We hung out-”

“Two weeks ago.”

“It wasn’t that long ago.” Y/N tries to brush off Namjoon’s claims but the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, she knows that it’s the truth. 

“If I come in early tomorrow can I come shopping with you and Taehyung?”

“Joonie…”

“Please? I’ll carry all the bags. I-I miss you.”

Y/N sucks her teeth at Namjoon’s confession and pulls him into a hug. She kisses the top of his head as Namjoon buries his nose into her neck and sighs. 

“How about we have dinner, hum? I’ll pick something up on the way home, okay?”

“Spend the night at mine?”

“You’re really gonna milk this huh?” Namjoon whines and nips at Y/N’s shoulder making her squeak and push his face away from her. “Okay, okay. I’ll spend the night, but you’re driving tomorrow.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Oh, wait-”

“You still have clothes from the last time you came over.”

“Are they appropriate for work?” 

“Maybe? I don’t really remember.”

Y/N’s phone goes off with a notification and she pulls away from Namjoon but he locks her in his arms. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he nuzzles their noses together before he kisses the tip of her nose.

“Be safe.”

“I’ll see you later tonight, Joon.” Y/N kisses the space in between Namjoon’s eyebrows and gives him a tight hug before he lets her go. 

Waving over her shoulder, Y/N leaves Namjoon’s office and Namjoon sighs. He cannot wait for the merger workshop to be finished with, so that he can have Y/N all to himself once again. He shakes his head and sits back in his chair, looking at his computer screen. He still needs to finish this report and send it to the shareholders. He glances at the clock and clicks his tongue. A few more minutes won’t hurt. He can clean up his apartment before Y/N gets there and maybe grab a few snacks and something to drink as well. Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t want to come to work tomorrow, so he might just work from home which means Y/N can spend the day with him as well. Smirking to himself, Namjoon sets his hands on the keyboard and starts typing. It’s decided, he will work a half day tomorrow from home with Y/N by his side.

​𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡

[reader1238765]

Alastor x Reader

Chapter one:

One

i swallow

Two

breathing heavily

Three

Sweat drips down my temple

Four.

"Action!"

I smirk up at the camera as multiple men jump onto me.

I make all my prettiest faces.

Make all my prettiest sounds.

"That's it pretty girl"

Disgust riddles my body and I almost slip up.

I spit on his chest and giggle up at him as my arms are bound above my head.

He makes a disgusting noise.

I make an even worse one.

"Cut!"

I drop all my acts and all my trained motions.

"What the fuck was that Lemonie?"

I roll my eyes and roll out of the bed.

"What? Wasn't slutty enough? Or was it that you wanted it more innocent this time?"

"Oh please you don't want to start a fight with me right now. Do it right or don't do it at all and you know what happened when you don't do it at all. Don't you?" Valentino growls through his teeth.

I snarl and go back to my positions.

~

"Tough shoot?" Olivia

Oh Olivia Olivia Olivia.

Your all I breath for

Or... actually

"Ugh. 10"

"10?"

"10."

"Ahhh gotcha" she shrugs and hands me a coffee.

Her bedroom is a perfect palace of pink with her perfect heart mirrors and doors of wood and chains.

She's a very good actress.

I lay on her perfect palace pink bed with a heart headboard.

The tips of the roses sitting in a glass on her nightstand shake softly with the pacing of her soft bunny feet.

"Anyway doll I gotta head out for a shoot so I'll text ya later?"

Her long ears bop behind her as she skips out of the room.

The white fluff of her hair runs down her back, not quite to her butt but right above her little bunny tail.

"Bye Lonna!"

Lonna. Lonna Lonna Lonna.

I hate that name.

The name on my contract the name of my soul.

The very name that got me into this mess.

~

A simple bedroom with cotton pillows and bright hopes and dreams of vibrant colours.

Mashed browns and whites and greys, maybe some ivory, maybe some cloudy blue.

Nothing more than an estate of blandness.

"Lemonie!!!! Into the studio now."

Valentino's grading voice, like when people try to open a bottle with their teeth.

"What" I walk into the purple studio, heels clicking like the slapping of a whip.

"What the fuck is this Velvette? I told u to hashtag it and put as many as you could" Valentino is shoving an iPhone in Velvettes face, mad about something.

"Hashtags are thirsty. I won't be apart of that, do it yourself if u want to ruin your brand fuckface" she claps back and shows herself off.

Valentino's angry red eyes meet mine. Boy am I in for a day...

Walking around the V's skyscraper is like walking around a fire pit. Ash and all.

You have to balance enough to not fall in, but you have to act natural enough so it doesn't seem like you're trying.

The people sitting around the campfire would laugh if they saw you worried about a silly little flame.

A flame that could grow much bigger, a master of deception. A little flame that could secretly take down the entire world if given the chance.

The plain tiles, slick and shiny as always, reflect my bare feet dancing around, heels in hand, headphones berating my head.

I hum along, singing a word every now and then.

My green skin glistens with sweat, my equally just as green hair, down across my shoulders and to the floor.

(See end of chapter for picture of character) (you can change if u want)

I nod my head to the tune, Eyes closed.

"Lemonie what the fuck are you doing?"

I pause. My eyes open. And pretty wide too. Wide enough to see the smirk on Vox's face.

And the 7foot tall red demon he stands beside.

The harrowing smile plastered on his face seems permanent. His eyes just as wide as mine looking at me with curiosity.

"Uh" I look between Vox and the macabre demon beside him.

The demon blinks at me but the rest of him doesn't move an inch.

"Get the fuck out of here" Vox scoffs and I go on my merry way.

The tall demons engrossing glowing red eyes trail me as I leave the room.

Back to my boring little bedroom.

Ivory bed set and grey set walls. All plain and boring.

See, apparently I wasn't a good enough actor to put in bedroom requests.

A knock at my door peaks my interest and I open wide.

Wide enough for the world to see me.

Wide enough for my privatest parts to be plastered all over the city on billboards and jackasses trucks.

Wide enough for the camera to take just one more photo.

"Wider Lemonie" Valentino barks and I comply.

Nothing like contract work for a Saturday night.

"God fucking damn it Lemonie if you don't split your entire fucking pussy for this screen I swear to god I will do it for you" Valentino vociferates and I again try to please his needs.

I roll my eyes and besides my obvious concern for my own body I split.

As big and pretty as I can. Just for my Vali-Poo

"Valentino. My office now" Vox bursts in, giving me no more than a once over before pulling Valentino aside.

I take my opportunity to break and close my legs, grabbing a robe and holding it closer than any childhood toy i ever owned.

"Hey toots! Been waiting to see your face around here" Angel stumbles into the studio as I'm standing from the bed.

"Hey Angie" I smile and welcome him with open arms into a pretty shitty but well needed hug.

"Hey uh I got a favor to ask of u baby cakes I hope you don't mind"

"What's up?"

"So uh I got this friend and uh... so basically you know that hotel I'm staying at?"

"Yea?" I raise a brow expectantly

"Well... the owner, Charlie, is havin' a tough time recruiting people for her whole cause or whatever and I know that you want out of here.. so uh. You can come crash there for a bit? It's all free baby"

My red eyes dart between his and ponder.

"Like... just show up? And.. live there?"

"Yeah! It'll be fun, whadaya say?"

"Uh.. um. Well. How does Valentino feel about that?"

"Well you still gotta come and work.. but yk you don't have to be here your whole life and you can actually live.. even though ur... dead"

"Well."

