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pascals-doll · 2 months

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javíer peña x reader

ೀ ive been so focused on my series i missed writing for our man osrs !!

ೀ its spring break n with amount of parties ive got to attend, my ass will b going to write a fic duh!

ೀ description: porn with no plot literally, SMUT SMUT, this shit lowk filthy, reader is bent over the passenger seat 😶, public sex!, parked (?) car sex, oral sex (r receiving) exhibitionism, dom!javíer, mean!javíer, possesive af!javí, sub!reader, reader speaks slight spanish, reader is thristy for javi, JAVÍ TALKS YOU THRU IT/IN SPANISH 2 (😩🤧), lowk degradation in spanish aswell, multiple orgasms, slight overstim (r receiving), degradation ( r receiving), eating out from the back, spanking, doggystyle, hair pulling ( r receiving), choking ( r receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pequeña, neña, bebésita, amor/amorsita)

spanish key words for all my non-spanish speakers !

-pequeña/neña: term of endearment for someone smaller than/my girl, babygirl

-princesa/bebésita: my baby/princess

-dime/porque: tell me/why

- tan’ mojada/tan linda: so wet/ your so wet/such a sweet/so sweet

-lo que quieres/dios mio: my god/oh my god/what you want

-belleza/sucia: beauty/dirty/filthy

-amas/amor/(sita): you love/love/lover

-como te pongo/volverá pasar: how i get you/ever happen again/happened again

-eso/lo que pasará : a way of affirming or agreeing/what will happen again

in traditional way of celebrating the spring break, how else than going out with your girls to the club?

the winter was finally over as women traded their big coats and long-sleeves for skimpy tops and short skirts or shorts.

your beloved boyfriend knew you would be going out tonight, letting him know before he left for his federal attendees.

Javíer didn’t say much except to text him once you left the house, arrived at the party, and when to come pick you up.

Javí was a sweet, a gentle giant.

but he was also stern, it was a trait he had to deal with being apart of the job. it was in his nature to be overprotective.

his eyes told you something completely different along with his stance although he didn’t once tell you a negative thing for wanting to go out and have fun.

he had his hands on his hips, popping one out as his eyebrows tensed together and his tongue poked through his cheek. Javí’s eyes were mean and deep as he stared at you while you promised him to let him know the second anything were to happen before he got ready for work.

you were all dressed up by 9:00 pm as you now, waited on your friends to pick you up at any moment now.

you were wearing a green tube top, pairing it with a pink plaid mini skirt. you chose a cute silver chain belt as an accessory to go along with your silver blinged earrings.

your makeup was set onto your skin perfectly, bringing out the best features of your beauty. your hair was styled to your liking and you chose these cute bubblegum pink pumps to piece your outfit all together.

you picked up your phone, having a small photoshoot of your own before choosing the picture you thought was best and sending it to Javìer.

you were sat infront of the mirror, pulling a cute pose while trying to get you whole outfit in frame.

not even 3 minutes later, a ping rings through your phone.

⤷ que belleza neña go have ur fun for now

⤷ cus ur not gonna like it when i pick u up

your heart raced with lustful anticipation and excitement. you continued to tease him through message, sending another picture to him that showed how risque your pink mini-skirt was.

⤷ u are so done for pequeña

he wasn’t even here, yet you could feel his menacing presence and hear his strict tone in your head.

soon enough, you were getting a call from your friends; letting you know they were outside.

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you and your bestfriend danced along to the house music that played through the huge booming speakers of the wide-spaced club that was only illuminated by a combination of different color fading lights.

you had a few drinks already, loosing track of how long you’ve been dancing for before stepping away with your friends. you went back to your the corner couch you were seated at along with your friends.

you felt hazed out and tipsy as you uncapped your water bottle before taking a sip.

all your tipsy self could think about was Javí, it was 1 AM and you knew he was awake and on stand-by for you.

your vision was blurry because of the alcohol as you open his contact, dialing him on the phone. you hear the phone ring momentarily before connecting.

“everything good, princesa?”

“mmhmm, i misss you javí” you slurred out.

“how drunk are you, neña?” his tone was caring, making your overwhelmed tipsy body run a cold shiver through your spine.

“s’only tipsyy—amor?” you respond before calling out to him, more like whining out to him.

“dime pequeña” the way his voice sounded so caring, yet stern, made your body quiver and breath hitch.

the alcohol was definitely assisting your mind in fogging it with only one thought; Javíer.

“come pick me up—s’wanna go home to youu” you plead with a slight moan, the alcohol was definitely getting the best of you.

“i’ll be there in 15 minutes, get ready.”

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Javí was not an idiot, he could hear the neediness in your tone.

after being together for 5 years, Javí always knew the second his poor girl had one too many drinks and wanted to run home to her man.

which is how you always ended up with you stuffed so full of Javíer’s thick cock after a night out.

Javíer practically sped through the semi-empty midnight streets, definitely not driving the speed limit.

soon enough he was outside the club venue, sending you a message that he was outside. Javíer couldn’t find close parking, so he parked the car farther down the empty street.

you were inside, hugging your friend's goodbye, grabbing your purse before they walked you to the front of the club door.

you opened the door and there he was, the man you had been longing for the whole night. he was standing there under the streetlight with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

he had his light blue button up hugging his chest and muscular arms as it was tucked into his jeans, his belt holding his pants perfectly.

you took him in as you step towards him as he puffed on his cigarette while his eyes traveled down your body.

Javíer took in the way your tits were accentuated through your small green top, your skirt stopped just at your upper thigh as your entire legs were on display, and your pumps gave you a taller stance than your natural one.

you still were not enough to compare to his tall and built frame.

Javí steps closer once you were just a foot away from him, your face meeting his broad chest “real dolled up, huh?” he mutters under his breath, lifting two fingers to grasp your chin; making you look up at him.

you felt your voice caught in your throat as you felt your heat begin to pool into your panties. the breeze from the cold night air, lifting the blimps of your skin.

“c’mon pequeña, i parked the car a little down” Javí instinctively wraps his arm around your lower waist, his hand ghosting over your ass.

you didn’t realize how he was sizing up your skirt with his hand, seeing how close he was to that pretty pussy over your little skirt.

you both made your way down the dark street; the night sky being illuminated by the full moon that was bleeding bright tonight as you both walked past dim streetlights.

you pass a couple empty parked cars; the streets empty with no one in view.

you walked down with Javíer having a tight grasp on your waist made your mind run wild in a pure lustful frenzy.

you see Javí’s truck come into view, recognizing the big black vehicle from a few feet away.

“so did you have fun, princesa?” he begins to ask you about your night as the arm that was wrapped around you loosens. he took your purse from your arm before proceeding to unlock the door.

“was’good babyy, i danced a good bit with my friends after i finished my two drinkss” you slightly slurred out as your vision regained its focus but feeling the buzz still tingle up your body.

he opened the passenger door for you as he set your purse down inside the car.

all you heard from Javí was an almost inaudible hum from his lips as you go to step into the passenger seat…. or at least you tried.

Javíer immediately made your body fumble over into the passenger seat, bending over with one knee on the seat and your other foot down onto the pedestal below his truck, holding your balance.

“Ja-Javí?” you were slightly taken aback by the way he grabbed you, but you weren’t complaining as him manhandling you completely had your panties glued to your slit by your own arousal.

“i bet all the men in there enjoyed the little show you gave them” his tone was husky and cold as you felt his back against yours as his thick cool buckle brushed against the back of your exposed thighs.

“I-no—I wasn’t” you began to whine out, your ass squirming a little and bumping up against his belt buckle more.

“hm neña? I couldn’t hear you.” you felt his cold hands flip your skirt up, fondling and gripping the flesh as more midnight breeze pushed against your skin.

you were facing forward, only seeing the complete inside of his car and empty driver seat.

but you could completely feel Javíer behind you.

you looked back at him causing your body to arch down a bit more, completely exposing your seeped through panties. you’ve never felt so exposed before.

here you were, bent over Javí’s truck with your ass completely exposed for public display as the car door wasn’t shut at all.

the only coverage being the open car-door from the side; creating a makeshift shield from one angle as the other had a perfect view for anyone to see the way Javíer was going to fuck you.

“tan’ mojada pequeña, porque?”

you felt his hands run up and down your clothed slit, pushing the wet fabric against your pussy causing a temporary bubbly friction as you felt the pressure of his two fingers.

you let out a pathetic whimper as you lean yourself more forward, trying your hardest to focus on your balance.

“fuckin’ answer me when I'm talking to you!”

he ordered, his tone was harsh and guttural causing a chill to run up your body which was immediately followed by a jump as Javíer’s hand landed a dour smack onto the exposed flesh of your ass.

“you! s’all because of you!” you yelp out as you wiggle your ass excitingly.

“oh so, my slut does know how to speak” he mocked out, his tone pitying you.

“m’sorry Javí—no volverá pasar!” your voice velveted out as you pleaded, your legs quivering with each blow of nature’s breeze.

“mí neña tan linda, always wanting to go out in such slutty outfits.” he cooed out, his hands finding the slim lining of your underwear right under your skirt.

you felt so small and filthy like this, your body subconsciously growing timid under the oozing pleasure he was igniting inside you and out of you, right here at the corner of an empty street, in a parked car.

he pulled down your panties, watching through the natural gloomed out lighting how your panties sticked to your pussy with your juices leaking down you.

“look at that pretty pussy” he coos lewdly, causing you to whine out as takes his middle and ring finger to circle around your soaked pussyhole.

“been needing you, Javí baby” you began to babble as he made you grow more antsy in bliss.

“only you! need you—please-oh fuck!” your babbles were interrupted by your own shriek as you felt a warm wet feeling take over the one cold and exposed feeling of your pussy.

Javíer began to fuck you with his tongue, wasting no time in attaching his lips to your dripping pussy; how could he? when it was crying for him.

you tried to keep your balance by gripping onto the headrest of the passenger seat as you felt his tongue run a long swipe along your juiced folds “oh fuck Javí!” you were too fucking horny to care about your loud moans possibly ringing through the silent street-night.

not for a single second did Javí pull away from your pussy, giving her all his attention.

Javíer sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue around it and your slits as the only words that fell from your lips was his name.

“oh my—Javí! oh my fuck!” you couldn’t help but croak out your moans at the immense pleasure you were feeling.

the way he had you was bringing you pure rapture at the taboo thought of someone possibly watching you two in the midnight.

you could feel your stomach erupt as your orgasm bubbled through the delicious open-mouthed licks coming from his beautiful tongue.

you felt the small hairs of his mustache friction against your clit causing your ass to push back into his face more while you cried out in ecstasy. you felt yourself grow closer to your climax.

Javíer kept up with the volume of your moans and pathetic whines.

his pace never halting as his hands went to grip your hips to keep your ass bent over and pussy exposed as he eats you out like he hasn’t fucking eaten in decades.

you felt your orgasm begin to build up, you were sure your nails were digging into the plush of the passenger seat material, creating crescents into the fabric.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell agape in vicious delight. you felt your orgasm flow through your body as he licked each trickling bead from your leaking pussy.

you felt satisfaction warp through your body as you look back at Javí.

you could barely see him as the moon shined right behind his head like a make-shift crown, for the only man; only man you allowed to ever take you like this, like a whore.

Javíer had been palming his painful hard-on through his now, unzipped jeans; only the crotch of his boxers for display through his unbuckled belt.

you began to wriggle your ass even more, slightly backing it to brush up against his clothed cock. you felt the cool metal buckle against your flesh again, colliding with the feeling of another indecent smack to your plushy ass.

you were still looking back at him as you let out euphoric sob through fucked out eyes.

“dime lo que quieres, mi amor”

Javíer husked out, licking his lips before massaging the tingling flesh of your ass. his voice returned to a low octave, still carrying a stern, but no longer harsh demeanor.

“i need you to fuck me Javí!”

that was all he needed to hear to have him slipping his boxers low enough to pull out his thick erection, standing flavorful and tall.

Javíer pumped himself softly before aligning himself with your glistening entrance.

