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ayyy-pee · 5 months

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Story Summary: Following his mothers passing, Nanami inherits his family's rundown bakery. With the bakery on its last leg, Nanami reluctantly takes on the task of trying to save what his family has worked to keep for decades, but he can't do it alone.

Genre: Bakery/Coffee Shop AU

Warnings: Workaholic meanie Nanami, employee x boss relationship, but also enemies to lovers, death, grief/mourning, profanity, jealousy, fluff, angst, Nanami owns a bakery, parental loss, Nanami is bad at feelings, I don’t know if I’ll do smut for this one but sexual tension, mutual pining, Nanami is sort of an asshole here

Art by: Ilameys + (Unknown artist (right pic). I'd love to credit the artist so if you know who it is, please let me know!)

Chapter 2 - Wienerbrød

Chapter Summary: You try to bake something new!

You kick your shoes off as you enter your apartment. With your phone wedged between your ear and your shoulder, you groan in irritation as you storm into your living room.

“I’m telling you, Shoko. This guy is such a fucking asshole. Shut me down the second I asked him a simple question,” you’re ranting as you flop down onto your couch. “He’s got to be the most pessimistic person I’ve ever met. He did nothing but pick apart the entire bakery and tell me how shitty it was, tried to establish some strange dominance thing in the kitchen after offering me the job… the kitchen,” you stress dramatically, wavering your arms as if Shoko can see you. “My domain! Can you believe him? He doesn’t give a shit about the actual bakery. He’s a total businessman type. Stiff, boring as hell and a dick. I don’t know why I said yes to the position. I’m going to hate my life.”

You exhale sharply once you’ve finished your tirade. On the other end of the line, you hear your friend inhale deeply. You didn’t have to ask to know she was sucking on a cigarette, likely almost finished with it and prepping her second, maybe third. After a short beat of silence, you hear her exhale. “Hmm, is he hot at least?”

“Extremely,” you admit through gritted teeth, rubbing away the tension quickly forming between your brows. “That’s the worst part.”

You hate to think it, you loathe to admit it, but Nanami was so very fucking attractive, like stupid hot and it pissed you off! Those thick arms practically bulging through his dress shirt, those veins that exposed themselves and ran enticingly along his forearms when he rolled his sleeves up. His chiseled features, those sharp cheekbones, even his frown was attractive. And god, you didn’t even want to think about his waist.

Anyone with eyes could see Nanami Kento was an insanely beautiful man, modelesque even. But it only served to piss you off more. His constant gloomy attitude was so off-putting, it almost took away from his beauty, like a rain cloud threatening to cover a blue sky.

“Anyway,” you sigh, putting a stop to your own thoughts as you stare up at the ceiling. “That’s beside the point, Shoko. He’s an asshole, but it’s obvious he needs help to get his bakery up and running. I think it’s family owned. He told me that he grew up in the bakery. Seemed miserable about it, though.”

“Interesting,” Shoko manages, though she sounds rather disinterested. “Well if he had to pick anyone, he definitely hired the best person for the job. You’re annoyingly positive.”

“Okay, rude.”

“I just mean you’ll balance his negativity well. Just try not to let him walk all over you. You’ve worked with plenty of dickheads before. What’s one more?”

You hum, your mind already accepting your fate. “I guess you’re right.”

“You know I am. The guy clearly needs help and you love this kind of thing - taking something old, miserable and rundown and making it loveable again.”

You hum again, listening as Shoko blows out another breath of smoke. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll do the same for the bakery, too.”

“Right. Wait– what?”

“I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” She says, voice light with humor. The line goes dead and you roll your eyes at your friends comments as you let the day's events wash over you. Nanami said he wanted to sample some of your desserts on Monday and see some new recipes. You can do that.

The moment you’d stepped into the bakery’s kitchen, your mind raced with possibilities. You felt at home there. The kitchen felt like it had been loved, like it was properly used and cared for, albeit old and a little rundown. That was okay. It gave the kitchen personality and you loved that. You wanted to continue giving the kitchen the love it deserved.

Nanami told you he’d grown up in that kitchen, but he truly seemed to hate even being in the building. You tried to picture a chubby little blonde boy with his arms crossed and a scowl etched across his face standing in the kitchen covered in flour and icing. Adorable, but definitely not the man you’d met today. You wondered how it came to be that he now owned this bakery when he seemed to despise it.

And you wondered if there was a way to get him to learn to love it again.

You shake your head, pushing the thought away. It wasn’t your job to turn his frown upside down, so to speak. It was your job to make sure the bakery was successful as it’s Head Baker and that’s what you intended to do.

- - - - - -

The weekend came and went just as quickly and now you find yourself standing in the kitchen of the bakery with Nanami as the sun barely begins to rise over the city. You pile your notebooks onto the large metal table in the center of the room. Nanami reaches over, taking the notebook sitting atop the stack.

“Are these your recipes?” He asks, flipping through the pages.

“Yep. These are some pastries I created on a whim. I was thinking we could go through and select what you like, maybe tweak some so that they fit more of the vibe you’re going for with the bakery. Or are there any pastries you’d like to keep from the previous owner?”

Nanami’s dark eyes shoot up from the notebook to look at you. You hold his gaze, trying to find anything behind those eyes aside from the clear hatred he holds for this bakery, but you don’t. It’s frustrating.

“No,” is all he says.

“Okay…well, we can start from scratch then. Let me know what you see that you may like.”

Nanami replies with something between a grunt and a hum. “I’ll review a few of these and will follow up. If you want to get comfortable and organize the kitchen to your liking, go ahead. Please try and have a sample pastry ready within the next few hours.”

He turns to go into his office without so much as a look back.

You sigh, trying to get used to this silence you were sure you’d be working in everyday whether Mr. Nanami was there or not. You couldn’t wait to establish a menu so you could bring staff on. At least then you wouldn’t feel so alone.

You wander through the kitchen with a notepad, looking through all of the smallwares and jotting down what you see in case you need to place an order. There seems to be many of the supplies you need here already and in good condition - spatulas, mixing bowls, flour sifters, icing tips. The bakeware also seems to be well supplied with an array of bread pans, muffin tins and cake pans. This place was fully stocked as far as you could tell.

You shuffle over to where three mixer appliances sit on a counter against the wall, setting your notepad down to inspect them. They’re a little older, but they turn on and mix just fine. You’d bet they mixed better than some of the newer models. You decide you’ll keep them.

As you lean one of the mixers over to check its condition, you find a small booklet lying underneath the stand. You pick it up, gently setting the mixer back down before you open it to inspect it. It’s a tiny black leatherbound journal with very faded gold lettering in a language you definitely don’t know.

And you? Well, you’re nosey as hell, so you carefully peel back the cover, taking in the elegant writing etched onto the first page.

To my baby boy

There’s some strange writing scrawled beneath this in what looks like English letters. You can’t really tell, but it seems to be some message in whatever language this is. You turn a couple of pages and let your eyes roam over what’s written within. The rest of the pages you can read fairly easily as they’re in English. You can see immediately that these are recipes. The booklet is full of pastry dishes, both sweet and savory. They appear to be foreign pastries and you feel your heart race with excitement as you imagine making them because while you were adventurous with your baking, you’re positive you haven’t tried to make any of these.

And Nanami did want to sample your baking, so why not give him something he’s not going to see in your portfolio?

Eagerly, you begin moving through the rest of the kitchen equipment, taking out what you need to begin.

- - - - - -

The kitchen is full with the smell of fresh dough baking. The quiet hum of the ovens working calms you as you sift through the recipe in the booklet you’d found earlier. You decided to make one of your original creations while also trying your hand at this new mystery pastry in case Mr. Nanami liked both…or one…or none. Shit, you didn’t want to imagine him not liking either.

You stare down at the ingredients already in the mixing machines.

“Alright. So, water, 2 large eggs, a teaspoon of salt, unsalted butter, active dry yeast…” You read through the remaining list of ingredients until you reach the end. “And now…flour?” You squint down at the notebook, the words scribbled messily on the paper, time having faded the ink. You can’t really make out the measurements written out. It looks like 2 ½ cups. You’ll try it and hey, if it doesn’t work, you’ll simply adjust the recipe to find the right mix. Easy.

Just as you’re sorting through the measuring cups, Nanami emerges from his office with your journals, mouth set in its usual hard line as he makes his way to you. He sets the books down, and you swear you see him inhale the sweet scent of the pastries currently baking in the oven before softly exhaling. You open your mouth to say something before quickly shutting it because he’s back to business in about .02 seconds. You really can’t read this guy, so you don’t try to. You redirect your focus back on to your task.

“These look good,” he tells you, his finger tapping on the book stacked on top. “I placed a post-it note on the recipes I think may work for the soft opening, but I’d like for you to make a sample of them beforehand. Maybe just a few a day.”

You nod, acknowledging his request but far too focused on scooping your guesstimate of flour. Nanami eyes you carefully, brown eyes staring as you carefully run your finger over the top of the flour. The excess falls carelessly onto the table and just before you pour it in, Nanami speaks, his voice halting your movements.

“What are you making now?”

“Hmm?” You ask, glancing over at him. “Oh, something called…” you peer down at the booklet, “Wee-ner-brod?” You’re one hundred percent positive you butchered that pronunciation, but how do you even pronounce ‘wienerbrød’?

Clearly Nanami knows because he surprisingly lets out an amused chuckle before he asks, “Wienerbrød?” With what you assume is perfect pronunciation. And you’re not sure why, but the sound of his deep baritone laugh makes your stomach twist in a strangely pleasant way.

“Yes! That!” You point to Nanami with your free finger. “I’m making…” you stumble your way through the pronunciation again and get another small laugh from Mr. Nanami which makes your own lips curl up in a smile.

“I didn’t know you knew how to make Danish pastries.”

“I don’t, but you don’t learn without trying.”

“True. What step are you on now?” Nanami asks curiously, coming up to stand next to you. This close to him, you can truly see just how large he is. Not to mention, he smells incredible. You ignore the way the mix of the aroma of baked goods and his cologne almost makes your eyes want to roll back. You’d never smelled something so tantalizing before.

Nanami calls your name and you clear your throat, trying to re-focus.

“Oh, um…well I’ve added mostly everything and now I need to incorporate the flour - about 2 ½ cups.”

“Your calculation is off.” He affirms gently, eyeing the measuring cup in your hand.

You snort, “Are you suddenly an expert in Danish baking or something?”

“I can throw a few things together.” He says and you peek over to see him rolling the sleeves of his very nice (and probably very expensive) shirt up to his elbows. Your eyes roam over, drinking in the sight of those thick veins that you couldn’t get out of your head over the weekend protruding from his forearms, the way his muscles flex with the slightest movement and you wonder for a moment what it would be like to grab onto those arms while he –

“As I was saying,” Nanami’s quiet voice interrupts your reverie. “2 ½ cups is close, but you actually need 2 ¾ cups for this recipe.” He reaches in front of you to grab a ¾ measuring cup and again, you’re assaulted with the scent of his cologne. Your mind erupts with thoughts of nothing appropriate for an employee to be thinking about their boss, but you can’t help it!

You blame it on that damn smile of his and that laugh. It’s thrown you off of your game.

Nanami takes the measuring cup you’re holding and replaces it with another. “You also need to use your hands to mix this.”

You might faint.

“Is that…” you lick your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Is that completely necessary?”

Nanami slowly adds small amounts of flour into the mixer bowl while kneading with his other hand. “It’s time consuming, of course, but it allows for more control over the dough. You can feel the dough's texture…if it’s too dry or if it’s too wet. From there you can determine if more water or more flour is needed.” You watch as his brows furrow in concentration, a little surprised by his knowledge around dough. Though it shouldn’t be surprising given that he grew up in this very same bakery. Of course he’d know.

And once again, your stomach does somersaults.

Damnit, he was definitely going to need to stay out of the kitchen if you were going to stay employed here.

As Nanami continues working through the recipe, you chat idly about general things. He tells you a bit about his time as a businessman, but doesn’t elaborate on what exactly led him to own a bakery. And you tell him a bit about yourself, trying to keep the conversation light as this was the most you’d both interacted since your interview and you’re surprised by how well it’s going. You don’t want to ruin it by poking and prodding.

As the conversation goes on, you watch him very carefully as he works the dough, ignoring the way your heart races watching him do the very thing you do almost daily.

“The end result should be somewhat sticky,” he states.

And oh god, something was getting sticky alright…and it lay between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the bulging muscles of Nanami’s forearms working the flour into a thick doughy substance between his large, thick fingers. Your gaze moves up his stupidly sexy arms, to his biceps straining against his shirt and you imagine him flexing so hard, it rips to shreds, falling in tatters to the floor. The cartoonish image almost makes you want to laugh. And you would have if your eyes hadn’t continued their journey, higher to his tight shoulders moving in circles as he presses his palms into the dough. Higher to the tension in his jaw, the muscles rippling as he grits his teeth with focus. The kitchen suddenly feels unbearably hot and you’re not sure if it’s the ovens running causing the temperature to rise or the view in front of you.

Nanami had never mentioned he knew how to bake. But why would he? It was your job to know. You also never thought to ask after the sour note your interview ended on despite you still being offered the position. You could not stand him upon first meeting and now here you were practically drooling into this batter over how incredibly sexy he was when he was baking.

Nanami slowly pours flour in again as he kneads the dough with expert precision. The way he grips it in his hands, the way his fingers deftly sprinkle flour into the mix. You wonder what else those big hands can do.

The oven timer dings and you snap out of your lewd thoughts, pretty sure sweat is forming on your forehead from your fantasies. You spin around quickly to slide on oven mitts before you pull the pans from the oven. You’d chosen to make miniature fruit tarts with a vanilla pastry cream. A simple recipe, but absolutely to die for. Setting the tray down, you return to Nanami’s side just as he finishes kneading the dough.