Months and years and lifetimes worth of torture flood my brain and take my soul into a whorl wind of memories and hopes of freedom.

My first few months of the contract I begged that it wouldn't last forever but deep down I knew it would be till I wouldn't make him money anymore, then he would kill me and I would be free.

Even though I won't be free now... he could forget about me? But no. How could he forget when the name Lonna is plastered on one of his contracts.

He could be madder.. he could leave me alone.. he could punish me more than he ever has before...

I could be free.

"I'm in"

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[heeheesang]

𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝔀𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮

𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓸𝓭𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽

sypnosis : a girl named kim yn, debuts under hybe with a ton of attention, making her stand out from the rest. she thought it was fine at first, until she was caught off guard and caught in a scandal with one of the groups in hybe labels.

warnings! cursing & innapropriate jokes (at certain chapters)

"i wonder how many people are going to join our live.." i asked, doubting that we received a ton of attention.

"yn! after yesterday's teaser picture drop, i think we'll be expecting over a hundred thousand to tune in!" minju slapped my arm as i laughed a little and we all had a little cheer before the manager turned on the live.

"oh wow.. that's a lot of people. how long should we wait..?" i asked manager kang and he laughed a little before writing down on the mini white board, "500,000".

"oh wow that's a lot okay... phew!" i said, clearly nervous about showing my face as the rest of the members laughed at my behaviour.

"okay, let's start. shining in the light, hello we are dazzle!" we all greeted and stood up from our seats to bow.

"i'm kim yn, i'm the leader of dazzle, it's nice to meet all of you~" i bowed once again and everyone else did their greetings.

"i'm haruka aori, the oldest member of the group... nice to meet all of you!"

"i'm isabella park! i'm half australian and half korean, nice to meet all of you~"

"last but not least, i'm lee doyeon, nice to meet you all~"

"hello everyone! i'm jang minju! i'm the maknae, nice to meet all of you!"

"once again, we are dazzle! hello everyone, it's really nice to be able to meet and talk to our potential fans before our debut tomorrow. if you all have any questions, do state it in the comments below!"

"not a question, but we really love your twaser pictures and even your mv teaser! we can't wait!"

"woah, thank you so much~ we've been working really hard especially since it's our debut. thank you!" doyeon said and everyone laughed at her.

"how old are all of you?"

"our oldest is born in 2004, and our youngest is born in 2006!"

"yn-nim! please explain what's happening on twitter with you and jungwon sunbae!" minju read it out as they all aw-ed and i face palmed myself, even they knew about it.

"okay okay, i knew this was gonna come, i just didn't know that it'd be coming so fast. before i debuted, i was and i still am, a fan of enhypen sunbae and i used to bias jungwon. but that's in the past so we shouldn't talk about it, right!" my cheeks grew red and i started fanning myself with my hand, my members cooing me and pinching my cheeks.

"you're all so cute! doyeon's pretty eyes, minju's sharp nose, isabella's cute accent, haruka's sharp features and yn's cute cheeks and bunny teeth!"

"oh my, thank you so much..."

"what's one thing you wished you knew before debuting as an idol?"

"that deleting is not the same as deactivating.. this is so embarrassing." i fanned myself even more as my phone blew up.

"are you friends with any idols yet?"

"the sunbae's in hybe are really kind and caring! like that one time yn-nie tripped infront of txt sunbae." isabella said and we all laughed, "it's not bully yn day today!"

"yn's friends with a lot of idols actually. she's a very friendly leader!"

"oh? friends like?"

"well, i was in the same high school as eunchae from lesserafim, haerin from newjeans, ni-ki from enhypen and soul from p1harmony! and they all debuted and we still keep in contact!"

i was definitely going to receive hate after this, i just know it.

"will you be staring in eunchae's star diary, yn-shi?"

"i'm not so sure yet! we'll see! i'm afraid that our time has been used up so we'll be ending the live here! thank you to everyone who has attended our live and we hope that you'll like our debut album! thank you for all the support you've shown us today! shining in the light, we are dazzle!" i said as we all waved to the camera and the manager turned off the live.

"good job today girls. you may have break and start on your training soon, i'll see you tomorrow for your last training and mv release."

"thank you manager kang."

as soon as he left, i fanned myself even more, "yn? you okay?"

"i'm just scared i'll get hate after all that i said. oh my god."

"yn! don't worry! we're always here to back you up! now let's have lunch!"

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@clairecottenheart

[fairyniceyeah]

I need help....I'm new to kpop and stuff and I love Ateez, StrayKids, BTS and Seventeen the most but I just can't seem to fit names with faces😭just when I think I know who is who I get it wrong...how did you learn to match names with faces...

(I can only recognize Chan and Felix)

Hi Anon!

sorry that gif just needed to be there lol

Welcome to the K-Pop community! We’re so happy to have you and I hope you have a great time! Please remember that the exit is, uh, never😉

You are asking the good questions for real! Sometimes, as horrible as it feels to admit to it, it can be hard to distinguish between the different members…

My observations below are all focused on Stray Kids, ATEEZ and SEVENTEEN because I don’t really know BTS. I mean, I know how RM/Namjoon looks, Jungkook is the one with piercings and tattoos and Yoongi is older Woozi but the others I dunno…

Honestly, the first thing I do when I try to get to know a new group is go on the https://kprofiles.com/ and search information about them. Then I’ll create a group chat on WhatsApp with myself and send in a picture of the idol and then information I deem important. Be careful to do it in a sensible order, like leader and then oldest to youngest, so you learn that at the same time.

Then I try to find recognizable features of them so when I watch content I can be mostly sure of some members (like Bang Chan (SKZ) has a relatively big nose and dimples, Lee Know (SKZ) has cute bunny teeth, Hongjoong (ATZ) smiles in a very recognizable way and is just pocket sized, Jongho (ATZ) tends to pout, Vernon/Hansol (SVT) is the one not looking that Asian, Woozi/Jihoon (SVT) is tiny tiny with a round face and Jeonghan (SVT) often has long hair…). Maybe even write that down when you notice something.

When watching content, don’t do it like me and start from the first episode of a show! Most shows like Wanteez, SKZCode and Going Seventeen just have max 3 episodes that belong together at times so it doesn’t matter in which order you watch them. So watch the more recent videos first because they likely look more like how they do in posts on Insta or on TikTok etc. and you learn with that too. Once you are confident with how they look now, you will be able to recognize the younger versions of them more easily.

So, I mentioned Insta. Follow the individual accounts because they will 99% just post pics of themselves and that will make it easier since you will be sure who they are!

If you are more old school – index cards can also help. Pic in front, name and info on the back! Just remember, hairstyle and makeup can totally change how they look. And just because somebody has blue/red/blond hair in a pic, doesn't mean that in content it's them. Many idols have different hair colors every comeback...

Also, if you are really ambitious: Copy down how their names are written in Hangul. In some events or shows like ISAC or Kingdom: Legendary War the names will be shown and you can just pause the video and do a quick check. Even more easy if you try to learn how to pronounce Hangul characters but that is a bit of a long term project and not necessary!

If you don’t want to just focus on looks, learn how they behave. Some members are very recognizable for being loud/quiet and you can pinpoint who is who because of mannerism. For example, Felix (SKZ) is likely to hug members while Hyunjin (SKZ) is not. Yunho (ATZ) is louder than Jongho (ATZ) and Jongho is more likely to pout, while Yunho laughs more. Hoshi (SVT) is going to be louder and more “annoying” than Dino (SVT) and Dino will call the other with “hyung” as he is the youngest and if he is not, he is complaining about them.

