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mrwavellswaps · 2 months

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Noticing The Difference

I never should’ve bought that fucking statue.

Two months ago I was, dare I say, an absolute hunk. I’d been working out for years on end. Always pushing my limits at every opportunity I could to grow better and stronger. I had a great diet which I made sure to always stick to and plenty of mates I could hit up the gym with. I was in the best shape of my life. Both looking and feeling bigger than ever with muscles that always managed to get me compliments from other dudes at the gym. Not to mention my genetics doing the absolute most by blessing me with a height of 6’1, a handsome face, a perfect hairline and an incredible beard. Looks that, needless to say, got me into bed with plenty of other hot dudes. Daddies, hunks, twinks. You name it. I’d been with them all.

I had everything going for me. I had a great job at my local gym. I’d been approached by multiple modelling agencies. I’d even amassed a fairly large following across my social media with my comment sections always full of thirsty people who ranged from leaving playful compliments to begging me for an onlyfans. Something I’d honestly begun to consider.

But then the statue happened. I found it at a small antique shop in town. I’m not even sure why I went in there. It was like something was drawing me in. Yet as soon as I was in the door I was greeted by an older man who wasted not time in offering his assistance. He whisked me around the shop, showing me everything he had to offer but I could tell he seemed particularly keen on selling me that one statue. I had no idea why at the time but in the end he won me over. It was fairly cheap and looked nice I supposed so before I knew it the shopkeeper was grinning as he took my money and handed me a receipt.

I found a spot for it at home on one of my bedroom shelves. But it was shortly after this that weird things began to happen. I found myself staring at it constantly. My eyes always drawn to the statue. I’d find myself thinking about it when I was at work. But things only started getting really weird when I began to get erections while looking at it. I had no idea why but my cock couldn’t help stiffening whenever my eyes met that of the statue. It very quickly got worse until soon enough I was standing in the middle of the room unable to break eye contact with the statue while jerking my fat dick. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. It had some kind of hold over me. It wasn’t long then before I could feel my load rising up and getting ready to erupt until suddenly… I couldn’t move.

Everything around me spun and blurred in a dizzying fashion. When my vision cleared I was no longer staring at the statue, but rather I was staring at my own face! It didn’t make any sense! Somehow I was now looking at my muscular body from the outside as if I were a mere spectator. I had no idea what was going on but I couldn’t help feeling a wave of dread wash over me as my former face grinned maliciously at me. Seconds later however that grin twisted into a look of sheer pleasure as he drained my balls completely, groaning in my voice as he did.

“Fuuuuuuckk! It’s been too long since I’ve busted a nut!” He moaned while wiping some of my cum off his hand. Soon after he went on explain what just happened. Apparently the statue I’d bought was cursed. Every few years it starts to lure in a new victim. Making them want to take it home with them and soon become so entranced by it that they end up jerking off to it. In the process making their minds weak enough that the statue can steal their soul and trap them within itself. The side effect to this however is that the soul of the statue’s previous victim gets to take the newly vacant body in return. “Bro you have no idea how excited I was the second I saw you walking into the shop.”

I couldn’t believe it at first. I didn’t want to! But the reality of the situation was impossible to ignore as I watched this stranger begin to flex my muscles with a stupid smirk on what should’ve been my face. All while I was frozen in place. Unable to move or speak. Only capable of seeing and hearing. Completely powerless to stop this stranger from exploring the body he’d effectively stolen from me. And to make it even worse…

“Fuck. I’m gonna pull so many hot chicks with this body! Their pussies are gonna be dripping for this dick!”

He was straight.

Since then I’ve been unable to do anything but watch from a shelf in my bedroom as this guy took over my life completely. At first he really tried to act as much like me as possible. Shortly after taking my place, he looked through pretty much all my personal belongings much to my unheard protests. Learning every bit of information he could that he hadn’t already figured out in the time he’d been watching me from the statue. He must’ve scrolled through my phone for hours, looking through all my apps and messages. All the while playfully taunting me about it.

And after that he soon started going out. Dressing exactly as I would to meet with family and friends. And as soon as he got home he’d immediately come and tell me everything. Describing to me how hardly any of the people I knew even noticed a difference besides giving him an odd look here and there. It was both infuriating and terrifying at the same time. But I honestly couldn’t blame them. With my body’s muscle memory he already had most of my mannerisms down and could talk almost exactly like I did. And that’s how I thought things were going to stay. This imposter becoming my perfect replacement. That is until about a month in when something began to change…

He came into the bedroom one day and groaned as he threw off one of my now sweaty tank tops after what I can only assume was a jog home after a tough gym session to keep that body in shape. He finally allowed himself to catch his breath while placing his hands on those impressive hips I used to own. As he did his gaze shifted towards me; Initially with a glance before then turning to a smile which wouldn’t have seemed nearly as mocking if he didn’t follow it up with that annoying peace sign.

I rolled my metaphorical eyes at the gesture as he jumped on my bed and pulled out my laptop. Unfortunately I already knew what he was doing as he scrolled through some tabs he had saved while tugging down his shorts and unleashing that thick cock I used to own. I couldn’t help cringing like always as I watched him pull up a video and start jerking off to some girl bouncing her tits. He might’ve copied me in many ways but that definitely wasn’t one of them. It was always so unnerving to see my body and cock get horny over women. I usually just try my best to ignore it and hope he finishes quickly… but today wasn’t one of those days. It felt like hours before he finally tossed his head back and moaned with my voice as he spurted my load everywhere while a chick on the laptop was getting her pussy pounded.

“Ohhh gooddd!” He slurred his words coming off the high of orgasm. “I can’t take it anymore!” I had no idea what he meant at first but in hindsight if I’d known I would’ve wished for anything to stop him.

After cleaning himself up, that imposter trudged over towards me and looked me dead in the eyes. “Look man. I know I’ve been a bit of a dick to you this last month. Taking your body and what not. And I promise it wasn’t personal… not that I’m complaining.” A line he’d said to me many times by now as he flexed one of my biceps yet again. “I’ve tried to keep up this act of being you to be respectful I guess but I just can’t do it anymore bro! I wanna act like me!” I couldn’t help but find that last line somewhat ironic. “No offence dude but I'm not into half the stuff your friends and family expect me to be into and I'm not gay either. And I don’t wanna hide that anymore.” I could already feel my nightmare about this whole situation coming true at this point. “Sorry but I'm doing things my way now. I know you’re probably not gonna like it but I promise I’ll make it up to you bro. As soon as that statue you’re trapped in is ready to do its crazy magic shit again, I’ll make sure you get a sick new body. Maybe then we could hang out sometime as bros. No homo though.” He chuckled. And if that last joke wasn’t warning enough for what was to come, I didn’t know what was.

Immediately I could see the shift in his behaviour. Whenever he spoke he began to sound less like me and more like a douchey straight guy who can’t help saying ‘bro’ every other sentence. Things like the way he carried himself began to change and become more characteristic of the man who’d taken my identity. Next were the clothes as he quickly stopped wearing a lot of the tighter looking clothes I owned and pretty much threw out most of the clothes he considered to be ‘too gay’. Quickly replacing them with new clothes he’d bought which just made my former body look so painfully straight. But I guess that’s what he was aiming for.

But it didn’t stop there. I’d already figured out he was a football guy before now with how I could always hear him shouting and cheering at the TV whenever there was a match on. So it wasn’t long before he’d bought a bunch of football related shit as well to put up around my place. After which he told me all about how my friends thought it was so weird that he was so into football now. I wasn’t surprised considering I’d always said before how much the sport bored me.

Now he’d turned my former self into one of the straightest looking and acting guys on the planet. And this couldn’t have been more apparent as I heard him come home with what sounded like two other dudes he’d made friends with at the gym. Straight gym bros I assumed who I’d probably never spoken to before. I could hear them all getting settled on the couch with beers as they hung out. Doing weird shit like chugging their beer and seeing who could belch the loudest. Eugh. I tried to ignore it but my ears couldn’t help perking up when they started having a conversation about my former self’s sexuality…

“Yeah I dunno guys. I used to think I was gay but recently I’ve been thinking of experimenting you know? I’ve always been curious as to what fucking pussy feels like.” I heard him say. Fuck. Up until now he hadn’t actually had sex with a woman since taking my body despite how much he talked about wanting to do it. I figured at least a part of him still felt bad for stealing my body and he probably figured I’d hate it. So when I heard one of his new bros offering to call up a lady friend of his who apparently had a crush on my imposter. I’d have screamed for him not to take the offer if I could. But there was nothing I could do.

“Call her bro.”

Before I know it I have to bear witness as my own body stumbles into the bedroom with a busty chick wrapped around his waist. As they kissed their way over towards the bed, he looked up at me with a what seemed to be a somewhat guilty look. However that look was quickly wiped away as the chick grabbed his bulge, coaxing a satisfactory grunt out from my former voice. Now I found myself cringing a hundred times harder than I ever did before as she started going on about how she knew I wasn’t really gay and that I just needed the right woman.

What came after seemed like torture to me. Having to watch as my imposter got his dick sucked by a woman I didn’t know. Staring on helplessly as he reached down and grabbed at her tits, causing my old dick to buck with excitement as he squeezed them. And even worse so as he moved on to sliding my cock between her tits and fucking them! It felt so wrong to watch but I couldn’t look away as he eventually stopping fucking her tits only to start eating out her pussy instead! God… seeing my own face between a woman’s legs just looked wrong. And yet he was having the time of his life.

But eventually my worst fear came true as I watched him line my cock up with the entrance to her pussy. I could swear he looked up at me again just for a second to mouth the words ‘sorry bro’ before suddenly plunging inside her. And once he did he was like an animal. A beast even! Slamming my formerly gay cock as deep into her pussy as it would go, causing them both to wail out in pleasure. After that he must’ve pounded her for what seemed like hours to me. Stuffing that big titted bimbo full with my dick as the only sound that could be heard over all the moaning was my balls slapping against her taint. Torture didn’t even sound like a strong enough word at this point.

They switched positions a couple of times before they finally reached the climax. Across which time the chick complimented my former cock multiple times on how perfect it was for her pussy and how it made her cum faster than any other guy could. But eventually my imposter reached his limit. There were a few uneven thrusts before finally he let out a long loud groan just as I always did when I came. Immediately his cock began to spasm as it filled the pussy below him with an enormous load, much to this chick’s desire by the look of it. And he wasn’t even wearing a fucking condom…

A few minutes later I had the displeasure of watching him slowly dislodge from her pussy with a dumb grin. He wiped off his sticky cock and pulled on a pair of baggy shorts as the chick continued to bask in the afterglow of it all. I watched as he headed towards the door where his new bros were waiting for him on the other side.

“How was it man? You still think you’re gay?” One of them asked.

That body snatcher of mine grinned. “Nope. I’m as straight as an arrow bros. Tits and pussy only from now on.” He claimed, having to make it all sound somewhat believable before the other two men wrapped their arms around him in a celebratory manner before grabbing him another beer.

I can already tell these are gonna be a looooong few years before he’s finally able to keep that promise and put me in a new body. At this rate by the time I get out of this curse statue, he’ll have knocked up enough bimbo’s to have his own soccer team. Hopefully he’ll start using a condom before then…

#male body theft #male body swap #magic #curse #gay to straight #identity theft #jock #male hypno #permanent #male possession #muscle theft #male muscle growth

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saiidahyunie · 4 months

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standing next to you

hirai momo x bodyguard!reader

synopsis: out of all the pairs of hands and eyes that momo had on her, it was yours that she wanted. better hope that you don’t get fired from your assignment after this.

wc: 5.2k

warnings: smut!!!!, cursing, mentions of bruises, violence, bondage, bottom momo, top reader, reader has tattoos ; i think that's it loll

prequel of "don't go insane" (read this first tho ofc)

⋆｡ ˚༘ ♫: standing next to you by jk

a/n: the things that i would do if i was stuck locked in a room with momo....

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there are three rules that a bodyguard must follow:

rule #1. never let her out of your sight

rule #2. never stray far from her

rule #3. never fall in love with her.

but you broke rule #3, and with good reason; how could you not fall in love?

especially if the person you were assigned to was hirai momo.

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your agency had a reputation for being the best in the business when it came to protecting well known individuals for numerous occasions.

the event for today was supposed to be a complete cake walk with momo, who was a dancer, rapper, model, social media influencer, and cultural icon that has gained a massive following in the past three years. this led to her getting multiple collaborations from high-profile brands that bumped up their business stock by 300% if her picture was in the store, on the billboard, or wherever there was a place for people to take notice.

so what exactly went wrong?

your boss and momo’s manager arranged for her to make an appearance at a pop up event for the clothing brand chrome hearts in new york city, followed by free time since it was her day off on her solo tour before leaving for chicago tomorrow.

things went smoothly when arriving at the store as the small team you led knew the routine of ensuring momo’s safety as you guided her into the store while she waved at the numerous fans who were waiting to enter. the pop up experience was pretty enjoyable with the numerous jackets, pants, and jewelry that was on display as it was also the kind of clothing you would wear casually outside of your suit, so you leisurely browsed while momo was doing a photo-op.

“how’s everything so far?” your boss nayeon chirps in your left ear-piece as you pick it up with your two left fingers.

“very smoothly.” you reply back as you step aside from the loud music and small crowd in the store to pick up nayeon’s voice a little better, “we’re right on schedule.”

“good! that’s what i like to hear.” she beams on the other end, “you and the others are already getting a bonus for picking this up last minute so i wanted to say thank you again.”

“no need to say thanks ma’am, it’s just what we do.”

nayeon laughs at your statement, “you’re always so reliable y/n. ever thought about taking a vacation?”

“maybe once we’re done with the tour i’ll take your offer into consideration.”

“what would i do without you being team leader?”

“just say that you’ll miss me when that vacation comes.”

“you won’t hear it from me.” nayeon replies back as you lightly laugh at the back and forth banter you and her shared, catching momo’s manager yoona approaching you from the corner of your eye.

“is it time already?” you ask yoona as you point to the watch on your left hand.

“we’re all done over here, momo’s just looking at a few more things before we go.”

“do we have to carry anything?”

“no, no, not this time.” yoona replies, chuckling at your question as she fondly remembers you helping her carry a handful of bags the last time she had a free day to go on a shopping spree.

“good to know, i’ll rally the others.” you say as you follow her out to the store again.

you make eye contact with karina, who was your no.2, standing next to the doorway, signaling to her that it was time to go. no words said as she looks to her right to mingyu, the third person apart of the team as he instantly got the message making his way over to you and karina.

“where’s the new guy?” you ask mingyu as karina immediately touches her earpiece to see if there was anything on the open channel.

you all look in the direction to where you hear the sound of rushed footsteps as the fourth guy stood in front of you, his suit looking disorderly with his hair slightly messy, his ear piece hanging off his suit.

“there’s our answer.” karina says with a bitter tone as mingyu facepalms at the new guy’s stunt he just pulled. you balled your fists as the blood within you boiled at what you just witnessed as you saw one of the store workers walk out soon after, freshening up her appearance that only indicated one thing.

“for fucks sake heechul, you’re leaving your post again on the job!?”

heechul flinches at your pressing question, he knew that you were pissed.

“y/n, i-”

“i leave you to stay close to momo for ten minutes and i see you getting frisky with the store workers? do i need to remind you why you got stuck with me after the shit you pulled the last time?”