And you try to hide the frown pulling at the corner of your lips when you realize you’d lost your perfect view.

He moves to the sink to wash the remaining dough from his hands, returning with plastic wrap to cover the mixing bowl. “I hope you weren’t planning on completing that today,” He says before turning to head toward the walk-in refrigerator. When he emerges, you shoot him a questioning look.

“I was going to let the dough rise for a few hours while I worked on some other things.”

He hums in acknowledgment, but shakes his head. “For this dough, you need to do a long rise for the best result. Overnight is best.”

“Okay, you’re the expert Danish pastry baker apparently,” you tease, earning you another small chuckle from him and you feel your face heat up at the sound.

What is with you today?

“How did you come up with the idea to make Wienerbrød anyway?” He questions suddenly. “Just seems a bit random given what recipes you’d given me to review.”

“Oh!” You rush back over to the mixers excitedly and grab the booklet, holding it up for Nanami to see, a wide grin on your face. “I found this under one of the mixers. It has some strange language I can’t read in the front of it…I’m assuming it’s Danish? But some delicious sounding recipes from what I could understand when I skimmed through. I decided this would be a good idea to take myself out of my comfort zone to try something new.”

Nanami takes a step forward, squinting hard at the little journal in your hands. Suddenly, his eyes widen slightly and he snatches the book from your hold. He opens it to the first page, where the foreign message is scrawled down before he snaps the book shut, his lips pursing in displeasure.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in clear irritation. “Next time you find something that is very clearly a personal belonging, please bring it to me before you take it upon yourself to poke through something that isn’t yours,” he snaps, his voice clipped.

The shift in tone takes you aback.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Mr. Nanami. It just seemed to belong to someone who knew their way around baking so I–”

“I didn’t ask for the reasoning behind your nosiness,” he cuts you off and you feel your own irritation begin to slowly rise. “Is this a habit of yours? Digging through people’s belongings and taking things that aren’t yours?”

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest defensively. “If you’d let me finish, I’m trying to apologize –”

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to show up here, bake and leave. Not spend your time digging through someone else’s belongings.”

You inhale sharply, trying to gather your thoughts. This conversation has taken an unpleasant turn and the last thing you want to do is have a blow up with your boss. You feel like you’ve actually made progress with him today and this feels like a setback waiting to happen.

“Again, Mr. Nanami, that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to try something new. I had no idea this book…” you wave your hand in his direction. “...would be such a sore spot for you.”

At this, Nanami seems to bristle. “My sore spot,” he stresses the words, “is nosey employees who don’t just do the job I asked them to do. I asked you to make a sample pastry –”

“And I did,” you cut him off, gesturing to your tarts cooling on the table. “And I had enough time to try my hand at something new, which is why I wanted to try something new and present it to you.”

You sigh when Nanami meets your response with silence.

“What’s the issue here? You had no problem with helping me make this until you saw that book,” you say, pointing at the small black journal he holds. Your gazes lock in an intense staredown and even as Nanami annoys you, you can’t help but find his frustratingly pretty brown eyes completely mesmerizing.

Ugh, stop.

“The issue,” Nanami stresses, “is you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Excuse me? It’s just a recipe book. Why are you so upset about it? Is it yours or something?”

“Again, poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Mr. Nanami, with all due…respect,” you grit out the last word because he was really starting to piss you off, “if we’re going to be working together as closely as we are, there needs to be some trust here. It’s just a recipe book. I apologize for overstepping, but you can tell me why referencing this book to make Weenerbrod is such a big deal.”

You could swear you see the ghost of a smile on his lips just before he rolls his eyes, correcting your pronunciation of the pastry again, just as he turns his back to you. “You are my employee, I am your employer and that’s it. My helping you to bake a simple bread does not make us friends. Please complete the sample pastries I requested of you and we can reconvene once they’re finished. End of discussion.”

Nanami heads to his office without another word, slamming the door behind him.

You can only watch him disappear from your sight, seething. Left standing in the kitchen alone after yet another faceoff with your new boss, you’re suddenly reminded of your earlier conversation with Shoko.

Just try not to let him walk all over you. You’ve worked with plenty of dickheads before. What’s one more?

You resist going after Nanami and giving him a piece of your mind, instead following his instructions to finish your samples. You won’t push him. Clearly that little book meant something to him and he had no intention of sharing. And he was right. It wasn’t your business to know…

…But you can’t help feeling upset that the light mood of earlier is now gone.

You sigh, ignoring the pit in your stomach as your anger begins to subside. Instead, you move to the walk in refrigerator, gathering the ingredients to make the vanilla cream for your tarts.

Your mind is still racing with the conversation that just took place even as you mix your ingredients and pack the cream into the icing decorating bags. You realize for the first time since meeting Nanami that he wasn’t only this stoic tyrant that enjoys barking orders. He was someone with interests, someone with depth, someone who clearly enjoyed the art of baking the same way you do. You saw the look in his eyes as he guided you through making this pastry. And while you’ve barely known Nanami, you’re familiar with the look on someone’s face when they’ve participated in their passion. He looked…happy. Clearly, there’s more to Nanami than you know.

More to him than what he was willing to show you. For now.

You’re annoyingly positive.

Shoko’s words make you roll your eyes as they echo in her head. Because you know she’s right.

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the-s1lly-corner · 23 days

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Various HH characters x Artist reader

Prize 4/5 for @coldestcoconut

This post contains: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, and Nifty

Notes: Reader is GN

CWs: None

CHARLIE

Its canon that Charlie herself is an artist, she makes her own presentations and everything! Shes very open to sharing her supplies with you, though a lot of the colors she has are very bright and saturated. You might inspire her to have an artsy based exercise in the hotel, you... may get a few groans and looks from some of the other hotel residents.. whoops.. gushes and goes insane whenever you make something for her or really show her anything, she can go on for hours and hours about how lovely your work looks! Woukd put it on the fridge/hj

VAGGIE

Not at all an artist, and she doesnt... exactly know techniques and terms. She is proud of you and shes trying her best to show that, but... her compliments seem to fall a little flat when praising you thanks to her voice as well as her just not knowing terms. A lot of the time its comments like "oh, this looks good," whereas other characters can say WHY it's good. Though is that really that important when seeking validation? Keeps all the art you give her in a folder somewhere, neat and away from harm

ANGEL

It should be a given that hes going to ask if you can draw something... rather inappropriate. Were you really surprised? He might likely also ask you to draw fat nuggets, he even offers to pay you. Keeps some of your doodles pinned up on his vanity mirror on his room. Hes an artist, just not in the way you are. He has an appreciation for your work even if it's a different genre! It doesnt matter what your skill level is, hes going to be a little interested. He offers to pose for you if you need a quick reference, he can offer something interesting thanks to his flexibility! Free of charge, too!

ALASTOR

Similar to Angel, hes an artist just in a different way! Angel is a dancer and an actor, and Alastor uses radio as his medium! Hes.. interested enough in your work, though he can be a little more.. critical in his criticisms (but only if you ask for it, hes not rude!). He doesnt intent to fully stamp out your excitement, hes simply trying to get you to reach your fullest potential as an artist. It is balanced out by elements he enjoys in your art. Watches you like a hawk when you work. Dont try to be sneaky and try to draw him, he already knows what you're doing.. but he might just allow it, it's not like you're using a camera

HUSK

Hes indifferent, at least.. mostly.. he listens when you talk about your hobby and he makes sure you know hes paying attention. But you can tell that hes not sure how to keep the conversation going thanks to him just... not being into art. Sure he can tell when something has talent and had work put into it, but hes not the type to sit down and really dissect a piece. Though... his appreciation for art does grow thanks to you. Keeps the doodles you slide to him while he's working the bar- gets a little pissed at himself if part of the papers get wet from the condensation from the drinks

SIR PENTIOUS

NIFTY

She draws! As a hobby and when shes not warring with the bugs in the hotel! Sometimes the two of you sit and draw together- though Niftys more.. scribbling on the papers. Shes just excited is all! Don't ask where she got the red paint from. Hoardes the art you give her, very possessive of the drawings. Probably attempts to stab someone if they get too close to her stash

Hes a bit artistic himself, being an inventor and all! He draws his own blueprints and as well as his own designs. It may not be the same as the things you may create, but it's still a bonding point between the two of you. He let's you use his fancy pens and stuff, just please return them! Will praise you to heaven and back whenever you show him something, he knows some art terms and you can bet hes going to be using them to really push his praise! If you ever draw him anything hes going to keep it, likely framing it as well!

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thelaurenshippen · 6 months

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finally taking the time to read through the SAG agreement summary and oof, I hope they have an AI town hall soon because...well, there are things to discuss!

so, in case folks are curious, here are my immediate takeaways from the deal as a SAG actor, a SAG producer, and person who is not any kind of expert but spends a lot of time being skeptical of contracts I sign. this is a summation/commentary, not a holistic breakdown of every point, nor even an in-depth discussion of the points I do talk about. and it is, of course, in no way legal advice or voting advice.

this post is already maybe the longest post I've ever written on tumblr (lol) and I feel like I've barely scratched the surface. to be clear, nothing I'm saying here represents how I'm going to vote, how I think other actors should vote, or my be-all-end-all stance on a particular issue. this is me reading through, flagging what concerns me, and asking myself questions. and I'm here to take your questions too! though of course my expertise is limited.

(what?? something I wrote got annoying long?? in my tumblr? it's more likely, etc. huge write-up after the cut)

the good

self-tape stuff: this is one of the more niche/the thing that the general public will find least interesting, but they've put in a lot of provisions to make sure self-tape auditions have limits (# of pages, no stunts, no nudity, doesn't have to be professionally shot, etc.) which is amazing because these types of auditions have gotten out of control since the pandemic. this feels like a great gain

data transparency: in no world did I think the streamers were ever going to agree to any data sharing with either the wga or sag so even though the data is limited, this still feels huge to me.

folks who sing and dance will be paid for both of those things now, which is great

they've added MLK day and Juneteenth as holidays (about time)

a performer cannot be required to translate their own lines

principal performers are required to be given hair and makeup consultation or reimbursed for obtaining their own services - this seems like a small thing, but it's being put in here pretty much entirely because HMU services have generally been appalling when it comes to textured hair/a variety of skin tones. there's also stuff in here about working to hire more diverse HMU artists

it looks like it's going to be easier/provide a path for folks getting IMDb credits even if they're not credited on screen

miscellany: there's a bunch of gains in wage increases, P&H increases, relocation fees, franchise language etc. that all seem good to me, though my limited knowledge on those subjects prevents me from going in depth on them.

this is not important, but it tickled me, there's a term to replace all instances of "telegraph" in the contract with "email & text" which like...why has it taken us thirty years to do that lol.

the "...hm..."

intimacy coordinators: oof. when I watched the press conference SAG gave, I was fucking thrilled when they said that the new agreement required folks to hire intimacy coordinators for nudity and simulated sex scenes. that was almost reason enough for me to vote for it tbh - not requiring it is the exact reason I voted no on our last contract. however, reading the contract summary now, the exact language is: "Producer must use best efforts to engage an Intimacy Coordinator for scenes involving nudity or simulated sex and will consider in good faith any request by a performer to engage an Intimacy Coordinator for other scenes. Producer shall not retaliate against a performer for requesting an Intimacy Coordinator." this....sucks. "best efforts" and "good faith" are not the same as "required". IMO, an intimacy coordinator is the same thing as having a stunt coordinator or, like, any number of health and safety requirements. OSHA doesn't say you must "in good faith" put your "best effort" to providing fire exits. it's great that performers can request coordinators for any kind of scene, and this is still the strongest language we've ever had in a contract but....c'mon guys.

residuals: look, I can't speak to these new terms in any concrete way. there are increases, there are bonuses for streaming success, there's a whole thing about a fund regarding those successes that I need explained to me more in depth, but overall, it looks like we made some in-roads here. as someone who employs actors under digital distribution contracts that has no residuals (podcasts), I know how genuinely cumbersome the unholy trifecta of "views-success-profit" can be (as in views do not equal success, success does not equal profit, etc.). I also have no sympathy when the majority of companies dealing with that cumbersome trifecta are massive media conglomerates. anyway, long story short, idk if this is good enough, I'm hoping to attend the next info meeting sag has.

the bad

the new hair/makeup provisions are explicitly for principal actors. while I hope it leads to better, more inclusive HMU services all around I haaaate that this implies supporting or background actors (who oftentimes also have to sit in HMU) don't deserve the consideration. (then again, background actors are usually required to do their own HMU/bring their own costumes, but for productions where that's not the case, the same HMU provisions should apply IMO)

as with every contract, there's language that could be stronger, clarity that needs to exist, and important things missing - but this isn't the final contract and I'm not a lawyer, so I'm gonna leave that stuff to the experts.

but, "lauren", you say, "what about all the AI stuff? where does that go?" well, reader, I was planning on including that in the above but it's the hot-button issue right now and I think it's wickedly complicated, so I wanted to break it down separately, after I had a chance to point out all the good-bad-in-between stuff that's not getting talked about.

a note: in my career, I've learned there's two big things to keep in mind when reading a contract you might sign:

what is the worst case interpretation of this language (thank you to my lawyer, prince among men, for teaching me how to do this in practice (that said, anything I say here is not legal advice, he'd also want me to say that lol))

what are you willing to lose/compromise on/what are the limits of your pragmatism? contracts are not about a company giving you everything you want out of the goodness of their heart - it is always a compromise. pragmatism has to be a part of the equation.

so, with that said, I'm going to play a little devil's advocate here, and a) try to find the good/the pragmatic and b) catastrophize the worst case scenario. but first, it might be handy to look at this SAG infographic for some basic definitions. let's go.

