#I love the legally blond musical/ I went to see it live and it was amazing

[mfdragon]

hahhawt6qywfqfw omg all I want from this world is an animation of kizaru with the "gay or European" song from Legally Blonde SCKFJAFIWGIW it's too perfect if you don't know what I'm talking about please, search it up,🙏🙏🙏🙏(also love the arttttt)

Little do you know

Kizaru is gay AND European 👏🏻 ✨

Just imagining everyone losing their minds and pointing at this man trying to figure him out. Meanwhile he has been sitting at his desk, contently munching at a banana for an hour （＾ω＾）

#ask the dragon #one piece #kizaru #I love the legally blond musical/ I went to see it live and it was amazing #sometimes i prefer it over the movie which I also love #I’ll keep the idea in mind but I got a lot of other stuff brewing so don’t hold your breath

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 2: Cooks in the Kitchen

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Everyone hates a backseat driver. And a surprise guest when you’re not at your best.

Word count: 3,234

Content/warnings: TW: dead body and all you would expect in forensic science, I tried to make this not graphic, mentions of bruising, mentions of torture and abuse, sassy and borderline mean reader, awkward Steve who overthinks, reluctant? flirting, allusions to and mentions of murder

Author’s Note: For my dearly beloved @krirebr please know that you’re loved and appreciated by us all. I hope this helps, just a little bit. (Extra angsty, hopefully to your tastes)😘

What I’m gonna say is Decks seems very on edge compared to how she was before. Her guard came up out of ‘nowhere?’ Hm, that’s weird… or is it?

Anyway, these are Loupe glasses, if you’re wondering. They let you see tiny things up close and at a better angle.

Comments, reblogs, asks, and any feedback is so welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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After your weekend at the farm, Steve drove you home to return to your normal life. As much as you loved being out in the country, city life was definitely more your speed. You immediately went back to work and were happy to keep your busy routine going. Sure, a weekend away from screens and solvents was a breath of fresh air, but this was where you thrived.

Despite the way there were new, more outlandish cases to deal with, the days were surprisingly routine. Come in, visit a crime scene, run some tests, go home, do it again. You lived for that sort of zen. The detachment of simply putting your head down and getting to work was what you were used to, and then once you were home, it was like a sanctuary. You could lounge, pick up another hobby out of the thousand you’d already started, and crawl into your fresh sheets.

It’s not like you were entirely a hermit, though. You got along with your coworkers and would commonly joke around with them, but first and foremost, you were a proper worker, doing your job. When something really needed done, you’d lock down in the lab, music blasting, and crank out results.

Steve was the same way. He tried to keep his days as routine as possible, despite the way work brought something new everyday. Rival gangs needed monitored and law people needed bribed. Shipments and production needed to be kept on a tight schedule and up to pace with increasing demand.

There wasn’t much time for it, but he’d found certain images and memories start to take hold in his mind. They were different from the grade school ones of Bucky, or his times learning the ropes of his trade, or the first suit he’d ever worn. They were new, they were…warm? Lacked that same rigidity? They were of you. Driving his car effortlessly, petting a baby goat as it bleated happily, teaching him to dance…small, little moments that he couldn’t let go of, but he didn’t have time to replay enough.

He did his best to stay proper in his business dealings. Steve was known for his gentlemanly demeanor, truly a golden boy of the underground, or…at least as much of one as an individual could be given the legality loopholes he was constantly trying to jump through.

On the outside, he was smooth as a beach. Fluid with the crashes of waves this industry threw at him. He’d gotten good at rolling with the punches without a single blond hair out of place. But inside? It was a hurricane. The wind raged and echoed in his ears, putting him on edge. It was sensory overload.

Everyday, he found his attention wanting to wander more and more to that simpler time, not romanticizing it for the lack of pressing responsibility, but for the fact he spent genuine moments with someone who was unlike those in his world. Unlike the men so obsessed with maintaining their place on top or squashing others to get there. They were all about the money, but you were working for the people, and for the betterment of the city. To solve cases and give peace to families. And Steve knew he was all too often on the other side of that, even if he prided himself on only taking out the worst of the worst. The ones who deserved it. They were the ones endangering women and children, who to him, were the distastefully vulnerable and undeserving of wrath, despite the fates they were met with from the awful men Steve rid the world of. He wasn’t breaking his set of morals and rules, he was just breaking the law sometimes. Steve was a good man, he just happened to make his living doing bad things.

He didn’t have time to reflect on that right now, though. Things had seriously picked up in recent weeks. Bucky was soon to return, but it didn’t help that Steve felt like Lloyd was unrelentingly on their asses. Leading the organization when it came to the normal stuff was fine, but the extra protections Bucky was making him run, along with the extensive research and monitoring was already taking its toll. Steve was used to a lack of sleep, he basically lived on adrenaline and black coffee, but another night where he was fielding calls and sending out directives without a wink was causing his emotional guard to fall.

It was early morning as Steve sat at his desk. He’d ordered Sam to head out hours ago, but as the sun was cresting over the horizon, not even that searing glow could keep Steve’s tired mind at bay. The levees against the flood were weakened beyond belief. The hurricane was about to make landfall.

Just then, the phone rang. It was one of his contacts down at the police station. That wasn’t new, but the specific news was and Steve wanted to be there in person to get every bit of information he could... and perhaps catch a glimpse at the one person who could scratch that new itch in his brain. Maybe, finally, at least he could catch a nap in the car, as Steve called Gio to drive him over.

Over the couple weeks you’ve been back, you couldn’t help the way your mind wandered constantly, either. Even your favorite playlist couldn’t keep you on track, so you opted for silence, the scenes replaying of your time on the farm doing plenty to help you block out your surroundings.

You were working on a particularly difficult case currently. There was no time for distractions. The overcast sky just added to the ambiance of the feeling that something unusual was looming over you. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, along with the keys from the ignition, and took a deep breath, letting it out sharply to get yourself ready. When you’d gotten out of the SUV and to the crime scene, Detective Lang greeted you.

“So I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

He guided you along the River walk and down the rocky shore where a victim laid, waves still lapping over her feet as photographers and cops gathered around the scene, surveying it for evidence. A small crowd had gathered along the pathway, held back by barricades and uniformed officers. At least you were here before the news crews.

“Bad news first, always. You know that.” You spoke with a purpose, slipping on your gloves after pushing up the sleeves of your department-issued windbreaker and cuffing your pants so they wouldn’t get wet.

“So far, looks like it was blunt force trauma with a side of torture. Very little evidence to go off of, especially considering there are no open wounds and the tools used for this kinda thing could be in any household.”

You crouched down by the body and immediately took note of the bruising. You hummed in acknowledgement and looked back up at the detective, his head framed by the cloudy, gray sky, the rising sun now hidden. Fitting for a tragedy like this. A woman your age subjected to that sort of an ending…

“And the good news?”

He sighed, looking up at the sky, hands on his hips, before he dropped his head back down towards you.

He winced. “Body’s fresh? Disposal doesn’t appear very well thought-out.”

You nodded and looked around for any piece of evidence that hadn’t washed away. He was right, it was gonna be difficult to pull many testable elements.

“Well, I’ll do the usual work-up, then, and let you know when you’re good to get everything over to the medical examiner.”

He curtly nodded and turned on his heel to speak with the witnesses before you began to pull out your kit, swabbing for anything of note.

After you finished collecting everything you could, you carefully slipped back through the background and away from the slew of reporters now blanketing the scene. Ugh, you hated those block heads. Especially Lucas Bell, the weird little ray of sunshine you went to school with growing up. For some reason, he thought the two of you were actually friends, despite never having even given him the signal you appreciated his presence. The worst part: you could tell he wasn’t hitting on you. He would genuinely seek you out at crime scenes, that gross happy smile on his face, calling you by the birth name almost no one used anymore in favor of your college nickname. Every time, it was, “hey, remember me, old pal? Great to see you! Any information you’re willing to share?” Who the hell was so chipper when their job was literally to report tragedies?

You bobbled your head as you mocked him to yourself and got back into your work SUV. Ugh, you hated that guy. And all the other reporters. You didn’t wanna be on camera. What if you wanted to work for the FBI one day? Huh? What then? Can’t have your face out there all willy nilly and then expect to be doing covert ops. Nope. You prepared to race back to the precinct, ready to drown yourself in an afternoon of attempting to suck evidence out of a cotton swab caked in river grime and essentially, air, if you could count that as evidence.

You drove back through the pouring rain. Another thing to be annoyed by. First, the longing for your simple weekend once again, then the intrusive thoughts about annoying little reporters, and now, the near-flooding on the roads. You could hear her in your head now, Bee saying “rain makes corn. It’s a good thing.” You rolled your eyes, to be honest, you liked the rainy atmosphere, but you know what rain also makes? Bad drivers. At this point, it was just best to get back to the lab, buckle down, and stay there, where no one could possibly bother you.

You were hours in to your intensive testing. Your spectrometry readings gave the smallest peaks, hard to say if the readings actually were something or just background noise. You were happy to put in the time, but something just felt…off. It was infuriating and not helping your mood, but you tried your best to keep it separated from work. It wasn’t perfect, but it was your best. Another small thing going wrong could push you over the edge, though.

You opted to just look at a small fabric sample, deciphering if there truly was some thread of note caught in the weave. You just needed to concentrate and you knew you could find something. You were purely focused and zoomed in, using your Loupe glasses, paired with several lamps overhead, with the highest hopes of even a shred of confirma-

“Decks? More like Specks.”

The sudden voice that echoed through the lab startled you, causing your head to shoot up and bump against one of the metal lamps.

“Ow!” At that same time, the forceps and piece of fabric flew out of your hands and onto the floor. It didn’t help that you knocked into your instrument tray on the way, sending all those onto the floor, as well.

Great, now you had to go to the stock room to find a new package of sterile ones. This was the last set left in the lab. You looked up from where you watched the evidence fall, rubbing your forehead with the back of your gloved hand, eyes narrow at the business man in a suit who was previously leaned against your doorway, now tentatively walking towards you to crouch on the ground.

“Steve, what the hell?” You trailed off for a second. “You and Bee really do have the same sense of humor. I thought she just told me that as a selling point.” It came out as an irritated growl. You rolled your eyes as you squatted down to start cleaning your mess.

Steve laughed. Selling point? Bee talked to you about him? And tried to make him appealing? He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a certain warmth in his stomach at that. He pushed it down as much as he could. Either way, he truly did get along well with her.

“Well you know what they say, birds of a feather and all.” He joined you near the floor after having grabbed a glove, picking up some stray instruments and placing them back in the metal holding tray.

You muttered lowly as you finally stood up and turned away from him, after grabbing the fabric off the floor gingerly and placing it in a plastic protective case. “More like wasps of a stinger.”

Steve disposed of his gloves and looked over the results on your computer. You quickly hit the keys to lock the screen, sure to cast him a nasty glare. The last thing you needed was to get accused of leaking evidence.

What was he doing here, anyway? With those broad shoulders and that skinny waist. What did he even need shoulders that big for? How did he even shop for clothes? You swear his waist was literally the same circumference as your thigh. They don’t carry stuff like that in department stores.

Steve looked at you with a confused glance as you removed your gloves and washed your hands. There was a hint of humor in his voice, but it was mostly filled with caution at your attitude.

“Um, I don’t really shop for clothes? I’ve got a tailor. He’s pretty good.”

After your hands were dry, you facepalmed harder than ever before. You couldn’t believe you said that out loud. Maybe you did need to interact with more people outside of work. You were too comfortable talking to yourself. You took a deep breath before turning around and looking at Steve again. His face now mostly held tentative kindness, and that was a nice change to the anger that was sitting in your belly all day today. You still couldn’t help what you spat back, though.