Javí squeezed your hips softly, bringing you closer to him as he sinks his cock into your gushy pussy.

the second you feel his cock glide into with ease like always, your pussy always managing to snug him perfectly into you as the stretch convulsed your pussy.

“y’always feel like fuckin’ heaven, bebésita” Javíer hissed out as the feeling of your balmy and pulsing pussy, taking him like you were made for him only.

“feels—feels so good amor! s’big!” you mewled out, your voice being fervent.

Javíer became the only thing you felt, engulfing your pussy and whole-being.

you felt him begin to slide in’n’out of you at a feverishly slow pace, making you feel every inch that smoothly drowned into each crevess of your insides.

just the feeling of Javí’s big thick cock had your breath caught in your chest, completely mind-bending as his soft slides turn into piquant thrusts in no time.

“mphm—díos mìo!” you cried out lecherously, you felt Javíer’s hand make its way up your semi-clothed back till it was entangled in your hair.

he doesn’t hesitate to pull on it, pulling your body up along the way and arching the position you were in more. you were sure your nails cut into the fabric of Javíer’s little truck.

Javíer’s savoring slow pace turned into pummeling thrusts. you could feel each bounce of your ass bounce off his hips as his hand tugged on your hair, inflaming a riveting pain in you.

his pace electrified with each little sob of his name that left your mouth, you could barely even speak as you tried to swallow back the drool that threaten to drip down the corner of your fucked out mouth.

“who’s slut are you, hm?” once again, his jarring tone and vulgarity came out.

“¡solo para ti! siempre para ti!” you chant , repeating it once more at another smack he landed on the now, strawberry flesh off your ass.

“eso bebèsita, all those men can look but, they can’t touch—isn’t that, right?” his question grunts out as his cock rams into you at a relishing speed.

your head was being tugged back as your body recoiled with every vigorous thrust from his snapping hips. your neck began to ache as you struggle to keep looking at him as his hand gripped your hair; unknowing if he can even see you but oh, he definitely can.

your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth was completely agape, feeling wicked with the cock-dumb haze he put you in.

your body shook as Javíer completely ravished you.

“Javí—yes! fuck ya—” your pussy clenched around him with your fucked out babble.

“amás como te pongo, eh? letting me fuck you right’ere where anyone can see—que suciá.”

“for you—only—fuck—you!” your moans got more strangled out with each worship that left your mouth, his cock completely taking over your membrane; filling your pussy and mind with each hankering momentum.

his cock continued to plunge into you mercilessly, the sound of your each other’s skin slamming against each other with the small deep creaks coming from the moving truck.

Javíer was taking you viciously and relentlessly, his hand let go of the tug he had on your hair before finding its way around your neck, squeezing ever-so slightly.

all he wishes was to be able to be there with you, every single time you go out, but his job took so much time away from his personal life; it infuriated him, especially today when he seen those little pictures you sent him.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he knew how much you loved him, but it was the people.

he wishes he could keep you like his gun, tucked away and only accessible to him.

you felt his cock pistol into you at a deeper angle, feeling his tip flutter against your cervix causing your tummy to swell in rapture. you weren’t even sure if you were still breathing at this point, only rigid cries and moans leaving your lips.

“please javí! please! s’much—too much!” you could feel your stomach bubble up immense pleasure and overstimulating pain as your walls flared and fluttered around his thick cock as your second orgasm begins to enthrall your body.

“now now, y’can handle the club—you can handle this dick, isn’t that right pequeña?” Javíer hissed and heaved out roughly as he feels his own climax approach him.

he still doesn't stop his hips from hauling into yours as he leans himself down, splaying his clothed chest against your back. you felt his free hand go up through your torso till he found his way to your titties, squeezing each one through your top.

you felt the way his callous big hands burned onto your chest and neck, now feeling hot on your sweating skin. your bodies rocked against each other as you both indulged in thrilling pleasure.

you felt the brim of your climax get closer to shooting through and out your body, pussy clenching once more around Javíer’s coated cock “ándale neña, dámelo” he coos breathlessly as his hips begin to stutter down into a flux pace.

the empty streets echoed with noises of your nefarious act.

you would be damned the minute anyone was to see two of you.

just the unholy thought of someone possibly watching the two of you. the way he had you like this; in a completely immorally beautiful position was enough to have your body skyrocket.

the intense wave that crashed through you as your cries croak out into silence, only now hearing Javíer’s deep groans and grunts in your ear as the grip he has on your throat tightens softly.

he began to reach his own climax as you felt him twitch inside your fluttering walls, milking him through his orgasm completely. your bodies completely melted into each other as you both became breathless together.

you felt the way his load creamed into you, coating your walls and filling you up with his creamy cum as he watches the mix of both your pulpy moisture drip out of your swollen hole.

you were seeing stars as your eyes were squeeze shut as the slight cut-off of oxygen had your mind-boggled and feeling febrile.

the second Javíer feels you turn into mush under him while in his embrace. he immediately pulls out, reality setting him out of his lust possessed-like trance.

he tucks himself away after hiking up your panties and pulling down your skirt. he reached over for his jacket that was in the driver's seat, sprawling it over your lap after he flipped you over; helping your sore and fucked-out self sit.

he immediately checked around to see if anyone had been watching before shutting your passenger door and making his way to sit in the driver’s seat.

he leaned over into you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips as his warm hand caresses your cheek before pulling away, still leaned in close to your lips.

“lo que pasára pequeña, if you wear these tiny mini skirts without around me”

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assiraphales · 5 months

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To cheer up from that depressing ask, how about you read me gush at how:

1. Oda (yes it's him who made this) drew only Luffy & Zoro for this 2020 Gucci collab in Elle Men, &

2. When they're on the same pic, Luffy & Zoro are wearing matching left pinky rings ^^

https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/VdtVxbk5L2 (ignore the haters in the comments lol- Luffy in shoes is commonplace in Oda's cover arts :p)

Post-timeskip Zoro in the green jacket + translucent shirt + accent + ripped jeans is my fave on him for how refreshing & unique the soft, patterned fabric is on the usually masc Zoro & for emphasizing how grunge & boyish he actually still can look at just 21 years old XD

& his brown coats are soo metro elegant & I can just picture the modern office/cityscape action movie he has this fit in, & I love the shinier pants he's in with the shorter black jacket + vest + cute n goofy cartoon brooch & lopsided collar- he looks like he's in a faux preppy rock band in that fit imo?? :D

while Luffy in low overalls + that overshirt + the thin floral scarf looks INCREDIBLE & is the daytime version of that glam photoshoot of Inãki in the sequin jacket somehow???

immediately blacked out at the sight of matching rings on their LEFT??? hands

#ooooooo but thank you!!!!! I love fashion so this is so cool!#zolu #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy

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sylviegunpla · 4 months

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"Gunpla"?: The Entire Haro Collection

Above, you have the Haro Basic line (with one exception). Then, we have a new line, of Ball Haro, Sangoku Soketsuden Haro, Momoharo, and Zakrello. Finally, we have the Tri-Star Haros. That's most of the Haropla line in its entirety (plus one from the SD SS line). These images above comprise the main Haro line... well, minus a few. I'll get to those. You'll note of course i got 3x the tri star haro so i could have one of each number. All of these have been panel lined, and some of them have had molotow liquid chrome applied to some limbs. Oh yeah, i believe they have all been buffed to 10000 grit with Godhand sponges. I believe the Ball Haro also has some GM154 metallic green gundam marker on the eyes. And you might be saying "wait, aren't there two separate green haros that aren't from the SDSS line?" and the answer is Yes! The Haro Basic Green is sitting on another shelf alongside my HGTO RX-78-2:

But that guy can't open his mouth, so he hangs out on that shelf. Here's some more angles

Finally, here are the Haro suits! These guys were a real joy to put together. First up we have the Haroloader, this thing was a joy!

This has been panel lined. The arms were panel lined with molotow liquid chrome and some surfaces coated in it. Also, silver and bronze sharpies in some places? I'm surprised those came out looking half decent at all but the effect is kinda subtle and hard to see in pictures. Maybe you can pick out which surfaces are which? Next up, the Harofitter:

I forgot to put the cat ears up on the Harofitter for the photoshoots i was doing today :( Anyway this guy has also been panel lined, and the little roller has been coated in one of the metallic dark blue gundam markers. You can see in the second photo it is "working on" the injection mold machine (a review for another post). Finally, the Haroloader:

Also panel lined and such. But here's a surprise:

They're girlfriends! Here's some more Haro pics I feel are worth showing off:

This was the first Haro I did, and here it is with a tiny Amuro Ray in its mouth.

Here's it with a larger sibling (to be reviewed in another post)

And here's a look at how glossy i made it just by buffing. Finally, here's a HUGE BLOCK of stats for nerds!

#gunpla #haropla #haro #gundam #bandai #Haro Basic #tristar #plamo #harofitter #haroloader #mobileharo #zakrello #ball haro #momoharo

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boyslugs · 6 days

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Cardi B in Giambatista Viatti- what a STATEMENT. Gonna be some hot takes from me though, sorryyyyy

Is it on theme? Not really, although I guess you could argue she looks like a flower with the massive ruffling. A begrudging 2.

Does it fit? Looks like it! 10.

Is it interesting? Sort of? I mean, it's a big poofy black dress with sooo many ruffles. Gonna give her a 7 here.

Is it practical? Look at the sheer SIZE of that skirt. Sure she can sit down in it, but you're gonna need a Team of people to help you keep it out of the way when you sit down to eat. 2.

Is it cohesive? For what it is, yeah! I think the hat is a good choice here, definitely makes it more interesting than 'oh cardi b wore a giant dress again'. The green jewelry (which you can't really see here) is a nice pop of colour which I appreciate. Hell, even her nails match the necklace. 10.

Is it polished? 10, it sure is! The structuring on the shoulders is truly immaculate.

Is it comfortable? I'm gonna give this an 8 because with that many layers of fabric, you have yourself a coat, pillow, bed, chair cushion all in one, but also that has GOT to be heavy and she's probably also in heels under all that skirt. I hope for her sake she's not.

Is it flattering? Yeah, but like. That much black fabric is gonna drown anyone, so 9.

Would I wear it? This gets a 2 from me for several reasons. Definitely wouldn't wear it to the Met Gala, especially not for this theme; probably wouldn't wear it for most occasions; but I would wear it for like. a dramatic gothy photoshoot.

Is it memorable? Sorry but it's just a massive black dress at the end of the day. Gotta give her a 4 for this.

TOTAL SCORE: 64/100

I respect the vibe, but this is your chance to do way more fun things with fashion. I do appreciate that it took like 8 people to lay out her skirt for photos though.

EDIT THANKS TO A REPLY: bumping on theme up to 6 because "it's giving Black Dahlia" for an updated score of 68/100!!

#tegans met takes #met gala #cardi b

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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Cruel Little Vixen 2

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Chapter Summary: After your time with Eddie, you figured the two of you grew a mutual understanding of one another. Except you discover some things about him that you’re determined to confront him about. During an album signing event, Eddie, gives you the cold shoulder. Two can play that game.

>>>>Series Masterlist Part 2 of 8

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A/N: This is was so fun to write! I did a rendition of the scene between Eddie and Chrissy in the woods where instead it’s the reader and Eddie reminiscing. Also the guy at the bar that reader meets is modeled to look like Fabien Frankel or Ser Criston from House of Dragons because that man is fine and reader gets all the hot boys 🥵 periodt. Next chapter will be spicy 🌶

Word Count: 6.5k+

Warnings: graphic language, humor, lots and lots of fluffy moments, bit of angst, sexual tension, suggestive language, mean!eddie, mean!reader, marijuana consumption, brief moment of female masturbation, alcohol consumption, vomiting

“Will you come out already?” Eddie groans, knocking on the closet door to pass you a joint. “It’s lonely out here.”

“No! You’ll laugh at me.” You called out from the other side. Sliding the white wooden door a crack, you poke your hand through the space to retrieve the joint. You take a drag and immediately go into a coughing fit.

