#tone and music festival 2024

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[UPDATE] ONEW will perform at the 'Tone & Music Festival 2024' on June 15! (SAT)

The festival concept is live performances that don't use MR so that the audience will enjoy fully music. It will take place at the Olympic Lawn in Seoul, and the outfit theme is 'deep blue' and 'warm yellow'

[ultrakdramamama]

태양 바람 구름 여름 사이로 빛나는 온유💞 l 톤앤뮤직 페스티벌 2024

Onew shining through the sun, wind, clouds and summer💞 l Tone and Music Festival 2024

[luxuriascloset]

Camila Cabello attends the 2024 iHeartRadio Music Festival at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada.

[bybyefromurgirlodam]

noah kahan playing electric picnic???!?! this is my villain origin story

[pierregazly]

you were my best friend first ꨄ  charles leclerc

charles leclerc x reader

warnings: fluff, charles is the sappiest drunk, monaco 2024, mentions of drinking/being drunk [1k words]

request: 🫶🏻 Charles Leclerc + prompt 8!! Thank youuuu 🤍 ["you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love."]

The Monaco sun shined down on him, his head was tilted back, embracing the warmth that radiated against his skin. Soft sighs of triumph leaving his lips as beads of sweat began to gather against his forehead.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes followed his every move. He was exquisite in every way, and it was like he just knew it. The love that emitted from your heart for the Monegasque man was never-ending, all-consuming, and exactly the type of love you had always dreamt of, had always daydreamed about when you thought of the person that would once be that person for you.

Your eyes still shined bright with unshed tears, the sounds of the Monegasque anthem being sung from around you prompting one small bead of liquid to drip down your face. The pride racing through your body was indescribable. You could practically feel Charles’ happiness, his sheer relief, coursing through your own body.

Arthur’s arm was tossed over your shoulder, pulling your body against his side as he screeched the lyrics of the anthem into the open air, his own cheeks riddled with tears of pride for his big brother. Really, everyone around you had red cheeks, and a copious amount of shed tears.

This was the moment.

The moment everyone in Monaco had been yearning for since he qualified on pole, since they realized that this may finally be his chance. His family, his friends, his country-folk, his Monarchy, it was the moment every single person had been rooting for him for, for years.

It felt like forever while you waited for him to make his way down from the podium, being stopped by every person he passed kept him occupied, a toothy-smile so prominent on his features as his arms wrapped around almost every person who put their arm out to stop him in his path.

Once your eyes finally made contact with his, he rushed over, throwing his arms around your body and pulling you tight against him. You couldn’t decipher the words he was yelling into your ear, but the tone, the happiness, it was so obvious. 

“You did it, you did it!” He eagerly nodded his head down at you, pressing his lips messily against yours, the smile as he did so prompting the corners of your lips to tug up alongside his.

Charles pulled back to look down at you, his glassy eyes conveying words you knew he couldn’t say right now.

“Thank you for being here, mon coeur. I’m so… just thank you,” he said.

You smiled up at him, your words caught in your throat as you tried to keep the looming tears at bay. 

“I’ll always be here, Cha,” you said, a soft smile gracing your face as you continued to look up at him, feeling like the two of you were stuck in your own little world.

It didn’t take long for the festivities to begin. People graced the streets, singing songs of celebration, the clubs began opening their doors, the champagne had already been popped.

The gala dinner passed by quickly, the starstruck feeling of being so close to the Prince and Princess of Monaco was diminished by the drinks that continuously felt like they were being magically refilled in your hand. Charles’ arm hadn’t left your lower back, his body having begun to mould itself to you the longer the night progressed. 

“Are you still okay to go to the club, mon coeur?”

Quirking an eyebrow up at him in confusion, you nodded your head with a slight laugh.

“Cha… tonight’s about you. I will go anywhere you want me to, my love. Just take my hand and drag me along,” you said.

A grin replaced the soft look on his face, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he pulled your body tight against his again.

The music in the club was thunderous. There was no other way to describe the energy of the environment as anything other than triumphant. Everyone felt like this was a triumph for them, watching the person who had felt for years that Monaco could never love him back… to finally feel the love that he had always given so freely. 

Neither of you had realized how much you had drank until you were holding each other up, the Monaco flag held over your heads as someone; still unsure as to who, dragged the two of you along and out to an Uber. 

Charles giggled in your ear every time his feet flew out from underneath him, almost dragging the two of you down with every third step he took.

“Can’t believe you were really here to see me do it, baby,” he whispered in your ear, once the two of you were settled in the Uber and back on the road.

“M’good luck charm, mon coeur,” he nuzzled his head into your shoulder, prompting a shiver to shoot through your body.

“Oh Cha, wouldn’t have missed it for the world. You’re my best friend, my love,” you responded, a soft smile on your heated cheeks.

“You were my best friend, before you were anything else, mon coeur. Gonna talk about how I couldn’t have won Monaco without you during my wedding speech, mon coeur. Make everyone jealous, cause you’re so great and you’re all mine,” he rambled on, slurring his way through his multiple declarations of love for you.

Drunk or sober, the feelings that swam through your body had you nuzzling closer to the Monegasque as your apartment building came into view. You had loved him for years, had been the backbone of so many unfortunate weekend endings; had been there for every high and low in his Formula 1 career.

Every unhappy Sunday had led to this moment, Charles whispering declarations of love into your shoulder, as the banners and chants continued amongst the country. The raw, unfiltered love for the man beside you prompting drunken tears to fill your eyes.

He was Monaco’s hero, but he was your best friend first.

im so sorry it's taking me so long to get these out lol... i havent been in the biggest writing mood lately, but i finished a book tonight in two hours and decided i needed to finish this one. this one NEEDED to get written. love you all 💗

[hoe4hotchner]

Presents | [A.H] - Christmas 2024

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader x Jack | WC: 1.4k | CW: Christmas, fluff

A/N: Here, have a rare moment of Hotch isn't driving the car.