the AI good

a ton of stuff here requires consent. that is not a small thing, and the consent continues even after your death (whether it was a yes or no; though this can be complicated by your estate/your union)

the language does establish that the consent must be a separate signing from the employment contract, even if its in the contract, which is great (but more on that below - timing matters)

actors often do get paid for use of their digital replicas, though it's different based on the use/type of replica.

the actor must be provided with a "reasonably specific description of the intended use". this language is vaguer than I would like, because it allows producers to decide what "reasonably specific" and "intended" means - there's always going to be some vagueness when it comes to this specific thing, but a good start would be for producers to require not blanket consent, but conditional consent for each significant use of digital replicas.

if the replicas are being used in other mediums, that must also be consented to, thank god.

replicas cannot be used in place of background actor counts on a given day - if I'm understanding this correctly, this means a production can't just have a bunch of fake background actors by themselves, they have to engage real people up to a certain number first (which in this new contract is 25 for TV and 85 for movies). we're already filling in background with digital people or copy-pasting of the same crowd over and over and have been doing so since at least the late 90s, so it's good we're continuing to put up boundaries around that.

the AI "...hm..."

it's unclear (to me) when an actor can be asked to consent. IMO, everything is meaningless if the consent is happening as part of regular contract negotiations. these things have to happen when - and only when - the actor has already been engaged in a role and feels empowered to say no

the use of independently created replicas (replicas pulled from existing footage, not created by the actor) being allowed without consent under first amendment reasoning - this is obviously concerning a lot of people bc first amendment arguments are so broad. that said, there's a pragmatism part of me that understands this is already happening/has been happening for a while and used in ways I think are perfectly fine - I was just watching the new episode of For All Mankind (one of the best TV shows right now!) and it's an alternate history, which meant that in the opening scenes of this season they had some bonkers good deep fakes of Al Gore saying stuff he never said. I think that's okay to do in a fiction show that imagines a different US history! "but Lauren", you might be saying, "Al Gore isn't a member of SAG!" are you sure? are you positive? because I'm pretty certain he is - he was in several episodes of 30 Rock, way more people are in SAG than you think (every NPR reporter for instance), and the two worst presidents we've had in the last 50 years (yes, those ones), are both definitely members of SAG (even if one is dead). now, the other side of this is that public figures like politicians are under a different social contract than actors, and if they wanted to sue, they could, unlike the average SAG actor who might have their image abused. this is why this is in the "hm" column - deep fakes and parody/satire/commentary use of replicas is already here and there's always going to be a 1st amendment argument to make, so we need to figure out how best to limit those and protect the most vulnerable.

alteration: with this language, a project can digitally alter without consent if the script and performance stays "substantially" the same. again, this language is too mealy-mouthed. I don't know that I have a huge problem with a line of dialogue getting replaced with a digital version of that actors voice if, for instance, a word was mispronounced, or wind garbled the sound or whatever - yes, it would eliminate the need for ADR, but if we put some limit on it like..."if there are more than 5 lines in a given episode/movie that require digital alteration in the service of clarity, the actor must be engaged for an ADR session or paid for the digital replacement" then I could see this being workable. I'm also personally okay with things like costumes being digitally altered but, again, we need limitations on that. digital altering cannot replace the art of costuming but, for instance, if a costume needs to be altered to include a hate symbol or something, I think that's fine (example: I have friends who worked at the VFX house for an alternate history TV show that involved a lot of Nazi costuming and set design - a huge part of that VFX house's job was to put swastikas in places, rather than props making nazi flags. I'm okay with that!) but again, these fringe cases do not a compelling arugment make, and this contract language can be interpreted too broadly for my comfort! like everything else in this "hm" category, I need to see the final contract language to decide.

the AI bad

there's a bunch of circumstances in which actors don't get paid for creating their replica/use of it and those circumstances are too broad for my taste.

synthetic performers - this is just awful. no. no, we should not be allowing AI to generate entire actors. just............no. there's some language about the producers having to talk to the union if the synthetic performer is "used in place of a performer who would have been engaged under this Agreement in a human role" but this doesn't apply to non-human characters so....wouldn't that be all roles?? leaving the producers room to be like "this role has to be synthetic, we never would've cast a human!" is bullshit. also, even if we're having AI create a magical talking unicorn whole cloth (which, like, also no, we have artists for this), that unicorn still needs to be voiced by a human person. this whole section is a disaster.

the exceptions to consent for digital alteration are bad-bad. I talked about the potential ADR replacement above and that has a whole host of issues with it that I didn't even get into, but I can see the argument. the rest are very troubling:

there is an exception under "any circumstance when dubbing or use of a double is permitted under the Codified Basic Agreement or Television Agreement" - okay, so does this mean we can replace dubbing artists and stunt performers entirely? this section is about digital alteration, but who's to say alteration couldn't turn an actor broadly miming a fight into an entirely digital, expertly performed fight that usually a stunt double would have done? with AI translation technology, does this mean we're replacing VO artists for dubs entirely? bad!

similarly, "Adjusting lip and/or other facial or body movement and/or the voice of the performer to a foreign language, or for purposes of changes to dialogue or photography necessary for license or sale to a particular market" - Justine Bateman has a great twitter thread on the terrible puppetry potential of this but I want to draw attention to the particular market bit - we all know that selling to china is such a huge part of studios' strategies that they'll remove entire scenes or lines around queer stuff. to me, this clause makes all of that so much easier. I know the argument here is going to be "we can replace swear words and license it for kids!" which.......sure? fine? but, uh, we already have ways to deal with that? and the potential for abuse here is terrifying to me. with all the digital alteration stuff too, there's just so much icky implication for the beauty/body standard to get so much worse.

if a background actor’s digital replica is used in the role of a principal performer, they'll be paid as if they actually performed the days for that role, which, sure, but uhhhh why are we saying it's okay for a digital replica of a background actor to suddenly be a leading role!?!?! I can't think of anything more demoralizing than going to set to act in background (a job I've done! an important job! a fun job a lot of the time! but creatively limited) and then getting a much bigger role (the dream!) and.....not being able to, you know, act that role or be in scenes with other principal actors or do the thing that you've dedicated your life to doing. nightmare stuff.

woof. there's so much more to say but I'm going to leave it there. these are the concerns I'm going to go into SAG's meetings with, and the concerns I'll be considering as I decide how to vote. I know there are things I didn't address and very possibly things I misinterpreted or misrepresented - if you're an actor, I highly recommend a) reading that Justine Bateman thread and b) attending SAG's meetings to ask questions and express your concerns. and I'd love to hear what y'all think! my ask box is open.

#sag aftra #sag #sag strike #AI #me: I'm just gonna look through the terms #me: I'm just gonna do a quick write up before starting my day #clock: it's been almost two hours #not to keep hammering at the 'this is not me saying that I am correct or that I've made up my mind' bit #but this is the piss on the poor reading comprehension website so #I'M NOT SAYING I'M RIGHT #TAKE ALL THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT #i mostly have questions and concerns and am pleasantly surprised at some stuff #knowing that there *is* a degree to which we will have to compromise #and I'm WILDLY concerned about other stuff #would love to hear what other SAG members think

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~Break Away~

Description: Drug dealer ex boyfriend Connie tries to make you jealous.

TW: Drugs, gang, fluff, cursing

You never liked Connie Springer much. Since you were thirteen he was trouble in a small package and now you're twenty and he's trouble in a bigger package, which is why you weren't surprised when your six-month relationship was cut short because of his line of 'work'. You weren't too fond of being around a bunch of guns, drugs, and gangbangers every time you want to hang out with your boyfriend, you weren't cut out for that life. Not even two weeks later, Connie found someone who was.

You found the news out through a mutual friend of yours, Sasha Braus, she also hated Connie's work but knowing him as long as you have she knows just as well there's no pulling him from it.

"Already?!" you yelled.

Sasha jumped. "I mean, yeah. But that's ok, right? Your relationship was mainly physical and you don't like him that much anyway."

The truth is, you have grown to like Connie as a partner over the last six to seven months. You also found him sexy as you did dangerous. "Well... Whatever! Just how can he move on so quickly?! With Jackie nonetheless!" You grabbed your car keys and slammed your apartment door open.

Sasha jumped from the couch. "(Y/N) Where are you going?! He's around his people and Jackie's just as dangerous as he is! Don't do anything rash!" she begged.

"Fuck Jackie and FUCK Connie. I'm giving that prematurely grey jackass a piece of my mind!"

"Jackie?!"

"She can get in my way if she wants to. She doesn't mean shit to him. Connie's wanted me for years he didn't move on that fast. Jackie is just to make me jealous and it's not working." you say getting into your car.

Sasha crouched to talk to you in the passenger side window. "Are you sure about that?" she giggled.

"Are you coming or not?" you say with aggravation filling your body.

"Yes but only so I can keep my two best friends from killing each other. This is why we don't date in the friend group." Sasha said getting into the car.

You start the car on the way to Connie's corner. "You're dating Jean, who is in the same friend group." you point out.

"Jean who's not a gangbanger."

You flip Sasha off.

Finally, you get to Connie's corner hideaway. An old building he and his guys use to plan their moves. "Ok, so what's the plan? Do you have like a weapon or something or are we gonna take the sneaky app-" Sasha started.

You turned the car off and got out, slamming the door which alerted Connie around the corner as he smirked.

"Connie Springer!" you yelled turning the corner to Connie, his guys, and Jackie sitting on his lap. In front of them was a table full of guns, large bags of weed, and a white substance you didn't even want to know about, but you weren't scared, your ego was bruised. You weren't the violent belligerent type but when your pride was hurt no one was safe from your temper.

"Hey Connie." Sasha smiled and waved from behind you, fearful of the table that possessed at least three charges. Maybe Sasha's the only one exempt from your temper.

"Hey Sasha. (Y/N)." Connie grinned.

"Fuck he's so sexy." you thought. "You're kidding me, right? Jackie?"

Connie sighed. "We broke up babe. I moved on." he said cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah right. It would be more believable if it were with anyone but Jackie Fletcher." you scoffed.

Jackie got up and Sasha backed up. "And what's that supposed to mean? What's wrong with me?" Jackie asked putting her shoulder-length blonde hair into a ponytail and taking her earrings out.

"It means you have more STDs than Connie has warrants." you grit through your teeth.

Connie's boys laughed and this set Jackie off. "Bitch you better have the hands to back that mouth up." she said stepping closer

"My mouth isn't as 'trained' as yours but I bet my fucking hands are just as good hoe."

Jackie ran up and you don't know what happened but the next thing you knew you were on top of her punching her over and over.

"Guys take Sasha upstairs I'll take care of this." Connie ordered. As the guys were carrying out his command Connie went to pull you off Jackie. "Alright. Alright Tyson she's out!" he said finally getting you to your feet. You quickly turn around and push him. "The fuck (Y/N)?!" he yelled.

"What you want some too?" you asked, pushing him again.

"I'm not gonna put my hands on you (Y/N)." Connie said softly.

You push him again. "Why not?" You pushed him against the wall "Fucking pussy. Fight back." You slap him on his left cheek.

Connie stared at you with a hazel deadly glare that snapped you back to reality. Sometimes you forget just how scary he could be as he towers over you weighing two hundred all muscle. "You want me to put my hands on you (Y/N)?" he growled switching you against the wall faster than you can blink. "You come in here, yell at me in front of my guys, insult my girlfriend, then beat her unconscious. After that, you have the nerve to come at me?" He put your chin between his fingers and made you look him in the eyes. "You're so fucking sexy." Your lips smashed together in a sloppy kiss. You run your fingers through his short grey hair as he undoes your pants and drops them to the ground. With a small bite of your lip, Connie breaks from the kiss and peppers your neck.

For an hour, years of pent-up hatred and anger were released against that wall.

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #fluff #levi ackerman #levi aot #smut #anime and manga #anime art #jean kirstein #connie x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #Spotify

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manblood · 1 year

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meeting and dating xavier thorpe

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some meeting and dating headcannons for my fav shears twin lookalike (i’ve been obsessed w the garden for a while and seeing xavier made it worse)

lowercase intended + written on my phone

preparing for launch…

you two obviously met at nevermore

the first time you talk is when you’re walking with wednesday and enid for the school tour since you transferred to nevermore at the same time as wednesday

you get lost and separated from the group and he noticed your confusion so he walked up to you to try and help you

“hey i’ve never seen you around here before. are you lost?”

unbeknownst to you, bro was already falling in love with you and the more he talked to you, the more he fell.

take what he was like with wednesday and dial it up by like x10 percent

you have a couple classes together so he makes sure that he has an open seat next to him for every one so you’ll have to sit with him and talk to him more

he draws little candid pictures of you while you’re not looking in his notebook and animates little drawings of animals with his powers to try and impress you

he isn’t the best with expressing his emotions, so he definitely finds out some of your hobbies and tries to get really good at them or learn something about them so he can talk to you about it during class the next day

you like to read? he gets the titles of the books you carry around and reads them so he can talk to you about them. you like to sing or play an instrument? he’s gonna compliment your playing so much. you like a band or an artist? oh what a coincidence! he loves them too!

you and thing are besties so you tell him about xavier and your little crush on him

pulling a classic thing move, he writes xavier a note for you asking him to the rave’n

the night of the dance you open your door to leave for the dance and there’s xavier about to knock on the door to pick you up and take you

as you’re questioning why he’s there he has stars in his eyes imagining what the night will hold and hoping this won’t be the only time he gets to take you out like this

you can consider that night your first date and the night was filled lots of dancing and laughing, as well as being enchanted by each other

when xavier dropped you off back at your dorm he asks you out on another date

“are you doing anything sunday?”

you start dating after your third or fourth date

constant secret dates, big and small, just as long as you two can be near each other and alone

i can see bianca being a little jealous at first, but then warming up to it after a little while and you two actually become friends

enid constantly asking you two to go on a double date with her and ajax

xavier makes art to express his emotions since he’s usually closed off with most, so get ready for xavier to be drawing you 24/7 but not showing you most of them

giving each other little things that remind you guys of each other

his love language is gift giving and quality time so his ideal type of date is probably one of those cute little things where you guys make build a bears for each other, go on a picnic and do that thing where every 20 minutes you guys swap paintings and work on them until you have finished ones, or going to one of those places where you paint pottery and make something for each other or together

when schools out you two stay in contact and probably make plans to visit each other once or twice

as far as i love you’s go, once you two say it or realize you love each other i can see you two not really saying it frequently but doing little things that show it

all together it’s a very comforting relationship and even though xavier’s a very private person, you two grow together

…welcome home

we hope you enjoyed your flight

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

authors_note-

thank you for reading my first ever xavier piece!! i’m kinda proud of how it turned out. keep an eye out for more writings for him to come out soon <3

#wednesday #x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe #headcanon

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tan1shere · 3 months

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Film Wife

Young Miko x Female Reader !