“You okay in there? You sound like my Aunt Helen on her 3rd pack of cigarettes for the day.”

“I’m good.”

“I can make you some tea to relieve that cough. All ya gotta do is come out.”

You’re not sure how Eddie talked you into it but somehow you were partaking in a smoke session with him. It was the very first time you’d ever tried marijuana. You figured, ‘Why the hell not?’, believing the THC would eventually calm your nerves after the pool incident.

Currently, you’re in his bedroom. More specifically, in his closet and you were given some clothes to try on. Only Eddie being high meant that he wanted to have some fun.

“No thanks! Cough’s all gone so I won’t be falling for your tricks to get me out there. I know exactly how you’ll react.”

“Trust me, little vixen. I won’t laugh.”

“We’re nowhere near the trusting stage. You yanked me into a pool.”

“I thought we agreed to keep that in the past.”

“Your definition of ‘past’ is a fairly short time frame.”

“There’s no specific amount of time passed to be defined as the ‘past’. So, yeah, any time from now is in the past. Much like this conversation. Now can you please come out?”

“You…won’t laugh?” You whispered, standing directly in front of the door so that he’d hear you.

“You have my word.” Eddie singsongs.

You sighed, carefully sliding the closet door to the side. Eddie takes a step back waiting for you to step out fully. The moment you do, his eyes twinkled and he began to stifle his snickering.

“I feel ridiculous,” You looked ridiculous. You were wearing his tiger striped coat you’d seen him wore one time in a Heartthrob Magazine’s photoshoot, a wide brim hat with a large feather on the side, purple bellbottom pants that barely fit, a satin floral shirt, giant platform shoes, and green tinted shades. Eddie bursts into laughter, no longer able to contain it. “I knew you’d laugh.”

“I-I’m s-sorry b-but you…” He attempts speaking between fits of laughter. “You just look so adorable. Like a little rockstar.”

“Rockstar? I look like a pimp.” You say, gesturing up and down your body.

“Gah, wish I had a cane for you. It’d complete the look,” He chuckles. “Do a little walk for me.”

“If I do, will you give me something to actually wear?”

“Yes.”

“Ughh. Fine,” You rolled your eyes. Your feigned frustration quickly turning into amusement as you gave your best ‘man’ strut. He beams with joy. His toothy smile is absolutely breathtaking. “This is so stupid.” You say, throwing the hat on the bed.

“How about entertaining?”

“Oh, so I’m here to ‘entertain’ you?”

“Hey, if I have to bare my heart and soul into this whole fiasco so that you can get some brownie points with your company, I should be allowed to have some fun with it.”

“This is for your reputation, too, ya know. You’re not doing me any favors. I could’ve done an exposé on literally any other rockstar.”

“Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of half-witted musicians to choose from. Yet, you’re here…with me. Seems like I must’ve made a good impression,” He smirks, taking the joint from you. In exchange, you received a normal set of clothes. “See? I can be a gentleman of my word.”

“Thank you.” You say, giving your best ‘manly’ wink to stay in character with your current fit.

“W-what…are you doing?” He says a facial expression mixed with curiosity, horror, and amusement.

“I’m trying to shoot you a cute, boyish wink.”

“It looks like you’re having a stroke,” He laughs. “Stop now or you give yourself an aneurysm.”

Heading back into the closet, you removed all the funny looking clothes then unfolded the new shirt given to you. When you laid eyes on it, you smiled brightly.

The famous Hellfire Club T-shirt. He kept it even after 3 years. Maybe there was still that awkward high school outcast in him. It was comforting in a way you couldn’t understand.

Throwing on the shirt, you look at yourself in the full body mirror. It fit you like a mini dress, the hemline covering only half your ass. You looked down for the bottoms he’d given you only to realize he hadn’t given any at all.

“Think you might’ve forgotten some bottoms for me to wear, rockstar?”

“Nah, didn’t forget. Just didn’t give ‘em.”

You let out air through your nose. “Why not?”

“Come and get it.”

You growled. The door slides open again and Eddie’s in front of it with a goofy smile, gym shorts in hand.

“Does being high make you act like a child?” You hissed.

He doesn’t say a word, dangling the shorts in front of you. You leap forward, attempting to grab them with one hand while your other hand tugs at the front hem of the shirt to cover up as much as possible. Eddie’s quick, immediately dodging your hands then he’s a few feet away. You glare at him, wishing you could wipe the smug look on his face.

Closing the gap between you, you launch forward once again. Eddie raises the arm carrying the shorts, hovering it over his head and forcing you to jump to reach them. Then, he suddenly lowers his hand, offering up the shorts. You tried taking it but his grip was so damn tight around them.

“Give it to me.” You say, tugging the fabric over and over.

“Okay, okay.” He lets go and you unceremoniously fall back against his mattress.

Your eyes are to the ceiling, a large mirror above the bed. You felt the mattress sink beside you. Eddie’s lying beside you also looking up at the mirror as if the two of you were stargazing.

“A mirror over your bed? Why? You wanna make your hair’s perfect even when you sleep?” Soon as you finished this point, the revelation hits you like a ton of bricks. The raised eyebrow Eddie shot you only furthered your understanding. “It’s a sex thing…isn’t it?”

“It’s more than ‘a sex thing’. It’s like art to me.”

“Oh god. Could you be real for like 5 seconds?” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“I’m being real. You know how sexy it is to watch yourself going through the motions of pleasure. You look through that mirror and it captures everything like a picture. It’s Life imitating art. Tell me when you look in that mirror, how do you feel?”

You stared up at your reflection for a few seconds in silence. “I feel indifferent.”

“The way you look at your reflection says it all but we can change that. Stick with me, little vixen, and by the end of this month, you’ll view yourself differently.”

“Why do you call me that? Little Vixen. Like the name of your song.”

“Because Vixens are usually hot-headed shrews.”

“Wow, thanks.” You say sarcastically.

“But…” He turns to his side and you turn on yours, too, your faces inches apart. “…when if you tame a shrew the meaning of a vixen shifts. Now she’s a sexy, flirtatious, badass.”

“You think I’m sexy?” You’re emotions betray you and you blush profusely.

“I also called you a hot-headed but if you’d like to focus on the positives I don’t blame you.”

“Shut up.” You giggled.

“Make me.”

You laughter dies out. You stare at him hard then smiled again. Your heart beating and despite your nerves, You were bold enough to ask, “What’d you suggest I do?”

Eddie doesn’t speak. Instead, he simply bites his lip and proceeds to move closer and…closer. If he didn’t hear your heart attempting to jump out of your chest, then he’d for sure hear your breathing pick up.

He gets on top of you. You can feel him poking your inner thigh. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel it. It’s hard. It’s huge. You’re eyes are big and wide, an innocence in them. His eyes looked so pretty it made you jealous. And his lips looked so soft and full. If you’d lift your head just enough, you could feel them on yours. He’s not going to make the move. You had to.

Swallowing hard, you worked up the courage to lift your head off the mattress. Your noses bump against one another, foreheads pressed together. Just a few centimeters more and it’ll happen. Your eyes flutter shut and nails sunken into the small of his back, when you feel him grinding himself against your core as if to encourage you further.

The sensations were incredible and your high only added to the lightheaded fuzziness you felt. You move your head up further.

5 centimeters. 4. 3. 2—

“Shit, Fire!” Eddie yanks himself up from your body, leaving you dazed. The two of you had forgotten the joint you’d been sharing back in forth was now resting on the hat you’d thrown on the bed, burning it.

He quickly throws the hat to the ground, stomping it until the little flame extinguishes. Meanwhile, you were trying to gather your composure slipping on the shorts you’d intended to wear in the first place. You almost kissed him! Which possibly would have led to…no! Nothing’s going to happen. Not today. Not ever. He may have gotten away with it with the girl before you but you meant serious business. This was your career on the line.

You cursed in your head for allowing yourself to be so vulnerable. You’ve always prided yourself for not falling for the charms of promiscuous musicians and actors you’ve encountered in the past. Yet, why did it feel so right with Eddie? You hardly knew him.

You jump out of bed, making sure there was no chance of that scenario repeating itself.

He lets out a small, laugh. “Sorry about that. I must’ve been so distracted. Didn’t realize I’d thrown the damn thing just anywhere.”

“At least, you caught it.” You crossed your arms over your chest almost like you were naked trying to cover yourself from him.

He notices your discomfort. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. All good. We should go downstairs, though. My clothes must be dried by now and I have a few more questions to ask you before I head out.”

“So soon?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I have to meet with my boss about…my font size.”

“Your…font size?”

“Mhm. He thinks it’s obnoxious and that I should try something more eye catching. I was thinking Comic Sans.”

“Fucking Comic Sans? I thought we were friends. Anything but that or else I’ll never forgive you.”

“Noted.”

————

“Do you write your own songs?” You were back in track. The two of you in the living room as you wrote more information in the notebook he lended you.

“Of course do. I don’t trust anyone other than my band to write our songs. Our songs are usually based of our experiences.”

“Death Cunt?”

“That’s Mel’s song,” Eddie laughs. “It’s about this time Mel gave one of our groupie girls a chance to rock his world. The guy’s going at it and she tells him that while he’s inside her, she can do this crazy trick with her—”

“I think I’m good! No need to be traumatized here.”

“You’re lost,” He shrugs. “It’s an hilarious story. Very engaging for readers.”

“What about ‘Cruel Little Vixen’? You wrote that song?”

“Yes.”

“Was it based off any particular woman?”

“My 12th grade English teacher. She was 32 at the time. I was 19.”

“Mrs. Wheeler?! But I liked her. Sucks that she’s a groomer.”

“Wait…how’d you know her name?”

“Uhhh, well, I…um,” You sighed. “Okay. I’ll come clean I guess. I know you from high school. We’ve spoken a handful of times. Nothing revolutionary, moving, or anything.”

“Really? How come I don’t remember you?”

“Because I was always in the background. People hardly noticed me. Crazy thing is…I like it that way. But I’ll jog you memory. I was the girl in the school newspaper club.”

“Oh yeahh,” He nods, smilely brightly. “You were the only girl in the newspaper club. Your hair was shorter. You used to wear that really neat mushroom-patterned sweater. I complimented you about it once and you told me you had a boyfriend and walked off.”

“You remembered that?”

“Course I did. Think that’s the first time I ever heard a girl utter that phrase to me so I’d leave them alone. Ya know, because I was ‘the freak’.”

“That day…I actually wanted to compliment you back. I really liked your Hellfire Club shirts. I wanted to say it but my mouth moved quicker than my mind. It happens a lot actually. Even in adulthood. I’d gotten so used to being dismissive of everyone because I’d been disregarded by them first. So, it wasn’t that I thought you were a freak, I just thought you’d be…”

“Mean and scary.” He finishes.

“Yeah,” You give a dry laugh. “I’m not used to people being nice to me. You seemed really kind with others but I didn’t think it could extend towards me.”

“Can I be honest?”

“Mhm.”

“I used to think you were mean and scary, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I still mean and scary?”

“When you first walked into that dressing room and read every part of me…yeah I did.” He chuckles.

“And now?”

“Now I think you’re pretty okay.”

“You’re pretty okay, too. Maybe a little bit pervy and rude at times but…you’re okay.”

“I’m glad that I’ve changed your impression of me,” He smiles. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve known me, though?”

“Because I wanted to leave a little mystery, ya know. Clock your every thought and surprise you with the things I knew about you so you’d like me enough as your interviewer.”

“Ah, so that’s how you called me out so well the other day.”

“Nah, I’m just that good.” You say, patting yourself on the back.

“Would you like to borrow it?”

“What?”

“The Hell Fire Club shirt.”

“You’d lend it to me?”

“Course. You like it, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then, take it as long as you’d like. Maybe in return, you’d let me try on your mushroom sweater.”

You giggled. “How do you know if I still have it?”

“No way would you get rid of a sweater that cool.”

“You’re right. It is a really neat sweater,” You hold out your hand for him to shake. “It’s a deal?”

He looks down at your hand and you were were sure he’d leave you hanging like the first day. However, he puts his hand in yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Deal.” He smiles.