Read other parts here: Snow | Tree | Presents | Christmas

The cold air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped out of the car, your boots crunching softly against the thin layer of snow dusting the parking lot. Aaron followed close behind, carrying the reusable shopping bags with him, his shoulders hunched slightly against the cold. The both of you were bundled up, scarves snug around your necks and gloves tucked into coat pockets. Despite the icy breeze, there was a festive warmth in the air from the scent of candied almonds, hot chocolate, and cinnamon that seemed to hum along with the holiday music spilling faintly out of nearby storefronts.

You tightened your scarf as Aaron fell into step beside you, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the crowded mall entrance.

“This is the last store, right?” he asked, his tone betraying just a hint of hopefulness as he glanced down at the neatly handwritten list in his hand.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s the last store if they have the train set Jack’s been talking about for weeks,” you replied, giving him a teasing look.

Aaron sighed, the sound halfway between exasperation and amusement, though the faint smile tugging at his lips softened the gesture. The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Fine,” he said. “Lead the way.”

As you crossed the threshold into the targeted store, the warmth inside hit you. Shelves were lined with toys, decorations, and bright packages, their festive colors catching the twinkle of the overhead lights.

Jack’s gift was almost secured, provided the elusive train set made an appearance — This was your fifth store looking for that train, you were sure that every single child in Virginia wanted that specific train by now. It reminded you of the Tickle Me Elmo shortage in 1996 that you'd seen on the news.

Jessica’s gift was already wrapped and tucked under the tree at home — a scarf and a new book she’d both been eyeing the last time you went out with her and Jack. Gifts for your parents were packed and ready for shipping, and even the thoughtful little items for coworkers and friends had been crossed off.

“I’ve got everyone covered,” you muttered half to yourself, a small grin tugging at your lips. “Everyone except you.”

Aaron turned his head slightly, raising a curious brow. “Just me?”

“Just you,” you confirmed with a playful smile. “So, consider yourself special, Hotchner. You’re the only one standing between me and total Christmas shopping victory.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he swerved off toward a display of model airplanes, tilting one of the boxes to examine it.

“Think Jack would like this?” he asked, his voice almost casual, though there was a glint of genuine curiosity in his dark eyes.

You followed his gaze, taking in the intricate details of the model kit before shaking your head. “Maybe next year. Right now, all he wants is that train set.” Besides, you weren't sure he was old enough to build the set yet, convinced that Aaron would end up building everything and also would struggle — it was better to save those kids for later.

Aaron nodded, placing the box back on the shelf, and the two of you pushed on. You wove through the aisles together, scanning the shelves. The crowds had thinned slightly, but the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter reminded you of the season’s chaos.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, you spotted the train set tucked behind a stack of board games on a lower shelf — clearly, someone had tried to hide it to buy later. You crouched down quickly, grabbing it with triumph before holding it up for Aaron to see.

“Mission accomplished,” you declared after paying, grinning as you tucked the box into one of the bags he carried.

The drive home was quieter, both of you needed the quiet after the massive amount of people at the mall. The backseat was packed with gifts, some spilling out of your bags, others neatly stacked in boxes waiting to be wrapped.

Aaron reached for his phone as you turned onto your street, giving you a brief glance before dialing. “Calling Jessica,” he explained, putting the phone on speaker. “I want to make sure they’re not home yet. No sense in ruining the surprise.”

You gave him an approving nod, adjusting your grip on the steering wheel.

Jessica answered on the second ring. “Hey, Aaron. What’s up?”

“We’re on our way back,” he said. “Are you still at the park with Jack?”

“Yes, don’t worry. We’ll take the long way home if we have to,” she replied, a smile audible in her voice.

“Perfect. Thanks, Jess,” Aaron said, ending the call and turning to you with a faint smirk. “We’re clear.”

You let out a small breath of relief, your thoughts already shifting to the task ahead — wrapping those gifts and keeping everything untouched until Christmas morning.

Back at the house, you popped the trunk open, grabbed the first load of bags and headed inside with Aaron close behind. The living room quickly became a staging ground for the afternoon's operation as you carefully set the bags down, spreading the items across the floor like a battlefield. Aaron reached for one of the remaining bags, but you turned to him, holding up a firm hand.

“Absolutely not,” you said, your tone leaving no room for debate as you grabbed the rolls of wrapping paper, ribbons, and tape from one of the bags.

His brows arched in mock surprise. “Not happening?”

“Not happening,” you repeated, setting the materials down on the coffee table. “I’ve seen your idea of wrapping, Hotchner, and no offense — but functional doesn’t cut it for Christmas. We’re aiming for presentation here.”

Aaron smirked faintly, crossing his arms over his chest. “My wrapping isn’t that bad.”

You gave him a pointed look. “Your version of wrapping involves one strip of tape and a prayer. Now shoo, I’ve got this.”

He raised his hands in surrender, retreating with a smile. “Fine. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me."

With the room finally to yourself, you got to work. You unfolded the wrapping paper, smoothing out each sheet carefully before measuring and cutting it to precise lengths. You matched the patterns on the seams, ensuring no misaligned stripes or cut-off snowflakes ruined the aesthetic. Each bow was meticulously tied, the loops full and as symmetrical as you could get them, and the ribbons curled perfectly with the edge of your scissors. Every gift received its own name tag, neatly written in your handwriting, and you couldn’t help but feel a small spark of satisfaction each time a present was complete.

The hours flew by faster than you’d expected. The steady rhythm of snipping scissors and the crackle of tape being pulled from its roll was oddly soothing, but as the pile of wrapped gifts grew, so did the pressure. The clock was ticking, and you knew Jessica and Jack would be back soon.

Just as you folded the last piece of tape over a gift and tied its ribbon, you heard the crunch of tires on the driveway.

“Perfect timing,” Aaron called from the kitchen, strolling into the living room as you scrambled to tuck the final present under the tree.

Moments later, the front door opened, and Jessica stepped inside with Jack in tow. She helped him out of his coat, his cheeks pink from the cold as he waved an empty to-go cup in the air.