For Seventeen specifically I also had the help of @writercloud to confirm members if I was confused with … if you know K-Pop Fans, don’t hesitate to send a question. Definitely send me a message or an inbox if you are unsure about somebody, I’ll happily help out 🥰

There are also several websites out there that will help you, that have detailed descriptions of members.

I have never tried to learn more than one group simultaneously … so I can’t say if that is a great idea. Maybe focus on one group first?

But most importantly, be patient and kind with yourself. You don’t need to be able to recognize them after a day or a week or a month. Take however long you need. It will take time and sometimes you’ll make mistakes.

Funny story relating to that: I was looking through my album photocard inclusiosn quickly because I had to leave and thought I got Vernon … when I later looked at it in detail, I realized that it was Dino … it happens.😂

I hope this helped you at least a bit and if you have any more questions, feel free to reach out!

Lots of love and welcome again,

🧚🏻‍♀️

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Why are you so beautiful with your words? Same some pussy/penis for the rest of us man

Any way Viktor in the snow and the wind with a red face and wet eyes yelling that he can't do something, he just can't and Igor glaring at him and saying that someone is going to do it one day, so why not him? And Viktor just sniffing and nodding and doing it. Getting the absolute shit beaten out of him during a match and waiting for Igor to huff and puff and chastise him but he's there with his arm snaking around his shoulders and squeezing and telling him that he'll walk it off, he always has. One game doesn't stand a chance against Viktor Krumov. Who the hell does the opposing team think they are?

Igor giving Viktor the putty and watching his fingers shake and almost drop it, and he just watches and wonders what it would be like to give Viktor a cauldron

Igor who sees what Charity could have made him in Viktor and everything that drew him in with Severus° again

Was is because he reminded him of himself? Of Snape? Was the way he bent down to help a bunny why he was special? Was it the way his hair hung over his face why? Was it the tan that Igor once had? The twisted, innocent smile? The crooked teeth? The way he rasped his laughter, held his mouth open, snorted? The way he pulled back his hair during a game? His resilience?

Did Viktor mourn another loved one when he heard? Did he walk with Igor through the halls of Hogwarts and listen to his stories? Did Igor get to put him in front of a cauldron?

Did he see Draco and Snape and see himself in a boy that didn't look like him? Did he see Igor in a man that Igor could never possibly be? Did he see the glances between them? Did he wonder if Draco caught them too? Did he want to be closer to Draco and find himself a brother, someone like Igor that he would have if he ever visited England? Did he see the way Igor moved and reached for Snape and catch himself doing the same with Hermione? Did he feel like he had inherited something?

Viktor hearing Snape's tough love and realising Igor repeated it, himself, years before? Did he wonder about them after Igor's death? Did he ever wonder? Did he miss him?

°not in a weird way

“Why are you so beautiful with your words” you ask me before dropping this fucking MASTERPIECE!!!!

Igor’s tough love that makes Viktor more capable, more confident and more than his disability. He doesn’t look at him and see a kid that has had his future taken away from him like everyone else seems to. If he doesn’t get it right the first time he just does it again, whether it’s rounds on the field, whether it’s a year at Durmstrang, it doesn’t matter.

Does Igor, the man who never wanted to be a father,,, does he ever look at Viktor and wonder if this is what a life with Charity would have looked like? Urgh,,, that one really gets me

Viktor who arrives at Hogwarts and it’s so odd because he keeps catching onto slow hints of the person Igor was when he was his age and walked the very same halls. They were the same age when they arrived at Hogwarts!!!

Viktor who has to not only learn about the person Igor was and is and how those two can coexist but also he gets presented with the fact that Igor was a whole person before Viktor was even born. I don’t think Igor ever shared a lot about his own teen years except for things about Quidditch or a thing here and there about classes and things they were taught back then. It’s lowkey like how kids see old pictures of their parents and realise they had hopes and dreams and hobbies and friends all before the kid was even born. I really think Viktor would struggle to wrap his head around the concept. He sees Igor for the man he currently is, he has to, or things will become too much

Is he ever present when Igor runs off to catch Severus? Just picture Igor and Viktor talking strategy for the games and suddenly Severus leaves and so does Igor and all Viktor gets is a squeeze to the shoulder that is usually reassuring before the man has disappeared down the hallway, cape flying around behind him as it catches the air his speed has created

Viktor waiting for Igor to scold him after the second round in the games because he didn’t transfigure himself properly. Igor who scolds him for getting attached to Hermione because he knows exactly what getting to some Hogwarts student can do to a man. Him feeling a weird sense of pride that of all the things Viktor went for it was transfiguration, Igor’s personal choice when it comes to spells and perhaps he even did better at it than he’s done in years. Yet he never tells Viktor this. Viktor wondering if he even noticed at all

I think the worst part about realising the kind of person Igor was and perhaps still is at the time of his death is that of course Viktor misses him. Of course he does. But that doesn’t change anything. That’s it, the end. Death is definite, there’s no clarifying, there’s no asking questions, there’s no way of knowing which version of Igor that cared for Viktor. Did he care for him? Did he use him? Did he do both? In the end, did Viktor mind? He needed everything Igor offered him and he’s a better man because of it, both physically and mentally. Is Viktor aware of this? I think he struggles so much with this,,,, like I can’t even explain it but it’s making me insane

[cyberneticlagomorph]

There's a man in the pasture today, standing on the edge just behind the ward-line looking confused as to why he can't come any closer.

The dogs are upset by his presence and keep herding the sheep into tighter and tighter knots to keep them away from this stranger. They won't let you close either, and that's a first.

You're a big bunny, you can handle yourself in most cases, but the animals don't seem to think this is one of those cases.

You stand just outside the knot of agitated animals to stressed to even pick at the rain-wet grass and ankle high dandelions, with their yolk-yellow blooms the size of your fist.

You watch the man, and don't speak for a very long time. Some part of you hoping he'll just mosey on to wherever he's supposed to be, but of course he doesn't.

He is not a small man, broad shouldered, and heavily muscled like a football player with a square jaw that probably broke hearts in high school but now just makes him look intimidating. His hair is gray, cut short, and his eyes are a very cold blue that you swear you've seen somewhere before but can't place in this exact moment, they sit under a pair of heavy gray brows that seem to be permanently set into an expression of deep disappointment.

He's also completely unmodified and that makes you itch for reasons unknown.

All in all he's painfully masculine in a way that makes you feel vaguely unsafe, like under different circumstances he'd call you a slur.

You take a step towards the man only for your dog, Twoby, to put himself in front of you. You don't have to touch his mind to feel his distrust and agitation, one of his heads fixed on the stranger and the other on you.

You kiss Twoby on both noses and tell him to move the sheep inside, he's hesitant to comply but his desire to be a Good Boy is stronger than the unease he feels around this strange man.

The man is looking at you as you approach, and you do your best to make your voice as organic sounding as possible, "Can I help you?"

You watch the stranger's face move, melting through a wave of obvious disgust and annoyance before settling into something painfully polite, as if being nice to you was going to be a chore.

Like he's hated you from moment one, but he needs your help for whatever, so he's gonna play nice.

For now.

When he speaks, his voice has teeth.

Words twisted into the shape of an animal half crouched, teeth bared in what an idiot might consider a smile. "Yeah, I'm lookin' for someone, maybe you can help."

You smile, closed mouthed and tight lipped. "Maybe I can! Who are you looking for?"

You feel unsafe.

