#there’s a specific photo of him where he’s wearing glasses and his hair is up and he’s like sitting at a table looking at something?

[porschesbabydaddy]

I’m a simple man. I think abt long haired Mile and my body becomes so full of lust that I am unable to function properly

[starmocha]

Part of my sing little birdie aka birb dad + birb baby series, but I'm yapping bullet points real quick (idk I may rewrite this into a proper story one day. I'm trying to stay focused and in a specific mindset rn for my dragon!Sylus AU 😔👍). Something about the last part of Sylus' event triggered this thought, so let's get into it.

Taking Little Birdie to the Amusement Park

It's Sylus' daughter's first time at the amusement park. She is three and excited, but not because of the rides and attractions

It's one of the rare occasions where she has both mom and dad together spending time with her

Sylus lavishes his daughter with attention and indulges in her whims

If baby girl wants Daddy to wear silly headbands and glasses, then he will in a heartbeat

He buys her whatever she wants at giftshops even if she doesn't ask

Man is basically doing the "buying my child whatever she touches" trend (MC is exasperated once she finds out, but lets it go since this is a special day for their family)

He is the one riding the rides with her as MC photographs everything

He lifts her onto her chosen horse on the carousel and stays by her side

"So, my little birdie, this is the trusty steed you have chosen? A fine horse indeed."

Baby girl is having the time of her life on kiddie rides

The best part about having a tall dad is riding his shoulders. Little Miss has the best view at the park. 🥹🫶

Sylus isn't concerned about losing her.

Onychinus henchmen are lurking around the park posing as guests, staff members, or mascots 😭👍

Personal babysitters bodyguards Luke and Kieran are always nearby to keep their eyes on their precious Little Miss

Dressed as Smiley Dino and Sunny Dino, they are suffocating in their suits (rip 😔), but Little Miss' laughter and excitement makes it all worth it

"Daddy, Daddy, Smiley Dino and Sunny Dino hugged me!"

(Later Luke & Kieran @ MC: say Miss Hunter...would it be possible if we get copies of that photo? 👉👈)

Mephisto is also always perched near the toddler to keep an eye on her and will report to Sylus about any concerns

You do not want to mess with this bird. He has beef with pigeons on a daily basis. 💀 He won't hesitate to take you on either not to mention Sylus is always giving him weird upgrades

Basically don't mess with this child. She has the protection of Onychinus and you do not want to meet her dad. Or worse. Her mom.

Around mid-afternoon, nap time is near. It's been hours at the park, lots of overindulgence, lots of walking. The sun is blazing hot, and baby girl is dozing off on Sylus' shoulder trying to stay awake.

He and MC find a nice shady area to rest for a bit and just have a nice quiet family/couple moment as their daughter naps in Sylus' arms

In the evening they have a meal at one of the restaurants as a family. Baby girl is rambling excitedly about her favorite parts of the day (spoiler alert: it's everything)

"Mommy...Daddy...can we do today again? 🥺"

Sylus & MC:

When there is a fireworks show, baby girl is sitting on Sylus' shoulders pointing at the sky in awe

Sylus leans down to MC, asking with a smirk, "Remember the last time we watched fireworks at that restaurant together?"

"Mommy, Daddy, look, look!"

Little birdie doesn't even realize she is tugging on her dad's hair. Sylus laughs it off. Her joy is his joy.

Sylus isn't really paying attention to the fireworks. He gazes at his wife's awestruck expression and smiles as his daughter laughs. He wonders if he had traded away all of his bad luck because right now, in this moment, he felt pretty damn lucky.

He hopes this is a core memory for his daughter, but even if she grows up and forgets this day, Sylus won't. This memory will stay with him for the rest of his life, her laughter and smiles were his to keep, his to cherish.

(As for the rest of Onychinus, this is their core memories, seeing their precious Little Miss having the family day she deserves 😭🫶)

[clawsdevour]

𓈒 ❀ᮬlev bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, not proodread, my shitty writing

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-Lev, the type of boyfriend to hard launch you and post you all the time on his personal social media accounts with cute silly captions. Lev likes to do this to stop paparazzi from spreading rumors since he fears losing your relationship to stupid false gossip that's being spread around.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to LOVE seeing you wear the clothing pieces he gifts you. He'd choose specific ones because he could see you wearing them. His sister Alisa would also love you as much as he does and also gift you luxury goods she thinks you'd like as well.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to love giving you surprise hugs, especially back hugs. He enjoys seeing your shocked and surprised faces whenever his long arms wrap around you to pull you towards him

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to love eating the food you cook. He's a big back and an impatient one. When you're cooking in the kitchen, he'd walk by and whenever your back is towards him he'd snack on the ingredients and run off.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to absolutely take you out to travel with him for his shoots. Especially since he doesn't want you to be away from him for so long, he also finds this fun, being with his soulmate in every other city or country. He loves exploring cute restaurants and cafes with you before his scheduled appointments.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to always call you when he even just slightly misses you. You'd often answer his facetimes to him being in a chair getting his hair or makeup done. If you don't pick up, he's bound to text you multiple times. For example he'd text you like: HELLO?? WHERE ARE YOU?? I'M GETING MY HAIR DONE RN AND I MISS YOU :(((

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to completely wow over your parents due to his physical attributes. A tall half Russian man whose photo is all over Japan, for luxury goods. Your parents treat him like he's special until he opens his mouth. His silliness and humble personality completely loosens up your parents. Your parents definitely talk about how good looking and how his personality is so fun after he leaves.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to have you bent over with the dress he picked for you to wear pulled up to droop down where your arch is. He's mumbling under his breath how good you look and how crazy he's gotten just looking at you while roughening up his pace even more.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to be standing while he fucks you against the cold glass that on looks the whole city. His strong hands claw into you while he thrusts up. He enjoys looking at the prettiest view of them all, you.

-Lev, the type of boyfriend to bathe with you. He'd love to just sit with you in the tub and unwind in the warm bath while talking to you. He'd also shampoo and condition your hair for you. Under the sheets, he'd just love to spoon with you until you both snooze off.

masterlist here

[dilfluvrr10]

Joost x music journalist!reader where joost invites them for a show and they thinks its for work but actually he did it bc he likes them 🤭

Guysss I just wrote thisss. This is my first fanfiction I've ever written, pls pls pls feel free to send through any feedback good and bad. I really hope I managed to satisfy your request. Thank you <3

Lmk if you're interested in a Part 2

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ The Interview ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

I looked through my closet unsure of what to wear, do I go concert or casual tonight? This was going to be huge for my career, interviewing THE Joost Klein, so of course I was stressing over every detail. I settled on a classic little black dress, nothing too much, enough to make a good first impression. I glanced at the time repeatedly while doing my makeup, the closer it crept to 7:00pm, the more anxiety started eating at me. I packed my bag and drove to the venue, practicing each and every question, my facial expressions, my laugh, my smile, every detail. I admit, Joost was an attractive man, a confident man, and a great musician, maybe that’s why I was so worked up. That’s definitely why I was so worked up. I’d been following Joost’s career before his stardom reached an all time high after Eurovision, I had to remind myself to keep my composure and leave any fangirling behind.

When I received the invitation I was absolutely thrilled, jumping up and down like I was a teenage girl again. However, it was different from the usual press releases I’ve received, addressed to me specifically instead of my publication. Despite my usual professional demeanour, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. When I finally arrived at the venue my anticipation only intensified. I glanced in the rear view mirror one last time, ensuring every hair was in place, took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. I had been instructed to enter through the same way production entered and meet Joost in the green room before he was expected on stage. Backstage was buzzing, ensuring everything for tonight’s performance was perfect. I navigated through the organized chaos, my heart pounding with each step closer to the green room.

There he was sitting around a table laughing and joking with his friends in Dutch. “Heyyy you’re here! I’m so happy you came”, his signature smile plastered on his face causing one of my own in response. He told his friends we were doing an interview and to so kindly leave, each one greeting me with that European charm before exiting the room. He gestured for me to sit down where comfortable. He sat loosely on the couch, adorned in black jeans, a white button up paired with a black tie and his signature thick rimmed glasses and gloves to tie it all together. God black was his colour. His cuffs rolled up, revealing a scatter of tattoos on his forearms and biceps. I sat on the chair closest to him but not on the couch next to him, trying to keep it as professional as possible. I really wanted to squeal, ask him for a photo and tell him all about how much his music resonated with me.

“Thank you so much for the invitation, I really appreciate this Joost”, my nerves slipped away as we began talking, his energy warm and inviting. “No, no, I’ve wanted to meet you for a while now actually…” his words hung in the air, his eyes darted around my face as if he was unsure how I would react. “Really, you know me?” I was stunned by the idea of Joost being aware of my work. A soft smile played at the corners of his lips as he nodded. “You’re works amazing, you have this way of talking to people that just…opens them up, you know?”, the sincerity of his words hit me hard. My heart fluttered and I felt my professionalism slowly decay. He shifted in his seat adjusting his pants and clearing his throat. He was feeling the change of mood too. As I thought of something to say to change the subject I noticed his gaze kept falling to my lap. My dress had lifted a bit, my thighs exposed a little. I began to feel hot and bothered, my cheeks burning red, his subtle smirk didn’t escape my notice, only adding to my discomfort. He clocked on to my embarrassment, shamefully, it fed him with confidence. “I used to watch your videos on YouTube, when you were working independently. Seeing you now here in front of me…you’ve really, grown up” he cooed with a meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the rush of heat that grew in my body. “Thank you Joost, that means a lot coming from you,” I replied, hoping to steer the conversation back to professional grounds. “So, how are you feeling about tonight’s concert? Any pre-show rituals?”

He chuckled, the sound sultry and pleasant. “Just hanging out with my friends, like you saw. We try to keep it light and fun. Music is about connecting with people, so I try to keep that spirit alive before I go on stage.” I nodded, jotting down notes even though I recorded interviews on my phone. It was more to keep my hands busy and give me something to focus on other than his heavy gaze. Our conversation flowed easily after that, and the interview wrapped up nicely. He stood up, offering his hand to help me up from the chair. His touch was warm, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I’m glad we finally got to meet,” his eyes held mine for a heartbeat longer before he glanced away, a hint of shyness creeping into his demeanour.

Just then, one of his crew members popped their head into the room, announcing that it was time for Joost to get ready. He turned to me, his smile back in full force. “Enjoy the show. I’ll make sure you have a great view.”

I smiled back, my heart fluttering again. “I’m sure I will.”

[sunnysam-my]

Hazbin Hotel redesign ideas p. 2

I am a bit of fashion, especially men's, history nerd, and I'm also a bit of radio nerd, so here I go, biblically accurate Alastor.

ALASTOR:

Alastor was a radio host (a radio star?) who lived and died in Louisiana. He was shot during a hunting accident, in the head, somewhere in the 1933, during radio's golden era. He cares greatly about his image and always smiles to show no weaknesses. He hates modern technology and doesn't allow his face to be captured by video recording or non black and white camera. His is mixed-race Creole.

Nothing about Alastor design make sense and it pisses me off. Not only it doesn't fit the time, it also doesn't fit his character! Besides, he is too red. He disappears into the background, especially walls of the Hotel.

Alastor cares about his image greatly, yet his clothes are torn. He is supposed to be like Hannibal, yet he looks like an edgelord wannabe. It's awful. I learned nothing about him from his design, other than "he's and old-time radio deer guy", and that's really bad.

Fashion in 30s was inspired by Hollywood, and sport and movies celebrities.

Back and white fashion in this period wasn't that different, at least for men, as long as you weren't poor, but here are some photos of specifically black fashion in 30s. In general I recommend that website if you want to look more into the fashion of this period.

His hair is completely wrong. And it's also really ugly lol. For richer black men a shiny straightening hairstyle was the go to since 1920s. One such style was "the conk" where one would chemically straighten their hair. It left hair shiny, but the process was painful and expensive. It literally could burn your scalp.

Another popular style was the brush wave. It's creating narrow waves rolling on top of head with the sides cut short and smooth. This hairstyle is still present to this day, but nowadays it's done on the whole head.

Other than that, men just wore their hair naturally, but short.

There is no focus on trousers or vest in Alastor's outfit. (Which is wild considering zipper fly was introduced in the early 30s, but was got popular by the mid ’30s). This was time of experimenting a bit with vests. If you wanted to look fancy and/or formal, you would wear a vest. Pants were wide legged, had a high waist and a single pressed line down the center of the leg. Some trouser waistbands were unique in the 1930s, for example a Hollywood waistband trouser. It had an extra wide band with a double row of buttons. They fit very high, overlapping the ribs. they often had netal ring tabs on the sides to tighten the pant to the correct fit without the need for belts or suspenders.

Also, monocle? Really? …Really? Here you go, read this if you're curious. Lots of pictures of glasses included. Glasses stayed essentially the same in 30s as they were in 20s. They were "round with a center bridge in the early years and an upper bridge in the later years. Frames could be tortoiseshell, black plastic, or thin metal." 

Moving on from fashion, because I could never shut up, microphones!

The most probabale one that everyone who is redesigning Al is drawing is a good old classic Carbon mic. It looks like a ring with a metal star and the microphone inside. It can be hand held or a staff.

But, if you wanna draw something different!

Other than Carbon mic there is also a Ribbon microphone (first row) and Moving Coil mic (second row). Unfortunately, they killed Alastor in the best part of the radio golden age, so the mics are still a bit ugly, not gonna lie.

How would I design him:

First things firsts, either he is mixed or he is white, because right now it just feels like a cheep excuse to have an "evil voodoo" character without getting too much backlash. Let's be honest, nobody thought he was a POC and that white face doesn't help. Again, just like I mentioned with Vel, when you're drawing a character with human like skin tone you have to be careful and think how it ties to their race.

Second - fashion. His outfit and hairstyle is a disaster. He has always tried to 'dress to impress', so obviously I would give him well maintained clothing and that 'high quality', formal style. I would give him the dark brown Hollywood trouser with buttons and dark crimson shirt, like dried blood almost. Under a coat or jacket he would have a brow vest, both the same colour as the pants. Highlights would be golden and green or purple. I for one would love to see him start out with a jacket/coat which he stops wearing inside the hotel after he bonds with the people inside it more, but he would still wear it outside and in the finale would put it on again, after his breakdown in the tower. This would show he began to trust the hotel residents a bit before he 'realises his mistake' after the battle. I would give him short haircut, because not even white people wore hair like that. (What in the Karen-core is it supposed to be?). Say goodbye to that monocle. Why is it even there there? Because he is old-timely? What is he, a children's cartoon villain? His design doesn't need more soulless clutter. Give me something that tells me about him as a character. I've seen people give him old radio as teeth or chest and I love it! When it's not too detailed, it's a great idea to make Alastor less like a living human but also less of… just a deer. He just looks like a deer demon. I would keep his shoes, hands and antlers, and give him ears that would fit the hairstyle I would go with.

