#movie premieres make everyone sexy

[beatsfornone]

Paul McCartney and Jane Asher Oct 1967 at premier of the film How I Won The War

#paul mccartney #jane asher #paul and jane #fav #movie premieres make everyone sexy

[ventismacchiato]

38 just playing the part — making it big !

scaramouche x g!n reader

ACT FOUR

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip of four years ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ you and scara graduated two years ago at the top of your university, as expected, and have been in the industry for two years since then; age 23

✰ you’ve been dating for almost five years, since your sophomore year in college, and it’s been just as sweet as the first day you kissed him

✰ the deal was that scaramouche needed to land a major role in his first year or else he’d be forced to go to business school by his mother. miss lisa hooked you both up with jean, a well known manager, and you both snuck into the industry easily

✰ it started off with you two playing side characters in different shows and wasn’t until you both landed a movie together as both MCs that everyone’s eyes landed on you

✰ fans fell in love with your chemistry on screen and good looks to match, shipping your characters and even you two off set

✰ you send him tiktok edits of himself all the time like he’s so hot you can’t help it and fans always expose him when they catch him liking edits of you as well

✰ jean had advised you to keep your relationship a secret in the beginning just as precaution. when you both got nominated for best upcoming actors was when you kissed on stage and broke the internet and soft launched it. you guys started working more shows and movies together because directors loved that your chemistry was genuine

✰ scara preferred to do horror related projects, he had a liking for all the gore and excitement. (ex: all of us are dead, sweet home, scream) but he got cast in a lot of romance after going public with your relationship since you both became the youngest it couple…he doesn’t mind since it’s with you but put the man in some horror pls!

✰ ei never attended any premieres or events until two years later when her company’s clothes were featured in a movie premiere and she and scara reconciled but its still a bit awkward

✰ she did meet you though and offered you a model contract, scara had to drag you away from her

✰ miss lisa attends every single premiere you guys have and you both always send her vip tickets, she’s so so proud of you two

✰ you guys did move in together but are rarely home since you always have to travel for work

✰ you guys are engaged!! 💍

✰ you both got your friends to help with the proposal and when they found out you guys planned it on the same day they let you guys both propose to eachother. he pulled out the ring first which caused you to laugh and pull out yours

✰ working as an actor means you both travel a lot, so there’s not much time to plan a wedding. you guys are waiting to land a role in a nice scenic country you both like where your friends can fly in to have a small wedding 🤞

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ xiaoaether were the first couple to get married, they tied knot the moment they were out of college. you were part of aether’s groom party and scara was a part of xiao’s

✰ aether used his degree for a year, traveling and doing cartography work and posted travel vlogs with his sister to keep his friends updated and for xiao while they were apart. an agency reached out and scouted him to be a model so he eventually quit his former job to become one

✰ xiao completed his comp sci degree but enjoys being a dancer more, used his minor to become a backup dancer for idols and eventually gets promoted to becoming a choreographer. started off as venti’s backup dancer

✰ xiao goes viral every other week as that one sexy backup dancer

✰ xiao makes more than enough being an idol choreographer so aether could be a house husband if he really wanted but he likes to work as a model since it lets him travel

✰ they have two cats, a black and white one cus pets are better than kids 🪦

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ heizou opened a detective agency out of graduation and became top detective in the country

✰ kazuha submitted a song he produced and wrote with venti with his application and now works at Windblume with him

✰ writes half his lyrics about his love for heizou like he’s that type of bf

✰ kazuha hasn’t proposed yet because of his and heizou’s insane work schedules and he’s trying to perfect the way he’s going to do it. it’s hard to plan a secret proposal when your boyfriend is a renowned detective !!

✰ it’s the reason every surprise party kazuha has tried to throw fails miserably, heizou always finds out…

✰ kazuha has a following cus he’s sexy and everyone goes crazy over how sweet he is to heizou. he isn’t an idol but people still go crazy for him.

✰ sometimes he does livestreams and heizou will pop up and kazuha will go full heart eyes

✰ ‘kazuha being down bad for ten minutes’ compilations

✰ heizou sends edits of kazuha that fans make to kazu every morning and comments the most unhinged things on all of them he just like me fr

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ as promised, childe takes over the family company as ceo. his father was a more strict ceo so the employees were happy to work for someone so cheerful

✰ childe and kaeya both wanted a grand wedding and that’s exactly what they did, hosting it a few months after xiaoae’s wedding

✰ kaeya beat childe to proposing though

✰ kaeya doesn’t have to work a day in his life if he honestly doesn’t want to due to how much childe makes and that’s exactly what he does

✰ childe sponsors half the movies you and scara act in because he can and loves to see scara happy and the director always has him in a shot, usually someone doing a handstand in the background but childe loves it

✰ childe went viral after being on the top ten hottest ceo lists and after people found out he was besties with scaramouche

✰ scara does shout him out in a speech during an award show, thanking him for pushing him out of his comfort zone and childe starts bawling; it becomes a meme

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ albedo came out as venti’s partner on accident after he was spotted in a livestream and venti forgot to turn the camera off before he kissed albedo

✰ the fans went crazy cus albedo is sexy and now they have someone else to thirst over too

✰ albedo goes on to become a biochemist like he planned but he also paints all of venti’s album art in his free time. secretly owns a fan account to post venti fanart

✰ albedo asexual cus that’s hot

✰ yes that’s him and venti in the header me n who

✰ venti is his muse and he’s venti’s muse

✰ venti gets scouted and becomes a popular soloist idol and has the busiest work schedule along with you and scara

✰ xiao choreographs most of his stages and is one of his frequent backup dancers, he drives xiao insane most of the time

✰ has the best music fr and goes viral every other day, drinks on lives and always had a new dating rumor going on before ppl found out about albedo; his pr team is in shambles

✰ does soundtracks for most of the movies and shows you and scara are in and everyone loves how you guys are actually friends aside from working with each other #goals

✰ also not married, mainly because venti is way too busy so they’re probably the last couple in the group to tie the knot

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ lumine gets scouted by the same company as aether because they both had the same major and did vlogs together

✰ tries to host get togethers for the gang at least once a month and they usually manage to succeed

✰ got married a week after xiaoae, they were best friends to lovers fr like everyone knew it would eventually happen and yes everyone had a bet

✰ hu tao becomes an autopsy technician like she studied for and opens a clinic

✰ we love a women in stem #steminist

✰ lumine has to live with the taxidermy hu tao insists on purchasing as decor for their home …

✰ the only couple that actually doesn’t have to do long distance as frequently because lumine refuses to travel so she can stay with hu tao

✰ wlw goals fr

just playing the part !

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synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

author’s notes: hope you guys liked it this is my brainrot for everyone in the future and i had a final today while i was sick it was HELL COLLEGE IS A SCAM

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[vintagepresley]

Hi! I absolutely love reading your stories. Could you possibly do one where Austin and the reader takes their kids on a red carpet event for the first time? And Austin is very protective over them..

This is so cute. Thanks for the request! ❤️

It was a big day for your little family, Austin had wanted you and the kids to walk the red carpet with him for the premiere of Elvis. You were bit worried about it being too overwhelming for your little girls with all the cameras and such. But he assured you that he wouldn't let anything happen to them. He was very protective over you and the girls and he felt it only be right that he get to share that night with all three of his girls. Despite your worry you wanted to be there more than anything for him so you agreed. The girls couldn't be any happier being able to see everyone celebrating their daddy and seeing him on the movie screen. Austin was so excited that he took all three of you shopping for the occasion, he had chosen matching dresses for his little princesses and you had chosen a simple but sexy black dress that he absolutely loved on you. He was a bit nervous but about tomorrow because he had never done something like this to this magnitude, but he knew the three of you would be there to shake those nerves away.

It was time for the big day and everyone was buzzing around trying to get ready and there was so much commotion going on in your house between the the girls and Austin's people. But when all was said and done everyone was ready to go. Austin was completely over the moon about how pretty you and the girls looked and in the typical daddy's girl fashion the two of them wanted to cling to him the entire time as you were shuffling into cars and making your way to the red carpet. You had the biggest and warmest smile on your face because they were so proud of him even if they didn't exactly know what was going on or who Elvis really was. As the girls sat in the third row of the suv in their booster seats they were in awe of their pretty dresses and were a giggly mess, you and Austin sat in the second row holding hands and glancing back at them with smiles. "You know they'll want to go to more red carpet shows after this." you laughed softly. "Oh, I'm sure. I think they may even be more excited than me." he chuckled nervously. You leaned over to kiss his cheek softly. "Still a bit nervous? Everyone's going to love it, baby. I just know it." you assured him. You know the moment he stepped on the red carpet that those nerves would go away. They always did.

"I hope so. But I've got my girls so I'm already feeling good." he grinned widely, kissing the back of your hand gently. The little voices from the back shouting repeatedly, "Daddy! Daddy!" so sweetly. He turned to face them and laughed softly. "What?! What?! What?!" he said excitedly. The two of them giggled at his response not having anything to say they simply just wanted to get his attention. "So silly." he said softly with a smile. "Daddy's silly." one of them said cutely. He raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk. "Not as silly as the two of you." he said before making a silly face at them causing more sweet giggles to escape them. You shook your head laughing at the three of them they certainly had his silliness. He turned back around with a grin and you all finally arrived at the premiere and he took a deep breath when he saw the crowds of people, flashing cameras and screaming fans. Your own worrying began to surface again knowing that this was going to be so overwhelming for your daughters with all the loud noises and everyone fighting to get a picture or autograph with their father.

Austin hopped out of the car and walking over to take your hand and help you out and then he reached back to unbuckle the girls from their booster seats and he helped them out of the car, their little hands clutching onto his tight as they see all the people. "Come here my little princesses.." he said softly, lifting them both up into his arms and they clung even tighter to him as they became very shy from the large crowds of people and all of them shouting his name. You smiled rubbing a hand gently over his back as the two of you began to walk the carpet. In that moment Austin didn't care about what was going on around him or the nervous feeling he felt. The only thing that mattered was his little girls felt safe and he was in complete dad mode now, feeling overly protective of his children and politely asking some of them photographers to not be so pushy. He placed a kiss on both of their heads. "It's okay girls, I promise. Wanna take some pictures with mommy and daddy? Hm?" he asked them sweetly. They peered their little heads up at him with small smiles, nodding. "Mommy.." one of them called out reaching their arms out to you and you smiled as you took them into your arms, rubbing over her back gently. "My sweet girl." you hummed. Austin smiled and slipped his free arm around your waist as he led his little family over for a few pictures.

He held you close to him and making silly faces at each of his girls to get them to laugh and of course it brought little smiles to their faces and you all posed for the pictures and to keep them entertained and happy Austin took the most unserious pictures just to keep them laughing that they began making silly faces at the cameras just like him. He just laughed loving how he could always a bring a smile to their faces and be so protective of them The girls were just cracking up and no longer feeling so scared. "Wanna show off your pretty little dresses?" you said softly. They both nodded happily and trying to wiggle their way out of you and Austin's arms and once they were back on the ground you fixed their dresses and Austin got down to their level and wrapped his arms around them protectively as they smiled for the pictures and you stood off to the side letting them have their special moment with their daddy, smiling widely that it nearly brought tears to your eyes because all three of them were so cute. He stood back up taking their small hands into his as he escorted them down the red carpet and keeping a close eye on not only them but everyone else making sure no one was doing anything to scare them again.

He smiled at you and you smiled back your heart practically fluttering because of how sweet and precious he constantly was with them that even on a red carpet he'd completely forget that he's suppose to be a certain way. But being in dad mode was something he couldn't turn off because those two little girls were his entire world he'd leave the premiere entirely if they didn't want to be there. A soft content sigh escaping your lips seeing how happy they were as you made your way inside the venue, they both sat on yours and Austin's lap so excited to see the movie. It was the moment of truth where all four of you were going to see all his hard work for the past few years come to life on the screen.

**

This was adorable. I hope I did it justice for you. (I suck at writing super fluffy stuff 😬)

@purejasmine

#Austin butler #austin butler x you #Austin butler fluff #Austin butler imagine

[jmdbjk]

Seven deeper than the ocean...

Two versions of the song, two versions of MV. Take your pick. With various remixes.