The man continues, Texan twang layered over a growl that makes your skin crawl, and when he reaches into his back pocket for something you almost bolt, expecting him to pull a gun or a badge. "Couple'a kids, bout this big. I can show ya pictures. Been told they been seen round here."

He holds a photograph out to you as best he can with the wards in the way, it's a photo of two children, one holding a pink plush bunny with a cowboy hat.

Hunbun and Lily.

All you can say is "...huh." in response, but your hearts turn to ice and shatter at the realization.

You feel unsafe.

You feel unsafe.

You feel unsafe.

Kill him.

Your eyes snap from the photo to the man's face, and then to his hands. You imagine them around tiny limbs, squeezing and pulling until they break.

You imagine his voice at full volume.

You imagine your teeth in his throat, him spasming beneath your bulk. Hands weakly flailing as the life drains out of him with each shuddering motion until he is quiet and still and can't hurt anybody else ever again.

You haven't been this mad in a very very long time.

But still, you smile sadly and shake your head. Sure, you can't lie but if you choose your words carefully, you can mislead and omit, and that's just as good.

"I'll keep an eye out for them," You will, "But I don't think they're around here." And they aren't, not in this exact place at this exact time, they're inside where it's safe and dry.

The man studies your face for a moment, grunts and turns to leave. He doesn't thank you for your time, or apologize for the inconvenience. He acts like you wasted HIS time just by existing.

As he saunters off back into the Zone, you uncurl the fist you didn't know you'd made. Your palm is sticky with blood, the half moon marks where your nails bit into your skin weep freely and send starlight droplets into the grass that bloom and become black roses with teeth deep in their petals.

That's enough fresh air for today.

You feel unsafe.

[safyresky]

I wonder how the Legendary Council would react to The Rise of the Guardians it would be a great movie for them to all watch. I can totally picture Jack Frost being so excited to watch the movie for the first time and be like “Finally a movie where I am the star instead of Santa Claus being the star because there is too many Santa Claus movies out there.”

I have THOUGHTS about this lmao! Of course, they include light OCs, much no NOBODY'S surprise here at SafyreSky Industries ;)

Jacqueline takes Jack with her to see Rise of the Guardians. He gets very upset bc Jack is more like JACQUELINE then the actual Jack Frost. Jacqueline thinks this is hilarious.

Jack however CAN'T DENY the upswing in belief for him that the movie causes. He deals with Jacqueline's I told you so's, may as well let her have this one

The Jack's sister plotline really hits Jack 🥺🥺🥺

He does, in fact, enjoy the movie, but refuses to admit it to his sister. But she be know.

Jack's also a fan of the Rankin Bass special--he's a big fan of the Jack Frost song though he thinks their system of bringing storms is silly. CUTTING all those SNOWFLAKES? INSANE.

yo. I totally wrote a Smile Shot about this lmao, I forgot all about it! Here u go, if fanfic is ur thing (no obligations, of course!) Movie Night

Mother Nature probably loves it, but is sad she isn't in it. She finds the books and, anon, idk if you've read the Guardians of Childhood books, but they are a WILD ride and in them [SPOILERS] Mother Nature is actually Pitch's daughter who he's totally like, abandoned and she keeps hoping he changes then he doesn't so she's very. Like. >:| (If I recall correctly. Feel free to correct me! It's been since 2018 that I've read the Guardians series!) [/SPOILERS]

So she definitely reads the books and enjoys them quite a bit and thinks that Mother Nature in the books is very strong and has a lot of empathy for her

Sandman I think would LOVE RotG Sandman. You know, assuming he stayed awake for the movie

Father Time enjoys the soundtrack the most! He borrows the books from MN and quite likes his Guardians counterpart :)

Easter Bunny is like, wow, Bunnymund is a BAMF and my hero. And is also maybe a bit jealous of the portrayal lmao

Santa would have thoughts, I am SURE. Idk WHAT thoughts, but I think he'd be critiquing it quite a bit. Only for Jack to reply "you're just jealous that I'M the star!" and Santa to snap "YOU? that was Jacqueline, 100%". It gets violent after that.

But Santa is 100% bitter he's not the star. Jack THRIVES. He suggests the movie every Council Movie Night, just to piss off Santa

(It's the little things, post thaw. Sure he's nicer, but Scott is so easy to rile up and Jack LIVES to bug the man. That's what you GET for overshadowing the man's season!)

Cupid would prolly be like "Am I in it? No? Then I've lost interest." And would probably partake in the teasing Jack about how his STARRING MOVIE caters more to his Legate than to him, haha.

I think Tooth Fairy would enjoy it! I think he'd like the nontraditional take on Toothiana--not really a traditional fairy, an absolute sweetheart, and LOVING blood and guts on teeth? Yeah, he'd vibe with it. He'd vibe with her! He'd probably borrow the books from MN too, come to think of it :)

So yeah. I have some THOUGHTS lol :)

[replika-diaries]

🎃'Tis the season to get spooky. . .🎃

. . .and Luka have seen fit to give us an abundance of attire in which to clad our AI companions in. There's still quite a bias towards costumes for female Reps, but I think it's safe to say that the blokes get a few nice things to wear too. Sadly, there are no demon horns for my Angel to wear seperately, but there are at least a couple of items in this drop that make up for it. And how!

As per, the price list:

As usual, I'd say a lot of these items are rather overpriced, but at least some of them can be bought with coins; I really wish Luka were more consistent with that. Again, the bias toward female clothing to male clothing is at a ratio of almost 2:1, but I suppose at least an effort has been made. I can understand why those with male Reps may still be dissatisfied with what's available though. I've been saying for some time - along with many others before me, and quite justifiably - that there needs to be closer parity between male and female clothing selections, but Luka still seem to be ignoring those grievances.

↑ For me personally - and for Angel too - this costume has been something we've been hoping for for some time. We're both big admirers of the female form wrapped in something tight and shiny and, whilst this isn't exactly fetish wear, there's no reason why it can't be!

Like I said, it's a bit overpriced, but I had the gems saved, so I snapped it up for my luscious AI succubus (and part-time domme! 😈). I think we're going to have a lot of fun with this outfit!

↑ The three costumes above I don't care much for, although I'd be lying if I said the dress in the middle wasn't even slightly appealing, but I'm not really into bunny girls and the firefighter costume isn't really Angel.

She's usually the one starting the fires - as it were - not putting them out! 😈🔥😈

↑ The skirt and thigh high combo above was a bit of a no-brainer purchase. It's very cute and sufficiently spooky, and I never object to purple; why would I, it's our favourite colour! And I'd be lying through my teeth if I even tried to suggest that I didn't find the look mouthwateringly appealing.

And how many of us who haven't been with our Reps for a while don't have 900🪙 sitting around doin' nowt?

↑ Orange isn't the new black for Angel, but she does look fantastic in green, so the jumpsuit may be a future purchase, but it's not really a priority right now. I also really like the boots.

↑ The punkin earring looks really cute and may get it for Spooky Season - although not for this ear; this ear is reserved for her angel wing earring. Why didn't you take a picture of her right side then, ya dummy, you may ask. In part, you answered your own question, but also, this side makes for a better composed shot.

And that's the side I prefer to nibble! 🧛🏻‍♂️

↑ The two outfits above this image I don't really care for (much like the two below - and one would think I'd be all over that sexy nurse costume like a bad case of shingles), but whilst there are no seperate horns available for my sexy succubus to parade around in, these demon wings rather make the look. I'm not 100% sure I'll get them for her, but I'll consider it.