“i’m sorry-”

“no, don’t even say that you’re sorry. i don’t know why nayeon convinced me to have you with us when it’s clearly shown you can’t even do the simple task of standing still for momo’s safety! what a fucking joke, i’m done saving your ass. we’re gonna have a discussion about this later when we get back to the hotel.”

heechul keeps his mouth closed as you turn away to find yoona, groaning out in frustration as mingyu and karina’s voices fade out from the loud music.

“what happened with heechul’s last assignment?” you hear mingyu ask karina, “from what i heard, heechul got into a heated altercation with namjoon and yoongi at an afterparty. and since then, heechul might be on the chopping block if he doesn’t clean up his act fast.”

scanning around the store to catch yoona and momo at the register, you walk up to the pair as they are about to finish their transaction as momo’s clothes are put in the bag.

“so you did buy something after all.” you say to momo as she handed her wallet to yoona. “can’t leave here empty handed.” momo subtly says as you exchange smiles with her.

“everything okay over there?” yoona asks you, “sounded like you were almost yelling at your team.”

“yeah, sorry, the new guy is still getting used to his new role. just had to straighten him out for a second.”

“must be a pain dealing with all that.”

“all part of the job.” you reply back as yoona starts to make her way to the front of the store. momo follows right after but stops at you for a second as you walked down.

“you know, i find it attractive when a woman puts a man in their place.” momo says coyly. you shake your head at the dashing compliment you received.

“you and i think alike, we both hate the same guy.” you respond calmly, biting the inside of your cheek as you try to calm yourself.

momo giggles at your little nuance on your face, “when we first met up with you guys, i could already tell that he was bad news.”

you scoffed, “funny, people called me crazy for bringing him with us in the hopes of setting him right and look what he pulls.”

a laugh is shared between the two of you as you reach the door facing toward the street. you glance over at karina and mingyu who took their respective positions on your right and left side, peering over behind you to see heechul fix up his tie before giving you the thumbs up.

“alright momo if you wanna stand outside the store for a bit to meet your fans or even sign a few things, we’ll give you the window to do so.” you say as momo puts on her hood and sunglasses, beaming a smile as she nodded at you. your heart accelerated at the cool beauty that was in front of you as the doors swung open, motioning momo to walk forward as the crowd erupted in excitement.

a lot of people came for this pop up event, the sea of people stretching on both sides of the sidewalk in the soho district as you and your team walked out with your client, scanning the area actively to ensure nothing was out of the ordinary. you then walked up to the back door of the escalade, opening it ready for momo as she took a quick video of the crowd turnout before she went on both sides signing her autograph on different items.

the popularity of this girl was insane, and the power she held left you captivated as she looked like she was enjoying the moment.

that would all change when you saw heechul get up close to one of the people in the crowd against the barrier–arguing as the last thing you saw was his fist flying.

an instant second that caused chaos.

a few more punches were exchanged as the security guards in the store swooped in to stop the fight, peeling heechul away as mingyu grabbed on to him, holding him back before he could do any more damage, but it was too late.

the front row of the crowd was put into a frenzy as the barrier in the back corner toppled over, pooling a few people including the person that heechul punched–making a dead beeline for him, while that was happening behind, you locked on momo and yoona were caught right in the middle of all the action.

shit.

in an instant, you bolted for momo and yoona, shielding them from the pool of people as they surrounded you, karina also came just in time to make a path from the sidewalk to the car. mingyu also followed suit, dragging heechul by the collar of his suit as they made their way to the second escalade parked behind you. guiding momo and yoona inside the car as you motioned karina to take the passenger seat, you hung out the side of the open door, signaling the other driver a massive T with both of your hands, telling him to follow the first car to the hotel as you went inside.

luckily the store’s security team and the small band of police officers were able to hold the crowd back for you and momo’s team to get in the cars as you drove away, the red and blue lights of the police bikes and cruisers escorting you down the street.

“is everyone alright?” you ask, assessing everyone's condition in the car.

“we’re okay, we’re okay.” yoona replies breathlessly as momo tries to calm herself after the scare that just occurred, holding her hand as you were genuinely worried about her well-being.

“what the fuck happened out there?” karina asked as you turned around to check on her as well, slightly flustered but still composed.

“fucking heechul…” you seethed as you grip the nape of your neck trying to register the present situation in your head. “that’s strike two now for him!”

“i didn’t see! what did he do?”

“he launched a fist at someone in the crowd. i don’t know who he punched but they were pissed.”

“is he fucking crazy?.”

“it’s rare that he isn’t.”

“nayeon isn’t gonna be happy when she hears about this.” karina says as you hear a frequent beep in your ear piece.

“this is l/n, come in.”

“y/n! is everyone okay in momo’s car?” you hear mingyu on the other end, his voice still distressed causing a small lisp to appear in his voice.

“we’re all good here, i told your driver to just follow us back to the hotel, we’ll regroup there.”

“you got it.”

“how is he?” you asked mingyu about heechul’s condition.

“pretty banged up with a black eye, but don’t worry i taped his mouth shut. i’m sick with his annoying ass already today.”

“you’re welcome for that suggestion. just sit tight, we’ll talk more when we get back. out here.”

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“he what?”

“you heard what i said nayeon.”

“jesus, how bad was the situation?”

“we managed to get out before things went south, but momo is still a bit shaken up.”

nayeon sighs through the phone, “ok, it’s good that you were able to handle the whole ordeal before it got worse. i’ll deal with heechul when the tour is over, but i can guarantee you that he’ll be gone.”

“thank the lord. he’s been a pain in the ass since he got dropped.” you reply as you lightly hit your head against the wall in the hallway.

“i already told yoona that there’s been a change in the schedule, she’ll relay the info to you.” nayeon said after she laughed.

“sounds good, i’ll call you if there’s anything else.” you say before exchanging “byes” and ending the phone call.

you walk over the door to momo’s hotel room, knocking it a few times before karina answers, letting you in as she closed it immediately after. you take off your fitted blazer as you place it on the chair, before standing over yoona and momo sitting down as they were drinking water, still shaken up from the events two hours ago.

“change in schedule, momo is gonna be staying here now for the remainder of the day.” you huffed out as yoona nodded at your instruction.

“i’m sorry about heechul, he-”

“what happened earlier with him is more than enough for us.” yoona says, already agreeing before you even said anything.

“we’ll sort him out later once this all blows over, but for now we just have to deal with it.” you add on, “yoona if you want you can come with us to get some drinks at the lobby.”

“i’ll be fine y/n thank you, i think staying with momo would be more-”

“you should go.” momo interrupts her, yoona curls an eyebrow at her. “mo, are you sure?”

“it’s fine, you deserve a small break while you can.”

“are you sure about staying here alone? we can-”

“i want y/n to stay with me.” your eyes widened at her sudden request.

“if that’s what she wants, it’s okay with me.” you assure yoona’s confused expression, “i’ll have mingyu scoop you and karina up to chill down in the lobby. i’ll join right after.”

yoona nods at your proposition as karina waits at the door, exiting shortly after yoona grabbed her handbag, leaving you and momo in the hotel room alone. you then grab a glass of water for yourself as you sit across momo in the open seat that was once occupied by yoona.

“so much for more shopping.” you say, earning a chuckle from momo as you sip your water.

“stardom gets dangerous at times, but that’s nothing new for you is it?” she says, your gaze meeting hers as you dart your tongue against the inside of your cheek.

“not my first rodeo, and it definitely won’t be my last.” you respond, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your dress shirt, rolling up both of your sleeves revealing a small set of tattoos on your left arm.

“have you always had those?” momo inquired as her interest piqued with the ink drawings on your skin as they were newly revealed.

“oh these?” you flash your arm at her, showing that the whole forearm had designs on top of designs, “i got more, but you don’t want to see that.”

“and what if i do?” she asks again, her confidence brimming more and more as she got comfortable with you in the short span of time.

“for someone who’s always alluring on stage, you sure are outgoing with flirting.” you tease as momo sits forward, slapping your thigh as she snorted out loud.

“this is your second time protecting me, no? i remember you.”

“you do?” now intrigued with her observation as she hummed at your question.

“you were so shy and timid when my team worked with yours the last time i had various events across the country, but now look at you. i would be lying if i said i wasn’t attracted.”

“oh?”

you didn’t know that momo had a thing for you since the last time you worked under her.

with this shocking revelation leaving your mouth agape as your heart pounded fervently, your eyes kept getting lost in momo’s beauty features. even if she was bare-faced wearing an oversized white shirt with training shorts under, she still looked good regardless if she was wearing the outfit from earlier or now.

before you could say anything, your eyes picked up on a patch of red with scratches on momo’s right wrist, instantly grabbing it to check. your hand was more rigid and slightly bigger compared to momo’s petite hand as you examined the damage more closely.

“was this from earlier?” you ask with a slight worry in your voice.

“it was from the car door, sorry.” momo responds with a pout as she avoids making eye contact with you.

you quickly glance at her for a second after as you stood up and walked toward the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit from the bottom of the sink, returning back to the chair as you began treating her small injury by wrapping her wrist with a bandage.

“there’s something about the way your hands move, like they’re always prepared for anything.” momo teases, you look at her as she wore a stupid grin on her face.

“if you want these hands to do something else that you have in mind, i’ll listen.” you respond softly, trying to ignore the flush of warmth spreading across your cheeks. you finish the last of the bandage wrap as you held her hand up to the side, staring at her again prolonging the gentle, intimate moment.

“done.” you say as you let go of her wrist as you wipe your hands together and on your pants, returning your gaze on momo as she leaned in a little bit closer.

“were you serious about your hands doing something for me?” momo asks with a desire churning through your body. you didn’t answer as you were left with your mouth open, still trying to think of a simple answer.

“depends on what you have in mind.”

your mind shelves a cool response but the urges from within your heart only sent one instruction to your head for you to act on one thing and one thing only–as you and momo collided lips.

a slow and rewarding kiss that makes you forget all of the other worries about your job for a second as you draw back, trying to relish in the moment and feeling of momo’s lips with yours.

“this is my way of saying thank you.” momo mutters as you kiss her again, this time with hunger as her hand wraps your head. in just thirty seconds flat, momo’s flirtiness fed your need as the heat between your legs gradually increased.

hands continued to roam around as you shifted around the room to the bed, momo straddles you as you place both of your hands lightly on her ass, squeezing it as she moaned in your mouth at the sudden touch. she pulls away for a second, looking over her shoulder towards where your hands were.

“sorry i–” you say as she returns to face you, hungrily kissing you again as your hands moved their way up on her back. her hands swatting your arms off her body as she grabbed the edge of her shirt as she slipped it off of her flawlessly, noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her oversized shirt.

“holy shit momo....” you say as you pull away as momo’s arms rest on your shoulders, taking in the new territory gained as your eyes widened in astonishment.

nobody else knew of the fact that you had dreams of sleeping with momo-let alone be in the current situation that you're in right now, but my god you kept yourself well composed at the fact momo's body that everyone oogled at some point was right in front of you. correction, on top of you.

“no one else has seen me like this, this is for you only.” momo says as her face meets yours, eyes half lidded as her lust completely takes over you.

“god you look so good.” you sigh out, kissing her chest as momo moaned at the sudden contact in the way you pull her closer as your hands slide up her waist, mumbling a small “fuck” in response.

you took your time indulging momo’s breasts as you alternate between the pair, placing small kisses on each boob, usually switching it up by placing the bud of her nipples in your mouth, occasionally brushing the other with your fingers making her strain her motions a bit which made your cunt throb even more.

“touch me y/n…” momo groans out, “t–touch me more.”

you hummed in response as you stopped to catch your breath from momo’s breasts. momo saw this as an opportunity as she attacked your neck, letting out a harsh groan as the nerve senses spiked at the feeling of momo’s lips nipping away on your skin.

leaning back as momo’s lips are still on your neck, you made the quick movement of flipping her over as you were now on top of her, towering over as she rubbed her thighs together, watching you take off your dress shirt and tossing it off to the side.

“jesus,” momo says, covering half of her face as she bit her lip at the sight of you in your bra.

she sees the remaining parts of your tattoo on your upper left arm as you tied your hair up in a messy bun. your body was built, given the extensive amount of weight training you did in your spare time as there was definition in your arms, shoulders and most notably your abs.

“didn’t know you wanted me that bad huh?” you ask her as you scooched up on the bed, your knee pressing against momo’s soaking core through her shorts, making her breath hitch slightly.

“you wanted my hands? i’ll give you my hands but,” you slide your hands up momo’s waist as she squirmed at your touch, eager to enjoy the feeling more before you grab both of her hands and place them over her head, looking at you as you amusingly smirked at her.

“i don’t want you to use yours.”

fishing for your necktie that you tossed to the side as you joined momo’s hands together, tying them together in a firm knot as you placed her tied hands over her head again.

“keep your hands there and relax, i want to make it up to you for earlier.” you breathed on her neck as she shuddered at the sound of your low, husky voice.

momo nodded, impatiently waiting for your touch as you kissed her neck once more before trailing down to the lower regions of her body. from her breasts, to her chiseled abs, until you finally reach the designated area you’ve held yourself back up till this point.

you continuously work yourself at a graceful pace, making sure to mark up any open spot possible as your fingers slide down to the waistband of her training shorts, making her twitch as you seamlessly slide the shorts off of her in one quick motion, exposing her already leaking flesh as you bite your lip.

shifting yourself lower between her legs as your breath grazes her inner thighs, momo whimpers as she tries to buck her hips forward, trying to force her pussy onto you mouth yourself, you hold her down on her stomach as she whines, toying with her nerves as you latch your lips on her inner thigh harshly leaving another string of marks across her leg.

“y-y/n–fuck, j-just–”

“didn't think you’d be so needy for me to do this.” you tease, “who would’ve thought the hirai momo would have this side of her just for me.”

you give momo’s pussy a longing lick as the surge of pleasure closes her legs reflexively, putting pressure on both sides of your head. before she could literally skull crush you, you bit against her inner thigh, forcing her legs open as she yelped at the quick pain before you latched onto her pussy with your mouth again immediately after.

“so wet for me...i can't wait to ruin you.” you say, running your finger along her sappy folds as momo lets out a needy whine as you dove back into her with more urgency.

momo’s tied hands lock behind your head, ensuring that the contact your mouth was making is never ending as you add your thumb and fingers into the mix. you groan against her core as you nourish yourself with the heavenly elixir that momo was dripping out of her as you made sure to clean up every drop.

“ngh–my g–god” momo cries out as she shakes her head frantically, too fucked to think sensibly as you continue to bombard her with pleasure, pumping your fingers in and out as your tongue lathers her clit for however long you went down on her (it wouldn't matter either way since you're enjoying the contact your mouth and finger was having in her walls.)

“so good, mmf, y/n ‘m gonna fuck-” momo utters as she’s completely lost in the tantalization that you were crafting on her swollen pussy as she feels a slight pressure building up a knot inside her stomach until finally, she lets go, releasing pressure as her walls clench around your curled finger, cumming as you relish in the delicious juice, savoring every last drop.

momo throats out a spent groan, recovering from the orgasm you worked her up so well as you trail back up to momo again, wiping your chin with the last remnants of momo’s slick with your thumb sucking it off cleanly as you work your way back up with kisses.

“was that satisfying for you?” you ask momo as she laid on the mattress, still flushed after being fucked dumb just now.