"... blah blah blah, it's a song about sex!"

Ok whoever you are, you were right! One of the versions is explicitly about sex! Score one for you! Except there was no porn in the MV's, only in your (wet) dreams.

I started a deep think piece on this song but you know what? I deleted it because let's just enjoy what is obviously something Kookie wants us to have fun with.

I wonder if the song originally began in the clean version and for shits and giggles someone changed the one word for a laugh... (my brain ignores me most of the time and continues to deep dive...)

And Kookie said MINE!

I don't doubt he can get it up with just an eyebrow raise.

Like everyone, my jaw dropped when I first heard the explicit version. I was not expecting that at all and for it to be so in your face. Dayum.

Kookie smiling his bunny smile while singing he wants to fuck seven days a week, though incongruous (or not?), is still cute. Who else can get away with that? No one except Kookie-pookie.

Make no mistake, with the explicit version, Jungkook has made a statement about his own idol image... killed it in more ways than one. He has taken a huge step (that was unexpected) for him and indirectly the rest of the members. We always say, someone has to be first. JK gets the credit for this one.

I wonder when JK actually heard the song for the first time?

JK had already chosen the song well before he was folding underwear early April. It was during the underwear folding live that he was humming along with Muni Long's "Hrs & Hrs." The whole playlist he was listening to during that live seemed like it was meant for sexy time...

The next day, April 8 or so, after folding his underwear in front of 12 million people, he left for Los Angeles and spent roughly ten days there, returning on April 17. I'm assuming it was during this trip that he recorded Seven because the pics of he and Watt and Bang PD were posted on April 16.

Incidentally, Han Sohee was seen departing Incheon on April 9 for Los Angeles and arriving back on April 15.

His next live on April 24 was after a hard week of seeing Hobi off to the military and the tragic death of Moonbin. He had been to the premier of Dream with Tae and Tae's friends. It was a while after this day that (I personally) learned that Han Sohee was also seen leaving at the same time as JK's group following the Dream movie premier. She was seen walking out with Choi Wooshik. During this live on April 24 he said he was working on new songs but it was difficult.

JK left for Los Angeles again on June 14 and returned to Korea on June 22. Sohee left for LA the day after he did and came back on the same day but different flight? I don't know how many flights a day there are between Seoul and LA.

There were a lot of special effects in that video so I suspect they filmed the bulk of the video in April and finished up or reshot some scenes in June? I saw yesterday someone involved with the MV shoot said 118 people were on the lighting crew for the MV.

All just me trying to put a timeline together of when it all went down...

#missed marketing opportunity to partner with Trojan #jungkook seven

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▬❝ bitch. ❞

kinktober; day 4, daddy kink ⟶ [soldier boy x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no actual smut but implied, swearing, crass language, SB being a piece of shit, choking

day 3, shower sex, ft. billy russo - kinktober masterlist - day 5, costumes , ft. dean winchester

The way Payback shrank back and stiffened when he entered the room should've tipped you off. You should've recognised the glances they kept flicking to the door as fear and anticipation. But you didn't. You didn't and that was a mistake.

You'd met Soldier Boy once before on the red carpet for a movie premiere; his movie premiere. It was just for a minute, running into him as you returned from the bathroom. He’d caught you with firm hands on your waist, a wolfish smile on his lips.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he crooned, eyes flicking up and down you, “you should watch where you’re going, else you might run into trouble.” 

“Thanks,” you replied, unable to take your eyes off his face. You’d seen it a million times before for as long as you could remember. In papers, movie posters, the news. Only now he was without his helmet and he was fucking pretty. Before he could spout another cheesy one-liner, he was spotted by a sweaty PA and ushered elsewhere. 

This time your stomach fluttered when you saw him. The tension had been building since the night began but while everyone else was feeling the usual, sexy kind, Crimson Countess and her teammates seemed to be dreading something. He was barely a foot in the door when every head in the room turned to him. He stared back for a moment, regarding the assembled. 

“Pleasure to see you all too,” he said with a laugh, earning a few weak ones in response. Taking one final drag, he dropped his spent cigarette to the floor and stamped it out. He made his way to the bar, and by extension, towards you.

“Get me a shot of whatever’s closest,” Soldier Boy said to you, not really looking as he got close enough.

“I’m not a bartender,” you said, brushing off his carelessness in hopes of maintaining your good mood. He turned, looking you up and down which was reminiscent of your first meeting. Taking a hissing breath, he grinned.

“What? They’re letting hookers into this gig now?” he asked, leaning against the bar.

You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Sure,” he shrugged as a real bartender approached him, pouring a double without him needing to ask, “you gonna get down on your knees and suck my dick for a twenty?”

“I wouldn’t get on my knees for you for a million,” you said, tongue in cheek, “not to mention, I’m not a hooker.”

He grimaced in what you were disgusted to recognise as disappointment. “Guess that makes you a Supe then, sweetheart. And here I was thinking Red was bad enough.” Your eyes flicked to Crimson Countess across the room who was currently getting very touchy with some waiter. 

“And here I was thinking TNT Tommy was as gross as Payback’s members could get.” His jaw clenched at that, the smirk he gave you not reaching his darkened eyes.

“Clearly you haven’t spoken to his sister then,” he snapped back. 

You put a hand to your chest in fake sympathy. “Did I hurt big bad Soldier Boy’s feelings?”

He laughed heartily at that, eyes crinkling with mirth. “Oh, princess, you couldn’t hurt my feelings if you tried,” he said, “besides, I think we both know you’re just playing hard to get. I remember how you looked at me last time we ran into each other.” You swallowed hard.

“Or maybe,” you said, “I just think you’re a jackass and it’s fun seeing you get all riled up.”

He took a step closer, leaning over you a little more. “If you want me riled up, all you gotta do is put those pretty little hands on me. I bet you could work today’s angst out of my shoulders. Then I’ll give you what you really want. A good, hard, fu-”

“Jesus fucking christ!” you said turning away from him as you cringed, “not everyone who fucks with you wants your dick.”

“But you do,” he said bluntly, “you got a filthy mouth too, sweetheart. That’s okay. Some tough love will set you straight.”

A shiver ran across your skin. He really was getting off on this back and forth. “How screwed is your reality that me telling you I don’t wanna bang you somehow translates into ‘oh, please fuck me, Soldier Boy’?” The grin fell off his face. “Does no one in your life ever say no to you?”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he sneered. Apparently you did given how his grip on the bar tightened and his jaw clenched.

“You know, I bet Crimson Countess isn’t even into you. She wouldn’t even need to be a good actress to fool you. I can imagine her sucking up to you with big pouty eyes and red lips, all in the hopes that you’ll go away faster if she goes along with it.”

He moved in closer, an attempt to intimidate but all it did was confirm you’d hit a nerve. “You just keep fucking talking, don’t you?”

“I bet she goes all out for you too,” you teased, “Oh god, Soldier Boy! Right there! That’s it! Oh, you’re soooo good, Ben! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! Ah! Ah!” The fake moans you let out sounded downright pornagraphic but you could just picture Crimson Countess spouting that same bullshit.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he practically snarled. You grinned. God, he was so predictable it was hilarious.

“Okay, daddy,” you whispered with a mocking pout. 

You barely had time to blink before one of his thick hands was wrapped around your throat, squeezing your windpipe hard as your back was slammed onto the top of the bar with enough force to crack the wood. You hadn’t been expecting that. 

“You wanna fucking talk back, you bratty whore?” he growled from above you, tightening his grip on your neck as you wheezed, “you wanna play that game with me?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you choked out with a broken smile. Tears trickled from your eyes as you gasped desperately for air. 

Everyone else had gone silent and when he noticed their eyes on him, Soldier Boy hauled you back to your feet. Payback huddled into the corners like rats shying from a flame.

“The fuck are you cock-suckers looking at?” he shouted as you tried fruitlessly to peel his hand off your throat. 

As everyone cautiously went back to their conversations, Soldier Boy yanked you with him across the room. Barging into the staff corridor of the venue, he stopped and slammed you into the wall. 

“Feel smart now, princess? Feel proud of yourself for riling me up?”

“Wee bit,” you wheezed. 

He let go of your neck and you dropped to the floor.. You hissed as you ran your own fingers over your skin, feeling out where the nasty set of bruises would be tomorrow. You’d pinned him for a short temper but you weren’t betting on him following through with that macho dick-head shit. Bad move.

It was kinda hot though. It a fucked-up way. Before when you’d assumed he was all talk you could just picture him taking what he wanted from you and leaving you unsatisfied but now. You figured he’d take what he wanted and fuck you to the edge of oblivion in the process. 

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he said, tone deadly even as he pulled you too your feet by the collar. One arm resting on the wall to the right of your face, he pressed the other one into your hip bone, keeping you held against the wall. You whimpered.

“Someone’s got some pent up anger,” you said half-heartedly, “you gonna take that out on me?” 

He stared straight into your soul. “Should I?” His voice was suddenly honey, oozing, sweet and sticky, clogging your pores. 

“Wha-”

“D’you like it when I fucking manhandled you like the bitch you are?”

“Soldier Boy, I-”

“I can see it in your eyes. That little switch in your brain has gone off. No more smartass comments, sweetheart?” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He dug his thumb into your hip a little harder. “C’mon, doll, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Nothing,” you lied, instinctively leaning forward as his face backed off. He tasted of some basic-ass cologne and warmth and you wanted a second hit.

“We both know that ain’t true. Tell me what you want, doll. Tell me.”

“I…”

“Don’t go getting shy on me now. C’mon pretty thing, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“Attagirl.”

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a/n: ik this one isn't actual smut but i was feeling the plotty goddess in my fingers today so here you are instead i want this man to fuck me up omg (not edited)

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[rainypaperangel]

I didn't like how they dressed the Monster High characters for the upcoming movies... so I re-did it xD

Disclaimer; this is just my opinion, and I've never made a clothes collection whatever-they're-called post, soeh... bear with me. I also didn't do everyone, just the ones I though could be improved upon the most! The movie will premiere on Nickelodeon, do I understand they couldn't make the characters as edgy as in the cartoon (they could, but we can't have nice things) - anyway, take this with a grain of salt!

Frankie Stein

I like how they made Frankie preppy, but they also looks a bit... boring? The dress or whatever it is seem a bit plain - I'd split it up between a plaid skirt and a plain, white blouse, and from thereon use accessories and the likes of that to make it more interesting. I chose carefully so nothing would clash with the skirt, and like in the show, Frankie's accessories are silver and metallic.

I though the tights were a bit too much - I understand they can't be too "sexy" for kids' TV, but they also look a bit clunky. I replaced them with thinner tights that doesn't look like they were ripped on purpose.

Draculaura

A key feature of Draculaura's is that she's cute and romantic, and I don't really think that's reflected in her movie-costume. She looks too much like Frankie, preppy, and not like she's 1600 years old.

In the show, she wears a lot of Victorian-inspired clothing, so I chose a poofy Lolita skirt and a pink blouse to go with it. I figured a charm bracelet would suit her, plus a bat-backpack. She has a lot of heart-imagery in her design, so I added heart earrings.

Cleo DeNile

I kind of like Cleo's outfit, but not for an Egyptian princess. Cleo's over the top, so I chose her outfit exclusively in gold and marine colors. She wears a lot of jewelry, most of which is probably amulets and other magic trinkets for protection and all that...

I was worried the excessive amounts of gold would be too much, but both the boots, the shawl, and the hair piece(?) is a deep blue - I think this would make a nice balance.

Clawdeen Wolf

I think Clawdeen's outfit was the one I minded the least, but it still didn't feel quite like her. I put her in a similar dark, purple outfit, but I chose a more emo-like skirt and some more daring jewelry and shoes.

I wanted to put her in a fur jacket, but I just didn't like any of the ones found, so I opted for a leather jacket instead - I also figured that'd be good for hunting.

Lagoona Blue

I'll be honest, I'm not suuuper hooked on the outfit I ended up with, but I think it'd be better with a blue skin tone (why is she not blue when almost everyone else gets a color??). The bracelet is Australian opals and reminds me of the ocean - I think she'd look at it when she feels homesick.

I never liked Lagoona's shoes, so I chose some more practical sneakers for her that she could actually run in. The flowers are hair-clips, which I think'd look great in big, curly, blonde hair. I also think she'd wear her jacket tied around her wait most of the time, unless it was really sunny and she worried about drying out.