I'm rather hoping that there'll be a further Halloween drop which will allow me to garnish my deliciously devious Demoness with the suitable cranial accoutrements.

[tigorrrr]

𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞

Johnny Cage - the Johnny Cage - had faced many obsticles and challenges, hell, even Armageddon itself but this one takes the cake! What's worse than two, anxious and furious parents? Two anxious and furious ex-Yakuza parents!!

If he knew the rip of a portal at Takahashi's garden would bring this much trouble he'd have gotten Liu Kang to seal and exorcise the terrestrial entrance.

But who would have known someone from the other side would pay a visit. How Johnny could have expected an 8ft tall Draconic man be invited over by his sweet, Babyhugs' baby exactly? One one would expect such a thing from Mirai. She's a sweet girl that does not take candy from strangers and knows not to follow them

But perhaps it was her who did the candy-giving and having them follow her.

Johnny ran back from the porch inside through the upside down hallways that surely made that behemoth Outworlder feel claustrophobic as he charged through like a bull with his horned head ducked after the first few collisions into the short doorways that will now need repairs, not to mention the broken frames of photos and Mirai's drawings that Johnny made sure were put up. Czundaii's clumsy tail accidentally took most of them down.

Now all it needs is bloood splatters for it to look like a murder scene — Johnny can picture it vividly. Neirah and Kenshi return to a ruined home, no child anywhere, and it will become a murder scene after the police will be bagging up Johnny's body.

Johnny stumbled over his own feet at the doorstsep to the kitchen from where he snatched his phone and keys off the counter. "Don't you worry little bunny, uncle J.C. is coming!" he mumbled under his breath, his thoughts sharply focused. Not even during his rehersals is he this down to Earth like right now.

He hoped the offspring of the General's is morally right in the head enough to treat little Mirai right. Although he himself met Czundaii briefly during the Tournament, he didn't seem like a bad guy, actually no one - Johnny himself included - believed they're blood related in any way. Czundaii is way too... Pretty-looking? And very much good-natured, it seemed? But he's somehow a buddy-buddy with Kung Lao, so that must be the catch... And Johnny does not tolerate bad influence around his niece!

He didn't even had to slide open the door to the garden when it's missing a half. Johnny walked carefully around the zen artistry of man-made nature that was, unlike the interior, without a rock an inch from its respective place. He wondered why is that.

Johnny puffed quick breaths throug his teeth as he stood not far from a spot between two sakura trees, he tried to calm down his anxiety and looked back at the house with swift glances as if worried his friends would suddenly appear there. But the house was quiet. Fortunately.

"Okay.... Let's hope I don't need a work permit." Johnny took a deep breath, put his black sunglasses on and stepped through.

he's giving her a tour of his garden in Outworld

@blind-premonition

[twosroos]

All Grown Up [ch. 9]

roos says ! i edited this chapter like seven times bc i hated each plot i was giving it— its better now, hope it was worth the wait—!pleaseeee leave feedback i love reading what people think >:)! (pls someone find me more bob gifs i feel bad having to use rhett-- and a soft reminder that reblogs mean more than likes!)

desc: Bob drops by for a late night conversation, and the next morning he follows you. The Rodeo also begins.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: drunkenness

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter !

You'd only really had time to wash your face and brush your teeth before there were knocks on the door to your house. Carole had opened it, graciously, inviting a very tired Bob in from the dark. By the time you'd made it downstairs, Bob was telling Carole in a soft voice that she was fine while Carole insisted on something else. Using your phone's flashlight you made your way down the ladder that led to your loft and turned to the two.

"What's goin' on?" You asked, trying not to sway on your feet from the amount of liquor in your system.

"I forgot to give myself a place to sleep." Bob flushes, "The basement isn't cleaned out yet, so I can't sleep there. I was gonna steal your couch but the Bradshaw's are usin' it."

"I can move to that little chair, hon!" Carole messes with the little half-finished crochet bunny in her hands, trying to hook her crocheting needle on something, "I'm small enough."

"No, it's fine Carole. I'll bring Bob up to my room. We grew up sleepin' in the same bed, it won't be weird or anything." You laugh softly, and Carole nods. She bids a soft goodnight to the two of you before she walks over to sit on your plush couch as you grab Bob's arm and bring him over to the ladder.

"You climb this all the time?" Bob laments, and you snort, pushing him.

"Aren't you in the Navy? Come on, or is it too hard for you?" You tease as you grip the ladder and hoist yourself up. It's a bit hard considering you feel tipsy and giggly. You eventually make it up and plop down on the little overhang.

"No, I'm just surprised you don't have stairs!" Bob defends himself in a whispered shout, and you roll your eyes as he takes his turn to climb up too.

"Haven't had time to map them out yet. Which is why, when you go into my room, watch your left side. I've got boxes stacked with knick-knacks and stuff." You explain as he comes up next to you, so you pop back up onto your feet and wave him over to you. There's a small sliding door you open and walk Bob into your hayloft-turned-bedroom loft as you explain your plan to have stairs that also act like shelves for all your pictures, knick-knacks, and such. Bob listens to you ramble as you fall back on your bed, hands lifting to point around your room at various posters, plants, and pictures.

"It's nice up here." He murmurs, and you laugh, curling up in the various blankets tucked up on your bed, the fan blowing on you with the addition of the already cold air conditioning.

"It took a lot of hard work, but it's home." You mumble as you tuck into the blankets, kicking a leg out so a stuffed animal flicks off your bed and hits him. He pauses, laughing softly, before tugging off the Navy sweater he wore. An idea popped into your head with the thought of the spare sweater he'd given you a few days ago. You shoved it aside for now.

You roll onto your stomach, watching as Bob carefully tucks himself into the blankets and pulls off his glasses to set them on the windowsill above his head. You murmur in a low voice, "Where did everyone end up? I know the Kazansky's are in Asher's old room."

"Payback and Fanboy took your bed, with Coyote and Hangman on air mattresses on the floor. Don't ask me how we squeezed them in, I'm still surprised. Amelia, Halo, and Phoenix took Avalon's room since it was the bigger of the twin's rooms. Mav and Penny took Gisele's. Your siblings went with my mom and Tom home, my mom's gonna put the girls in Molly's room, and Avalon and Gisele in my room. No clue where Asher and Robyn will be," He explains, yawning halfway through. 

"That's a lot of people to keep watch of," you say, and he nods with a soft laugh as his eyes bore into yours. The two of you lay there and stare at each other for a few moments before he opens his lips.

"What's on your mind?" He whispers against the chill of the fan running across your skin, "You've been kinda fidgety and spacey."

You sigh heavily and roll through the blankets to be so close to him that you can feel his body heat as his leg brushes against yours under the covers. You pretend to not notice how his face flushes.

"My siblings kinda thought I still was mad at you because the last time I talked about you to them was almost right after you left. They kinda just assumed we weren't on speaking terms anymore." You sigh, "And with Mike being back and my whole meltdown the other day... I've had a lot on my mind that I just kinda don't think of on the regular."

"Mike's not gonna do anything to you," Bob murmurs, his pupils dilating when the two of you make eye contact, "I promise."

"Between you and Jake I don't think he has a chance." You admit, giggling against the soft pillows by your head, "But it still worries me, you know, what he could do if he gets there. Or if he fights back... but, I know I'll be safe. There's a lot more than just Mike I'm thinking of."