“You have a tailor? In this economy? Of course you do…rich prick.” The last part was grumbled under your breath, but Steve still caught it. Where was this hostility coming from? He thought the two of you had gotten along great before. What changed?

Steve’s hurt caused him to fire back, albeit much nicer than you had. “You’re calling me rich? Decks, I’ve seen your apartment, it’s nice. Especially for this city. Way nicer than my first place.”

First off, what was that supposed to mean? You were still suspicious about exactly what Steve and Bucky did for a living. You knew they made a lot of money. Steve wore designer suits, if he could help it, and you assumed Bucky did, as well, but what business did they have being this built?

You let go of that, though, wanting to just get back to work after the disturbance, but why had you been disturbed in the first place?

“Steven, what are you doing in my lab?”

He was taken aback. Woah, full names. He knew your full name, but didn’t dare to find out what would become of him if he used it. It didn’t seem like many did. He wanted to go about this the right way. He didn’t want abuse his delicate position as a friend of a friend when you were so close to the law…yet.

He stood upright and pressed his shoulders back. Right, he was here on business. He had to remember that. It wasn’t a personal call and he had to stay professional.

“I was actually meeting with Scott, er, Detective Lang. He called me about the new case that came in this morning.”

You nodded slowly. “You knew her?”

Why did that make you nervous? Of course Steve knew women, like, duh, but something burning rose in your chest in anticipation of his response. Why did you care? You didn’t even want him here. Right?

He shook his head lightly. “No…well, sort of? She was an employee of one of my businesses. A salon.”

One of his businesses, of course. A salon was…interesting… but you guessed not out of the question with how perfect his stupid perfect hair always was. Whatever, just because he was here for some questioning, doesn’t mean he had to pay you a visit.

“Okay…so why did you come in here?”

You looked up at him from the odds and ends you were shuffling around your work bench out of nervousness.

“I actually wanted to see you, maybe help out a little?”

You eyed him skeptically, ignoring the way your chest sent a tingle down towards your fingertips. “You know when someone offers to keep close to a case like that, it usually means they had something to do with it, right?”

Steve put his hands up in surrender. “I swear this wasn’t me. I just genuinely care for my employees. Did you check under the fingernails? Maybe there was some DNA there or something?”

Your gaze became even more burning towards him. “Yes, Steven. I checked under the nails. That’s like, the first thing you do in cases like this. But why would you know that, anyway? And how can you say you care so much about your employees if you didn’t even know the girl?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. He was usually much smoother than this. How did you intimidate him so much so suddenly. Oh no…Is that where the name ‘Decks’ came from? Were you gonna hit him? Deck him? Did you have a pension for beating guys up? If he made a wrong move, would you literally punch him? Give him a black eye? Sure, much worse had happened to him before, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to emotionally recover if the damage came from you.

Either way, Steve didn’t want to find out, so he continued quite cautiously and uncomfortable within your domain, lacking the confidence that came so easily to him in all his usual business dealings and the quasi-leadership role he found himself in.

“I um…I watch a lot of CSI shows?” He hoped that was believable, but he knew it came out like a squeak, almost. He may as well be a little kid losing fights in a back alley again. He cleared his throat in an attempt to get his voice back to normal. “I do care for my employees, though. And my reputation, and the ability to make sure nothing like this happens again to anyone involved with me.”

You sighed at that. You can understand the want to prevent future disasters, especially when it came to someone working so low at the bottom of the food chain for such a major company. As you slipped your Loupe glasses back on and readjusted your lamps, you gestured for Steve to take a seat in your computer chair while you moved to a stool by the lab bench.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you hang around, but don’t tell me how to do my job.”

You couldn’t help the way the corner of your lip turned up, just out of Steve’s sight, as he strutted over and plopped down into the rolly chair, watching you with a smile and his fingers laced behind his head.

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Bonus A/N: I’m very excited for what’s going to grow between Steve and Decks. She’s a lil independent thing and he’s just so “idk what to do bc I’m supposed to be in control but I’m doing everything on her terms” and I love it. Lmk what you think!!!

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@evie-119

#Steve rogers #Steve rogers fanfiction #Steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers x you #steve rogers angst #Steve rogers fluff #the rainmaker #the rainmaker series #outta nowhere #outta nowhere AU #mob Steve x forensic scientist reader #mob! Steve x forensic scientist! reader #mob! Steve #mafia! Steve #mafia Steve #the rainmaker chapter 2: cooks in the kitchen #TW: dead body

[cobrakaisb]

happy halloween

summary: y/n surprises their bf with a cute and funny halloween costume (based on this tik tok)

note: it was a tie between all four boys, so i just included them all in some way.

“halloween is the one time of the year where girls can dress like a total slut and this is your costume?” your roommate complained, looking you up and down. “it’s funny. and cute,” you protested, adjusting the headband with white ears on your head. she rolled her eyes at you. “yeah but i thought we were doing legally blonde,” she interjected, crossing her arms. “nope sorry. plans changed,” you said, giving her a sickly sweet smile. “at least let me video. i want, no need, their reactions on camera,” she begged and you agreed because you did feel a tiny bit bad for ditching your original halloween plans. 

the two of you showed up at the senior hockey house, costumes adorning your bodies. you opened the door, unphased by its unlocked state. “when should i record?” your roommate asked. “after we grab a drink and find them. there’s no need for the video to be super long,” you answered, shouting over the loud music. 

“look, there they are! i’m getting my phone out,” she announced, pointing to the couch in the living room where they were all hanging around. you looked in their direction, meeting steve’s confused glance. you smiled and waved, gesturing for your friend to follow as you approached the group. “hi boys!” you cheered, taking the spot between steve and kent, the former pulling you into a side hug. “hi y/n,” they all replied with furrowed eyebrows and small frowns. 

“i see you guys went as home alone, classic,” you observed, taking a small sip of your drink. “yeah. what’s your costume?” luke asked, a puzzled look remaining on his face. “i’m a puck bunny,” you answered, pulling out the random hockey puck you brought with you. you held it up, smiling widely, as if posing for an instagram picture. they all smiled, small suppressed laughs escaping their closed lips. 

you were friends with the hockey team, best friends with them actually. so your costume choice was a no brainer, at least in your opinion. you were dressed in an adam banks mighty ducks jersey with heels and white bunny ears resting atop your head. it was meant to be a joke, mostly poking fun at the some times nasty things people said about you; proving to them that you didn’t give a fuck. 

“it’s bad ass y/n. i love it,” kent explained, holding his fist out. “thanks kenny,” you replied, bumping fists with the blonde. the boys all continued to compliment your costume, some a little more than others. 

“i think it’s funny. and you look cute,” steve mumbled, hand coming to rest at the bottom of your back. “thanks steve,” you acknowledged, a soft smile taking over your face. “he thinks you’d look cuter if you were wearing his jersey,” mark called out, causing both you and steve to blush a vibrant red. “shut up,” steve shouted, pulling you a little further into his side, but you didn’t really mind. besides, you needed at least one hockey player to fight off the icky guys tonight.

#umich hockey x reader #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey #steve holtz 😩 #steve holtz #kent johnson 😩 #kent johnson #luke hughes 😩 #luke hughes #mark estapa #steve holtz x reader #cobrakaisb writing

[zubeedubi]

elle woods and emmet forrest. thats it. send post. nevermind i need to talk about them because OH MY

they help each other’s development; supporting and offering genuine advice and a shoulder (one with a big chip in it) to lean on. like emmet didn’t and doesn’t judge her based solely on her appearance (when she was in costume, the ‘bend and snap’)(“cause you saw beyond all the blonde to my mind”) and was a constant source of reliability for elle (in callahan’s (FUCK HIM) class when she got kicked out, after the ‘costume’ party, during thanksgiving and christmas break, in the trial, basically throughout the whole musical and more). and elle listened to him (his advice, his story, his compliments) and in turn let him relax (red bull and department stores for life) and stay true to himself (during the trial; of valuing your client’s trust). they share in their successes (he shares the toast made to him because, yeah, she’s the one who found out the dude’s gay); a duet, not a solo. never stealing the spotlight from the other (“why are you always right?” “you’re a genius!” “why do you always have to be right?”) , instead pushing to be the best versions of themselves together.

they built a friendship (“you trust me, don’t you?” “of course”) before anything (“you are the best thing here”), removing rose-colored glasses or fantasized versions of each other. throughout the musical, you’ll notice as they grow closer together— through time, touches, jokes (“you butthead”), and song— and it’s natural, not rushed. they have a handshake (CUTE). unlike elle towards warner, she doesn’t try to impress or prove anything when she’s around emmet; she’s just herself and more. like emmet is aware of elle’s plan to get warner back, and he doesn’t sugarcoat or feed into it, instead inspiring her to follow through in her studies as she gains a passion for law (tap tap tap on her shoulder “woah! is that my name up on that list?”). and elle knows of his aspirations and drive to make it in life, and she believes in him (“the outside is new. but now it reflects whats already inside you”)!

they don’t pressure each other (even when she’s leaving). when the other’s close to the edge, it’s comfort offered and belonging reassured. in fact they constantly back the other up with positive words (if i had a shot for each time they complimented or smiled wide at each other i’d be dead on the floor) and a hand to support (emmet HELD HER HAND it was very dark but i SAW IT did nobody else see it. DID U SEE IT PLS TELL ME U DID).

the entire song of ‘Legally Blonde’ (which i have on REPEAT). elle has lost faith (in herself; in all she’s achieved so far) but emmet hasn’t (“that’s ludricous”), in fact his faith in her has strengthened as well as his feelings (im BLUSHING). he doesn’t question elle for a second, instantly on her side and there for her. he doesn’t tell her he loves her— she just went through a traumatic experience; kissed by a man she thought her mentor— wishing instead he showed it more, and showing it still as he asks—begs— her to stay. and elle; she’s losing hope on her dream, one that used to be solely for love but grew into a determination to fight. talking about going back home, living life as the blonde people see her as. (“some girls fight hard. some face the trial. some girls were just meant to smile.” but she has. she has done all!!) (“i need you to stay”)

and when she comes back (!!!) he immediately lets go of callahan ((FUCK callahan) what he’s worked three years for) and supports her. (“did you actually think i was gonna let you get away?” SIR??). as she fights for the case, he’s there ready to reassure elle because she can do this.

warner’s proposal (can this guy not not propose); she’s focused on her career now (‘serious’), she found a love for it! and even though the reason she entered harvard because of her love for warner, she made it through with the love surrounding (her friends; the greek chorus, paulette, her family) and growing around her (emmet forrest. the law students that stood by her). and i love that they handled and talked it out maturely, there’s no hate or anything untoward. and (“so many dreams to earn”) she’s reaching for dreams now, continuing her story outside of him, outside of being ‘blonde’. and she’s not gonna give up; she’ll earn it, striving hard towards her new goal.

and, of course, the end. elle is our valedictorian (congrats I LOVE U ELLE WOODS) and we see how the people in her life grew as well, not just her! they all empowered each other!! AND THE. AND THE PROPOSAL (ms woods comma elle my poor heart can only take so much please) (third time IS the charm). she takes initiative, she’s the one asking on one knee. and she’s in her graduation robe; not an engagement outfit or anything. it shows her; her life, her self, what she values!! (and they are SO CUTE. oh my god ohmigod you guys).

(unrelated: i love that they all have pink on them at the end!)