—————

You’d gotten home, flurry of butterflies in your stomach. You actually had a decent evening with Eddie. You couldn’t wait to write about it. Although, you’d be leaving out some of the very unprofessional moments you had shared together.

“You’re home early.” Chrissy says, calling out from the kitchen. You enter, leaning on the counter as she prepared a meal.

“I know. I decided to call it. I think I got most of what I needed for my second day article. The fans will love this one.”

“Ooh, I take it that you had a fun time.” She says looking at your outfit. You’d decided to keep Eddie’s clothes instead of switching back to yours.

“No. It wasn’t like that. It was a good wholesome time,” Aside from the weed smoking and near kiss incident. “He almost drowned me in a pool along with my writing notebook. So, he offered some clothes. We did an interview and bonded about school…”

“He knows you went to high school together?”

“Yeah, I confessed. He didn’t seem to care that I held that back from him. Just wanted to know why. He’s actually an okay guy. You were right all along, pom-poms.”

“I’m always right, babes,” She winks.

“So wanna watch a movie? I’m in the mood for something scary. Like Carrie.”

“Sorry, love, I thought you’d be coming home super late. I invited Billy over for dinner.”

“Billy Hargrove?! The guy’s a major asshole. Thought he was only a one time fling?”

“He can be really cute once you get to know him.”

“I’ve know him enough, poms.”

“Surface level, isn’t enough. Remember with Eddie? Billy’s just the same. Jason was, too. They’ve got layers. Like walls waiting to be broken down.”

“Or onions when peeled, they make you cry,” You retort. “All this tells me is that you have awful taste in men.”

Chrissy shrugs. “I’ll own up to it. After all, a good girl can’t resist bad boy.”

“Good thing, I’m celibate.”

Chrissy groans. “Sweetheart, you’re young and you need to catch a dick,” The doorbell rings. “Oh! That’s him.”

She adjusts her hair and dress, then answers the door. There’s Billy arm up, leaning against the door from with flowers in the other hand like some casanova.

“For me!” Chrissy says in high-pitched tone, smiling brightly.

“Anything for a girl as sweet as you.” Billy says, licking his lips.

You put a finger to your mouth, pretending to gag then immediately stopping when you notice him look in your direction.

“Hey, You.” He waves.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Ain’t that what I said?” He says nonchalantly, pushing passed you.

You glare at Chrissy who shoots you a forced, awkward smile.

“I seen your article on Francis the Freak. It was some funny shit.” Billy says.

“You read?”

“Y/N!” Chrissy chastises.

“Sorry. What I meant to say was ‘You read my article’?”

“Oh, yeah. Everyone’s reading it. It’s the talk of the town. My employees at the bar won’t stop talking about it” He explains.

“You should visit Billy’s bar sometime, Y/N. It’s really fun. In fact, we can go tomorrow night if you’re free.” Chrissy says.

You contemplated a little. Why not? Some fun in your life will do you good. You’re always looking for a way out of things. And if you learned anything from your talk with Eddie, you’ve learned that your always pushing others away. “Okay. I’ll go.”

“Really? Oh, that’s great,” Chrissy hugs you. “So, tomorrow after your time with Francis, we’ll do a little shopping and be the hottest girls in the club.”

“You’ll be number one, of course, babe.” Billy says, pulling Chrissy to him flushed against him; his hand on her butt.

“Billy. Not in front of my best friend.” She giggles, kissing his cheek

“Oookay,” You gathered your things and some snacks since you had a real bad case of the munchies. “I’m going to leave you crazy kids alone. Please keep the noise down to a minimum. My walkman’s broken and these walls are thin.”

You head head up to your room. Laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling. You can still smell Eddie’s cologne on you. You were still in his clothes and it only reminded you of the warmth you felt when he laid on top of you.

His lips just looked so, so kissable. You bet if you’d kissed him you would’ve melted for sure. Forfeit any kind of thoughts of celibacy. How could you not? When he’s the embodiment of sex itself. Without thinking, your hand slowly travels down to your underwear at the thought of him onto of you. You rub slowly circles trying to remember and match the tempo of his thrusts.

What am I doing? This is a client that I’m fantasizing about, God’s sakes! If I touch myself thinking of him, then how would I have the gall to face him after that? You need to channel this energy somewhere else. Like writing. You’re good at that.

Sometimes, you had hated how much of a stickler you were. Pulling your hand away from your pants, you began took the notebook that Eddie had given you, flipping through it to collect your notes when you spotted some pages were already filled in. Some filled with half written songs. Some poetry. But a page in particular stopped you dead in your tracks. It was a bulleted list. Each point listed relating to how to charm journalists for a positive article.

You felt almost betrayed. His kindness had only been a ploy? And to think you were starting to think he was a decent guy. He tried to seducing you when all else failed, believing you would be just another dickmatized fan. You could just scream. He’ll be hearing from you tomorrow.

——————

The next day you were assigned to attend the Corroded Coffin album signing. Long, long lines of excited fans waiting to have their records and cassettes signed by the members.

Eddie was in the wardrobe trailers. This time you knew better. You knocked first. He calls out for you to come in and you immediately put on your best angry face.

He looks you up and down and instead of saying ‘hi’—of smiling…he blinks, bored. He’s a complete parallel of himself and obviously it made you question if he was replaced by some alien.

“Can I help you?” He asks.

You scoffed. “Yes, you can actually. Please explain this.” You throw the balled up paper at his chest and he catches it, unfolding the paper to view.

“It’s nothing. This is just my manager’s tips to make me nicer to interviewers because I couldn’t care less.”

“Oh, so you were just faking all that nice things you said.”

“Obviously not. I’m a nice person but I’m also made to follow rules that just the way show business goes.”

“I also found some other really damning things in your notebook. Like this page of you and your bandmates tallying up your sexual partners like some kind of competition,” You held the notebook up, shaking it around in the sir. “Is that what I was supposed to be last night? One of your conquests.”

He rolls his eyes, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. “Don’t flatter yourself, little vixen.”

“I wouldn’t call it flattery to be treated like an object. At least if you wanted to keep up with this whole facade, look through your notebooks before handing it to the girl that can make your life a social pariah.”

“What are you so mad about? That I was trying to act like I care for any of this interview crap. I really don’t. I care for my music and that only. I appreciate the exposure, though,” He tries to flick the lighter then lights his cigarette. You pull the stick from his mouth, stomping on it. “Oh, real mature.” He says, sarcastically.

“Says the guy who makes bets about the amount of sexual partners with their bandmates.”

“That was when we were horny losers just starting out our careers as rockstars. I couldn’t give a shit about it now.”

“Regardless, I know exactly who you are.”

“You know nothing. Even if we went to school together.”

“I know enough. And ya know what, I’m keeping the Hellfire Club shirt as compensation for the night you’ve put me through.”

“You mean, the night you probably went back home to touch yourself to memories of me all over you?”

Your eyes are the size of saucers. How did he know that? Is he some kind of wizard?

“I-I can’t believe your insinuating that I’d do that?”

“Not insinuating. I know it. The moment I said it you were so flustered. It’s too easy,” He walks passed you, walking out but not before turning around to say, “And you can go on and keep the shirt. It’s nothing special anyway. I have more like it.”

You let out air through your nose. You were a raging bull. A fire-breathing dragon. You were fucking livid. If he wanted to play games, then you were more than willing to be player two.

At the signing table, Eddie ignored you the entire way through, especially the moment where you needed to ask him some questions in between signings. Instead, he focused more on flirting with the women who approached him,

A pretty woman in particular approached his table, making suggestive comments. “I’ve been a huge fan ever since you first began. Practically followed you guys cross country wherever you played. I’d always had this fantasy I’d get to meet you backstage and you’d see me—”

“Quick question, Francis,” You say, interrupting the story. Eddie slowly turns his head to you, clearly annoyed. “Do you usually have to explain to your sexual partners about the various ointments you own as a means to not to scare them away from whatever issues you may have?”

The girl blinks at you then Eddie.

“Oops, did I say that out loud?” Your voice saccharine in its deceit.

Eddie growls. If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. But you were living. Living for this moment to be exact. He turns his attention to the girl and laughs. “Sorry about my…eccentric interviewer. She’s clearly not telling the truth.”

She laughs nervously. “Um, I’ll see you maybe the next show you play. It was nice meeting you, though.” She leaves.

“Way to go, cockblock.” Eddie snaps at you and his bandmates beside him began chuckling.

“She got you there, mate.” Judas Argo says, fist bumping you.

“You’re as petty as the last interviewer. Gonna write an article about how I’m the scum that broke your heart?” Eddie teases.

“Please. I couldn’t waste good ink writing such a bore of an article. This isn’t pettiness. If I’m going to pour my heart and soul into this ‘whole fiasco’, I should be allowed to have some fun.” You smirked, parroting the words he’d said to you last night.

He fumes and you do as well. Oh, this is war.

The rest of the album signing event, the two of you tried to one up each other on the ‘piss each other off’ antics. You’d open up a chip bag really loud as he spoke, he’d answer your questions with gibberish circling answers that led nowhere and meant nothing, you’d stare hard at him, he’d invade your personal space moving his chair as closer to yours as possible. You were like 4 year olds. A part of you felt bad because it was really all about the fans experience yet at the same time you couldn’t help how angry you felt. You hated that he’d gotten to you so easily.

You met up with some of the fans who’d you’d interrupted their time from Eddie and his bandmates, apologizing for your inappropriate behavior. One thing about Eddie’s fans, they were all really cool and understanding and after a while you’d even made some friends.

In the corner of your eye, Eddie was watching you from afar, a small smile on his face.

————

When the event had ended, you didn’t wait to say goodbye to Eddie. You’d said your goodbyes to his bandmates and manager, then you were gone with the wind.

You met up with Chrissy at the mall. Her words were very clear. You were going to shop til you drop.

“What do you think of this dress?” You held up a long yellow dress with a slit on the side.

“Maybe if you were trying out as a game show hostess for the Wheel of Fortune.” Chrissy comments. “I have terrible taste in men, you have terrible taste in fashion. We’re a match made in heaven.”

“Or hell.”

“Oooo, you’ve gotta wear this.” Chrissy pulls out a little black dress from the rack.

It was simple yet effective, made to hug your curves. But could you pull it off?

“Ooo, that’s hot,” You say, eyeing the dress. “It’ll look more amazing on you though. I don’t think I’d look right in it.”

“Be forreal, babes. This will make your ass and tits look fantastico.” She says, giving a chef’s kiss.

“You really think so?” You smiled, looking back at your butt.

“Yes, now try it on before I do steal it for myself.”

You smiled, brightly, then took the dress to the dressing room. A few minutes later, you come out and Chrissy’s eyes are wide and a big smile is plastered on her face.

“Yess. This is the one.”

You turned around to look in the mirror behind you. You’d never worn something with this much cleavage but it made you feel so…powerful.

“I love it.” You let out a laugh of relief.

Chrissy comes up behind you staring at your eyes through the reflection. “See that girl right there?” She points at your reflection. “That’s the hottest bitch in the room.”

————

The two of you were hot for sure. Chrissy had even done your makeup and you didn’t even recognize yourself. You’d even let you hair down for once both literally and figuratively. You made the call to take a cab so that neither of you needed to be the designated driver. You’re goal was to get fucked up and wash your worries away.

When you’d made to the bar, Billy greeted you both at the door. His jaw drops seeing you. Chrissy puts a finger under his chin, snapping it shut.

“Y/N?” He asks.

“Look who finally remembers my name. Looks like you’ve got him well-trained, Chrissy.”

“You open your mouth and the appeal just plummets to hell.” He insults.

“Will you both quit your bickering and get along for me?” Chrissy pleads.

“Fine.” You both grumbled, throwing a small tantrum.

“Good. Now Billy, dear, you promised us the best drinks.”

“Coming right up, sugar lips.” He smirks, turning over to make them.

“Sugar lips?” You groaned.

She blushes. “He says my kisses are sweet. Okay. It’s a cute nickname and he appreciates my special lipgloss concoction. Some honey mixed with brown sugar.” She puts a finger to her lips, winking.