“I got hot chocolate!” Jack announced triumphantly before making a beeline toward Aaron.

Aaron scooped him up with ease, smiling as Jack wiggled excitedly in his arms. “You did, huh? Was it good?”

“Really good!” Jack said, his attention quickly shifting to the tree. His eyes widened as he took in the growing pile of perfectly wrapped gifts. “Are those all for Christmas?”

You crouched down, ruffling his hair with a smile. “Maybe,” you said playfully. “But you’ll have to wait and see.”

Jack gasped dramatically before running over to inspect the ornaments hanging from the lower branches. But in reality, you knew he was trying to inspect the presents and figure out which ones were for him. You were sure that if you left the room, he would shake all of them to guess the contents.

Aaron’s hand brushed yours as he stood beside you. “You weren’t kidding about the presentation,” he said, admiring the pristine packages with their artful ribbons and tidy seams.

You shot him a proud grin. “Someone had to do it.”

He chuckled, leaning in close enough for his voice to warm your ear. “Remind me to brush up on my wrapping skills next year.”

You smirked, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “Don’t bother. I’ve got it handled.”

[herewegobebe]

ONEW | Tone and Music Festival 2024 🧡

[i2sunric]

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 (k.sn)

PAIRING: sunoo x reader (f)

SUMMARY: they say christmas makes everyone feel emotional, but none of the members had ever seen sunoo treat someone the way he treats you.

WARNINGS: fluff, crack, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 3rd December 2024

WC: 1.1k

TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @jakeflvrz @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike @branchrkive @insommni4 @kirinaa08 @leiclerc @nxzz-skz @laurradoesloveu @beomluvrr @heeshlove @17ericas @riribelle @cloud-lyy @who-tf-soddhi

a/n: based on this ask from anon! i changed it a little bit i still hope you like it 🩷

The living room sparkled with the glow of string lights wrapped around the tree, the golden star perched on top glittering as if it were the crown jewel of the night. It was Christmas Eve, and the dorm of the group was abuzz with holiday energy.

The members were scattered across the room, some lounging indolently on the couch, others sprawled on the floor with a mountain of colorfully wrapped presents. Laughter bounced off the walls, fueled by Riki’s dramatic reenactment of accidentally burning cookies earlier in the day.

You were seated comfortably on the plush rug, sandwiched between Sunoo and Jake, while the others passed around mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

You were so glad they decided to include you in their holly jolly Christmas day, despite not being too close with everyone.

Despite the warmth of the room and the festive chatter, you just couldn't ignore how close Sunoo was sitting to you— his shoulder lightly brushing yours every time he shifted, his warmth unmistakable.

“Alright, who’s next?” Jungwon’s voice cut through the noise, his leaderly tone commanding just enough authority to keep everyone somewhat focused. “We’re not going to be here all night, people.”

Jay smirked, holding up his present dramatically. “Relax, Jungwon, it’s Christmas, not a board meeting.”

The group burst into a fit of laughter, but Sunoo was unusually quiet beside you, fidgeting with a small box wrapped in silver paper. You looked at him curiously, noting the unusual pink tint on his cheeks.

"Hey man, are you nervous or something?" Heeseung teased, noticing the same thing. "You've been holding that gift like it's a newborn baby.”

“Me? Nervous? Never," Sunoo said hastily, though the way his hand closed much tighter around the present belied his words. "I just… it’s a special gift."

Jake leaned forward, that mischievous grin spreading on his lips. "Oooh, this is juicy. Who's it for?"

Sunoo shot him a mock glare; his lips twisted wryly. "Why don't you mind your own business?

Before Jake could say anything back, Jungwon clapped his hands again. "Let's keep this moving. Sunoo, if you don't open something soon, we're skipping you."

Sunoo let out a melodramatic sigh, but instead of opening his own gift, he turned to you. "Actually… this one isn't for me." He held out the small silver-wrapped box, his voice soft yet clear. "It's for you."

The room fell silent.

“For me?" you asked, the sound of your voice barely above the crinkling of wrapping paper in the background.

Sunoo nodded, his face growing redder as he placed the box in your hands. "Yeah, I— uhm… Go on, open it.”

You hesitated for a moment, aware of the eyes on you, but the genuine anticipation in Sunoo's gaze urged you forward.

You carefully peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing a small wooden box etched with delicate patterns of stars and moons. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft velvet, was a bracelet unlike anything you'd ever seen.

It wasn't just jewelry, but a story. Delicate charms dangled from the chain, each one different. A sun, a music note, a book, a snowflake, and even a small heart-all symbols of moments you and Sunoo had shared.

Your breath caught in your throat, "Sunoo…” you murmured, your eyes swelling with unshed and happy tears.

He leaned closer, his voice almost at a whisper. "Each charm is meant for something. Like the sun because well, you are my sunshine, and the musical note because you always hum even though you think nobody hears you.”

Sunoo continued “The book because for the first time we stayed in a book shop for hours, and the snowflake because well, for today."

You stared at him with your mouth agape; it seemed that the whole rest of the room was erupting.

"Hold on a second!" Jake practically shouted, with his mug of hot chocolate just about to spill. "Did I just hear 'you're my sunshine'?”

Jay tossed his head back and let out a laugh. "This is better than expected. “Hey, are you trying to make us all look bad?"

"Right? Where's my custom jewelry?" Riki said, faking outrage. "This is just favoritism, and I'm not going to stand for it."

Sunoo, to his credit, took the teasing in stride, though his cheeks stayed pink. "This is only for her.”

Meanwhile, you were still in your processing, your fingers tracing the charms on the bracelet lightly. "Sunoo, this is… I don't even know what to say."

He leaned his head to one side, softening his expression. "Say you like it."

"I love it," you said, your voice shaking with emotion. "It's perfect."

A warm smile spread across his face, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. But of course, that peace didn't last long.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jake’s voice broke through the moment. "Did Sunoo just lean in closer?” Sunghoon continued, “Are we witnessing the beginning of a love confession?