(unrelated unrelated: i adore the actors all of them. every facial expression, vocal delivery, movement or dance (the footwork on “little miss woods comma elle” OKAY), literally Everything i adore this cast. i love elle and emmet’s noses By the way)

anyway, rant over. elle woods and emmet forrest. send post!

#spoilers #lots of them #and an excessive amount of parenthesis #sorry…….. i get to be a long talker once every many months so her eu go #idk if its cohesive or even correct. i watched the musical once. today. a few hours ago. #legally blonde #legally blonde the musical #elle woods #emmet forrest

[coochiequeens]

Dylan Mulvaney and Phillip Picardi on Girlhood, Content Creation and More at Teen Vogue Summit 2023

The panel included reflection on Mulvaney's exponential success, future dreams and status as an “it girl.”

BY TEEN VOGUE

NOVEMBER 18, 2023

Performer, model, and content creator Dylan Mulvaney took Teen Vogue Summit 2023 stage for an in-depth conversation moderated by Chief Marketing & Communications Officer of the Los Angeles LGBT Center and founder of them Phillip Picardi.

Formerly, Picardi made history as Teen Vogue's first male beauty editor and later went on to become the Chief Creative Officer of the publication. He returned to celebrate Teen Vogue's 20th birthday in an engaging conversation with Mulvaney, discussing the changing media landscape, representation for transgender youth, and more.

Mulvaney rose to fame in March 2022 — a little over 600 days ago — when her “Days of Girlhood” series went viral on TikTok. In these video diaries, Mulvaney tells viewers all about her daily life as a trans woman, encompassing everything from dealing with prejudice to buying clothes and loving Twilight. Since then, she's taken the world by storm, appearing in major brand campaigns and walking the runway at New York Fashion Week.

With Teen Vogue Summit 2023 being centered around dreaming your future, Mulvaney took the stage to discuss her prosperous career and what it's like being a content creator who shares stories of trans joy. Revisiting Mulvaney's original post documenting her first day of girlhood, she said, “In that first video, I just remember hoping that ppl could see my intentions were good and i was the truest version of myself and I was ready to learn.”

Today, Mulvaney confirmed she's set to release a number of projects in new fields. Some plans she teased to the Teen Vogue Summit audience included acting and writing a book. This news comes after a tumultuous year for Mulvaney, who revealed that the hardships she faced this year have influenced her upcoming works.

“I think that is the one piece of this whole last year; I rushed a lot of things. I talked about a lot of things really fast and I think there were some little minute details that got lost in the mix and I'm doing those now,” Mulvaney said.

Mulvaney also revealed some dream projects she'd love to work on in the future, including a romantic comedy centered around transgender people finding love and success as well as a rendition of the musical Legally Blonde with transgender people. She explained that she believes that audiences seeing transgender people in these scripted roles will teach others how to love and support transgender people as well.

Mulvaney also discussed being in the fashion and beauty space. She noted that she's become more experimental with her style over the years, a major step from her traditional upbringing and past reservations. “I was so scared of being seen as a predator or all the things they were projecting on us... now, I feel like I’ve given myself permission to go there,” she says.

Content creation will also continue to be a priority for Mulvaney. Speaking to the audience, Mulvaney explained how she balances the pros and cons of the digital landscape. Some steps she said she would be taking included continuously creating content efficiently but tactfully, making meaningful friendships with other creators, carefully choosing who she collaborates with in the future, and more.

While Dylan Mulvaney and Philip Picardi kicked off the day with such an insightful discussion, it was just the first of many exciting panels to come at Teen Vogue Summit 2023. If you're not able to attend in person, don't worry because we have got you covered. You can livestream the event and keep refreshing teenvogue.com for more live updates.

OK not to be mean for the sake of being mean but this dude is 26.

No actual woman who looked like that at 26 would be featured in a Teen vogue summit.

#Teen vogue #Dylan mulvaney #Teen vogue summit 2023 #Grown ass men talking about girlhood #Los Angeles LGBT Center #them #Phillip Picardi #Were any actual women involved in this conversation? #Man who lost Broadway job due to covid turns to social media and becoming a stereotype of women #Days of Girlhood #Wasn't his first tiktok as a TIM about shopping and crying? #Is a tumultuous year a polite way of saying his endorsements backfired on the companies? #A man from generational wealth gave himself permission to do what he wants

[personinthepalace]

I saw a local production of Legally Blonde the Musical today!

One of the local high schools in my city (my old school's "rival" in fact haha) is doing a production of Legally Blonde, and I went to see it today! I'm a huge lbtm fan, but this was my first time seeing a live production, and it was honestly very good!! I am very passionate about the door discourse so I was highly anticipating that moment in the ballad. And this production passed the test! As soon as I saw that they were wheeling out the door during that number, I was silently freaking out to my friend haha. Anyway here are some other random notes/thoughts that I had about the production:

Real dogs! Rufus was a golden retriever, and when he came out, the show paused for a bit bc of the applauding haha. Rufus also listened to Kyle's command to sit which was quite cute haha A HUGE ensemble (it's high school so it makes sense). But they bring back the ensemble for like every possible song Elle was great - she used some vibrato and trills during her solos. Most of So Much Better was kinda a mess (backing music/ensemble not really lining up well), but OMIGOD she held out that last note just like LBB did on bway so huge props to her! Warner was a good singer not as strong as the other leads but he has the best expression/acting choices - more on that later Serious: they didn't do the accidental proposal pose which I thought was a missed joke The violinist during Serious walked back out with some great sad acting after Elle left before playing the last notes of the song (I thought that she was someone from the orchestra but they were actually part of the ensemble so that was cool!) What You Want: Elle's white outfit was cute!! They used the "Jet Blue" line! The actors' school photos for the Elle x Warner poster which I thought was funny haha Harvard variations: they got rid of Sandeep's character so the song was shorter Aaron Sholtz and Enid Hoops were played by butch actors which was cool! Bruiser now loves the Bachelor Emmett - the actor playing him (who my sister knew from elementary school) is such a perfect emmett! Looks exactly like how one would imagine him haha Background acting: Emmett introducing himself to the students and shaking their hands while Elle and Vivienne had their first interaction in class Blood in the water: Callahan was also a very good singer. I think this was one of the strongest number of the show. They also added grey to his hair He was kinda touching Enid during his lines with her but she kept on pushing his hand away from her - foreshadowing! Paulette was amazing!!! I think she might be my favorite actor in the show. She sounds EXACTLY like Orfeh did on bway. Also asian representation!! Ireland - she killed it obviously - seriously amazing!! (though she did accidentally came in early at one part). The lyrics are different from the bway version though (they were about her grandpa) Playboy bunny costume - they added a little tutu to it which was cute! Enid sat near them near the end of this scene (in preparation for Elle stealing her glasses). She tries to drink from a bottle but Warner took it away from her and drank it instead Chip On My Shoulder: Elle wears Emmett's jacket! Emmett saying he hadn't slept since 1998 killed me bc this kid is definitely younger than me haha Elle and Emmett don't do any secret handshakes though :( Elle sat next to Warner during her squealing exit and I loved that so much haha Reclaiming Rufus scene: Elle ran back on stage and threw her arms around Emmett and Paulette - I am here for this trio friendship When Dewey re-exited the trailer and saw Elle, he twirled his long hair

So Much Better, as I said before, was sadly not the strongest number but I do like that Elle's parents appear offstage when she called them. And Elle held out that last note!! Once again no Elle x Emmett secret handshake :(

(Part 2 will continue in a reblog bc apparently I hit the character limit LOL)

#legally blonde #legally blonde the musical #legally blonde musical #elle x emmett #elle woods #emmett forrest #high school production #high school production of legally blonde the musical #rambles in the palace #guess what I just watched #door discourse #yes I am including that tag haha #THEY USED THE DOOR #an automatic win in my book haha #long post

[queer-cosette]

15, 25 and 29 for the music asks <33

 15. have you ever traveled outside of your area to see a concert? if not, would you want to?

I’ve gone to concerts in cities miles away from where I live, but mostly because I was in the area and they were on. That said, if Bowling For Soup or Avril Lavigne came to Scotland but weren’t coming to Glasgow I’d definitely travel to see them!!!

25. name a song that makes you think about someone you love

Bend and Snap from Legally Blonde: The Musical! So funny story, I’d just started working at the deli back in 2019 with another girl who’d also just been hired. We’d met before but hadn’t really chatted a lot, but she seemed really nice, so I was really happy we’d been hired by the same department. We were on our first late finish together, just the two of us, and she was humming Bend and Snap under her breath, and when I recognised it I started singing along, and long story short, we’re best friends for life now! She’s one of my favourite people on the entire planet.

29. is there any song that you mostly like, but there’s one specific part of it that you don’t like as much? if so, what is it?

Spectacular Views by Rilo Kiley has a lot of feedback in the guitar solo that I could honestly do without; Major Denial by Bowling For Soup is such a good song but the middle 8 being explicitly about BDSM makes it really awkward when it comes on in the car with my dad.

Thank you Fae <3 sorry this took a while to answer; I went outside to admire some bats.

Send me music-themed asks!

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[sasuhinasno1fan]

When it all changed - Lukadrien June 2024 Day 1

So I know I technically posted something for Day 1 of @lukadrienmonth but I had written that on my phone, the day of my college reunion when we were all walking around and doing things. I had the hardest time coming up with an idea and I thought the 9-1-1 au would work, but I actually hated it. It didn't have much Lukadrien in it and didn't really feel like it fit the prompt. I thought this went a little better. It's a Legally Blonde au and it's most based off the musical than the movie, which kinda felt fitting. I found the MTV showing of it on the day of my graduation after I got home and this is a fic I'd been working on the day of my reunion. Anyway, Emmett is more present in the musical, helping Elle with tutoring and studying, basically supporting her as she works her way into being a lawyer while also letting her support him in being a good lawyer. I thought since he'd oringally been so focused on making a good impression and doing well enough to work hard for his mom, that Elle's apperance in his life would of been the, well, start of a whole new look on life. Not to mention it being Elle's start on seeing herself as more than just her blonde hair. And as such, we get this. Hopefully you guys like this more. Start of something new

“Welcome to the hallowed halls of Harvard Law. I’m Luka Couffaine, class of the odd 5. I know how hard all of you worked to get here, so why don’t we go around the circle and introduce ourselves?”

Three years ago, Luka was sitting where these guys where, terrified that giving up music was the worst mistake of his life but after hearing how his mom almost made it through law school when she became pregnant with him and watching her stand up for herself against the ticket loving officer in France, Luka wanted to prove himself. People looked at their family, willing to break the rules and supporting each other and thought they’d never amount to anything. Luka was this close to become partner at Barbot’s firm and fully graduating as a lawyer. Being a TA was hard work, not to mention his part time jobs just so his father wouldn’t pay his loans but if he stuck to his routine, it would be ok. Everything would fall into place.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late!” a new voice yelled, interrupting Alya’s long resume of accomplishments – and possible lawsuits, how did she get away with half that stuff?

Americans considered themselves to be contained compared to all the international admissions, but this guy? The wildest thing Luka did was dye his hair blue. The blonde in front of them was dressed, quite fashionably, in pink. Somehow he managed to find a pink Harvard shirt and his newspaper boy hat was a shade of pink plaid Luka hadn’t seen before, not even from Rose. The strangest thing was the long-haired black cat tucked under his arm. Like most cats, he was boneless but not squirming an inch, tail twitching and purring loud enough Luka could hear him from where he sat

Luka didn’t know it then but, that boy was about to change his routine, his constant, his life.