“I’ve used the same lipgloss since 5th grade. I’ve really got to step up my game.”

Billy sets the drinks in front of you and Chrissy. “Enjoy. This one’s called ‘sex on the beach’.”

The two of you smiled at one another taking a sip of your drinks. It was actually really good. You found yourself, sipping endlessly.

“Hey, slow down. These drinks may taste nice and sweet but they’ll have you on your ass.” Billy cautions.

“Yeah, remember that night I came home and I was super wasted. It was all thanks to Billy’s drinks.”

“I think I can handle a little liquor, guys. My family’s trees lined with heavy drinkers. I think I’ve got down.

…….

You were so very wrong. To say you were tipsy was an understanding. To say you were drunk was child’s play. No. This was ‘bold you’ type drunk. You were the life of the party.

One moment, you were downing drinks with Chrissy; the next, you were challenging some group of guys for a game of beer pong…and you were winning.

The crowd cheered you on anticipating for your last shot into the cup. You throw it and the guy refuses to take the shot claiming to be to drunk.

“Take. The. Shot.” The crowd chants over and over. The poor man continues to refuse. You step up, taking his cup and taking it to the head.

The crowd goes insane, cheering you on as if you’d just done the most badass thing ever. You got a few clap ups and fist bumps from the crowd when you headed over to the telephone’s hung up on the wall near the bathroom.

You dialed a number and the phone rings a few times before a groggy ‘hello’ comes through.

“E-eddie, is that you?” You slurred. “I though I was calling Chrissy.”

“I’m right behind you, silly.” Chrissy says, also drunk as hell.

“Oh yeah.” The two of you giggled, you nearly forgot you had someone on the line.

“Chrissy? What’s going on why do you both sound like that?”

“We’re drunk, duh.”

“Duhh.” Chrissy chimes in.

You were both acting like idiot. Giggling and fumbling over your words.

“Oh god,” He groans. “Where are you?”

“At Bully’s bar—”

“Billy!” Chrissy corrects, giggling harder.

“Right. Slip of the tongue. Anyway, I found Chrissy so I don’t really need you anymore. Byeee.” You hung up.

“You were so mean.” Chrissy laughs.

You shrugged. “He started it.”

“I’m gonna hang around Billy for a bit. Any guy you don’t want bothering you, I’ll come at ‘em with bottle of wine.”

“Why a bottle of wine?”

“To smash over their head, babes.” Chrissy heads to the bar, flirting with Billy.

The moment she does, a man approaches you. He’s handsome. Dark, hair sleeked nicely. Nice, structure jawline. Tan skin. He looked slightly older. Mid 30s possibly. He’s built, too. The definition of a dilf.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You say, hoping you were standing like a normal person.

“My name’s Cole. I saw your gameplay. It was pretty entertaining.”

“Thanks, I’m Y/N.”

“I knew I’ve known you from somewhere. You right for Tone Magazine. I was a collaborating photographer with your magazine last year.”

“Oh wow! Small world.”

“Your article on Francis was great by the way. Funny and with lots of nuance about celebrity culture.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the compliment from a fellow creative arts enthusiast.”

“I was thinking, maybe, we could play a friendly game of pool.”

“Friendly’s not a word in my vocabulary when it comes to games. I’m very competitive.”

“I like a challenge.” He laughs.

“Okay, then let the games begin.”

————

Eddie’s eyes must’ve been playing tricks on him. He’s looking through the bars glass double doors and your in the arms of some random man. Could he be any more cliche? Coming up behind you to teach you how to hold the billiard stick, it was such sleazy move.

Throwing his hoodie over his head to disguise himself as much as he could, he walks into the bar. He spots Chrissy, staring back at him. Her eyes widened quickly walking over to him.

“What are you doing here?! I mean, it’s great seeing you after so long but if anyone sees you, it’ll be crazy.”

“You two called me drunk as shit. I figured you needed some help.”

“We’re fine. It’s all good fun.”

Eddie sighs. “I should still escort you two home.”

“I have my boyfriend to taking care of that.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Mhmm,” Chrissy points in Billy’s direction. “That’s Billy.”

“Oh. So, he owns this bar?”

“Yep. We’re in good hands, Eds. Again, it’s really great seeing you again.”

“Yeah, I agree,” He says then leans in. “You ever think about…” His words are interrupted when he hears your laughter across the room. His eyes falling on you once again. You were flirting and giggling like a schoolgirl. “Uh, will you excuse me for a moment, Chris?”

“No problem.”

Eddie strides over to you. Your eyes lifting from where your hands met with Cole’s to Eddie’s pissed face. “Eddie?”

“Y/N, you rang?”

“I’m sorry are you two��” Cole says, pointing between you both.

“No, course not,” You turned your attention to Eddie. “Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? You called me.”

“I didn’t ask you to come though.”

“Good thing I did anyway. You’re drunk enough not to be trusted with your own decisions.”

“I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”

“I’m taking you home,” He takes your hand before calling over his shoulder at the guy. “Thanks for chaperoning her til I got here, man.”

You struggled to release your wrist from his grip as he led you towards the door, looking over a Chrissy for help only for her to simply waved goodbye. Just as you two nearly made it out the door, his hoodie falls off his head showing of his signature dark brown curls for the whole bar to see.

“Ohhh, crap.” Eddie mutters

“Everyone! It’s Francis The Freak!” A someone yells at the top of their lungs and soon a bunch of people began to call it.

“Run!” Chrissy yells.

You remain still but Eddie takes the initiative, throwing you over his shoulder and beelines for the door. You were beating at his back with your fists, Chrissy’s screaming at the top of her lungs encouraging Eddie to run as fast as he could, the crowd’s chasing him. It was utter madness.

“Let me go.” You hiccuped.

“Ow! Will you stop hitting me?”

He’d reached his car, ungracefully tossing you into the passenger’s seat then quickly slides over the hood to enter the passenger’s side. He revs the engine a few time and bolts. The crowd chasing the car but he’s much too fast.

Eddie takes a deep breath, looking through the rearview mirror. “I think we lost em.”

“I’m about to lose something else.”

“What?”

“My lunch.” You retched. Opening the car door, while he’s still driving, you vomit your guts out.

“At least, you’ve waited until I pulled over, moron.” He pulls over to the side of an empty road.

“Oh yes, I can easily command my stomach from expelling contents from my mouth.”

“Gross. Also, you’re still this sarcastic even when you’re throwing up.”

You wiped at you mouth and he hands you a water bottle. “It’s cold.” He says.

You nod; taking a sip, swishing the liquid in your mouth then spit out on the dirt road.

“Better?” He asks.

“Yeah, sssorta.” Your speech still very slurred.

Eddie exhales deeply, resting his head against the headrest. His eyes shut for a moment then he flops his head to the side to look at you the way with a disappointed look on his face.

“What?” You asked, slightly annoyed.

“You’re trouble.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“You shouldn’t have come. Had a fantastic night. Got a guy’s number and everything.”

“That guy? He could be your teacher.”

You snort. “Funny you’d say that.”

“Whatever,” Silence. Then, it’s broken. “So Chrissy…she’s with that bar owner guy.”

“Yep, Bully (hiccup)—Billy.”

“Seems like a douche.”

“I thought so, too. But he’s actually not so so bad. Don’t tell Chrissy I said that though. She’ll never let me live it down.”

“She could do better.”

“Ooo, you’re jealous,” You begin to sing. “Eddie likes Chrissy. Eddie likes Chrissy.”

“Please shut the hell up.”

“Eddie and Chrissy sittin’ in a tree ‘K-I-S-S-S-S-I-N-G.”

“No, That’s not right. That’s way too many ‘s’s’.” He laughs.

“I think I’m right.”

“You’re not but nice try. Now close my door, will ya? We need to hit the road again before some persistent fans come looking for us.”

“Fine. But my place is back the opposite way.” You say, slamming the car door shut.

“We’re not going to your place.”

“Where are we going?”

“My place, duh-doy. I’m not leaving you home alone.”

“I wouldn’t be alone. Chrissy’ll be back.”

“You really think she’d be coming tonight? You really are too cute for your own good.” He says, attempting to pinch your cheeks but you slapped his hand away.

“Just drive already.” You crossed your arms, looking out the window and secretly smiled to yourself. Damn, he sure had a way about him that would always leave you smiling even when you couldn’t stand him.

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twogyuu · 1 year

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'for good measure'

Pairing: Renjun x gn!reader

Synopsis: Renjun is just cold - not drunk.

Genre: Fluff, mildly suggestive(?), crack, established relationship, mentions of Hyuck, Jaemin, and Chenle.

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk!Renjun, Chenle throws a shoe

WC: ~900

A/N: Fulfilling writing new year's resolution #1 😶 I will slowly start writing for NCT . . . 😊 I don't actually know what I'm doing LMAO.

Anyways! Inspired by Renjun's SMCU Palace photoshoot and just soft for a manz who looks adorable in a puffer coat - he's kinda cute ig :')

Your fingers gently traced along the pink that dusted across his cheeks as he peered up at you, standing between his legs. You weren’t sure if it was from the one too many shots Donghyuck had shoved in Renjun’s hand or the nip of the chilly evening. He was sniffling and he was hasty to take the hot pack that you offered earlier, so you presumed it was the latter. Night had already fallen, but his eyes shined prettily, a pearl-like glint in the corner of his orbs reflecting the moonlight. His lashes fluttered with every blink, his velvet lashes kissing the highs of his cheeks.

“Are you drunk?” you asked in a hushed voice. Your hands stopped at his jaw, cupping his face as you leaned in closer.

“Just cold,” he fibbed, the scent of alcohol lingering on his breath. Unintentionally exposing himself, eyes closed, he smiled a little too wide, it was almost silly, which was very unlike him. He leaned into your touch, his face landing in your hand a little rougher than intended, nearly tipping over.

You were quick to catch him, straightening his body.

“Liar,” you chuckled.

“Hey!” Renjun retorted. “Am not!”

“We should get you some water,” you started to pull away.

Immediately, Renjun’s hands came up to your waist, his fingers hooking around the pockets of your puffer coat and pulled you closer into him.

“Renjun,” you sighed.

“Stop,” he protested, “I said I’m just cold – why don’t you believe me?”

“Cold and drunk?” you offered.

He huffed, snaking his arms around your waist. Your breath hitched when he rested his cheek against your abdomen, taking you by surprise. It wasn’t that Renjun didn’t love you, but he was never one for PDA.

“Stay,” he hummed, ignoring the shock and mild annoyance in your tone. “You’re warm.”

“We’d be warmer inside.”

“I like it here.”

“Renjun . . .”

“No.”

A black and white Adidas sandal suddenly came sailing your way, whacking Renjun softly in the back.

“Hey–”

You glanced up to find Chenle wrapped in a red and green plaid blanket, leaning out the sliding door.

“Get a room,” Chenle deadpanned, “As cute as you are and as entertained as we were to get you on camera being lovey dovey for once, you’re gonna freeze out here. Plus, we’re all kind of getting sick of watching the two of you be soft and shit for us and the neighbors to see.”

Annoyed, Renjun shot a glare at his friend before wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you inside.

“I’ll be ‘soft and shit’ in our room for the rest of the night then,” Renjun grumbled, pushing past Chenle.

You choked on your saliva.

“He said what?!” you heard Jaemin shriek as you both walked passed by.

Pulling you inside the bedroom, Renjun was quick to lock the door. He stepped towards you, forcing you to move backwards until you felt the back of your head knock against the white-painted wood. There was a soft orange glow from the lamp you must’ve forgotten to turn off earlier. Even if there wasn’t much light, it was enough to see how blown his pupils were. You made a mental note to scold Haechan tomorrow for getting Renjun to this point. He didn’t handle his alcohol well – always loose-lipped and a little too handsy one too many shots over. He’d wake up with a bad hangover tomorrow – that’s for sure, there would also be a stream of curses and regrets while he rolled around in bed all morning.