[Edit: I forgot to mention, I would give him a time accurate hat or a free wavy lock of hair to cover the mark on his forehead where he was shot]

Thirdly, the microphone! My love. I remember the microphone used to be able to talk, but now it doesn't, unless I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure. Now it's just a weird look staff microphone with an eye and that's about it. But imagine something like a moving coil with the metal sign on top of it were the letters on it change. It could be a way it's communicating, in a simple way. This was it could still have a unique shape. That would have been fun to see. I can certainly imagine it being something of an 'unfiltered voice' of Alastor, where it would change it's writing into "Shut up", "Die" or something like that and he would hit it in a reprimanding way to reverse it to "Smile!". I'm just saying, that's a cool idea.

Well, this took forever to make, I actually forgot about this, so it just sat in my drafts. Anyway, if you want to see brilliant use of costumes and detailed, accurate depiction of fashion (especially black and queer) through history in New Orleans I recommend "Interview With The Vampire" (2022). It's also a great show.

[give-me-novakayn]

Random Heartsteel Headcanons:

-Whenever Sett’s mother visits everyone always ensures they’re on their best behaviour (even Kayn). No one would dare risk her wrath by being disrespectful.

-Sett’s mother loves telling the others stories from when Sett was a kid, especially embarrassing ones. He’s ready to chuck himself out the nearest window when she pulls the photo album out (He loves his ma but the boys don’t need to see that). Kayn in particular gets a kick out of it. He’s left mortified however when Zed turns up and does the same thing to him.

-For Mother’s Day the band all bought Yone presents and a card as a joke. Secretly he found it sweet.

-They have a movie night every week, taking turns on who gets to choose. Kayn often chooses horror or overly violent/raunchy action movies, K’sante goes for comedies, Ez picks musicals or fantasy/adventure movies, Sett has a soft spot for cheesy 80s/90s movies, Yone isn’t really into movies can’t say no to a good romcom. Aphelios is a wild card, one week he’ll pick the most gorgeously heartbreaking animated movie known to man and the next he picks a shitty sci-fi.

-For Christmas one year Sett knitted everyone scarves in their favourite colours.

-K’Sante has the most cunty workout playlist.

-Ezreal loves getting piggybacks from Sett and K’Sante. Whenever he gets tired he’ll whine until one of them offers to carry him.

-Kayn once gave the whole group food poisoning. He has been banned from cooking ever since.

-Ezreal takes FOREVER in the bathroom getting ready for the day.

-They try to keep laundry organised but everything always ends up getting mixed somehow. It’s gotten to the point where none of them are ever wearing their own underwear and socks.

-Ezreal is a jacket thief. No one’s clothes are safe.

-Sett can fall asleep anywhere.

-On the subject of sleep, Sett and K’Sante are literally the only ones with a decent sleep schedule.

-Kayn is the most skilled artist in the group. He has a stack of sketchbooks hidden away in his room that no one is allowed to look at. Also never touch his copics unless you want to lose a hand.

-If Kayn wasn’t a musician he’d probably be a tattoo artist.

-Yone is a very skilled coffee maker. He knows everyone’s preferred coffee order by heart and can make it better than any barista could.

-Ezreal keeps a travel journal. It’s filled with photos and little keepsakes from when the band tours.

-During his popstar days Ezreal was forced to hide or fix everything about himself that was deemed imperfect. He wore braces in an attempt to fix his crooked teeth, hid his freckles with makeup, he wasn’t allowed to get tattoos or piercings, his hair had to be styled a specific way, etc. He still feels a bit insecure about these things, but being with Heartsteel has allowed him to embrace his true, imperfect self.

-Yone wears contact lenses. He only wears his glasses very early in the morning and late at night, so none of the other band members know.

-Kayn had long hair for most of his life (like his cannon self) but cut it short after he was kicked out of his old band. I like to imagine it was very dramatic, with lots of crying in the mirror (like that Harley Quinn scene from the beginning of Birds of Prey).

[algea]

hi guys here’s some more headcannons for Lars (btw i’m doing these literally right before my exam🥲)

like i said last time, these are my headcannons, they may not be yours…

Lars loves ice cream. Even though he may deny it, he has a massive sweet tooth. You most definitely can bribe him with sweets.

Lars is a cat person. Sorry guys, had to say it. It’s not that he hates dogs, he just thinks it’s easier to take care of cats, plus they’re super goofy. He would probably own a black cat or a calico. Lars would so spoil his cat as much as possible, you think it’s a little unfair.

Lars’ favorite genre of books is dystopian fiction. Something about robots and future make him excited. He really likes the book Brave New World.

Lars takes you on a date every week. That’s how his momma raised him. He may not be from America, but he sure knows how to treat a lady. He really enjoys going to the movies or the beach with you. He thinks you’re so beautiful when the salty air blows your hair softly around you. Lars loves the smell of the sea and thinks that he would definitely propose to you on the beach.

He is super good at video games. Not like the Last of Us or Call of Duty, I mean like Centipede and Donkey Kong. It’s what he grew up playing, so expect him to be insanely good. Also don’t play him in Super Smash Ultimate, he would shit on you fr.

Lars hates when you talk to someone on the phone when he’s with you. He likes being the center of attention when he’s with you. He also thinks it’s super rude because you’re spending time with him. Unless it’s your mom, then he completely understands and gives you some slack.

His favorite comedian is Bo Burnham. More importantly, he likes the music Bo creates. It makes him literally giggle when he listens to it. You think it’s a little weird, but you’re glad he’s actually enjoying something.

Whenever you’ve been at the lab for a few days, Lars always makes you a bath before you come home so you can have some alone time. Probably the nicest thing he’ll do for you, but it definitely shows that he loves you so much.

Lars doesn’t like the heat. He’d rather be in the cold where he can wear multiple layers instead of sweating to death. Poor dude was stuck with that most of his life, so he loved it when he moved to New York.

Mr. Nerd geeks out when someone talks about Ghost Corps in a good way. He’ll yap on and on forever about it if you let him. Sometimes you’ll have to drag him away from the poor soul who struck up a conversation with him.

He has a photo album like the ‘Our Adventure Book’ from Up, which contains photos of you and him together. He looks at it whenever he feels sad or needs motivation.

He has a system of marks for when you looks especially attractive to him. Normally they’re color coded for the color you wear and have a specific shape for what kind of outfit it is.

Surprisingly, Lars’ love language is gift giving. He loves giving you little trinkets that you’ve mentioned you liked. It’s the cutest thing ever. It shows he pays attention to you.

Lars loves it when you wear his glasses. He thinks you look like a nerd and it makes you 10x cuter. If you’re in the lab and you steal them off him, he won’t take them back until you give them to him.

um sorry if these are a little short, i’ll definitely make more in the future

[boydepartment]

Masks Off? - Jake Sim x Idol! Reader

Description: You are part of Hybe's new girl group. You loved your job dearly but it was always nice to have your days off where you can be yourself. On one of your days off you run into this guy. He makes you feel like yourself without the idol pressures. As everything starts getting stressful, what are you going to do when you find out the guy you're in love with is also an idol? Let alone your coworker?

warnings- fluff, SLIGHT angst, crack wc- 10.1k

MASTERLIST

“Y/n?” The leader of your group peaked in the bathroom where you were washing up, you hummed with a toothbrush in your mouth.

“Are you going out today? Felicity wants to do her vlog today.” Kim spoke, now leaning against the doorway. You spit and grabbed the mouthwash.

“Yeah, I have to run errands, does she need me for her vlog?” You asked, really hoping that you didn’t have to help, no offense.

Kim shook her head no, “nope, she has Jade helping her.” You nodded and Kim went back out to tell Felicity the news.

With your job you don’t get a lot of days off, for the most part you work, sleep, eat, and repeat. While sometimes getting your privacy invaded. It doesn’t sound very appealing to most, but you love it. You loved being a part of the Hybe girl group- Pastel Road. Especially because you can spoil your family members with gifts that will mean something to them. So, on this day off you found yourself going to a comic book shop. You had done research on this specific shop; it looked like it was your best chance to find this rare Spiderman comic book that was just so perfect for your dad’s birthday. You grew up with your dad collecting comics, video games, movies, anything “nerdy” and you grew up around it. You even started collecting stuff in your corner of the dorm aswell. You are very proud to say that you splurged on the Lego Bowser and a couple signed photos from different Marvel movies.

What? You worked hard- you deserved it!

Taking a breath, you got dressed, recently Hybe had your hair dyed so it was sort of kind of REALLY damaged, so a hat was placed on your head. Slipping on your sandals and mask you headed out. Today you didn’t want to have a camera in your face, so you made sure to wear ‘normal?’ clothes. Smiling under your mask, you headed out. You were thrilled to go to this comic book shop, having looked forward to it forever. Preparing for this comeback took a lot of work.

As you walked down the street, you made sure to stop by a little coffee shop to get a pick me up. It was your favorite shop to go to with Kim, even predebut. You smiled at the memories then headed out again. Headphones on, music blaring, feeling normal.

When you got to the shop, safe to say you were really overwhelmed by how much stuff you liked was displayed. Figures, posters, even clothes! You were in Heaven! To make sure you don’t spend too much money you went to the comic book section. You saw whispers online that they had it. When you turned the corner you saw it, cased in glass, shining like pure gold. This was it, the perfect gift for your dad. As you went to grab it someone else did too. He was taller than you, wearing a hat and a mask aswell.

“I’m sorry!” You both said at the same time.

“You can have it…” He said shyly, his voice was unique but somewhat familiar.

“Nono its okay… You were closer to it.” Your voice was shy too, he wasn’t intimidating in the slightest, it was just really embarrassing that this was happening to you. This was like the opposite of a fictional moment.

“I insist, it would be really rude of me.” He awkwardly handed it to you, you tried to push it away, but he didn’t budge.

“I feel kind of bad now.” You laughed a little, holding onto the prized possession. Lowkey taking it from someone else took the excitement out of it. You looked down at your shoes.

“Um, well, you know um…” As he spoke you looked up at him, he looked awkward and kind of funny. From what you could see he looked nervous. It made you smile.

“Yeah…?” You questioned.

“I don’t normally do this but maybeyoucouldmakeituptomebygoingonadatewithme?” the guy asked, his voice raising a bit by the end of it. You never got experiences like this anymore, it was cute. Really cute. So, you decided, fuck it, why not?

“Sure!”

“Wait actually? You don’t have to I don’t want to come off as creepy or anything and- “

“I would like to go on a date with you.” You said.

This was a chance to feel normal. It was breaking rules but… whatever. You handed him your phone, and he put his number in. You tried not to focus on his hands too much, but they were really pretty so you couldn’t help the small glances. He handed your phone back and you looked at the contact’s name, Jacob?

“Your name is Jacob?” You questioned. “Jacob” nodded.

“…Yes…” his words came out as a question. You smiled at him; you needed a fake name. You can’t just be like ‘oh yeah I’m Y/n from Pastel Road!!1!’ You didn’t know him from atom.

“I’m Miranda!” You stook your hand out- you were mentally cringing.

“Like the girl who plays Carly from iCarly?” He laughed and shook your hand. You laughed along with him, somewhat nervously.

“Yeah exactly…!”

Okay smooth, good job Y/n!

You looked at him and his eyes were really attractive too. You could see pretty much ONLY his eyes but still. You felt in a silly goofy mood for accepting a date with this random stranger.

“Oh here!” He handed you his phone and you put your number in. You nodded handed it back to him. Right after his phone started ringing and Jacob excused himself. You stood there in shock; you just gave a complete stranger your number. Oh my god you cannot tell Kim. You think she’d kill you. Looking down at the comic book in your hands you smiled, at least you got the gift for your dad, that is what was most important. Jacob walked back after a few minutes and you two walked the store together.

“Obviously Thor is the best Avenger, his arcs are so beautifully portrayed in the movies.” He spoke as you guys looked through the boxes of comics.

“That is SO not true. Tony Stark’s character had so much development through the different movies. Especially in Civil War.” You said back, leaning against the table.

The man looked at you and jokingly scoffed, “that is SUCH a copout. Everyone says Iron Man.”

“Okay if we are going all Marvel characters, then Rocket.”

Jacob’s face fell, “DON’T REMIND ME- OH MY GOD.” He whisper-yelled and covered his face. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back.

“I am just speaking facts here! He has an amazing character arc, and his backstory is GUTWRENCHING!”

Jacob looked at you, “you aren’t wrong! But oh my GOD!”

You two continued to laugh and look at the different comics together- both of you walked out with a couple bags of comics. You felt normal, and it sort of made you giddy.

“I have to um, go this way.” You said it was time to walk back to the dorm, sadly. You didn’t want this day to end but you’ve been out for a really long time, and you should probably go on weverse and talk to your fans- the travelers. Maybe go live. Even if it was your day off. You felted refreshed enough to do so.

“Shit yeah, I didn’t even notice the time. I have to work on something for my job.” Jacob looked a little panicked, “I will text you.” His eyes squinted and he waved before rushing off. You turned around and went in the opposite direction, grinning to yourself. You never got this feeling anymore; you shouldn’t try to get attached to it though.

When you got back to your dorm you did go live and talk to the fans, Felicity was still doing a vlog, so you were stuck in one of the rooms until further notice. It didn’t bother you, you loved talking about random things with the fans.

                                                                                ~+~

A couple days go by, and you had work with your members. You and Kim sat next to each other on the ride over.

“I was thinking for the recording today we focus more on the intro songs than anything else, then this weekend we can focus on the title track since that will take up most of our time.” She was the leader, so scheduling was really important to her.

“I think that is a good idea!” Felicity said and peaked her head over the seats, she was the youngest, so she went along with whatever Kim said, for the most part. Jade and Q were too busy talking about concepts. Q spent a lot of her free time talking to and being with her family which you didn’t blame her. If you could, you would, and Jade was always with her dance teacher. All of you were very busy people, so car rides were fun. The car was lively, and your group continued to be lively even in the studio. You were first to record your bits of the song and then you filmed some things for a behind the scenes before taking a break on one of the couches. You opened up a game on your phone and just decompressed. You got a text, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

Jacob :] : I am literally so sorry for not texting you, my job had me swamped right when I got home and for the past day

You: omg don’t worry its okay! im actually at work rn! but im on break so i can text

Jacob :] : Im at work too haha, except I am kinda sneaking my phone

Jacob :] : shhh don’t tell anyone.

You: oh i wouldn’t dream of it

Jacob :] : So, I was thinking, if you still want to go on that date with me, why don’t we go out to that store again and then maybe read our comic books together at like a park maybe???