A/n: hey all ! Some of you have been asking for this so I'm here to provide for yall ;) this is in English because I am not Spanish what so ever so i'm very sorry to disappoint but for all the fans who would like to read this in English this is for you girlies, enjoy ! (I'm so fucking down bad for this woman this was so yummy to write.) Also if you want any others with Miko please lmk ! Gimmie as many requests as you can think of :)

Summary: You know how theres a thing called 'work wife'? Your Mikos film wife ;)

Warnings: smut ! Mdni. Car sex 😏 don't ask me why but I just know this woman either has an army green strap or a rainbow one. I'm convinced!! Just filthiness like usual-

Masterlist

"Cut!" The director screams. You were currently on set of a singers music video. Everyone loved having you in them you were quite popular. You walk over to your manager, walking past the artist giving them a smile. "You have another music video later on." Your manager Stacy tells you. "Do we know of this person." She shrugs. "You might." She states, showing you her phone. You have a look at the photo she shows you. "Young Miko, or Baby Miko. She's filming a video for her latest song Lisa." You look over the photo, looking at it all very clearly. You were stunned, she was incredibly attractive. She was wearing a beanie, big short sleeved t-shirt, tattoos that immediately catch your attention. "Go home, get changed and I'll send you the dress code." She flashes a toothy smile at you.

Later rolls round fast, you were currently just sitting on your couch in your apartment scrolling on Instagram. Your curiosity got the better of you. Heading to the search bar and looking this mysterious woman up. You scroll a bit, looking at every picture carefully, you would be lying if you said you weren't already obsessed with her. She looks like so much fun. The thought made you smirk to yourself, letting out a slight giggle. This was going to be good.

You had arrived at the studio, seeing your manager and going over to her. "So, what's my part in this." You set your bags down. She points to a bed. "You will be filming a rather, heated scene on this with the artist herself." You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face. You enjoyed these types of scenes, especially when the artist is extremely attractive. "Sounds good." You head over to the bed, just getting into the clothes Stacy had said to. You weren't paying much attention when you felt the bed dip just a little. Bringing you to gaze up. You're met with those beautiful blue eyes. "Y/n? Correct?" You nod. "I've been told you don't speak any Spanish?" You shake your head. "No, I mean I might know the basics, but not well." She nods, herself. "That's quite alright. Good thing I'm good with my English huh?" She smiles at you.

But there was something in the smile, something flirty. "Action!" The music starts playing, Miko gets closer to you, slowly but surely. It makes your heart slightly race, she was so much more hotter in person. She was tall, cheeky. Just over-all attractive. She looks at your lips for a quick second then looks into your eyes, seeing her slyly smirk and lean into you. The kiss was soft, but slowly turning more heated. You put your hands so that they're resting on her neck, as she put hers on your hips, slowly pushing you down on the bed and getting ontop of you. Everyone always asks how you do these and not immediately fall inlove. You were the best liar because honestly it wasn't easy. Miko continued the kiss, deepening it. You felt her tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and how could you deny this oh so yummy makeout.

That went on for a tiny bit more before the director called cut. Signaling that it was the end of the shot. You furrow your brows, not expecting it to be so short. You dreadfully wanted more, but how on earth would that happen. "That's it for today." Stacy says coming over to you, your water in hand. "I didn't expect it to be over so soon." You state. "They got what they needed." She smiles at you. You watch as she walks off, knowing it's it for the day. You feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see who it could be. "Do you do kissing scenes very often?" Miko asks, looking right at you. She towered over you just slightly as you were quite short, making your breath go uneasy for a second. "I do actually, that's one of the jobs I get frequently." She smirks to herself. "I can see why. You're a hell of a good kisser." You swallow at the compliment. Not knowing where all your bold attitude had gone to, but you were so hoping for it back. She comes a bit closer to you, leaning down to your ear.

"Why don't I take you home." Your eyes grew wide. Definitely taking up that offer right away, not only because you want to see where this goes with her, but because you had come here in an Uber. "I'd love that." She nods, putting her hand on your lower back. Watching as you walk to get your belongings. Was this really going to lead to something? Yes. It infact was. As you head out with her to her car you can help the butterflies at everything you're thinking right now. As you get in the passenger's seat, she wastes no time into kissing you, grabbing your face to bring you closer to her. Melting into it almost immediately, gaining that slight confidence and boldness back by situating yourself on her lap. Her hands roam your body, touching your waist, hips, sides. Even a cheeky little touch on your breasts every now and then. She guides her beautifully tattooed arms up your body yet again.

Sliding them under your shirt letting them rest over your bra. She pulls away from the kiss. "Can I take these off?" You bite your lip, nodding nonetheless. She swiftly does so, letting your tits spill out. She keeps eye contact with you, going to wrap her hands around them, lightly squeezing. Miko wraps her lips around one, sucking hard. Her hands held onto your back as she did so. You let your head fall back as she gently bites your nipple. Letting out breaths, even hearing a small noise emerge from her lips letting it vibrate slightly around you, as you put your hands in her soft hair. "Mmmm, please-" You purr out, wanting more and more of this. Of her. It was intoxicating by the minute making you more needy for her. She pulls away just admiring the slight purple tinge to your breast. She had sucked so hard it literally started to form a hickey. Her cockiness increasing at the sight.

You move your hands to her slightly toned arms, feeling the slight dents of muscle that formed in them. Admiring every tattoo on her. She gently moves your hips on her lap, feeling the friction of her thighs against you. You whine desperately wanting to feel so much more. "Patience Mami." She looks directly at you as she says that. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the name. "You wanna know something." You hum as she says that, her voice husky and lustful. "The oh so amazing thing that you're currently desperate for. Matches my microphone." She whispers in your ear. Sending cold shivers down your spine, her warm breath didn't change that it just made you colder, shakier, with need. She gets you to take off your jeans, but keeping on your black lace underwear. Guess she liked that.. Alot. You move your hands so that they're rested above her jeans. Letting them hook around her belt slightly. "Why don't you take them off for me." She looks at you, leaning back into the seat, and putting her arms behind her head.

You bite your lip a little harder this time, feeling your panties pool at this point. You do as told, unlooping the belt and sliding it out from its space in her jeans. You let it go into the backseat, discarding it for now. She doesn't budge, nor say anything. Keeping her eyes on you. You knew what was going on in her brain, she was filthy. She wanted to watch you do this all on your own, didn't she? You go to unzip them, sliding them down enough to get what you were after out, giving a quick glance and the band on her boxers, but immediately paying attention to the gold. And she wasn't lying. There it was, the rainbow strap. You could've sworn there was drool gathering at the corner of your lips, the thought of her sitting there, watching as you basically fuck yourself on it got you even more aroused.

Grabbing it slowly, positioning it at your entrance. Moving the fabric out of the way. "Rip them off." She suddenly says, eyes growing dark as she watches you. Your eyes go wide. "I'll buy you new ones." She subtly winks at you. You smirk at her, ripping the thin material in half, discarding that to the backseat also. "Good girl." That made you desperately claw for the strap, wanting nothing more then to be full of her. You begin to sink down on it, letting your mouth hang open at the delicious feeling. She continues to watch. Watching your facial features every time you'd move. Every little noise you made. She was stunned by you, how beautiful you were, how drawn she was to you. Keeping her arms behind her head just relaxing. She never takes her eyes off of you, only on occasion to watch as the strap dissappears inside of you. You couldn't help but let out a moan, feeling your breaths pick up.

She doesn't necessarily agree with the pace you're going at, so she begins to fuck up into you, making you latch onto the shoulders of the seat. Having your mouth slightly drop at the feeling. "Miko.." You whine out enjoying this so much. "Hm? Enjoying this. I bet you do, don't you?" You nod vigorously. "You're a slut huh.. letting me watch you fuck yourself on me. How very filthy." You bite your lip again, so much that it draws a little blood. The taste was irony, and bitter. You couldn't care less though. Miko leans forward, bringing her lips to your neck as you keep moving yourself on her. She sucks hard, loving how your tits had looked before. Wanting to mark a more visible area next. She moves the kisses from your neck, to your plump, slightly red lips.

She tasted the tiny bit of blood, making herself go crazy at everything that was happening. She grunts quietly into your mouth, moving her hands so they rested on your hips. "Gonna cum for me?" You lazily nod, feeling fucked out and tired. "Go on, I know you can. Make every director that's still in that building know, how good you're being fucked right now." That alone sent you overboard, feeling the knot tighten at her beautiful voice. You were inlove with it, scratchy but yet so pretty. She goes to your neck again, leaving kisses and a few hums, leading up to your ear again. She could tell you loved her voice, it's as if she could truly feel you clenching around her. "Mmm that's it Mamacita." She nibbles. "Cum all over me." And just like that, you did. Feeling yourself gush over her strap, letting your body fall into her touch and resting your head in her neck. You felt completely fucked out, letting out breaths as she gently rubbed your back.

"Im telling my team that you're gunna be in all of my upcoming music videos." You let a smile spread across your face. "How's that sound, film wife?" You close your eyes. "Just perfect."

#young miko #baby miko #young miko x reader #young miko smut

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r3starttt · 4 months

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Can you do something about drummer Abby and makeup artist reader?

Thank you, I love the ellie in an interview ❤️

make it up to me

> Drummer! Abby x makeup artist! reader

a/n: this took me so long and for what? 🙄 I gotta confess that I wanted to make this longer but got no inspiration at all so the last part is based on a tik tok I saw a while ago that had me giggling and kicking my feet

You’ve always loved makeup, a lot. Your biggest dream was to become a professional makeup artist, and you were determined to. So when you finally got a job you felt like your life was solved.

But it wasn’t, apparently if you don’t work on your own there’s always gonna be people that cause trouble in your life. You got fired because some jealous coworker which you didn’t even get to know the name, said some shit about you.

And you thought it was all over because apparently no one hires people if they don’t have enough experience. And you stood jobless for a while, until your best friend, Nora, helped you get a job.

And now you’re here, on your fifth concert, doing makeup to an apparently very famous band that pays you more than enough. Most of them would ask you for very extravagant makeups, especially the main singer of the band, so you had to take a while with each member due to the details.

So when it was time to get to the drummer you mostly ended alone with her, which you didn’t mind at all because she’s hot and really nice to talk to. Also it’s been pretty helpful because you’ve get to be closer with the band as well that way.

“Gosh people’s so loud today” you could hear the fans screaming outside. The place they were doing today’s concert was pretty small, like a local theater kinda “yeah… we’ve been getting a lot of support lately, hopefully soon we’ll get to perform on bigger stages” Abby’s eyes were closed as she spoke. You were doing a type of messy look, smudged eyeliner, some dark eyeshadow and a bit or mascara.

“You’re planing on performing maybe in other states?” you grabbed the eyeliner and started to apply it on her eyes, smudging it with your finger “we’d like to, but it doesn’t really depends on us. But if we do you’re definitely coming with us” you couldn’t help but smile, she’s just being nice but when you’re almost on top of her, while she has her eyes closed and her voice sounds so pretty to you, what else is there to think?

“I’d love to, thanks” you can see her smile widening a bit “you’re ready abs, tell me if there’s anything else you want to add” you step aside, allowing the blonde to look at the mirror in front of her and check on her makeup “all good” she says, standing up from the chair. And you can’t help but stare at her tall and strong figure which totally hides whenever she sits for you to do her makeup.

She’s wearing a black tank top and some gray military pants with a pair of black boots, and the contrast it does with her skin and hair as well as the makeup is killing you because how does she look hotter than any other day? However your thoughts get interrupted by her voice.

“You’re free tomorrow? I’d like to take you somewhere” she says it so casual, as she puts on a baggy jacket, and you can only stare at her in shock “I’d take you out tonight but we got plans already and I’d like to do something better than just getting drunk and talk about the show with you” she finally turned around and it would be a total lie to say you don’t look nervous because you can see her laughing a bit as she stares at you.

“Yeah, just…. send me a message tomorrow morning” you said trying your best to sound as confident as her. she just nodded and walked out of the room. later that night when you were with the band as usual, celebrating another show, you two could only stare at each other. She always sat besides you, but that night she was touchier than usual and fuck you needed to see her again, alone.

Just as you woke up you checked on your phone and gladly, a message from Abby was the first thing you saw. She just remind you to not go out since you had plans with her. You two kept talking most of the morning, planing where to go and what to do. Finally you two decided to go to some quite fancy restaurant to have dinner.

And the day felt eternal, even though you had to work that day you could only overthink about the whole situation and the date you had later with Abby. And it was the same for her because as confident as she looks and acts in front of you she was almost dying yesterday when she first asked you to go out and you wouldn’t answer, she was also overthinking, a lot, an repeating the scene in her head over and over.