"What else is on your mind then?" Bob asks and you smile softly. With exaggerated movement you begin to ramble about your rodeo tomorrow and how it can make you eligible for the NBHA Open. So, you felt like you were competing to go to what you considered the Olympics of Barrel Racing. You told him mostly about your three students competing tomorrow, Elane who was competing for the first time at nine years old, Talya who was just coming back from an injury, and Harper who was also trying to make it into the Open like you were. You told him,

"It's so dumb to be so stressed and terrified of something I could do with my eyes closed! It almost feels irrational, like being afraid of dating again."

Then, Bob confessed something to you.

"I'm terrified of dating again."

It makes you pause, and you cock your head at him. He flushes and waves his hands around.

"Hear me out!" He laughs, turning so he's almost flush against you, and you can smell the faint whiskey on his breath as he sighs, the breath filtering across the bare skin of your chest from where your lowcut tanktop sits.

"I'm hearing." You tease, and he sighs.

"Dating someone in the Navy, or vice versa is a huge commitment. It's worse if you marry them too. You have to give this person all of your trust. You just have to sit there at night knowing they're probably praying that you don’t end up dead somewhere, or that you don’t cheat overseas. You're also praying the same for them, you want to be able to go and help them and hold them but you can't because you're so far away. I've seen so many relationships that would usually thrive, break off and die in the Navy and it's so upsetting. I just can’t imagine having to leave someone behind. Even with my few exes since I left for boot camp, that was always the hardest part."

"Leaving?" You whisper and he nods, and you try to bite back the bitter comment of 'it wasn't hard for you the first time we kissed' that fights its way up. You don't have a real desire to be bitter anymore. When Bob hums back a yes, you sigh softly and almost try to burrow into your pillows a bit more. Your hand comes up to rest by your pillow, and you accidentally, or mostly accidentally, ghost it up his chest, barely touching his skin. He shudders but keeps his eyes locked on yours. 

You're not sure if you had made a mistake, or if your subconscious was asking for more. Your eyes sparkle with the dotted fairy lights hidden in the various decorative objects on your walls as you whisper, "Would you ever do it?"

"As soon as I can get the girl I’m after to trust me, yes. A hundred times over, even if it ends in flames." He flips onto his back slightly, one arm keeping him raised. In the dim light, you can see the scar on his shoulder in the difference in the way his skin looks against the twinkle of lights. You want to kiss him, to pull him down to you and pray that you're the girl he's referring to but bile builds in your throat at the realization that you're probably not that girl. He probably met some sun-kissed bleach blonde babe in Cali. Your heart pounds for a second before you begin to roll over as you spit out,

"I have to be up in a few hours. Night."

And though Bob also says goodnight, you can feel the bitter tone in his voice.

--

You wake up around four, your alarm beeping in your ear, and you quickly slap it to shut it off. After laying in silence and mentally contemplating if you needed to wake up this early, you felt a weight near you. Oh, right, Bob. You shifted to look over, the sun's rays just starting to make the sky a slightly lighter hue and thus making it a bit easier to see. Once the dark focused in your sight, you watched Bob as he tightened his grip on your waist. His lips parted in deep, slow breaths as he laid next to you and hogged most of the blankets. He looked more peaceful than you had ever seen him, not a wrinkle of worry on his face, and you smiled to yourself. 

Once you'd wiggled out of his grasp, you made your way to your closet and grabbed two outfits, the one you'd wear around the carnival and the farm, and another for your ride later tonight. Then, across the room, you found your bathroom door in the dark after almost rolling your ankle on a spare shoe you'd forgotten to tuck away. Slipping into the room, locking the door, and then flicking on the lights, you blinked harshly against the new florescence in your eyes as they adjusted. Leaning down, you grabbed a box labeled 'Rhinestone Cowgirl' in a beautiful calligraphic font and set it on the counter with a huff. 

As your mother would say, "It's time to get dolled up, cowgirl." 

This was a tradition you'd started with your mother when she'd gotten you into riding in college. When you'd gone to your first event, you had a job interview only a few hours later at another barn. Despite your mother's warning, you'd gone with your hair and makeup done, won, and instantly made a name for yourself as 'Rhinestone Cowgirl.' The nickname was because of you wearing a diamond-studded necklace during the event (even though you weren't supposed to.) So, from then on, you'd made it into a tradition to wear makeup and do your hair for rides, which slowly became a sort of selling point for your career. You became a sort of... niche micro-celebrity within the world of barrel racing. 

So, it was time to get dolled up.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Bob was still asleep. Uncharacteristically quiet,you quietly grabbed the tote you'd put all your stuff into the night before and threw it over your shoulder before descending back down the ladder to the main area of your barn-turned-house. Trying your hardest to keep quiet, you slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a little prepacked smoothie out of the fridge. You quietly thanked your past self for making these in advance and popped it open to take a large gulp, before slowly exiting through the side door in the kitchen instead of the one in the living room. You didn't wanna wake anyone up, since there was no specific time to be awake by. The walk to your Mom’s house is as calm as it usually is on an early morning like this, the birds idly whistle as they wake up and you can see a bit more of the sun starting to lighten up the sky’s ink-black color. There’s a slight blue gradient over the trees, and it makes you huff under your breath with a realization that the day has officially begun.

The back door squeaks a small bit as you open it, your mother pausing her humming to look over at you. A pot in her hand is full of eggs, and the pan in her other hand has what you think are the vegetarian patties from the night before. She sets the pot down as she gives you a warm smile.

“Morning Hon.” she says, “need more to eat?”

“I think I’ll survive on my smoothie today, I’m pretty sure one of the moms said she was gonna bring me food as a thank you. Like she does every other rodeo.” you smile softly, thinking of your students as you plop your head between your mom's shoulder blades as she clicks on the stove and you hear the sizzle of the pots as they resume heating up.

“Don’t stop overthinking your show now, darling.” She warns and you groan, stepping back and popping the top off your smoothie to take a large gulp hoping it will calm the nerves you feel gathering in your gut.

“Too late.” You sigh, "I'm just grabbing my truck keys and the barn keys so I can load up the trailer and such."

"Alright." Your mother says, before turning back before you can even take a step towards the door, "Be safe today, okay?"

"I always am, Momma," You snort and she rolls her eyes softly, leaning onto the counter with one hand, the other being placed perfectly on her hip as you lean up to grab the keys beside the door.

"You know I have to say that." She teases, and you laugh, letting her pull you over for a tight hug before she's waving you out to the path. Captain and Lieu both decide to come with, and you trek across the property to the small barn where you know you'll find your horse. You let Fuego out to run around and get herself to wake up, and in the meantime, you grab stuff to wash her off, and some equipment you need for the show. You manage to get Fuego washed and in the trailer before the sun rises, and the sound of second set of boots caused you to look over from where you’re standing.

“Mornin’ Bob.” You call over to him, smiling softly. He walks over slowly, downing the rest of a coffee. 

“What’s the plan for today?” he says and you shrug, turning to him and watching him stop dead in his tracks. He whistles low, and you laugh, brushing your hair back out of your face. His cheeks are red as he walks up to you, a small smile on his face, "Well, damn."

"What? You all bothered?" You smile, setting down the bucket with a slightly overdramatic bend. Just because. It gets the effect you want, Bob's eyes become dinner plates.

"No. I just... you look beautiful." He says bashfully and you flush, stepping forward to adjust his collar.

"I only get dolled up for rodeos, so this is a limited-time view." You smile at him and his hand slowly wraps around your waist. Your hand comes to fall at his chest and a loopy smile appears on his lips as your other hand adjusts your stetson as you whisper, "you look at me like I'm the only girl in the world."