Jacob :] : I am sorry if that sounds lame, I’ve never been on an actual date since like I was in highschool.

You: nonono i love the idea, a lot actually. its really sweet :( it will depend on my schedule.

Jacob :] : Oh, thank god you like the idea, I almost shit my pants trying to figure it out.

You let out a laugh audibly, he was just so cute…

You: no need to worry, i really love the idea. is it okay if i keep my mask on though? i have REALLY bad allergies sometimes.

Jacob :] : I do too so I will probably do the same :] do you have the next federal holiday off?

You: i shouuuld is that when you want to go out?

Jacob :] : 100% yes

After you finished texting you went back to work, which consisted of 5+ hours of dance practice so that was fun! You were sore but it was worth it. Your group has made a lot of progress recently and it made you proud. Kim and Jade were out to get food and the rest of the members were sprawled out.

“Oh Y/n, your phone is buzzing.” Felicity said and flipped over to you, handing you your phone. It was Jacob texting you about his day. You smiled to yourself.

“Why are you smiling?” Q asked, now on her stomach.

“I made a friend at the comic bookstore a couple days ago.” You said nonchalantly. Q looked at you funny.

“And you gave them your number?”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Felicity questioned you. You shrugged.

“They seem nice so.” You read over Jacob’s texts. It was so hard to not smile. He was so dorky it was charming. He wasn’t like the other guys in your industry who tried to hit on you. Jacob was normal…

“Kim’s gonna kill you.” Q mumbled and rubbed her eyes; it was a really long day so far and it wasn’t even CLOSE to being done.

                                                ~+~

The past few days were busy, Pastel Road was recording the show you guys have as a group and once again always practicing. You were really happy to have this lunch by yourself in the company canteen. You scrolled through your phone just watching TikToks. The noodles in your bowl are long forgotten. You smiled to yourself as some goofy things popped up, you didn’t even notice someone sitting by you.

“I’m so sorry to sit at your table, they are just cleaning over there and like, I feel awkward sitting there.”

For a second it sounded like Jacob’s voice which really threw you off. When you looked up you saw Jake. He was a coworker. One of the guys in the group that helped train your group sometimes. He was close with Jungwon.

“Oh no worries.” You smiled at him, he eased and sat down.

“Busy lately?” You wanted to try and start some sort of conversation with him. Jake just looked at you like you had nine heads then pointed to himself, asking if you were talking to him. Your brows furrowed. Obviously, you were talking to him, he was the only other person at this table.

“Oh, yeah.” He said and sipped his drink, “we have a lot coming up soon.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I don’t bite, you know, you can talk to me.”

“I-I know! I’m not scared of you! That would be ridiculous!” Jake scoffed, “I am great at talking to women actually!”

“Alright Jake.” You laughed again and picked up your trash, “it was nice talking to you playboy, I need to get back to work though.” Your tone had a sarcastic lick to it, and you smiled as you walked out. You always found him cute, but you would never think to make any kind of move on him. He is your coworker, that would be disastrous. You are already on thin ice with Jacob.

                                ~+~

The whole week leading up to your date you have been overworking yourself and getting things done, so you made sure you would have absolutely no work on the day. All your fans were astonished to see how much content they are getting out of you, they were not complaining though!

When the day finally did come, Kim was suspicious as to why you were somewhat dressed up and had light makeup on. On your group’s downtime you don’t usually wear makeup being how almost every time at work it had to be caked on. Luckily, you managed to sneak past her, and you practically skipped down the sidewalk. You ordered new clothes online last week to wear out today. This was mainly because while traveling and working you wore the same things a lot. You wanted to make sure your date today with Jacob went smoothly. No creeps, no weirdos, and as much as you loved them- no fans.

You walked into the familiar comic book shop and saw Jacob. Fixing your hat, you approached him.

“Hi!” You smiled behind your mask. Jacob looked down at you, ohhh boy. He really knew how to dress.

“Hey Miranda!”

Who the fuck is- oh yeah… Your fake name.

“You look great! I love your jacket!” You complimented him, he had on a really nice denim jacket, like the ones that have the really fancy buttons. His hat matched the color pallet too!

“Oh, this old thing? Pssshhhh.” He waved his hand and looked away, Jacob being a little shy was cute. He wasn’t really like this over text- and to be honest it added to his charm. You couldn’t help grinning up at him. He was so awkwardly dashing.

“I’m kinda relieved both of us have bad allergies and have to keep our masks on, it would be really awkward to be the only one in a mask.” You spoke as you walked through the store with him.

“Oh, me too.” Jacob sighed in relief, “I also get really bad sores so- wait I’m sorry is that gross?”

A small giggle escaped your mouth, “it’s not gross, it’s human. I wish I got told stuff like that more to be honest.” You both found yourselves in the figure section.

“Wait what do you mean by that?” He asked and watched you look at the different figures from various Marvel and DC comics. You took a deep breath.

“Just work stuff, we always have to be proper and perfect.” You looked back at him, and he was still looking right at you.

“I really understand. Trust me.” Jacob spoke, his voice softer now. It was bad he already had you somewhat weak in the knees. The next appropriate question would be, ‘where do you work?’ but he changed the subject.

“Oh man I’ve wanted this figure forever.” His eyes widened and he blinked fast while looking at the Hulkbuster figure. Your smile came back almost instantly seeing him act like this.

“I actually have two of those if you want one…” You said, Jacob whipped his head toward you.

“Are you for real???”

You nodded, “my mem- roommate, my roommate got me one when I had already ordered one. I couldn’t tell her, so I just have it in my closet.”

“Welllll, if you have two, I guess I could take it off your hands…” He bumped your shoulder; another giggle escaped you and you ended up leading him to the comic book section.

Once again, you two probably spent way too much money on comics. Both of you laughed as you walked to the park. There seemed to always be laughter and small giggles between you two. This date was going too well, you already knew it was dangerous for your heart.

“I’m being so serious, he makes fun of me all the time, these random noises that happen around me are not my fault!”

“Yeaaaah… Okaaay Jacob.” You teased him, he looked confused for a second and then seemed to snap out of whatever confusion had him.

“I have a nickname, if you want to call me by that…” Jacob said, you looked up at him and turned your head.

“Oh? Do tell.” You bumped arms with him this time. He visibly relaxed and he looked down at you again.

“My close friends call me Jake.”

How ironic…

“We are close friends now?” You teased Jake. He huffed and looked away, ears turning pink.

“Well, we’ve texted every day for the past couple weeks and are hanging out, so I’d hope so…?”

“I’m just teasing you, Jake.” You smiled up at him, you watched as his eyes squinted down at you which meant he was smiling too. You wish you could see behind his mask. You bet he had a wonderful smile to match his personality.

“This seems like a good spot.” He led you under a tree and dug through his bag for a blanket. He laid it out and you both sat down. The river view was really calming. It was a little chilly in the shade, but you put up with it.

“Can I read yours with you?” Jake asked, he was shy again and you could feel yourself melting. You nodded as you leaned against the tree, he followed your actions, “just tell me when to turn the page, okay?”

Jake nodded and leaned his head on your shoulder, you were not going to lie to yourself- he smelled really good. You two read comics together until you shivered.

“Oh!” He sat up and you honestly frowned behind your mask. That was until he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you. Your face definitely was warm. Maybe the mask wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Here, it’ll keep you warm.” After, he just resumed putting his head on you and continued like it was nothing. You were left in shock.

Unfortunately… All good things come to an end, and he was walking with you back to the shop where you two agreed to part ways in front of.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Avengers Campus at Disneyland, I mean obviously the superheroes walking around are actors BUT I still love the idea of goofing off and taking photos with them!” You rambled. Jake nodded listening to you.

“That would genuinely be so fun!” He giggled. Your conversation turned into random things until you both made it to the store.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” he asked sincerely. You turned around to look at him.

“Maybe next time.” You swung your bag back and forth.

“Next time!?” Jake’s eyes widened.

Your head was thrown back as you laughed, “yes next time! If you want of course!”

“YES! I MEAN- yes yes definitely next time!” You saw how Jake practically was bouncing up and down at you wanting to go on another date with him. I mean you wanted to scream in your pillow and kick your feet when you got home, it made you happy to know your feelings were reciprocated.

“I’ll choose the date spot next time.” You looked up at him, letting your eyes do all the talking.

“Sounds perfect!”

“Oh here-“ You went to take off his jacket, but he stopped you.

“Keep it, you can give it to me next time.”

The two of you went to say goodbye, but you quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him down to you so you could give him a kiss on the cheek through the mask. Then you quickly sped off, leaving him in awe.

                                ~+~

Once again you found yourself lying on the practice room floor, out of breath. You decided to take up more practice time with Kim. She was next to you, also worn out.

“You know, Y/n…” She turned to face you and you turned to face her.

“I didn’t want to tell the other members yet, but since we are here, I overheard our management talking.”

You nodded listening to her.

Kim grinned at her next words, “apparently they want us at K-CON LA.”

You sat up super quickly, “NO WAY!”

“Y/N DON’T GET UP THAT QUICKLY YOU’LL FAINT!” Kim laid back down laughing.

“I already feel like I am going to!” You said while letting small giggles escape you.

“We are going to announce it later today apparently when we go live.” Kim got up slowly and put her hand out.

“So, lets get washed up!”

Kim heard correctly because next thing you knew you were sitting in front of a camera going live for your fans- travelers. You wore Jake’s jacket not really thinking much of it. It’s not like people would know its this random nerd you met in a comic book shop’s jacket, right?

After the K-CON announcement all of you were dismissed back to work. Now, it was straight to stage practices. Once again, you guys were going to have an action-packed few weeks, especially with your comeback coming up too.

“Felicity try that move again and then we can all go on break.” Q watched intently. Felicity listened and Q corrected her. Then FINALLY, it was time to eat.

The five of you headed to the Hybe cafeteria, it was packed today. You could pick out TXT, Enhypen, you thought you saw a couple Seventeen members too. Today must’ve been announcement day.

You looked over at Felicity who looked nervous, you felt bad. She was still getting used to the whole idol thing. You put your arm around her and led her through. Kim and Q helped the rest of your little friend group. When you guys got situated almost instantly Jungwon came to check in on you guys. He was talking about K-CON or something. You didn’t know, you just went on your phone to text Jake.

You: im finally on my break

Jacob :] : Hey :) I am too

You: im really sorry ive been so busy, ive wanted to hang out and stuff with you and talk but my schedules been insane

Jacob :] : Amen to that, me and my coworkers have been swamped, we have a big thing coming up so you can imagine how frantic it has been.

You: we just got told that we have a big thing coming too

You: wouldn’t it be funny if we worked at the same company lolz

Jacob :] : ID BE TERRIFIED

You: WTF WHY ?!

Jacob :] : um… I am a businessman…….

You: HELP WHAT

You started laughing and Felicity looked at you funny, “oh you’re texting your friend, right?”

“What friend?” Kim looked away from her conversation with Jungwon, “you don’t have other friends- no offense!”

Jade started laughing at the conversation.

“I met a friend at the comic book shop I frequent!” You said back, “h- they are really nice!”

“HE!?” At this point all the girls were looking at you. Jungwon looked around.

“I think I will leave you guys to it! Haha!” Jungwon then sped back to his group. Now you were left with four girls and 8 curious eyes. You took a deep breath before explaining. You left out the romantic nature of it though. Mainly because you didn’t know what you two were yet and because it wasn’t allowed. After eating and letting your food settle you guys went right back to work.

The only other time you got to text Jake again was in bed. You closed your bunk curtains and got comfortable.

You: heyheyhey im finally in bed

Jacob :] : Hey I’m glad you got home safely

Jacob :] : We just got back a couple hours ago

You: you work late too?

Jacob :] : I don’t have a set schedule tbh. It is mainly when they need us, we show up

You: oh man i feel you

Jacob :] : Where do you work? If you don’t mind me asking

Fuck……….

You: i help with idols makeup haha

You weren’t TECHNICALLY lying.

Jacob :] : Holy shit i help produce songs with idols

You: it would be so funny if we ACTUALLY FR worked at the same company tbh

Jacob :] : Should we text it at the same time?

You: why not

Jacob :] : One

You: 1

Jacob :] : Two

You: 2

Jacob :] : Three

You: 3

Jacob :] : Bighit

You: bighit technically

Your eyes widened and you shot up hitting your head on the bunk, “FUCK!”

Jade screamed and Kim hit your bunk which was under hers, “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET UP QUICKLY!” You heard Felicity start laughing and then Q turning off her switch. Your eyes were glued to your phone- he worked at Bighit…

Jacob :] : You’re fucking with me

You: im literally not… how could i? we sent it at the same time!

Jacob :] : Holy fuck okay

You: do you um… work tomorrow?

Jacob :] : Yeah at the building

You: im not at the building tomorrow :(

You were lying obviously, not in a malicious way. You just wanted to get a scope out on who this guy is. What if he knew you were an idol? He could be a secret stalker or something… No, Y/n you’re being crazy. If he was insane, he would’ve done something by now. Pull yourself together.

Jacob :] : That sucks I would’ve asked if you wanted to get lunch or something

You: at the canteen?

Jacob :] : Yes, they have like the best snacks there.

Jacob :] : Well you’d probably already know

You: i do lol but i can act like i don’t

Jacob :] : Cute

The conversation ended around there and you felt insanely nervous for tomorrow. He worked at the same company as you, anything that could’ve gone wrong is going wrong. You need to keep your head on a swivel tomorrow. It wasn’t a fear of him when you thought about it more. It was the fear of losing Jake.

                                ~+~

You kept an eye out for him for the past couple weeks but got nothing. It was weird, he said he was at the building but no matter what you couldn’t find Jake at work. At one point, you thought you saw the back of him. But that was just Jake from Enhypen, not your Jake. It was all so confusing; you were starting to become delusional. Your conversations with YOUR Jake never ceased, you guys would text about your days, meals, everything. He helped keep you grounded in this environment and part of you hoped you did the same thing for him. Whatever branch of BigHit he was in.

You checked your phone as it buzzed.

Jacob :] : Are we still on for tonight?

Fuck, you totally forgot. You honestly just wanted to go home and sleep, but even if you had a broken leg, you still wanted to see him. It’s almost as if you just always wanted to be around him. His energy revived you.

You: yeah lemme just get changed :)

You honestly couldn’t wait, today was stressful with all the work now piling up. Even though your group kept a steady and ahead work pace, everything still stacked. It was a lot, and you missed just being yourself.

After getting changed in the company bathrooms you walked to the destination spot. You guys went out a few days ago to go to a themed café but both of you were awkward with drinks. You and Jake were still keeping the masks on. But even with that fact, he still told you to keep his jacket, you still gave him things that were in your own personal collection of comics, figures, anything you thought he’d like. Jake would tell you small details about his family and you told him how your dad really loved the comic that brought you and him together. Even without seeing each other’s full faces… you still had a close connection. He didn’t even call you by that stupid name you gave yourself anymore. He just called you by petname.