Deuce Gorgon

I took this as an opportunity to completely re-design Deuce's outfit. White tank-top, leather pants, and a snakey-green leather jacket - couldn't you just imagine it?! I wanted the snake imagery to be there, but more subtle - I would love a more edgy take on Deuce where he tries to handle how he feels about his abilities; a part of his heritage, and yet, a curse...

So I ended up with a snake ring and dark glasses with snake handles (whyyyy is his live-action glasses not tinted?). I also added a red bracelet, which, in a movie-setting, I would prefer to have Greek-inspired imagery, but hey... It's a nod to the red accents of his cartoon outfit.

Also, trans Deuce supremacy <3

#hope you liked it! #monster high #monster high redesign #monster high movie #monster high live action #frankie stein #draculaura #cleo denile #lagoona blue #deuce gorgon #mh #ever after high #mattel #nickelodeon #nostalgia #cartoon redesign

[lunawings]

iRis was AWESOME!!! No photo or video recording and we didn't get physical tickets so here's me waiting at the front of the line two hours early in my Yui cosplay. I ended up third row center, which was pretty much the closest you could get if you're not VIP or ADA.

They sang three songs from PriPara: Make It, Miracle Paradise, and Dream Parade. They were like "Those songs were from PURIPARAAAA" and a few groups of people near the front cheered while I think the back was like ???? Ahaha. Most of the people near the front either had iRis merch, Love Live merch, or PriPara merch so there were a variety of fans present. I have seen iRis multiple times before but always in character and never as themselves so I am embarrassed to admit I don't know their regular callouts and such but the guy next to me SURE DID!! Haha.

But yeah, they were great and they looked like they were having such a good time!! Miyutan was in front of me a LOT and she was constantly interacting with the crowd while the others were talking. I am not sure if she noticed me though, I am pretty short and I was a little distracted towards the end of the show since my wig was falling off uuuuugu...

They tried to do their intros in English. Saki I think was like "I am cute and cool and sexy" ehehe. At one point Miyutan said "New York let's make some noise!" which I was super impressed with. But mostly they spoke Japanese to us with the occasional translator interjection. Even though their new anime movie hasn't been confirmed for release here, we got to see the world premiere of the visual for their new movie and they even read a bit of the script in which they talked about having been a group for ten years and wonder what the next ten years will look like...

At the end everyone was cheering ENCORE ENCORE so they had to somewhat awkwardly come back on stage and explain they don't have time to sing any more songs. But they did a "iRis Full Energy!" cheer with us to send us off!

#iris #pripara #they had very japanese inspired outfits #reminded me of when muse with to america and did angelic angel haha

[6rookie-writer0110]

Desperate for the night

Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Request - Could you do Hailee Steinfeld x male!reader where y/n is an actor/singer. The story starts where y/n wants to talk to Hailee about wanting explore more about calling him just baby. They talk and y/n wants her to calls him "daddy." She giggled and tells her that's weird and his not her dad. Y/n is showing a cheeky grin, he tells to to say it more to get used to it. She said if she's says it there no kisses, no sexy time since she's trying to get use to it. She said it again and again and the next time she said it she did it in a secductive tone. One time she called for her dad she said daddy and then y/n and her dad said yes at the same time and both y/n and Hailee turn red hot as they are embarrassed as her dad is in the room.

Hailee and Y/n are filming a music video for their new song together. They are at the beach and they are on break, Hailee took a picture with Y/n and she posted it on her Instagram account. Everyone knows they are dating, they would post pictures of each other on Instagram. Also, they would go to events together and sometimes work together.

“Hailee, we need to talk,” Y/n said.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Hailee asked.

“No! Why you would ask that?” Y/n asked.

“Because you said we need to talk,” Hailee said.

“No, I don't want to break up with you. I wanted to talk about something else” Y/n said.

“Okay, you scared me for a moment. What do you want to talk about” Hailee said.

“Well... I thought besides calling me ‘babe’ maybe call me ‘daddy’” Y/n said.

“Are you serious? You want me to call you ‘daddy’?” Hailee said.

Y/n nods “Yeah, I'm serious. Maybe give it a try”

Hailee starts to laugh but Y/n isn't laughing.

“Oh, you are serious. You are not my dad and it's strange calling you daddy” Hailee said.

“Maybe give it a try and call me daddy. Can you least try?” Y/n said.

She rolled her eyes at him.

“Okay, I will try. But! We won't kiss or have sex after I say it” Hailee said.

“Okay, that's understandable,” Y/n said.

He kissed Hailee on the lips and smiled but she rolled her eyes at him again. They continue to work on the music video all day.

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Hailee went to the movie premiere of The Gray Man. Y/n was in the movie and played a bad guy. When Y/n first got the role, Hailee was happy for her boyfriend. He asked Hailee to be his date and she said yes. Hailee to pick out the outfits for them to wear.

At the after-party, Y/n introduced Hailee to the cast. Ana was happy to see Y/n, they became close friends. He learned Spanish on set by listening to Ana talk.

“Wow, since when you can speak Spanish?” Hailee asked.

“Oh, Ana taught me some Spanish. We had to do interviews in Spanish in Miami” Y/n said.

“Did you tell her to call you daddy?” Hailee joked.

“Oh, it would sound hot if she said it in Spanish. I'm going to ask, I will be right back” Y/n smiled.

Hailee smacked his chest and he starts to laugh.

“I was joking. No, I never told her to call me ‘Papi’. And it means ‘daddy’ in Spanish” Y/n said.

“Whatever, Y/n,” Hailee said.

Y/n smiled again and he wrapped his arms around her.

“I only want you to call me ‘daddy’” Y/n smiled.

She rolled her eyes. Later, they went to get something to drink and danced for a little while. Ana did spend time with Y/n and she got to know Hailee, they are getting along. Hailee noticed they have a lot of inside jokes.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✯

Y/n and Hailee are making an ep album. They are covering love songs and the fans are liking the first song they sang Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez. Today, they are shooting a video for it. Y/n is on his phone and she whispered in his ear...

“Hey daddy” Hailee whispered seductively.

“Hey, babe” Y/n smiled.

“I’m guessing you liked it, because of how I said it,” Hailee said.

“Yeah, I liked how you said it,” Y/n said.

She kissed him on the lips.

“You are taking me out for dinner, daddy,” Hailee said.

Y/n starts to nod.

“Yeah, I can do that” Y/n smiled.

Throughout the day, Hailee has kept calling Y/n ‘daddy’. She is trying to get used to it, but it still feels strange for her to say to her boyfriend. Y/n doesn't pressure her to say it but he does think it's hot how she says it.

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Hailee took Y/n to her family’s house and have a cookout in the backyard. Y/n has met the family before, they are okay with Y/n dating Hailee.

Now, Hailee and Y/n are in the kitchen alone. She decided to call her boyfriend ‘daddy’

“Daddy,” Hailee said.

“Yes,” Y/n and her father said at the same time.

Hailee’s face turns extremely red. She didn't know that her father was heading to the kitchen. Y/n froze and he feels embarrassed he didn't turn around to look at her dad.

“Did you just yes?” He asked Y/n.

“W-what? No, no, no, no... I said I want grapes” Y/n nervously said.

He glared at Y/n and Hailee is freaking out on the inside.

“I think it's time for you to go, Y/n,” He said.

“I forgot to pick up my friend at the airport. Um, Hailee, I will text you later” Y/n said.

He rushed out of the kitchen and left the house. Hailee goes to the backyard and gets in the pool. An hour later Hailee texted Y/n.

Hailee - I'm not calling you daddy anymore, after what happened.

Y/n- I think he wanted to kill me.

Hailee - he still wants to kill you.

Y/n - I think I won't go to your family’s house for a while.

Hailee - Good idea

#Hailee Steinfeld imagine #Hailee Steinfeld x you #hailee steinfeld x reader #Hailee Steinfeld x male reader #x male reader #male!reader

[obetrolncocktails]

Sharp Dressed Man | Jake Kiszka X Reader Part 1

Warnings: This fic is strictly 18+, minors DNI! Oral (giving) fem. Receiving, Semi-public sex, Jake bun, lots of sexy back and forth, foreplay for part two, sex in the dark...otherwise just some smutty smut.

Word Count: 4K

A/N: Took me while to get started on this one, but I am loving where it's going. Jake girls, get your asses over here!

“Jake, how does it feel to be featured in such a prolific series? James Bond–a lot to live up to,” a reporter asked from behind the barricade.

The band had been invited to the premier of the newest James Bond film, The Weight of Dreams. They were given the opportunity to record the theme song for the film after a long and stressful period of consideration.

“It’s truly an honor. Everyone knows the movies and we’re humbled to share a small piece of that. We never thought we’d ever do something like this as a band, but it has definitely been an exciting and different adventure than what we’re used to.” Jake engaged with the reporter with excitement and interest; you watched the stream of celebs floating about the red carpet, posing and sucking in their stomachs, obsessed with capturing their best angles. You made your way to Jake slowly. He hadn’t seen your outfit yet, and you hadn’t seen his. You wanted to surprise each other; it wasn’t often that you found yourselves at a black tie affair. 

“And who are you wearing tonight?” The reporter asked, tilting the microphone to Jake. He was dressed in the sexiest outfit you’d ever seen him in. He wore a slim-fit black silk suit that was intricately beaded with embroidered french military-style lapels down the front. In the brightness of the lights the beading sparkled luxuriously. Jake was the only person that could pull off such an elevated and edgy outfit. You practically drooled as you came up behind him. 

“Balmain,” He said simply, straightening the blazer over his bare chest. His eyes widened as when he saw you, struggling to maintain conversation with the reporter. You observed him as he spoke, your eyes trailing down the contour of his chest, appreciating how perfectly his necklaces looped around his neck before moving down to his abs and the beginnings of his happy trail. His hair was pulled up behind his head in a knot, with loose pieces of hair wisping about the nape of his neck. He knew what he was doing to you, and you knew he could feel your eyes searing into his skin as you watched him from the side. 

“Baby?” He said, finally getting your attention. Jake was better at keeping his composure than you ever would be. 

You met his gaze, still pulling your focus in from your sinful train of thought.

“Huh?” You blurted. “He wants to know what you’re wearing.” Jake grinned at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh! Versace, thank you!” You said with a bit too much excitement. You attempted to make up for the lack of focus. You were wearing a beautiful deep green silk dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The material of the dress was finicky in the way that it would show the contour of anything it touched, but also exquisite in the way that it pooled around you, falling to the floor in an almost-liquid flow of fabric. The daintiness of the dress was precisely the reason you went without underwear tonight. Jake would just have to find out later on his own.

“Gorgeous, right? I’m definitely lucky for sure.” Jake offered the reporter a proud smile, bringing a hand around your back, his fingertips gliding about the bareness of your back. When he realized that your back was almost completely exposed, you felt his touch wandering down your spine, teasing lower and lower.

“Absolutely. Miss Y/n, you look phenomenal. Jake,” he paused before continuing. “Thank you so much for talking to us. Have fun tonight.” Jake nodded politely before stepping off, his hand at your back ushering you forward. 

“I think I might regret this decision,” He murmured into your ear as you walked as a pair down to the next mark. “What do you mean?” You responded softly, teasing him with your nonchalance. “I mean that I want to rip that dress off of you. Donatella can send me the fucking check later.” His tone was gruff, almost dripping with sex. 

“Jacob,” you purred, turning to face him, running your manicured fingernails down the bareness of his chest. “Even on the red carpet, you can’t help yourself…” you let your eyes fall to his chest before bringing them back up to his eyes. 

He leaned towards you, his cologne cloaking around you, leaving you feeling intoxicated. “Especially on the red carpet. Formality means nothing to me.” Your cheeks flamed as he leaned down even closer, whispering into the cuff of your ear. “I know you’re practically naked. Wanna know what I can’t get out of my mind right now?” He asked.

“Jake! Smile for us–congratulations!” A photographer shouted over the barricade, pointing his large camera at you both. He parted from you quickly enough to take a pleasant picture for them, his arm still latched behind your back. You soon felt the warmth of his breath return. 