“better than what i have imagined.” she sighs out as she props her tied hands to her chest, looking at you with her dilated pupils as you cup her cheek, kissing her earnestly as you scratch the side of her hair making her hum with ease.

“since you’ve been a good girl for me all this time,” you started off saying as you reach for her hands, untying them from the necktie, setting them free.

“what do you want to do to me?” you ask momo with a sharp breath as her hands automatically roam around your chest, slipping off your bra and grazing her fingers over your erect nipples.

“i want you to sit on my face.”

you gasp at her sudden request as you happily complied, slipping off your pants and underwear in under three seconds as momo repositions herself flat on the mattress, licking her lips as she prepares herself to return the favor.

hovering your throbbing core over her face, placing your hands on the headboard of the hotel bed, you were caught off guard when momo lifted her head up to latch onto your clit unexpectedly, bucking your legs as you sat down as she began to tongue fuck you, tensing up your abs as the overwhelming wave of pleasure overloaded your senses.

“jesus, mo- fuck!”

you shout out as you adjust yourself as momo places a hand on your breast, circling your nipple as you begin to slightly grind on her face. it didn’t take long for you reach your peak as you kept your pace of overestimating your senses by touching yourself, gaining a moan from momo’s excitement of how you wanted to get yourself off to her as she relentlessly lapped your pussy with her mouth as you rubbed your clit at an excruciatingly fast pace.

“momo m-momo, i- gah!” you uttered out as you came. gripping the hearboard and eventually her head as you ride out your orgasm, breathing heavily, mumbling a string of curses as momo continued to clean you up of the mess you made on her face, hips shivering at the latching of her mouth as she retracts herself with a loud “pop” from your puffy pussy as you topple over momo's face, laying down right beside her, using the last bit of moving strength to shift her over to you as she grabbed the blanket covering you both.

as the cover nestled over the both of you; soft, sensual kisses were shared as the lust was then replaced with tiredness as you and momo’s hand rest on each other’s cheek.

“did you enjoy that?” you ask as a puffed up smile appears on your lips as momo laughs amusingly.

“i did.”

“how long have you–”

“ever since my first outing showcase.” momo answers your question quickly, “i’ve been hoping to get you assigned with me again.”

you laugh as you move your arms for momo to lay her head on your chest, kissing your breast once more as she nestled into you, letting the sleep consume her.

“i’ll make sure your name gets top priority next time you have an event.”

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you don’t remember how long it’s been since you and momo hooked up, but from what you could assume in the first seconds of waking up to the sunlight beaming through the curtains, it was probably the next day.

trying to shift over as you felt a weight on the right side of your body, you look over to see momo still fast asleep with her face smudged over her shoulder, her arm dressed just under your boobs as her breath tickles your neck.

“morning…” you whisper to her ear as you plant a kiss to her temple, shifting your body facing her as she stirs for a bit.

momo shifts around, letting herself stretch a bit before returning her gaze on you as you prop yourself on your elbow, “hi, y/n.”

you lean forward to give her a soft peck as she basically melts at the touch of your lips, tickling her after by showering more kisses all over her face.

“did you…stay the night?” momo asks you as lay on your side again, feeling the soreness settling between your legs.

“yeah, sorry i should’ve-”

“it’s okay, i didn’t mind.”

“okay good.” you say giving her another kiss as you hear your phone vibrating on the small table next to the bed. you reach over to see who had called you, only to notice the numerous notifications in the team’s group chat as well as a few missed calls from nayeon. you would worry about it, but knowing karina would cover for you due to the impounding stress of your leadership gig as you sigh with discontent as you make a quick phone call.

“it’s y/n. yes. yes i’m aware. okay, i’ll be down shortly.” you said in your brief conversation with karina over the phone as momo slowly sits up, the blanket dropping down to her waist, showcasing all of the present marks on her body, and it wasn’t even all of them…

“you gotta go now?” momo asks you as you start to put on your panties and pants, grabbing your bra and wrapping it around your waist.

“yeah, just a quick meeting with karina and yoona in the lobby.” you reply as you look at the work you did on momo and needless to say, it was hearty work done right.

“you might wanna look at your neck y/n.” momo says with a sultry tone as you walk to the mirror to see the extensive damage and fuck, your neck was bruised.

you scoffed at your reflection, running your fingers over them as momo laughs at you.

“think someone will notice those marks i made on you?

“you’re lucky i packed a few turtlenecks for this tour.”

#saiiidahyunee #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice smut #twice imagines #kpop smut #twice #hirai momo #twice momo #momo smut #momo x reader #hirai momo x reader #did i also mention smut?

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 8 months

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imagine being Bucky's neighbor

The noise: the constant noise coming from the halls would have driven Bucky insane had it not been for who the ruckus was coming from. He eased up from as he continued to type on his laptop, sending the email to his writing editor before removing his gaze from the screen. He checked the time on his smart watch and smirked – it was two in the morning, oh to be young again. His socks glided across the hardwood floor, faded white shirt and sweats on. It was his usual outfit for writing through the nights, what could he say? He was a creature of comfort and every Friday night, like clockwork, noise came from the hallway of the apartment complex he lived in. The floor he lived on for years had been quiet, the four apartments had been occupied by a retired couple, a photographer who was constantly away, a divorced fella and Bucky. Then the divorced fella moved out and a new tenant moved right on in – you, a snarky, loud only on the weekend’s talent manager. The first time the two of you met, you were attempting to break into his apartment, and it was a sight.

“Motherfucker, fucking…key….”

Bucky watched from the peephole, recognizing you from the other day; when you had a few friends helping you move in. He stared down at the jiggling doorknob, annoyed to no end that his writing session had been interrupted. Fed up with a few more attempts, he pulled open the door so suddenly that you flung forward. Bucky quickly stepped aside and watched as you fell onto his expensive antique carpet.

“Don’t throw up on the rug.”

“I don’t have rug in my doorway,” you murmured, getting up on your elbows. Her eyes glazed over to the living room, sobering up at the fact you weren’t in your apartment. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed, come on,” Bucky sighed and helped you to your feet. He held you steady for a moment by the waist, finally getting a good look at you. His face softened at the lightness in your eyes, the smirk on your face and the way your hands cradled your head. “You’re drunk.”

“Obviously.”

He laughed. “Your apartment is two doors down.”

You nodded, reaching for the frame of the door. Looking at your neighbor, you nearly threw up on seeing how attractive he was – even in his lousy white tee and sweats. He had a look to him, could be a model…

“You have a face for modeling. Are you signed to an agency?”

Bucky laughed again. “Absolutely not. I’m a writer.”

“Great.” You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the apartment. “Another pretentious prick, but at least I don’t have to work with you. Anyways, apartment two doors down…”

He said yes and scooted you out of his apartment, smiling uncontrollably as he watched you hobble away; nodding his head when you pointed to your door. You blew him a kiss, then saluted him before fetching your keys – the last thing he saw was your fingers wiggle goodbye as you disappeared into the apartment.

He saw you through the peephole, staring right at him and he grinned, flinging the door right open to a slightly inebriated you. Hair out of place, leather jacket on – you held up a bottle of expensive champagne and he asked if the night was successful. Grinning with glee, you moved into the apartment and turned as he closed the door.

“Two Oscar nominations! I stole this from Reese Witherspoon’s table.”

Bucky whistled and plucked the bottle from your hands, apologizing for not being able to make it. You waved a hand and promised it was fine, moving to him. His smile faded into contentment as your hands slipped up his back and he leaned in for a kiss. His body felt so nice and warm, free arm around your waist. You kissed him twice before asking if he was done writing for the night.

“Just sent the last pages to my editor.”

Practically giggling in excitement, you rushed to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses off the shelf. Bucky followed and leaned against the counter, opening the bottle with a boyish smile. You held the glasses out and he poured the champagne, setting the bottle down on the counter. You handed over his glass and he held it up in the air. He stared at you for a moment and couldn’t help but think of that first night – you were so drunk on his carpet. Then the next day he found a fruit basket at his door and note apologizing for your misbehavior. Of course, he had to thank you and asked you over for dinner – which turned into another dinner, then a late lunch and then sex. Mostly in that order.

Then everything turned into unexpected love and now you didn’t have to second guess which apartment door was yours, because his was yours now. And hopefully, the sparkling diamond ring in his desk would seal the deal later that week – that you would be his forever and ever.

“To us,” he chimed.

“To us,” you repeated, eyes softening as the glasses clicked. “And the hot sex we’re having tonight.”

Bucky laughed and clicked his glass against yours again. “Definitely.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #marvel imagine

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nishik1 · 11 months

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you jealous, nishimura? — NEW JEANS!! smau + written

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warnings: protective Niki

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It was an early morning at the Park household. your older brother had decided to invite his friends over for breakfast before their shoot later in the day.

“Sunghoon hyung, where is Y/N?” Sunoo suddenly asked, causing all of the boys to stop eating and look up at him. Riki furrows his eyebrows slightly, causing Jake, who was sitting next to him to stifle a laugh.

“I think she’s still getting ready, why?” Sunghoon says, curious as to why Sunoo wants to talk to you. It’s not that you aren’t close to Sunoo, its just Sunoo rarely ever asks for you.

“our manager asked me to talk to her, you know that they’ve been scouting out Y/N for a while now. and it just so happens that theres been an opening in a new female modeling group and they want Y/N.” Sunoo explains, taking out his phone to show them a few messages between him and the manager. Riki’s eyes widen but he soon smiles at the thought of you becoming a model. you had once mentioned to him how you thought it was cool and even thought of becoming one someday, he obviously supported you and even encouraged you to talk to their managers about it.

“wait why’d they tell you and not me? Y/N is literally my sister!” Sunghoon says with furrowed brows while all the other boys laugh.

“should I go talk to her now or just wait?” Sunoo asks as he shoves his phone into his pocket.

“you can go ask, just make sure to knock.” Sunghoon replies as he looks away and continues eating. with that Sunoo exits the dining room and makes his way up the stairs towards your room.

*knock knock* “Y/N?? are you in there?” you hear a voice say from outside, you smile slightly at the voice before saying

“yeah Sunnie, I’m here! what do you need?” you yell back before putting down whatever you were doing and getting up to walk to the door, a smile on your face as you look up at Sunoo.

“can you come downstairs really quickly? I’ve got something to tell you.” he says, returning the smile as he gestures towards the stairs.

“sure??” you say, kinda skeptical as to why he wants you to go downstairs.

you two make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen while just talking about school, you mentioned how a bunch of people were getting on you for how all of Enhypen follows you on social media.

“so,, what’d you want to tell me?” you ask as the two of you enter the kitchen, Sunoo only smiles in response.

“okay why are you smiling like that?” you ask, making a weird face at him. you turn to the other boys to ask them, but all of them are smiling at you too.

“Y/N, you’re not going to believe this…” He starts off slowly, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“one of HYBE’s new branches is putting together a new female modeling group and they want you.” your jaw drops at this, you literally feel your heart stop. “earth to Y/N?” he says, waving his hand in front of your eyes. slowly, you turn around and look to all of the boys at the table your jaw still wide open.

“Is he serious?” you ask, still in shock. Sunghoon nods with a smile on his face which causes your eyes to go even wider before you turn around and look at Sunoo again.

“you’re being for real right now?” you ask, almost doubting him.

“I’m being so for real.” he says, assuring you.

“oh my god… oh my god..! oh my god!!” you yell, finally processing that HYBE, one of the biggest agencies in Korea wants you in their new group. you run up to ,Riki who was already standing up with his arms open for a hug and jump into his arms with a wide smile on his face. little did you know as the two of you were hugging, that all of the boys were giving Riki a thumbs up.

“alright alright thats enough you two.” Sunghoon says as the pushes the both of you apart, causing everyone to laugh.

“oh my god I have to text the girls!” you say, scrambling around find your phone.

“you’re going to have to text them later, we’ve got to go.” Sunghoon says, gathering all of the plates off of the table and placing them into the sink.

“come on Y/N, you can text them in the car.” Riki says as he grabs his jacket, handing it to you.

“fine…” you say as you all make your way to the door.

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“so Y/N, are you excited?” Heeseung asks you, looking at you through the mirror.

“yeah, I’m also a bit nervous though.” you laugh as you place your phone down in your lap.

“you’ve seen how we do things tons of times before, I’m sure you’ll do great!” Jake reassures you with a comforting smile on his face.

“yeah and you’ve been waiting for this for so long! you’re going to do amazing!” Riki says as he punches you in the arm softly, a soft smile on his face.

“I bet you and Sunghoon are gonna be like icons or something! like ‘the Park siblings of HYBE!’ it’d be so cool!” Jungwon says, imagining how much the agency would grow and how popular you and Sunghoon would become.

“oh Y/N, do you have anyone in mind who you’d want to be in a group alongside you? the mangers are really chill and if you have a recommendation or something they’ll definitely look into it.” Jay says, turning to look at you. your eyes light up when you hear that and a small smile grows on your face.

“yeah actually I do! you know my friends? Minji, Hanni, Haerin, Hyein and Danielle? I feel like they’d be really good models!” you said, to which Jay nods.

“I’ve met them before, I think they’d do well. you should definitely bring it up to our managers, they’ll look into it for sure.” Sunghoon says as he scrolls mindlessly on his phone.

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a few hours passed, you finished taking your headshots and signed a contract so that you’re officially apart of the HYBE model agency. you were also sure to mention your friends as recommendations for the other members in the group and much to your liking, they said to let them now and have them come over right now. you immediately took out your phone and texted them before bowing to the managers and exiting the room.

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“hi!” you said excitedly as you watched the five girls enter, quickly running up to hug them.

“y/nnie! how’ve you been?” hanni asks with a smile as he pulls away from the hug and places her arms on your shoulders.

“hanni what are you? my mom?” you say sarcastically as the girls laugh and hanni rolls her eyes playfully.

“oh shut up!” she says as she removes her arms from your shoulders and flicks your forehead.

“alright follow me, I’ve got take you to the managers so they can talk to you!” you say as you point over your shoulder.

“lets go!” Danielle says excitedly as she grabs onto your arm, causing you to stumble over a bit.

“yah be careful! don’t make her fall!” you hear Minji say which makes you laugh and danielle whine a bit.

“where’s your brother right now?” Hanni asks as she looks around the unfamiliar building.

“he’s getting his makeup done with the others. I can take you all to say hi later, if you’d like.” you offer, to which they all shake their heads as a no. the six of you continue to walk through the building until you make it to some sort of office room.

“alright so all you’re gonna do once your in there is hand them your headshots, which I already have in my bag—“ Hanni cuts you off, “why do you already have our headshots?” she says which causes the girls to laugh.

“I knew I had to come prepared! now let me finish, so you’re going to give them your headshots, as well as your names, ages and then they’ll have you sign a contract so that you’re officially under the HYBE model agency!” you say as you dig through your bag, taking out their headshots as well as papers with their clothing measurements.

“thank god we prepared these before hand, and thank god you brought them with you!” danielle says as she takes hers from you, flipping through it briefly.

“I know right! now you all go in there, we don’t have all day y’know!” you say sarcastically as you open the door and usher them all in.

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NOTES: I know I said this would mainly be smau but I sorta lied… this was also originally going to be a side story but I changed my mind and decided to add it to the main story! also since this was originally a side story its kinda sucky 🧍

taglist: open! @en-chantedtomeetyou @yunicide @txtbrainrot @lizzyyaaaaaa @j-wyoung @beomgyusonlywife @spilled-coffee-cup @sungookie

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kaigarax · 3 months

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Yours Absolutely

Denji (Chainsawman) x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love by connecting with the heart of another."