Part of you wanted to tell him. I mean if he was staff was it really so crazy to actually date him? Would it be so crazy to establish something?

You got lost in your thoughts as you waited for Jake by a tree, it was his turn to pick where you guys went out this time. Your heart fluttered in excitement and your brain started to imagine what he looked like behind his mask.

“So sorry I’m late we don’t have time lets go!” Jake ran by you grabbing your hand and rushing off. You follow him, laughter escaping you. Your body was tired, but your heart was filled with endearment and excitement.

“Where are we even going?” Your chest heaved as he stopped in front of a café. He held onto your hand still. Your eyes met his and it became your favorite sight.

“The uber said he would be here in like 2 minutes.” Jake laughed; he was out of breath too.

“Is he here?”

“No- BUT! It’s okay.” His eyes squinted; you knew he was smiling.

You found yourself holding onto his arm and leaning on him.

“I forgot to ask if you’re even comfortable getting into a car with me…” Jake mumbled down at you, “I mean like, we haven’t really seen each other’s faces yaknow and-“ He was rambling.

“Jake, I trust you.”

This was a horrible move, your logical brain that was connected to your idol mentality was telling you to run. But you, your Y/n mentality, wanted this. Of course, that part of your brain won, you were with your Jake. You didn’t have to be Idol Y/n.

“I’m glad.” He mumbled; you felt his head lean on yours as you both waited for your uber.

                                ~+~

“Okay, we are here!” He made you walk with his hands over your eyes. You have never experienced something like this in your life. When he uncovered your eyes, you were standing outside an Aquarium. You saw the signs and read that there was a night event.

“Jake this is so sweet…” You smiled up at him. He stood pridefully.

“I did good then?” He teased you, nudging your shoulder. You started laughing.

“Don’t get a big head about it!”

He let out a loud breathy laugh and you both walked into the aquarium. There weren’t a lot of people there being how the exhibit was at night. You had guessed it was probably the last hour of it being open, you didn’t mind. Any time with Jake was worth it.

They had a good number of fluorescent fish out, you went up to the glass in awe, “did you know that sometimes the fluorescent parts of the fish are just their bacteria?” You asked turning around for a split second.

“I didn’t.” You couldn’t see as you were enthralled by the fish swimming around, but he looked at you with the biggest hearts in his eyes.

“It’s true, so I think if you were to pet one then-“ You stopped when you felt his arms around you, he snuck them around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. Your brain short circuited as he hugged you from behind.

“Is this, okay?” he asked quietly. You hummed a yes, he relaxed, “so what was it about petting the fish?”

“Well- if it’s bacteria I’d think that if you were to pet it, it could rub off. However, I don’t know if it’s like a moth where they need said covering. Moths have dust that they need to survive.” You spoke, he hummed now- listening to you.

“But some of the other fish, have this fluorescent as a way to hide from predators, you might ask, well wouldn’t that attract preda-“

You stopped when you felt his lips hit the side of your face that wasn’t covered by the mask, the urge to whip your head around was strong. But… Something in you told you to not turn around.

“Don’t move, let me put my mask back on.” Jake said, now letting go of you. Your heart was racing even more than when you guys ran to the uber. He actually kissed your cheek; Jake took his mask off. You couldn’t witness it, but he did.

“Okay ready to go to the next exhibit?” Jake giggled and grabbed your hand, once again dragging your lovestruck self.

The next one was a shark one, you loved sharks.

“I used to go fishing a lot back home.” Jake was reminiscing, his hands in his pockets as he watched the animals. You knew he didn’t grow up here, his accent prominent. You never asked about it though. There was a lot of foreigners in your company, on camera and off.

“Did you like it?”

Jake huffed a laugh and looked down, “I still do. I’m not very good at it though.”

You let out a laugh now and Jake continued.

“I’m being so honest with you, I embarrassed myself a couple times. But I still love it…” He looked down at you now, “sometimes I wish that- sometimes I wish I could go more often.”

You nodded, “I have a couple hobbies like that back at home, they aren’t as interesting as fishing but still.”

“A hobby is a hobby.” Jake’s voice was soft, you felt his hand slip in yours. You wanted to ask what you two were. You didn’t want to get played or let on.

“Jake?” You asked him.

“Yeah?” Jake looked down at you, you played with the hem of his jacket, that you were wearing. The denim one from your first date.

“Do you see anyone else?”

When you met his eyes, he almost looked hurt, “no, of course not. Did something make you feel that way?” Frantically, you shook your head no.

“I just wanted to make sure, I am not seeing anyone else either…” Behind your mask you were grinning looking back at the tank. You were glad he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

“Don’t get a big head about it.” He mocked you and lightly pinched your arm, “I can see your eyes squinting- someone’s happy I give all my attention to my one favorite girl.”

One thing you learned with him, the second he was comfortable with you, anytime you thought you had the upper hand in flirting, he annihilated you.

“So, what does that make us?” You asked. Jake took a deep breath.

“Well, me and you are still busy a lot.” He walked you guys through the next exhibit, “I’d say exclusive for now. I don’t want to see anyone else, and not to sound like a dick, but I don’t want you to see anyone else either.”

“That makes two of us.” You nudged him, giggling to yourself.

Jake nudged you back, “I’m just being honest, I don’t want the girl I lo- really like-“

“Oh?” You interrupted him, behind your mask you were grinning wickedly, “girl you what?”

“Really like!”

“I don’t think ‘really’ starts with ‘lo’”

Jake looked up and covered his face, “I’m SO embarrassed I didn’t mean to drop that on the third official date…”

“I love you too.” You said in between laughter.

“I totally meant to drop that on the third official date.”

                                ~+~

That was the last time you saw Jake physically for a while. Well… A week, but that was way too long for you. As much as you wanted to run into his arms and stay there. You had a job, responsibilities. You couldn’t always be JUST Y/n. People counted on you. You huffed as you walked back into the practice room. All your friends were yelling now at each other. This confused you; you were gone for like five minutes to get water.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SPRAINED YOUR ANKLE!?” Kim was erratic in her hand movements. Q was covering her face, and Felicity was running out past you to presumably get the staff. Jade was on the floor in tears.

“I didn’t know it was sprained until this morning! I thought I could get through practice… K-Con is a really big deal for us…” Jade held her leg. You went over to her and pulled her into your arms. Kim stood silently now. The staff quickly rushed in and got Jade up. You had to let go of her even though Jade was practically sobbing into you.

The four of you sat silently in a circle in the practice room.

“K-Con is in a month…” Q spoke, and the air was heavy.

Kim let out a sigh and mumbled to herself.

“We could have her perform on a chair…” You said, trying to find some way out of this. Some way your group wouldn’t have to completely cancel out Jade. It was just her ankle, it’s not like she was sick, or her vocals were fried.

“No, you know she would hate that.” Kim said sternly, “you would know she would if you were actually at home on your days off.”

Ouch… That was a shot towards you…

“Well, what do you want us to do?” Q questioned; you could sense this conversation slowly getting heated. A couple months of practice and stress now all crashing down.

Kim took a deep breath, “we can just do it without her.”

“What!?” Normally, you wouldn’t raise your voice, however, this was ridiculous, “just give her the chair! Yeah, it’s a little embarrassing but she will still be on stage!”

Q nodded along with you, “Y/n is right, we shouldn’t take that away from her.”

“Last time I talked to her, since neither of you actually sit down with he-“

“I have an idea!” Felicity interrupted Kim and got up. She ran out of the practice room. Now down to three, none of you wanted to talk. You were worried about your friend. Someone who you shared a home with, a group with, a fanbase, everything. You shared everything with each other. It felt like hours of silence until Kim went to speak up again.

“As I was saying when I was-“ Kim started speaking and then Felicity came back in the room, but not alone. She had three other people with her. It was Jungwon, Jay, and Jake. The three J’s of Enhypen.

You watched as she explained to them what happened, they explained that a similar thing happened to them with Sunoo. Jungwon took a deep breath and leaned back on the practice room mirror.

“I know you guys don’t want to perform without her…” He started, “but sometimes it has to happen.”

Kim nodded, “I said this- “

“What?” Jake spoke up, “she sprained her ankle not her head.”

You practically jumped up at this, “LITERALLY! Just let her perform on the chair!”

“The chair is humiliating.” Jungwon chimed in again. Kim nodded.

“Jade told me she never wanted to perform on a chair.” Kim said, you and Q looked at each other in disbelief.

Your eye twitched, “so you’re just going to take away that option!?”

“Yeah, how is that fair?!” Jake had your back on this. Normally, you’d tease this weirdo(endearing) but he had your back right now.

“She told me her- “

“People change Kim! They change their opinions! And you shouldn’t take away that option!” You stood up, “I’m taking a walk. If I am not back at the dorm by midnight just call me or whatever. Don’t lose your shit that I’m taking MY downtime to do things that relieve my stress!” Your legs quickly took you out before your brain could comprehend your friends calling after you. Your bag slung over your shoulder, and it hit your legs which were extremely sore. You put on your mask quickly.

Tears welded up in your eyes and you started beelining to the exit, when you opened the doors the warm summer air hit you, even though it was late. Your tears were pouring, and you fumbled with your phone. You called one of your family members, you might as well go there for the night. You’d text the members when you get there and tell them your plans. You thought it was your tears hitting your phone until you saw the ground. Great- it started raining. It was one of those hard summer rains too. Where the air would get humid, and the rain wasn’t any sort of refreshing.

“Hello? Y/n its late for you- are you okay?” Your Aunts voice chimed in.

“Yeah, I just- wait for me?” You sniffled and took off your mask to talk more clearly. It was already going to be hard due to the horrible feeling in your throat.

You heard your cousins yelling in the background, “yeah we are out of town- honey, what’s wrong?”

“I just need a place- a place to stay tonight and-“ You stumbled as you walked down the sidewalk.

“The key is under the ceramic pig near the potted plants, stay as long as you need. If you’re still there next week, we come home Thursday, okay?”

You nodded and thanked her before hanging up and trying to walk safely to that neighborhood. You really shouldn’t be walking alone but you were until someone ran up to you.

“Y/n! Wait!” You turned around and saw Jake running up to you. This is not the Jake you wanted to see right now.

“I don’t want to see anyone from work right now.” You practically bit his head off.

Jake looked at you, both of you soaked, “at least tell me where you’re going so, I know you’re safe.”

“Does it matter to you? You barely know me-!” Your eyes pierced through him, “just leave me alone!” You whipped back around; you were upset, and you just wanted to see YOUR Jake. The one that made you feel normal. Where you didn’t have to deal with this idol bullshit.

“Promise me you’ll text Jungwon, I know you have his number.”

Jake’s voice sounded scarily familiar, but you were too messed up to even think.

“Fine! I promise! Now leave me alone!”

You started walking again, it was a longish walk to your aunt’s house, but you made it safely. You texted Jungwon that you were safe then you dropped your bags. You were soaking wet, it was late, and you just had one of the biggest group fights ever. You felt like the worst friend ever too. You noticed the puddle on the floor and sighed.

Taking a shower and getting into your aunt’s clothes, you were sure she didn’t mind, you laid on the couch. In the dark, alone. You could hear your phone buzzing from the bathroom. Part of you didn’t want to even look at it, but you needed your Jake asap. You hoped he was still awake. Getting up and almost slipping on the towel on the floor you headed to the bathroom.

When you unlocked your phone you sat on the toilet seat cover, at this point your voice was steady and you calmed down. You opened Jake’s contact and called him.

“Hello?” He picked up after a couple rings, you could hear voices in the background.

“Hey, um, are you busy…?” You asked, your voice was softer than usual.

You heard Jake fiddle with his stuff, “things are a little wild here in the ummmm producer office?” It sounded like a question before he continued, “however, if you need me, please say so because I need to get out of here.”

“I need you; I am at a family members house… housesitting…” You cringed, lying to him. You couldn’t let him know you ran away from work to your Aunt’s house. That would look horrible.

“Send me the address I’m on my way.”

The second you hung up- you sent it, and he was there in 15 minutes. You already had your mask on, and he had his on. He wore some clothes from the Hybe gym.

“Did you steal those?” You laughed, Jake looked down and laughed.

“I got soaked earlier when it was raining so I had to change.” Jake snickered and you both sat on the couch.

“I had to shower and change too,” taking a deep breath you leaned on him, “I’m sorry for interrupting your work… It sounded busy.”

Jake looked down at you, “I should be thanking you. It was a rough last couple hours of work…”

“Amen to that…” You mumbled and stretched out. He laughed again and kissed your head through the mask.

“I’ll probably stay here for a few hours to make sure you’re okay before I head back.” He spoke quietly, his voice matched the calm atmosphere of the empty home. You only had the hall light on, that light was dimly lighting the living room.

“You don’t have to do that, I just wanted to see you even if it was just you stopping by… it’s late and your roommates-” Your voice was quiet now. He hummed a no.

“I need this right now too… Work has been nonstop lately with some work trip coming up… I already told them I was going to be out.”

“Are you working K-Con…?” Your question was valid, if he was in the producing apartment, you’d imagine they’re having very late nights.

“Yeah…” He sighed and laid his head back, “constant work on producing… yeah…”

You nodded, that’s what you thought, “do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Did something happen today?” He fully turned to you, “you’re quieter.” You just looked at him and shrugged.

“It’s nothing I want to go into detail about right now…” You looked up at him. Jake nodded.

“Movie it is then.”

You grinned and ran to turn the hall light off; movies were always the best in the dark.

                                ~+~

By the end of the movie, you were both laughing. The work stress almost all gone.

“I haven’t seen that movie in forever.” he said, still chuckling. You turned to him.

Jaw on the floor you spoke, “are you for real?! I watch Tangled at least once every few months!”

“If I watch movies its usually with other people!”

The end credits played, and you got up, “dance with me.”

Jake nodded eagerly and stood up; you laughed as he pulled you close to him. He spun you and you almost fell over. He caught you, just like he always did. The upbeat song made both of you dance around wildly, you couldn’t help singing along aswell. Jake laughed.

If anyone saw you two, the sight would be insane. Two people, sleep deprived, overworked, dancing like maniacs. When the screen started fading to black, he pulled you close again. The black and white credits rolling.

“Can I kiss you? Like actually this time…”

Your heart was racing from more than just the adrenaline, “like taking our masks off?”

“We can close our eyes…” His hands found your waist, you looked up at him and saw nothing but love in his eyes. You nodded. The screen fading to black, it was now or never. You both closed your eyes and you felt Jake’s hand creep up your face.

“Tell me if I poke your eye.”