“I can’t seem to erase the image of me pulling this ten-thousand-dollar dress over your hips, bending you over a stair railing and fucking you from behind.” He brought his free hand to the thinness of your dress, his thumb and pointer finger pinching at the fabric. Your eyes widened before you could control yourself. “Mm,” you hummed, gulping out of reflex. You felt his lips skim the softness of your neck before he turned back out to the crowd of press. 

“What are you wearing?” Someone shouts. “How are you feeling about the big win?” another reporter interjects. “Jake, babe! Miss!” They continue to bark and prod, begging for attention. It was just then that you both heard enormous hoops and hollers from the crowd and you turned your attention to see Daniel Craig approaching, looking suave and collected. A true veteran celebrity.. 

“Thank God,” Jake muttered, grabbing you by the wrist. His grip was iron-tight and he practically yanked you to the end of the red carpet. 

“Jakey!” You whined, pretending to be disturbed when he pulled you into the hotel lobby. “Not here!” You kept your voice low as he marched you through the revolving doors that were gilded in gold filigree. “You can’t walk off of your own red carpet. They wanted pictures, and–” he cut you off.

“Daniel ‘fucking’ Craig is out there right now,” he said, closing the distance between himself and you. “I think they will be just fine.” He paused before continuing. “All I can think about is making good on my promise,” He said, gripping a fistfull of your dress in his hand, tugging it up higher and higher, skimming the fabric about your thigh. 

“Jake, stop. We’re in public.” You responded, swatting away his hands, struggling not to melt onto the marble flooring of the hotel lobby. “That’s never stopped me before. Any closed door could fix that.”

“Jake, right?” A tall, beautiful blonde-haired woman said, gliding by. Her fingers danced around Jake’s shoulder as she came to stand beside him. You watched as Jake nodded politely. “Your playing is absolutely phenomenal. How do you get your fingers to work that fast, hmm?” Her fingers trailed down the front of his jacket and you threw her the dirtiest look that you could manage. She was dressed in a long gown of revealing black lace. 

“Lots of practice,” he said with a flattered chuckle. 

“Your fingers must be so calloused–practically have the strings worn into your fingertips,” she mused as she lifted Jake’s right hand, running her fingertips along the pads of his fingers. “Just as I thought. A true musician,” she smiled, her teeth glowing a glorious white through the expression. Her tone was saccharine–so obscenely sweet that it left a bitter taste in your mouth. She was a fox; cunning and determined. Something about her essence alarmed you that she was far too smitten with your man. 

You wrap your arms around Jake, making an exaggerated show of affection. “My man is unbelievable–in almost every sense of the word.” You tilted your head to meet gaze, winking at him. 

“Hmpf, well aren’t you precious,” the woman said, smiling brightly once again, except this time, her face contorted in an almost sneer. 

You offered her a bright smile. “Have a great night. By the way, your seamstress did a great job fitting you into that dress. You can barely see the extra patch they had to sew in.” 

She rolled her eyes at you, turning to Jake with a soft smile. “Goodnight, Jake. Congrats again.” She walked off, letting her hips sway back and forth with her gait. 

“Really, Y/n?” Jake said, turning to you with a raised eyebrow.

“What?!” You snipped, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“You don’t think that was a bit…” He said carefully, searching for the nicest way possible to tell you that you were being a bitch.

“Slutty? Yeah I really think she was, now come to think of it.” You were heated and protective and you surely didn’t stop it from leaking into your tone. 

“Jealousy looks so fucking sexy on you,” He said, his lips turned up in a wide smirk. 

You scoffed. “I’m not jealous. Far from it, actually.” You maintained your stance, trying your best to remain stoic. 

Jake leaned in, this time dangerously close to you. “When she touched me, you recoiled. You are so possessive of me it hurts,” he whispered, bringing his fingertips to your chin, tilting your head down to him, “But at the end of the day, there’s no need to be. I’m the one that owns you. Have you so easily forgotten?” His thumb traces the softness of your lips, before drawing a straight line down your bottom lip, leaving you speechless and dripping between your thighs. 

“Jake…we’re here for a reason,” you said, attempting to disguise how turned on you were. 

“And I say that the reason for being right here, right now,” he said gruffly, stepping into your personal space, “is to fuck you behind the first door I can find.” His eyes seared into yours, daring you to look away. “My suspicions say that we won’t be missed,” he murmured, turning to look beyond the glass doors as the photographers and press continued to ogle the celebrities on the red carpet. 

“If they get to worship everyone out there, who says I can’t do the very same thing to you, hm? You’d be lying to me if you said that your knees aren’t buckling just thinking about me fucking you against a closed door while A-listers walk past, innocently enjoying their cocktail hour.” 

He eyed you for a moment waiting for you to respond, and when you didn’t, you heard him snicker. “That easy to get you quiet? I thought I’d have to try much, much harder.” 

“I–I wa–” You stopped and started, searching for something to say. 

“Use your words, Y/n. All you have to say is yes or no. Simple words.”

“Jake–” You argued once more before finally giving in. You sighed heavily, bringing your gaze upward to him once more. 

This time, he took your chin firmly in his palm and brought his face to yours, noses almost touching. “Yes–or–no?” He asked breathily, his eyebrows lifted in an almost mocking expression. Your eyes fell to his lips and watched as the corners turned upwards in a smirk that left you breathless. “Y–” You paused for a second, weighing the consequences of what could happen. “Yes, Jake. Please.”

With no warning you were practically ripped from the lobby and into another hall by your arm as his eyes darted toward either side to find any unlocked door. He jiggled several doorknobs with his freehand, cursing when they turned out to be locked. Maintenance Closet. He read the sign above the next door and turned the doorknob, hoping that God would sense the urgency of the situation. He felt no resistance from the lock and pulled the door open slightly. Looking in either direction for prying eyes, he pulled you inside and closed the door without even reaching to find a light. 

“Jake,” You yelped softly, chuckling when he pulled your body to his in the dark, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “When in Rome–er–the Ritz.” 

“Are you going to turn on a light?” You asked, feeling around you in the dark. 

“And ruin the mystery of it all?” Jake said, pulling the flat of his palm to your eyes. “Don’t open your eyes. Gotta make sure nothing’s gonna kill us.” You giggled, bringing your hands to your eyes, covering his hand for extra coverage. 

Jake used the flashlight of his phone to scour the room. It was cramped inside; just four walls, with shelving littered with cleaning supplies. The floor space was clear except for two mops that had fallen across the floor. “Stay there, don’t peek,” he said, removing his hand from your eyes to bend down and stand up the mops. Using the toe of his patent leather dress shoes, he kicked several boxes to the corners of the room, creating as much space as possible. 

“Jake, shh! We’re gonna get caught! You’re being so loud.” You hissed into the dark, not exactly sure where he was. 

“What if I told you I don’t give a shit? Call it a double feature. Not one, but two shows for the evening.” He sounded distant, somewhere within the room until the scent of his cologne looped around your head, infiltrating your senses. You could feel the heat of his breath against your cheek. “Shut up, Jake. Do you always have catch phrases?” You teased softly, knowing that he was just within touch. Suddenly, you felt his hands digging into your sides, spinning you around and pinning you against the door hard enough for it to rattle from the force. 

You yelped out of surprise as he threw you against the flat of the door, his hands moving along your sides. “They work, don’t they?” He said in a low murmur, his hands moving to trace shapes along your belly. 

You swallowed, deciding not to argue or fight. “Always, Jakey. You always know what to say.”

“Damn right, I do,” He responded, his hands moving lower down your curves, then down your thighs. His hands find yours from below, giving you a clue as to where he was. He disconnected his hands from yours, finding the silken hem of your dress and pulling it upward, snaking his hands up your thighs. “Really Y/n…” He said softly with an amused tone. 

“Hm?” You responded, knowing what he was about to ask. 

“No underwear?”

“Couldn’t have panty lines on the red carpet. I thought you’d appreciate it, too. Easy access.” You said, grinning down at him even though he couldn’t see you. 

“You’re evil,” He chuckled, stroking the softness of your skin before pulling at your thighs, spreading them open. “Baby, let me show you what I’ve been thinking about all day.” You widened your step for him, still unsure of what he would do next. Save for the sliver of light underneath the door, the room was pitch-black, showing nothing except the toes of his boots.

“That’s it,” he purred below you. His hands dropped from your skin completely, making you gasp when you felt his hand again, this time at your pussy. “You’re already such a mess, love.” Jake said matter-of-factly. “Who thought that such a goddess of a woman could make such a mess of herself at an event like this.” You felt him moving through your folds, your jaw falling slack when you heard the sound of him licking the tips of his fingers. 

“Jake, oh my–”

“What? Can’t I help clean up?”

You could only manage a lustful murmur. “I won’t stop you.” You found the top of his head and eventually his shoulder, placing your hand on him. “Jake, please. Show me how it’s better in the dark.” With the lack of sight, your sense of touch was magnified, leaving you heightenly aware. You felt the coolness of the wooden door against your ass as well as the soft silk of your dress skimming the back of your legs. One of Jake’s hands rested upon the curve of your knee. Who knew where the other one was. 

“Happily,” He simply said before moving both of his hands to the crease in your hips, pulling you forward against his tongue in the darkness. 

The sudden movement earned a gasp from your lips. “Jake,” you blurted, grasping for something in the dark to right your balance as he pulled you from the door. 

“Mmm,” served as his only response as he delved into you, his tongue slowly tracing the surface of your pussy, stopping to flick lazily at the swell of your clit. 

You could hear when he took breaks to breathe, heavy exhalations falling from his lips into the room, the sound reverberating off of the four concrete walls and back at you. “You’re an unhealthy addiction,” He whispered, his tone ravaged with lust. 

“Yet there you are, on your knees practically begging.” You responded, knowing your sass would only encourage him further. He smacks the roundness of your ass with his palm, eliciting a gasp. “The addiction is reciprocal, Y/n.” He tugged at your dress to adjust it back above your waist. “You don’t have to use words for me to know that you want me buried inside of you.”

“Stop talking, Jake. I want more. Now.” You said, groping from the top of his head, pulling him back downward. All you got as a response was a chuckle. He was in a teasing mood tonight; you had expected a quickie, but he had different plans.

“Patience, Y/n. Why would you want to strike something this sinful off of your bucket list so quickly? If we get arrested for indecent exposure, we might as well make it count, hm?”

You felt his fingertips running circles on the insides of your thighs. “Remember that blonde? Said my fingers basically had the strings carved into them?” He paused as he leaned down to plant a kiss on your skin. “How does it feel to actually have personal experience with them, hm?” He placed another kiss on the other thigh, this time sucking harshly, surely leaving marks. His fingers find their way to you again, this time he uses the flat of his thumb against your clit, rolling it in slow spirals. You can’t help but busy your hands by bringing them up to your breasts, pinching your nipples in response to the action happening below you. 

“So jealous, little one. And why?” He said, his tone rising upward in an almost question. “Don’t I prove my devotion to you over and over? Round by round?” His tongue. You felt his tongue directly on your clit, slurping and sucking wildly. His hands found their way to your asscheeks quickly, pulling you roughly against his face. In the tightness of the room, the sounds ricochet off of every surface, sending your eyes rolling backward. Jake was an expert with his tongue and had no shame when it came to pleasing you. Too many times you’d look down at him completely painted in your slick, grinning from ear to ear. Though you wouldn’t see that tonight, the circumstances of the evening and the risky behavior you were both displaying far outshined everything else. 

“Goddamn, Jake–” You pulled one of your hands to the top of his head, the other propped flat against the door, leaving you in a balancing act. His tongue molded to every curve of you, eventually moving to your entrance, teasing at the opening with slow, intentional strokes. Coming up for air, he practically gasped. “Cum for me, Y/n. Let me taste you. All of you. Please.”

Jake rarely begged, but when he did, you crumpled every single time. Something about a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it was sexy; but even moreso, a man who was willing to let the stoic, unbothered exterior fall away…it split you apart in almost every sense. He moved his way back to you, exercising his tongue in various rhythms, shapes and speeds, getting you there in every way possible. You eventually found the doorknob, grasping onto it for dear life, not realizing that the door wasn’t locked until it pulled slightly open, spraying the room in a thin slant of bright light. Your heart jumped as the door shut again from your weight.