Agreste, Adrien, like most of the students in his orientation group, was from France but he’d been living in the US to attend UCLA. He’d been accepted into top school in France and even Cambridge in England, but Adrien claimed he wanted a different experience. With a fashion designer father and actress mother, no one really told him no. he boasted about being the only male to be allowed in Delta Nu and was president and actually founded a charity for kids to gain an opportunity to go school despite their circumstance called Black Cats. And oh, of course, stopped Mireille Caquet from buying a ‘truly heinous tube top.’ Luka also found out –

“Wait, wait, wait. You caused the campus to close down for half an hour? Security was scrambling all over looking for someone, that was you?”

Adrien shrugged, not looking at all bothered. “Well, I thought my personal essay would be better given in person, instead of my original idea of filming it.”

“And they still let you in?” Alya asked, Prince Ali and even XY looking surprised.

“Well, they didn’t love the singing and dancing,” they didn’t like what? “But! Once I reminded him that getting the whole UCLA marching band and most of the cheer team to come help because of the type of person I saw, they decided to give me a chance. I was homeschooled until I ran away from home enough to just attend school once. I’m stubborn.”

Adrien was, something. A bit ditzy and a little naïve and focused on one girl, Kagami Tsurugi. The teachers had high hopes for her, her own father a famous graduate and when her family weren’t destroying opponents in fencing, they were running Japan as politicians. She could have looked annoyed when she saw Adrien in class with her, more so when he’d been hearing that the girl had a very jealous girlfriend ready to use her claws, but he’d heard the most surprising thing from her.

“Who is he?” Luka asked, after giving Adrien his syllabus for the class.

“My ex. Last I saw him, we were visiting family in France before Spring Break started.”

“Huh.” He said surprised. “he’s either a stalker or determined.”

“He’s actually one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. The fact my family didn’t like him was I thought the most surprising part, but clearly, I’ve underestimated him. I’m almost looking forward to seeing the look on my mother’s face.”

Most people didn’t look proud of their Exes. Not that it lasted long. Adrien had gotten kicked out of Barbot’s class for not doing the reading, putting him on Marinette’s radar to stay away from her girlfriend, which started a trend. Adrien falling behind, despite how much he seemed to be trying, snarky comments not just from Marinette but everyone who thought the boy who loved pink didn’t belong and the bright smile Adrien had slowly growing dimmer. Plagg, Adrien’s cat, was becoming more of a security blanket than the only animal brave enough to climb onto Barbot’s table and not move after being shoved to go away.

So, Luka didn’t think much of it when he found Adrien crying on a bench on campus after another late night in the library and asked what was wrong. He’ll admit, he was surprised Adrien actually admitted he came to Harvard to follow Kagami, but he was also happy to hear that he wasn’t blind to how his school life had been going.

“So, you came out here to follow a girl and Harvard Law was just part of the plan? What rich romantic planet are you from?” he asked jokingly, pushing the bunny ears further up on Adrien’s head. Luka didn’t want to look in too deep as to why Adrien was dressed as a male Playboy bunny, just thankful he decided to wear a shirt in the East Coast fall weather.

“France? Technically.”

“SO, instead of walking through Parisian streets by the Eiffel Tower, you decide to just follow a girl to an Ivy League school? That’s got to be the weirdest reason-”

“Why’d you come?”

Luka had only ever said it once, during his own orientation. Despite being born in France like Adrien, he’d lived in the States his whole life, so his group had been bigger and most of them had zoned out by the time he spoke.

“Ok.” Luka dropped his bag on the bench and tugged his jacket off, putting it on Adrien’s shoulders. “My mamman was supposed to graduate from law school, but she dropped out to have me. It wasn’t part of my grandparent’s deal with her and when she wouldn’t go back after my first year to finish, they cut her off. So, she moved us here, not wanting anything to do with my dad. She almost got back together with him, but he never changed and he just left her with my sister. Life was hard growing up, but she worked hard to give us what we need, even after my sister’s anxiety got worse and my empathic nature made it hard for me to be around people. Thing was, she’s always been a rebel, so she’s gotten into trouble with the police. Mamman was top of her class though, so she could run rings around them but enough cop cars stopping by and a concerned social worker is enough to start rumours. People thought we wouldn’t amount to anything and I was getting so tired of people saying that to the person who gave everything up to be happy. So, I was going to prove them I could follow in her footsteps and still be better than all of them. when I win my first lucrative trail and can move us back to France so she can get the houseboat she always wanted, that’s when it’ll be worth it. I got through 3 years of law school with two jobs to pay for loans, so you’ll forgive me for not weeping at your tale.”

“Excuse me, just because you have some chip on your shoulder,” Adrien started.

“Yeah, and that chip has been the thing to help me through this and makes me driven as hell. Adrien, you’ve been given a chance most people dream of so don’t waste it. in fact,” he said, standing up and pulling his bag back on his shoulder, “think about getting a chip of your own. I want my jacket back.”

He’d given advice before, helped bolster a bit of encouragement into a student, maybe no one like Adrien, but it felt like routine at this point. Nothing should have changed.

Adrien got into Harvard after dragging a marching band and cheerleaders into the admissions office. Luka was starting to learn it was nearly impossible to not get drawn into what Adrien’s world was. So much so, that he was as surprised as his mother was when he told her what he was doing.

“Did you get my package for thanksgiving?”

Luka unlocked the door to his apartment with said package under his arm, using his foot to shut the door behind him.

“Yeah. I thought you weren’t planning on sending anything.”

“Thank Rose. Got flirted by some rich kid. A prince apparently, but he got so enamoured by her, he didn’t care she was dating your sister. Something about how he’ll be back in his country with armoured cars, so might as well make all the pretty girls happy with whatever they want?”

Luka was sent back to the first day of classes when he heard those words. “What’s his name? the ‘prince’?”

“Alibaba? No, that’s a website.”

“Ali. Prince Ali. Was Rose near campus? He goes here.”

“Oh.” His mother sounded surprised, but Luka was used to Rose doing odd things. She was a ray of sunshine dating his shadow of a sister, taken in by their pirate mother. “She was looking for you actually. Wanted to ask for a book to be held at your job and you almost never answer your phone unless you call first so. Where were you Tuesday? She thought you’d be at the library or grading papers.”

“Ah. I was helping tutor someone.”

“You?”

That wasn’t an insult. Luka was a nice person who gave encouragement but he had little patience for teaching people. He tried with Juleka, who snapped at him as much as he did her and the few times he tried during school to try and get paid for it, it ended up with him being paid to do the work because he’d become short with whoever he was teaching.

“There’s this student, a freshman. He’s…different.”

“Different enough that your tutoring him?”

He hadn’t planned it. Adrien dragged him back into conversation that night by asking for advice on how he managed to do it all during his first years, not that he seemed to listen as his main focus was trying to prove he was serious. He’d been invited back to Adrien’s room – all brightly coloured can slightly covered in black cat hair – and when Adrien admitted to studying magazines more than his text books, he sort of, snapped. He thought dismantling the desk turned vanity would annoy Adrien enough that he wouldn’t even try but even with a bit of groaning, Adrien still unearthed his textbooks and let Luka help him. Instead of heading to the library after Barbot’s classes, he’d find himself with Adrien, either dragging him to the library with him, admitting defeat and going to a coffee shop on occasion or to Adrien’s room. Being at his room meant sharing the new desk space with Plagg, Adrien’s cat and quizzing Adrien as he became as addicted to Redbulls as Adrien was. Whenever Adrien had essays or readings, Luka would still find himself in the dorm room working on his own work for classes or whatever Barbot dropped in his lap for work.

He hadn’t realised he’d fallen into new habits since meeting Adrien. It probably explained why when he went to their next study session, after he convinced Adrien to skip going home for Thanksgiving, that he took the whole package his mother had sent him and pushed back their normal video call where he’d eat the food sent with them.

“What’s this?” Adrien asked pulling out the half-thawed pieces of turkey and artichoke dip.

“I know you wanted to see your friends, so I thought we should at least feast on the classics. Unless you were heading home to France and want foir gros.”

“Gross.” Adrien said, scrunching his nose. He looked a picture, dressed down in an oversized pink UCLA hoodie and pyjama pants covered in anime characters. “I hate foir gros. To be honest, I hadn’t decided where I was going. I just planned on figuring it out when I got to the airport. Oh, don’t look at me like that. We don’t celebrate thanksgiving in France but I have good memories of it. one of my older sorority sisters invited me my first year. It was a massive thing, somehow missing all the trashy drama that happens now, but they let me join in their traditions, we watched the Addams Family movies and just eat the food. France just has my family. Though, dad is paying for me to come here, even after he didn’t think I should. I know most of my family doesn’t think I’m all that serious, even after what I did just to go to school in person with people and I’d like to prove to them I am. But they still believed in me. All I had to do was ace the LSATs and all years were paid. I guess passing my first year would prove to them they made the right choice.”

“You will.” Luka promised. “Now, we can steal the oven in the kitchen to warm the food up while I quiz you on famous cases. Remember, Barbot is going to have you justify your case for your test. Think you can keep up?”

Adrien looked nervous, but like everything else – except for when he’d broken down on that bench that fall night – he looked determined.

“I can do it.”

_____________________

The crush? That started to clue in later. His mother would tease him whenever he mentioned he’d been with Adrien, which was nearly every day when he wasn’t busy. The holidays had thankfully slowed the office as many gave up high profile cases for vacations in warmer weathers but Luka filled the time off he’d been given with more shifts at his jobs, going over Adrien’s work and slowly getting Adrien to realise that his desire to get Kagami’s attention was doing more harm than good.

It had clicked for the blonde when Luka came to drop off his present. It had been a joke, the 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, mostly to see the disgusted and horrified look on his face when Luka mentioned he used it.

“you have coloured hair! You recently coloured it too.” Luka hadn’t expected Adrien to dig his hands into his hair, messing up his bangs and causing them to fall into his eyes. “how on earth do you use that stuff and your hair is this soft?” Luka should have picked up on something when he noticed that Adrien’s hands, whenever they passed over his ears, were really soft. “You are joking right? Luka, I swear if this is what you actually use.”

Someone clearing their throat reminded them they weren’t alone. Luka pulled Adrien’s hands away to look at the guy smirking at them from Adrien’s bed. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the show.”

“Ah. Right. Luka, this is Max. he graduated from MIT early and works at the nail salon I go to.”

“Right. With the miniature horse.”

“He’s a trained therapy animal.” Max reassured. Honestly, Luka was doing criminal and divorce law, that was not his problem. “I was helping Adrien study. I think I’ll head out though. Nice to finally meet you Luka. Adrien mentions you all the time.”

“Nothing bad!” Adrien assured as Max disappeared doing something behind Luka’s head that he barely caught. “But seriously, you were joking right?”

“Adrien?” Kagami asked, knocking on the door. The blonde ripped his wrists from Luka’s hands and smiled at his ex. “have you gotten the email from Barbot yet? I wanted to print off the reading he wants us to do to read on the plane home and I still haven’t seen anything.”

“I, uh,” Adrien giggled. “I…um?”

Luka decided to help him out. “I send the readings out. Barbot hasn’t sent me the original documents he wants. It’ll be out soon.”

Kagami seemed surprised to see him there, glancing at Adrien before nodding to herself. She looked set on something before offering her thanks and leaving, Adrien still as incoherent as he’d been when she walked in. he knew this is why Adrien wasn’t doing so well, focused on getting Kagami’s attention. Why it filled him with such hot rage, he had no clue. Watching Adrien put the pieces together and actually win his practise case was amazing, more so when Barbot seriously accepted Adrien’s resume for his internship, even printed on pink paper and scented. When Adrien was one of the 4 names, Luka couldn’t be prouder.