You started laughing, “just kiss me.”

And he did.

You weren’t thinking about work, or whatever was stressing you out. The only thing on your mind was him. He cupped your face with both hands, the kiss was soft, like he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. When you both pulled away, on instinct both your eyes opened.

The screen illuminating the room, both your faces staring at each other.

“Y/N!?”

“JAKE?! LIKE JAKE SIM!?”

“YOUR NAME ISNT MIRANDA YOU LIED TO ME!”

At this point both of you jumped away from each other.

“YOUR NAME ISNT JACOB!” You yelled back pointing at him. Jake put his hand on his chest like you just accused him of murder.

“AT LEAST ITS CLOSE TO IT!”

“I TOLD YOU A NICKNAME THAT WAS KIND OF CLOSE TO MY NAME!” You argued back with him. You both went silent, and this is when it both hit you. This situation was BAD.

“Fuck…” He mumbled and started chewing his lip, “you know I had my suspicions, but I thought I was crazy.”

“I should’ve known the second you said your name was Jake…” You spoke to yourself. You both just stood there in the TV light.

“I need to check my contract… I don’t even know if my dating ban is up…” He said, loud enough for you to hear.

“IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW, WHY DID YOU ASK ME OUT!?”

He looked at you, jaw on the floor now, “don’t girl groups ALWAYS have a ban!? Why’d you say yes to going out with me in the first place!?”

“We do not! I just- Our group still has ours…” You mumbled, looking away from him. Whenever you were previously with Jake you could forget about reality for a while. Now it was absolutely biting you in the ass. You sat down with your head in your hands, you were in love with the idol Jake Sim… You felt the couch dip next to you.

“Listen…” Jake started, you looked at him, tears brimming your eyes. He felt like the worst person ever, making you cry, “Y/n… I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re right, I should be mad at you for asking me out.” You tried joking. He laughed through his nose.

“The only reason why I brought up the dating ban is because I still want to be with you… I don’t regret asking you out…” Your eyes stayed on him as he spoke, “I can’t be mad at you because I wasn’t really truthful either.”

“Yeah, you’re not a producer.” You laughed slightly.

“And you aren’t a makeup artist or whatever you said.” Jake added on. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you, yeah, it’s stupid and it’s so risky… But…” Jake looked at you, “I feel human around you… I don’t want to lose that…”

“I don’t either…” You mumbled, a couple tears falling, Jake caught them.

“You don’t have to cry anymore Y/n it’s okay…” He wrapped his arms around you, and you hugged him back.

“I still love you Jake, even if you’re the loser I tease in the canteen or in passing at work.” You chuckled and looked up at him.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, “pfft and you’re in love with me, doesn’t that make you a loser too?”

“I guess it does.”

You both were silent for a bit before laughter erupted in the living room, “we are so fucked if anyone finds out.”

                                ~+~

The next morning you walked back to your dorm, you texted Jake to let him know you got home safely. He thanked you for telling him and you took a deep breath before walking into the lion’s den.

“Y/N YOURE HOME!” Felicity ran up to you and tackled you. Kim sat at the island; she didn’t even look your way.

“I am, I texted you guys’ last night that I was staying at my aunts.” You laughed as you tried to fix your hair. Q emerged from the hallway and hugged you too. After reuniting with her Kim finally approached you.

“I’m sorry, I let my stress get the better of me.” She said, “I should’ve asked Jade her opinion on it before making rash decisions. I am the leader, and it was my bad…”

You smiled and pulled Kim into a hug, “its okay! We are all learning.” She sighed in relief and gave you the update on Jade. Jade wanted to perform; it would just be on the stupid chair. She said she had to suck it up.

After that, the next few weeks were swamped. K-Con was coming up FAST. Next thing you knew you were arriving at the airport. Ironically your group arrived at the same time as Enhypen. You saw your Jake and he went to wave at you before Jungwon smacked him upside the head.

No dating rumors today!

Q looked at you funny, then her jaw dropped. She covered it by pretending to sneeze. Cameras were surrounding you all so you can’t imagine the scolding you were about to get from Q when you got on the plane with staff.

Once settled on the plane you looked to Q, her eyebrow up, “did you and Jake become close when he chased after you?”

“Yeah, you can say that.” You said, ignoring your phone buzzing.

“Did he run after you in the rain?”

You nodded, “he did…”

                                ~+~

Your group was about to go on the red carpet, nerves fueled you all. It was your first serious event and it had all of you shaking in your boots.

“What if I vomit?” Felicity said and gripped onto you, her acrylic nails stabbing into you.

“At least you aren’t wearing a boot! The staff made me wear one that doesn’t even help my foot!” Jade said and looked at her.

“What’s important is that you’re here.” Kim spoke and smiled at Jade. Q nodded and gave Jade a squeeze on her shoulder.

“Ready?” Kim asked you all. The five of you smiled and walked into the flashes of cameras. The interviews went smoothly, everything went smoothly. Your group was praised for growing so quickly and how hard you all worked. This is what made your job worth it.

You found your seats backstage and saw all the snacks, “ohhhhh my gosh!” Jade limped over to the snack table.

“Ugh Jade is so lucky; she gets the chair so she can eat without getting sick on stage!” Felicity whined. As your friends started fighting for snacks, you excused yourself to the hallway. You wanted to talk to the staff about your stage outfit, there was a part that was itchy, and you wanted to see if they had cloth to stick under it.

As you walked down the hallway, someone pulled you into a corridor, you yelped until you saw it was Jake.

“Hey.” He smiled down at you.

“You know people are filming behind the scenes stuff around every corner.” You looked around, his hand still holding yours.

“I already cheeeecked.” Jake spoke, he looked at you, “its weird seeing you in an idol getup.”

You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing, “what do I look bad?”

“WHAT NO!” He said loudly, now waving his hands around in defense. You started laughing as you leaned against the wall in front of him. You had to create some sort of distance- just in case.

“I am excited to see your performance tonight.” You now calmed down from your laughter, Jake grinned at you.

“I’m excited for you to see it, I feel bad for not being able to see you often.” The second part of the sentence was quieter.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, “you see me if our lunches match up.”

“You know its not enough.” He stepped closer to you, his hand held yours again. He went to lean in to kiss you, but you heard one of his members calling for him.

“Duty calls…” You whispered to him before skipping off.

                                ~+~

All the performances went smoothly, your group went live at the end and people started leaving comments about something.

“Did you see Enhypen’s reaction to the performance?” Kim read aloud. You were messing with your pajama pants on Q’s hotel bed as the live went on.

“No… Did they hate it?” Jade joked and looked around.

Q started laughing and looked at the comments with Kim.

“Jake looked like a dog watching it!?” Felicity said, peeking over the two older girl’s shoulders. You turned away from the camera pretending to sneeze to hide your smile. He was so dumb, in a good way of course.

“Enhypen is a group that helps us a lot,” Kim started.

She continued to explain how the group helps your group train, how you all were thankful for them. At the beginning of becoming an idol and even during that time there are a lot of struggles, so having friends really helps.

At the end of the live you guys went to your separate rooms, you all decided to pay out of pocket if you wanted a separate one. You flopped on your bed, exhausted. You were still jetlagged and so when there was a knock on your door, you sighed and got up.

When you looked through the peephole you saw a familiar mask. You swung open the door and pulled him in.

“What are you doing here?” You shut the door behind him.

“I wanted to see you, I have the day off tomorrow, do you?” He giggled and took his shoes off, and put his bag down, make yourself comfortable you guess.

“Yeah, I do why?”

You sat down on your bed, and he flopped next to you, “I emailed you something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you emailed me something? What year is it 2008?”

Jake gave you a deadpan look before breaking out in a smile, “haha very funny… I also brought legos.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, “what kind?”

“Do you have no faith in me as a boyfriend?” Jake whined; you shoved him lightly.

“You aren’t my boyfriend! You haven’t asked me!” You whined back. Jake looked up at you, he was laying down. He had a look on his face. Like he was up to something.

“What.” You asked, “you have a devious look…”

“MY LOOK OF LOVE ISNT DEVIOUS!”

You quickly covered his mouth, “you are so loud!” You started laughing and he smiled behind your hands. He muffled something, you looked confused. He muffled again before uncovering your hands.

“Check your email!”

“Fine fine!” You laughed and got up to check your phone, you stood leaning against the hallway. You opened your email and looked at him one last time before reading it.

“Oh my god…”

You already heard Jake’s giggles, you didn’t even have to look at him, “we are going to Disneyland!?”

“You mentioned it on our first date that you wanted to go! Plus, they have that Tangled section too!” Jake said and got up. You felt like crying, like you didn’t deserve him. When he was in front of you, you sat your phone down and hugged him.

“One thing though…”

You pulled away as he spoke, “only my girlfriend gets to go with me.”

“Making another deal with me?” You teased him, your arms around his neck. Jake grinned down at you.

“Is it working?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s a deal.” You smiled and kissed him.

[sassycheesecake]

yakuza!Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader "The Panther"

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, blood, violence, death

Kenma is currently walking down the hallway towards his friend and Kumicho’s room of Nekoma headquarters, Tetsurō Kuroo.

He has a big notepad in his hands, news from the spies in the city about their rivals the Crows of Karasuno.

The sound of his all star sneakers echo on the black marble floor, it’s shine shows that the place is kept tidy and clean.

Finally arriving at the door, before Kenma can even knock, he hears giggles from your side and loud obnoxious kisses from Kuroo‘s side that the dyed blonde wishes he could immediately erase from his brain.

Nonetheless, he sighs in annoyance and knocks loudly, a habit he thankfully put on after the last time he walked in without knocking.

Needless to say, he’s been scarred of the image of you, naked, on top of Kuroo, giving him a blowjob.

"Who is it? I specifically said not to be disturbed." Kuroo answers with anger in his voice.

"It’s Kenma. I know you said that but Yaku said that he caught some crows in our habitat. Trying to convince our usual costumers that their shit is better than ours."

The Saiko Komon hears shuffling on the other side, along with some squeaks of the bed.

"Come in." Kuroo calls his trusted friend and advisor in.

Opening the door, Kenma sees you and the ravenette getting dressed.

You having put on a red silk robe, fix your hair a little bit to the side, trying to cover your hickeys while Kuroo just puts on loose sweats, staying bare-chested.

His whole upper body is covered in tattoos, on his back a giant black panther roaring into the viewers face, his left arm a mixture between various skulls that have water and fire going through them like a wild tornado. On his other arm, dark clouds with red spider lilies and a scarred face of a geisha decorate his skin.

On his chest however, is a Japanese cherry blossom flower with your name in it and it’s Kuroo‘s most important tattoo. It shows he is bonded to you for the rest of your lives, he wears it on his skin with pride and smugness.

You however have not a single patch of ink on your skin.

"Hello Kenma." You smile with a blush on your face, clearly still flustered by your previous activities with your lover.

Kuroo is walking around the bed with the messy sheets towards Kenma and the golden-eyed man spots an open pair of handcuffs at the headboard and he looks away to the side, embarrassed on the inside to figure out what the the two of you have been doing.

"Hey (Y/N)." Kenma replies back quietly, keeping his focus on the ravenette with the messy hair and lipstick marks across his face, neck and chest.

"Kitten, why don’t you get us something small to refresh on? I could go for a Campfire Straight Rye with some ice in it." Kuroo turns to you with a smile, while taking Kenma‘s notepad from him.

You nod and make your way to the attached kitchen, ah the luxury of Kuroo’s belongings never fails to amaze you.

While you’re gone, Kuroo‘s smile is instantly gone and replaced with a frown.

Looking over the notes and attached photos of beat up faces, Kuroo rubs his hand over his tired face, the responsibility over an entire organization sometimes kicks his ass and he wishes that he could spend it more with you instead.

"So where are the little rats now?" Kuroo asks while cracking his neck from side to side.

"In the torture room. Yamamoto and Kai are currently trying to gather information out of them as we speak."

You return from the kitchen, in one of your hands a small glass with honey-colored liquid and round ice cubes floating in it.

Handing it to him, he wraps his long arm around your waist, pulling you to his side while giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, not caring that Kenma is still in the room.

Gulping down the drink in one go, the ravenette hands the glass back to you with a small smile.

"Thanks baby. I am really sorry, I gotta take care of some business with Kenma." He leans his forehead against yours, rubbing your nose with his.

"No worries, I understand, I‘ll be waiting here." Giving you one last kiss, Kuroo picks up his discarded white shirt from the floor, following the Saiko Komon into the direction where they torture and question people for information.

"Kuroo, you’re covered in (Y/N)‘s lipstick, clean yourself up if you want to keep your reputation."

Rubbing his face off, he gets most of the kiss marks off, grinning sheepishly at his friend.

"That feisty little cat needs to mark her territory. You know her."

"Please spare me the details." Kenma says in disgust.

Standing guard in front of the door, Lev let’s both of them inside and Kuroo can hear the throwing punches and the groans of pain that follow by it.

"Ahhh, Eiji my friend, long time no see." Kuroo sings in greeting.

Hearing the leader‘s voice, Yamamoto stops and steps aside.

The middle aged man that is hunched over in a strapped chair looks up with big eyes, fear reflecting among them.

Eiji works as one of the spies for Karasuno, unfortunately the cats caught him faster than he could escape.

"Where’s your friend? I thought you birdbrains work in teams together." Kuroo bends down a bit, looking into the blonde man‘s face.

Eiji doesn’t answer, still struck with fear, parts of his face swollen and already turning blue.

Grabbing his short hair, Kuroo raises Eiji’s head which has him flinching strongly.

"Answer me dipshit. Why the fuck would you think it’d be a smart idea to enter our district?" The Kumicho almost roars like an angry panther.

"I-I am sorry! The boss said I should try to expand the Crows‘ grounds. I-I was just trying to sell a little bit I swear!" Eiji cries in fear.

Kuroo hums, only giving a snap of his fingers towards Yamamoto and he understands immediately.

When the blonde saw that his torturer pulls out his Sig P938, he is shaking, desperately trying to get Kuroo‘s mercy.

Before Eiji can say anymore though, Yamamoto pulls the trigger.

The blood from Eiji‘s head lands on Kuroo‘s face and partly on his shirt.

A sudden vibration of his phone makes the ravenette curious, opening it up to see it’s a nude picture from you and he grins widely like a Cheshire Cat, texting you back as he turns to walk back to his room.

"If you‘ll excuse me now, I gotta finish what I started earlier." Kuroo lastly says before going back to the direction of his room where you wait in anticipation.

When Kuroo is gone, Yamamoto snickers while he cleans the blood off of the instruments he used on Eiji.

"He is so whipped for that woman. Did you know he has her contact saved as 'Feisty little minx'?" Yamamoto laughs.