Hands resting on either side of your head, Renjun tilted his head to the side, his eyes tracing your features and taking in your shy demeanor. They landed on your lips – dry from the cold, but still kissable.

Very kissable.

Without warning, he dipped his head and captured your lips, pleased when they still tasted like the strawberry drink you were sipping on earlier. You were taken aback for a second, pressing your back fully into the door and your fingers curled into fists, your nails scraping against the wood before you fell in rhythm with him. You grabbed onto the hems of his coat to steady yourself, leaning in deeper. Renjun made a point to pull back to keep the kiss light. It was nothing passionate per se, but there was an element of urgency to it. Soft and tender as if he was afraid he'd be too rough and make noise that'd give his friends otuside the wrong idea; but his lips moved against your own fast enough that you knew he was eager.

As quick as the kiss started, his lips left yours just as fast. It was almost as if he used his last ounce of energy on it. Pulling away from you, breathless, he dropped his head onto your shoulder, his forehead pressing into the softness of your coat where your collarbone would be. You felt a slight tug at the pockets of your coat again as his fingers curled in.

“I . . . I want to kiss you more, but I’m already tired,” he chortled. You could feel him shaking his head on your shoulder. “I’m so drunk – I’m gonna murder Hyuck tomorrow.”

“You and me, same,” you giggled. You raised a hand to pat his back gently. “Let’s sleep.”

“But . . .”

“We have the rest of this vacation to kiss – don’t worry,” you reassured him.

He huffed, raising his head and quickly pecked your lips.

You cocked a curious eyebrow at him. You weren't really used to this side of him - ever.

“One last one, for good measure,” he explained as if it was obvious.

You shook your head, chuckling, “You are very lucky you’re cute when you're drunk.”

#renjun x reader #renjun fluff #renjun scenarios #huang renjun #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct fluff

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bangtanhoneys · 16 days

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GRACE & SEASONS

SEOKJIN - AUTUMN

Seokjin could see the tree from the bedroom window, the leaves slowly changing from green to a slight orange. Autumn was beginning to arrive in South Korea. It was getting to where the stifling summer heat was dwindling to that cool weather where you could go and put a light jacket on without sweating or needing a scarf like you would do in the Korean winter.

The big festival of Chuseok would be arriving in a month and just two weeks after that would be the biggest date in the Kim/Chu calendar. Finally, finally, after many days, months and years, Seokjin and Grace would tie the knot in front of their daughter, their family, their friends and the rest. The wedding of the century as it had been dubbed by Dispatch had been in full plan since last year and every little detail had been checked, double-checked and triple-checked.

The checklist had been endless and trying to plan a wedding around your career as well as a young daughter had been almost a logistical nightmare but soon the day would be here and the leaves would change from orange to red. Seokjin grinned to himself as he heard the thump of his daughter playing next door, Grace laughing as she watched and the unmistakable noise of six other men getting in on the playdate.

If autumn was going to mean anything to the couple, it would be the celebration of their little family coming together as one (even with four adopted sons and a large extended family), the Chu & Kim household now becoming the Kim household and the next BTS comeback around the corner after the couple returned from their honeymoon.

Seokjin carefully put the wedding rings away in the box that had all the important wedding documentation and closed the lid, glancing up in time to see one leaf fall from the middle of the tree. Autumn was on its way and he could hardly wait.

YOONGI - WINTER

“I hate snow,” Yoongi grumbled for the seventh time.

“You say that every winter and yet it didn’t stop you from joining the maknae line in the snow fight last year,” Grace pointed out as she pulled her scarf tighter around her.

They had decided, stupidly, that they needed to do a snack supply. The weather had been predicted by the forecasters on the TV to be very bad for the next couple of days and it was recommended that people grab what necessary groceries they needed and stay home. Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi had done the big shop while the maknae line had stayed behind to clean up the dorm (or so they said) and Grace & Yoongi had volunteered to go and get the snacks at the 24/7 convenience store at the bottom of the road.

However, the snow started falling the moment they got to the bottom of the stairs and Yoongi, in his usual grumpiness, had declared he hated winter. He hated the cold, he hated being wet, he hated snow, he hated being cold…the usual.

“I don’t mind it, especially if we’re inside. Just think, we can make hot chocolate, turn the heating up full, watch stupid TV programmes where we can ridicule them, eat a stupid amount of food and we can grab you two bags of tangerines,” Grace added as she slipped her hands into the pockets of Jungkook’s coat.

She couldn’t even see Yoongi as he had bundled up in a puffer coat, threw on a beanie, his mask, two scarves and a long coat on top of all that. He almost waddled as he walked with how thick he looked.

“We best get tangerines otherwise this is a wasted trip,” he sighed as he pushed open the door to the store. “You are such a grouchy old man. Why did you volunteer to go?” Grace asked, following the younger man inside.

“Because I wasn’t going to be in charge of those three,” he said referring to the maknae line, as he grabbed a basket, “because that meant I wouldn’t have been able to sneak away for a nap.”

‘And there it was,’ Grace thought to herself with a smile as she found the tangerines and slipped them into the basket.

HOBI - SPRING

“Hobi, this isn’t meant to be a photoshoot,” Grace sighed but she was smiling as said it. She had been stuck under the same cherry blossom tree for half an hour, doing various poses for Hobi’s camera on his phone.

She had suggested, since they had no schedule and it was only the two of them at the dorm, to go outside and enjoy what spring had brought them - warm weather, cherry blossoms, a chance to breathe in the sunshine for once. Maybe go for some iced coffee, enjoy a walk at the local park, take in the trees and then go home. What Grace hadn’t expected was for Hobi to whip out his phone and make her stand under various trees, cherry blossom in her hair and taking what seemed to be a million pictures.

“But noona, you look pretty in spring!”

Another photo was taken.

“I thought I looked pretty in any season,” Grace remarked as she finally stepped away from the tree and back to the path where the bodyguard was waiting, handing over her iced coffee where the ice cubes had melted in the warm breeze.

“Well you do, but you look prettier in spring,” Hobi said as he joined his noona on the path again and dropped his arm over her shoulders. “It makes you look brighter.”

She wasn’t sure if she should take that as a compliment or an insult but in the end, decided to take it as neither. The walk back took longer as she took photos of him as requested, his own unique sunshine shining through each one.

NAMJOON - SUMMER

There was a certain innocence that came with Namjoon.

Whether it was his intelligence, his love of nature, how he couldn’t cook, his clumsiness, his love of riding his bike or just simply sitting and listening to the sounds of Korea on a summer day, there were just times that Grace looked at him and saw him for the young man he really was.

There was a four-year difference between the two and though there was a bit of a small complication as he was technically her leader and she was technically his noona, there still seemed to be that innocence and shyness from that teenager who knocked on her office door. And she could see that as she watched him from where she sat on the towel, his feet in the sand as he searched for his crabs.

She snorted to herself with amusement as he found what he was looking for, first showing it to Hobi who all but screamed and ran away as did Seokjin. But Namjoon paid them no mind as he ambled his way across the sand to show her what was in the palm of his hand.

“Only you could be looking for crabs on a day off,” Grace grinned as she glanced at the crab then frowned when she realised Namjoon had been wandering around with no sunscreen on. “For god sake Joon,” she sighed as she grabbed the bottle and made him sit down in front of her, listening to him reel off fact after fact about the crab in his hand.

JIMIN - SUMMER

Jimin sighed as he looked out the window of their dorm. It was meant to be summer in Seoul and he had planned to go out, to go and enjoy the hot weather and the sun and relax on what little time off he had. Everyone had been the same as it was rare to get a day off in the middle of summer but it seemed the monsoon season had arrived with a vengeance.

“I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon,” Grace said as she closed the front door behind her, shaking off her boots and raincoat. It was hot and sticky outside and the rain was warm as well, even if it was pounding on the pavement. She knew how much Jimin had wanted to go out and enjoy his time off but the rain had washed out those plans and now he was stuck at home, just like the rest of the boys who had disappeared to various parts of the dorm or the studio.

“Come on chim, I’ve got a plan,” she said as she headed to the kitchen. “Go and grab a blanket from the closet and throw it on the floor.”

He had no idea what his noona was up to but ever the obliging dongsaeng, Jimin did what he was told. With a bit of care, he pushed the coffee table out of the way and spread the blanket across the floor.

“Here we go,” Grace said as she came over with what seemed to be a platter. On it were strawberries, blueberries and other summer fruits as well as whipped cream, traditional British scones that her mother had made as well as a teapot full of tea. She placed it on the blanket and handed Jimin a teacup.

“Noona, what are we doing?”

“We are going to enjoy a traditional pastime of British people - cream tea. That’s a scone, I’ll show you the proper way of eating it in a moment but pass me the remote.”

Once it was in her hand, she flicked the TV on and went to YouTube and found the Wimbledon channel where they could watch full replays of the tennis tournament. Grace couldn’t take Jimin to London and she couldn’t take him out in monsoon weather but she could at least treat him to a British summer time.

TAEHYUNG - WINTER

Christmas isn’t a big thing in Korea as it is in the US or the UK. But every year, without fail, Taehyung watched as Grace decorated the dorm. At the start, it had been cheap decorations and a small tree but now they were in the bigger dorm, Grace had gone all out.

There was a large artificial tree in the corner near the TV, that was taller than Namjoon, and three large plastic boxes on the floor near it. He could hear the sounds of Bing Crosby coming from the speaker in the kitchen and the unmistakable smell of gingerbread. Grace was fully in her Christmas mode - gingerbread men, roast dinners, the sound of wrapping paper being cut and the little bit of cursing when the sellotape didn’t behave.

It was something Taehyung looked forward to every year.

This year, he had been put in charge of starting to decorate the tree. He was taller than Grace, even if he did have to use the ladder to reach the top, and he accepted the bauble from Grace as she had unpacked it and handed it up to him.

“Do we put a star, ribbon or Santa’s hat at the top?” Grace asked as she pulled the three items from the box and held them up for Taehyung to see. Long fingers carefully slid the red glass bauble on the branch and once it was secure, Taehyung glanced down. He hoped that this would be a tradition for the two of them every year, even when they eventually lived their separate lives in their own separate places. It had become something that Taehyung planned for the moment December arrived.

“I think star this year, noona. It matches the star lights you bought for the kitchen.”

“Ah see, this is why you and I do this. You and your impeccable taste.”

JUNGKOOK - AUTUMN

He was born in autumn.

September 1st.

He knows the season better than anyone - the cooler weather, the Chuseok celebrations, seeing family, the changing of the leaves, how the t-shirts are swapped for jumpers and hoodies. There were traditions the Jeon family had when he was back home in Busan with his parents and older brother but none of them had followed as he moved to Seoul as a teenager to be a member of BTS.

He was 21 now. The clock had officially turned over to September 1st and Autumn had already arrived in Seoul.

They had the Seo Taijin’s 25th-anniversary concert tomorrow and had been up late practising as well as early celebrating Junkook’s birthday. Yet for the young adult, sleep wasn’t coming so easily. 21 years was nothing in Korea - there was no big celebration other than ‘yay! You turned 21.’ 19 was the year you were an adult in the eyes of the government. So simple celebrations had to be had for 21 year old and he knew his noona wanted to go all out but with time restrictions, it just wasn’t going to happen.

Jungkook stared at the clock as it ticked over to 1am. It was officially September 1st, it was his birthday.

The door to the room clicked open quietly and Jungkook watched in the darkness as his noona slipped inside, already a large bag of presents in her hands as she made her way to his bed. “Happy birthday,” she whispered. She knew he was awake, she always knew. Gentle hands ran through his hair and it made him miss his mother. Yet his mother, in nearly every sense of the word, was next to him as she comforted him while trying to get him to sleep.

And as autumn ticked by another day, Jungkook would wake up to his family, to his adopted mother, coming in to sing him Happy Birthday.

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igniting-quill · 3 months

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Happy Spring Fest and Chinese/Lunar New Year!

To celebrate, here are a select few of my D&D OCs in like Hanfu/older Chinese dress. Yes, all my OCs so far would be represented by this because its their culture. Yes I wanted to draw this. No I didn't have time, so we're going to have to settle.