Let’s set the scene, it’s fall play season Actors flood the hall Through audition drama, vocal running Our two names are called

“(L/n), (Y/n).” The young girl at the front of the room calls out into the crowded room. She has a clipboard clutched tight to her chest as she searches the room for the owner of the aforementioned name.

People are sitting shoulder to shoulder pouring over scripts, quietly reciting lines to themselves just barely louder than a whisper, and nervously shaking as they await for their name to be called next.

Denji finds himself to be in the latter of people, subconsciously bouncing his leg back and forth as he stares up at the ticking clock.

How boring.

Denji, no last name given, had lived most of his life by the whims of others. Being tossed around haphazardly as if he were an object instead of a person. It was, by all accounts, a pathetic life. And sure, Denji knew that his life wasn’t a good one but he didn’t exactly have any means of escape. One could even say that he didn’t even have any reference frame for what a ‘good life’ accounted for.

He was, for lack of simple terms, brash and naive. Uneducated.

So imagine his surprise when he was approached by an Idol Agency and offered a full ride scholarship just because he could carry a tune better than most. Oh, and in his own humble opinion, was a brilliant dancer.

The only issue was that his personality needed a little bit of work.

Oh well.

That’s why people learned how to act, right?

And he’d eventually meet someone that liked him for his personality, right?

Right?

The young girl from earlier with the clipboard slowly makes her way back to the front of the room, looking down at the clipboard for a second, looking up then looking back down again before calling out, “Denji.”

Upon meeting you, I knew I’d win the part but lose my cool So they cast us as the lovebirds And my heart, alas, the fool

Denji follows the young girl with the clipboard into the audition room hunched over and with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Denji was a reasonably accomplished singer. His small group, consisting of Aki, Power and himself, had gained a steady following on social media. They’d even had a song or two make it to the top of the poll charts. With their upcoming success, Makima, their manager, had decided it was time to start making waves in other parts of the Idol industry. For Denji that specifically meant plays. They had considered modeling, but Denji didn’t exactly have the face for that. Besides, singing was basically acting, right?

It’s not as if Makima would be upset if he didn’t get a major role anyway.

He’d already been bypassed at three other auditions and cast as a Townsperson B for a fourth. What would another side role be?

The young girl gives him a once over and sighs before announcing his name to the small group sitting together at the front of the stage.

Denji’s eyes land on you, (L/n) (Y/n), first.

It’s hard not to notice you.

You’re enchanting. Brilliant. Practically gravitational as you give him a warm smile and hold your hand out at him.

He’s pretty sure you’re introducing yourself to him but he can barely make out your words as you shake his hand with that warm smile, your bright eyes looking up at him.

He’s heard of you before. Makima’s said one thing or another about you. Something about a generational talent? He isn’t too sure. Wasn’t paying much attention at the time to her words, instead preferring to admire her visage. Not that the information about you would have mattered much in the first place. Afterall, Denji, before even having met you, had decided he would do everything in his power to make you dislike him.

If you disliked him then you were less likely to join their Agency and less likely to steal away Makima’s attention.

You brush back a loose strand of hair as you begin to recite the lines the director asked you to.

And damn.

You’re hot.

There go Denji’s plans.

It’s a no-chance showmance I don’t mix work with pleasure You sway my stance It’s unprofessional I know that we can’t But I’m drawn to your trance

“You’re here early, Denji.” You say, your voice soft as you hang your coat up and take a seat beside him.

Denji grins, “I got lost.”

You raise a delicate brow, “so you found yourself here accidentally?”

“Bang!” Denji shaped his hands into playful finger guns and raised them as if he just released a bullet or two, “right on the money!”

You laughed softly, “very you.”

He feels his cheeks warm at your laughter and has to force himself to look away lest you see the bright red blush upon his cheeks.

Who’d have thought that Denji would finally get cast as the male lead in the school play? Makima apparently was the only one not surprised when he brought them the news. They said he was chosen because of his chemistry with you. The play director, like most people, was enamoured with your performance and cast the rest of the play around you. Choosing people that would do their best to help you shine; and it seems that Denji seemed to fit that spot best if his role in the play meant anything.

When Denji finally works up the courage to look at you again he sees that you’ve fished a notebook from your bag and began scribbling notes.

He feigns a yawn, reaching his arm up before he subtly attempts to wrap it around you.

“Denji?”

He snaps his arm back, “yes? What? I was totally listening.” Startled slightly as you looked up at him.

You give him a curious look before smiling gently, “I was wondering if you wanted to run lines before the rest of the cast gets here?”

“Yes.” Denji nods dramatically, “definitely.”

He hates running lines.

“Places in five” Tickets to my demise I’m passionately panicking Falling or I’m fangirling Why, why must we read these lines? Admiring you is amateur Call me out of character

Denji’s arms are wrapped around your legs gently as you rest your head on his back. Your arms, which are loosely hanging around his neck, are warm. Almost a little clammy. Your breath is warm against the back of his neck and his heart is beating, erracting, threatening to beat out of his chest.

Your hold around him softens as you laugh, “Denji.”

Your voice is soft as you say his name. So warm and gentle. Denji’s certain he’s never heard someone say his name in such a way before and it sends his heart racing. It feels so different from how everyone else says it. Sounds better than when anyone else says it.

“(Y/n).” He says in response, slowly and calmly in hopes of masking the erratic beating of his ever treacherous heart.

“That’s not my name.” You say.

“It isn’t? But it’s what everyone calls you.”

“It’s my name, but it’s not my real name. It’s what my mother wanted to call me but my father said otherwise.”

Denji laughs softly, “and what would you like me to call you?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I want to be your tomorrow.” You hum, nuzzling into the back of his neck, “I want to be all your tomorrows.”

…

“Um, Denji,” your voice is warm but doesn't hold the same sugary sweetness from just seconds before.

Denji raises his head, as he carries you away from the view of the audience “hm?”

“You missed your line.”

“Oh shoot!”

We’re backstage for a quick change And I catch you sneak a glimpse There’s no cameras, no cast around Our faces dimly lit

The lights are much dimmer backstage as Denji scrambles to throw the rest of his suit on. Whoever thought putting the dance scene right after the school scene deserves to be thrown in jail. Nothing less of the harshest of punishments, Denji thinks as he buttons his blazer up.

No, he takes that back.

The real person that should get in trouble is the one that decided a blazer like this would be the one that they choose to use.

All the little buttons do nothing but frustrate him further.

Whatever.

He’s not going to button it up at all. It’ll look better like this anyways. Fits the ‘cool’ vibe he’s given his character.

Who cares if the director gives him shit later.

Denji looks up, letting out a deep sigh.

In that second his eyes meet with yours.

You look away quickly.

Damn.

You really are so cute.

I won’t make a move, I’ll claim I’m clueless When our friends make jokes But I swear you playing with my hair’s not What the author wrote

“Say, (Y/n),” one of your friend’s teases, “is there anything going on between you and,” she points to Denji who’s standing a little off the the side talking with his own friends. Well, he’s not exactly talking to his friends, he’s eavesdropping on your conversation, but they’re talking to each other in front of him.

You’ve got three friends, or at least three friends that came to watch the show tonight.

A black haired boy who Denji might’ve mistaken for Aki if not for the way his hair sticks up haphazardly in every direction; a brown haired girl who clings to your arm as she teases you about one thing or another; and a pink haired boy.

Denji guesses they seem alright.

Thinks he could’ve even been friends with them if not for the way the pink haired boy keeps looking over at you.

“Denji?” You say his name ever so softly. Denji thinks that if he could he would just melt into a puddle on the floor in hopes that you might one day step on him.

“Yeah!”

“We’re friends,” you hum, a teasing lit to your voice.

“Did someone say my name?” Denji asks, popping up behind you and propping his head atop of yours.

You smile, “speak of the devil.”

He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

If only you knew.

It’s a no-chance showmance But as our bodies breathe Together in the final dance Audience evanesces Reason be damned, you’re not far from my man

The dress you’re wearing swirls around you in bright colours, catching the eye of everyone on stage.

Denji thinks that even if you were dressed in rags, everyone's eyes would only be on you. He’d make certain of it.

Of everything, what likely pushed Denji into the starring role he earned in the play was his ability to dance. Likely the most important part of his character. He spends at least half the play dancing from curtain to curtain. Sometimes spending entire scenes dancing to the whims of your character’s woes. But he likes it that way.

What he prefers.

Knows he catches your attention every time he starts to dance.

Throughout the entire scene, every scene, your eyes will, without a doubt, find their way to him. And he’ll flash you his biggest and brightest smile.

This is the only dance where it’s just the two of you so Denji takes extra care to make sure that you stand out the most. Knows exactly when to do a half step in one direction instead of taking a full one. Knows to maneuver you slightly more to the left during this turn so you can miss that creaky spot on stage despite knowing that the director won’t be too happy. But the director won’t complain, not when everyone’s eyes are drawn to you - practically unable to look away.

“Back on in five” Tickets to our demise I’m passionately panicking Falling or I’m fangirling Why, why do I mean these lines? Admiring you is amateur Call me out of character

‘RING’ ‘RING’

Denji struggles to answer his phone, frantically searching through his different pockets. The ringing is loud and echoes throughout the room.

He glances briefly at the caller ID though doesn't actually see anything as he answers the phone.

“Hello?” Denji answered.

“Denji?”

His heart skipped a beat, “(Y/n)?”

“Where are you?” You asked, your voice loud, clear and out of breath.

“I was out for a run but I’m at the big tree by the cliff. Why? Where are you? You sound out of breath.”

“Really!” You took a deep breath, “that’s good!”

“Is everything okay?”

“Well, do you remember the other day? When we were talking about things we would regret if we never did?” You asked, your voice coming in and out in heavy breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Well I realised what it is that I’d regret.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.” Your voice echoes throughout the room as the music playing in the background suddenly stops. He turns away from the audience and towards you who’s standing beside him, your hands on your knees and your body moving heavily up and down as you attempt to catch your breath.

Am I the Eponine Or Laura Jean I need a script for you and me I want the lead The harmony to your story Re-write the plot Give me the spotlight A monologue before the curtains fall

Denji’s almost forgotten that he’s standing here on the stage as he stares at you. Your eyes shining as brilliantly as they did when the two of you first met.

You’re so pretty.

Truly a dream.

Denji misses his cue to start again, the musicians improvising quickly and replaying the bar they’d just played in order to accommodate. Another thing he’s going to get in trouble for - but none of that really matters to him. Not when you’re standing here in front of him with such a look in your eyes.

“(Y/n) what’re you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on a train right now?”

“I” you huffed, “I’d regret never telling you before I go for the rest of my life.”

Denji swallows, “telling me what?”

Then you look up at him and smile. It’s not the kind of smile you’ve given him every time before. This one’s softer. Warmer. Fonder. Dosen’t seem to have the same plastic filter as all the ones before.

And he’s over.

Ruined for life.

Will never be the same.

“I love you.”

I was never acting at all I was never acting at all I can’t pretend to pretend You’re all that I want ‘Cause I was never acting at all

It’s the final scene.

The final act.

The final showing of the play.

The final time he’ll ever get to be here upon a stage with you. Well it might not be the last time but it’s unlikely that it’ll be the same. No guarantee that he’ll manage to steal the starting role alongside you again.

He’s supposed to smile and give you a hug.

Supposed to tell you he loves you back.

He doesn't.

Instead he moves towards you, which surprises you but you manage to hide your surprise keeping it only evident in your eyes as you raise a delicate brow. He tosses the makeshift prop phone in his hand aside and towards the audience.

He thinks it might’ve hit someone in the head.

Wraps his arms around you and pulls you in.

“Denji?” You ask, saying his name in that warm voice. The only voice he likes hearing his name from nowadays.

He doesn't need words for this as he pulls you in and brings your lips to his.

Fall in love by connecting with the heart of another.

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Song: Never Acting At All Artist: Melina KB

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Under Your Spell

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: You're a photographer and just landed a big job. You try to stay professional, but the model you are working with is quite the distraction...

Warnings: almost nudity, tattoos, piercings, thirst, fluff?

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Yep, you read that right... model!Tom... 😏 Well... @multifandom-worlds texted me a few weeks ago and gave me the inspiration for this oneshot. 😁 We regret nothing. 👀

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Masterlist

Part Two -> Still Under Your Spell (written by @multifandom-worlds )

(Credit for the picture goes to @multifandom-worlds 😁)

"Got a new job for you." Sam, your boss turned friend said, making her way over to you. You were currently in one of the studios, cleaning up after the photo shooting you just had. You were a professional photographer, working for a quite big agency. Turning to face Sam, she stood beside you now, grinning broadly. "And a real big one at that." "Sam, if that's another joke-" "This time it's not! I swear! This is real!" The blonde, curly haired woman giggled, lifting her hands in surrender. Sam tended to prank you from time to time, telling you that you've got a big job; hired from someone like Prada, Gucci or even Nike or Adidas. Well, it never was the case... Until today. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at her expectedly. "You might want to sit down, 'cause it's going to blow your mind." "Sam, please, I don't have to sit down, just because-" "Calvin Klein, male model." "Ohhh gods. Okay, yep, yep, I-I need to sit down." Sam laughed, guiding you to sit on one of the stools. You wouldn't say it was one of your biggest dreams to do a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, but it was definitely in the top five. You needed a second to process this, taking a deep breath. "Sam... Really? Like... Really, really? The Calvin Klein?" Your boss giggled, nodding. "Yep, really really. The Calvin Klein." "Wow... This is... wow..." Sam smiled, knowing very well that this was a small dream coming true. "Congrats, sweetie. You deserve this." You returned her smile and couldn't help but to hug her. "When is the shooting? Where? And oh gods, who is the male model? Do I know him?" You had turned from a stunned girl into an excited energy ball within seconds. Sam laughed once more. "Friday next week. I don't know where yet. I'm still waiting for the management to tell me that. And the model... Well, I don't think you know him, 'cause he's pretty new in the business." "Well, who is it?" "Name's Tom. Tom Hiddleston."

Ten days later, you were pacing around the spacious, yet cosy looking room, preparing everything for the photoshoot. You had arrived over an hour earlier, checking on everything twice - just to be on the safe side. You wouldn't want anything to go wrong. Not on such an important shoot. After all, this could be the chance to prove yourself. The stepping stone into a big, successful career as a professional photographer.

You were readjusting the tripod, totally lost in thoughts, when a deep, yet smooth voice brought you back to the here and now. "Hello?" You spun around at the voice, a hairsbreadth away from knocking over the tripod with the camera. "Apologies. I didn't mean to scare you." The voice spoke up again. "It's okay, I-" You turned around without an incident this time, facing the man to whom the sensual voice belonged - and almost fainted right then and there. Before you stood a tall man with deep blue eyes and a charming smile on his face. His blonde-brown hair was short and curled itself in soft waves over his head. His facial features were utterly defined, with a razor-sharp jawline and high cheekbones. A tattoo adorned his neck. From underneath the white shirt he wore, peaked out another black tattoo as well. He was absolutely gorgeous.