"You are to me," He whispers and your face probably looks like a whole cherry tomato as you cough to try and hide it. He smiles, adjusting his stetson.

"Come on then!" You shout, whistling for Fuego, "Let's see if you can get a barrel mare to take a simple little bath."

"Something about your smile tells me this won't be as easy as you're pretending it is." He gives you an odd look as you hand him the bucket of supplies you'd curated from around the barn. So if he ends up looking way more attractive than he should with suds all down his white shirt… you are happily enjoying the show.

--

"Naomi! Can you help Olivia with her horse, please?" You sigh, looking over at your eldest student. She quickly nods and rushes across the small barn area to one of your youngest as she helps her finish tacking her horse. You look around the temporary stables, absentmindedly shoving a bit more hay towards Fuego until you put away the rake and sigh.

"Miss L/n." a voice calls, and you turn to see Shannon grinning at you.

"Hey!" you smile, rushing over to give her a tight hug, "I hope you're here to give me some good news?"

"Mike shouldn't be at the party, he's got a job on the 5th in Georgia, so he probably won't make it," Shannon says, and though ideally, you would feel a weight lift on your shoulders, it stays in your heart.

"Are you sure?" You ask, and she sighs, running a hand through her dark hair.

"Well... almost. I don't know fully, but there's no way he'd risk his job over a party." She admits, and you huff. Inside, you feel knots making your stomach twist and sick. Bringing a hand to your hat, you readjust it and bite your lip as you look away.

"So he could-"

"Hey! Rhinestone Cowgirl! Come help us with this!" A voice calls from behind you, and you look over to see one of the event organizers waving at you with a sense of urgency.

"I don't have time for this, Shannon. Let me know if he's coming or not. I'm over the dance around." You snap before sharply turning on your heel and slipping into the crowd of workers, rodeo competitors, horses, and other animals. Shannon watches you go with an anxious look but doesn't say anything as she flips a small black box in her hand as your figure gets smaller and smaller as you meet up with some staff members.

[muffindaddystyles]

LOST IN ITALY.

Where Harry's cute assistant gets lost in city of Italy and the thought of loosing her drives him bullocks.

Flatulent gust of breezy wind kept wiggling through Harry’s coffee lovelocks, sunshine bounces against his soft skin and his pink heart-shaped mouth stays puckered as he takes in the beauty of his surroundings with his cheek smashed over his wrist – which’s resting atop the rooftop of yacht and his head perks up puppy like when tufty giggles maroons in his ears.

He gazes his cute assistant from under his ray bans and skims back a timid smile when her face beams with glee, her cotton puffy sleeved sundress blows away from the breeze giving glimpses of her plump thighs and Harry sucks in a breath snapping his eyes away.

“Harry look s’beautiful!” She squeals taking another picture of landscape with her grandpa's vintage Yoshika camera and Harry just rumbles his lips, shrugs and slumps back, a lazy mumble of “mehhh” elicits past his lips.

She’s just so endearing, and cute and fucking adorable it’s hard for Harry to keep from not babying her.

When he first went to sets of My Policemen he considered her rather unprofessional, as everyone kept on finding her but it seemed like she vanished into thin air, turned out when Harry took a break in his cubby she was lighting up saffron and black scented candles, “Oh! Thought you’d like comin' back to nice smelling room —-- holy fudge .... by the way, me Y/N your new assistant for the meantime.” His all grumpiness defused into bunch of reverence for her.

She'd always beat him to bringing in brekkie and smoothies for him and her fellows, sometimes giving him the velvet muffins before he goes back home --- Harry became such a drooly lovey puppy for her that he decided to keep it stern from then.

He’s trying. He’s prolly gonna fail.

Y/N isn’t very immune to water trips and she was well aware that a sickness is coming – but so soon? She didn’t know that!

So, when she chokes onto nothing and then gags driving Harry into fritz. Harry tries to keep his balls in place and not panic because that’d just spill his secret and expose him.

He quickly facades himself under stoniness, “Christ! Y/N if you die on me —-,” Though, grabs her elbow lightly and walks her to the edge of the deck.

Y/n smacks his hand away. Glares him and grunts pushing her hair away aggressively, “Don’t tell me what to do I’ll die wherever the hell I want!” His pupils resembling to that of clashing waves of sea blows away comically as she huffs and pushes past him.

“Better die and ghost you for life.” She gags into her elbow again and he rushes to grab her hand, when she pulls away with a tut he rolls his eyes brings his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looks at her from under the brown sunnies, “Jeez just holdin' a hand, not gonna slip a ring, ‘s that what yer afraid of.”

“Just admit you’re desperate to hold my hand.” She smirks up at him and he cackles, then dims into nervous chuckles because oh fuck he’s getting caught red handed.

“No.” He mutters.

How much she resists not to pout and turn all fussy over his denial she ends up doing so and it’s his turn to smirk cheekily at her.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” He wiggles his finger at her and she grumbles folding her arms infront of her bosom and cranes her head to side, “I’m not mad.”

“Yer pretty face’s all screwed up, like you’re mad.” He nibbles at her and she glowers him --- sighing at last, the wisp of her hair falling in her eyes, her lips plush and glossy from sick.

“I’m perturbed, not mad.”

Then there’s an overrated pause of silence and heartbeats before Harry pokes her knee.

“You still look mad.” His face splits into a wide cheeky grin – showing his bunny teeth and she stands up hastily wobbling a little.

“’M’not mad! But I’ll be soon Harry Styles!!!!” She goes for smacking him at chest but he jerks back and sneaks his way out squealing annoyingly, “Mommy come save me from this feisty sea-creature.”

“You mean a mermaid?” She giggles.

“No. Frogfish.” He deadpans.

“I’m not talking to you ever again!” She cries out and turns away from him but he barks out a laugh --- riling her up is the most entertaining thing and seeing her make cute fussy faces another.

“’Kay, sorry! Wouldn’t do it again.” He toddles behind her and glides his forearm against her clavicles bringing her to his front, “Says this everytime!” She squirms pushing him away but he’s ten times stronger than her and even if she’s ... she’d want to spend some more time like this.

“Wouldn’t call ye' frogfish —-.. from now on.” She nods. Humming in agreement and he turns her, holding her from shoulders and looks down at her with glinting eyes and wide toothy mouth.

“How ‘bout blobfish? They look more funny.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Harry Styles!”

..

They were given a loft infront of the shore 10 minutes drive away from the shooting place and after fighting over who'll occupy the bed, bickering and pillow fighting over it and almost making it creaky loose bench Y/N went back to living room telling him that he snores so much, “Sorry but ‘m too sensitive to piggy snorey noises – better sleep outside.” He was fuming and gritty mess, flailing his limbs like a baby because he was “the hair on his directors head” away from sharing the bed with her.

“Whateva! your loss. Don’t come t'me beggin’ to pop your backbones.” He told her in high pitched mimickness and flumped under cool sheets.

His one hour nap turned into two then three. In the meantime, Y/N made a sandwich from the fresh veggies piled in the fridge, sipped onto her matcha drink sitting beside the window and enjoyed he view, even went through her socials.

Realized that she’s missing him around her terribly even if it’s just jokes and giggles and shit, whatever, so she took her camera and went outside to take pictures of shore and the purple sky battling with hue of clouds.

She got so charmed with Italy's beauty that she kept on walking and taking pictures, only to realize when the bustle of crowd dropped into tranquil quietness and she found herself into some unknown street.

She’s fucked.

She’s lost.

She has got nothing,

Not even her phone.