Hailang (Hai) Saangbiar:

Paladin needs her sleeves tight to her wrist. Blue colorscheme.

And also everything in this link lowkey I want to buy it now HAHA

For example:

So good so good, first is more "historical" take of this outfit, the second is more of a fantasy take.

Luxury (Lux) Quartz:

Fantasy-esque style with of course added accessories. Can also do both gender's styles. BIG SLEEVES it's part of the drama!

Obviously, the fan comes along with the outfit. They fucking love the loud sound the fan comes with when opening.

Post Timeskip Lux (future campaign):

Also! Lux is a drama king so of course they'd rock a Shanghai style modernized qipao. Especially because it was see as a "showy" sensual modern clothing item anyways, they'd be drawn to it. This isn't shown lol I got tired.

Ssatosthülasi (Ula)

I saw this one photoshoot with snake-hanfu and I'm obsessed. She would rock the blue and the white both. Also she would have a relationship this sapphic, and I'll need to write it down eventually. Not shown, but Ula would also rock a modernized qipao. With like. Embroidered snakes.

Damien Wang/Gu

Based off the DC character Damian Wayne/Al-Ghul, so of course I had to find something that worked with the wonk colorscheme of red, yellow, and green. AND I FOUND SOMETHING THAT LOOKS DECENT?

Oh he's drinking alc here well, kinda fits the character if you know you know

Happy spring fest hehe!

#Yes there is hanfu discourse and I'm sorry for delving deep right into it well #Unfortunately that's umm... my ethnic clothes?#So yeah I go into this in a very REN FAIRE style #Just so you know BUT if you are an expert and have any suggestions would love to hear #Anyways #COME TRY TO WHITEWASH MY CHARACTERS JUST TRY OHHH IT'S HARDER NOW OH NO WHATEVER SHALL WE DO #ocs #oc #hanfu #hailang saangbiar #Ssatosthülasi #Luxury Quartz

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Hello! My name is Crystal and I would love to request an application for Emmet with a s/o who is a fashion designer. Emmet deserves more love than he has and I think that having a fashion designer girlfriend, she would take great care of him making sure he doesn't get dirty and clearly she would sew his subway boss coat.

I think they would have a nice dynamic <3

Crystal 💎

Emmet and his Fashion Designer!Reader

omg @crystalofmoon19 tysm for saying this literally just a week after i starting binging Project Runway again lol yes i love this. sorry it took so long lol, i just kinda ran with it :D

Emmet first meets you at a photo shoot. Why is he at a photoshoot in the first place? Well it was taking place on the steps of Gear Station and he was there to supervise.

He was told Gear Station was chosen because its entrance gets a lot of unobstructed sunlight. But it was almost twilight and the sun was setting rapidly, so he was a little confused on why that was so important.

Also Elesa is the model in question here, so that was another thing.

Ingo was wrapping things up inside while Emmet made his way to the shoot. There were many more crew members than he expected. There were multiple people on screens, some standing by for makeup fixes, others holding lights, a photographer, and then there was the most commanding voice on set: you.

“Elesa, twist your waist so the dress catches the light better. Good. Better. I need more of a knowing expression–you look like a Deerling in headlights right now.”

You moved beside the photographer, watching Elesa intently as she moved and posed around in a complicated and rigid looking dress.

The dress was designed to look and act like stained glass. It had hundreds of panels and geometric cutouts with glass that was reflecting all the warm colors of the sunset. It looked like art–something celebrities wear to the Shelmet Gala.

“Hello?! Light people? Why aren’t we moving already? We have just minutes before the sun sets to get these shots, let's go! C’mon!”

Emmet was ticked off. How could you be yelling at everyone like this? And nobody was saying anything? Just who were you? You weren’t even the photographer!

The Subway Boss stormed up to you, a large and intimidating smile stuck on his lips. He walks with such purpose and everybody knows he was, in fact, invited here, so nobody stands in his way as he approaches you and places a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Hello there! I am Emmet. I am hearing you be incredibly rude to the tech crew and Elesa–”

“Oh! Subway Boss Emmet! It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m glad you could make it to the shoot!”

Your face drops from being serious and your tone of voice sweetens to a much more conversational level. The skin next to your eyes creases with your smile.

Emmet is stunned into silence from the whiplash he just had.

Suddenly, the sun dips behind the horizon and darkness inks the sky.

At the change, you turn from Emmet and face the crew.

“Alright, it’s showtime people! We’re switching to the night time half of the shoot, everyone to their positions! We’ve only got one shot at this, so if any of you screw up I swear to Arceus you’re going to wish I was only as angry as a Primape.”

There you go again, yelling out orders as loud and clear as Ingo could. Emmet is astounded by the control you have over your voice.

He’s also just as baffled watching you switch from kind to controlling in half a second.

With a flick of your hand, he watches you pull out a Pokéball and release an Aurorus who’s as elegant as they are tall.

In the dark of the Nimbasa night, Aurorus begins to sing. It’s a beautiful song, and it sounds like it’s from long ago, as old as Aurorus itself.

Emmet watches in awe as an aurora brightens into existence over Gear Station, dousing the world in pale greens, purples, and blues.

Soon, the dress Elesa wears harnesses those colors too, the glass-like panels fading from warm to cool. With the light refracting off of the garment, the model looks like she’s been blessed by Cresselia itself.

For a few minutes straight, Emmet doesn’t think the camera stops shuttering or you stop barking orders. But, once the aurora fades, a few seconds of silence wash over the crew.

Suddenly, cheers break out.

Everyone is clapping and smiling brightly, high-fiving each other and trying to catch a glimpse of the photos taken on the camera.

Your entire crew is full of elation, and you seem to be giving hugs to each and every one of them, thanking them for their amazing work once again. He hears your Aurorus sing alongside their happiness.

But then you turn to Emmet and catch his eyes.

That unbridled glee embroidering your smile makes his heart stop.

You run and jump into his arms, laughing brightly. Emmet catches you easily, despite being startled at your affection. The smile on his face mirrors yours as you squeeze him tightly.

“Thank you for letting us shoot here, Subway Boss Emmet! I had worked on that dress for over seven months and having it be showcased at Gear Station before being worn at Lumiose City fashion week next month means so much to me.”

As you pull away, Emmet notices you, very blatantly, looking him up and down. You do it so obviously that he’s almost taken aback by it.

“You know, with your height and that smile of yours, you’d be a great catalog model!”

He scoffs in fake disgust.

“Not a runway model?”

“Sorry, but I’ve seen you and your brother move like a well-oiled machine, and that’s a little too stiff for the Torracatwalk.”

As much as Emmet would still like to talk to you, you get pulled away by some others who praise you for your work.

A moment or two later, Elesa, who has been taken out of the dress and is now in more comfortable clothes, skips over to Emmet.

“How’d you like getting a glimpse at my life, Emmet? I hope you weren’t too bored!”

“It was much more stressful than I imagined. It reminded me of the station during rush hour.”

Elesa turns to look at you, who is currently feeding Aurorus some kind of treat and praising it. Emmet follows her gaze.

She tilts her head in your direction, purposely pointing you out after watching your interaction with Emmet from the sidelines.

“They’re a good designer-friend of mine, and they’re really well-known in the fashion world because of their high-risk high-reward looks! That means active shoots bring out a Drednawful side of them, but they always treat the whole crew to a night out afterwards to celebrate!”

Emmet ignores the water-typed pun Elesa made and continues to stare at you and your ornate fossil Pokémon.

You looked so kind in this moment, providing affection to one of your partners. But, Emmet had also just watched you be loud and commanding. You knew what you wanted and you strove for nothing less.

It seemed you liked to succeed in your endeavors more than anything.

“Are they single?”

Elesa gasps.

Both Emmet and Ingo are invited to the party you hosted after the photoshoot, even though Ingo was so busy he didn’t actually see the shoot in action.

While there, it was rumored that you and Emmet both had a little too much to drink, both got a little too tipsy, both flirted a little too much, and both left with plans to go see each other sometime soon.

Again, it was just rumors.

But, said rumors would explain all the dates you shared, all the impromptu battles you had, all the surprise visits you made to Gear Station, all the fashion shows Emmet was invited to, and all of the high-caliber ceremonies and award shows Emmet watched on TV (which he never bothered to watch before meeting you).

Okay, so maybe the rumors were true.

Emmet adored having you as his partner–and he equally loved all the quirks your job brought into your shared lives.

First of all, you were incredibly detail oriented. You had to be, every part of your occupation gets criticized, so you tend to double-check, sometimes even triple-check, everything.

The back of Emmet’s coat is covered in yellow Galvantula fur? Don’t worry, you have a lint-roller at the ready.

His tie looks sloppy? No problem, you know practically every knot in existence.

Durant has been acting sassy all week? Have no fear, you slipped some of its favorite snacks in his pant pockets.

Some idiot stained his favorite white coat with a blue slushie? It’s a non-issue because you replaced the tarnished fabric within an hour or so (and you added a special lining on the inside of it to keep Emmet insulated during the winter, y’know, just because you can).

Emmet tends to rush through things. Not because he’s lazy and wants to finish everything as fast as he can, it’s because he always has something he wants to do. He’s excited about everything.

I mean, the faster he gets ready, the faster he gets to the station and the faster he can battle challengers on the double-line, right?

He used to rely on Ingo to reel him in when necessary, but with you by his side, he feels more confident in his work every day.

Sometimes he still rushes himself, but it’s getting less drastic over time.

However, he never moves too fast to forget to kiss you goodbye.

How could he forget his favorite part of his routine?

Another perk about you: you’re famous.

Sure, both Ingo and Emmet have their fair share of fans. Everyone knows who they are in Nimbasa, and they’re also pretty well known around Unova, but their influence doesn’t reach other regions.

You, on the other hand, are like Elesa. You’re a full blown celebrity.

While you can walk down any street in the world and most people won’t turn their heads, everybody knows your name.

When Champion Diantha attends the Latioscars dressed to the Arcanines in an ornate blue and black gown that references a shiny Mega Gardevoir and says that you designed it, nobody bats an eye.

You’re just that good.

While Emmet doesn’t follow all of the fan accounts of you on Instaryugram (he finds them a little creepy), he does follow your main account that has over two-million followers.

The best part about it all? He knows you have millions of fans, he knows you have thousands of people begging for your time, your attention, and your designs…and guess what?

You picked him.

The Subway Boss beat all of them in the race for your heart.

He won you.

And Arceus knows Emmet loves winning more than anything.

(Well, he might love you just a little bit more…)

guys pls acknowledge how great my pokemon puns are i beg. The Shelmet Gala? Latioscars? Instaryugram? Drednawful? Dressed to the Arcanines? this is comedy gold right here. i am innovation that excites. anyway, hope you liked this, Crystal! thanks for being my first request!! and for anyone else, my request box is open :D

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Lockdown sessions- All of this unreal time (The Photoshoot)

In honor of @cillmequick 100 followers celebration, I wrote this as a parallel for my “The Photoshoot” series 🥰📸 don’t worry, if you don’t read the series, all you need to know is the female character is based in OC Yael, Cillian’s wife, she’s a photographer and they are married and that’s all I will reveal in this one shot so the rest of the series won’t be spoiled. Congratulations Alex 💕 I’m so happy you started sharing your incredible ideas and I hope I honor your lockdown idea ♥️

You can find the “All of this unreal time” video here courtesy of Mrs Murphy on IG 💕 which for the purpose of this story, is why they go back to Manchester to film.

Also! For inspiration I used a song that @lyarr24 suggested me a loooong time ago 🥰 better late than ever right? Song: Love me two times by The doors

⚠️ Smut Minors DNI! (I’ve been released from jail so, who cares?)+ pandemic theme, please be cautions, I don’t mean to trigger any hard topics, this is just fiction with a bit of reality, my heart is with those who went through a difficult time during the lockdown ♥️

After getting the negative results they had green light to start filming. It was hard to resist the natural impulse to hug Max Porter, a long time friend. And of course, Aoife and Mary, they were not only collaborators, but close friends as well.