“Stop it, you two,” Heeseung said, though he was clearly holding back laughter. “Let them have their moment.”

Sunoo rolled his eyes, finally leaning back with a sigh. “You’re all impossible.” Then, with a playful grin, he turned back to you. “Merry Christmas.”

And because it was Sunoo, he didn't just leave it at that. He leaned in and lightly touched his forehead against yours in an action so sweet and intimate that sent the room into another frenzy.

Riki dramatically pretended to faint onto the couch. "I can't handle this. It's too cute.”

Jay nodded, crossing his arms in a stern manner. "I didn’t even realise Sunoo liked Y/n this whole time.”

He smirked at last, finally folding into his usual mischievous self. "I’m just a good actor.”

The night was a continuation of laughter and teasing, but the bracelet on your wrist kept going back to that quiet, meaningful moment you'd shared with Sunoo.

Even in the midst of chaos, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, and every time you did, you caught him looking back—his eyes sparkling like the stars on the tree.

But the best was when, by the end of the night, it was time for you to go back home, Riki placed a mistletoe on the door as Sunoo was seeing you out.

And well, the fireworks set as his lips met yours, more tender than the cake you had earlier.

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Christmas Special: Christmas With The Nanami's."

december 27th, 2024.

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nanami x reader.

black reader. (anyone can read, but emphasis on black.)

19+ (NO MINORS. only 19+)

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it was christmas morning, and you were excited to open gifts with nanami. the two of you sat on the couch, surrounded by crinkling wrapping paper and colorful bows, eagerly unwrapping your presents.

the soft glow of the tree lights twinkled behind you, casting a warm, cozy light over the room. with each gift, your laughter and excitement filled the air, with nanami watching with passionate eyes, making the moment feel even more special.

as you made your way through the pile of gifts, you came across a box with a tag that read "from gojo." the box itself was sleek and black, with a subtle sheen to it looked almost... luxurious.

you two exchanged a curious glance, and you carefully unwrapped the paper to reveal the box underneath. you raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with intrigue, as you lifted the lid.

inside was a vibrator, but not just any vibrator. it was a high-tech device, designed to be inserted and enjoyed discreetly. the device itself was small and slender, with a smooth, rounded tip and a series of subtle ridges along its length.

it was made of a soft, silicone material that felt almost like skin to the touch. alongside the device was a small remote control, with a simple interface and a few discreet buttons.

nanami's eyes widened in surprise as he picked up the device, his fingers turning it over slowly, inspecting every curve and feature. a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a mischievous glint sparked in his gaze. "im not surprised nor am i disappointed," he murmured, his voice laced with playful amusement.

"looks like gojo knows how to give a memorable gift." his tone was a quiet acknowledgment that gojo’s unpredictability was as familiar as ever. you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, feeling a rush of excitement and curiosity as the implications of the gift began to settle in.

as you continued to examine the device, your curiosity deepened, and you two began brainstorming ways to put it to use. the excitement of the moment was palpable, and after a brief exchange of glances, you both agreed that the christmas party tonight would be the ideal setting for our little experiment.

it had been some time since we'd felt the thrill of shared excitement in the presence of others, and the idea of subtly weaving it into the evening’s festivities felt almost playful.

the mere thought of what your friends would think if they knew what you were up to—how they might react, what they might say—was enough to make you exchange amused, conspiratorial smiles. that thought alone had you two smirking quietly, a shared secret that made the day feel even more thrilling.

the hours passed in a haze of eager anticipation, your minds constantly drifting back to the device and the possibilities it held. you imagined all the ways you two could use it, each scenario more thrilling than the last.

as the evening drew near, you took your time getting ready for the party. the usual pre-party rush was replaced by an odd sense of careful excitement. you both dressed in our finest clothes, trying to look your best while hiding the secret excitement beneath.

the anticipation only heightened as you made our way to the venue, exchanging occasional glances, knowing what the night could hold.

as you two arrived at the party, you were greeted by the sound of laughter and music, and the smell of food and drinks wafting through the air. you mingled with the other guests, exchanging hugs and greetings, and making our way to the bar to grab a drink.

nanami took control of the remote, and at first, it was subtle, just a gentle humming sensation inside of you. you felt a slight tingling, a gentle buzzing that seemed to grow in intensity as the seconds passed.

"heyey, how's it going?" gojo asked, as he approached us with a smile. you tried to play it cool, but could feel your face heating up. "oh, it's going great," you replied, trying to sound casual. "just enjoying the party."

nanami, however, was getting a bit more adventurous. he turned up the intensity, and you felt a surge of pleasure run through you. you tried to maintain a straight face, but it was getting harder and harder.

"so, what do you think of the party so far?" geto asked, as he joined our conversation.

you tried to respond, but all that came out was a faint stutter. nanami was watching you, a sly grin spreading across his face. he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

gojo raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between you two. "everything okay (y/n)?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

you nodded, trying to play it off. "yeah, everything's fine. just a bit... overwhelmed by the music." gojo nodded, but you could tell he didn't believe you.

he leaned over to whisper something to geto, his eyes still on you. and you couldnt help but wondered what they were discussing. geto's eyes flicked over to me, and you quickly grow bashful, as you realize he might have an idea of what was going on.

as the night wore on, nanami continued to tease you. you were starting to lose control, your breathing getting shallower, your heart racing with excitement.

sometimes, the pressure would become too much, and you'd accidentally close your legs, just slightly. you could feel the eyes of the other sorcerers on me, but you just grinned and laughed, trying to play it cool.

nanami, however, was watching gojo's reaction, which seemed to drive him crazy. he kept glancing at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and you knew he was itching to take things to the next level.

he'd turn up the intensity, or change the pattern of the vibrations, and you'd feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. you were on the edge, and he knew it.

finally, nanami couldn't take it anymore. he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom, his eyes locked on your own.