Abby had offered to pick you up and drive you home as well because “it’s dangerous for you to be alone” so when night came and your phone vibrated you got shivers all over your body.

The date was way better than you expected, you feared it might be awkward but it was the total opposite. Maybe it helped the past weeks of pure tension between both or the fact that most of the time you were flirting with each other, but whatever it was it doesn’t really matter as long as you get any chance with her.

Once she drive you home she ask you to stay just a bit more, so now you’re both outside your apartment’s building, just sitting in the car, staring at each other in silence.

“Can I kiss you?” you see her eyes wandering over you as her hands cup your face, and suddenly you’re pressing your lips over hers for some seconds that feel eternal, until she pulls away.

“you’re so fucking pretty you know that?” her hands are still on your face yet she moves them rapidly and turns her face to her window, to which you laugh “what’re you doing?”the light from the outside reflects on her as she turns her face back to you “doing what?” her eyes move to your lips once again “look away” you reply.

“Because” a nasal chuckle comes out of her and her smile wides a bit. her arm moves again to your face and as her fingers touch your lips you open your mouth slightly “I gotta go abs” as you speak her thumb goes slightly into your inner lips “why?” you notice how she furrows her eyebrows slightly and her eyes finally meet yours.

“It’s too late already and I have to work tomorrow, all day” a small chuckle comes out of your mouth “Come here then” she moves her arms to the back of your neck and pulls you again for another kiss.

“Thanks for today, I swear I’ll make it up to you” you grab your bag and open the door, looking at her one last time “you better do”.

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noiryinn · 14 days

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can i request a kunigami x male reader? i dont have anything like a plot in my mind , but maybe a very shy/insecure , artist reader?

focus

pairing(s): kunigami rensuke x shy!male reader

summary: you and kunigami get paired up for a school project, only problem was, you had a big crush on him.

warnings: none!

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ofc! thanks for the ask! i’ll do my best. this is so bad plus i don't rlly know his personality that great so this is probably ooc. sorry it took so long! i had school and other things to work on (btw this is so rushed i wrote this in like 2 days...)

you tapped your foot anxiously on the ground. you had to work in pairs for a project…honestly, you’d rather work alone, but the teacher already said no. you were hoping you got someone good. yet, luck seemed to have other plans as your name was heard alongside kunigami's, the guy you had the biggest crush on.

‘okay, just don’t stutter…act nervous…oh what the hell im gonna do both of those things!’ you thought. you were panicking in your seat when you saw him walk over to you. well, his build was certainly bigger up close. you studied his physique, it’d probably be pretty nice to draw. he was certainly way more attractive up close. you were lost in your thoughts when you heard a voice.

“hey, l/n, you good?” you snapped out of your thoughts "uh, y-yeah, I guess… I mean, let's just start, right?" you said, your voice quavering. you seriously couldn’t focus at all. it was horrible! how would you pass this stupid class if you kept staring at him? you forced yourself to stop and finally do your work.

you talked a bit stiffly, but you couldn't help it. you could tell kunigami was trying to make a bit of conversation, but it often led to an awkward nod or "yeah" from you. you were typing on your laptop, researching for the project when you head your name.

"mind if i ask you something, l/n?" kunigami looked straight in your eyes. the eye contact almost made you sweat a bit and you tried looking everywhere but him. "y-yeah...go ahead." you said sheepishly. "do you not like me? you seem a bit distant." a small frown tugged at his lips. you felt a knot form in your stomach as kunigami's question hung in the air, lingering like a heavy cloud. his auburn eyes stared into yours. "no, it's not that I don't like you," you replied hastily, your words stumbling over eachother. "i mean, you're a great partner and all. it's just…uhm…nevermind."

you busied yourself with your laptop, pretending to focus on the project while desperately trying to avoid kunigami's penetrating gaze. but despite your efforts to push him away, you couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that gnawed at your conscience. kunigami sighed, but you could feel his expression softening. "it’s fine if you don’t want to say anything," he said gently, his voice was reassuring. "didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything, just making sure things are cool with us." you nodded, glad that he didn't outright hate you.

you continued working on the project, there was a lingering tension in the air. but something about it felt different, it was intense yet comforting at the same time. you couldn't help but steal a quick few glances at him. you noticed the way he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he typed on his own laptop. his hands swiftly navigating the keyboard. but you quickly realized you'd been staring too long and looked away, a blush tinting your cheeks.

the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the familiar path you took home every day, but today, something felt different. as you prepared to make your way home, a voice broke through the ambient noise, pulling you from your thoughts. turning around, you were met with the sight of kunigami jogging towards you, his features softened by a small smile that seemed to light up his face.

"hey, l/n," his voice, calm and inviting, reached your ears, surprising you with its warmth. "mind if I walk you home?" his words hung in the air, unexpected yet strangely welcomed, sending a flutter of anticipation through you. your cheeks flushed with warmth at the unexpected offer, caught off guard by kunigami's gesture. after a brief moment of hesitation, you nodded, a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling up inside you.

with each step, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves overhead and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps. the occasional brush of your arms sent a thrill down your spine. you stole glances at kunigami, wanting to bridge the silence with conversation but finding yourself at a loss for words.

eventually, you couldn't contain the restless thoughts swirling in your mind any longer. fidgeting with your hands, you finally broke the silence with a hesitant apology. "uh...sorry if i seemed distant. i just get nervous pretty quickly..." your words hung in the air, tinged with uncertainty. kunigami's response was reassuring, his understanding demeanor easing the tension that had coiled in your chest. "it's no worries, i totally understand," he reassured, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves. "but just so you know, you don't have to feel nervous around me. we're partners, right? and… friends, maybe?" his words held some hope, a glimmer of possibility that stirred something within you.

with a small smile, you nodded in agreement, the weight of his offer settling comfortably in your heart. "yeah, friends," you replied with a soft smile. the conversation flowed effortlessly between you. before you knew it, you had reached your doorstep, the realization of parting bringing a twinge of reluctance.

"i'll give you my number if you want to work on the project together or even hang out," he offered, blinking in surprise, you processed his offer before accepting with a nod of gratitude. "what? uh, yeah! sure..." your voice trailed off, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you handed him your phone, eager to exchange contact information.

as kunigami inputted his number into your phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. with a final wave goodbye, he disappeared down the path, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the screen displaying his contact details. you sunk onto the couch, you stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, the weight of possibility settling over you like a comforting blanket. it was like a dream.

the next day had a more comfortable atmosphere. you found yourself working really well with him. you tried not to show that you were still giddy from getting his number. it was like a dream. you totally scored! “did you find anything for slide 5?” you asked, trying to ease your mind, “uh, not yet. i’ll get on it after i finish this real quick.”

you continued working on the project, every now and then, you took quick glances at kunigami, who seemed engrossed in his own task. kunigami would ask for your input on certain aspects, and you found yourself opening up more, expressing your ideas and thoughts. you admired him, not just for his intellect and dedication to the project, but also for his patience and understanding towards you.

eventually, as the class drew to a close, you both managed to finish a good amount of the project. with a sigh of relief, you leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. kunigami turned towards you with a smile, a genuine one that reached his eyes. "thanks for your help, l/n. i don't think i could've done it without you," he said sincerely, breaking the tension that had been lingering between you two. you couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "no problem, kunigami. we make a pretty good team," you replied, genuinely meaning it.

you left the class satisfied with the work you completed. you thought about what you'd do next. as you left the class, the weight of the day's interactions lingered in your mind. you couldn't deny the chemistry you had with kunigami, despite the initial awkwardness, there was an ease when you two interacted. you walked down the hallway, lost in thought, you heard someone calling your name. turning around, you saw kunigami walking up to you, a friendly look on his face.

"hey, l/n, wait up!" he called out, his voice carrying over the bustling noise of the hallway. you slowed your pace, waiting for him to catch up. "hey, kunigami," you greeted, "what's up?" he walked beside you, hands in his pockets. "just thinking. the deadline for the project is pretty near and we might not finish it by then, you mind grabbing some coffee or something and working there?" you could barely contain your excitement. "yeah, sounds good. this weekend sound good?" he nodded before saying "great, i know a good café nearby that we can go to."

the weekend came by quicker than you expected and the deadline was wednesday. you put on a casual outfit and started to go to the café's address. you nervously adjusted the strap of your bag and kept checking it if you forgot anything. soon, you found yourself standing outside the café, kunigami already there. "glad you could make it, l/n" he greeted, "let's get started, hm?" you nodded before you two settled in a cozy corner booth.

the two of you wasted no time getting started. only after a few minutes papers and other things were sprawled all over the table and you two were locked in. you saw how he was always intensely focused whenever he worked on things. you admired it. the way he always did things so effortlessly...he definitely wasn't some jock, that's what. you told yourself that over and over again, it made you feel slightly guilty of your initial thought of him. you shook those thoughts out of your head though as you had to focus on the project. you couldn't let him do all the work, could you?

soon hours passed by, but they seemed like mere minutes when you were with him. kunigami made time pass by fast, and you two finished a good chunk of work. sure, there was a lot more to do, but it was still a decent amount. you laughed at his jokes, sure, they were a bit corny, nonetheless they still made you chuckle. you found yourself opening up to him slowly, you talked about small bits of your childhood, some stories, your family. he seemed to actually enjoy listening to you too. he shared some things about him as well. things seemed to be easing up between you and kunigami, and it felt nice. yet, you two had to go home at some point. so you waved goodbye and made your way back home.

all night you thought about your day, but it was mostly about kunigami. it made you a bit frustrated on how much you unwillingly thought about him. it was like he haunted your every waking. you thought about his smile, his personality, how he looked, pretty much every aspect of him. it kept you up at night. you really tried to stop it but you were unable to. that didn't stop you from acting like a middle school girl with a crush though. honestly, it was kinda pathetic.

you were helping one of the teachers when you spotted him. there he was. kunigami and his circle of friends. he seemed to radiate, in a sense, it drew your attention like a magnet. you caught his eye for a brief moment, and he flashed you a warm smile, causing your heart to flutter rapidly. you quickly averted your gaze, feeling a blush that you couldnt hide creep up your cheeks. what was happening to you? why were you so affected by his simple gesture? you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, and focused on grabbing the stuff out of your locker.

with a sigh, you closed your locker and headed to your next class. you remembered that you needed to work on the art and drawings of the physical part of the assignment. the presentation was nearly done, you only had to work on the tri-fold. you were more than happy to do them, but presenting them was a different story. you were sketching the drawings on a piece of paper, but none of them felt right. you were about to scrap what felt like the 100th drawing when kunigami sat next to you. "something wrong? you look a bit stressed" he asked as he looked at you with concern.

"it's just...i can't seem to get these drawings right." you looked down at the paper with a slight frown, "how about you try drawing a different angle of it? the proportions seem a bit off when drawn like this." he suggested, leaning in to get a better look. the proximity made your heart race, you could faintly smell his shampoo, a fresh, citrusy scent lingered in the air. "uh...yeah. maybe that's what i need..." you replied, unable to focus on anything but how close you were.

with his help, you managed to create a set of drawings that you both were satisfied by. "you're amazing, l/n! they're really great." he said in awe as he looked at the drawings. "you think so?" you felt a bit shy from the compliment, "of course i do, you're super talented." kunigami replied genuinely. the praise made a wave of euphoria rush through you and you felt a sense of pride in your work. for the rest of the class, you two goofed off. since there was little left to finish you two had the freedom to. "hey, how about tomorrow we meet up in the library after school? we can make final alterations there." he recommended. "sounds great.

the next day came by quicker than you thought, you practically spent the whole day trying to avoid him, but it seemed like fate had other plans. you walked into the library, looking around until you spotted him. kunigami was already waiting for you. "great, you're here. let's make the finishing touches, shall we?" he greeted, and gestured for you to take the seat in front of him. you nodded and settled yourself into the seat, hoping everything was perfect.

you were fixing up the drawings on the tri-fold when a thought crossed your mind. what if everyone made fun of you? what if they hated the drawings? you started doubting your abilities as you stared at the drawings.. you were fidgeting with your hands before kunigami said something, “you nervous?” he asked, you nodded in return, “i’m sure you’ll be fine, don’t sweat it.” kunigami beamed before patting your back reassuringly. a light tint of pink dusted your face, but you ignored it.

every time he glanced at you, your stomach did flips. you often looked at kunigami out of the corner of your eye when you thought he wasn't looking, studying the curve of his jawline, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. it was like noticing the details of a masterpiece for the first time, and you couldn't tear your gaze away. to you, kunigami felt like a muse, an abstract piece that you couldn't understand at first glance. you needed to know more.

"kunigami?" your voice squeaked a bit. he turned to you signaling he was paying attention. "you think....we're gonna do good?'" kunigami's gaze softened as he met your eyes, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "absolutely, l/n," he replied, his voice filled with confidence. "we've put in a lot of hard work and dedication into this project. i have no doubt that we're going to do great." you looked hesitant for a moment before nodding, "…yeah, we'll do great." you seemed to be reassuring yourself more than him.

the presentation day approached way too fast for your liking. the night before, you barely got a wink of sleep thinking about presenting. it was horrible. when you arrived at school, it didn't get any better. you felt jittery and on edge. you checked your bag, adjusted the strap, checked the time. you tried running lines in your head but everything went blank. not good, so not good. what if you two got a bad grade? and it was because of you? all these thoughts rushed to your head. a knot formed in your stomach and you felt sick.

you walked to class each step your heart pounded in your ears louder and louder. the weight on your shoulders felt heavy. you opened the door, your hands shaking. you saw kunigami in the classroom. he waved you over, but he seemed to realize something was wrong. "something wrong? are you feeling nervous?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "it's just— i don't know...i can't help it." you admitted, unable to meet his eye. "even if we did do all of this hard work, i just can't seem to control my nerves..." you sighed in defeat. your mouth felt dry and there was a lump in your throat.

you kept looking at the ground until you felt his hands on your shoulders. kunigami's touch was surprisingly comforting, his warm hands grounding you in the moment. "it's okay to feel nervous," he reassured softly, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. "but remember, we've prepared for this. we've worked hard together, and whatever happens, we'll face it together, alright?" something about his voice drew you to look up at him. and it gave you the tiniest, smallest bit of confidence that you needed. "...right,"

"thanks for helping me—" it was then when you snapped out of your thoughts and you realized he was still holding your shoulders. still stupidly close. that familiar scent of citrus filled your senses. you took a moment to gather your thoughts, time felt like it stood still. the world around you faded into the background as you locked eyes with him. you admired his features for what? the hundredth time? he seemed to realize that he was still holding your shoulders too, as he let go with a faint reddish hue to his face.