He could have done without him deciding to be a trustworthy lawyer to their client Clara Nightengale by keeping her alibi secret and not budging for anyone. Not even him. It somehow then evolved into Adrien dragging him shopping.

“I don’t need a new suit.” He tried protesting as the entered the department store.

“Luka,” Adrien turned, looking odd in the black suit he was in. it was the first time he wasn’t in any sort of pink. “I know you’ll find a way of winning this without Clara’s alibi or a plea deal, not to mention doing the one thing you’re trying to avoid.”

“Which is?”

“giving people what they want. Luka, come on, you became a lawyer because everyone thought you’d amount to nothing and that your mother was the same. The same woman who raised you to be a rebel and do the right thing.”

“How is clothes going to help with that?”

Adrien actually giggled and bounced in place at the question. “clothes help paint the picture. I love your jean jackets and ripped jeans and I know you’re an amazing lawyer but looking the part would be a massive help in showing what you can do. I know you’re amazing. Now we just need to show everyone else. Come on! god, I love shopping for guys!”

Since dawning the black suit, Adrien seemed to be hiding but the whole experience made him look like the naive freshman who graduated UCLA to follow a girl he’d moved on from. Silly as it sounded, it was the side of Adrien he loved. He didn’t do this, get so involved with a student that they became his best friend, that he wanted to gain their approval, that they’d be so concerned over him not going back on his morals just to gain the approval of a boss to make his life easier.

“Love? It’s the new scent from Calvin Klein.” A department associated offered.

He didn’t fall in love.

But since that first day, where Adrien rushed over to their group decked in pink and carrying Plagg, full of tales and anecdote, unwilling to give up no matter how hard, Luka’s whole life had changed. There was a new routine, a new path. That first day was the start of something new he was never expecting.

And he wouldn’t change it for the world. The things that almost made him lose him after, that he would, but considering it got Adrien back into his signature pink plus bonus heels – a sight that would never get old – he couldn’t be too upset.

#lukadrienjune #lukadrienmonth #lukadrienjune2024

[cosettepontmercys]

Hi! Ya I totally agree that festivals are probably exhausting especially if you went to all days. I've always kinda wanted to go to one though and I like that there are a lot of different artists. I've always wanted to go to Outsidelands or maybe Coachella one day just to see what it's like and for the experience so it's still cool that you got to go! I'd be worried about the weather too.

So music for me is a lot easier than watching TV shows. I try to and basically listen to everything cuz I like all genres and always listen to new music. I am pretty familiar with most artists. If you recommend some artists you like, I will definitely check them out and add it to my long list haha. So I like everything but my favorite artists are the ones who I've loved for a long time and sometimes kinda from the beginning of their career. My top two are Taylor and Twenty One Pilots though..for their music, and being in the fandom, which are the only two that are like that where I'm obsessed and know a lot about them. Taylors my favorite and they are my sister's favorite. Then Paramore and a Canadian artist called Lights are two more I've been a fan of since like 2009. Then other alternative or emo bands like MCR, Panic at the Disco and Fall Out Boy..but it's not really my everyday music anymore. My favorite kind of music is alternative. I'm also a big fan of The Smiths and The Cure's music and the guitar in their music and their lyrics. Best Coast and Soccer Mommy are two other artists where I love pretty much every single song from them and some of my favorite artists ever now..and I was also kind of a fan from the beginning. The lead singer of Best Coast actually just put out her own solo album last week so that's something I've been playing recently. I also love all of Hayley Williams solo music and Best Coast and Soccer Mommy are kinda similar to Paramores music if that helps. I also like Beabadoobee who opened for Taylor too. I'm also a fan of pop music..and any like singer songwriter girl I will pretty much check out. I loved Carly Rae's last albums and Tori Kelly just put out an EP. I've been a fan of Kelly Clarkson for a long time too and her last album was so good. I'm also a fan of anyone from 1D. I like Sabrina, Gracie, Maisie, and anyone who Taylor recommends usually, like Haim and Phoebe too. I'm excited for Olivia Rodrigo and Holly Humberstone's albums. I also love Broadway and musicals a lot lol. Also Jeremy Jordan is in a band now called Age of Madness and I liked every song from the EP. The only genre I don't really care for is EDM Rap or country..but I still enjoy girl country artists too.

The Barbie house recreated on stage would be so amazing!!! That's so cool that you talked about Smash with someone while you were there haha. I loved the music on the show and omg I forgot about the Bombshell musical. The only thing I kinda knew about the Some Like it Hot musical besides the Tony wins and the plot from the movie was apparently they reused the song Lets Be Bad in the show.

.I think Newsies would be such a cool show to watch live and I like all of the casts too anyway. I missed Waitress on tour but I would have wanted to see that one too. It's another show where all of the cast is good but each performer makes the character a little different. I liked Jessie, Sara, Katharine McPhee and Nicolette too from clips I saw. Drew Gehling and Jeremy were the best Pommaters to me. I wonder who was the cast for the proshot and when it was coming out.

The Notebook musical sounds interesting though with the sets and stuff. Hopefully they can improve it when it does come to Broadway. Movie adaptations are always kinda tricky or cash grabby too, and then it's hard to put songs in or they end up forgettable..or they change it a bit from the original movie .Something like The Bands Visit, Legally Blonde, Waitress, and Beetlejuice and Moulin Rouge are ones I thought worked pretty well. Also did you hear about or what are your thoughts on the new Gatsby musical? It's starring Jeremy Jordan and Eva Noblezada!!!

hellooooo friend! i was telling everyone i know that i'll never do another music festival again, but then my best friend was like "wait but i really want to go to one someday" so i guess i am going to at least one more music festival in my lifetime. the things we do for the people we love! i think outside lands might be chiller than lolla, so i'm thinking i might do that with her at some point depending on the lineup? the lineup this year looks really good; i was looking at it a while ago before landing on lolla — there's a bit of overlap with lolla artists (including my girl holly!!) but there's also conan gray, who i'd love to see live, and inhaler (who i saw live earlier this year), and samia (who i wish i'd gotten to see earlier this year, but things just didn't quite work out). music is also easier for me than tv shows! especially since i can listen to them while i work! i like beabadoobee — she was fun to see live at lolla! she's actually coming to seattle in a few days i think, but i decided to pass on her concert just because i've spent too much money lately (especially on live music). i'm so so excited for holly humberstone, i feel like i've been waiting on her debut for ages. some other people i've been listening to lately are: griff, grace enger (who is opening for maisie on her us tour; her album just came out yesterday), cate canning, gretta ray (who has an album out next week), claire rosinkranz (who opened for maisie's aftershow), the japanese house, renee rapp, charli xcx, haim, muna, lily kincade, clairo, isabel pless, del water gap, lizzy mcalpine, etc.! i had no idea that jeremy jordan is in a band now; i'll have to go look it up later! ooh i didn't realize that! i haven't kept up with SLIH at all but i've had friends go and say it was amazing, and the choreo was beautifully done! i just have not really been paying attention to broadway lately </3 i loveeee drew gehling's pomatter; i know some people think he got stale near the end but i was always charmed by him haha. i do have a soft spot for drew though because he was in roman holiday! i've seen links for the proshot floating around but i've never seen it; i really should sit down and watch it some day. ooh yes! all the ones you listed were great movie → musical adaptations, and i'd also add once, sing street, and amelie to list (among others)! i think it's just like ... the newer/more recent ones feel very ... underdone/cashgrabby/like they're just churning out musicals to have them if that makes sense? i am very intrigued about the gatsby musical, especially since there's two — it'll be a very "wild party" situation again i think! i'm very curious to see how jeremy jordan and eva noblezada play off each other (esp. since he's quite a bit older than her). i actually really love gatsby; my english teacher was phenomenal the year we read gatsby and made me really appreciate analyzing text/annotating/etc. more! i cannot waittttt to see the costumes and set (i'm a very visual person!) what about you? what do you think of it?

#post: answered #i will get to your other ask later today !! running late for work 🤍

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Amid missile strikes, being queer in Ukraine is defiance against Putin

As missiles rained down on Kramatorsk last night, killing nine people, including three children, and wounding at least 56 more (see more below), Kyiv did one of the things that Russian President Vladimir Putin hates the most: it celebrated the diversity of its LGBTQ+ community with the Sunny Bunny Film Festival, Ukraine’s first film festival dedicated to queer filmmaking.

The honorees of the Sunny Bunny Film Festival, with Monro second from right. (Christopher Allbritton)

It was a milestone for the flamboyant and attention-grabbing activist in Ukraine, which despite being more open than Russia, is still conservative when it comes to LGBTQ+ rights. “You’re the first to know!” she exclaimed about her name change, through her friend Vita, who translated.

Russia has elevated homophobia to state policy and even used the existence of people like Monro, 45, to justify its invasion. Russia has partly framed the war as a defense of “traditional values” from Western policies that “are directly leading to degradation and degeneration, because they are contrary to human nature.”

Meanwhile, Ukraine is debating a bill that would recognize civil partnerships, a step on the road to legalizing marriage between two people, regardless of their gender identity. Ukraine’s parliament also unanimously passed a bill on Dec. 15, 2022, banning hate speech against LGBTQ+ individuals in the country’s media.

It’s a reflection of what many Ukrainians believe the war is being fought for. On the one hand, Russia invaded and Ukrainians are defending their country. But the Ukrainians are defending more than their land. They are defending the right to have a more tolerant, progressive, democratic Ukraine emerge from the violence.

Monro poses outside the Zhovten Cinema where the Sunny Bunny film festival concluded. (Christopher Allbritton)

“I do see the changes,” Monro said. “The changes are happening. But I really wish the changes would happen outside Kyiv, throughout Ukraine.” 

Monro says she proudly lives openly, and has for 24 years, and that she loves Ukraine — “Ukraine is a perfect country for my life.” But she also recognizes it has a long way to go.

“I understand this country now is not comfortable for LGBTQ+ people,” she said. “But everything is possible. We want so badly to live in a free country where our rights are respected. And not just LGBTQ — the rights of other minorities as well.”

She admits that one of the reasons she stays in Ukraine is because, “In Ukraine, I’m a superstar!” she says as a wide smile lights up her face. It’s obvious she loves being famous and the attention she gets when in public. 

And she is striking: tall, slim, with cascading blonde locks, and with a small buzz of hangers-on surrounding her the entire time we spoke. In truth, she resembles Charlize Theron more than Marilyn Monroe, on whom she modeled her initial drag performer personality, but who could quibble? 

She is a prolific video blogger on YouTube, where she dishes out fashion, lifestyle, and sex advice to her 95,600 subscribers. Her videos are an intimate glimpse into her life, with a charming and refreshing giving-no-fucks vibe.

A screenshot from a Youtube video posted by Monro.

In her early 20s, some friends introduced her to musical giants such as Elton John, which helped launch her career. She was soon working as a hostess and emcee at a gay nightclub in Kyiv called Freedom, according to a 2013 article in the Kyiv Post, and has since gone on to produce her own live theatre show. She has also found success as a TV and radio host. 

Today, the full-fledged invasion by Russia has, somewhat ironically, boosted LGBTQ+ rights in Ukraine. “A lot of LGBTQ people went to serve in the military,” she said. “And we have many people coming out because of that, among the military, celebrities, public people.” 

But the government, despite the draft civil partnership law, still doesn’t fully support the LGBTQ+ community, she said. “It doesn’t stop us,” she said. “But it doesn’t necessarily support us, either.” 

“Our President Zelenskyy respondent to that petition [the draft civil law] and he supported it,” she said. “He was very” — and here she chose her words delicately — “diplomatic about it, but he did support it.” 