 “Fuck!” You said, covering your mouth immediately. Jake’s hands grabbed your legs hungrily, daring you to think of anything else except for the orgasm that was mounting in your core. He couldn’t have cared less if the entire cast, crew, press and audience had front-row seating to the event. “Jake-Ja-I–” You stammered, rocking your hips against the curve of his nose. You felt your knees buckling beneath you as the torrent of sensation began to take its toll. Jake steadied you, willing you to bear the consequences of the orgasm. He wouldn’t relent and though your inclination would be to tell him to stop–that you couldn’t take it, he would push you to the furthest limit before pulling you back in. Though you knew this about him, every time felt like the very first. You arched against him and felt his fingers digging into your outer thighs. 

“Oh my god, Jake–fuck!” You shouted, forgetting everything except for the feeling of his tongue. 

“That’s it, Y/n,” Jake finally said, using the flat of his hand to swipe feverishly at your clit to make you finally surrender. Your entire body trembled from his touch. His timing was immaculate, bringing his face back down against you as your hips surged forward, your body fraught with crippling ecstasy. You exploded against him, and heard him messily taking every bit of you, stealing you for himself. In the blackout of orgasm, you felt his teeth sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh. The pain only sent you plummeting further and further, giving yourself to him completely; a devotional unto him–as a sinner sacrificing themself completely for the promise of retribution.

“That’s it, give it up to me. Don’t fight it, baby girl.” He finally let go, his hands sliding back down to the crease of your knees. You felt him lean forward and kiss you delicately a few times as you tried to regain your composure. You leaned backwards against the door, letting it support you as you fell backward, sliding yourself down into a crouching position. 

You heard Jake tsk repeatedly with his tongue against his teeth. “You’re forgetting–I’m not done with you just yet. I said I wanted to worship you, yes? Let me do it from start to finish. Me starting on my knees and finishing with you on yours.”

The room was silent, save for the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “Or I can stop now and we can get a glass of wine and–”

“Jake, shut the fuck up and come here,” You whined, grabbing for him, finding a handful of his suit jacket. He chuckled knowingly through his nose.

 “We all know that sex-drunk is the best drunk, hm?” He rose, pinning you against the door, finding your lips, inhaling your scent upon contact. “Do you taste yourself on my tongue?” he moaned into the kiss, his touch feather-light upon your lips. 

“Yes,” you replied before returning his kiss.

“How about the want? The risk…the payoff? It’s all there, Y/n.” His lips dragged from yours to your jawbone and down your neck, his tongue running along the smoothness of your skin, stopping intermittently to leave you speckled with purple-pink blotches. “Yes, Jake. I’m all over you.” You responded, overwhelmed by his closeness to you and the overwhelming need for him to ravage you.

 “And soon I will be all over you. Let’s get one thing clear, darling. Both of us will leave this room drunker than anyone in this building–having not consumed one drop of alcohol.”

His kisses continued to descend down your chest until your dress proved to be an issue. With no hesitation, he ripped it down your shoulders, tearing the dress straight down the middle. You could feel the pieces no longer supporting your breasts. 

“Jake! Oh my god! My dress!”

“I said what I said. Madame Versace can send the bill to me personally if she wants to.” 

“How am I going to be able to walk out of here,” you hissed under your breath at Jake. 

“Don’t worry about it. Pretty sure I’ll make it hard enough to walk anyway.”

--

End of Part 1.

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[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: “Prestidigitorium!”

When I originally wrote this little one shot after Season 5′s premiere episode (5x01), I remember being both excited and anxious for what was to come for Emma and those who love her most. I couldn’t help wanting to write a bit of sweet fluff for them, in the midst of all the angst that I’m now sure is on the way. (Boy, we couldn’t have even guessed at how angsty Season 5 would really get, could we?) I loved that little Emma in the flashback was seeing The Sword in the Stone, and the title of this is from that movie’s song Merlin sings while showing Wart how to pack magically.

Also available on A03 or ff.net (As part of my One Shot Collection “Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts) if you prefer to read on one of those platforms.

Summary:  Canon Divergent 5a Missing Moment /// Sometime in what I hope is the near future, a simple family movie night after Emma has defeated the Darkness…

The little yellow cottage by the water seems lit from within on this chilly autumn evening as night begins to fall over Storybrooke, Maine. Though it hasn’t been home for long, Emma Swan’s first place of her own – that isn’t a tiny apartment in some huge, bustling city – is already exactly the cozy sanctuary she envisioned. It hasn’t been more than a couple of weeks since she moved her things in, settled into the space, and she is only now starting to feel that she really will be alright. She will be able to stay here in this little town, and she won’t have to fear hurting the ones she loves, because the darkness is finally, completely gone from inside her.

Most of that credit goes to her two True Loves seated right in front of her, part of the gathering in her little home tonight. Her sexy and sweetly devoted Captain, and her precious son who never stopped believing in her, are the ones who kept her fighting even when her battle against the Dark One curse began to feel hopeless – when she might have otherwise lay down in defeat and been subsumed by the horrific and overwhelming power that had coursed through her veins, aching to take her over.

Tonight is not about that though, even if she cannot help ruffling Henry’s hair with such an overflow of affection that it makes momentary tears well in her eyes as she pauses by the back of the sofa where he sits with little Roland Hood, waiting for everyone else to settle in with them to begin movie night. Killian is sitting quietly on Roland’s other side, clearly trying to appear extra calm and still, Emma can tell, because of the little boy in their care. Finally feeling like herself again, Emma had offered to babysit so Roland could join their little party and Regina and Robin could have a much-needed night alone to truly reconnect, talk, and heal. It made her feel even more accepted and restored to normal when Regina didn’t hesitate to accept her offer at all. Still, Roland hasn’t spent much time with any of them except Henry, and Emma finds it insanely adorable how hard her former pirate boyfriend is trying not to spook the child, to the point of keeping his hook shielded from view at his other side. As if sensing her thought, Killian tilts his head up against the back of the couch to look at her hovering over his shoulder.

“You’re thinking quite loudly, Swan,” he quips playfully, though she sees the unasked question in his eyes behind the jest. After all they have been through recently, he is especially attuned not to let her thoughts veer back toward guilt and fear over where she has been or what she has done, not if he can help it.

Emma bends down to kiss his forehead affectionately, happy to bestow any bit of encouragement or sweetness on him after the lengths he went to in order to bring her back and what he endured when she was not fully herself. She doesn’t want to dwell on those memories now, and so she keeps the kiss brief and innocent, standing again swiftly and shaking her head clear of the heavier thoughts. Tonight is meant to be happy – a celebration – and she intends to keep it so.

“How’s the popcorn coming in there?” she calls toward the kitchen where her dad is trying to work the microwave and prepare their snack, while keeping her little brother occupied as well.

“Yes, Dave, need a hand?” Killian quips, the old joke of his only having one to spare familiar and accepted between them.

“Everyone just needs to hold their horses a minute!” David admonishes, no real scold in his eyes though as he strides into the room, one arm holding little Neal balanced on his hip, while carrying two huge bowls of mouth-wateringly scented buttered popcorn, one in each hand. “I’ve got it under control.”

Henry jumps up quickly to take one of the bowls from his grandpa and allow the man a free hand. David settles into the recliner with his young son, digging into the popcorn for his own handful and his eyes widening in pleased delight. “Wow! This is incredible!”

Henry laughs aloud, and Emma shoots her father a knowing look from around the people sitting between them. “See? Didn’t I tell you so?” She nods with playful gratification. “You can’t have a great movie night without buttered popcorn.”

“One point to the modern world,” David acknowledges with a conciliatory nod.

Killian reaches over to the bowl, putting his own handful of the hot, salty treat in his mouth. His eyes widen comically as well, and he nods vigorously in agreement. “Oh, aye, this is something the Enchanted Forest should truly be sorry they are lacking!”

Everybody crams into the cozy, but admittedly small, living room of Emma’s waterfront cottage as Henry pushes play on the DVD player and the movie begins. He’s been going through the Disney classics with little Roland, who is still wide-eyed and amazed by so much in the modern world, but clearly adores both the real world magic of animation and a catchy song as much as any other child. The selection for tonight is The Sword in the Stone, and though both Killian and her father had started to protest, afraid their recent adventures and trials – and how different Arthur, Merlin, and Camelot itself had proven to be from the legend they had known – might be upsetting or painful for Emma and all of them, Emma herself had urged them to let the boys pick. She could see the appeal in comparing the made-up story to a place they had just been able to experience for themselves.

What she didn’t say aloud was that the real ache in her chest came not from remembering Arthur’s machinations and veiled treachery or the danger they had all faced, but from the memories of this movie being the first one she had ever seen in a theater, how she’d had to sit all alone with no one to buy her snacks, laugh along with her, or be sure she was enjoying herself. She remembered all too well having to walk past the popcorn in the theater lobby with no money of her own, and the way she had so easily filched a candy bar from that other theatergoer without thinking twice. Perhaps the Darkness had always been in there with her light, long before she could have possibly understood…

As the cartoon reached the spot where Wart wonders into Merlin’s cottage and the bearded old wizard is magically packing his entire home into a single bag with his “Higitus Figitus” song, Emma can’t help curling in a little closer to Killian from where she has already wedged herself onto the couch between him and the sofa’s arm, leaning her head sadly on his shoulder.

“Alright there, Lass?” he whispers, breath warm and soft on her forehead so as not to disturb their younger viewers.

“Fine,” she answers shortly, knowing she’ll tell him later about how that scene had only served to remind her of all the times she had been packed back up from a foster home and sent away again. For now she only wants to snuggle up to his warmth and be glad he is still here with her, despite what she had almost become.

However, when she gets up later to check on popcorn and drink refills, she simply has to bring the two boys candy bars when she returns, and somehow with their smiles and excited thanks, and the arm of her pirate wrapped around her once again, the void from so many years ago is finally filled.

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[kuwdora]

December meme: vid recs for favorite overlooked canon

celli asked me for some vid recs for some of my favorite overlooked canon!!

Start Wearing Purple by @findmeinthealps2. Mythic Quest (Apple TV). This is an utterly brilliant, hilarious and really emotionally concise look at Poppy and Iann's platonic/working relationship. It's weird, funny and oh my god Gogol Bordello's musical vibes are so perfect for the workplace hijinks of this show.

Catch Us If You Can by @aurumcalendula. Vagrant Queen (SyFy). Vagrant Queen premiered in March 2020... so not many people watched it. But the 3 of us who did lost our utter minds!! This show is filmed in South Africa and it's--oh god, it's like a cross between the action plot/vibes of Killjoys and Farscape. This vid is SO MUCH FUN.

Fortunate One by runawaynun. The Expanse (SyFy/Amazon). THIS CAMINA DRUMMER VID!! The song is A++++ because riot grrl music!! for Drummer is BRILLIANT. Oh my god I'm not sure this technically qualifies as 'overlooked' because I do not overlook it, I am obsessed but if you want a complex portrait of a woman, a gorgeous show, a brilliant actress, PLEASE WATCH THIS VID. And also all of runawaynun's other Expanse vids!

Color and Light by @beatriceeagle. This is a multi-source vid featuring Rian Johnson movies (Brick, The Brothers Bloom, Looper, Knives out and Star Wars). Multi-vids are so fun and interesting and Beatrice Eagle used Coldplay here to create a really interesting thematic narrative. I haven't seen half of these movies but Beatrice's has done a phenomenal job showcasing these recurring emotional beats and character journeys throughout the Rian's career. Gorgeous vid, incredible editing.

On by @rhoboat77. Picard (Paramount). Rho's editing is so fucking remarkable. The kinetic movement and the VIBES of this vid has me vibrating in pure and utter glee. This is a Dahj and Soji vid that's season 1 only and about Picard trying to solve the mystery of who she is. It's a great season overview that also touches upon the amazing emotional beats on about the Borg and Romulans and!! It's just so fucking stellar! SEVEN OF NINE IS MY EVERYTHING. Raffi and Cris and everyone. Is so incredible. The editing and internal movement in this vid is just so fucking sexy. Rho never misses with their pacing with the upbeat parts and the slower vocalizing sections. It's going to blow your mind. This is a vid you can rewatch 100 million times and see new ways of how to hit musical beats so subtly as the chorus carries you through the action sequences.