“you're so beautiful when you're like this," he said his voice husk and low, and barely above a whisper. "i love watching you lose control."

he slowly led you over to the bathroom counter and carefully placed you on top. he opens your legs wide and you pull him by his belt, closer to your body, with a small smirk on your lips.

“i love you being in control.” you responded, eyes gazing up into his.

he purposely kept his arms at his sides, one of his hands turn up the vibrator as he continued to stare down into your dark eyes. “like this sweetheart?” he asks with a small smirk, similar to yours.

you let out a few soft moans, and spread your legs apart more, finally being able to lose control. your eyes begin to squint just slightly as you try to keep yourself together.

nanami turns up the vibrator all of the way and places it beside your body. you glance down at it, but decide not to touch it; wanting to show him that you could handle it.

he continued to watch you with a smirk. watching as your hand slowly drifted down to your thighs, and your back arched. you were struggling and he knew it.

once you knew you couldn’t take it anymore, you lifted your legs onto the counter and allowed your dress to come up above your thighs completely, revealing your heat and the underwear that you did have on.

nanami’s eyes drifted down to the sight you were creating just for him. he knew that you were only going to get closer to your climax, and he wanted to be there with you every step of the way.

so he slowly unbuckled his pants and took out his boner that he was covering up throughout the party. he slowly rubbed at his tip and groaned as he continued to watch you.

you slowly brought your hands down to your pussy. you open your lips, revealing all of your wetness, and even allowing for some to spill out of you onto the counter. you then slowly began to rub against the surface, your head throwing back in the process.

nanami watched your hands carefully, as he involuntarily moans.. simply by imagining his fingers were there instead. he kept himself going by wrapping his hand around his dick and beginning to stroke his rather long length softly.

you tilt your head to the side as you rubbed your clot a bit faster, trying to go against the quickness of the vibration inside of you. you watch as nanami’s hand wraps around his length, imagining his fingers as you mouth around it instead.

you lick your lips as your mouth begins to water at the sight, wanting him inside of your pussy and mouth simultaneously.

“nanami, i need you in me.” you whisper, trying to speak above the moans and groans coming from you both.

“i need you in all of my me.” you cry out. "in every single part."

he watches your body as it buckles, your thighs involuntarily moving closer together as you grow closer to your climax.

nanami quickly lets go of his dick and separates your legs once again. he then quietly gets on his knees, his mouth now at eye level with your clit.

before you know it, you’re gripping on the edge of the bathroom counter and closing your eyes because of him.

because of his tongue inside of you.

he glides his tongue around your insides, before taking it out and rubbing it along your already deeply wet surface.

“nana… nanami baby..” you moan out, one of your hands going over to grip a nice amount of his blonde hair.

“the..” you let out a heavy breath. “the vibrator bay.. i’m gonna cum.”

he uses your reaction as motivation, as his determination quickly sets in.

you let out an even longer moan as you felt his tongue enter right back inside you. you feel his lips wrap around your own, and tightly suck the vibrator out of you and into his mouth.

“ken..ken…kento~” you let out, tears streaming down your face as you push his head deeper inside of you.

with the vibrator in his mouth now, nanami takes his tongue back and pulls away from your clit. he licks your substance off of the vibrator before taking it out of his mouth and placing it on the counter by the remote.

“do you still need me inside sweetheart? was that enough for you?” he asks softly, his eyes gentle but you knew he was just as hungry as you were.

you shake your head slowly and bring your hand down to your dark clit, where you pat it a few times.

“i need you nanami.. so badly.”

he smiles at your words and stands up again, his dick still hard and out like before. without any hesitation, he places his hands on either side of your waist. he then pulls you close, aligning his tip with your entrance. he then pulls you closer, slowly, allowing for your pussy to tightly wrap around him as he fills you up entirely.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he slowly pushes your body around his dick. though, his size was already melted inside of you, his length still caused a bit of pain and pleasure each time.

with his hands still around your waist, and his length fully inside of you, he slowly thrusted your body against his dick. causing him to groan softly as the feeling.

“oh.. fuck.” he lets out.

“you feel so good (y/n), i didn’t know i was this close.”

he speeds up the process, continuing to thrust your pussy around his dick. he couldn’t help himself from thrusting back as well, creating a sound that he loved so much; thanks to your body’s colliding.

you let out quick moans and breaths as he sped up his motions, more tears running down your face as you feel yourself growing closer to your climax.

“nanami… baby, darling..” you whine out, but he already knows; considering he was just as close as well.

“at the same time sweetheart.” he groans out, speeding up his movements before his body involuntarily comes to a stop; yours as well, exactly when his does.

you both let out a loud moan of each names as you cum together. the bathroom echo only bringing the moans back into your ears again.

with heavy breaths, you too pull away from each other just slightly to look into each others eyes finally. he smiles softly as he gazing into your brown orbs again, though they were wet and teary, he still stared with ease.

“you are so damn beautiful.” he says deeply full of breaths.

you smile back and let out a small gasp as you feel his dick slowly slide out of you, thanks to all of the warm substance you both created.

he lets out a small chuckle because of your gasp and looks down at the mess they made. he then bring you back into his arms, placing a kiss on your shoulder as he did so.

“you did so well sweetheart..” he whispered. “how about we go again?”

fin.

[kathlare]

orange chaos

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amid the lively chaos of King’s Day in Amsterdam, Lando finds himself navigating the energetic festivities and an unexpected injury.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: just fluff

request over here!

April 27th, 2024 - Amsterdam, Netherlands

The canals of Amsterdam were alive with color. Boats packed with people decked out in bright orange, the national color of the Netherlands, drifted lazily through the water, music blasting and drinks flowing. The atmosphere was electric. Lando leaned back against the railing of the boat, laughing at one of Martin’s outrageous stories about a disastrous set he’d played in Ibiza years ago. He wasn’t sure if it was the chaos of King’s Day or the several drinks he’d had, but he felt completely at ease.

—Mate, drink up!— Martin called out, passing him another glass. Lando grabbed it without hesitation, clinking it against Martin’s before taking a swig. That’s when it happened. The moment the glass hit his lips, he felt the sharp sting, followed by the unmistakable taste of copper.