"Well be glad you haven’t seen them having sex, it still haunts my nightmares." Kenma adds bluntly with a shudder.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Did you know you can move onto other brainrots and STILL be stuck brainrotting on the old thing too? My brain is a decaying piece of wood that has become an essential breeding ground for several species of rot. One of them is still the BatFam variety, so onto the next member!

Initial traces of Carrie Kelley, my child! Be honest, how many of you who have seen the Nightwing and Red Hood posts thought that I was doing Tim next? Well HA! Joke’s on you, I make the rules here! I have a very specific order in my head, and I will stick to that order!

Carrie is technically an elseworld’s Robin from The Dark Knight Returns, but Robin is my favorite superhero, and anyone who has been Robin will get my attention (yes Robin. Not Batman or Nightwing or any of the individual characters who have been Robins. Robin as a hero, regardless of who it is, is my favorite). At this point, she’s actually graduated to Catgirl and then her own iteration of Batwoman, but in my head, she’s the same age as Damian or younger, so she gets to stay Robin in my art for a bit.

I did two traces here because, unlike other Batfam characters, Carrie is in so few comics that I can’t just FIND a perfect, full body action pose from an angle that I like. The first trace is by far the most popular and easy to find picture of her, but it has her hair blowing around in the wind. This is a Problem, you see, because Carrie’s hair is a special challenge for me. In The Dark Knight Returns, she has this very distinctive hair shape that I do not like looking at OR drawing. So I knew the pose I used for my reference was going to need to be a pose where I could update her hairstyle. But, I also needed a full body, and that first photo is iconic, so two for the price of one again.

Stylization time! Carrie was honestly really easy to stylize, her hair is just a bit of a nightmare for me. I finally got a handle on it after the complete project, but it took a WHILE! Anyway, I more or less just lifted her updated hairstyle from her Batwoman costume and some cosplayers. And no, I’m not giving her pants. Damian and Tim are edgy Robins, they can have pants. Dick, Jason, and Carrie are not edgy Robins, so they get short shorts. I did give up on coloring her sleeves green. Too much of one color for me to effectively handle when her gloves overlap her sleeves. Also, I need to draw more characters with capes. They’re so fun to draw!

Characterization pose! In the comics, Carrie wears her goggles as a civilian too. I interpret this as her needing glasses, so I gave her regular glasses instead because wearing the same distinctive goggles you wear as a superhero is maybe not the best way to keep your identity secret. Comics Carrie has like one friend that you don’t see after she puts on the costume, and her parents don’t remember they have a kid, so it’s not like she has a whole lot of people to be hiding her identity from, but it’s the thought that counts. Schoolmates and random civilians and nosy reporters and all that.

I put her in a Girl Scout uniform for her civvy outfit because I think that it’s important to her character. The whole reason Batman took her on was because she was 1) crazy/traumatized/determined enough to buy herself a Robin costume, fight petty crime on her own, and follow him into dangerous situations and 2) used her Girl Scout first aid training to save batman’s life and splint his arm after he got his sh*t rocked in an ill-advised fight. I figured a salute, even if it’s a bit of a sassy one, was a good pose for her not just because of this, but also because The Dark Knight Returns is a very depressing comic, and so Batman calls her “good soldier.”

If you saw the first two posts, you may notice that I did not trace the hero text for this one, and that I used the same font for both names. This is because 1) I didn’t feel like the regular Robin font with the spiky R fits Carrie’s vibe, but she doesn’t have any comics covers of her own I can steal from and 2) I feel like Carrie’s personality is the same as Robin and Carrie. Unlike with almost everyone else, there’s no posturing, no distinction, no divide there. So the same font works for both personas.

Nightwing Edition

Red Hood Edition

[cornix-the-void-crow]

Here is updated colour design for RHD au Alastor. He became very purple

And here are notes on his design!

The reason why he became more purple is because contracts cause demons to shift their forms under influence of owner of their soul. Therefore Velvette's purple affected/infected Alastor's red and magenta (?) of his hair.

I am of the opinion that powerful demons and overlords can afford to wear less practical for their demonic traits clothing because they can defend themselves just fine without using everything in their arsenal. Other demographic that would wear impractical clothes are those under protection of powerful demons and expectation to look specific way, like actors and models. Average demon cannot afford that luxury, and so have to adapt their clothes to their demonic traits. Therefore, no shoes for Alastor, because he is no longer an overlord and has to use more things to his advantage. He has leg wrap things though.

Alastor, without his intimidation, is really pretty and cute, let's be honest. In fact, this prettiness and cuteness is what caused Velvette to essentially snatch him under Vox's non-existent nose. Because of that, Alastor can't hide his more cute aspects of his appearance, like his tail.

Even worse, under contract's influence, new cute traits started to appear, like fawn spot-like freckles.

The hair was cause of a lot of yelling, after Velvette learned that he has been straightening it almost every day for over 80 years.

High-waisted swing pants and bishop sleeves on Alastor is my favourite type of look, that would be the truth. In lore though, there is some gender fuckery that's going on with Alastor, because he quite literally wears what women wore (if they were to wear pants that were not workwear) in 1920s and 1930s.

The bowtie is actually ascot tie, tied in what is called a strawberry knot. It also has a little deer head tie pin.

Cane is a fashion accessory, but microphone is a conduit of power that is no longer Alastor's. So his microphone was morphed into a cane.

His eyesight was actually aided by his powers, and now, with most of the powers gone, he actually needs prescription glasses. They sit on his nose and have beaded chain looping around his neck, as to not lose them.

Make up is part of being a model, and while the make up stylist that works with Alastor on set is fine with being occasionally eaten, Alastor kinda developed a habit of doing some of make up himself, just to avoid unnecessary touches from others. (And here is where the vintage vanity compacts rabbit hole started)

The ponytail is stylish, and hair bow is cute, that's just it

You would ask, how can Alastor be a model if he cannot appear on camera? Well, he probably can appear on film photographs, shown by that photo with Vox. Therefore the modelling photoshoot would be made initially using early 20th century film cameras, which would be then digitised and posted on the Internet. Polaroids work too, weirdly enough, but not the modern ones that are more digitised

[tonydaddingham]

lmao guess whos activated ✨blathering oaf mode✨ again (clue: its me)

(cut because length and spoilers, read at your own peril)

so this post got me spiralling into detective mode again and yes i know douglas suggesting it might have been war/pollution but i have certified trust issues™ and i dont believe that for one darn second

BUT

i also don't think it's a kiss. lemme explain horrifically

so i took another look at the two frames we have of The Leaked Smooch™ and the background has a lot to be desired (if you take into account that the boys are taking up most of the frame (duh), plus already fairly average quality video PLUS compression from when i captured it)

but i think we can safely rule out that The Leaked Smooch™ doesn't happen in the theatre here, mainly because even though the quality is bad, the glasses in the Smooch™ are crowley's modern ones, not the ones we saw him wear in the 1941 flashback in s1, plus his hair is differently styled... so yes can pretty confidently say this is not the kiss we are looking for

so i wanted to pinpoint what era the theatre bit is actually set in, and therefore i set about identifying the theatre in question. turns out kids that im not a good researcher (despite it literally being my job) so it took FUCKING AGES but i eventually found set photos of the boys entering a theatre, specifically the hippodrome in bo'ness:

now this was a turn-up for the books, because that's crowley's 1941 costume right??? id recognise that iconic fit anywhere. az's costume is trickier to pinpoint bc he wears the same damn thing but pretty sure this is a match to the church scene:

so we know from s1 that we have the church scene yada yada, and crowley offers aziraphale a lift home... which we know he accepts given that the s2 trailer gives us the ✨Dinner of '41✨ scene:

the other bit however to this puzzle is that there ALSO a set pic of aziraphale at the hippodrome in his magician's outfit. given the frame from the trailer where he looks like he's about to brick it going on stage, surrounded by lovely burlesque girlies and dame siân phillips in period dress, AND there were extras on the set dressed in ww2-type army uniforms, so i think it can be fairly surmised that this bit also occurs in the 40s

so my thought process is that we're getting two separate scenes (kinda) from the 40s, we have the church bit from s1 plus the Dinner of '41 scene as its own entity, but then, like

aziraphale is doing his magic act as a side hustle to this burlesque show? and crowley turns up to watch him, hiding out up in the box?

if we follow this completely made up narrative ive just come up with, aziraphale, im assuming, finishes up and gets changed into his normal clothes, and then goes up to this box to meet crowley?

to this end, i captured and slowed down the bit in the opening sequence where aziraphale and crowley (sorry douglas, not buying it) are in the box... and-

now to my eye, the motion of them in the clip looks like they are dancing? i don't have the source to hand but we've had it confirmed that a choreographer was brought into s2, not impossible az would go up to meet crowley after his magic act, whilst there's still something going on on the stage, and the two end up dancing or something? and az bless his heart gets spooked from that?

im reasonably convinced that this might be the origin of the 'you go too fast for me' line - something happens and ultimately aziraphale gets spooked given that he's only just realised he has Feelings for crowley, and so my boy fucking legs it (a lil post i made a while ago about this exact scenario if you'd care to peruse)

other thing to note:

there is a figure that is lurking behind aziraphale and crowley in the box, which looks like it moves specifically in sync with crowley, so it could be a shadow, or someone/thing is in the box that they aren't aware of 👀 so maybe this thing (?) witnesses it all? whatever went down in the box?

so in my addled feral mind, ive come up with a speculation that even as im breathing life into it sounds unhinged and so implausible it's hilarious -

i put to you, members of the jury, that something was meant to happen in that box, and it didn't... that something being that crowley makes a move of some kind - kiss, dance, hug, declaration, WHATEVER - and aziraphale was meant to accept it/reciprocate/idk, but didn't.

and that fucks with the plan, and for lack of better terminology creates a nexus event (lmao thanks loki) which in turns starts screwing with other events, somewhat like i theorised in this post here tehe

are aziraphale and crowley, essentially, the earth's endgame? idk about u but ive read enough angst fics to know that it's not inconceivable that crowley and aziraphale's mere existence may have been part of god's plan to represent free will on earth, defend humankind, and give balance and meaning to it

so what would happen if aziraphale essentially rejected that? did the most human thing possible and resisted the plan? idk i feel at this point i am just writing a fic and this will all be ludicrously incorrect bUT half the fun is torturing yourself over your own theories right 🙃

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi... regarding the recent Ewan crumbs (he looks amazing btw) ,I would like to ask whether these pictures are clicked on separate occasions. I was reading some comments on the pant change and I noticed where he is wearing the white t-shirt his hair looks longer and the beard is denser? My guess is that the nfi pic was clicked before MOTY and the white one after it. What do you think? Sorry for the dumb question but I was just curious.

Also a lot of people were speculating that the glasses were prop but they don't match Michael Gavey's glasses,I might be wrong tho. Could it be a prop or Ewan wears reading glasses?

I think the pictures were taken on the same day, as War Child would have sent him both shirts and asked for the pictures by a specific date. I think he's changed his trousers just to mix up the looks a bit - the difference in hair and beard is literally just the angle - he's holding his head up in one photo, whereas in the other he's looking straight on. You can tell they were taken at the same time, as the lighting is the same in both.

I've seen people say they were Michael's glasses - it's not a high enough quality picture for me to believe they aren't. Ewan definitely doesn't wear readers though, there are pictures of him reading behind the scenes on the Last Kingdom and he's never wearing glasses.

[laurfilijames]

Lust and Lace

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Evan Lace x female reader

Words: 4,284

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Stripping. Masturbation. Unprotected intercourse. Oral sex (F receiving). Exhibitionism. Cursing.

Summary: After waking up to find Evan gone, you go to his house later as requested to join him for an afternoon swim. Things continue on in his empty house, making you the star of the show, letting Evan realize again what's really important in life.

A/N: I love Evan and want him happy and in love so here. It continues.

(Also don't have sex in pools but this is fic so it's fine)

Prompts used for @deanobingo were Evan Lace, stripping, exhibitionism/semi-public sex and smoking.

Here's the song that helped inspire this chapter for you to listen to while reading! Enjoy!

Thank you to @blairsanne for photoshopping the heading photo 🥰

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The late morning sun had you blinking into awareness, your sore, sex-exhausted limbs stretching out comfortably on your bed. With a contented hum you turned over onto your back, searching for the warm body that had sprawled over yours all night between sessions, only to find you were alone.

You knew you didn't dream it; the passion shared between you and Evan was too real to be fabricated, the evidence left on your body all you needed to remember every kiss, caress and moan that took place.

The recollection of your night made your desire strike again, and despite being left completely sated, you found your hands roaming all the places of you that Evan had worshiped only hours earlier.

You eventually rose from the comforts of your bed and the wistful memories that had a permanent smile plastered on your face, walking on tired, achy legs to your kitchen where you discovered a note left by the man who left your heart feeling full and your limbs like lead.

Meet me at mine this arvo

x

Evan

His handwriting was quick, but not too messy, the years of scribbling out paperwork evident in his penmanship; the haste to get business done in a hurry not outshining his desire for order.

You had never been to Evan's house, but knew exactly where it was, and looking out your kitchen window above your sink at the clear blue sky and bright, blazing sun, you thought of what to wear to such a meeting.

A flowy, cross-over dress that accentuated your cleavage became the winner after hauling nearly every piece of clothing out of your closet, and after having agonized over what time to arrive from not being given a specific time, you drove through his neighbourhood, your watch reading three o'clock and the sun still blazing to match as it shined through your windshield like a magnifying glass and created a warm sheen of sweat on your skin.

You pulled in the ramped drive, parking your old, shit-box car on his pristine, concrete driveway, praying that it didn't leak oil all over it; the contrast between his freshly-waxed Audi and his sleek, modern house to your rusty, outmoded ride making you sweat more than the summer heat was.

You smoothed your hands over the front of your dress as you made your way up to the door, already able to see how empty the house was through the floor to ceiling windows that made up most of the building.

Should I knock? Simply walk in? you wondered, unsure how comfortable you should be making yourself in the home Evan had shared with Joanne up until mere days ago.

Luckily, a note written in the same writing as the one left to you earlier was stuck in the door, indicating for you to let yourself in and head straight through to the back.

You did as instructed, carefully walking through the stark white, vacant spaces that you assumed had been filled with expensive art and decor until you were met with a large sliding door greeting you to the patio where the pool lay just beyond.

Evan was in the pool, looking wet and glorious as he smoothed his hair back and flashed you that convincing smile, the sight making desire burst in your belly.

"Ah, there she is," he breathed, wiping his hand down his face to rid it of excess water.

"You left."

Your tone was both accusatory and questioning, changing his expression to more serious as he squinted up at you.

“I had business to attend to and now it's sorted.”

You stared at each other for a moment as if trying to get a read on the other, and before you had the chance to explain to Evan how much you'd missed his presence, he spoke again.