Where Did You Sleep Last Night by @ohvienna. Yellowjackets (Showtime). THIS VID DOESN'T PULL ANY PUNCHES, oh my god. This is a Shauna/Jackie vid that is dark, fraught with obsession and it is sexy and wrong and intense. The song choice blows my mind and holy fuck every time I think about this vid I have the urge to rewatch the show. This is the type of vid that really elevates what is already a brilliant show and pair of characters and makes you just want more, just like Shauna. Holy fucking fuck.

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I posted 3,539 times in 2022

That's 3,520 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 487 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I love Tumblr because a Sexy Man vote out ranks the leader of a world super power on her death bed, Down with the monarchy

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Nobody:

Me right now:

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#3

Dear god to err is to be human was so good that it pulled me from my tear ridden depression and forced me to dance evil circles around my room to the song, I have not been the same since that premiere and cannot wait for season 2

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#2

Hey fellow witches, I have a question,

When do you/did you start worshipping dieties in the course of your practice,

I know personally that I'm not ready since I'm so new to it all, but I would like to know when you started, and if you have any tips or anything youd like to give to a beginner, then please do!

Thanks all!

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My #1 post of 2022

I have learned that russia has begun their invasion of Ukraine, this is deeply upsetting to me as I have friends whose entire families live within ukraine, I pray that everyone who needs to can get out and that Ukraine can defend their borders from russia, but I dont know how possible that is, if you can donate to ukraine, please do so, I've attached some links of places to donate.

If you cannot donate that is perfectly fine, but please reblog/like so that more people can see this.

Heres a website with a bunch of links to other websites to donate to

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[pittsbartlett84]

What Everyone Ought To Know About Bulletproof Fashion Clothing

Every woman should have not one, but 2 little black dresses: one formal wardrobe and the other an everyday, casual, yet sexy and cute apparel. Generally formal occasions would definitely need you to get an up hairdo and darkish colored make up is a good method to wear the formal occasions at night. You wear the same clothes repeatedly. The clothes EITHER come with glowing strips that are fluorescent, or they have a fluorescent design on them that glows in the lights. Do you have all the right clothes to make sure you’re prepared for whatever may come your way? This has reached such an extent that an actor’s appearance in a specific movie can enter our lexicon as a descriptive term in its own right. Update your wardrobe on a budget by using the right coupons and promo codes. Using women’s scarves is a unique way to accessorize your outfits. Among the list of easiest ways to appear fabulous while applying little to no effort is as simple as using a fashionable and stylish dress that’s feminine, relaxed, and complementing. With a little advice a little knowledge about your own body, and some elegant clothing, it really is a cinch to look great as one of the fabulous women of 60!

From little boys playing cowboys and Indians, to ranch hands, to little girls playing dress up, to country singers, everyone wears these hats. And remember to wash both new and previously worn items before your infant wears them. The changes in style to such items are more subtle to the untrained eye, so unless you're hanging around Vera Wang, it's not likely anyone's going to notice the difference. Any time every person is thinking about who did “this” and who put on “that” to the most terrific night ever, most individuals really want to not only be in the know, but more than that, many also want to be recalled for setting it off, diva style. Some people just choose to put on their party clothes like that without any concern if they look fresh enough for some fresh clothes. So better step into the shower and feel and look fresh for any exhausting party up ahead. Iron the outfit first and try to make certain that they’re appropriately ironed in such a way that pleated gown will display the pleats and should the costume be a easy flowing one, steer clear of the annoying crumpled fabric from ruining your over all party appearance.

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It is saying a lot about the power of fashion when an outfit alone can give you the title of a film. In some instances, a film is completely defined by its fashion. The Oscar winners in the fashion stakes tend to be stars such as Johnny Depp, Gerard Butler and Zac Efron. Movie premiers and award nights mean that their male stars receive yards of column inches, making them an excellent clotheshorse for fashion editors. Without a doubt that is a basic rule but getting ready for a significant event doesn’t simply involve putting on something good, it will mean looking excellent as well. Things will all be dependent in respect of exactly how the event could be. Say, get a make-up that is in light violet tone and include a darker tone once the night takes over to ensure that you will not need to perform repeatedly the make-up process all over. As much as you prepare for your outfit - the costume, women’s scarves, accessories, make-up and all other crucial get together items - keep in mind to keep track of time. If https://themostexpensivebath.com/art-of-accessorizing-complementing-your-outfit-with-kawaii-rabbit-ears-sweatshirts/ receive items you don't need, try to exchange them for those you do need.

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[charbear177]

Here’s What You Need To Watch In March

The great thing about streaming services is that there are endless options for movies and shows to watch. Whatever your mood, you have options. You want romantic, they got it. High drama, no problem. And of course, the dark and mysterious or chills and thrills are always an option.

Most of the shows on this list can be found on Netflix, but Apple TV, Hulu, and Amazon also have some great offerings. Here are my viewing picks for March.

Truth Be Told - Apple TV

A true-crime podcaster tries to solve the mystery surrounding a family patriarch's death. - IMBD

Starring Octavia Spencer, each season follows podcaster Poppy as she tries to solve a new mystery. There are currently three seasons of Truth Be Told available on Apple TV.

I have really been enjoying this show. Poppy is a meddler but aren’t all fictional mystery solvers?

You - Netflix

A dangerously charming, intensely obsessive young man goes to extreme measures to insert himself into the lives of those he is transfixed by. - IMDB

Crazy Joe is back and as usual, he cannot seem to stay away from murders. All four seasons of You are available on Netflix. If you enjoy sexy, dark suspense you will not be disappointed.

Firefly Lane - Netflix

Tully and Kate support each other through good times and bad with an unbreakable bond that carries them from their teens to their forties. - IMDB

These two besties are complete opposites but have a wonderful sisterhood. Season two is now available on Netflix.

Jack Ryan - Amazon

Up-and-coming CIA analyst, Jack Ryan, is thrust into dangerous field assignments. - IMDB

Whether it’s Harrison Ford, Alec Baldwin, or John Krasinski, I love the Jack Ryan character. Amazon’s Jack Ryan series now has three seasons

This is a great, action-packed show, filled with nail-biting moments, and suspicions of everyone. I highly recommend it if you enjoy espionage-type drama.

Accused - Fox/Hulu

Chronicles ordinary people getting caught up in extraordinary situations, where one wrong turn leads to another until it's too late to turn back. - IMDB

Anthologies are great. Accused in particular, is unique because each episode starts off with the main character already in custody and facing a trial. The episode shows you how they got there and boy are there some twists and turns. The episodes do not wrap up nice and tidy but instead leave you wanting to know more, and asking, “what happened next?”

Will Trent ABC/Hulu

Special Agent Will Trent was abandoned at birth and endured a harsh coming-of-age in Atlanta's overwhelmed foster care system. Determined to make sure no one feels as he did, he now has the highest clearance rate. - IMDB

Based on a book series, Will Trent is my new favorite show. Will is quirky, but still very likable, and kind of sexy. The character is very intriguing and so are his relationships with his on-again-off-again girlfriend and his new partner.

Somewhat procedural but it is worth a watch.

Dead To Me - Netflix

A series about a powerful friendship that blossoms between a tightly wound widow and a free spirit with a shocking secret. - IMDB

The Final Season of Dead To Mean premiered a few months ago but it is such a fun, dark, and touching show, I had to plug it. Christina Applegate and Linda Carellini are great together and represent an amazing display of friendship and sisterhood.

There are always so many viewing choices when it comes to network television and streaming services but I am here to help you narrow down your search for quality television watching. Enjoy!

#Streaming #Neflix #Hulu

[desuper]

Dum laga ke haisha actress

They doesn't care who is the personality, trollers keep on doing their job perfectly. Nikal gya lust 🍌- RAJESH KUMAR June 14, 2018 Bhumi Pednekar was believed to be casting director of the movie while she was casted to perform a demo for other actors, though. Where is the pent? bhumi ji ?- Harsh Aggarwal June 13, 2018 Bhumi Pednekar is a famous Indian actress who started her career in acting with esteemed YRF’s production ‘Dum Laga Ke Haisha’ in the year 2015, wherein she played her leading character of an overweight girl. Bhumi, who lost 27 kgs since last December, said that she thoroughly enjoyed her weight. Pant to pehen leti 😂😂😂 #skinshow- SANIKA PRADHAN June 14, 2018 New Delhi: >Dum Laga Ke Haisha actress Bhumi Pednekar said that she never starved herself to lose weight. Bhumi Pednekar and Ayushmann Khurrana are back again on the big screen but this time its different. Ye konse kabde h- roshan badaya June 15, 2018 I am not an organ donor, but I don’t mind giving you my heart❤️ #elegance #Classy making hearts go #dhadhak #Dhadak- Jaimin Patel June 13, 2018 Seema Pahwa, who is a popular TV actress and has made a mark in several Bollywood films as well, speaks with Komal Nahta in this exclusive interview on ETC B.

Well, her sexy look all went in vain after she got trolled by the netizens on social media for wearing a short dress.

She is looking forward to the cook-off session along with chef Varun Inamdar on February 22 in Mumbai. LUST STORIES ❣ #zoyaakhtar #love #ready #15june #premiere #sukritigrover /wf4fbfNnuO- bhumi pednekar June 13, 2018 The actress gained a lot of weight for her debut role in Dum Laga Ke Haisha, and has shed all of it to look super fit in her later films. Have you seen her new avatar? Check out here: The actress donned bright yellow pumps for a more sexy look. Her overall look was styled by celebrity stylist Sukriti Grover.

In her black striped short dress, the actress was looking super hot and stylish. Recently, she had been spotted at the screening of the film on 13th June and will be seen in her next film ‘Lust Stories, which is based on the four short film segments. She proved everyone that nothing is impossible if you have a strong will for doing something.

#Dum laga ke haisha actress

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fine line, pt. ii (w.p.)

Masterlist | Ko-fi

pairing: will poulter x actress!reader

summary: y/n and will are not in love anymore. they used to be, but a year later when they reunite to promote the movie, all that water is under the bridge... right? [read part i here]

word count: 5,595

warnings: smoking, drinking, language, almost exes, sooo much mutual pining, even more fluff, a lil jealousy gosh these two are idiots, angst, SMUT 18+ [unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f)]

notes: the finale to these two idiots' journey is here! big thanks to @skyebounded @sersi-belovas @shipping-not-sailing bc this fic wouldn't have happened if it weren't you guys and ily 🌻 follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass to get notified for my latest words <3 happy reading and please reblog if you liked it!

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vi. Stay – Philippa Soo, Adam Chanler-Berat

Will is not in love with Y/N anymore.

Yes, he was in love with her when they were working together last summer, and he was stupid for missing every chance he had to tell her how he felt. That night in her apartment when they hooked up for the first time. Or all the other nights that followed. For months, he beat himself up for chickening out on that balcony that last morning. For conceding to an alarm notification like a coward.

For not coming back just because the fucking room service was walking in his direction.

But a year has passed since then, and it helps that he hasn’t seen her since. There were no reshoots. All the ADR were done separately; he was in Vancouver at the time, she was in Sydney, then Singapore and Los Angeles–not that he’d kept up. There were customary texts at Christmas and casting announcements and movie premieres, but other than that…

Nothing.

Which is why he’s ready this time. Six in the bloody morning and amped up on absurdly strong tea, he strides confidently towards the suite-turned-press-room, knowing he’ll be fine. He’ll be okay seeing her again for the first time after a whole year.

It’ll be fine.

The room is filled with the crew milling around, busy with the preparation of today’s interviews, followed by the premiere later tonight. But there she is, on the other end of the room, by the floor-to-ceiling window. He only sees a glimpse at first, but by some crazy cinematic miracle, the people that crowd around her disperse; the sound op gives her a thumbs-up and walks away, the makeup artist finishes touching up her lipstick, the hairstylist tucks the hairspray back into their belt.

And then it’s just her. The summer sun streams in, so he only sees her silhouette at first. Straightening the lapels of her blazer. Fixing her watch, the rings on her fingers gleaming in the light.

“Morning, everyone,” he smiles, putting on the conscious effort to make eye contact with everyone in the room.

Saving her for last, knowing he won’t be able to tear his eyes off of her otherwise.