“Sorry I cheated in the geography test and looked the teacher in the eye and swore I hadn’t”

Yael’s hands moved down as she was lost in her thoughts, listening to Cillian’s captivating and deep voice.

The C0vid restrictions only had one effect on him; do his part exposing his heart and soul out. After all these years, it still had the same effect on her; shivers down her spine, mind in blank, her eyes focused on him.

Sitting in an empty restaurant at midnight. The owners kept it open until very late in an attempt to get one more client, one more bill to help them survive and pay their own bills. Not everyone out there was able to stay at home and work from there. These were real heroes, the brave ones. The ones in the background, the ones we don’t notice when we sit on a restaurant comfortably and wait to be served. And don’t get me wrong, of course the doctors, nurses, paramedics, cleaning staff, etc deserve the whole praise, a medal and all the recognition of the world. But also those who helped us to make our lives a little more comfortable, the ones wearing an invisible cape, the delivery guy, the chef, the waitress, the truck driver that didn’t have another choice but being out there.

We all actually are, from our own trenches, doing our best, hoping for better days.

“If we don’t open, we don’t eat.” The woman said with sadness in her eyes. Her face covered by he mask and a massive face shield. She was more than touched when she was asked if they could be able to get the film done there, with the promise of ordering food as soon as they were done for the whole crew.

She immediately rushed to clean the table next to the wall, explaining how this place was her whole life.

Cillian was touched by her words, quietly behind everyone, hands inside the pockets of his coat, the hoodie cap covering his head and his usual mystic aura full on display. Yael saw him closing his eyes for a brief moment, his lips barely moving, whispering the lines of Max’s beautiful poem.

The clear background was a nice contrast to his completely black outfit. The camera guy started filming, following the director’s instructions. Yael was about to take a seat a couple of tables away from Cillian, but she wasn’t there just to support him, she was in charge of the photography of this ambitious project.

“Sorry I was an unkind boy, sorry I borrowed, sorry I pretended to be sorry so often I actually forgot the non-performative and sincere act of apologizing, behind years of faux-sorry showiness.”

And of course, she would add it to her own personal collection of his remarkable work that she had been accumulating over the years.

There was an incredible energy around the whole team, everyone leaving their hearts in every take. It was late, but nobody seemed to care, they were all too engrossed to stop recording, so instead of cutting the inspiration, Aoife suggested a couple of shots in the street, the lights in each business added an incredible atmosphere.

The night was cold, it was past midnight and the sky poured down earlier, making the team delay the filming time, they said they would postpone it but Cillian walked to the middle of the empty street and started saying the script out loud while laying on the wet floor. The team shared a silent look and started filming quietly, no one complained that it was so late, or about the weather, they all knew Cillian’s drive, he wasn’t just a professional, he was extremely excited and desperate to do this work.

“I’m sorry I took, and took, and took, and took, and took, and enriched myself without pause, and left deep scars on the skin of the earth”

She still couldn’t believe this man only needed and hoodie, one look to nothing in specific and he would make her feel a tightness in her heart she couldn’t even name.

I just came out here to say

Every day is the last day

As everyday will always be

And it is more than enough.

His performance was blowing her mind!

Maybe it was the passion he put into everything, or the fact that somehow thanks to the uncertainty moments the world was going through, they both learned they had everything they needed. They re-learned to focus on what really mattered; they were healthy, they were together, their loved ones were doing fine, fighting this battle in their own way.

They felt beyond blessed and grateful for each day, for sharing one more meal, they started to look at the small things.

They were grateful for this moment, for the opportunity of making this project together.

Masks, antibacterial sprays and safe distance was part of their lives now. Some people would agree, some others think this was something made up. It is a personal decision no one in the crew would discuss, but everyone wanted to protect the other.

Cillian got up and kept going, not stopping once to check if the camera man was filming him, he was deeply concentrated in his performance.

He wasn’t just reading lines, he felt every single word, every single paragraph.

It was both scary and exciting, there was a thin line dividing the power of his words and your heart breaking into a million pieces.

Something that would keep anyone on he edge of their seats.

Looking around, Yael realized she had been holding her breath, just like the rest of the crew, Cillian had a way to make everyone gasp, it was hard to look any other way.

As he finished the last line of the poem, she saw her husband keep walking, the camera men following, no one dared to interrupt the beautiful silence around until Cillian was ready to stop.

Suddenly he started walking back and forward, taking out his cellphone, Yael saw him dialing something, rubbing his face with his free hand.

“I love you, with all I’ve got.” She was close enough to hear.

“Cut.” Aoife called over the radio as she saw on screen that Cillian was crying.

This became something personal, his emotions were all over the place. He was a sensible man, with a heart of gold. And she loved him more than words could ever express.

His face was cold as she touched him,in silence.

Not a single word she could say, would be more beautiful than that moment of silence.

“Let’s get you home, my love.”

Yael gave Max a smile he was only able to see in her eyes, since she had half her face covered by the mask. Placing one of her hands over her heart, she tried to say goodbye to everyone, in return she got kind looks.

Walking past Max, Cillian stopped and breaking with the protocols, he gave his friend a hug. He had teared eyes, just like everyone else.

“Thank you everybody!” He shouted taking Yael’s hand, his rock and strength.

On their way back to the apartment, they found the Manchester streets almost empty, it was conveniently close to the location they chose to film.

“Never hold back your emotions.” Yael pulled her husband's hand giving it a slightly but gentle squeeze, she wanted to encourage him to open up freely to her. “You’ve been so resilient and strong during this time, my center, grounding me.” Cillian looked down, had he? “Making my days easier and better.”

“Going through this nightmare with you made a difference, I’d go crazy without you.” His right hand came to rest to the back of her head, eyes locked on the other one, two hearts beating at the same rhythm, lips dancing in sync.

When was the last time they savored each other’s bodies without a rush?

Coming up for air, Cillian started the way down her neck.

“I’m sorry for every single time I wasn't there. Birthday, anniversary, Sunday brunch...”

Yael opened her eyes surprised.

“Cill, don’t.” She knew how sorry he felt for missing something important.

But he needed to get it off his chest.

“I need you to forgive me for every time I failed you, for saying things I shouldn’t say and not saying what you needed to hear from me.” Once he took off the scarf around her neck, his thumb was brushing under her breast, even through the fabric of her sweater, her skin was burning up.

“I need you to forgive me too, for my fails.” Yael helped him take off his hoodie, running her finger through his hair then. “For not making you my priority all the time.”

“It’s okay, you’ve been working a lot.” Cillian finally managed to get her out of those jeans.

A lot of things had been in the middle lately, plus all the stress and worry that came with the current situation.

But tonight, it was all about them.

“I’m super proud of what you did earlier, the way you poured your heart out, it’s the most beautiful thing to see.”

He knew his voice would break, all of his emotions where right there in the surface.

So Cillian kissed her lips, slowly, savoring the moment, the silence, enjoying the way her body trembled in his arms. That night he had all of the time of the world to travel her body up and down as he pleased.

And he did just that until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Until her breath caught up in her throat and her heart was beating to its maximum capacity.

Feeling her under his body was nothing compared to feel her body opening and welcoming his.

“Oh Cill.” Her back arched from the mattress as he entered her one more time. Setting a slow, yet sensual pace, he bumped his nose against hers. Not even wanting to blink so he wouldn’t miss Yael’s pleasure.

‘Moan for me baby, let me hear you.” Leaning down, he kissed her neck, feeling her pulse.

Chests brushing, skin on skin, he loved the feeling of her nails running down his arms and back.

Yael was holding onto him like a castaway clings to the shore.

The soft lovemaking was enough to send her over the edge and make her see the stars and fireworks.

She couldn’t keep her voice down as she came hard, the ecstasy of her pleasure taking her to a place she didn’t want to leave. His own release matching hers, whispering her name like a prayer.

He looked so beautiful on top of her, buried deep inside her body.

After a few moments, Cillian pulled out, moving his arm to get her close to his body.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Then stay.”

But they both knew that wasn’t possible.

“The tunnel scene was one of my favorite.” Yael whispered against his neck, as they cuddled together. The lights were amazing, and him simply walking in his signature elegant stride. Did he really need anything else? She remembered the shot she got, breathtaking like the rest.

Cillian smiled against her hair. “You said that before.”

“That’s because I love this project and I love your work.”

Feeling him sighting, she fell asleep, right there, in her favorite spot; his arms.

A few hours later, the daylight woke him up, since they forgot to close the curtains. Cillian knew she would be gone in a few hours, and he wanted to make the most out of the time they still got together.

“Hey sleeping beauty.” He smiled at the sight of her opening her eyes.

Yael found her husband leaning against the headboard, smiling down at her.

“Hi handsome.” Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a little groan. “What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock.”

“Wow, that’s so late... haven’t sleep in like this in a while.”

“What time do you need to be at the airport?”

Love me two times baby Love me twice today Love me two times girl

His hand sneaked under the covers, between her legs, while his fingers set her entire body into fire. Oh those fingers! Moving at their own accord in and out of her, brushing against the little button that drove her crazy.

Finally pulling herself up, Yael straddled his legs. “Twelve.”

Her lips connected with his neck, his hands on her hips, pulling her down.

One for tomorrow, one just for today Love me two times I'm goin' away

“So wet already.”

“Been all night wet.” She teased his tip at her entrance, moving forwards and backwards, his tip just brushing her slit, torturing him.

“Sorry for the wait.”

“Why do you make it rhyme?” Pumping him in her hand, she saw the way he let his head back, taking the opportunity to nibble his shoulder.

Love me one time Could not speak Love me one time

“Old man joke you wouldn’t understand.”

And that was the last thing he said when she took his cock and guided it to where he belonged. Inside her. Yael rested one of her hands on the headboard for leverage as as his hands were on her hips to set the familiar tune they both loved. Carefree, loud, hard and deep, without restrictions.

Groaning at the feeling of her walls clenching around him, Cillian moved one hand to her back, to press her further close to him.

Looking down, between their bodies, he found his hard member disappearing inside of her.

“I want you to cum hard for me.”

Last me All through the week Love me two times

But that wasn’t enough, in a swift motion he flipped her on her back and stared thrusting hard and fast into her, bending one of her legs, he hooked it under his arm, making Yael moan loudly at the new rhythm and angle.

“Oh!” It was almost as if an animal was unleashed.

“After you.” He offered after moving his hand around, to find the exact point of the union of their bodies, just pressing his fingertips a little, and Yael arched her back and it was enough to make her reach her second orgasm.

Last me All through the week Love me two times

“Ah, fuck.” He groaned following her immediately, his breathing elaborated.

It took her some time to recover by the intensity with which it hit her while he was slamming her body. But she didn’t mind, she loved to see this side of him, she loved having Cillian on top of her.

He was still trying to catch his breath when Yael rolled to her side and put one of her legs between his. “You need to make more projects like this.” She confessed kissing the scar on his chin.

Cillian saw her walking to the bathroom naked.

“Are you going to love me two times before I go?”

Apparently, his wife didn’t know how to count, because it would be round three, but before he could correct her math, she spoke from the shower.

“I know what you’re thinking, the first one was last night.”

He laughed loudly from the bed, covering his eyes with his palms.

Who was he to deny his wife an orgasm?

“Coming!” He announced rolling from the bed, in a matter of seconds, he was ready to go again.

She wished she could photograph tonight’s sequence, but she needed to head back to Ireland to her other responsibilities.

As the water was running down her body, Yael wished Cillian could understand the power of his voice, the pauses, the looks he gave to he camera and the whole impact he had in this project, it would make it stand out, but he was too stubborn to understand the magic he brought to the table, the difference he made, the souls he would touch with this.

And by the portraits she made during the shooting she was sure that this had to be one of her favorites works of him.

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A/N: This film has to be one my favorite projects of him ♥️ I think he did an amazing performance that gives me goosebumps every time I watch it.

My main account is back!!! 🥰💕 so I’m also celebrating that, remember your thoughts and comments make a huge difference! ✨

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