The war has changed Ukraine and Ukrainians, sometimes for the better. For her, the war led her to discover who she truly is. 

“For 22 years, I did drag,” she said. “I reached great heights through drag. I am the best in this country. … But when the war started, I realized this was the way to find myself, that I am transgender.”

“I’m just fucking amazing,” she says. “What can I say?”

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Good morning to readers, Kyiv remains in Ukrainian hands. The Ukrainian counteroffensive progresses, Russia picks itself up after an attempted rebellion, and on the 27th anniversary of the Ukrainian constitution, Russia is killing Ukrainian children. 

A missile struck a popular restaurant (Ross's favorite) in the city center of Kramatorsk yesterday evening, killing at least nine, including three children, and wounding at least 56.

Photo of the Ria restaurant, next to the Kramatorsk hotel, sent to Ross by one of his friends on the scene.

The strike whipped up a firestorm on Twitter and Telegram due to the large number of foreign military trainers, international journalists, and notable Ukrainians in the vicinity. A video posted by an international volunteer medical coalition portrays a glimpse of the carnage. 

Liliia Trokymets, who was at the restaurant, posted harrowing images on social media immediately following the strike. 

Wall Street Journal Yaroslav Trofimov minced no words. 

Meanwhile, as more information about the Wagner rebellion trickles out of Russia, power could be shifting away from Putin. Putin's absence in the days following the insurrection, and his inability to prevent it, has seriously endangered his previously iron-tight grip on power. 

Putin and Prigozhin's contradictory statements continue to work against them both. Prigozhin's announcement that the mutiny was halted to prevent Russian blood from being spilled, means far less against the backdrop of seven downed aircraft and 13 Russian pilots killed by Wagner in a single day.

"The people who were dragged into the rebellion saw that the army, the people were not with them," Putin announced to a cadre of his generals in a televised meeting earlier this week… totally ignoring the deluge posted online showing civilians in Rostov-on-don welcoming the Wagnerites in droves. 

A young boy hugs a member of Wagner group in Rostov-on-Don, on June 24, 2023. (Photo by ROMAN ROMOKHOV/AFP via Getty Images)

Belarussian President Aleksandr Lukashenko's supposed mediation of the conflict has resulted in PMC Wagner camping out in his own backyard. "Do not make a hero out of me, neither of me nor of Putin nor of Prigozhin, because we let the situation slip from our hands, and then we thought that it would resolve itself, but it did not," he said yesterday. 

A stateless, mercenary army is bivouacked on European soil. What is this the 1630s? Historical parallels aside, with Wagner now situated between him and Russia, Lukashenko's influence within Russian politics has likely deepened and he may have further strengthened his own position against Russian encroachment in Belarus. 

Meanwhile, Ukraine is following the advice Napoleon gave to Marshal Soult: "When the enemy is making a false movement we must take good care not to interrupt him." According to the Institute for the Study of War, Ukrainian forces are capitalizing on Russia's recent chaos, and slowly pushing the invaders out around Bakhmut, Donetsk, and Zaporizhzhia. 

The United Kingdom’s Ministry of Defence said that Ukrainian Airborne forces have advanced east towards Donetsk City, capturing territory from Russia’s proxies there for the first time since 2014 and pressuring the Chechen and so-called Donetsk People’s Republic forces in the area. 

"At Krasnohorivka, as a result of a well-planned counterattack, our assault units took over several positions that had been held since 2014,” a spokesman for the defense forces said. “This is the so-called territory of the DPR, under Donetsk itself." 

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Hello everyone, Chris here. I hope you enjoyed my interview with Monro. As I mentioned in our previous newsletter, I’ve covered several conflicts over the past 20 years. But while the Russian invasion is one of the most brutal I’ve witnessed, I don’t think I’ve met more interesting people living through a more contradictory predicament than here. 

In less than a week, I’ve interviewed a gang of role-players using their hobby as a way to find community and get through the dark days. I’ve been flirted with by fabulous LGBTQ+ activists like Monro. And I’ve seen the most idyllic scenes of peaceful urban living in the west of a country whose east is overridden by marauding invaders.

A moody Saturday in Lviv. (Christopher Allbritton)

The next day, was as clear and bright a day as one could imagine, and seemingly all of Lviv’s populace was out in the old city’s central park.

The song you’re hearing is Chervona Ruta, written by Volodymyr Ivasyuk in 1968. It is so popular (and uncopyrighted) that as I wandered around Lviv, I found no less than three busker groups playing this at the same time. Named for a mythical red flower, it is a popular Ukrainian folk song.

It’s hard not to hear the symbolism when the unified voices of the audience rise up in the song’s break. I know I talk a lot about defiance and resilience, but here, it’s real.

Of course, Lviv also provided the requisite “Old Guys Playing Chess on the Park Bench” and “A Young Girl Sits for Portrature” moments, too.

Old Guys Playing Chess on the Park Bench. (Christopher Allbritton)

Portraiture of a Young Girl. (Christopher Allbritton)

Several people have asked me if I feel safe in Kyiv. “I have confidence in the Ukrainian Armed Forces and American Patriot missile systems,” I reply. And it’s true. The combination of Ukrainian determination and training, along with Western military hardware does lend a real sense that the major cities, anyway, are relatively safe. 

But last night’s missile attack on Kramatorsk was shocking. And it’s a reminder that while life goes on as “normal” in much of the country, the same can’t be said for the parts of Ukraine still occupied or within range of Russian artillery. And it makes me wonder how safe we really are here in Kyiv. 

The scars of the last year’s Battle for Kyiv are still evident on the road from Lviv. Driving in, we saw the skeletons of buildings collapsed by fires caused by close combat in February last year. These remnants are disturbingly close to the capital.

A destroyed building seen through a shrapnel-torn metal fence just outside Kyiv. (Christopher Allbritton)

And just before you reach the Kyiv city limits, where the forest creeps up to the concrete, signs dot the highway’s shoulders, warning of Ukrainian minefields, laid in a successful bid to halt the Russian advances. 

And yet, even among the destruction, there is beauty. We found our own Chervona Ruta blooming among the debris.

Life finds a way. (Christopher Allbritton)

I don’t want to minimize any death or misery the Ukrainians are suffering at the hands of a revanchist, imperial state. But it’s also important to remember that all wars end and there must be some light to look towards. 

One of the lyrics of Chervon Ruta is “Мені квітку надії,” – I have a flower of hope. The Ukrainians have theirs.

Today’s Dog of War is Flika, the delightful companion of our colleague Myroslava.

[huipinkhair]

gonna do the honors and start the qna because i'm your #1 fan (real not fake)

what's your favorite musical? i really like waitress, legally blonde, and heathers!! but waitress will always be my favorite 🤗

hamilton also has super good songs but i don't really find the storyline that interesting (imo), the room where it happened is literally amazing i listened to that song like five times today

this was more of a rant than a question- BUT NO ONE WILL REPLACE ME AS SOPHIE'S #1 FAN‼️

ISAAAAA MY BB !!

So this question is so perfect bc I studied musical theatre in college bc I’m so very cool 🤓

I really love Heathers, that was my first proper musical that, like, my parents didn’t make me watch or whatever

Then it was Hamilton just bc the songs are so good !! I have watched the whole thing but I mainly just listen to the ost on Spotify

And also Matilda the musical !! I went to see it live with some of my family and it was SO GOOD I haven’t seen the movie version yet but the songs slap !!

I’m your #1 fan too dude ily 🥰🥰🥰

#isa my love 🤍 #huipinkhair #mins-fins

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I posted 143 times in 2022

That's 143 more posts than 2021!

46 posts created (32%)

97 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sunnythebunny2

@cashthecomposer

@dying-weeds

@beyoncescock

@thirtysixfrogsinatrenchcoat

I tagged 71 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#musicals - 10 posts

#love - 8 posts

#kotlc - 7 posts

#newsies - 6 posts

#shitpost - 6 posts

#lol - 5 posts

#music - 5 posts

#tumblr - 4 posts

#livesies - 4 posts

#legally blonde the musical - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 71 characters

#i hope no one’s done this before and i actually had an original thought

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Newsies live if you look closely

During the fight between the police and the newsies Jack shoves Les in the trash can and tells him to stay down but he pops up like a frigging whack a mole

14 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#4

my english teacher thinks i just have a good vocabulary but really i’m just a fansie with a problem

15 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#3

Jupiter: Welcome to Applebees! Would you like the apples or the bees?

Morrigan: Bees?

Jupiter: She has chosen the BEEEEESSSSS!!!!!

*Jupiter, Hawthorne, Jack, and a reluctant Cadence appear, and release thousands of dog sized bees into the air*

19 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

“Peggy!”

“So’s the Bronx!”

“And I’m Javert!”

same vibes

110 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

✨that note✨ in musicals

please add your own!

Beetlejuice:mama i’m going HOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMEEEEEE

Mamma Mia: The winner takes it ALLLL

Legally Blonde: i pretend like i’m in IREEELLLLLAAAANNNNNDDDDD

Newsies: the poor guys head is SSSSPPPPPIIIIINNNNNIIIIINNNNGGGGG

little shop of horrors: I got garden style, major moves. I got the stuff and I think that proves. You better move it out, nature calls. You got the point, i’m gonna bust your ballls

Hamilton: and when my time is up, have i done enough?

In the heights: It won’t be long noooooowwwwwwww

Into the woods: It’s the laaasssst MIDNIGHT

Dear Evan Hansen: But every sun doesn’t rise, and no one tells you where you went wrong

Hairspray: Maybelles segment in you can’t stop the beat

Wicked: FIYYYYYEEEEERRRRROOOOOO

West Side Story: AND SUDDENLY I FOUND HOW WONDERFUL A SOUND CAN BE MARRRRIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAA

Tick Tick Boom: Sounds like we’re in for a twister, I DONT SEE A RAINBOW DO YOU

Les Mis:RED THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN

Hadestown: ALLL IVE EVER KNOWN IS HOW TO HOLD MY OWN BUT NOW i wanna hold you too

Bandstand: CREAM RIIIIISSSSSEEEEESSSS

Anastasia:Once upon a DECEMBEERRRRRRR

230 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

160 of 2022

01. Do you have a pool?

No, I don’t. I live in a tiny terraced house in the city centre.

02. How many times have you been on a plane?

Zero. I like planes, but at the same time I’m scared of them.

03. Favorite icecream flavor?

Lemon or something?

04. The key to happiness is?

Good health. Mine is quite far from that.

05. Favorite movie actress/actor?

I’m not that much interested in movies and actors.

06. Last time you ordered fast food?

I don’t really eat fast food.

07. First CD you ever purchased?

I don’t remember, but I think it was a self-titled album by Natalia Oreiro.

08. Favorite book you read?

I can’t pick one. I have too many favourite books. I simply love books.

09. Do you own anything from Tiffany&Co.?

Yeah, I own a small bottle of their signature perfume, I don’t even know from where.

10. Do you have a TikTok?

No, and I don’t ever want to have. I don’t get the appeal of it anyway.

11. Closest red object you see:

My soup mug.

12. Last time you went to the zoo, year:

1992. According to my parents, I’ve been crying all the time. Guess I’ve never liked zoos from the start :P

13. I made an extra grilled cheese, want it?

...is grilled cheese the same thing as our croque-monsieur? If so, then yes, please. (I’ve just checked, it’s not entirely the same; ours originates from France and contains ham in it)

14. Do you enjoy driving?

It’s always stress. I can’t drive by myself anyway these times, because of epilepsy.

15. First initial of your middle name;

S.

16. How many TVs do you have in your home?

Three. One in each room.