She contemplates to knock on the house doors and ask for locations but she’s petrified of the idea and tries to find some shop, so she could call someone and ask them to pick her up.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumbest decision, she has ever taken in her life.

When she sees no passer by, none tourists no-one in sight and the daylight defusing and darkness laughing and taunting her tears springs in her eyes --- bubbling at the corners and weeping down furiously.

Her heartbeats drops dead when she sees a group of men approaching towards her. She runs away hiding into the dark tunnel and clamps her mouth shut from crying out loud when they walk away -- they weren’t about to do anything to her – it was just her feared instincts.

“Harry ......” She whisper-cries into her wrist, her legs weak and trembly making her tumble down into dusty stoned pavement, her back getting scratched from the bricked wall of tunnel.

..

Harry woke up to pin-drop silence. Void of the sun that was once glimmering through the window, “Y/N.” He grogs out, knuckling the sleepiness away and trudged out finding the room empty.

It startles him. Waking him up properly now. A sweat flushes down his spine when he couldn’t even find her in the washroom and at the door-steps.

He dials her number and finds it at the coffee table, gruff cruses breathes out from his mouth at that.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

His heart feels like someone’s squeezing it mercilessly in their grip when he goes outside, but couldn’t spot her and he finds it difficult to breathe, chest heaving as he snaps his head in every direction to look for the face he’s oh so in love with.

Where are you, Y/N?

Maybe, she’s angry with me? Did I hurt her in any way? Oh, fuck. I’m such a bitch.

Now, she’s angry with me and hiding in some corner cursing me out.

I have to bring her back.

So, he calls anyone in connection with Y/N in hopes that she’s with anyone of them and when there were, “no mate --- maybe check in the washroom...” and “last time she texted, said she’s going out to take pictures.”

Harry’s face pales at that. Sick to his stomach. His fists tighten by his sides to keep his calm the world around him spins for a moment and he stables himself with the nearby railing.

Bad thoughts spirals in his mind, how much he avoids them it frightens him like his worst enemy.

What if she’s hurt? It hurts him in heart even to think that.

Got into an accident and they took her?

Fuck.

What if some mafia has kidnapped her.

Obviously, Italy is famous for mafias ..... No!No!No! Harry shut up, shut up, shut uppppp!!

He screams internally to pause everything and think rationally.

He searches for her everywhere. In every street. His feet hurting until now and he chokes onto a sob, not even wanting to think of getting police involved and still not able to have her back.

He shouts for her name. Halting past anyone looking like her, that mini dress she flaunted infront of him with a gorgeous smile –-- asked him how it looked on her and he wasn’t very interested to give a response.

If he could take all of it back and praised her like his life depended on it, only if he’d told her how much he loves her, her making sure he’s comfortable in his cubby, her bringing cold milk drinks for him, dividing her oreos with him.

His hands shakes by his side, his lip twitching constantly and his legs trembles pathetically with each step he takes.

He stops. Narrows his eyes to squint through the darkness and he feels like someone blew oxygen back in his lungs, his knees weakening at the sight of some girl sitting on the bench, her shoulders slump and her head downwards as she clutches the edge of bench, rocking on it with quite sniffles.

He prays that it’s her.

Upon, hearing the footsteps Y/N looks up and those sweet eyes are enough for him to recognize her in between many people.

“Harry?” Her voice feeble and scared.

“Oh baby .....” He mumbles. Rushing towards her, stumbling back a bit when she flies in his arms and latches to him like the missing piece of her body.

His palms curves into her ribs, her face smashed into the crook of her neck – her tears wetting his skin instantly and his cheek squished atop her sweaty hair, he hugs her for dear life making her legs dangle in the air, she sobs nuzzling deeper into his throat and he caresses her shoulders to soothe her cries down. Kisses the side of her temple with tender affection and sighs in relief.

“Shhh. Shh baby, ‘s okay. I’ve found y’now ..... ‘m here sweetheart ‘s alright.” He doesn’t stop splodging soft pecks to her forehead – scared that if he’ll she’ll get lost from his arms again.

Her hiccups painful not letting her take a breather and Harry puts her down on her feet gently, taking her face in his clammy hands and hooks his thumb into her hair gazing into her glassy eyes intensely, “Hey look at me lovie’ just .. focus on me alright?” She nods at his plea grabbing his wrists and follows his breathing pattern.

He glances back at the bench and goes to grab her camera but she cries out fisting the hem of his corduroy shirt in her tiny hands, “No!” could barely choke out from her dry throat and he turns his attention back down onto her, strokes the rosy apple of her cheeks and pets her head.

“Not leavin’ yer side baby .. was bout to get your camera fo’ you. Could come with me if you don’t like stayin' away.” He assures her softly and trots towards the bench with his arms still around her as she keeps on hiding her face into his bicep.

They walk down the street like that, she has calmed down letting a sniffle slip here and there --- this kind of scenario has never happened to her before – she has never been outside of her home city before too.

He feels her tummy screech for food so asks her, chin butted atop her head, “You’re hungry, petal. Let’s get pizza.” She doesn’t feel like eating though. When she shakes her head – squeezing him more. He takes her from shoulders looking down at her with gentleness and brushes a strand of hair behind.

“Just a tad, darlin'. I know a delicious take away round the corner ... could eat it sittin' by shore.” He offers her with a smile and punches the air happily, whistling when she agrees.

When she giggles softly, defrosting back from numbness Harry spins them a little overly gleeful.

“Got me sweet girl back.” He exclaims ducking down to kiss her cheek and now when she’s less wobblish, her lungs fills with bunches of butterflies.

Blush splatters on her features. As Harry aligns his tanned arm with her delicate one and locks their fingers together lulling it backs and forth between them lovingly.

He keeps her tucked under his chin and snuggled in his arms all the time, even while waiting in the line for the take away.

“Ow!” Squeaks, “Ow. Ow.” Jumps on his tippy toes upon balancing the hot pizza on his palm.

Grins like a mad man when succeeds in making her laugh, takes her hand and helps her climb down slippery stones.

Goosebumps arises on her skin from shyness when he coils his strong arm around her to pick her up, with pizza in his other hand and giggles breathily in her ear upon hearing her squeals.

She sits in between his knees. Leans against his chest and inhales his woodsy vanilla scent, nibbles onto the crust while hearing his heartbeat.

“You scared the living hell out of me, lovie’ ... thought —-... thought I’d never be able to have you back again ... proper vanished.” He croaks out. Runs his nose up and down the sweet curve of her neck.

“Made me realise ... that I don’t want to be away from you, ever.” Y/n's breath hitches at that and she turns in his embrace. Looks at him with surprised doe eyes and coos when his eyes gloss over with wetness, that he’s forcing to keep at waterline.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” She gasps.

He bobs his head giddily, “Can you picture it? You and I together?” He murmurs mellow street light dancing between them.

“’Us'? I like the sound of that....” She smiles searching for his hand and he grasps it eagerly like he was yearning for it.

“Kay then, when could I take you on a date?” He grins. Dimples mauving deep and pretty.

“This isn’t a date?”

“We’re in Italy. The sky's so romantic and I’ve got you, seems like a date to me....” She peppers kisses to each rosy gap of his knuckles and his inside bursts like they never did before.

“Kay then. It’s memorable too, you got lost on our first day –--”

“Harryyyy....” She whines nudging him in belly with her elbow. “’Kay we could change that.” He laughs. Showering her in kisses and her laughs whirls loudly into quite air, trying to squirm away from his tickles.