"yeah, it's nothing." kunigami said as he averted your gaze. you two gathered your composure and sat down, you couldn't shake off that warm feel of his hands though. that was quickly interrupted though as the teacher randomly called a random pair to present. someone was testing you, because it had to be your pair. you cursed under your breath and stood up shakily, slowly walking to the front with presentation in hand.

you looked at everyone, their gazes fixed on you. you felt their eyes stare into your very existence, waiting for you to say something and mess up. you glanced at kunigami, he was already looking at you. he made a 'go on, i believe in you' face. you gulped and decided to suck it up.

your voice started off shaky, but it slowly turned out to be steady as you continued. you found a rhythm that worked and you spoke more loudly and confidently. soon, kunigami chimed in and took it from there temporarily. the hours spent researching and working on this project really paid off, as the class seemed interested in what you had to say. the teacher made a few satisfying looks as she typed on her laptop, writing notes and grading.

after a lot of talking and questions, you were done with the presentation. you stood there a bit shocked when everyone clapped for you and made small, positive comments. you exchanged looks at kunigami and he seemed proud. "you did great, i told you you could do it," he nudged you. "...yeah. sorry for ever doubting us." you said lightheartedly.

you two made it back to your seats, after a bit of hesitation and thinking you said something, "hey, do you...want to meet in the library after school friday?" you whispered to him, not wanting to get into trouble. "oh? what for? we got another presentation?" he asked jokingly. "no, it's something else," you chuckled, "just...to hangout, and uh, stuff." you tried making an excuse. really, you wanted to spend time with him. maybe even confess your feelings, but you weren't quite ready to admit that yet. kunigami's expression softened into a warm smile, and he nodded eagerly. "yeah, that sounds great. i'd love to hang out," he replied, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. "let me know the time, and i'll be there."

maybe this was your chance to get to know him better outside of school. "awesome, i'll text you the details later," you said, trying to play it cool. as the day went on, you couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement from the successful presentation and kunigami's agreement to hang out. the thought of spending more time with him made your heart flutter. you found it hard to concentrate on your other classes, your mind wandering to what your hangout could result in.

friday came, and you waited in the library for kunigami. you were stuck thinking if you were actually going to confess or not. you were probably going to make a complete fool out of yourself, but something in you nagged that you always ran away from things. maybe you should go through with this, just say it, as simple as that...but you were totally panicking. if he said yes, it would be totally awesome, but if he said no, you'd actually never show your face at school again. so you were stuck, then a genius idea came to mind. flip a coin. yeah, that would decide what would happen.

'heads for yes, tails for no' you said to yourself. you kinda hoped it would be tails, but luck seemed to hate you and you got heads. 'oh screw it, what's the worst that can happen?' you thought. you were zoned out when you saw a familiar sight of orange walking in. "sorry i'm late, i had some things to do" kunigami rubbed the back of his head. "no worries i just got here anyways..." you fidgeted with your hands. he took the seat in front of you. and for a bit, you talked casually, until you decided to spill it out.

your heart raced as you summoned the courage to speak the words that had been weighing heavily on your mind. "kunigami?" you began, "yeah?" he responded, turning his attention to you with a curious expression. "i know this is kinda random, but…" you trailed off, feeling a flush creeping up your neck. "but i like you, i think—" you mumbled "no, i know i like you...you're like really cool, and nice, and it's kinda like— i don't know..." you sighed, your words sounded like nonsense.

"please just wait for me...until i can actually say it without just— just messing up so much" you continued, squeezing your eyes shut. your face felt hot and you didn't know what to say anymore until you felt a familiar warmth on your hands. the feeling making your eyes open to look at him.

he had the same expression as always. yet, he looked a bit awkward, "sorry if i seem uncomfortable, i can't take compliments that well, it's not your fault." he chuckled nervously as he rubbed circles on your hand, "but really, it's fine. i'll wait for you, for however long you need," kunigami paused, "what i'm saying is, i like you too." you stared at him, shocked. "really?" your voice was barely above a whisper. "yeah. so, confess to me again when you're ready, alright?" it all felt like a dream to you, was this real? "alright" you said, this time more confident.

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Let’s make some music Smut version

Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: As a singer, Pedro has been your biggest fan and after some ‘inspiration’ you’ve got just the right idea to surprise him with

Warnings: reader gets picked up quick, SMUT, sensual and intimate sex, oral (M/F receiving), creampie, no condom (Don’t do this, please!), petnames, begging, fluffy sex, love bombing and probably more smut related things

Words: 4,2K

A/N: I’m not Spanish but tried to make it work with translation so if there are any mistakes, I’m very sorry. Also, I was a bit high when I wrote this so there are probably some mistakes

Let’s make some music Smut version

You were an upcoming artist. You’ve worked in the movie industry as a second director for tv shows and movies. That’s how you met your boyfriend Pedro. But you wanted more. You really liked the idea of making music and produce it. Your current genre was R&B and female empowerment type of music. The type of music to get your feminine side more to the front. Think of the music of SZA, Yaya bey, Jhené Aiko and many more great artists like them. That was the genre you went to, the high vibrational music.

So here you were, in your own make shift studio to record an album and Pedro kept fishing to hear something, extremely curious as to what you made of it. You told him that after finishing your first song, he would be the first to hear it and he couldn’t contain his excitement. And that moment was now. You were beyond nervous and considered just stopping because it scared you so much. Pedro never heard you really sing, at least not like this.

You walked nervously into the garden, where Pedro was sitting in a chair, in the sun, reading his script. You walked up to him and he looked up from hearing you. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you and immediately smiled. He put the script away for a sec and hinted for you to sit on his lap. His arms around you as he peppered your face with kisses, making you giggle. “I finished the song… You want to hear it?” you asked him nervously and he picked up on your nerves but his eyes lit up like nothing before as excitement took over. “Of course! I can’t wait to hear it! Let’s go!” he told you excitingly and it helped with your nerves. You stood up with Pedro and before you could move, his hands were on your waist. “But first, give me a kiss sweetheart.” You smiled and kissed him tenderly.

You held his hand and led him into your studio. You sat him down in the chair and Pedro hinted again to sit in his lap, which you gladly did. You sat sideways on his lap, your knees up while he drew circles with his finger on your knee and on your back. He couldn’t stop smiling and you played the song.

You felt your nerves go up but the moment Pedro’s eyes started lighting up even more and looked with the utter most adoration at you. “Baby…. This…. this is amazing!” he told you halfway through the song and the best part was still to come. You started smiling as well and felt flustered the way Pedro looked at you in complete awe. The moment that the best part came, Pedro was blown away by your talent. “Oh my god…. Look… You are already a goddess, empowered woman but this…. This is just high vibrational goddess energy and when I thought, I couldn’t love you more, you keep surprising me! I love you so much and this song…. Please make an album, I’m begging you!” he told the last part whining as a joke, making you laugh. You felt so moved by Pedro’s words and that was all the encouragement you needed, because if he didn’t like it, he would be honest with you. “No but I’m serious. This really is amazing and you have so much potential and talent. You need to shine your light and you do that by this music. Release this song and then make an album because this is going to bring you places you’ve never thought of. It’s amazing Y/N and I mean that. I have the upmost adoration for you and I’m your biggest fan!” You felt flustered and shy from his words.

“Thank you Pedge. I never could’ve done this without your support!” Pedro chuckled. “You deserve to be seen. The light you radiate is helping people and I’m sure that this song, is going make people feel really good. Trust me!” You smiled and cupped his cheeks lovingly. Your thumb softly rubbing his cheek as he blushed. You put your lips lovingly on his. Pedro moved you so your legs were on both sides, chest to chest while the kiss deepened and got more heated by the moment. He got out of the kiss for a moment and looked at you with blown pupils. “I love you.” he told you and you felt your heart softly melt. He kissed you again and it was so sensual this time. Pedro cupped your cheek softly, his other hand on your lower back, pushing you closer to his body. Your lips felt raw from the sensual kiss. You softly bit his lip and at that moment Pedro pushed you even closer to his body, making you softly grind on his lap and he deepened the kiss, moaning into your mouth. You felt high by the electricity, your whole body covered in goosebumps because of the effect he had on you, how sensual he was with you.

“Let’s get you to the couch baby, I’m hungry.” He told you, voice husk. You chuckled and kissed him again. Pedro stood up, his hands underneath your ass as he carried you to the couch in your studio, music still playing softly in the background.

He laid you down on the couch gently and hang above you. He looked into your eyes and it was all so sensual and erotic that it made your head spin and feel like you were high. His hand was placed next to your body, holding himself up as his other hand teased your body by stroking it with his fingertips, giving you even more goosebumps. His hand came back to your cheek. The back of his fingers went softly over your cheek, to your neck and collarbone. Before he softly kissed your neck, giving it some pecks before he softly sucked your spot. You let out a shaky breath and went with your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him even closer. You needed his body to touch yours so you arched your back so your body would gaze over his own.

Pedro noticed your neediness and lowered his body and softly grinded against your body. Escaped moans left your lips from the high tension and the sensation Pedro gave you while he still sucked on your sweet spot in your neck. Until he stopped, making you frown. “Get your clothes off baby.” You were quick to do what he asked, while he got out of his own clothes and helped you to get the t-shirt over your head.. When you were left in your lingerie and Pedro’s hands caressed your waist, pulling you closer to his own body. The warmth radiating from his body to yours, made you yearn for more.

The lights from the salt lamps illuminated his face and body in a perfect way, leaving you mesmerized by the man in front of you. Pedro connected your lips again and softly pushed you down again, laying you on your back. Pedro pushed your legs a bit up so he could lay in between them. His large hands softly going over your soft skin of your legs and placed a quick kiss on your knee before he kissed your thigh, your leg over his shoulder. He made his way up with his lips, keeping eye contact with you. He pulled your lingerie off and didn’t even give you time to get ready because his tongue was already connected to your pussy. You arched your back from the sudden but good sensation. His tongue digging deeper into you before he gave your clit attention. You tried to keep your moans in and buried your fingers in his hair. “Don’t keep it in. I want to hear you mi amor.” He told you but whimpers and whines already escaped your throat. You pushed your hips up so you could grind against his face. Pedro had a smirk and continued to suck your clit and swirl his tongue around as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You felt the high sensation coming closer and Pedro noticed it too. His tongue in your pussy again. He got your other leg and put it over his shoulder as well. His hand grasping yours and linked your fingers through his and let it rest on your stomach. His other fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh and he merciless started to eat you out. The sounds your pussy made, felt illegal to say the least. “Come on, give it to me baby.” he murmured while still, eating you out. You felt the rush of ecstasy wash over you and your tensed every muscles you had.

“Breath honey” You were so lost in the feeling that you didn’t noticed that you stopped breathing. You took a gasp of air and your limbs started to shake. You gasped for air and Pedro smirked as he ate you through your orgasm, knowing that he could give you, quite literally, a breath taking orgasm. If you’d ask him what was the most beautiful thing he ever saw, he would answer: You, through an orgasm. Of course he wouldn’t say that to the public but it was true. You, in a orgasm, was the most gorgeous thing, he ever laid his eyes on.

Pedro got away from your pussy and hang above you again. His brown eyes, piercing through yours. He adored your face for a second and kissed you softly while you were still out of breath. You carefully sat up and placed your hands on his chest, carefully pushing him down. “your turn.” You told him and cupped him over his underwear. He was already rock hard from eating you out. You rubbed your hand up and down until you took his underwear off. Your hand slowly going over his shaft. Pedro let his head fall down with a groan. Your tongue started beneath and you slowly made your way up. You heard Pedro groan and, this time, you had smirk. Knowing that you could make him feel just as good as he made you feel.

You took his cock in your mouth and stopped teasing him. His hand in your hair, keeping it in a ponytail. You weren’t even trying to be decent with sucking his cock. You made a mess and Pedro shamelessly loved it, taking him in good. Your hand cupping his balls. Pedro moaned above you and you looked at him with lust in your eyes. “Oh my god baby.” he told you as he made eye contact and let his head fall back, his hand over his face while you violently bopped your head. Pedro stopped you “I need to be inside of you NOW.” He laid you down and crawled between your legs again, his lips leaving kisses on your stomach, breast and took in a nipple, sucking it gently while his other hand massaged your other breast. Your hand going through his hair and you pushed your hips up again so you could feel his naked body against yours. His lips started sucking the sweet spot in your neck. You moaned out and felt yourself getting even more wetter by the second. You took his cock in your hand and guided it to your pussy. Pedro cupped your cheek and the moment he felt his cock against your entrance, he stopped sucking your neck and made eye contact. You guided him in slowly and you felt yourself getting more stuffed by the second. Pedro focusing on the features of your face. He pushed his hips carefully forward and pushed his cock all the way in. He gave you a minute to get used to his size. Pedro brushed his nose against yours and connected your lips in a sensual kiss. He moved his hips carefully, his cock going in and out of you while he kept kissing you.