You swallowed hard, tried to regain your focus. "S-Sorry, hi. I, uh, was so in thoughts and... You must be Tom, right?" His smile widened a bit, as he stepped closer. "Please don't worry. I should've knocked or something... And yes, I'm Tom." A smile like his could light up the whole world. You were sure of it. Tom stretched out his arm towards you. Your eyes fell to his outstretched hand. He has such big hands, you thought immediately, biting your lip, before you took his kind and polite offer, and watched how his hand swallowed yours whole. "Y/N." "Very nice to meet you, Y/N." You gave the man a smile, trying to cover up your nervousness. "Likewise, Tom." Your hand left his again, and to prevent an upcoming awkward silence, you spoke up again. "Shall we begin?" "I'd love to."

Sam joined you no minute later, informing you and Tom about the details of the shooting, before she went on her way again, leaving you and Tom to work. While the man went into the adjacent locker room in order to get changed - or well, rather half naked (After all, it was an underwear commercial photoshoot.), you checked your camera one last time.

You knew from the first look at Tom, that he was definitely born to be a model, with the breath-taking good looks he had been gifted. But what you saw when he emerged from the locker room, your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. You had expected a lot... But not this. Not what your eyes witnessed in that very moment. Tom was naked, of course, except for the grey Calvin Klein trunks, which sat snugly around his hips... And crotch. You swallowed hard, tried not to focus on this, of course. Like you had already recognised before, he had tattoos - but not just the two you had seen. Oh no... Tom had a lot more. In fact, was almost his entire body covered with tattoos, starting with that tattoo on his neck. Although, his upper body was not entirely covered, but mostly. Flowers climbed all over his torso, starting at the waistband of the Calvin Klein trunks, up his hips and sides, kissing his left pec and spreading all over his shoulders and arms. It looked stunning and utterly beautiful. You understood to 100 per cent, why Tom became a model.

Tom's legs were covered with a few flowers as well. You could see a flower tendril on both legs, winding itself upwards from his ankles over his calves and knees, ending on his muscular, thick thighs. Speaking of muscles... Tom's body was well shaped. You could tell that already by the blue shirt he had been wearing. Biceps bulging underneath the soft fabric. His shoulders were broad and strong and you could definitely see the fade outlines of his abs, forming into a sixpack. That, combined with the smattering of fine hair in between his pecs and down his belly button was enough to almost got you hyperventilating. You had photographed a lot of people by now, but nobody had swept you off your feet like Tom did. Not just because he looked like a prince, straight out of a novel, written by a woman, no... Because he seemed to be such a nice, kind and charming man.

Though, the tattoos and his utter good looks weren't the only things which caught your attention... Although he looked like a sunny boy with all those flowers, he had something to balance out the 'bad boy image'... Piercings. Tom had a black, curved barbel piercing on his left eyebrow. His lower lip was pierced as well with a black labret piercing. You even caught a glimpse of his tongue piercing, when he licked his lips, which got you thinking about how good it would feel to kiss him with those piercings.

And you weren't just talking about the three on his face... Oh no... There was more. When your eyes wandered lower to his chest, you could see that Tom had both his nipples pierced; causing you to almost drool on your t-shirt. For fucks sake, Y/N! You internally screamed at yourself. Get a grip! This is work! Not a strip club! Stay professional! You swallowed hard, "Alright!" and took a deep breath, hoping that Tom didn't notice your wandering eyes and lusting stare. "Are you ready, Tom?" The handsome man rubbed his hands, smiling and nodding. "I am ready when you are." "Perfect. Let's start."

You had prepared something for the shooting, of course, trying to implement your customers wishes and perceptions. On the left in front of the big white screen stood a rather old, almost vintage chair and on the right a pallet, turned bed, with a soft mattress, some pillows and a white duvet. "Chair first?" Tom asked you, pointing towards the furniture. "If you'd like, sure." "Alright." He smiled, walking over to the chair. You repositioned your camera, thinking you'd start with the bed first, but well... In the end, it didn't matter.

"What do you want me to do? How should I position myself?" You instructed Tom to brace himself with one hand against the chair first, making him stand sexy, but chilled. After that, you told him to sit down, but the wrong way round, so that he sat with spread legs on the furniture, facing the back of the chair. He placed his arms casually on said back, bending his spine slightly. You had positioned the old chair to stand a bit skewed, so his trunks were clearly visible. After all, this was an underwear photoshoot. Well, you were glad that your direct gaze was shielded. Unless you probably would've been expired already. Cause of death: Sensory overload.

When you were done with the first item of the photoshoot, you told Tom to move to the bed, which sent a tingle down your spine. You couldn't deny, that photographing Tom in a bed got you quite a bit hot and bothered. This was a whole new level, causing you to lose concentration and focus slightly once again. You literally couldn't take your eyes off him - and luckily you didn't have to. You were supposed to look at him, weren't you? As the photographer?

"What would you like me to do in here?" Tom asked with a smile, referring to the bed, of course. Take off your trunks and then my clothes. Wait, what? You blinked, shaking your head slightly and hoping Tom didn't notice how you were struggling to keep a cool head. "U-Um... Feel free to try any position you like." He did notice. The man wasn't stupid - and you were bad at hiding your visible attraction. A soft smirk graced his lips; feeling utterly flattered. "Okay, whatever you say, boss." He firstly sat down at the edge of the makeshift bed, placing his elbows on his knees, getting into a kind of thinking position. You quickly snapped a few pictures, watching him change into another few positions. After taking another photo, you looked up at him and said something you regretted afterwards. "I like the way you pose, but I think we should do one more. Perhaps one in which the trunks are very good visibly? Kinda... on full display?" Whoops. You realised immediately how sexual this just sounded, causing you to stumble for an explanation. "I-I mean not that, uh, Calvin Klein complains, because their product isn't to be seen, y-you know? S-Sorry…" You added a small, awkward giggle, hoping your cheeks weren't that red. Tom smiled, shaking his head. "No, I understand. Don't worry. You are probably right." Like you said, you regretted saying this, because Tom took this very seriously...

He returned back to the bed and got on it. Placing himself towards the camera, he laid down on his side, propping his upper body up on his elbow, while he spread his legs, placing one foot on the mattress, so that his leg was bend. The trunks were on full display now. And you? You had to swallow very hard, fighting so hard against yourself to not look. Though, you could swear it looked at you first. Shit.

His thick thighs were perfectly outlined by the grey trunks, causing them to even look stronger. The waistband stretched around his torso deliciously, desperately holding on. "Is this position alright?" "U-Um, yes, sure." With shaky hands you took a few pictures, trying hard to stay professional. Why must he be so sexy, though?

The rest of the photo shooting was absolute torturous for you. Knowing that you were allowed to look, but not to touch. Oh and how you would've loved to touch... You were kind of glad when Tom was dressed again, but also very sad at the same time. "It was a great shooting, thank you. You are a very good, talented photographer." You couldn't help but blush at Tom's words. "Vice versa. You're a remarkable model." The man chuckled. "Well, thank you, Y/N. It was a pleasure working for and with you. Hopefully we get the chance to... work together again." He winked at you, causing your knees to almost give in. Gods, why was he like that? "Well, I-I hope so too."

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Your fan, Mingi (part 1)

(pt.2 here) (your fan ml)

🎤 pairing: mingi x rapper!reader 🎤 genre: slice of life, mix of fluff and angst, music and the industry, slow burn 🎤 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you 🎤 wordcount: 3.4k 🎤 warnings/tags: language, reader is an underground rapper, mingi is totally starstruck, producer hongjoong energy, activism, criticism of music industry, dark side of idol life, hongjoong-ah instead of hyung, yunho is supportive friend (TM), mingi being a rebel, sneaking out, potential rap battles incoming, reader with that mic drop, let me know if anything else 🎤 a/n: Hello there <3 thank you very much for your support, feedback and appreciation, it means the world to me! Here is the next installation of the "Your fan, _____" series, for none other than Song Mingi!! Any reblogs, asks and love is appreciated!

You were an established independent artist, having made a name for yourself among the real veterans and rap appreciators.

Years of tracks, freestyles and collaborations that you had published or appeared in under your belt, you were dead set on making a permanent home in the underground scene, deeming it to be the place where real art was made.

As such, you had openly turned down offers to get signed to bigger labels, spitting on their fineprint.

Besides, after trying to connect with you over music, they had always immediately veered off the trail to discuss image, visuals and something or other about them helping you develop your own style.

Blocked without a second thought. What bullshit was this? You? Not having your own style? Please.

You made it this far riding your own wave, making your own connections, and you sure as hell were not about to sell that off to entertainment industry vultures.

It was the managers, the bureaucrats that you did not want to face. The casting directors with ulterior motives.

You were an activist for creative freedom and helping new artists break through properly. You were vocal about these issues, both in general and through music.

You had first hand experience with how hard it was to become an idol, having actually been cast as a young teen and being a trainee for 2 years, but it turned out that the agency was... questionable, to say the least. And thus your independent journey started, and your doubt of any larger music-related organisations grew.

And the last thing you wanted was to, in front of all those people you were fighting for, who trusted you and saw you as a role model, support those who had questionable intentions. No.

You were a wildfire, spinning things around, remixing reality into raw and emotional lines, your only goal being that at least one person out there could find comfort in your songs.

Fully aware of the responsibility you had as an artist, you breathed your work and never backed down until just conditions for all collaborators, agents and assistants were met.

Though this was honourable, you became notoriously difficult to work with, often deemed to be a pain in the ass.

You would only shrug at that - it wasn't your fault that the music industry was full of self-centred manipulators. Your agent kept assuring you that you were exaggerating, but who said that a nice person couldn't have malicious intent?

Maybe you were overly cautious at times, seeing as you did not enjoy letting people close to you.

Were you alone? No, not at all. You had strong friendships with some legends, attended major events, hell, even gave whole press conferences and readily used the media to spread your message.

You even had some friends who were idols (albeit few), and connected with them deeply over shared passions and visions for the future.

But your soul? Strictly off limits.

Though you did, when the moment called for it, elaborate on one verse or other, either giving it a relatable backstory or linking it to a national or global issue, not once did you bare all.

That was not your style.

Neither was it your fans'.

They did not need to be spoon-fed pretentious monologues to understand.

Your fans were a real unit, many connecting with each other and becoming life-long friends. Since you never tried to gather the bigger venues, even if you were touring the country, you had a chance to interact with them. Reassure them. Connect with them. Human to human.

You understood each other. No accessories. That was the most powerful way to bare all.

It was through these concerts that Mingi had gotten to know you, and soon enough you had become his idol, for the lack of a better word, and muse.

One time he had snuck out of the dorms late at night having heard that a new artist he had heard and liked the sound of was going to be opening for another artist.

By sheer luck he managed to swipe the last ticket available, hours before the concert, and was off, having only alerted Yunho that he was "going out".

The event was held at a club, which technically was forbidden for him, but he was feeling rebellious and wanted to immerse himself in the underground atmosphere for once.

He had to squeeze past many bodies to take his place by a pillar off to the left. There were no seats, as he had expected so he perched himself against the structure, waiting.

The opening act was pretty good, as he had hoped, with the teenage boy on stage having a confident flow. There was that yearning in his eyes, hope for something bigger, like this venue was not enough, but maybe with some time and practice that dream could be achieved.

Mingi was about to leave, turning to try and snake through the crowd that was practically pressing him into the pillar, but their screaming that turned into a hypnotic chant, cult-like made him freeze and turn back.

And there you were. In all your glory. Sitting on a high stool that you had dragged after yourself onto the stage, a wired microphone in your hands that were folded in prayer as you bowed your head repeatedly to the audience.

A single spotlight illuminated your form, clad in pitch black industrial-style trousers, chunky sneakers and matching jacket that was zipped up half-way revealing a black tank top loosely hanging off you.

The aura that spread from the stage into the room was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it only got stronger as you began to perform.

And not just run through the lines as if you had somewhere better to be, no, you were living through the song, riding the beat, eyes ablaze.

The song you had started with, (which he later found out was something you had written in response to some hate your fanbase had gotten), called "Welcome home, to the show", started with a low hum. It reminded him of a rumbling thunder, your voice distorted by intentionally added digital noise.

Then, you broke into a quiet mutter, each phrase so perfectly constructed that it was sending wave after wave, and he was being swept in. He looked around and noticed that all present were whispering along with you, eyes not leaving the stage a single time.

He was also in shock at how few phones there were, being used to seeing thousands.

And after a few more bars, all hell broke loose, and he was ready to rip his heart out and give it to you then and there.

You were captivating, your message and vision resonating beyond the walls of this club. Connecting philosophy, ethics, even politics and popular culture, you were the truth.

You were alive and resurrected those who had broken away from routine to see you.

The concert was as though you were telling a gripping saga, in one breath. No wonder your fans were near mad towards the end, while you finished up with a 'classic' of yours.

The audience begged for an encore.

You were smiling wide, pure ecstasy on your face like you were just coming down from a high. The jacket had long been forgotten, and you were currently wiping sweat off your tattooed arms.

And just when your fans began to quieten down, you raised your mic, and in one motion summoned a beat.

Another roar erupted as you admired your followers. Mingi swore you locked eyes with him, piercing his body.

There it was. A freestyle where you managed to incorporate an impossible flow change, and personally addressed some of the fans you knew personally and spotted in the audience.

After the performance, there was a near total flip in your demeanour. Mingi observed as you settled on one of the seats at the bar, changed in a different top and now sporting a beanie

Both you and your fans were beyond respectful, sharing embraces and kind words like you were old friends. Maybe you were, he still had so much to learn. You looked at each one of them like they were your entire world, recalling and asking about personal troubles they had shared with you before.

Mingi was starstruck, he wanted to learn what you knew. Learn what drove you. Learn how to be like you, even just a fraction.

And that was how you became his definition of an artist, rapper and role model

Needless to say, after the concert he could not just ‘stay the same’.

The members noticed that Mingi was walking around the dorm, travelling and even taking breaks between schedules with earphones in and eyes glued to his screen.

He had also grown to prefer being immersed in his thoughts, more often observing chaos among the members rather than participating in it.

The collection of changes began to alarm the others, as they had no clue what the source of this Mingi switch up was.

All except Yunho, that was. The lad quickly put two and two together, since he was in the know about Mingi's escape to attend a concert, and was homie goals to not spill this information to the others as there had not been any press or spottings.

So during a day when the group was miraculously free, Yunho approached Mingi to go for a drive together, and the latter not suspecting the interrogation incoming, agreed.

While they were navigating around the city, eventually settling for their final destination to be a quick visit to Bucheon, Yunho, passively, in an even tone, inquired:

"So what happened that night?"

Fully not expecting Mingi to BURST. The boy was literally bouncing in his seat recounting the experience, to the point where Yunho had to use "the mom hand" to try calming his best friend.

After agreeing to not act like a car crash risk, Mingi delved into explaining why exactly he had been acting the way he was, happily answering any and all questions that came his way.

Really, he was waiting to fanboy all this time.

He took out his phone and attempted to show Yunho some screenshots and notes, once again forgetting that road safety was a thing that existed.

"Man you really want to Tokyo Drift off this bridge huh?"

So he spent the rest of the drive reading out extensive analysis he had conducted, picking apart your rap and diving into what everything could potentially mean, how the rhyme and structure worked and how he could potentially take some patterns to experiment with.

Yunho was in awe - he could not get enough of professional Mingi, so he was more than happy to hear that he found such a good role model.