—Shit!— Lando exclaimed, pulling the glass away to see the jagged crack along the rim. Blood began to drip from the bridge of his nose, the cut small but annoyingly precise. He swore under his breath as he pressed a napkin to it.

Martin doubled over laughing, his orange bucket hat slipping over his eyes. —Oh my God, mate! You’ve actually managed to injure yourself while drinking! That’s a new one.—

—Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,— Lando grumbled, tilting his head back slightly and holding the napkin against the cut. The orange of his hoodie only made the red more vivid.

Martin, ever the instigator, pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo. —This is gold. You look like some sort of bandaged gladiator,— he said between fits of laughter. —Amelie has to see this.—

—No, no, don’t...— Lando started, but it was too late. Martin was already video calling her.

Amelie’s face appeared on the screen, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. She was sitting in what looked like a trailer, her hair pulled back and a script in her lap. —What’s up, Marti... Oh my God, Lando, what the hell happened to you?—

Lando groaned. —Hi, Ames. Nice to see you too.—

Amelie leaned closer to the camera, squinting at him. —Is that... a bandage wrapped around your face? Did you get into a bar fight or something?—

—No!— Lando said, exasperated. —I cut my nose on a broken glass. And before you say anything, it wasn’t my fault.—

—Oh, sure,— Amelie teased, her laughter bubbling through the phone. —So the glass just... jumped at you? Classic.—

Martin, still laughing, chimed in. —I swear, Ames, it was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. He’s sitting there, trying to look cool, and bam! Broken glass, blood everywhere.—

—Thanks for the support, mate,— Lando said dryly, rolling his eyes.

Amelie was laughing so hard now that she had to set her script aside. —I wish I was there to see it,— she managed between giggles. —You’re such a disaster.—

—Well, I wish you were here too,— Lando said, his tone softening. —But, you know, not to laugh at me. To, like, enjoy the chaos. And maybe keep me from injuring myself.—

Amelie’s teasing smile shifted into something more affectionate. —You’d still find a way to hurt yourself, even with me there.—

—Probably,— Lando admitted with a grin. —But at least you’d kiss it better.—

—Bold assumption,— she shot back, though the playful glint in her eye betrayed her.

—Don’t act like you don’t like an excuse to baby me,— he said, leaning into the flirtation.

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. —How’s the party? Besides the obvious injury.—

—Insane,— Lando said, glancing around at the packed boat. —You’d love it. Everyone’s in orange, the music’s loud, and the drinks are... well, apparently dangerous.—

—Sounds like my kind of chaos,— she said wistfully. —But instead, I’m stuck in Indianapolis, pretending to be in the Upside Down. Not quite the same vibe.—

—I’ll trade you,— Lando offered. —You can party with Martin, and I’ll fight some Demogorgons or whatever.—

Amelie smirked. —Tempting, but I think I’ll stick to my fake monsters. They’re probably less hazardous than your broken glass.—

—Fair,— Lando conceded. —But next year, you’re coming with me. No excuses.—

—It’s a deal,— she said, her voice softening again. —But only if you promise not to injure yourself next time.—

—No promises,— Lando said with a wink.

Martin, who had been quiet during their back-and-forth, finally interrupted. —You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?—

Amelie laughed. —That’s your fault for calling me, Garrix.—

—I regret it deeply,— Martin deadpanned, though his grin betrayed him.

—Alright, I’ll let you two get back to your boat shenanigans,— Amelie said, still smiling. —But, Lando, please try not to bleed out, okay?—

—I’ll do my best,— he said, flashing her a boyish grin.

—Bye, Amelie,— Martin said, waving dramatically at the screen.

—Bye, guys,— she said, blowing a kiss toward the camera before the call ended.

Lando stared at the phone for a moment after the call ended, a small, private smile on his lips. Martin clapped him on the back, jolting him back to the present. —Mate, you’re so whipped.—

—Shut up,— Lando said, but he couldn’t stop smiling.

The party raged on, but Lando’s thoughts kept drifting back to Amelie, her laughter still ringing in his ears. Even thousands of miles apart, she had a way of making everything better. Broken glass, bleeding nose, and all.

The party showed no signs of slowing down, and neither did Martin’s enthusiasm for filling Lando’s glass. The music thumped in time with the swaying boat, and the laughter of their group carried over the water like an anthem of carefree chaos. Lando had lost count of how many drinks he’d had; all he knew was that his mind felt light, his limbs loose, and his tongue dangerously unfiltered.

Martin was recounting yet another ridiculous tour story when he noticed Lando staring into his half-empty glass, the smile on his face softer than usual.

—You’re quiet,— Martin said, nudging him. —What’s going on in that drunk little head of yours?—

Lando laughed, the sound more wistful than amused. —Just thinking.—

—Dangerous,— Martin teased, taking another sip of his drink. —About what? Or, let me guess... Amelie.—

Lando’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away, trying to mask it with a chuckle. —Shut up.—

Martin grinned, clearly onto something. —Oh, come on, mate. It’s written all over your face. You can’t stop smiling every time she’s mentioned, or when she calls, apparently. You’ve got it bad.—

Lando hesitated, his drunken inhibitions clashing with his usual instinct to play it cool. He swirled the liquid in his glass, watching the way it caught the light, before finally speaking. —I don’t know, man. It’s just… different with her.—

Martin’s eyebrows shot up. He wasn’t expecting Lando to actually open up. —Different how?—

Lando exhaled deeply, the alcohol loosening his tongue further. —She’s… she’s not like anyone else. She gets me, you know? Like, really gets me. I can be myself with her, completely. No filter, no walls. And she’s just... amazing. She’s funny, and smart, and talented, and so, so beautiful. And when she smiles, it’s like... I don’t know, like everything’s right with the world.—

Martin blinked at him, momentarily stunned into silence. Then he smirked. —Mate, you’re not just whipped... you’re in love.—

The words hung in the air, heavier than the party atmosphere around them. Lando didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the shimmering water. He downed the rest of his drink before answering, his voice quieter now. —Yeah. I think I am.—

Martin let out a low whistle, leaning back against the railing. —Well, shit. I didn’t think you’d actually admit it.—

Lando shrugged, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. —It’s the truth. And, honestly, it scares the hell out of me. Like, what if I mess it up? What if she doesn’t feel the same way?—

Martin shook his head, his expression surprisingly serious. —Lando, if you think she doesn’t feel the same, you’re blind. Did you not see the way she was looking at you earlier? She’s just as into you as you are into her.—

—You think so?— Lando asked, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability.