She turns, and he can finally see her perfect face. “Hey, stranger.” There’s a sliver of surprise, but then she lights up with a soft smile.

“Gosh. Um. Hi.” Will snaps out of his reverie and walks over with open arms, albeit somewhat gingerly. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You, too.” She welcomes his embrace, and having her pressed against his chest never felt so right. Will has to remind himself to pull away before he loses himself in her arms.

“You look—“ he blinks, scrambles for the right word to describe her regal Versace suit, the perfect wings on her eyelids, only to come up with, “Wow.”

“Thank you.” She struts a little, easing herself into the conversation. But she takes a look at him —a proper look, and he stands no chance against looking like a pathetic, mooning schoolboy. “You look great.”

He notices her gaze flickering up at his newly highlighted hair and he rolls his eyes bashfully. “Yeah, yeah. It’s for a new project. I’m as blond as a fucking lightbulb…”

“What are you playing next, a sexy streetlight?”

He makes a face. “‘Sexy’ is a bit of a stretch.”

“I don’t know…” She looks like she’s about to disagree, about to make a lighthearted witty remark, but decides against it.

It’s too easy to fall into their old ways, but their flirting, trysting days are over now. They’re simply colleagues at work. Nothing more.

“Will?” a production assistant comes up to him. “Let’s get you mic’d up.”

They sheepishly murmur their ‘gotta go’ and ‘see you later’, eager and reluctant at the same time. There’s a big relief in being whisked away from that awkward encounter, and he prays that nobody is paying enough attention to them to notice anything. But as he makes small talk with the sound op, adjusting the collar of his white button-down, Will also can’t help but steal glances at her, his heart racing at the thought of sitting next to her, and he feels that flipping sensation in his stomach whenever he’s with her.

But he brushes it off. They’re gonna be so busy today, they’re not gonna have time to be lovesick teenagers. Keep your shit together, Poulter.

The first interviewer is a sweet woman in her 40’s, and they exchange pleasantries and light chat about the weather and the early day. It’s getting off to a good start and Will finds himself relaxing into his seat a little more. Nevermind that his elbow is barely grazing over Y/N’s.

“So, what I love about this movie is that it’s a love story as much as it’s a horror story,” the journalist starts, “and I wanted to know, was it difficult to balance those two wildly different aspects?”

“Well, love is a horror, isn’t it? It’s actually not that different,” Y/N smoothly remarks.

She briefly looks at Will, and his heart nearly stops –was she talking about him?! He chuckles, playing it cool. “Um, it was okay, though. I mean, I like to think it went okay?”

“Yeah! We get on really well right off the bat, and it certainly helps –given the very dark subject matter, that we’re also… great friends.”

“Right,” he nods in agreement. “It’s important to have some levity when we’re doing very intense scenes. Like, we had a lot of laughs, didn’t we?”

She’s already looking at him when he turns to face her. “Yeah, we did.” It’s all very brief, but he clocks that soft gaze. The kind she had when her guard’s down. When she’s just lying next to him, or scoffs at his bad joke, or rambles about something nerdy…

Fuck. This is gonna be a long day.

***

vii. Visions of Gideon – Sufjan Stevens

The whole day has been an out-of-body experience.

Yes, Y/N understands that the press tour is part of her job, but she certainly didn’t expect it to be an immersive, experimental theatre bullshit where she puts on an 8-hour performance in front of Will, the whole crew, and all the interviewers that come and go. Demonstrating a blatant betrayal to her sentiments with every answer that comes out of her mouth.

The premiere is even worse; it feels like a fever dream. She really doesn’t have any idea if she’s still making any sense at the red carpet interviews. The camera flashes ignite a burning tension across her shoulders, the photographers’ constant shouting pounds her head, and she’s about to topple off-balance in these Valentino heels, for fuck’s sake–

“Whoa, you alright?” Will’s hand catches her arm, stealing a double-take in the middle of their photo call. A moment of recognition of witnessing her downward spiral enough times to know when something is wrong… and the worry that comes with it.

Like a goddamn prince charming, in his perfect blue suit and kind eyes and that ever-so-subtle concerned frown between his brows.

But she takes a deep breath and straightens up, fixing her smile for the press. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He says nothing, but encircles his arm around hers anyway, just so he’ll be there should she lose her bearings. Just like that night when they walked home from a bar at 2 in the morning. Their first night. It’s painful to remember, but in that moment, the ache is overthrown by relief. Relief that he’s still there to catch her if she falls.

And she doesn’t say it, but she’s grateful. She reckons he would know anyway, just because she doesn’t let go until they’re seated in the cinema. It’s not much, but it feels better to be in close proximity. Safer.

She knows what’s going on in the movie– she’s practically got the whole script taken apart and memorized ten times over. But seeing it come to life, ominous orchestral music and all is a sensory assault of the highest degree.

“Just back the fuck off, Charlie! Back the fuck off.” her character storms into the kitchen.

But sure enough, Will’s character Charlie trails behind her. “I’m just trying to be here for you! You haven’t cried, haven’t said shit since we got here… Hell, you copied your eulogy from the Internet!” He sighs, exasperated. Then, patiently, “Sweetheart… you need to grieve.”

“You gonna tell me how to grieve now?” She grabs a bottle of whisky and slams the cabinet door shut.

“That’s not what I–”

“It’s my own fucking grief, Charlie. I can do whatever I want with it.” She pours herself a generous glass and winces after her equally generous drink.

“You can talk to me. Laura, you know that.”

“What, and freak you out more than you already are?” she scoffs bitterly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you in the last few days. You hated every second we spent in this house. You were terrified; about what, I have no idea–”

She’s cut off by the sharp, startling sound of the front door shut. And then there’s footsteps –heavy, hard, followed by the creaking sounds towards the living room. It stops them in their tracks, and for a moment they forget what they were fighting about. He rushes over to investigate, and so does she.

There’s nobody.

“You heard that, didn’t you?”

She stammers for a moment. “I… I don’t know what I heard.”

Then comes the scratching on the floorboard. The dissonant strings and syncopathic rhythms swell into a climax… and then nothing at all. Both of them tread over across the hall, towards the edge of the door, inching closer to the hallway where the sound is coming from.

Charlie approaches the floorboard with the marks –the loose one with the peculiar lines on its surface– and slowly pulls it open.

“What the fuck?” He takes out a box of paint tubes, two plane tickets, and a wad of cash. All marred with blood.

She kneels beside him, studying the paper in his hand, seeing her name and her mother’s name printed on it. “She never planned on leaving me…”

The music turns into a frenzy as the lights flicker over their heads, the walls around them banging from the inside.

“Honey?” she reaches for his hand, eyes wide open in alert. “Get your stuff. We’re going home.”

Y/N shifts in her seat. She desperately craves comfort, and her hand touches his on the armrest. Barely. Just the little fingers at first. Finding the spaces she used to occupy.

His finger flexes up as if to meet hers. For a moment, he feels like he’s about to let her in. But then he pats the back of her hand softly and moves his hand away. It snaps her out of this idiotic illusion that they can magically fall back into their old ways. That bridge has been burned down to ash and crisp, and now she feels suffocated. She needs to get out. Get away.

Will turns to her quickly and whispers, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just– I’m gonna get some fresh air. I’ll see you after the movie,” she barely musters, slipping away quietly into the darkness. Kicking herself about how this whole day has been a mistake.

One big fat mistake.

***

viii. Tell It To My Heart – MEDUZA, Hozier

Will is an idiot.

After all the wrong choices and missed opportunities, time and time again, one would think he would learn. One might even root for him to make the right call for once. But no. He can’t see what’s good for him even when she’s stuck to his side for the better part of the hour. Instead, he draws his hand away and lets her go.

Now the afterparty is in full swing, dance music is thumping through the swanky club, and Will is nursing his gin and tonic at the bar alone like the sad fuck that he is.

“Hey, it’s the man of the hour!” a familiar Irish drawl exclaims from behind him, and gives him a hearty pat on the back.

“Barry! How are you, mate?” He greets his old friend with a big hug.

“I’m great. Congratulations on the movie, man. I loved it–” And it only takes one look for him to realize something was wrong and throws him a knowing look of concern. “What’s going on?”

Will isn’t sure if it’s more comforting or disconcerting. But he sighs, flags the bartender. “Let me get you a drink.”

“Good lad. Cheers.” Barry grins, plopping down on the seat next to him and orders a beer. “So. What’s happening on the Y/N front this time?”

Will stares at him, puzzled and surprised. There’s really no escaping this man’s intuition. “How’d you know it’s about her?”

“Ah, you know. She’s out there dancing with some guy, you’re out here moping… doesn’t take a genius, mate.”

He pauses thoughtfully, and then, “I fucked up, but hey, what’s new.”

Barry chuckles. “Okay…?”

“How did you do it?” Will turns to his friend, taking a sip of his drink. “I mean, you guys started dating during filming too, right?”

“Well. We kind of skipped this cat-and-mouse bit you guys are doing…” Barry teases him good-naturedly, garnering zero amused response from his audience of one. “Just fucking talk to her, bro. Why are you making it hard for yourself?”

“I tried. It never feels like the right time.”

“It’s never the right time. Pretty sure I had that conversation in a bathrobe–it wasn’t cool or romantic or anything,” Barry muses, “But you know, here we are. I’m happy, she’s happy… Worked out fine in the end.”

At the mention of Barry’s girl, Will looks around. “Where is she, by the way? She didn’t come down here with you?”

“Can’t, she’s in Boston for a series. I’m heading there myself in a few days. But she did tell me to say hi to you. And to, uh, ‘stop being a pussy and just tell her how you feel, you emotionally constipated bastard.’ I believe that’s a direct quote.”

Will smiles– fond at first, and then it turns wistful. “There’s really no other way to do this, eh?”

“Nope,” Barry replies simply. “Go. Before she slips away for good.”

He turns around on his seat, and immediately clocks Y/N on the dancefloor. So beautiful in her metallic blue dress, popping out even in the sea of colorful outfits. He can’t take his eyes off of her if he tries. The way she moves to the music is so free, so disarming. So… close to this random guy she’s dancing with.

Their eyes meet. For a moment, it almost feels like something’s there. He can’t quite explain it, but it’s something. Almost.

But then she has this look about her, this ghost of a smile, and pulls that man closer like she’s still playing this game, and Will is done. He is finished. He squeezes through the crowd– leaving Barry and the party behind, slipping through the back door. Finding himself in a quiet back alley by himself.

His eyes are burning, and yet his first instinct is to light up a cigarette and surround himself in smoke. His fingers shaking as he tries to flick the wheel of his zippo –one, two, three times until he succeeds. The end of his stick burns with just a little dot of ember at the end. He draws a deep breath, but it comes out shaky as the tears spill out from his eyes. Out of anger or fear or confusion, he has no idea.

All he knows is that he hates it. He hates how it feels to not understand any of this.

The door bursts open and Will quickly wipes it off. But he doesn’t look –has no energy left to. Maybe if he ignores whoever’s there, they’ll simply go away.

Of course, he’s never that lucky.

“That shit’s not good for you, you know.”

He would recognize her voice anywhere. He’d recognize the tone she imitates as his own, too. Will just stares ahead and chuckles humorlessly. “You’re one to talk.”

Y/N doesn’t answer right away, and he looks up at her to find her gaze, inquisitive but tender at the same time.

“Since when d’you smoke?”

“About ten months ago, and only occasionally.”

“Oh? And what’s the occasion now?”

He takes a deep breath and huffs out the smoke. “Long day.”

“Mm. That’s fair.”

They kind of stare out into the distance quietly for a while. He doesn’t look at her, but he can feel her shifting on her feet. He really thinks she’s going to address the elephant in the room from the way she braces herself. But then…

“Can I have one?”

Will’s heart drops, but he offers his pack of Dunhill anyway.

She takes a cigarette and puts it between her lips, and this is the first time she looks timid for as long as he’s known her. “Thanks.”

He leans in to light her cigarette. It’s incredibly intimate and close and right, and he wants to drown in her company. It’s pretty much the worst time to disrupt this moment of solace but he does it anyway. It’s never the right time, after all.

“I think it’s time for us to talk.”

She inhales and pulls away, letting out a deep, smoky exhale. “About what?”