"Did you dress up for me?"

His head tilted to the side while his eyes roamed your form, making you feel as exposed as his blank walls.

"I- no, I just tossed this on," you lied, knowing you looked ridiculous wearing a frock like this, and being used to a far more effortless style, you rubbed your arm nervously as you placed it across your body and glanced around the lavish backyard; fully aware you looked out of place in more ways than one and that Joanne wore designer gear similar to this as a bloody housecoat.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"Take it off, and join me," he repeated, nodding his head behind him at the large pool.

"I don't have my togs-"

"You don't need them," he grinned, leaning his arms against the ledge of the pool to look up at you. "I'd rather you naked than in that," he nodded at your dress, "it's not you."

You swallowed thickly, feeling even more foolish than you already did, the heat that already burdened your entire body creeping up quickly into your cheeks.

"What I mean is," Evan continued, picking up on your discomfort, "that shit doesn't matter. I don't want you pretending you're someone you're not because that's what you think I like…trying to be like her."

You met his stare, seeing the genuinity in his eyes that matched both the water and the sky, and felt your shoulders drop from being so close to your ears.

"Just be you, and be naked."

He smiled, the stretch of his lips accentuating the lines around his eyes and the indents in his cheeks, making you giggle and nod in agreement.

"And take your time," he added, beginning to wade in the water again, "I need something beautiful to look at now everything else is gone."

Fueling the excitement of stripping down for him, you relished in the feel of his eyes on you - already burning with such keen attentiveness - and peeling your hair off your neck and around to one shoulder, you turned so your back was to him, slowly tugging at the strings tied on your waist that held your dress together.

The silky material slipped off your shoulders, allowing the sun to beam against your bare skin, and you flashed a sultry look behind you at the man whose moustache twitched with approval.

You were careful to let the dress fall slowly down your body, revealing you piece by piece along with a white, lace set, hearing Evan's appeased hum and the soft lapping of water against his golden body. The dress dropped once it passed your bum, pooling at your feet in a heap of patterned polyester, and immediately you felt more like yourself.

You side-stepped out of it, your hands crawling up your torso lovingly, smoothing around to your front where you squeezed your breasts held in their lacey cages. Tipping your head back so the sun graced your face, you moaned at your own touch increasing your growing desire, smiling when you listened to the sound of Evan moving toward the edge, the flick of his lighter becoming a familiar noise.

Pivoting around, you met his smile that was interrupted by a fresh cigarette, his eyes glowing as much as the burning end was.

You slipped a finger under the strap of your bra, sliding it down your arm, and repeating the same on the other, watching as the lustful look on Evan's face grew. But, doing as you were told and not letting him get what he wanted so easily, you pulled it back up, earning a set of raised eyebrows. You giggled and tucked your lower lip in your teeth, moving your hand down until it trailed beneath the band of your thong, your fingertips teasing between your wet folds.

Evan groaned as he exhaled a long plume of smoke, his face turning serious as you continued to rub yourself. Before getting carried away, you retreated your hand, placing your coated fingers in your mouth to suck clean, the act causing Evan to put his cigarette between his lips to hold as he used his hands to free himself of his speedo.

A satisfied sense of excitement made a shiver run down your warm spine seeing him grip his hard cock and begin stroking it, motivating you to continue your striptease.

Reaching around your back for the clasp of your bra, you flicked it open, letting it fall unceremoniously down your arms, exposing your peaked nipples to the blazing heat. You peeled it the rest of the way down, flinging the garment somewhere to the side where it landed on the concrete, your eyes fixed on your audience.

"Come in here and get those tits wet," Evan growled, his smoke still hanging from his lips as he jerked himself languidly.

"Patience," you purred, carding your hands over your chest where you pinched your nipples, sending pressure down to your core.

Evan took a wet hand and tugged the cigarette from his mouth, blowing out the smoke with a forceful breath, his chest heaving as he became even more worked up in watching your show.

You hooked your thumbs in the side of your panties, inching them down slowly, following the action with the sway of your hips.

"You look so fucking good," he hissed, his eyes following the path of your thong, his cheeks flinching as he clenched his teeth hard.

A string of your slick pulled away from your sopping lips, sticking to the white cotton, the sun making it glimmer brightly. It fell to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your stilettos, your complete exposure to the elements liberating.

Evan extinguished his half-finished cigarette on the edge of the pool in preparation of you joining him, exhaling the smoke left lingering in his mouth as he stared you down intensely.

You spun around again, continuing to roam your body with your curious hands, and slowly hinged forward at your waist to reach for the strap wrapped around one of your ankles. Your legs remained locked at the knee, providing Evan with an erotic view of your wet folds and puckered hole, and purposefully worked as slowly as you could to unfasten your heels.

Feeling dizzy with arousal, you finally stood upright, kicking your shoes off across the patio, the concrete hot on the balls of your feet as you shifted your weight between them.

You sauntered over to the pool, your eyes heavy with lust, catching distorted glimpses of his readied cock in the ripples of the water.

With agonizingly slow steps, you made your descent into the water on the smooth, tiled steps, the anticipation of having him touch you starting to become too much.

You gasped as the cool water lapped at your heated skin, making your nipples harden even more and goosebumps break out over your whole body. Needing to make your entrance more tolerable, you dove beneath the water, emerging right in front of Evan with an exaggerated leap, the motion making your wet breasts bounce and jiggle enticingly.

Using your hands to smooth back your hair, you opened your eyes to see him smirking devilishly at you, his satisfaction in your work clear on his handsome face.

The waves created by your movements tickled your breasts, and you whined at the sensation, hoping Evan would finally touch you and put you out of your misery.

Much to your approval, he crashed against you, the hair on his upper lip scratching yours as he kissed you with the most intense demand, his hands coming up to hold either side of your face to bring you flush against his body.

His cock nestled between your thighs, and unable to resist the mind-numbing friction, you ground against him until you both were moaning and gripping at each other desperately.

The buoyancy of the water allowed you to easily wrap your legs around his middle, still gliding along the length of his cock, each pass of your hips threatening for him to slip inside. He growled into your mouth, gripping your bum with callous hands, and speared into you to stretch out your aching walls.

You rode him as fast as you could with the resistance of the water making it slower than you wanted, feeling frantic for your release while Evan walked a few steps to the edge of the pool, pressing your back against the ledge so he was able to meet your rolling hips with forceful thrusts.

Your nails tore through his wet hair, the addition of his spirited pumps increasing your frenzy and taking you deeper into the pit of blinding ecstasy, the vocalization of his pleasure dragging you in completely.

Your mouth fell away from his, your screams of sheer rapture calling freely into the summer day, and you contracted around his girth as he continued to drag in and out of you while the coarse hairs surrounding his cock worked against your clit.

Evan gave a broken chuckle, amused at your disregard to the possibility of neighbours hearing, but humbled as your climax brought forth his own. He slapped against you erratically, causing water to splash crudely around your bodies and out of the pool onto the surrounding concrete, the view of your boobs bouncing in his face and the sensation of your tight, wet walls strangling him sending him into a tailspin.

You continued to ride on him as he sputtered and filled you, extending your orgasm until he was left panting and you were a shuddering mess hanging onto him tightly.

Evan kissed you, smiling against your lips, pushing his feet off the bottom of the pool so he floated away with you still wrapped around him.

"You're amazing, Evan," you praised, feeling euphoric in your after-glow and weightless as you were cradled by both him and the refreshing water.

"Hmm, I know," he chuckled, pressing quick kisses to your lips as he waded through the water.

You stayed in the pool until your skin turned pruney and the sun hung low on the horizon, your shivering prompting Evan to fetch towels and bring you inside where it felt drastically warmer despite it being a balmy summer night.

With the sun now fully set and darkness brining out the stars in the sky, you sat perched on his desk, him in his chair, the only two pieces of furniture that remained in his obscenely big house that felt more so without anything to fill it. The white walls seemed even brighter in their lacking as the lights of his office enhanced them, the black night sky contrasting heavily through the large windows that spanned the entire outer wall.

"Are you warm now?" he asked, placing a cigarette between his lips to light it, his brows knitting together as he did so.

"Yeah, I am," you smiled, feeling perfectly comfortable in just your towel.

He placed his lighter back in his drawer and pushed it closed, leaning back in his chair as he took a long drag from his smoke, staring at you curiously as he did.

"I could have this place filled with all that expensive tat again and you'd still be the most beautiful, priceless thing here."

"Is that so?" you grinned, happy that with some true love and genuine affection, a man who had always lived trying to fill that void could feel as complete as he did now.

"Yeah," he confirmed, leaning forward to get closer to your body, his hands landing on your knees to help them drift apart.

The hand that didn't hold his cigarette trailed up your thigh lightly, making you sigh as a fresh wave of desire for him came over you.

You tried to distract yourself, looking around at the vacant spaces, wondering what his intentions were.

"What are you going to do with this place?"

Evan shrugged as he took a drag, letting his blue eyes float around the room as he thought.

"I don't know," he said simply. "I might sell it, start fresh somewhere different."

You hummed, paying more attention now to all the wonderful features of him, lost in your adoration and lust for him once more.

"Would you mind if I stayed at yours again tonight?" he asked, his tone serious and his eyes telling of his insecurities.

"Will you stay all night?" you returned, watching his face grow brighter as a smile crept onto his face.

"Yes."

"Then, yes, I will happily share my bed with you," you purred, swinging your legs playfully in the air.

"Mmm, I did have a lot of fun in your bed," he said lightly, scooching his chair closer to you as he took a final inhale on his cigarette. "But," he continued, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth while putting it out in the ashtray beside your leg, "I'd like to have a little more fun with you here first."

You leaned back on your hands, your legs spreading wider as a sly grin danced on your kiss-bruised lips, happy to indulge him in one last hurrah in his desolate mansion.

Evan stood from his chair and leaned over you, kissing your lips slowly, his towel falling to the carpet. He plucked the fold of your towel that held it together above your breasts with his fingers, his eyes dropping to take in your naked form as it became exposed to him again.

"You're the only piece of art I need," he spoke softly, his lips hovering over yours.

You whined when he dove into your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh until you couldn't take it anymore, shifting your hips to get closer to the edge of the desk in hopes of contacting his body with your core.

"Stay there," he ordered, taking his seat again, his erect cock bouncing as he did.

You squirmed slightly, waiting for him to make his move, relieved when he didn't torture you by taking his time to touch you.

His lips started at your knee, peppering kisses that tickled on account of his moustache, trailing eagerly up the inside of your thigh until he reached the apex of your parted legs.

The smell of your arousal and the freshness of the pool made saliva gather on his tongue, and rather than swallowing down his appreciation of such a scent, he opened his mouth and deposited it onto your glistening sex. His lips hovered over you, barely touching while his fingers gripped your legs so hard he created indents in your flesh, the careful control he executed with his mouth differing from the feral actions of his hands.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, waiting for him to make contact with you, the thrill of not knowing if or when he would making your body tingle.

His lips brushed over the seam where your leg met with your torso, making you jump and sigh out, humming as you tried your best not to laugh with how it tickled.

Evan chuckled, smiling as he swept his moustache back and forth on the spot, seeing this loving, playful side of him coming through more and more making your heart swell.

"Evan?" you murmured, trying to get his attention momentarily as he continued to gently kiss your inner thigh. "I love you."

Pausing, he glanced up at you, his eyes dancing with yours, a mix of emotions flooding the clear blue of them.

"I love you too."

His voice was slightly hoarse, laced with feeling, and not forgetting his earlier motives, he dove back down between your legs and ate at you passionately.

You gasped and pulled at his hair, his waves soft and full in your fingers, your hips lifting slightly off the wood desk to increase the pressure being put on your core.

Headlights from a passing car reminded you of your blatant exposure to the world, spiking your arousal tenfold, the knowledge of being seen by any neighbour or passer by adding to the frenzy of lust that bombarded you.

Evan licked at you expertly, alternating his broad strokes with his lips pulling and sucking your clit to grow your cries, your hips rolling faster against his face.

You glanced between your heaving breasts to watch him work you with ardent skill, his brows cinched together with effort, the dark hair on his upper lip saturated with your slick and his saliva.

Turning your head to face the windows, you saw yourself in the reflection; perched atop what remained of his personal empire, your naked body made into a meal for the powerful man nestled between your legs, the erotic feeling enhanced when yet another car drove down the street.

"Evan," you whined, nearing your high. He hummed in response, holding onto your legs tighter to keep you from backing away from his intensity. "Touch yourself."

He growled into you at your request, taking hold of his cock to tug it jerkily, his moans from self-inflicted pleasure sending you into bliss.

Curses interrupted by his name poured from your mouth, your hand tearing through his hair desperately for purchase as your other braced behind you on the desk, allowing you to arch your back and lift your hips up to prolong your climax.

Evan stood, running the hand that wasn't wrapped around his length over his mouth, a look of crazed hunger dressing his face.

"Over there," he barked, nodding his head at the windows, extending his hand in that direction to guide you, his other still pumping himself roughly.

You blinked in disbelief, licking your lips as you removed yourself from your seat and stood on shaky legs, the numbing aftershocks of your orgasm spreading fresh want through you when you noticed how close he was to coming undone; his head engorged and leaking, his sack tight to his body.

With a mix of nerves and dauntlessness coursing through you, you sauntered over to the window, glancing behind you to see Evan following closely, still stroking himself, his sly grin and dark eyes making your stomach flip.

You held your breath, stopping at the pristinely clean glass, closing your eyes when Evan came up behind you and began kissing your neck, your hands coming up to splay out on the cold surface in front of you.

His breathing was ragged, tipping so close to the edge, making you wonder if he simply would empty his load onto your bum rather than inside you.

No longer needing to wonder, you felt him squat behind you, lining himself up between your cheeks, his smooth, warm head knocking against your tender folds before pushing through with almost painful resistance.

Gasping, your eyes flashed open, locking with his in the reflection of the window as he started to forcefully thrust in and out of you with raw, brutal power. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, moving you to his pace effortlessly, dragging you along his cock and effectively into another surrender to his assault.

Evan came violently, bucking into you erratically as he filled you with his hot, thick spend, his growls of pleasure echoing through the hollow room.

Watching him through hazy eyes in the reflection of the window, you saw him screw his face up in an attempt to refocus and continue moving inside you, the determination to please you again clear on his face.

You slid one of your hands down the glass to land between your legs, taking some of his seed and spreading it up to your clit where you rubbed yourself briskly and rocked on his cock while it remained hard.

"That's it, gorgeous," Evan groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to hang on, feeling you contract around his sensitive head as he began to slip from you.