17. Do you play TheSims4?

I don’t, but my sister did when she was younger.

18. Have you ever made your own bath bombs?

No, but I would like to try.

19. Your favorite store as a teen?

New Yorker, I guess.

20. Favorite memory of 2020?

Going to Poland for vacation.

21. Happy 21st Birthday, what is/was your first legal drink purchase?

Beer. Fun fact: we don’t have legal drinking age in Belgium. We only have legal purchasing age, which is 16 for beer and wine and 18 for anything stronger than 22%. Therefore, no one can do anything when a kid drinks with somepne older than 16.

22. Do you wear socks to bed?

No, never.

23. Who do you know who enjoys sushi?

Yes, myself. :D

24. You get 2 pizza toppings, what are they?

Mushrooms and cheese.

25. Ever dipped your pizza in ranch?

Honestly, I barely even know what ranch is :P

26. Ever dye your hair blonde?

No, it would require bleaching :(

27. Do you know anyone famous?

Not really in person.

28. Favorite YouTuber?

Nik Nocturnal. This dude is awesome.

29. You can only listen to one genre of music for the rest of your life, you choose:

Djent. That was easy.

30. Name a Pokémon:

Pikachu. Yeah yeah, very stereotypical :P

[created by: @itakesurveys]

#survey #random survey #q&a survey

[popsicle-parfait]

Security Breach Headcannons

A/n: these are just thoughts that came into my head the more I think about the characters in the game or at least the main four, I'm sure these are actually pretty decent compared to what I saw on other platforms. Like, when I was just browsing for fnaf content I saw quite a few content creators bashing certain characters in security breach like Monty or Vanessa and I know it shouldn't make me feel bad but like... They were straight up violent with the way they described them so I just want to get away from that and spread some positivity... Or at least the little bit of it that I have, anyways sorry to post this late, here you go!

(it bothers me that this image is so big.. )

Freddy Fazbear (Glamrock Vr. )

Freddy visits the daycare often to chat with Sundrop/Sunrise/Sun and interact with the the kids.

Freddy likes to make dad jokes from time to time but sometimes they don't land and he gets all huffy about it.

When no one's looking Freddy likes to play around the merchandise in the prize counters, he think they're neat.

When Freddy was first built he had a problem with getting cake jammed in his hatch so they had to resort to smaller cakes.

He likes to memorize the faces of the children he performs for, it makes him smile when he sees them come back to the Pizzaplex.

Freddy can't whistle properly dye to having fangs and not teeth like the old animatronics.

He likes to complement fanart no matter how bad the quality is, he thinks it's nice that someone went out of their way to draw him.

Montgomery Gator

Monty and GR!Bonnie actually get along great with eachother despite the popularity situation, they just hate being compared to each other.

The only reason Monty takes his anger out by trashing his room is because it reminds him too much of what he has to live up to despite being the "popular" animatronic.

Monty loves kids, although he's nervous to actually interact with them due to his aggressive nature.

Monty was originally supposed to play the drums but after an accident they decided he should play something more durable.

Glamrock Chica

GR!Chica actually takes her music career seriously despite how she can't sing well.

None of the Chicas like eachother and that's a damn fact, but GR!Chica just wants to rock out despite the conflict.

Since Chica's beak got broken, once they put it back on it wasn't as tightly attached as it used to be. Because of this every now and again she would twitch her beak out of sensitivity.

Chica loves to play DDR because it's fun to stop around without being told off for it.

Roxanne Wolf

Roxanne actually wanted to play the keyboard due to their original concept being a rock band but after some changes she got a keytar instead and she's pretty okay with it.

When given the time, Roxanne likes to watch beauty channels and listen to all of the drama online.

Despite being an animatronic Roxanne just can't help but howl at the moon sometimes (Moondrop sadly is a witness to this behavior).

Roxanne likes to take a bit of inspiration from movies like Mean Girls and Legally Blonde because she thinks it boost her confidence.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #nb reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #non binary reader #fnaf roxanne #fnaf montgomery #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #glamrock animatronics #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #headcanon

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

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[sinner-as-saint]

Let Me Love You.

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU.

Run-through: Things happened between you and your boss over a weekend recently; while on a business trip. Boundaries were crossed, lines were blurred – rather salaciously. Following this; you decide to resign from your dream job because you couldn’t handle the guilt of having been so unethical. So vulnerable and open. Neither could you handle his burning stare at work, nor the craving of being under him each time you looked at him. So you decide to leave before you ruin your own career and further. But then, your boss shows up at your doorstep – determined to make you realize that this isn’t so bad after all…

Themes: smut, fluff, ceo!bucky (because I miss him)

You felt awful as you stepped into your apartment.

Sighing as you looked around; thinking about how the job you just quit had paid for this lavish home you owned currently. Removing your shoes by the door, dropping your bag and keys beside them you lazily crossed your spacious living room and stepped into the main balcony.

Given you were high up, the view you had of the city was to die for. The sun was going down, and usually you loved sunsets but you couldn’t appreciate this one as much as you wanted to. You were stressed; now jobless.

You thought back to the past week you had just hustled through. Monday was weird; he avoided you like the plague. Tuesday was the same, except you caught him staring in your direction while in a rather important meeting. Wednesday, he still didn’t say a word – except for his usual demands which being his PA you had to meet. Thursday he didn’t come to work; which then gave you more time to think about everything which happened recently, allowing you more time to feel guilty and weird.

And today, given it was Friday he was the busiest he’s been all week. Yet despite that, he managed to send you looks which spoke volumes even in crowded rooms. And you couldn’t take it anymore. You believed you were someone who wouldn’t be able to mix work and pleasure and find a healthy balance, so for the sake of your own peace of mind; you produced a resignation letter and placed it on his desk when he wasn’t in his office. And you left for the day.

You knew he always lingered at his office for a while longer on Fridays. So you were sure that by now he must have found your letter. You wondered if he felt just as awkward and weird as you did, and if so, then he’d accept your resignation without any hesitation.

You sighed one more time, taking in the cool air and the orange-pinkish sky. You walked back inside and decided that soaking in warm water and essential oils would make you feel a little better. So that’s what you went for.

 Thoughts of him filled your head as you soaked in the warm bath water. Your boss. James Buchanan Barnes; powerful name for an equally powerful man. He was the kind of person you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Respect, fame, wealth, authority, power; he had it all.

And recently, just a week ago, he had taken over you as well…

-Flashback-

Friday morning you came to work and found out that you would be accompanying your boss on a short business trip. You didn’t make a fuss, even if it meant sacrificing your days off. The paycheck you received each month made up perfectly well for it.

Paris for weekend, to attend a business conference didn’t sound so bad after all.

“Sir, I’ve just been notified that you’ve cancelled the hotel reservations?” you questioned while scrolling through your mails. While you were just a little confused by this, the man in front of you was clearly not.

Sat across you on the dark seat; well-groomed as always – dark suit, perfect hair, perfect face, strong jaw and strong built. He looked like he could be on a magazine cover. Pure, drop dead gorgeous male. Many of your friends often asked you how you kept your calm and composure around him, and how could you not want to jump his bones all the time. To which you answered; you didn’t see your handsome boss in that light.

But oh did you lie.

You were human. And you did find your boss to be super attractive just like the rest of the world did. But did you do anything about it? No. Firstly, that would be highly unprofessional. Secondly, he was way out of your league. Still, it was hard being around a man this handsome. Knowing he was single and available made it worse.

“I did.” he answered, just as confidently as he did everything else. “It’s just one night, Y/N. We’ll stay at my penthouse.” He stated.

You nodded and replied back to your assistant who had initially emailed you about this sudden change. ‘We’ll stay at my penthouse’…

You had shared residence before. Once you spent the night at his mansion because of work load. Then another time you two shared a cabin while on a trip. Once you shared a hotel room because separate rooms weren’t available. But this, today seemed a little different. And you couldn’t place a finger on what it was.

It didn’t rub you the wrong way or anything. He just seemed so cheery, which was unlike the normally slightly grumpy man. But then again, who were you to question his decisions? So you went along.

You two landed in Paris on Saturday morning. The conference was to be held on the same evening, followed by a formal party of some sort, then the two of you would be making your way back home by Sunday evening. Quite a tame weekend… until it wasn’t.

 Throughout the whole conference, you felt a pair of eyes staring at you from across the room. Meanwhile you were talking to an acquaintance – legal advisor of one of the many businessmen who were attending the same conference as your boss. Steve was a friend of a friend but you two were currently bonding more and more due to work.

And little did you know, that Bucky hated it.

He was watching. He’s always watching you. Not in a creepy manner, in a protective way. As a woman, you were somewhat oblivious to the effect you had on people when you entered a room. You never noticed it, but your boss did.

Bucky knew how every man turned their heads to look at you. How every woman envied you. And it was never about what you wore, or how you did your hair. It was always about how you carried yourself, how you walked so confidently, how you were always polite and proper. And so beautiful.

As much as he liked showing you off, Bucky hated it when he wasn’t the only one who had all your attention. Like right now. He clenched his jaw as he studied how this man approached you. Blonde hair, tall and muscular – Bucky hated him immediately. He hated him a little more after he saw how the guy hugged you; a lingering hug which Bucky never got. Then he hated him a little more when he saw how you dragged your hands down the guy’s arm, refusing to let go of him.

You never touched him like that. Bucky asked someone close by and he was told that the guy you were talking to was someone named Steve Rogers, and he was a lawyer and an acquaintance of yours.

Hmm.

He tried to look away but he couldn’t. Bucky envied the guy talking to you. He didn’t like how close he was standing to you. He didn’t like how he kept his hands at your elbows so gently, caging you, keeping you to himself. He hated it.

 Then he asked you about it on the elevator, as you two made your way up to his penthouse to get changed and ready for the party later.

“You know Rogers?” he asked out of nowhere. His tone just as serious and cold as always.

“Yes. He’s… a friend.” You smiled innocently, thinking back to how you and Steve had successfully broken the ice earlier.

Silence.

 You each took a room inside his lavish penthouse apartment. You immediately loved the place. You had about two hours before the party so there was no need to rush. You took your time, yet your mind couldn’t help but drift towards how your boss has been acting in the past hours. First he was all cheery and warm, and now he’s back to his grumpy self.

Oh well.

You stepped out of your room just in time, your boss was waiting by the foyer dressed in a signature, all black, 3-piece suit. He looked devilishly handsome.

“You look lovely, Y/N.” He said softly as you walked towards him. You couldn’t help but smile and tried to hide your face by looking down at the marble floor. Before you could recover from his rare compliment, he reached for your hand and walked the two of your towards the elevator again.

You noticed it then. The shift between the two of you.

The party was amazing. Lovely people, lovely music, nice conversations; what more does one need? Then again, you could still feel a pair of eyes on you. At some point, you dared to look up and you made eye contact with your boss.

He was staring with an unreadable expression on his face. You shook it off and went back to the conversation you were currently part of, but you could tell he hadn’t stopped staring at you.

 You two met on the elevator again after the party, on your way up for the night.

“You and Rogers seem close.” He pointed out.

You were surprised at the tone he used – that of disgust and anger. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

He scoffed, then turned to you. “Is something going on between you two?” Same tone as before.

Your eyes widened. “No. No, what makes you say that?” part of you wondered why the hell was he so suddenly interested in your personal life.

“Just asking.”

You couldn’t help it. “Are you alright, Mr. Barnes? You haven’t been yourself in the past-,”

He cut you off abruptly. By backing you into the corner of the elevator, the cold metal pressing against your back as his warm hand held you gently at your waist.