“You know what.” He meets her gaze.

There’s the subtlest shift in her expression, but she still responds so evenly. “It’s been a whole year, Will. Do we still need to–”

“Yes, we do. And that’s exactly my point. It’s been a whole year, and I’m still… we–” a bit of ash falls on his hand and he flinches a little, flicking it away.

“Can we not talk about this here?” she blurts out, quick as lightning.

He stops in his tracks. “What?”

“Let’s…” she looks around, as if looking for an escape route, “go back to my place. We’ll– we’ll talk there.”

It’s a terrible idea and he knows he’s never gonna win there. She will lull him away from the painful conversation and back into blissful obscurity as if her life depended on it. And yet he can’t say no.

Deep down, he doesn’t want to.

***

xi. Fine Line — Harry Styles

If their whole story were a music score, this part of the evening would be a reprise of their first night. The trees are dewy from the rain earlier, the petrichor is comforting and familiar, but they don’t walk to bask in it all. They just sit in the back of the Uber with an appropriate distance between them, watching it all pass by in silence.

It’s the kind of reprise that sounds quieter. Lonelier. It doesn’t crescendo into a grand, swelling note; it just falters down to a minor chord that kind of dangles in mid-air. Above their heads.

She hates it. The looming feeling of the ending of it all. There’s nothing else keeping him here –no rain, no stumbling around and clinging to each other completely drenched. He could just… decide that he doesn’t want to be here anymore and leave.

And she doesn’t want that. Not again.

She closes the door behind her, watching him hover in her hallway, and she wonders if he’s recalling or forgetting that time they fucked against the wall here. “Hey, Will?”

“Yeah?” he turns around, so handsome even when only partially illuminated from a little table light she flicks on, and everything goes out the window.

Her pride, her rationale.

Everything.

She just walks right up to him. Her hand brushes against a faint stubble and she closes the gaps between their lips, and it feels like the first time she takes a stance in this relationship, or whatever the hell this is between them. A whole summer together, a whole year apart encapsulated in one kiss.

It’s not nearly enough, and she doesn’t care if she’s being selfish. He’s here, he kisses her back like he misses her too, and she’ll take whatever she can get. More if he’d let her. And right now, he lets her kiss him harder, pull him by the lapels of his fancy Prada suit. Lead him to her bedroom.

There’s no question. No hesitation, as much as she can help it. She doesn’t let her have second thoughts; she just peels layer after layer of clothing off of him, off of herself until they end up right in the middle of her big loving bed. Her legs on either side of him, his hands on her waist, her pussy swallowing the whole hard length of his cock.

Neither of them say a word. Just groans and grunts as her hips slam into his. She doesn’t take a moment to let it all sink in; she prefers to just bask in the hurt. The ache in her cunt be damned, she needs to feel something. To feel him. Drawing him in and out of her, hoping it’ll last forever.

And through it all, he acts like her anchor. Will brings her back down when she lifts herself up too high. His hand firmly pressed on her soft hips, although he lets her set the agonizing pace. Studies her face as she bounces herself on top of him to exertion, but not moving otherwise. Not meeting her halfway. She has to come to him this time.

Her pace falters, and he still doesn’t budge. It’s almost like he’s challenging her to use him, see if she feels bad for taking and taking and taking. And she does. She kisses him tentatively on that spot of his neck that she knows so well, relieved to hear his sigh, leaning into her touch. And when his hand finally, finally leaves her side and trails down between her thighs, finding her clit like he always does…

She’s gone.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she breathes out as she recovers from her orgasm– aching, and enjoying every bit of it.

But he shakes his head, pulling away from her, averting his gaze. “Don’t say that. You don’t get to say that.”

“Why not?” she moves her hips languidly, drawing nearly all the way out and sinking back in. Hell-bent on distracting him, keeping him right here in the mess of limbs and lips clashing.

“Because–” he can’t quite finish his thought, and she’s secretly hoping he won't. “You just can’t say that and just… I don’t know how to make sense of this.”

She shrugs simply. “Then don’t.”

“What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?” he snaps and looks her straight in the eyes, holding her down as if she’d squirm away from him.

“The fuck is your problem, Will?” she’s quick to shoot back at him.

“I’m trying to tell you that I’m in love with you, okay?” he cries out. “I have been since… fuck, I don’t know, the bloody start? And I know I should’ve said something and I didn’t and I fucking regret it every single day, and seeing you again today, it made me–” he sighs in exasperation. “I had to say something.”

And there it goes. The illusion breaks, and all that’s left is just their tattered history and just how vulnerable they came out of it. Y/N’s brain feels like breaking and she doesn’t know where to start. Where to think. Whether she should move.

“Say something.” the grasp on her body softens, and his hand trails down, resting on her thigh. Warm. Reassuring. Begging.

“I’m terrified,” she admits very quietly. “I was so sure I could do it without, without…” she motions between the two of them, but she couldn’t say it. Falling in love. The words are right there. “But I couldn’t. I didn’t and it scares the shit out of me. This wasn’t part of our deal, and I’m just– I know there’s not gonna be anything else between us. So just let me have this.”

She kisses down his neck, soft and vicious at the same time, nestling her face in the base of his shoulder. It feels like home, and she wants so badly to stay.

And so she says it.

“Please.”

He throws his head back, burying his hand in her hair. “Oh, sweetheart…” he rasps, and her heart clenches. It sounds a lot like an apology. He’s actually leaving.

She should tear herself away from him. Pull herself up and save what’s left of her dignity, as if her heart hasn’t just shattered into pieces. But she doesn’t. She waits. His words will hurt like hell, but she needs to hear it.

“You don’t have to beg for it. I’ll give you anything you want.”

For a second, she thought it was in her head. She slowly pulls away just enough to see his face, still expecting to have misheard it. But instead, she finds him gazing up at her in earnest.

“You heard me.”

She kisses him like an answer. A confirmation. Yes, she heard him loud and clear. And with everything laid out at their feet, there’s nothing left standing in their way. Just the two of them, dressed down and damaged, moving in a broken, uneven rhythm of a dance.

She melts into his chest, and she swears she feels tears in her eyes when he wraps his arms around her and kisses her temple. The palm of his hand soothes along her spine for the longest time. He’s never seen her like this, Y/N is sure of that. Her walls are always so carefully constructed, but she’s torn it all down now. If this is the only way she can have him, then so be it.

He cradles the back of her head and lays her down on the bed. His mouth is gentle and passionate all over her body, tracing the line of her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts and her sensitive peaks. And then he makes his way back to her lips, where he belongs, and finally thrusts into her.

“Will…” she gasps, holding onto him for dear life.

It seems like the sound of his name sets him off to a more frantic pace, although whether it’s his name or the way she says it, Y/N is not entirely sure. But right now, they’re on the same page. Her glossy, painted nails raking against his back and his scalp. His hand lifting her leg up around his waist as he hits her right there. Sweat dotting their foreheads as they meet each other halfway. She needs absolutely nothing else. Only him. Only this.

He falls apart deep inside her, and the feeling of his warmth filling her up sends her over the edge, and she wraps her leg around him, willing him to stay there.

But he doesn’t. He pushes himself away from her and she desperately tries to hold on, even amidst her brain fog. “No, no, no. Where are you going, what are you–”

He cuts her off with a kiss on her hip bone. And her lower stomach. And the inside of each thigh. She can see his eyes darken when a droplet of his release leaks out of her, and he traces up towards her cunt– pushing it back in. Keeping it all inside. First with a single finger. Then another one. Then his tongue presses flat past her opening, finding her swollen bud and drawing infinities with his soft tip. Licking and sucking and pumping his own cum back into her, willing a part of him to stay there with her.

And God, she wishes they can stay there forever.

***

x. Friday I’m In Love — Phoebe Bridgers

And here they are. Sitting in her kitchen at 3 in the morning, eating oranges and making puns in their underwear. Joking about how freakishly small these oranges look in his massive hands, while he goodnaturedly teases how meticulous she is at peeling off the white stringy piths and putting it on top of a paper towel. For once, everything feels normal again.

Will notices the moving boxes in one corner of the living room, marked Scripts and Trinkets. And it’s only then that he realizes that the apartment looks emptier than he remembered. The fridge is cleaned off of pictures and postcards and ticket stubs. The bookshelf no longer threatens to bow as it’s only sparsely left with a third of the books it used to shelf.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were moving,” Will casually pipes up.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m doing Hamlet at the Old Vic in the fall, so I’m subletting the apartment,” she replies, “Really exciting stuff. Your old friend John Boyega is playing the lead and I can’t wait– we’re gonna start rehearsing next month and… what?” her eyes flicker at him curiously, realizing that he’s zoned off, fixated from one single piece of information she just mentioned.

He turns to her slowly, careful to not come off too eager. He knows that place very well. It’s around the corner from the pub he frequents and less than half an hour from his flat. “The Old Vic? London Old Vic?”

“Mm-hm. I’ll be there until January, at least.” she pops another slice of orange nonchalantly.

“Wow. That’s… that’s great.”

There must’ve been something about the look in his eyes or the thoughtfully absent tone in his words, but the air shifts around them. Suddenly there’s tension again –not necessarily the bad kind, but it stretches nonetheless.

He catches her hand fidgeting with an orange peel on the corner of his eye. “What about you? Will you… be in town then?” she asks, slowly. Delicately.

“Yeah, actually. I’ll be filming Spymaster at the Warner Brothers lot, but that’s not until November.” he doesn’t even realize that he’s holding out hope with every word that comes out of his mouth, but he is.

And he has a feeling she knows that.

“So where does that leave us?”

He takes a deep breath. “Well. For starters, I don’t think we can go back to having casual sex and forget everything ever happened.”

“Huh, no shit,” she chuckles wryly.

A hush falls over the room as he looks at her expectantly. His intentions are clear. He knows what he wants, and it all comes down to her. And this time, he knows she knows that.

So he leaves the ball in her park, and he waits. Patiently, as she gathers her thoughts and makes up her mind.

“Look.” She gathers all the piths and the peels, all the leftover bits and pieces from the countertop into the paper towel and balls it up. “We don’t know if this is gonna work out. We could be terrible for each other. I might end up breaking your heart.”

“That ship has sailed,” he deadpans.

Her shoulders sag, not buying his joke this time. “Will…”

“I know, I know. Yes, that might be the case, but it could also… work out fine? Have you ever considered that?”

She doesn’t answer. Maybe she has, and it completely mortified her to let a sliver of hope into something so unlikely. That’s what happened to him this past year.

“All I’m saying is, I’m willing to give it a try. Are you?”

A heavy pause. She stares at him for a long time. Weighs in the paper towel ball in her hand for a while until she puts it away. And then…

“Only if we take it slow. I’m not gonna move in with you just because we live in the same city or… I don’t know, meet your parents too soon. We’ll just… take it slow and play it by ear.”

“Deal.” He offers his hand, quick as lightning.

She accepts the handshake. “Deal.”

There’s a funny little silence as they shake on it. A strange gesture considering what they’ve been up to just minutes ago. “I’m Will, by the way,” he breaks the quiet lamely.

Her face lights up into a dorky smile, and he’s never been more glad to have risked it all for this. For her. “Nice to meet you, Will. I’m Y/N.”

“Would you like to go out to dinner with me? I know this nice place in Venice—”

She snatches her hand away, incredulous. “Whoa, whatever happened to taking it slow?!”

“We are taking it slow. It’s one dinner.”

“In Venice,” she looks at him pointedly.

“That’s just the next stop of our press tour! It’s basically grabbing a bite after work.” He grabs another orange from the fruit bowl and peels away, hiding the fact that he feels like a schoolboy asking out his first crush.

But she makes that adorable face where she doesn’t want to admit defeat, and he thinks maybe he’s not the only one feeling it out between them. “Ugh, fine.”

“Great,” he breathes out. “I’ll pick you up on Saturday, 7 o’clock?”

“It’s a date,” she rolls her eyes, although the adorable little smile persists on the corner of her lips. She grimaces. “I’m down bad for you, you know that? It’s embarrassing, really.”

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “That makes two of us.”

She kisses the top of his chest, and he does the top of her head. Neither of them say it nor show it in their face, but there is no mistake in the liberated feeling blooming inside of them.

They are in love.

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