“estas bien cariño? (Are you okay sweetheart?)” You hummed and nodded, you grinded your hips slightly. Pedro had the pace torturously slow and it drove you wild and made you needy in a sec. “Deeper” you whined. Pedro placed his hands on your hips and pushed them up so he could go deeper. He still kept his pace slow “Please, Papi.” That was the thing that drove Pedro, when you talked dirty in Spanish. Pedro picked up his pace, pounding into you but still kept it sensual.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck. His arms around you, keeping your body tightly against his own. Your arms around him as well “Te amo. Te amo mucho.” He kept repeating in your air between rigid breaths. His hot breath against your skin and you felt yourself grow closer again. All of your sensation were overwhelmed by the feeling Pedro gave you. It was intoxicating. You squeezed your walls and Pedro moaned out in reaction, his arms tightening around you. “I’m not going to hold it longer if you grab me like that, mama.” He told you. “I need it” you whimpered out and grinded on his cock, deep buried inside of you. “Come in me, papi.” Pedro groaned out and you started, seeing stars, coming hard on his cock, which you clenched. Pedro couldn’t hold it in any longer and came the same time as you. You felt him fill you up, milking him out completely. You squeezed even more when you heard Pedro moan and groan in your neck.

Pedro collapsed on you and rolled off of you. heavily breathing and both covered in sweat. Pedro’s hair sticked to his forehead and you softly went with your hand through his damp hair. The windows a bit condensed because of the heat of earlier. You laid down on Pedro’s chest, your fingers softly drawing circles on his bare chest. His arms lazily draped over your naked body as he softly stroke your spine with his fingertips. He tucked the blanket more up so you wouldn’t get cold and kissed the top of your head. You looked up, your eyes meeting his brown, loving and kind eyes. You connected your lips to his, needing him closer. Pedro cupped your cheeks and kissed you back, still a bit out of breath. “You okay mi amor?” Pedro asked you softly. You nodded and looked at him with a lazy smile. “Yeah, just tired.” You told him and Pedro looked with adoration at you. “Let’s get cleaned up and get you into bed.” He told you, sitting carefully up, with you in his arms. You hummed in content. Pedro gathered the clothes and gave you your shirt quickly. You put it back on and Pedro wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

Pedro guided you to the bedroom. He sat you down on the bed for a sec since your legs were still wobbly. He walked to the bathroom to turn the hot water on for a warm bath. He put all the nice things into the bathtub that you loved. Some oil that smelled nice, bath salt, bath bomb, just anything that made you feel good.

“I’ll be right back, Cariño” you nodded as he walked downstairs. You heard the water filling up the bathtub and Pedro was back in no time with a bottle of wine and two glasses and some strawberries. He smiled lovingly at you. “Come on baby girl” he nodded to the bathroom. You stood up and Pedro immediately threw an arm around your shoulder, wanting you near.

When you arrived into the bathroom, you saw that he had lit the candles, put the fresh, clean robes down, soft music playing in the background and you immediately felt peace. “Thank you Pedge.” Pedro placed his fingers underneath your chin, grabbing it slightly and gave you a kiss. “Anything for you, mi amor”.

Pedro helped you first to take of your shirt and underwear and quickly took off his ‘remaining’ clothes. Pedro stepped in first in the bathtub, holding your hand and guided you with his help into the bathtub. Once you were in, Pedro sat down and helped you sit down as well, making sure you wouldn’t slip. You leaned your back against his chest, the warmth of the bath and Pedro’s chest was enough to make you visibly relax into the man you loved so much.

His arm around your shoulder, keeping you close while he poured the wine in the glasses with his other hand. He handed you your glass of wine and poured one for himself. You leaned more back against Pedro and absolutely enjoyed this attention and love to the max. It seemed Pedro wanted and needed you just as much as you needed him right now. Just want to be around each other, never losing physical contact. He needed to hold you close right now and you needed to be held. You slouched more against his chest and now both arms were around your body.

“I love you so much Pedge.” You told him with your eyes closed, enjoying the contact. Pedro couldn’t contain the smile that you brought to his face. His eyes slightly watering. “Baby, I love you so much. You have no idea.” He told you and let his lips rest on your head. You softly rubbed his arm that was around your body, your hand going over his that held you around your waist. Pedro turned his hand over and took it in his, linking your fingers linking through each other. You heard the rain getting more violent as it splattered on the windows, thunder in the distance and you felt almost high from how relaxed you were. You sipped your wine and Pedro let go of your hand, going softly over your arms with his fingertips, sending more goosebumps over your body as he moved up.

His hands landed gently on your shoulders as he started to massage the knots out of your muscles. You let out a soft content hum which made Pedro softly smile, knowing that his mission was successful. He even started to massage your head, releasing it from all stress that might be on your mind. You felt groggy and would almost fall asleep if Pedro didn’t spoke up “Let’s get you out and let me give you a proper massage.” He told you and you felt spoiled.

“You don’t have to do that Pedge.” He chuckled. “Cariño, lo quiero” (Darling, I want to) He mumbled softly into your ear. Pedro slowly taught you some Spanish and you smiled upon hearing him speak it. “Entonces está bien” (Then it’s okay) You softly hummed back and Pedro lit up hearing you speak Spanish. “me gusta cuando hablas español” (I like it when you speak Spanish). He softly murmured in your ear, his lips gazing your ear as he confessed. That’s when you got the idea. Make a song for Pedro. The thought of surprising Pedro with a partly Spanish song was what made your heart skip a beat and couldn’t wait to jump back into the studio but right now, it was time to relax. Tomorrow, you’ll go to the studio to record and make a new song. Dedicated to Pedro. You smiled at the idea.

You moved a bit so Pedro could get out of the tub. He placed a towel around his waist before taking your hand, helping you out and wrapping a towel around your body. Pedro carefully placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. Your arms were around him. The urge to feel him closer taking over, not even trying to resist it. You were pretty clingy after sex and Pedro knew that and he would give you everything you needed with love, not minding it one bit that you got clingy. In the contrary even, those were the moments that felt (and was) the most intimate between the two of you and he loved that he got to see a side of you, that nobody else could. It was a sign that you were so comfortable and safe around him that you could show your vulnerable side.

While you were getting dried up, Pedro put his underwear on and led you to the bedroom. He put the soft warm light on and placed a towel on the bed for the oil. You unwrapped the towel and laid down on your stomach. Pedro placed the towel a bit over your butt and legs so you wouldn’t get very cold. He got the lavender oil and made sure to use enough for your skin as well. He sat a bit on your butt so he could give you a proper massage and you were totally fine with that. Pedro loved, and was so proud of you that you learned to accept his care and give it completely to him. He made sure to create the safest and comfortable environment that he could for you and he was doing a pretty good damn job at that.

Pedro rubbed his hands so they were a bit warmer and softly started to rub the oil onto your skin and started off slowly with the massage. You felt yourself completely relax. When he went to your shoulders and neck (where the most pain was) he placed more pressure. You let out a low groan “You okay mama?” he asked you gently, knowing that it hurts a bit but he had to go through that in order for you to feel better eventually and you knew it. You nodded “Yeah, just keep going.” You murmured out a bit from the stinging pain. “Okay, if you want me to stop, you tell me okay, baby girl?” you let out a soft yes and he continued. The worst part was over finally and you started to relax more. You focused on Pedro’s warm hands rubbing your body and the rain heavily ticking on the window.

Pedro slowly started to make an end to the massage, his fingers releasing the pressure on your muscles until he softly went with his hands over your back. “You’re okay now, Cariño.” He got carefully off of you and walked to the closet to give you a shirt of him. You sat up and Pedro was by your side in a sec. “Don’t get up to quick princesa. I don’t want you to get dizzy.” He told you softly and helped you with his shirt. “So your muscles keep warm.” He told you when he saw you looking confused. (You always slept naked). You nodded and Pedro helped you stand up and opened the covers for you to crawl under. You felt so relaxed and warm that the fuzzy feeling was at full capacity right now. You laid down on your side, facing towards Pedro’s side, waiting for him to get in. Your eyes following his every move. Pedro noticed and smiled at how extra clingy, soft and fuzzy you radiated.

Finally he crawled in and you immediately crawled against him. Pedro let out a chuckle and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. “You’re extra clingy today, is everything alright baby girl?” Pedro softly asked you and you felt guilt and a bit of shame crawl over you. “Sorry..” you whispered out and Pedro leaned back so he could look at you. You were unable to make eye contact until Pedro softly cupped your cheek and his pinky underneath your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes so kind, you could drown in them. “Don’t ever say sorry for that. I love it when you are clingy. Means I get to take care of you. These moments are my favorite because you let me completely in. I just want to make sure that you’re okay.” You felt relieved and smiled softly. “Yeah, I just… I don’t know it’s stupid.” You chuckled a bit feeling silly. “Hey, look at me. It’s not stupid. Tell me.” You shifted a bit in his arms so you laid down on his chest. Your chin resting on your arm while looking up at him. “I don’t know, I just want you closer. Just want to be enveloped by you…” Pedro smiled and pulled you closer. “I can do that. And I feel the same. Just want to be with you, touch you. I love you so much.” He told you with a soft smile, his eyes radiating so much adoration for you that it made you feel giggly. You smiled and felt flustered. “I love you too Pedge. I can’t imagine a life without you.” you told him honestly. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled and felt relieved. You hugged him tighter and whished each other goodnight and fell asleep into each other’s embrace.

Part 2

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shaniacsboogara · 7 days

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i think a lot of things i agree with are already being said about watcher tv, so instead of focusing on those, i'm going to try to highlight things i think need to be reiterated or haven't been discussed enough.

first of all, i've been a fan of watcher's content for a long time. i followed shane and ryan over to the network after unsolved ended, and since then have made a TON of incredible friends and memories because of their shows. to anyone at watcher reading this, i really hope you're doing alright. thank you for everything you've done to foster this incredible community. and to anyone here in tumblr who's followed me for my watcher content or to any of my mutuals, i hope you're doing as well as you can. drink some water, get outside, and make sure you're getting enough sleep. this has been a rough time for a lot of us, and understandably so.

obviously, watcher tv is a massive change, and everyone who feels upset or disappointed is extremely valid in feeling that way. however, the calibre of hate being sent to the watcher crew is kind of horrific. yes, this could turn out to be a bad business decision for them, but that does make them evil morally bankrupt capitalists who never actually cared about their fanbase in the first place??? honestly, i think this type of commentary is doing a disservice to everyone who's trying to discuss this situation from a genuine analytical standpoint. not only that, but these are real people??? sure, they're on the internet and have probably had people send hate comments their way before, but as a community there are so many more productive things we could be doing instead of tearing down the folks over at watcher.

it is disheartening for content you've enjoyed to suddenly be locked behind a paywall, especially if it's not something you'll be able to afford. i've seen a lot of people emphasizing that artists should be compensated for their art, and i think that definitely applies here, but that doesn't mean people don't have a right to be upset. the fandom community we've built here on tumblr is incredible, it's brought so many people together and overall been so positive, fun, and welcoming to be a part of, so it's understandable that a change threatening the stability of that fanspace would make people upset. i'm not happy about the possibility of the watcher fandom dissipating after this announcement, but i think it's highly likely. watcher TV has created a divide in the fandom, and no matter what it looks like after this is over, it won't be the same. what's going to happen when most people can't access watcher content anymore??? no matter what happens, being in this fandom was absolutely incredible while it lasted.

what's my overall take on the situation??? i don't know how this will turn out for them, i'm not sure the announcement was carried out in the best way (it was hyped up in a way i don't think it should've been, a slower lead up to this could've made it more digestible), i'm sad that a lot of people won't be able to enjoy content that used to mean so much to them, but if this is a business move they think they need to make, then think i understand that. i'm no business expert, i have no idea how this will work out, but i'm absolutely not manifesting their downfall. i think it's very important to discuss this in a civil manner, to critique and analyze the effects of this situation on both the community and the company, but letting that turn into blatant hate and threats to watcher employees is WAY TOO FAR.

these are just some of my thoughts. if you want me to clarify anything or know my thoughts on specific aspects of this situation, please don't be afraid to ask!!! my only request is that this post doesn't turn into a vessel for hating on anyone, whether that be watcher or anyone posting about the situation.

#there's also something to be said about the effects of parasocial relationships on this whole situation #watcher

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cherry-velvet-skies · 9 months

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Strawberry Lemonade

Gardener!George Harrison × GN!Reader

Genre: About as close as it can get to smut without there actually being any sex

Warnings: Heavy makeout session, lotsa hickies, and a bit of a spit kink but who's counting, eh?

Words: 2.3k

Summary: 1971 era; Reader hires George as a gardener and quickly falls in love with him (Reader is wearing a dress but gender is unspecified)

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You had been trying to get closer with him for several days now. He was always busy working. After all, he was technically working for you.

To be fair, you had hired a gardener, and you didn't know what, or rather who, to expect. Although, had you been given a selection based on appearance, you would have gladly chosen him anyway.

There was something about him that was positively alluring. You thought he was so handsome. And in the three Saturdays he had been working in your backyard, all you managed to find out about him was his name. George.

George looked like your typical gardener, with his scruffy hair and worn out denim, his only focus being his craft. In all honesty, your favorite thing about his appearance was how little he cared for it. He had no desire to be neat. He found beauty in the natural world.

You enjoyed staying with George while he worked. He didn't seem to mind either. He loved telling you all kinds of things about each type of flower, such as where they originated from and which ones could be used for natural remedies in certain teas, soups, and medicines. You didn't even have to ask any questions. He was just ready and willing to share the information, which benefited you as you were still too shy to say much to him. His extensive knowledge was undoubtedly adorable. When you saw how excited he got every time he told you a fun fact, it only made you want to extend the conversation.