—I know so,— Martin said firmly. —Now, the real question is, when are you gonna tell her?—

Lando laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. —I don’t know. It’s not exactly easy to drop the ‘I love you’ bomb on someone, you know?—

—Well, you’d better figure it out, mate,— Martin said, clinking his glass against Lando’s. —Because if you don’t, someone else might. And you’d be an idiot to let her go.—

Lando nodded, the weight of Martin’s words settling in his chest. He glanced at his phone, the thought of Amelie’s laughter and the way her eyes lit up when she teased him replaying in his mind. He didn’t have all the answers, but one thing was clear—he had to tell her. And soon.

For now, though, the night wasn’t over. The boat swayed as another wave of cheers erupted from the crowd, and Martin handed him another drink, grinning mischievously. —Come on, lover boy. Let’s make some more memories to regret tomorrow.—

Lando laughed, clinking his glass against Martin’s. —Cheers to that.— But even as he joined in the revelry, his thoughts never strayed far from Amelie.

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

240613 Tone and Music Festival 2024 Recap

A lot of fans said that people who aren't into SHINee were very impressed with ONEW. They were saying things like 'Wow he's so handsome!' 'He's really good at singing' 'He's so cute' (source)

Today's bassist worked with IU in her yt show IU's palette!

Griffin Staff was filming something, so we might get content in a few weeks

The audience was very good to ONEW. Everyone was singing even non fans. But they were confused at little things.' Wasn't his name ONEW? Why is everyone calling him Jinki? (source)

There were a lot of male fans. There was one guy that kept reacting at everything ONEW did and was very witty, making everyone giggle (source)

The encore was spontaneous!

(introducing Love like Oxygen)

🐰: To maintain good health, it's essential to breathe a lot of clean air!

@@: How! We're in Seoul

🐰: In that sense, I'll sing you Love like Oxygen...

@@: !!!!

Everyone gathered around the stage after this!

(source)

ONEW was shocked that everyone was following whole week/sick chorus, shocked and happy! (source)

[ultrakdramamama]

240603 marieclairekorea

“결국에는 노래를 하고 싶고, 해야 될 것 같다는 유일한 확신만 가진 채로 뭘 어떻게 하게 될지 잘 모르는 상태예요. 다만 그 무언가로 인해 많은 분이 좋은 영향을 받았으면 좋겠다 싶어요.” 온유(@dlstmxkakwldrl)의 따뜻하고 다정한 진심이 가득했던 마리끌레르 6월호 인터뷰 일부와 화보 컷을 공개합니다. 앞으로 계속될 온유의 음악에 어떤 마음이 담길지 기대하게 되는 인터뷰 전문은 마리끌레르 6월호와 마리끌레르 웹사이트에서 만나볼 수 있습니다. 더불어 마리끌레르가 미디어 파트너로 참여하는 톤앤뮤직 페스티벌 2024 무대에 대한 힌트 같은 이야기도 담겨있으니, 많은 관심 부탁드려요. 온유의 라이브 무대는 첫날인 15일에 만나볼 수 있습니다.

Features Editor 강예솔(@yericsol) Photographer 채대한(@daehanx) Styling 정환욱(@fanuck) Hair 김해빈(@haebinnnn) Makeup 심기보(@kibosim) - ONEW for Marie Claire Korea June issue. - #온유#마리끌레르6월호#ONEW#마리끌레르코리아#MarieClaireKorea#톤앤뮤직페스티벌@toneandmusicfestival

[eng tran]

“In the end, I don’t really know what to do or how to do it, with the only certainty that I want to sing and that I should do it. However, I hope that many people will be positively influenced by something.” We are revealing part of the interview and pictorial cuts from Onew (@dlstmxkakwldrl)'s June issue of Marie Claire, which was full of warm and affectionate sincerity. The full interview, which raises expectations about Onew's future music, can be found in the June issue of Marie Claire and on the Marie Claire website. In addition, there is also a hint-like story about the Tone & Music Festival 2024 stage in which Marie Claire is participating as a media partner, so please give us a lot of interest. You can see Onew's live stage on the first day, the 15th.

Features Editor Kang Ye-sol (@yericsol) Photographer Daehan Chae (@daehanx) Styling Jeong Hwan-wook (@fanuck) Hair Haebin Kim (@haebinnnn) Makeup Kibo Shim (@kibosim)

ONEW for Marie Claire Korea June issue.

#Onew #MarieClairJune issue #ONEW #MarieClairKorea #MarieClairKorea #ToneandMusicFestival

(the first sentence in the translation is what the text block says in the second image)

[shineemoon]

"This is so fun. Maybe I should perform at festivals often. I like this quite a lot." –ONEW, Tone & Music Festival 2024

[sekaitransparents]

Masterlist

Characters:

virtual singer

hatsune miku

kagamine len

kagamine rin

megurine luka

meiko

kaito

leo/need

ichika hoshino

saki tenma

honami mochizuki

shiho hinomori

more more jump

minori hanasato

haruka kiritani

airi momoi

shizuku hinomori

vivid bad squad

kohane azusawa

an shiraishi

akito shinonome

toya aoyagi

wonderlands x showtime

tsukasa tenma

emu otori

nene kusanagi

rui kamishiro

nightcord at 25:00

kanade yoisaki

mafuyu asahina

ena shinonome

mizuki akiyama

years:

2020

2021

2022

2023

2024

2025

stars:

1 stars

2 stars

3 stars

4 stars

birthdays (v1, v2, v3, v4)

extras:

merchandise

official art

2dmv

misc

events:

previous event transparents both pre and post third anniversary can be found on this blog

we also have various transparents that were requested or submitted that aren't recent. feel free to search for any other gacha name if you want to see if we have them, as we can't tag them all lol.