You wailed loudly, convulsing through what felt like an infinite moment of rapture, Evan's fingers moving to replace his cock to see your climax through. Your eyes squeezed closed, abandoning the sight of yourself jolting and quivering uncontrollably, letting out a final, drawn-out moan as you soaked both your hand and Evan's with a rush of wetness.

A deranged laugh rumbled from him as he stepped away from you, stumbling slightly, running his hand through his hair and down over his face, letting the euphoria of your session settle in over him.

Eventually, you moved away from the window after catching your breath, no longer paying any mind in being seen by strangers naked and disheveled from sex, following Evan back over to his desk where he collapsed in his chair and chuckled again as he admired you.

You sat sideways on his lap, letting him fold his arms around you while you laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in his sweaty, smoky scent that overpowered his faded cologne.

Evan sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss on your forehead, relaxing comfortably in his chair as he enjoyed the simplicity of being with you.

"I'm very lucky," he said after letting minutes of silence stand between you.

"How so?"

You lightly trailed your fingers across his chest, catching them in his dampened curls, curious for his response as you thought how purely unlucky he had been recently.

When he didn't answer immediately, you sat up a little straighter in order to look at him better, catching the twinkle in his vibrant eyes as an emotional smile grew on his face.

"I've never loved a woman at the same time she loved me back.”

He chuckled and breathed out, looking down and blinking to avoid your penetrating stare, spinning the chair side to side slowly before glancing up at you again.

You cupped his cheek, matching his smile with your own before you crashed against his lips, feeling an overwhelming sense of richness that could never be replaced by the things only money could by.

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(Bonus photo of him in his office smoking because he's just so sexy 😩😩😩)

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[dontfeeltoohot]

Here is a tiny 1.1k introduction of my bodyguard au. Eddie Munson, one of Hollywood’s hottest actors, is also the poster child for bad decisions and evading his team. Enter Steve Harrington, the only bodyguard that can seem to keep up with him. I hope you enjoy! 

(Eventually it will be steddie, but currently....not so much.)

X X X 

If Munson tries anything today, Steve swears he’s going to manhandle the guy back to his apartment and tie him to a damn chair. The bodyguard doesn’t have the patience, not when his head feels like it’s going to split open and the world around him feels far off and disorienting. He’s walking around The Grove with the actor and Chrissy Cunningham; one of the man’s friends he actually enjoys, while they attempt to find a present for another person's birthday, maybe Zendaya? He can’t quite remember. 

The thing is, Steve doesn’t need to worry about actual threats, at least, mostly. Sure the pair of friends both have millions of fans, some of which are bound to get overly excited and rush up to them, but he’s been hired as the long haired man’s bodyguard for one reason specifically- himself. 

Eddie Munson is one of Hollywood’s most unpredictable ‘bad boys’ as of late. He’s known to steal, take drugs, party, and put himself and others in danger. He’s gained the reputation of being a flight risk, and knows how to lose every bodyguard he’s had in a matter of seconds- until Steve. 

Steve’s good at reading people, good at knowing their next moves, recognizing body language, knowing places they go and where exits are. He might only be 30, but he’s one of the best bodyguards hireable. And now, as of one month ago, he’s Munson’s. 

The kid; twenty eight but still a kid through his actions, is definitely Steve’s most demanding client. He’s used to random requests from other clients he’s had, but not used to being woken up at three am just to get coffee and stand by a door while Munson shoves his tongue down yet another random Hollywood elite’s throat. It’s exhausting but rewarding, especially in moments like these, when Munson’s actually being calm and acting like a normal human, just out with his best friend laughing at a random joke while a few people take photos of them from across the walkways. 

“Mmm, let’s try there, shall we?” Munson gestures to the large Coach store. 

Raising an eyebrow, Steve follows. The actor doesn’t wear Coach, probably would rather drop dead than be seen in it. His muddled brain reminds him then that they’re looking for a present, not just for People’s #5 sexiest man in Hollywood. 

A crowd is huddling near the entrance, and as Steve passes them, the sound of the voices grates against his ears, making him wince. The one upside of the store is that it’s quiet and the lights are low. If only Munson could take a hint and follow the volume. 

“Do you think she’d want that new perfume? The one Scarlett’s been endorsing?” Munson asks his friend. 

“Probably not, I’d do a purse. I still can’t believe you haven’t gotten anything when her party is in three hours,” Chrissy rolls her eyes and Steve smirks. 

Right there with you, Chrissy. 

“Yeah, well, I was kind of…indisposed last night,” the curly haired man smirks, rings glinting against the sheen of a glass cabinet with scarves in it. 

Steve grimaces as he remembers having to listen to the loud moans coming from both Munson and Harry fucking Styles last night, and the way; after all was said and done and Munson was walking out with dark bruises on his neck and a different shirt on, that he’d looked at Steve with a wolffish grin and said ‘god British men give the best fucks.’ 

“With who?” 

“I don’t kiss and tell Chris.” 

Both she and Steve snort at the same time. 

“Did I ask, Harrington?” 

Steve straightens and rolls his eyes, temple throbbing. He feels achy now, too, he’s realizing, and his throat’s sore. Sniffling, the bodyguard crosses his arms and huffs. 

“Nope. But you did scream ‘Harry’ loudly, multiple times last night, and I think I deserve to make a noise for having to endure it.” 

Chrissy’s eyes go wide, but the kid just shrugs it off as if it’s no big deal. Little shit. Even he knows Harry Styles is a big ass deal. As the two talk, Steve rubs his face and lets his shoulders sag, trying to focus on anything but how he feels. He hopes one of the two will want coffee soon, maybe he can down a shot of espresso. 

By the time Munson has a gift and they’re back in the large black SUV heading towards the man's apartment, he’s still espresso-less and can’t decide if he wants to tell him to shut up or just push him out of the car all together. Chrissy, for her part, keeps shooting him glances, which means she’s noticed he’s not entirely on his game like always. At least the actor hadn’t noticed.  Cat and Mouse isn’t something he wants to play today. 

“I’m going to head out,” Chrissy announces once they get out of the car. “I have to go change, but I’ll see you there lovebug,” she kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Feel better Steve!” 

Face growing warm, Steve shifts awkwardly, always having hated being called out. He can physically feel Eddie turn to look at him, can feel eyes boring into the back of his head as they walk through the front doors of the complex. 

“What does she mean to feel better? You’re fine,” Eddie’s tone is uninterested, like he’s asking just out of pure manners. If Steve didn’t know the guy's uncle, he’d refuse to believe he even knew what manners were. 

“I’m fine. Don’t know what she meant,” Steve grinds out, jaw clenched. 

“Well you have fun doing whatever while I get ready. Might need you to help me with my leather pants though,” Munson winks, making Steve choke on his spit and cough, though it takes a moment to make it stop. 

“If you are sick, don’t cough all over everything, I have so much shit coming up, I can’t afford to get the plague from you.” 

The scoff Eddie throws towards him is enough to make the ex jock feel annoyed. Yeah, he might feel sick, but no way in hell will Eddie know that. 

“Of course your highness, I forgot that lowly peasants like me mean nothing to you.” 

“Damn right Harrington. You could be half dead, I don’t care. You’re employed by me, so if I need you to do something, you do it. Plague or not. Maybe wear a mask though.” 

By the time Munson goes to his room, Steve sighs and sits on the large leather couch, wondering if the actor keeps Motrin anywhere. He’s going to need it with how he’s feeling, if he intends to get through the night. Fuck. 

TBC? 

[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊having a size difference between you and your boyfriend, you can’t help but love how big he’s gotten..

TAGS – obv. size difference, unprotected sex, just the tip, manhandling, joon loves him some thighs, cunnilingus

WORD COUNT – 1.5 k

You notice Namjoon's change in appearance one day due to Twitter losing it over your boyfriend during PTD: Seoul. You're sitting comfortably at home, watching the live stream through your laptop as friends spam you.

Some congratulate you on Namjoon's success and how good he's doing, others like your closer friends tease you. They're all sending in screenshots of Namjoon's Dope/Fire outfit, specifically the part where he grabs the camera. His arms are on display, his dragon like eyes staring into the camera as he maneuvers it around.

You see what they mean, his muscles are more defined than ever. They look full, thick and no longer thin like before when he was considered "lean". You bite your lip and slip your glasses off to sit back and think about how his muscles have grown. You like where it's heading.

Even his shirts fit tight around his biceps. You scroll through your photos and decide to see for yourself. In each he's got you encased in his arms as he holds you against his chest. Your thighs alone are the size of his bicep! The thought makes you drool and blush.

Namjoon's always had a thing for smaller stuff. He likes being the bigger one between the two of you. Often talking about how tiny you seem in comparison to him. He'll compare your hands for example, or comment about your wrist or thighs.

This all honestly feeds into your little size kink because lord knows his dick isn't small in any way. Not to mention Namjoon's obvious infatuation with you being on the "fuller" side. He's the "I want something I can hold on to" type of guy.

He's like this during sex too. Namjoon can barely keep his hands to himself as he holds some body part of yours. Whether it be your ass, thighs, or hips he always has a good grip on you. He's always commenting about how much he loves your body, how it's basically made for him. You love it most when he leaves bite marks on your thighs (and the one time he playfully bit your ass cheek and left a mark).

You decide then and there to pay more attention to his body. Maybe then you can do something about your on-going size kink.

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You’re lying flat on your back, stars clouding your vision as you feel Namjoon’s tongue slowly work you open. His head is between your soft thighs, he has a firm grip on you and a concentrated yet relaxed look on his face. He’s always loved going down on you. It was one of his favorite things to do, second to going to art museums.

A soft moan leaves your lips as you shuffle on the bed to get comfortable. The soft blanket feels hot against your back and you want to move away. Namjoon however isn’t having any of that. He pins you with a dark look, his dragon shaped eyes staring up at you as if he were warning you.

“Babe,” you start with a whine when he nips at your inner thigh, “it’s hot. Wearing your hoodie isn’t helping either!” You quickly defend yourself.

Namjoon pulls back as he pants softly, lips wet with your slick. “Here,” he reaches up to tug the damn thing off in one go, he tosses it to a random corner in the room, “better?”

You nod slowly and he’s going right back down but you whine pushing at his head, “The blanket.” You say, making him eye you with a ‘are you serious’ look as he blinks slowly, “It’s hot.” You meekly add.

He does the unthinkable afterwards: he gets off the bed and stands at the foot, he reaches down and grabs you by your ankle before tugging you all the way down. He drags you down to the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees as he wraps his arms around your thighs. Your mouth gapes in shock, you lay there staring at Namjoon as he gets back to work.

His mouth is instantly on your clit, sucking harshly as he closes his eyes in concentration. Your hands fly down to grip his hair tightly, moaning unabashedly as your cunt absolutely gushes. When he grabbed you like you were nothing but a rag doll, tossing you around like nothing, now that made your pussy throb. He unknowingly fed into your kink.

“Joon,” you choke out, “ ‘s not enough, I need more.”

Namjoon laps at your clit, he untangles one arm and slithers it down to prod at your pussy. His fingers slowly push into you, stretching you out and making your legs tense. He slides two in slowly, curling them upwards and stroking over that special spot he oh so knows about.

You yelp, hips jumping as pleasure spreads like a wildfire. “Fuck baby,” you moan out, “right there.” You grind down on his fingers and tongue, pussy clenching tight as your tummy coiled in pleasure.

Namjoon’s eyes opened to stare up at you, his gaze intense and darkened with lust. You mewl softly, feeling a little shy and embarrassed from his stare. Namjoon slithers a hand up your body, large hand splaying over on your tummy before going up. He gently cups your whole tit and gives the soft mound a squeeze.

Your nipples harden, the chills running through your body as you arch into his touch. “Please,” you softly beg.

He indulges you by tweaking your sensitive nipple, fingers closing in on the hard bud and gently twisting it. You moan louder, body trembling as your sensitive nipple is toyed with. “Oh yes,” you whimper, “about to cum Joon,” you shudder, burying your hands in his hair.

Namjoon doubles his efforts, pulling back as he fingers you fast and hard. Your mouth falls open as your orgasm rapidly builds. Namjoon grunts softly with effort and manages to fit another finger deep inside of you. “Joon!” You squeal, legs trembling and toes curling.

“Go on,” he softly teases, “cum for me.” He smirks.

You squirm on the bed, whining and whimpering because it feels too much even though you haven’t cum yet. You chant his name like a mantra, eyes tearing up from the stimulation. You reach down to grip his wrist but he’s obviously stronger as he plunges his fingers in and out.

“Namjoon..!” You cry weakly, thighs locking up as you thrash a little from how hard you cum.

Namjoon shushes you softly, “There you go baby, did so well for me.” He whispers as he puts a hand on your hips, holding you down as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. “Good girl.” He smirks.

You whimper, throat dry and eyes wet with tears as your pussy gushes around him. “N-No more,” you croak out.

He slows his fingers down, taking his time to remove them, “Not gonna last.” He whispers, standing up as he looms over you with his hand unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, “You were so fucking sexy baby, came so well for me. Could watch you cum all day.” He mumbles as his hard cock springs out of his boxers.

You pant harshly, spreading your shaky thighs for him as you watch. Namjoon strokes his cock with a soft hiss, his eyes fall down on your nude form, he stares at you and licks his lips. “Fuck baby,” he whispers, “got such a pretty pussy.. so small.. like the rest of you.” He teases.

“ ‘m not small,” you mumble, “you’re just huge.” You say looking at his cock and then his eyes.

“Yeah?” He breathlessly asks, “tiny little pussy can barely fit my cock,” he says as he bites his lip, “fills you up just right doesn’t it baby?”

You nod eagerly, “Can always feel it up here,” you pat your tummy, “love your cock, so big and thick.” You mumble out and gently rub your clit as you watch him stroke himself quicker at your words.

Namjoon loves your little dirty talk, he’s moaning and grunting quietly with effort, “That’s it baby, touch yourself for me. Want me to cum all over your pretty pussy?” He says as he steps closer.

“No,” your fingers part your lips in a ‘v’ shape as you stare into his eyes, “in me, want you to cum inside.” You moan softly.

He curses, and suddenly he lifts you up and pushes you up the bed. He grabs your legs and spreads them wide as he fits himself between them. You whine and moan shamelessly as he roughly manhandles you to his liking. Namjoon strokes his cock quickly, panting as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Fuck!” He grunts as he holds your hips tightly, “Bout to cum baby, gonna fill your little pussy right up.” He moans.

Suddenly Namjoon’s groaning loudly as he slips the tip of his cock in you and stays still. You feel his cum fill you slowly and a soft moan leaves you. “Oh fuck,” he whispers out, body relaxing as he empties his cock in you.

You lay there thinking about what the hell just happened. There was no way in hell he just did everything you only ever dreamed about.. You start appreciating the time he spends at the gym, because then it means he can toss you around like a rag doll..