You loved George's voice. The way he spoke, slow and sultry, was so calculated in the best possible way. Every word he said was uttered with meaningful intent. He never spoke just to speak. He always spoke to connect. You noticed George licked his lips a lot when he spoke. You weren't sure if it was just a quirk, a nervous habit, or a flirtation technique.

Your fascination with him began on his first Saturday of coming to work. He noticed the rather large section of orange lilies in the center of your garden, acknowledging them as being your favorite. Before he left, he handed you a singular petal from said flower that had fallen off, placing it in the front pocket of the creamsicle colored dress you were wearing. After closing the gate behind him, he turned to look at you one last time.

“Orange is my favorite color, too.”

You allowed George to decorate the garden however he wished, which he was immensely appreciative of. If he felt that certain flowers looked better beside each other, or grew better in certain types of soil, who were you to oppose his artistic vision?

On this particular day, you had chosen to stay on the patio while he worked. You had prepared a plate of fresh strawberries, but knew that fruit could attract bugs that might eat your flowers. You had paired it with a tall glass of lemonade, and as you sat down, you questioned your decision. It was a particularly warm day, and George had already been working for a while. You thought he could use a refreshment too, or at least maybe some company.

Careful not to startle him, you walked over and offered him the glass of lemonade. Looking up at you, he smiled and reached for the cup, his gloves leaving a trace of fresh soil along the bottom. You thought it was quite endearing. You admired the way the short, dark brown hairs of his mustache grazed the top of the straw.

After taking a single sip, he handed the glass back to you, smiled again and went back to work. You figured maybe he wasn't thirsty, so you returned the cup to the patio table. Instead, you plucked a single strawberry from the plate and offered him that as well. He hesitated before taking it, but decided to accept it, removing his left glove so as not to dirty your hand. The way George’s fingertips brushed your palm when he reached for the berry made you shiver, but you tried not to show it. You think he still noticed.

He ate the small fruit in one bite, leaving only the piece with the leaves. Seeing that a few seeds were still left on the tip, he moved to the edge of the garden, scooped out a small patch of dirt, and placed the fruit inside, covering it up. You looked down, accepting the fact that you owned a strawberry bush now.

You turned to walk back to the patio again, but he motioned towards the large tree next to where he was working.

"You can stay." His voice was almost a whisper. "I don't mind."

You fetched your snack from the table and sat down against the tree without a second thought. You knew you were going to have dirt all over your mulberry colored dress when you stood up, but you didn't care. You would do anything to spend time with him.

You didn't talk, but just being there with George felt like heaven. You would occasionally glance over at him while he trimmed the thorns from the rose patch. Or the way he moved the marigolds next to the daisies to create a pastel gradient. He turned around just as you were staring at him and made eye contact with you. Feeling your cheeks blush, you offered him another strawberry to ease the tension. He showed you his gloved hands as if to say he couldn't, to which you held the berry up to his lips, requesting he take it from you directly.

George leaned forward, lacking hesitation, and took a bite. His plush lips, which were now stained with strawberry juice, kissed your fingers as you held the heart-shaped fruit, the red pigment dripping down your hand. He gazed at you so intensely you felt like you were shaking. You placed the stem back on the plate and set it on your lap.

Returning his piercing stare, you placed your fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean. Three weeks ago, you didn't even know his name, and now you were licking his strawberry flavored spit off your fingers. But you could tell this had an effect on him.

You took another sip of lemonade, and, noticing the rapidly emptying glass, offered him the final sip. He accepted, finishing the rest and placing the cup on the grass beside you. Once he was close enough, he tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to place his lips against your own. He tasted like strawberry lemonade. When he pulled away, a thin string of saliva was bridged between your lips, the sunlight revealing the slightest tint of rose gold from the fruitful concoction. Your eyes widened when you looked back at him, perplexed by his actions despite you wanting this more than anything. You didn’t expect him to feel the same way.

Without saying another word, George removed the glove from his other hand, placing the now bare hand on the back of your head, his other hand resting on your shoulder. He gently guided you to lay back, his hand protecting your head as you made contact with the grass below. He briefly stroked your hair before removing his hands, instead placing them on both sides of your hips. He stared down at you, rubbing his hand over your stomach through the fabric of your dress.

“Do I have permission to touch you, my flower?”

You nearly moaned at his new name for you, although you were a bit confused as he was technically currently touching you. But still, you nodded, intrigued by what he would do next.

George trailed his fingers up your torso towards your shoulders. He stopped at your chest, eyeing it for a short while. Normally a position like this would’ve been quite compromising for you, but you were surprisingly comfortable.

He hooked his fingers under the straps of your dress, dragging them down your shoulders, stopping right before they had completely fallen, preventing the fabric from leaving your chest entirely bare. He leaned forward to place small kisses across your chest, neck, and shoulders, occasionally biting softly. In one particular spot on the crease of your neck, he bit down a little too hard, but you didn’t even care. The gentle brushing from the coarse hairs of his beard provided a wonderful contrast between pain and pleasure. You threaded your hands through his hair, the loose waves beautifully framing his face. You felt his hands firmly massaging your hips with every breathy whimper that fell from your lips.

Once George decided your upper body had been marked thoroughly, along with a few wine-colored shapes ever so slightly bubbling to the surface of your skin, he ended with one final kiss to your lips. Your hands moved from his hair to cradle his face, raking your fingers across his beard. He pulled back to look at you again, every monochromatic tone of his heavenly brown eyes twinkled in the evening sun. Even now, you were still utterly speechless.

Removing his hands from your hips, George began drawing small circles with his fingers on the exposed skin just below the hem of your dress. He looked back up at you, a small “May I?” leaving his lips, to which you nodded again. George shook his head.

“I need to hear you this time, flower.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. You were so overwhelmed by the current situation that even forming a phrase of one simple word felt like an arduous task.

“Yes.” You whispered. George nodded slowly, placing his hands flat against your thighs, sliding his fingers up underneath your dress until he reached your hips, rubbing his thumbs along the fabric of your underwear. Holding you by the hips over your dress was not enough. He wanted to feel the warm softness of your skin. He wanted to become one with you in any way that he could.

George laid on top of you, knees at your sides to support his weight as he resumed kissing you. But you wanted him closer. Lifting your legs, you locked them around his waist, pushing him flush against you, forcing his arms higher towards your chest. This caused the straps of your dress to fall completely down your arms and the hem to scrunch up past your hips, your entire dress rolled in the center of your body like a belt, rendering you almost fully nude while George was still fully clothed. But you didn’t care. Your actions could be so brave and bold, yet saying a single word to him felt far too intimate.

“So beautiful…” His words were lost in thought right along with him, his lustful stare raking over your neck and chest before moving back up to your face. While he may have had his full weight on you now, you tried your hardest to move your hips beneath him. Your body ached for the slightest of friction, wantonly arching up to grind against his clothed crotch. He looked down as you did this, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smirk, almost mocking your neediness. But as you moved, you could feel the outline of him, slowly nearing full hardness, straining against the confines of his jeans. He wasn’t fooling anyone. He wanted this just as much as you did.

You softly gripped him at the shoulders, massaging your hands up his neck and back into his hair as he laid atop you again, burying his face in your chest, adding more blushing roses to the already blooming garden just above your nipples. That was one place George would look, but never touch. He repeatedly got quite close with both his mouth and fingers, watching as your eyes pleaded for him to touch you everywhere, but decided to save that journey for another time. He opted for keeping his hands firmly at your hips, guiding you while you continued to grind against him, your eyes closed and your head tilted back, completely willing to lose yourself in the immense pleasure.

Just as you felt yourself beginning to falter in rhythm, nearing the edge, George pulled back and stared at the sky. Noticing the change in the amount of daylight, he sat up, much to your confusion.

“Unfortunately, it’s time for me to go.” He said matter-of-factly, pushing the straps back up to your shoulders before moving to pack up his tools.

“Already?” You whined. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“That wouldn’t be fair to my personal schedule, now would it?” He teased. You thought he was walking toward the gate but instead stopped at a small patch of red violets he was tending to earlier. He was there for a few seconds before returning to you, who was now standing up, dusting the dirt off of your dress. George reached for your hand, and you felt something touch your palm. He placed a small kiss on your lips before gazing into your eyes again with the same intense stare.

“We’ll make more time for each other next week, my flower.”

You opened your mouth as if to reply but was consistently halted by some invisible force. By the time you felt like you could respond, George was already closing the gate behind him. You peered down at what he had left in your hand: a single petal from one of your red violets. You looked back up to see George still standing at the gate, predicting your confusion. He met your puzzled expression with a punctuating wink before walking to his car. You twirled the plum-colored petal between your fingers as its inspiration caught your eye out of your peripheral. Your cheeks immediately blushed a light pink as you saw the same color in a series of small love bites that were currently forming across your chest.

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I just got a new computer today, and I thought what better way to celebrate than to finish one of my fics! This was the one that got the most votes in my poll of which WIP y'all wanted first. And I know it's quite long overdue, but I hope you enjoy! 🥰

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txt as ariana grande songs

wc. 1153 (each member is over 200 words)

genre. fluff

tags. non-idol!txt x gn!reader; many different aus

warnings. repost; mentions of alcohol and food [if there's anything else please let me know]

more of my work

yeonjun → boyfriend

i don’t know why i’m allergic to established relationship yeonjun but just think about fwb!yeonjun and it’s just a constant back and forth “will they? won’t they” thing but like all your friends already just function like you’re a couple anyways. and you guys are just like “no we’re not -_-”. but still you both always get jealous when you see the other talking to someone else.

i think this pairs well with frat bro!yj who invites you to one of the parties at his fraternity house but spends the entire night talking to what seems like everyone at this party but you. you decide to entertain yourself with one of his frat brothers who you’ve had some classes with. he drags you to play beer pong with him. from the corner of his eye, yeonjun catches you two laughing together and asks to play the next round against you. you don’t realize how good he is at beer pong. and like the gentleman he is, he urges his brother to drink for you because “you’re twice they’re size, are you really going to let them drink all that alcohol?” so your partner begins to lose his balance, and literally no one is surprised when yeonjun wins.

after the game, he finally gives you the attention that you wanted, when he pulls you to his room. “aww, were you jealous junie?” you tease him as he shuts the bedroom door.

soobin → daydreamin’

soobin is soooo first love class crush coded. he’s just someone you could / would / should fall in love with the moment that you lay your eyes on him. i was originally thinking of a college!au lab partner thing but walk with me. maybe he’s your best friend’s cousin who is staying with their family for the summer and he has to tag along with the two of you everytime you hang out because he doesn’t know anyone in town and your friend’s parents want him to meet new people.

the first day you met him, you and your friend planned to go strawberry picking. they drove over to your house to pick you up and you see him in the front seat. your friend tells him to move over to the back so you can sit at the front. he gets out of the car and introduces himself to you and you feel all the blood in your body rush up to your face because he is the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. throughout the hour-long drive, you keep making eye contact in the rearview mirror and you feel your stomach doing flips and your organs turning to mush.

at the strawberry fields, he trails behind you and your friend but you try your best to include him in the conversation. your friend ends up walking in front of the two of you and he offers to carry your basket for you as you keep talking and getting to know about him.

beomgyu → tattooed heart

okay okay okay this kinda sorta has nothing to do with the song but hear me out hear me out i was listening to this song and i randomly thought of tattoo artist!beomgyun. and he’s so creative and artistic and talented. i feel like he is the type of person that could literally do any medium of art and make a masterwork.

one day, you were walking around and you saw that a tattoo place was doing a flash sale and you had always wanted one so you decided to see if they had any that you liked. you were visibly nervous because it was your first tattoo and at first the artist that was doing yours seemed really quiet. but it turns out beomgyu was so sweet and he really did his best to make you feel comfortable throughout the entire experience. he was telling you stories and cracking jokes and everything. you didn’t even notice that he had already finished.

and after that you keep going back to the same place and working with him only and imagine him telling you that he designed a tattoo for you because he couldn’t get you out of his mind lol.

taehyun → goodnight n go

i definitely was going to go the angsty route for this but i had wayyy to many songs from yours truly in this and i also think goodnight n go fits him so well. this song and tyun make me think of 13 going on 30 which is one of my favorite movies.

i’m thinking about childhood best friends that haven’t seen each other in a while. and one day you invite him over because he has been dying to see what your life in the city is like. you spend the entire afternoon catching up, laughing at inside jokes, and reminiscing about old times. and even though you haven’t seen each other in what feels like years, you still fall back into your old pattern and it feels like you never left. the time slips your mind and by the time either of you notice, it’s already dark outside and he missed the last train out of the city, so he has to spend the night.

of course he doesn’t want to be an imposition so he offers to sleep on the couch but you manage to convince him that “that is ridiculous, we used to share a bed as kids.”

kai → main thing

the fact that this is the only established romantic relationship in this makes me giggle but i was originally going to do this song for yeonjun but i think it fits kai so much better. he would be such a doting partner i think. he’s so lovely and perfect and i definitely have very real romantic feelings for him but that’s beside the point.

you’ve had a horrible day and it literally feels like the entire world is crumbling around you. you text him to tell him that you just got home and you’re probably going to call it a night early. he can tell from your tone that something happened and in twenty minutes he’s at your door with takeout, your favorite ice cream, and a board game. you’re confused when you open the door and see him grinning at you with his hands full, but you’re eternally grateful that you have someone as thoughtful as you. he makes sure you eat as he runs you a bath and stays with you as you unload everything that happened to you that day.

i feel like kai is definitely the partner to play with your hair as you lay on the couch together watching a random show. he feels your breathing slow down and sees that you fell asleep. he only wakes you up so he can help you back to your bedroom to sleep properly.

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