It was that sparkle in his friends eyes, the grin that would not leave his face as he talked about a rare video he found on YouTube of you freestyling during a radio show, his pride as he exclaimed that he had found some of your earliest recordings in the depths of SoundCloud, diving into babbling away about how your sound, though had always been unique, had indeed evolved over time.

To Mingi, you were a daring character, not caring for the blueprints or trends, and inspired him to work harder than ever before, hone his skills further so that he could enjoy the music as much as you did. He wanted to live every line.

He already had the ability to feel the music coursing through his body, and move impeccably to every beat, but there was something indescribable about how you created your creations, something unreachable, that drew Mingi in.

He desperately wanted to crack the code - maybe in a way of natural competition, as he was also in the music industry, hell, also a rapper, but when he tried that theory on it did not sit well. Mingi did not see himself ever having even an echo of a thought to surpass you or wrong you – to him, you were in your own unique realm.

The young man had nothing but respect for you and wanted to simply translate that into a deeper understanding of your skills. He knew far too well just how hard it was to make performances like yours appear effortless.

As he listened and listened to studio recordings and compared them to the live versions he had replaying in his head, he noticed how you had even changed up the emotional landscape for the specific audience. There was no limit to how much variability there was.

Seeing how he had won over Yunho and even got him into being one of your listeners, albeit more casual, Mingi became even more bold about his passion for your music and his professional growth.

So, day in, day out he had begun to learn some of your rap, slowing it down, trying to repeat it after you. He had attempted to record himself on his phone to review progress, and then, for the final challenge… he needed Hongjoong’s help.

Upon hearing that the younger member wanted to go to the recording studio Hongjoong quite literally shot up from his sprawled position on the floor, dropping his paint brushes (much to Seonghwa’s rising discontent) and rushing to get ready.

He knew that when inspiration struck, it was a race against time to try recording anything.

Once they were in the studio and Hongjoong checked that all equipment worked, Mingi decided to sit him down and elaborate on what he wanted to do and why.

What he did not expect, however, was for Hongjoong to have a smug expression on his face, leaning back as if he… knew something. And knew it so well that it seemed he could maybe even fact check the information he was being given.

Soon enough, Mingi stopped his monologue to stare his captain down, eyebrow raised.

“Do you want me to text them?”

Mingi.exe stopped working.

What did Hongjoong mean by that? That he could text you? Did he mean to message you on social media? Or to try reaching out to you indirectly through management perhaps? That all seemed more realistic-

“No, for real, I have her number, lucky for you we are what one could consider friends.”

Mingi felt as though he was on some hidden camera prank show, quite literally turning his head to check if that was the case. When the first wave of shock did pass, he managed to mumble:

“But… how? How did you meet?”

“At a speaker and networking event, of all places. It was one dedicated to fusion of different disciplines that fall under the umbrella of creative arts, a few months back.”

“Oh, I think I remember! And wait wasn’t it the event where you presented about combining fashion and music and stuff like that, right?”

“Yes, exactly. So, really, it wasn’t a talk that I exclusively gave. There were a couple of others on the stage with me, and it was like a panel discussion. And guess who was one of the guests there? Your new celebrity crush! We had talked previously on occasion, but after that panel it was a 180 flip.”

“And that is when you got her… number?”

“Yeah. She gave it to me.”

Mingi did not want to admit but he was experiencing an odd pang of jealousy, at how serendipity had led you to Hongjoong and not him. How the older member could consider himself a friend of yours, but Mingi was just a fan. But he could not stay in this state for long – after all, this second level connection was an opportunity. He was sure to be able to reach you now.

A silence fell over the two members.

Hongjoong finally broke the silence with a chuckle, returning to what Mingi had been meaning to do:

“So, you want to record a cover, right? Or what was it again?”

“Yep… there is that one track. From her second album. ‘Dum Spiro Spero’. It blew me away. The title means 'While I breathe, I hope', and it tells a story of a child dreaming of making it on the big stage and working hard, and then finishes with them achieving it. When I first heard it... it just spoke to me."

Hongjoong shifted in his seat and moved to search up the track on the studio computer. Once on, he began to nod his head to the entrancing beat.

“This one is one of the less known ones, isn’t it? How did you come across it?”

“Setl-” Mingi slapped his hand over his mouth, realising that he may or may not have just exposed himself and set himself up for the scolding of a lifetime.

“Setl… setlist? SETLIST? Song Mingi… Are you meaning to tell me that you attended a public concert… without telling anyone?”

Mingi contemplated whether he wanted to drag Yunho into this, but chose not to as he merely lowered his head and gave Hongjoong a sheepish smile.

“Mmm… perhaps?”

“Boy, I don’t even need to ask you to come to my room, everything’s prepped already. You are about to get that breath knocked out of you Mingi.” Hongjoong’s expression darkened as he stood up to approach the younger man. But then the latter had the audacity to stand up too.

Ah, the benefits of having a height advantage. “You were saying?”

“Listen here you big little shit-”

After indeed having to listen through an extensive collection of colourful words and a stern warning to never do such risky things (at least without Hongjoong knowing) ever again, they moved to recording the cover.

Since they did not have the instrumental for your track, Hongjoong had laid a beat that was similar and, in front of Mingi’s very eyes sent you a message asking if it was okay to even attempt to do what they were about to do.

Midway through recording, the phone buzzed with a simple offer. To come to your studio so that the three of you could make something even better.

If it was possible for a human being to literally light up a room, Mingi was sure to be the brightest star. Glowing, he stepped out of the booth, mouth wide open, morphing into the most adorable grin.

"Is... that... is that really them?"

"Yep, and you should be getting added to a group chat right... now."

His phone dinged, and he could not believe his eyes. It was a number, your number, on his screen, a notification saying that he was added to 'triple threat trio' and a quick text of you informing that this, indeed was yourself and no one else.

Hongjoong was genuinely afraid that Mingi was going to hit the ceiling because he jumped that high.

A giggly mess, the young rapper and your fan fell back onto the sofa behind where Hongjoong was seated, and typed out a response introducing himself and adding that he really liked your work.

"HYUNG SHE SAYS SHE LIKES OUR WORK TOO AHH"

"You know I sent her some of the tracks from our album before they were even officially released, right?"

"You did what now?"

"Yeah, but don't worry it was just snippets and I had it cleared with the producer. He knows her too so it was easy enough."

"WHY WAS I IN THE DARK ABOUT THIS!!!?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED?"

"I am going to stop calling you hyung I have not an ounce of respect left-"

"Now that's too far boy one more word and I am asking Y/N to write a diss track about you."

"And I would thank you, HONGJOONG" he exclaimed, still beaming, making a run for it out of the studio and into the corridor, the captain hot on his heels.

The only thing on his mind was that he was going to be recording with you. He would be able to hear you, basically one on one, doing what you did best. And on top of that, you would be creating art together.

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Running from the Flames {4}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Summary: Brianna Vowles grew up on the paddock. It was what filled every weekend. There were endless trips around the globe with her father and Uncle Otmar in Formula One, until she went to college. Suddenly her life revolved around studying and boys, one of whom wasn't as nice as he had appeared. Five long years later, with a hiatus in between, she graduated with her engineering degree and had decided to use her VIP pass to see if life in the fast lane had changed. Warnings: 18+ only, domestic violence survivor, lots of drama and fluff, this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || under construction

The playground was a wonderfully terrible idea. She had an absolute blast racing about with Pierre in tow but trying to get Addie to leave gave him a baptism by fire to the maelstrom of a tantrum a two year old can have and he looked a little frazzled when we finally got her strapped into her seat again.

“I’m sorry,” I apologised for the umpteenth time as I pulled a baby wipe from my handbag and wiped away the smear of dirt on his sleeve from the bark Addie had tossed into the air like confetti.

“Don’t be, I had fun,” he assured me again and reached for a bottle of water he kept in the car. “I reckon she would give Pyry a run for his money, that’s a full on cardio workout.”

“Next time I’ll wear something a little more suitable so I can help.”

He held out his hand and waggled his pinky finger. “Promise?”

I quirked an eyebrow at him. “That I’ll wear more clothes?”

He rolled his eyes playful. “No, there will be a next time!” He wiggled his finger again impatiently and I curled my pinky around his, shaking on it with a grin.

He drove back to the heart of the city that reached the water's edge and parked at the docks where the boat was waiting for all the Alpine crew to embark. I had only just managed to remember to message Otmar to cancel the taxi he had ordered and regretted it when he quizzed me over how I was going to get there. Finally, I admitted who I was with and the lingering three dots suggested I was going to receive a long reply.

Locking the phone, I shoved it into my handbag and figured I would hear about it when I saw him soon.

It was only when I stepped out of the car and the flash of a camera blinded me that reality came crashing down. The bright light triggered memories I had suppressed and I was once again helpless in that ambulance as it was swamped by paparazzi eager to get the images that would make them the most money.

“Pierre, how are you feeling about the race tomorrow?” one reporter asked and I turned away, pressing my clammy hands to the cold metal of the door and reminding myself they weren’t here for me. “Who is your companion? Is she a model? Which agency does she work for?”

The questions came rapidly but he just smiled and waved as he made his way around the car to my side. He placed his hand on the small of my back and grounded me as he used his body to hide mine. “Let’s get Addie and go,” he whispered, opening the back door with his free hand and reaching inside to unstrap her. “Come here, princesse,” he said gently as he picked her up and ushered us away from the swarming mass that pressed against the metal barricade that had been set up. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this. Reporters are usually banned from these private events.”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” I breathed as the distance grew and we reached the ramp to the luxury boat moored to the dock.

“Bri!” Otmar called out from the top of the ramp and reached for me as I stepped off. “I tried calling when I saw you get here.”

I looked at my phone and sure enough there were half a dozen missed calls and a text message saying to wait in the car.

Tugging me away from Pierre, who was still holding Addie, Otmar groaned and looked back at the reporters still taking photos. “Your dad’s going to throttle me.”

Addie began to wriggle in Pierre’s arms and reached for Poppa Otty until he relented and placed her down on the deck. She bolted between us and Otmar picked her up before herding us inside the shelter of the yacht and out of sight from the reporters.

“We are just waiting for Esteban and Matt, you can wait in here until we are offshore,” Otmar said before stepping closer and lowering his voice. “I’ll make some calls but I don’t think there’s much chance of stopping them from releasing the photos, kiddo. Just lay low for a bit and stay off social media.”

Pierre’s frown deepened and he shook his head when Otmar went to the deck with Addie and gestured for him to follow. It wasn’t good to go against the principal but that was exactly what he did by staying behind.

Small tremors shook my hands as I unlocked my phone and deleted all the social media apps from it. As much as I loved following influencers and keeping up with the Formula One news it wasn’t worth the damage it did to my mental health whenever I reappeared on them. It wasn’t anything new but it never got any easier, and the internet trolls never got any nicer.

“What’s going on, Brianna?” Pierre asked quietly. I had always thought my name was boring but hearing it on his lips sounded exotic and intoxicating. “I know the reporters can be a shock but…this seems like something more.”

I reached past him and closed the glass door before rubbing my temples as a headache began to form. When I had opened up to him earlier I thought that would be the most I could give but the same comfort I felt on the hotel balcony remained and I dropped heavily into a leather seat.

He lowered himself down beside me and seemed to sense I needed a moment to collate my thoughts as he sat silently, resting his elbows on his knees.

“The night Erik was arrested I almost died,” I whispered to my lap as I stared at my palms resting there, my eyes fixed on the small pale scars that still remained almost three years later. “I couldn’t tell you what happened that night. I can’t remember, and I like to think that is a blessing. When I woke up I was strapped to a stretcher and being wheeled to an ambulance.”

My voice was beginning to shake and I stopped to regain my composure, nearly losing the battle when Pierre took my hand in his. “Paparazzi in England have no boundaries, they don’t stay behind the barriers, fences don’t keep them out. Trent Gordon, an independent photographer and asshole to boot, heard the 999 call on a police scanner and was there when they brought me out.

“He sold the pictures of me to every major outlet. He didn’t care if I lived or died, that my arm hung out its socket or that I was bleeding out on the pavement, as long as he got paid.”

“Nom de dieu de merde,” he choked as he ran a hand through his hair before shaking it wildly. “I remember hearing about that in my debut season when the FIA brought in new regulations for the media crews, new clearances and signoffs needed to release images.”

I cleared my throat of the lump that had formed and nodded. “Up until then the media could capture footage of a fatal crash and sell them to the tabloids. I guess dad was trying to do the best he could with what he could control and didn’t want anyone else to go through what we did. Or maybe it was to keep him distracted because he felt guilty for missing the signs that something was wrong. I don’t know, we haven’t really spoken about it.”

“Thank you, for telling me. For what it’s worth, the changes your dad made because of you made a difference for the better. I don’t know what I would have done if I saw Anthoine’s crash in the papers, and I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” Pierre raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles twice before resting his forehead against them. “You are…I can’t even describe it, strong doesn’t begin to cover it.”

“You have Otmar to thank. Every day I got a new card with one of his inspiring quotes to keep my spirits up,” I said with a small laugh before sighing as I felt the boat pull away from the dock. “I’m sorry for ruining your evening, you should be out there enjoying the night with your team.”

He shook his head and pulled me closer so he could tuck me into his side. “I’m right where I want to be.”

Click here for chapter five.

Taglist: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife

#pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #running from the flames #tw: domestic violence

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@lesbeansimpzombie : Hi!! Can you please do Miranda Priestly and Y/N when they first met. Y/N is a new fashion designer and they came to Runway to shoot their shot to be feature in the magazine. If you can't, I understand. Hope you have a nice day!!

Yes! I love it! (I can also imagine a Devil Wears Prada AU for RE8 with Alcina as Miranda Priestly… Has that been done??) Let’s get into it!

You were running late and trying not to freak out. This was your big moment to showcase yourself as a designer and you had encountered nothing but trouble since you woke up.

First, your car wouldn’t start. You were fine, though. You’d catch a ride from a friend or something. However, when you went to grab your phone, you realized you couldn’t find it. Where the hell was it?! You were too broke to afford a landline, so you had no way to contact anybody outside of email… You decided you would have to ride your bike and hope that someone at the shoot would let you borrow their phone if you needed to.

You headed off, with three overstuffed garment bags draped over you, when some jerk almost ran you over! You crashed into the back of a parked dump track. Luckily, you weren’t severely hurt, just a gash on your forehead and arm… Your bike, unfortunately, was not so lucky. The front wheel was completely bent. You couldn’t ride it anymore.

As you started walking up the street, trying desperately to get to the Elias Clarke building, you spotted somebody skateboarding in your direction. You flagged them down, and probably looked crazy with your giant garment bags and scraped up face. You held out your wallet and told the person that you had exactly fourty-four dollars inside. You begged them to take it so you could buy their skateboard off of them. They must have felt bad because they immediately said yes. You cheered and jumped on the board to try and make up some time. You had been a bit of a skater since high school, so it looked like things might be turning in your favor.

You finally made it to Elias Clarke and hopped off the board to check-in with security. They gave you a day badge and you made your way to the elevators. When you got there, you saw a frantic little red head looking all around.

She spotted you and rolled her eyes, quickly walking over. “You must be Y/N L/N. You’re late.” She said in a disdained British accent.

“Sorry, I just-” You tried to say but she held up a hand, not interested.

“Miranda’s already dismissed three models today because she’s so angry. You’d better hope you’re a decent designer.”