2023

a story where you are the star

the best picture wrap!

over here! over there! zookeeper experience!

the tone played on that day

2024 - january to june

next to the unchanging warmth

break down the wall

blacklight lens flare

take the best shot!

the courage to lead the kindness in my heart

the scars left behind with time

relax teatime

keep it steady let's aim for the star!

the first concerto

rise as one!

3900's colourful festival

knowing the unseen

parallel harmonies

whip the wimp girl!!

someday on the stage where flowers bloom

perspective for smile

wedding live with everyone

lead to shine more

reeling in the lights

OVER RAD SQUAD!!

june 2024 bloom festival

2024 - july to december

catch the criminal?! the tales of detective tenma

the night sky we saw that day, someday in the distant future

chase my ideal idol!

let it ring! beautiful sound!

with you at the sekai's beginning

wonderhorror~!? test of courage!

work out and fly! muscle training!

this moment with you!

carry these feelings! dream stage

4th anniversary bloom festival

where does the path of thorns go?

rekindle the flame

happy enjoy music!

once again, when the leaves change color

the power of regret

with our hands, covered in wounds

grow glorious glow

special present for YOU!

unfading wishing

[clonefandomevents]

Clone Culture Week!

Our next fandom week is going to be a little bit different, in that we wont be doing a prompt voting, as all the prompts will be the different aspects of culture! It will be our May the Fourth celebration and runs from April 27th 2024 to May 3rd 2024.

Day One- April 27th

Surface Culture:

-Food

-Language

-Flags

-Festivals

-Fashion

-Holidays

-Music

-Performance

-Dance

-Arts and crafts

-Literature

-Games

Day Two- April 28th

Communication Styles and Rules:

-Facial Expressions

-Gestures

-Eye contact

-Personal space

-Touching

-Body language

-Tone of voice

-Display of emotion

-Conversational patterns in different social situation

Day Three- April 29th

Notions Of:

-Courtesy and manners

-Friendship

-Leadership

-Cleanliness

-Modesty

-Beauty

Day Four- April 30th

Concept Of:

-Time

-Self

-Past

-Future

Day Five- May 1st

-Rules Related To:

-Age

-Sex

-Class

-Family

-Fairness

-Justice

Day Six- May 2nd

Attitudes Towards:

-Elders

-Adolescents

-Dependents

-Rules

-Expectations

-Work

-Authority

-Cooperation vs Competition

-Animals

-Age

-Sin

-Death

Day Seven- May 3rd

Approaches To:

-Religion

-Courtship

-Marriage

-Raising children

-Decision making

-Problem solving

We look forward to seeing all the amazing interpretations of the GAR culture! If you have any questions, or anything at all, please don't hesitate to reach out to us!

[ateez-himari]

COACHELLA REVIVES DATING SUSPICIONS

An intense display of intimacy between the main rapper and lead vocalist leaves the audience speechless, pondering over their relationship.

April 13, 2024 (10:45AM)

Throughout the group's career it was not rare to find social media posts outraged at an alleged dating scandal between the maknae and another member, though most were simply an attempt to obtain her removal. Stage interactions were always heavy factors in the uprise of these rumors - especially with San whom she seems to have the most intimate choreography with - yet none have been as blatant as this one.

While it was not noticed until footage of the event was reviewed, one clip alone was enough to send social platforms into a confused chaos with tags such as #MinAriCoachella trending on X. Most have familiarized themselves with the intimate moment shared by the two artists during the dance break of WONDERLAND (Symphony No.9), yet none could have expected what transpired on that stage.

This time instead of using his grasp of the vocalist's neck to push her away as was done throughout other performances, Mingi shocked attendees when making the decision to pull their bodies closer. It would have seemed inconspicuous had the large screen not caught their lips clearly brushing against each other, his smirk indicating that this outcome was very much intended.

With the camera zooming out to take a wider shot Himari's reaction was unfortunately not captured, but a much more suspicious action drew the attention of online viewers watching the fancam. Mere moments prior to pulling away, what appeared to be the rapper's tongue rapidly swiped across his bandmate's lower lip while the hand devoid of a mic lead one of her own onto his chest.

Never throughout ATEEZ concerts has there been an interaction this shockingly bold and it seemed as though fans were not the only ones taken aback, as the maknae became visibly flustered when questions arose concerning this specific instance during the post-set live. The two appeared rather close throughout the broadcast as well, with Mingi's arm draped across the vocalist's shoulders until it eventually moved down to her waist when she attempted to move closer to the eldest in order to show him something on screen.

'Certain members take a while to come down from the adrenaline high on stage, so they're still in this mindset until we get to the hotel usually.'

This statement from Himari could very well serve as the explanation of this sudden show of possessiveness from the rapper, though it is unlikely that netizens will hear the true reason behind it.

With this mysterious dynamic set aside, ATEEZ made their mark on history as the first male K-Pop group to perform on a Coachella stage and proved that their hard work needed to be acknowledged to the same extent as their undeniable talents. These nine members began their career filming a music video in the Sahara desert to then take the stage with that very name during one of the largest music festivals.

The smiles on their faces throughout the fifty minutes set were enough to convince attendees that all of them were born to be on stage, especially with the playful tone their performance adopted up until the end. Atiny have taken to social media in order to express their pride towards ATEEZ's success whilst the latter slowly solidify their position as one of the top male groups and continue to make waves through the industry.

Stay tuned for upcoming performances; April 19th at Coachella, May 24-25th at the Yeosu Expo Music Festival, June 29-30th at Show! Music Core and August 18th at Summer Sonic.

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