“Am I alright?” he mocked in that authoritative voice of his. “No, Miss Y/N. I’m not alright.” He confessed. “I’m not alright with you being so close to me, yet not being able to touch you. I’m not alright with seeing other men making you smile,” he inched his face closer you yours, “making you laugh, dance with you, touch you like I can’t. I hate it.”

His warm breath fanned your face. And as the metal cage got higher and higher, your heartbeat increased in the same tempo. Racing. Rushing. Your thoughts were a mess. Your body was tingling, he was so close. Too close. And you could feel yourself giving into him already.

And you did eventually.

“Then what’s stopping you?” you asked in a whisper, and you heard his little chuckle under his breath. This could be a wrong idea, but it felt right. You looked up into his piercing stormy blue eyes and you saw it; the hunger, the desire, the need.

You were sure yours mirrored the same emotions. Bucky pulled away just for a second, to press the key to stop the elevator from moving upwards any further. Then he turned to you again. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered against your parted lips, barely touching them with his own but the proximity was enough to make you lightheaded.

You nodded quickly and his mouth was on yours immediately. His lips moved against yours perfectly. He slipped his tongue past your lips and stroked the top of your mouth, driving you crazy. His kiss was just how you imagined it would be; hot, passionate, and exciting.

Your hands found their way into his hair and your fingers ran through his soft locks. He pushed his muscular body into yours even more and you gasped as you felt how close he actually was. His body heat wrapping around you.

His hands slowly reached up and slid the straps of your satin gown down your shoulders, letting it fall and bunch around your waist. He had been wanting to do that all night, especially since he saw you dancing with that guy Steve.

Bucky smirked at the sight of the flimsy, lacy lingerie you had on; which he was sure he could tear off your body in less than a second. And he did, allowing the thin material to fall to the floor. He gently touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His lips trailing down your neck; kissing, licking and biting.

His mouth didn’t leave your skin as his hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. His hand slipped into your underwear with no shame, his knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He chuckled upon feeling just how aroused you were. “So perfect…” he whispered.

He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went. You whimpered quietly against him; your gown barely covered your body. But Bucky was nowhere near complaining. In fact, he had been thinking about what you looked like under that dress since the first time he saw you this evening.

His hand gently wrapped around your throat. He gave it a little squeeze and an involuntary, playful smile formed on your face. His smirk grew, and so did the fire in him. “Like it when I choke you, huh doll?” he spoke, dragging the tip of his nose along your jaw as his other hand slipped under your skirt and rubbed your clothed core. He couldn’t take it any longer. “I need to have you.” he growled. “Now.”

He pushed his two fingers past your entrance with ease and moaned right in your ear as he felt your wet and warm walls immediately welcoming him in. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots which made you weak in the knees. You bucked your hips against his hand involuntarily, and he chuckled as you moaned out loud while he touched you.

Feeling more confident than earlier, you quickly unbuttoned his pants, palming him through his underwear and feeling his erection. You smirked to yourself as he grunted the moment you touched him.

“I want you…” you mumbled breathlessly. All your worries and overthinking left behind, you wanted him bad. And that’s all you could think of at the moment.

Bucky smirked. He lowered his pants and underwear, then he hurried in pulling down your underwear, letting it all fall and pool around your ankles. You stepped out of it and Bucky picked you up by your thighs and kissed you deeply while holding you between him and the metal surface tightly.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms held on to him tightly. His cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you whimpered through the kiss. Bucky needed to be in you already, all he wanted was to hear you scream his name as you cum around him. So he wasted no time in aligning his throbbing tip to your dripping wet entrance.

He pushed himself into you; stretching you out. His nails digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours scratching at his shoulders as he filled you up; making you whine and moan as he went. You were both gasping by the time he filled you up entirely. His body didn’t feel as foreign as you expected. You two fit perfectly.

Bucky started rocking in and out of you, without wasting any time. You felt all of him; your walls clenched around his thick cock as he started out with slow strokes and then gradually sped up into you. You felt all of him, the bumpy and the velvety skin of his length. He was perfect as he stroked your walls with his pulsating cock. You were a moaning mess in no time.  

His strong arms supported you up by grabbing you at the curve of your ass; holding you against him, as he sped up into you; showing you how much he missed you. He pushed his head into the crook of your neck and swore under his breath, all while occasionally mumbling how much he loves you and how good you feel wrapped around him.

He fucked you relentlessly; earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. Your hand slid into his hair and you tugged on it each time he pushed into you. You soon felt the familiar pressure forming; pressing inside you as the familiar warmth spread all over your body. You moaned wantonly.

Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how his body brought you immense pleasure; your mind a foggy mess. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you, and he soon quickened his pace; earning even more moans and mewls from you.

He pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the wall with each thrust; it hurt just a little. Your body moved along with his like a rag doll. And you never complained once. You could hear the wet sounds that he caused and the sounds of your skin clapping against each other – it was all too sinful.

He moaned right into your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back like it always did no matter where he took you. Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace; pounding into you relentlessly. The pleasure built nicely as he took you higher… and higher… and higher. Until you couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his cock; screaming his name in the process.  

And that was one of the many times he made you cum around him that night…

 -End of flashback-

 Fuck…

You shivered in the warm water at the thought of him deep inside you; how perfect he felt, and how you never wanted to leave that bed with him in it. But then, you thought about how wrong that was; how you shouldn’t have gotten so intimate and personal with your boss. It was wrong, and unethical and a terrible mistake. But it felt good…

Stepping out of your bathroom, wrapped in a soft robe, you felt chills all over your body. Not because of the temperature, but because it felt as though you suddenly weren’t alone in your home. You panicked for a moment. Your heart racing, your thoughts racing faster.

Then you sensed it.

Sensed him.

He was here.

 “Miss Y/N.” He spoke in that damn voice which could make you drop to your knees in less than a second.

Yet you managed to maintain your composure as you slowly turned around to face him. Realization hit you a little late, and you gasped under your breath when you finally saw him standing in the middle of your bedroom. Your initial reaction was to hug your robe tighter around your body.

He looked flawless and powerful as always. Hands shoved in his pockets; accentuating his broad shoulders. That gorgeous smirk on his face. Flawless hair. Flawless face. Bucky smirked. “Oh don’t hide from me. I’ve seen it all, haven’t I?” he teased so effortlessly.

You felt your face getting hotter under his intense gaze. “How did you… how-,”

He cut off your rambling. “I own the building, doll.” he answered like it was the most obvious thing ever.

Right. Of course he owns your apartment building. He also owns half the city.

There was an air of arrogance around him at all times. And you tried so hard to hate it, but you couldn’t. It suited him; the arrogance, the power, the authority. And he sure knew how and when to use it.

You cleared your throat as you kept your eyes focused on the ground, rather than look into his stormy blues ones because they were a new weakness of yours. “You shouldn’t be here.” You mumbled, not hating that he was here.

He scoffed. “Oh?” he raised an eyebrow at you and took a few steps towards you. You were surprisingly not hysterical about the fact that this handsome man found his way into your home out of nowhere. He walked over to you, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him.

You had no other choice but to look up into his ocean blue eyes and you could feel yourself melting already. He pulled you closer and leaned in, gently kissing along your jaw repeatedly. You closed your eyes and tried your hardest not to sigh in pleasure or moan as you felt the softness of his lips and the roughness of his stubble altogether.

“I’ve missed you.” he whispered against your skin, stopping for a moment and kissed you at the corner of your mouth. His arms circled around you, holding you close to him. Your arms circled around him as well, slowly. You realized you had missed him as well. His warmth, his voice, his mouth. All of him.

And just like that, he took over your very being again. One touch of his lips and you were under his spell with no intention of making it out anytime soon. “I missed you too…” you whispered breathlessly as he kissed your lips gently.

But those few words from you triggered something in him. An irritation he had carried inside since he saw that letter of yours on his desk. Overflowing emotions he couldn’t handle; due to which he was here in the first place.

“Yeah?” he whispered through the kiss, then slide his hand into your hair and tugged on it to pull your face away from his. He clenched his jaw as he looked down at you. He was conflicted, should he be mad that you even dared to think you could just leave him, or should he just fuck some sense into you? “Yet you dared to leave me your resignation with no warning?” Oh. “Huh? Is that how it is now, you think you get to decide everything?”

Oh. So he was mad.

“I didn’t mean-,”

He kept going. “Shut up, babygirl.” He spoke softly. “Now you listen to me,” he inched closer, gently biting your lower lip, “You’re not leaving me. You’re not resigning. You’re not going anywhere.” He stated, then pulled away to look at you again.

There was a fire in his deep blue eyes. “We can’t keep doing this.” You tried to come up with something. An excuse. You were looking for an excuse.

“Why not?”

“It’s wrong.”

He scoffed and then smirked again. “Is it? Does being with me feel so wrong to you now, huh?” he cooed, knowing it was only a matter of another minute or two before you give into him. “That wasn’t the case this past weekend, was it?” He moved the two of you backwards, towards your bed in the middle of the room.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him for too long now. But you still tried, in vain. You sighed loudly, wrapped in his strong embrace. “You’re my boss.”

He chuckled. “I know that.”

“Exactly.”

“What?” he questioned, already untying your robe as he stopped at the end of your bed.

“You know what. How are we supposed to be professional at work if we’re sleeping together?” you asked.

He smirked looking down at you. “Then let’s not be professional.”

You sighed again. “It’s-,”

He cut you off with a kiss again, sliding your robe down your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “Shh.” And just like that, you melted under his touch. “It’s okay babygirl, let me take care of you.”

He pushed you down on your bed and held your stare as he undressed himself; smirking as he watched how you grew more and more desperate with each item of clothing he took off. He hovered on top of you in no time.

Bucky lowered his face; pressing his forehead onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust.

“Fuck…”

You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

He removed himself and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

“Thought you could just leave me, huh? Thought I would let you?” he mumbled right in your ear as he fucked you relentlessly. “You thought I would let you go? Let someone else touch you, pleasure you, fuck you like this? Did you babygirl?” he growled. “Answer me!”

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. “No… please I didn’t-” you were breathless. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let go. Your body moved against his like a rag doll.

He growled at how your walls clenched around him. “What? You didn’t what? You didn’t think I’d come back looking for you? You thought I would just let you go because you asked for it?” he accidentally let out a moan, followed by swear words. “You think you make the rules here, doll?”

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His blue eyes were wild and fierce; staring deep into your soul. His gaze made you tremble in pleasure. He looked so powerful. Broad and strong, hovering above you, his cock buried deep in you. Looking down at you like he owned you.

He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain.

Your legs trembled as you lifted them up to wrap them around his waist. This allowed him to thrust deeper into you, and in the haze he was in, he managed to mumble right in your ear about how good you felt. He was relentless, as though each moan, each mewl which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough.

 At some point, right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he removed himself from you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. He kissed the back of your neck and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his hard body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the thrill each time he felt himself thrusting deep within you.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he bent down to whisper in your ear, “Can you feel me deep within you?” he boasted as he gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

“Please…” You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. You felt him quicken his pace as he chased his own orgasm. And finally he let you, and you came undone all around him – moaning his name out loud.

-

You woke up an hour later, the sky was darker and you felt a lot better than you had all week. You turned to your side and found your handsome boss passed out next to you. A smile formed on your face involuntarily.

“Don’t just look, you can touch too.” His gruff voice spoke up a second later, his eyes still closed. You chuckled and snuggled closer to him.

“So what now?” you asked, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. His body heat was something you were quickly getting used to.

He took a deep breath, smiled and lazily reached over to place a kiss on your forehead. “Now you let me love you.”

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