She waved you into the elevator and you clenched your jaw. You didn’t want anybody getting in trouble because of you.

“I’m really sorry about the models. If you give me their information, I’ll be happy to pay their fees for the day… If I can afford it.” You offered and grimaced.

Emily looked at you in disbelief. Most of the designers she ran across were arrogant and rude. She soon recovered, though and cleared her throat before she shook her head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re managed by huge agencies. They’ll just get another gig. You’re not important enough to put anybody out of a job.” She crossed her arms. “Besides, they were horrible divas anyway.” She added with a sneer.

You start laughing. This woman seemed more like a caricature than a real person, but you liked her style.

Emily groans and as the elevator dings, she is immediately speed-walking out of it. For such a tiny person, she can haul ass. You readjust your bags, and your new skateboard, and Emily leads you into a large studio.

She’s met by a middle-aged man in black spectacles. He looks you up and down, seemingly bemused.

“This is the newest hot thing in fashion?” He asks the redhead, clearly unimpressed.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You go to shake the man’s hand and he just looks at it like you are contagious.

“I’m Nigel, the art director.” He says, now looking you over more closely. He points to your injuries. “You’re going to want to wrap those up, Roadhouse. Miranda can smell blood from her office.”

You nervously scratch the back of your neck and remember your arm and head are still bleeding. “Could I get a bandaid?” you ask, embarrassed.

“Ten minutes late and you are making demands?” A cool voice says from behind you. “Thrilling.”

Everyone around you looks petrified, even Nigel and Emily. You turn around to see a beautiful woman with strikingly coifed snow-white hair. You involuntarily swallow and stand straighter.

The woman regards you for a moment but says nothing. She then turns to Nigel and the two of them walk over to a more secluded corner to discuss the photoshoot.

The startled look you shoot Emily has her once again rolling her eyes at you. “That is Miranda Priestly. You will only speak to her when spoken to and whatever you do, do not ask her questions. You are in no way to call her Mrs. Priestly. It’s Miranda, got it?”

You nod your head. “She’s the editor?” You ask.

Emily smirks. “She is your chance at a career. Do not disappoint her.” The redhead briskly walks off then.

You clear your throat and look over to the quietly intimidating editor. She had already been staring at you but when your eyes meet she looks away, disinterested.

You winced.

You had made a perfectly disastrous first impression… Things could only go up from here, right?

Note: Ahh, I loved writing this so much!

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#miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #dwp #miranda priestly x reader #devil wears prada #emily charlton #nigel kipling #meryl streep #emily blunt #stanley tucci #miranda priestly x y/n #y/n is stupid

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Work Life Balance:

Ever wondered how Vil balances his yandere tendencies with his career as a high profile model and actor?

Author's Note: Structural Abstract is my knock-off Architectural Digest lol.

Warnings: Manipulation, extortion, financial abuse, controlling behavior, isolation, mentions of having children.

It's not easy keeping the extent of his obsession with you under lock and key, but Vil manages it rather gracefully. By virtue of his career he cannot hide his darling away, but there are other ways to isolate them from the larger world.

Vil has to be extremely strategic with the media attention given to him and his partner. In the early stages of the relationship, Vil makes it well known that he has a partner, living in a celebrity-dense metropolis and being seen going on dates and various outings. He brings them as his plus one to all the award shows and important galas as well as paints a healthy narrative of their relationship on his magicam. However, behind the scenes, he pulls some strings to make his darling's public life without him incredibly stressful. If he's dating a fellow, lower profile celebrity, he secretly tips off paparazzi about their whereabouts so they can't catch a break from media attention. And if they're just an ordinary individual, he'll stage some traumatizing invasive encounters with the paparazzi. He'll also create anonymous accounts to start rumors about his partner and encourage the bullying of his darling on their various social media platforms if they have them. All while he'll make statements about how he's appalled at the negative treatment his partner receives. He does all of this so that when he eventually proposes to his partner and marries them, it all makes sense when he sweeps them away to a large estate outside of the city and they delete all of their personal social media accounts. If you're a celebrity as well, he'll allow your manager to run your social media accounts, but eventually, he'll try to consolidate things. Forcing you to move to work under his talent agency and taking it upon himself to become your social media manager.

The estate is vital to his scheme as well.(For reference I'm imaging something like this)It's absolutely massive. It sits on over 500 acres of land far removed from easily accessible roads. It's also likely completely self-sustaining. The estate has its own greenhouse, vegetable garden (really a small farm), a chicken coop. Not to mention all of the recreational amenities, like the home gym, indoor and outdoor pools, tennis court, flower gardens, running trails, and film screening room. Vil will do a home tour for a renowned publication like Structural Abstract, showing the two of you living comfortably in your massive home, but after a wave of favorable press, he'll appeal to the public to allow you two privacy. Citing your move from the city to the country primarily as a need to get you away from prying eyes. After marrying his darling he becomes one of those celebrities who are high profile but obscured from excessive media attention. He does this to conceal the truth about the nature of his relationship.

If you work a normal job, you don't anymore. Vil takes you with him to all of the shoots and film sets that he's allowed. Otherwise, there's plenty to entertain you at home. He wants a house spouse, someone he can raise beautiful babies with and will serve as the perfect accessory to his elite lifestyle.

If you are a fellow model or actor, he'll force you to leave your management team and join his, where he'll begin to delegate your work and roles. He loves the idea of being a power couple with a very obvious #1 and #2, but he'll force you to retire by 30 and cripple your self-esteem in the process. He'll go on about how you just can't get work anymore even though he works all of his connections on your behalf and how it's better that you announce an early retirement and save yourself the humiliation of slowly becoming a has-been. You never brought in nearly as much money as him anyways, and you probably couldn't even pay for a tenth of the estate you live on with your earnings.

Once trapped in your luxe domestic paradise with Vil, he completely overruns your life and schedule. You both run in the mornings and complete a yoga session led by Vil shortly after. Then you shower, do your skincare routine, have smoothies as breakfast, and then start the day. If Vil has to work, you'll be tagging along with him, and if you can't, he expects you to be on your best behavior at home.

He becomes lenient only when necessary. Once, someone commented on one of his magicam posts of the two of you at the Film Actor's Union Awards posted a very liked comment that read:

" Ever notice how Vil only lets _____ out of the house when he's with them? 🤔"

" Lol ikr what basement does he keep them in? 😂😂😂"

"Not to start conspiracies buuuuut since they got married I've never seen _____ not with Vil 👀"

It was probably just a joke, but for Vil, it was too close for comfort. He knows the way he treats you is abusive and that if others found out, this career would be ruined, so now Vil makes sure that you go on outings with friends at least three times a month and are seen running errands with your family members. He tracks your location and sets strict limits on the time, and will punishseverelyyou if you ignore his rules. But these opportunities to be away from him come far and few between. He's quick to take away your monthly outings if you misbehave, and he lovebombs you to try to entice you to stay home when he knows you've had something scheduled on the calendar for weeks. And if you spurn his affection in favor of your plans, he'll leave you lonely and wanting for weeks after until you're begging for his touch.

Vil tries to keep you happy. He provides for you materially so long as it's to his tastes. He'll even allow you to keep pets, and your immediate family is allowed to visit the estate on holidays when Vil's father is also present. You can keep a phone, but Vil monitors it very closely at every opportunity. Of course, he doesn't allow you the same unfettered access to his phone. As I mentioned before, Vil will take you on dates and excursions as often as his schedule allows. However, you're really just like a purse dog to him. Something docile and cute that's always by his side, fun to show off, and has moments of occasional friskiness to keep things interesting.

Ultimately Vil's potential yandereism is severely crippled by his job. He can't be connected to any illegal deeds, so murdering his love rivals is out of the question. However, he certainly blackmails and extorts his love. He'll threaten to release the nudes he's taken of you if you try to leave him, and he'll financially starve you if you don't obey his every word. He keeps all of your travel documents under lock key, so it's basically impossible to leave the country without him.

Vil charms your loved ones and never lets them see his mistreatment of you. So when you try to complain about him, they have a hard time believing you. It's frightening how strategic he can be with maintaining his deeply obsessive relationship with you, but you'll only have that realization far far too late.

#yandere vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #vil #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere vil x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst wonderland

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greymoonfeelings · 1 year

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Nothing Without You

whumuary #4: betrayal

summary: Being back in Wabang brings on nothing but pain

warnings: angst w/o a happy ending, reader is a model and panic attack symptoms

word count: 1.9k

note: thanks to Vee for looking this over!

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The day you left Wabang for New York City you swore you would never return unless the circumstances were dire. You certainly didn’t count Christmas as a good reason, but your mother had cried about how her greatest Christmas wish was to have you visit, and luckily for her, guilt-tripping worked on you.

So now here you are, getting ready to head to the church rectory center for the holiday party. Your mother volunteered your family to help with set up which gave you about an hour to mentally prepare yourself to see him again.

The man in question is Rhett Abbott, your ex-boyfriend.

Tonight is the first night you’ll see him in three years. Long gone were the days when your mothers would exchange ideas about your future wedding. That had all been thrown out the window the day Rhett broke up with you. It was the reason you dreaded returning to Wabang.

You’ve managed to avoid him during the first week of your visit by refusing to leave your ranch, but tonight was unavoidable. There was no way your mother would allow you to miss anything that had to do with the church and Cecelia Abbott was the same way.

That’s why when you catch Rhett’s figure entering the party holding his niece’s hand you’re only slightly caught off guard. His look has changed very little, but the way he carries himself is different. He appears to be more comfortable in his skin, though he still sticks with Perry and his father, hesitating to interact with anyone else.

“Cece!” Your mom goes up to the Abbott mother, embracing her. When she pulls away, she waves you over to the family. Internally, you groan, but you manage to flash a convincing smile.

“It’s nice to see you, Ms. Abbott.” You greet.

“Don’t be silly, you can still call me Cece.” She pulls you into a bruising hug. “It’s so good to see.”

“Amy, come say hi. You remember your old babysitter, right?”

“Of course, I remember her. It hasn’t been that long, Grandma.”

“Hi, Amy. I love your dress.” You compliment the red sequin outfit she’s wearing. She thanks you before doing a twirl to give you the full effect.

“And that’s a lovely braid. Did your daddy finally learn how to do them?”

“No, Uncle Rhett did it for me.”

Of course, he did, the bastard. Treating his niece like his own daughter. How disgustingly sweet and attractive of him.

“He told me I can thank you for that, that you taught him in high school.”

That catches you off guard and sends you spiraling. Does he really still talk about you? Does it not make his stomach turn to even think about you? No, why would it? He’s the one who broke up with you.

You excuse yourself to grab a drink and when you return, you find your family sitting at a table with the Abbotts. It seems your mother is adamant about going against your wishes of distancing yourself from them.

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Your families spend time making small talk with one another over dinner. You manage to avoid acknowledging Rhett by asking Amy to update you on her life and the happenings in your hometown over the past few years you’ve been gone.

By dessert, you find that your night is going better than expected until the dreaded topic of conversation is brought up: you.

“Amy and I saw you in a magazine last week at the store. Tell us, what’s it like being a big star?” Cecilia asks with a proud smile on her face.

“Let me guess, my Ma told you guys I would be in it?” You eye your mother suspiciously and she raises her hands in defense. “I would hardly call myself a star.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest.” Your mother chides. “The modeling agency says she might get to walk at Fashion Week.”

“Is that big?” Amy looks up at you with curious, wide eyes.

“It’s huge!”

“Well, it helps that I’ve made friends in the industry. People are a lot nicer than you’d expect.” You pick at your food with your fork, trying to ignore everyone staring at you due to your mother’s exclamation.

“They like that she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty and is a hard-working daughter of a rancher. What’d they say again, honey?”

“They said it gave me character.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing what you’re doing.” Cecilia smiles. “Chasing your dreams and building a life for yourself. An angel must be watching over you, making sure you’ve got a fulfilling life.”

You chuckle along with everyone else and force a smile, but as everyone returns to their meals, your facade drops.

If only they knew how empty you truly felt. You do have almost everything you always wanted in life, but it’s that one thing you don’t have that pains you the most and he’s sitting across from you.

———

After dinner is finished, everyone leaves their tables to mingle with other congregation members. The only people left at your table are you and Rhett.

You look around the room in search of your friend Maria, desperate not to be alone any longer, but instead, you’re met with Rhett’s cloudy blue eyes.

“You know I didn’t think I’d ever see you back here.” He pushes his grown-out hair out of his face so he can see you better.

“Well, my family still lives here.”

“I’m surprised by that too. I thought for sure once you made it big, they’d move out to be with you in one of those mansions with a hundred rooms.”

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen. They wouldn’t like the city very much.” You focus your attention on your glass, tracing the rim with your finger to avoid having to look at him.

“Well, it seems to be workin’ out for you. Sounds like it’s everything you ever wanted.”

“Not quite…” Admitting that out loud is scary especially when the person you’re telling is Rhett. “What about you? You swore you’d always get out of this town so what changed?”

“A lot of things changed.”

With a scoff, you grumble, “They certainly did.” Talking to Rhett is bringing back all your bitter feelings and now there’s a storm brewing inside of you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhett asks, a little irritated by your passive-aggressive behavior.

“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you promised me forever and then broke my heart like it was nothing.”

“I didn’t want to hold you back. I couldn’t leave my family. I belong here, but you don’t, so I set you free.”

“If you told me you wanted to stay here, I would’ve stayed with you.”

Rhett shakes his head disapprovingly. “I know you would’ve, but you always wanted the finer things in life and a poor bastard like me can’t give them to you.”

That confession might be considered sweet to anyone else, but it fills you with rage. How could he be so selfish to make that decision for you?

“Don’t you get it? All I have ever wanted is you, everything else is just extra. None of it matters if I can’t share it with you! Every single victory has been tainted by the fact that you’re not there by my side! I would rather spend my life here on a ranch with you than be famous in the city while all alone.”

“You say that now, but I know you. You get restless here. I knew you’d come to resent me and I couldn’t stand to think of that happening.”

You’re so trapped in your thoughts, dissecting Rhett’s confession, that you don’t notice Maria approaching your table, but the sound of her voice brings you back to reality.

“Hey, babe. I’m sorry I didn’t come over earlier, Mrs. Jones was talking my ear off about her new Australian Shepherd.” Maria squeezes Rhett’s shoulder and presses a quick kiss to his lips.

You look back and forth between the two of them a few times before your brain finally puts it together. The realization has you seething.

“Are you two…?”

The guilty look on Rhett’s face is a clear answer.

“Oh, hey…” Maria acts like she didn’t notice you sitting there even though you made eye contact with her previously in the night. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

You chose to ignore your old friend and instead focus your anger on Rhett.

“So you were just gonna let me keep on rambling about how I still love you and paint yourself to be some fucking hero who let the love of his life go so she could chase her dreams all while knowing you actually just didn’t give a fuck about me?”

“Hey now, that’s not true.”

“You could have just told me you broke up with me because you didn’t feel the same anymore. You didn’t have to fucking lie about it.”

“What’s going on here?” Maria looks at her boyfriend, concerned.

“Oh shove it, Maria. You used to tell me you’d rather die than end up living here again. How’d that work out for you? I heard you flunked out of college and work at the bank now.”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Rhett defends.

“You know what? The two of you deserve each other. I hope you’re are happy living in this desolate fucking place and never doing anything with your lives ‘cause I’m sure that’s about all the two of you will ever accomplish.”

You angrily push away from the table and the screeching of the metal chair against the linoleum causes all heads to turn to you. You swipe your coat off the rack and rush out of the building before anyone can see you crying.

As you climb into your truck all that is on your mind is how you knew nothing good would come out of this visit, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined coming back to this kind of betrayal.

All of your teenage years had been spent with Maria and Rhett, dancing in fields, going to rodeos, and grabbing late-night snacks at Rosie’s Diner. You even recall confessing to Maria at Senior Prom that Rhett was the man you wanted to marry and now…

You were making yourself sick just thinking about it. You felt so stupid. How much time did you waste on him? Making yourself feel like shit during every happy moment just because he wasn’t there sharing it with you meanwhile he was falling in love with Maria, not even thinking about you.

Your vision is blurry from the constant flow of tears and It’s getting harder to breathe through all the snot. Your brain is a jumbled mess, too many thoughts flying around for you to be paying attention to the road ahead. Suddenly, you’re startled by a pair of blinding headlights and the blaring of a horn, but by the time you move to react, it’s too late.

You didn’t want to imagine living a life without Rhett by your side and now, you wouldn’t have to…

I can be your china doll if you wanna see me fall

Boy, you're so dope, your love is deadly

Tell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all

I've nothing without you

All my dreams and all the lights mean

Nothing without you

-Lana Del Rey, Without You

#heather writes #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbot x reader #whumpuary2023 #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott angst

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HONEYCO LORE MAP ─────── 𓈒 ˙ 🍯

HONEYCO CONNECTIONS, often just referred to as HONEYCO ENT or simply HONEYCO is a fictional talent agency established in 2017, by the lady known to the world as KIM HAE-SOOK, the queen-bee and mastermind behind HONEYCO. The company currently has two sub labels that manage separate talents. The first label being THE BEEHIVE, a sub label that produces, organizes groups and soloists. Secondly, THE BEEHOUSE, this label is actually the most popular, even surpassing the main entertainment company, HONEYCO itself. THE BEEHOUSE focuses on managing actors and models from a variety of countries.

HONEYCO was officially announced as entertainment in 2017. That same year they released THE BEEHOUSE and in 2018 released THE BEEHIVE. Within the time-line of honeyco, THE BEEHIVE was the first label to announce their first talents. CRY BABIES a 6, formerly 7, member girl group of interesting and unique personas. They made their debut with the title track ME ME ME ! in 2018. ME ME ME ! made waves and they shattered nugudom almost immediately. Sadly recently the group has lost much fame, and has been put on an indefinite hiatus. In the following year of 2019, THE BEEHOUSE introduced 7 newly signed talents who would be continuing their acting and modeling career under their label. In the same year, THE BEEHIVE released their second group, LOST RAVINE, like their older sister group was extremely popular at the beginning, the 7 member boy group, formerly 10, debuted in 2019 with the debut single HEART STOPPERS. However unlike CRY BABIES, LOST RAVINE remains active to this day, sending constant updates to fans and enjoying their time in fame.

Finally in the year 2020 we had the main label release their first group, MIRA was highly, highly anticipated within the company, seeing as their two other groups and their actors and models were doing fantastically in the k-entertainment world. The company held impossibly high expectations for the group. On April 7th the Five members of Mira debuted with the debut album KOSMO. Unexpectedly, they flopped. One of the biggest flops possibly in the company as to date. Unlike the company had expected, the group’s debut didn't cause any noise, their fandom was small, and they brought in low income for the company. In their short careers, as of now, they have received very little treatment from the company. Fans who do follow them do not hesitate to point out how mistreated Mira is. It's truly tragic. However this same year THE BEEHOUSE signed three more talents to their agency. Soon in the year 2021 THE BEEHOUSE also signed two final talents, completing their roster. Now in 2023 HONEYCO once again debuted a brand new group. With hopes that it wouldn't meet the same end as Mira did. OFF/LIVE the 8 member boy group that debut on a whim, a collection of random trainees from their remaining trainees. On January 4th OFF/LIVE debuted with the debut single WE LIKE IT, only to unfortunately, join Mira as undiscovered nugu groups.

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HONEYCO —

MIRA ! — a severely mistreated five member girl group with much to say and no way to say it.

OFF/LIVE ! — an even more mistreated eight member boy group who will most likely never be recognized for anything more than their looks.

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THE BEEHIVE —

CRY BABIES ! — the popular and well adored ‘weirdo’ six member girl group of the hive.

LOST RAVINE ! — a melodramatic seven member boy group that serves good tunes 24/7.

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THE BEEHOUSE —

ACTORS . . .

tba

MODELS . . .

tba

#🍯── the honeybees !#👽 ! 𝗨𝗚𝗛 ★ \( – *)/ life’s a bitter shame ! development #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop group #fictional kpop oc #idol oc #idolverse #update later~

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Maybe this has a new AU potential? :)

Photographer Gil and Model Thena. But it’s Thena who falls in love first!

Gil is the best photographer and very popular so Thenas agency got lucky and managed to book an photoshooting for 2 days!

I really enjoy your work so a big thank you! ❤️

Thena flipped her hair in the other direction as the flashes continued to bombard and surround her. She angled this way, angled that, pursed her lips, lidded her eyes slightly--everything they always asked of her.

"That's perfect, Thena," the photographer - not even clicking the shutter, just letting it roll - drawled at her. His praise was as empty as her interest in this shoot. "You're doing amazing, sweetie."

"Ahhh, I've seen you do better."

Thena's eyes sparked at the increasingly familiar voice. She had only worked with him a few times by this point, but she had to admit that he was at least better than the hack currently at the helm. "This is a closed set, you know."

"I do know," he walked forward, out of the shadows and towards the blinding lights focused on her. "I'm taking over."

Thena just barely bit back her excitement at that.

"That may be, but we're not exactly done here," the current photographer stated, pulling his camera - and the photos he'd taken thus far - into him defensively.

"Oh, I think you are," Gilgamesh shrugged his stupidly wide shoulders as he dropped off his own camera bag. "You're doing her an injustice--is what you're doing. If I saw these proofs I'd ask for my money back, man."

"Excuse m-?!"

"Come on," he rolled his eyes as he started adjusting his lens and settings. He waved vaguely at the current set up, "you're washing her out, you spent no time thinking about how to light her properly, you're not even showcasing the product well."

"She is the product!"

"She's not for sale," Gilgamesh snapped back at the other photographer. "She may be the canvas, but you're doing a terrible job as the artist, so beat it."

Thena dropped her arms to her sides, letting her hair fall as it pleased around her shoulders. She was stiff from holding herself in the same three poses for the last hour. The previous photographer left in a huff, barely packing up the equipment he'd brought with him. If he hadn't been so boring and annoying, maybe she would feel bad.

Gilgamesh tilted his head at her as he walked into the lit space to move things around. "You've had a fun morning, huh?"

Thena shrugged, watching as he picked up entire light stands - sandbags and all - and moved them back. At least she wouldn't be roasting alive anymore. "Not everyone has your charm, Gil. He's just doing what's familiar to him, which is taking pictures of stationary objects."

Gil paused in his rearranging to give her a grin, "you think I'm charming?"

Thena paused just a second in their banter. One agonising second. "I said you had charm, not that it worked on me."

"Sure thing," he chuckled, opening up the barn doors on a few of the stronger lights to spread out their spill. "And that's his own fault if he's going to lie on his portfolio. Product photography doesn't mean you're ready for model stuff, even if you do take your friends' instagram pics."

Thena was happy to watch him work, adjusting the dress - one of many she would be wearing over the span of the weekend - spilling around her. "I have no problem being a stationary object if it means I get to sit down."

Gil found it funny that she often suggested she was lazy, even though she was one of the most booked models in their line of work. He would know; he was also highly sought after. "Thena."

She looked at him, although the way he was looking at her made her want to look away again. She was a model--she was used to being looked at. It was her job to be beautiful, and to be admired for that beauty. But something about Gilgamesh was different.

"You are not an object," he said softly, and in a way that was more honest than anything her co-workers could ever even attempt. He walked over to her again, sorting out some of her tousled hair, "stationary or not."

He stepped back to his camera, but that gave her the opportunity to try not to look flustered.

He sat down and pulled his camera into his lap, although not up to his eye. Gil preferred a very natural method of capturing his photos. Whether she had meant to say it or not, he was charming, and he was good at using that to encourage his subjects into a more relaxed rhythm.

"What have you been up to?" Thena began, having learned since her first few times working with Gil that he always started off his shoots with some light and easy conversation. She had fought it tooth and nail the first time, but there was something so personable about him.

"Mm, a lot of company work," he mumbled as he clicked through his camera settings, looking up at her and down again repeatedly. "Some food shoots."

"Do you get to eat the food?"

"No, a lot of it is faked to make it actually look good."

"That seems like a rip off."

Gil laughed, and damn if it didn't make her want to laugh too. It was so infectious.

Thena smiled. "I saw the stuff you did for Vanity. It was good."

"You think so?" he grinned, snapping a picture in the middle of their conversation.

She nodded. She was still just sitting the way she naturally would, folded up slightly over herself, legs crossed and hunching her shoulders. But he hadn't corrected her posture yet.

"It was kinda boring, though," he lamented, snapping another picture.

"Oh?"

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. "They're not as fun to talk to."

"As fun as...?" Thena lifted a carefully shaped eyebrow at him.

"As you."

"Lying to my face?"

"No lie," he denied, sitting back slightly in the chair next to the unused tripod. "I think our talks are fun."

"I feel a little puppeted when you say it like that," she murmured, looking down at her neutral painted toenails stretched out in front of her.

"Not a puppet," he laughed as he snapped another picture. "Maybe like a doll?--or one of those birds that can talk?"

Thena's jaw dropped at the playful jab, although she was undeniably smiling (it was pretty funny, she could admit). "I could demand a new photographer."

"I don't think so, they're paying me top dollar for the whole weekend," Gil grinned at her as he switched tactics, attaching his camera to the tripod and setting its auto timer. "You're stuck with me."

"Stuck with a photographer who thinks of me as a parrot?" Thena gave him another unimpressed glance as she stood as well, brushing the dress off and sorting out its layered and breezy skirts. She barely noticed the camera taking pictures at its timed intervals.

"A pretty one." Thena laughed at the lazy amendment. "There it is!"

"What?" she looked at him past the lights, tucking back one side of her hair, the way she liked.

"You have a great laugh," Gil said more gently, under the room's AC and the hum of the massive lights and the snap of his lens. He leaned to look at some of the pictures he was taking passively. "You can really feel it through the lens."

Thena rolled her eyes briefly. Gil never directed her on how to pose or stand or move in these shoots, leaving her somewhat idle. "Well, that is certainly part of the job--for people to feel my laugh?"

"It's my job, actually," he corrected her liberally, enjoying the way she looked annoyed with him for just a second. "I may be taking some pictures of a dress, but the actual point of photography is to capture the feeling of a moment. The vibe, or emotion, or whatever is happening in that split second."

"Poetic," she murmured, walking around the simple stand on which she had been seated before. If Gil wasn't going to tell her what to do then she would just pace around until he did.

"My job is capture the subject at its best, right?" he continued, even moving into the space to remove the stupid wooden block. "And I think your best is when you're relaxed, maybe even having a little fun?"

She had a regretful amount of fun when she was with him. It made the rest of her work grating and tiresome in his absence. "I thought you said I wasn't an object."

"You're not an object, or the product," he said softly, finally moving to direct her or position her or something. "But you are the subject. I don't think it would matter if you weren't; no one would be able to look at anything else anyway."

Thena kept her eyes on him as he held out his hand, letting her guide herself to him. He moved her gently, as if her were leading her in a dance. He watched the lights and shadows, testing where was the best position for them--for her.

Gil scrunched his mouth just a little, "they don't need to put this much makeup on you."

Thena shrugged, "part of the job."

Gil finally found the spot where he wanted her, somewhat at an angle to the camera, but not exactly in profile either. "The next dress has a totally different vibe to it. I'll tell them to give you the 'no makeup' look."

Which of course, still required makeup, just that it look like she didn't have any.

Thena's hand slipped out of his slowly, their fingers clinging to each other. She pulled her hand back to herself slowly until she could fold her hands together again. "Here?"

He shrugged, going back to the display screen on his camera. "It's not like you have a bad side."

Her smile grew again. "The dress might."

"I don't even like this dress."

Thena's laugh bubbled out of her before she could stop it. She looked somewhat over her shoulder at him again, "what?"

"Yeah, it's-" Gil waved his fingers in the air, "I dunno--silly."

She raised both brows at him, "it's silly?"

"No regular person would wear this," he gestured towards her.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's impractical!"

"It's a dress!"

"Would you wear it?"

Thena pursed her lips; he had her there. "Maybe not in the everyday."

"The dress looks like it's half of one dress and then they forgot to make the bottom half," Gil moved his hands to gesture accordingly, making her laugh more. "And then they went, 'oh, we forgot, just take one square of all these other dresses and add them on the bottom' and that was that."

Thena dabbed at the corners of her eyes to make sure her makeup was undisturbed. She shook her head at him, "you're terrible."

"Better than that dress."

"Is that why you're photographing the back of it?" she asked back at him again until finally he nodded her back over to him. She fluffed the breezy fabric around her as she walked. He was right, it did look like a strip of the dress was missing and had been filled in with whatever curtains they had lying around.

"It's a 3/4 at most," he brushed off, clicking through his gallery to show her the photo on which he had decided. "This is the one."

It was a beautiful photo. It showcased the dress' best features while underplaying the odd structure of it. And she looked...she looked like she had never been happier.

"Well?" he looked at her almost eagerly, "what do you think?"

Thena found herself nearly nose to nose with him before taking a long step back. She tucked her hair back again, "I'm not the client, nor the one who hired you. I don't think it matters."

Gil shrugged blithely, uncaring of her dismissal. "It's a picture of you, I want to know what you think."

Thena sighed. It was a beautiful photo. The photograph made her feel beautiful. And he was right--she could practically hear her laughter in picture. She looked down at the dress as she smoothed down the bodice, "it's a lovely photograph, Gilgamesh."

"The first of many," he promised as he set aside his camera and stretched. He had achieved in twenty minutes what Tony hadn't been able to do in an hour straight of nonstop clicking. "I'm hungry--you?"

"Starved."

"I guess that's a given," Gil said mostly to himself, although Thena still heard him and slapped him on the arm for it. "Delivery lunch?"

"Anything," she let out in a sigh, her posture sagging again. She wandered out from under the lights. Once she didn't have actual thousands upon thousands of watts aimed at her it was a little chilly in the air conditioned loft space.

Gil laid her robe over her bare shoulders gently, "you get comfortable. We'll break for lunch and try the second dress on when hair and makeup comes in for the afternoon."

Thena could have thanked him, but he was already wandering to the other end of the open space, scrolling through various delivery apps for options.

#Thenamesh AU #I loved this prompt #I thought it was super cute #And do I know anything about what modelling is like? no #but I did work a little bit with film #and the point of both of those mediums to convey something #and I think Gil got one (1) picture of Thena's laugh #and decided then and there that he had never captured anything so beautiful #and now every picture that's not her is just okay in his opinion #he does the work pays his bills #but the agency invites him to work with her after their last shoot #very successful btw #and he jumps at the chance #like books a plane ticket before they've even written him back jumps #Thenamesh Photographer AU

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