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𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝖕𝖙 3 — 𝖕𝖙 2 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 wc - 7.2k warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom sub dynamic, hints of petplay, mild public play notes - part 3 kind of ran away from me, if you can't tell from the word count!! i had a lot of fun with this one, so i hope you enjoy! also on ao3! ♥
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Life was teaching you early on in this budding relationship that life without Johnny drags. 
The first day or two he was gone wasn't so bad. Before he'd even left the country, he'd sent you an incredibly drool-worthy photo of him in his fatigues. You've spent more time looking at it over the past week or so than you probably should've—fixated on the size of his arms, the confident pose, and the mic set around his neck. 
The sight of that alone sent your thoughts reeling—and was the part you'd zoomed into on the most, beside Johnny's handsome face. 
Then came the voice note, the one you've been listening to on repeat—addicted to Johnny's words and voice. Finally, you have it captured to listen back to on demand. He'd sent you other voice notes since, shorter ones with "I'm thinking about you." or "Just met a street cat, his collar said his name is Halim!" with a photo accompanying it. 
Those made your heart sing, and your smile wide, but the last one he sent was him explaining he'd be going dark, and he'd message again whenever he could. 
That had been over a week ago now, and the radio silence left your nerves on edge, frayed and tested as you waited for any sign.
Some sense of salvation had come in the form of an after-work drinking session that turned into a full-blown night out—it was a welcome distraction and an oasis of general socialisation after your desert of solitude.
You were dressed up nice, getting a little tipsy and dancing the night away—only checking your phone as you pulled it out to pay for a drink. 
The missed call notification has you rushing to down the drink, so you can head out the back of the club. As soon as the pounding music fades away, you're pressing the phone to your ear and listening to the dial—it feeling tortuously slow as you wait for Johnny to pick up with every ring. Just before it goes to voicemail, his voice is blessing your ears once more. 
"Hey, pretty girl." He greets, his voice seemingly as bright as always. 
"Johnny!" You all but squeal in excitement, a heady combination of missing him and the effects of the alcohol making your enthusiasm bubble over.
He laughs, slow and sweet, as warmth spreads through your chest. "Missed me that much, aye?" 
You missed him far too much considering the current state of your relationship, but even in your intoxicated state, you know to keep that mostly to yourself. "Missed you so much!" You giggle, moving further away from the door as a group of people join you out back—cigarettes hanging from their fingers.
"Missed you too. Where are yer?" Johnny asks, clearly hearing the commotion in the background. 
"I'm out with some people from work, but I'll go home right now, I swear—" 
Johnny cuts you off before you can even finish your offer. "Don't you dare, lass, enjoy your night. I just wanted to let you know I'm back, tha's all."
Hearing from him was such a relief, and you are so glad he called—though now you don't want to stop talking again. "Does that mean we can meet soon?" You ask—voice light, flirtatious, and most importantly hopeful.
"I was thinking Sunday if that works for yer?" 
"Making me wait again, Sergeant?" You practically twirl your hair around your finger as you tease him, smiling unreservedly as you hold the phone to your ear. 
"Keep talking like tha' and I'll come down there right now." His growl is playful, but you can tell using his rank has some sort of effect on him. 
You pull your lip between your teeth, giggling once more and flushing with need. "Do it, I dare you." You taunt.
Johnny's sigh is a little defeated, his tone a little tired and flat compared to usual."I cannae, still got things to wrap up. Tha's why I said Sunday and not tomorrow, sweet thing." 
You relent with your joking, not wanting to keep up with teasing when Johnny seems a little... low. "You're worth the wait." You whisper into the phone, soft and sincere—you hope that makes him smile at least. 
"We'll sort out the details tomorrow, yeah?" 
You nod, even though he can't see it. "Sounds good." 
He perks up a little bit, even if it sounds somewhat forced. "Feel like doing me a favour before you get back to yer friends?"
"Anything." Your answer is instant, especially if it would cheer him up right now. Coming back from the things he must see has to be hard, and you can't blame him for continuing to be affected by it. Is that why he needed an extra day? To decompress and adjust back to being Johnny instead of a sergeant in the army? 
"Send me a picture of your outfit." The sentence lands somewhere between a question and a command—though you had every intention of complying anyway. 
"Yes sir." You answer instinctually, not putting too much thought into it until you hear Johnny's growl in response. The kind of growl that ignites something deep within you every time you hear it. 
His voice is low, rumbling down the phone with a hint of playful warning. "Bonnie..." 
"Sorry." You laugh lightly, before turning more sincere. "I'm glad you're safe, Johnny."
The line is silent for a moment, just long enough for you to worry you've said the wrong thing, but as always, Johnny washes away your doubt.  "I'm glad you waited for me." 
"Of course." A shiver passes over you, the night air making you want to retreat back inside. You wrap an arm around yourself as you brace yourself from the cold. "Talk tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, for definite. Have a nice night, angel." His wish is sincere, the softness in his voice something you'll replay over and over again. 
"Night, Johnny." 
You wait for him to end the call before you rush back into the club, beelining straight for the bathroom to snap a picture just for Johnny. The dress isn't your usual clubbing outfit, having come straight from work, but you look cute, and you feel confident as you send the picture straight to Johnny.
The next day drags even more than the last few have, especially with the mild hangover thundering your skull. Every part of the day is just about going through the motions, getting through it, so you're one minute closer to seeing Johnny. Every moment is a little dull, until you find yourself waiting for him at the exit of the train station.
The excitement and the nerves wage war inside you—with each passing second, you're getting closer and closer to being swept up in Johnny's arms, to hopefully feeling like you're finally home. But with each second, you're inching closer to vulnerability, to risk, to the possibility that somehow he might decide after today that he never wants to see you again. 
Maybe he'll look at you and realise he doesn't quite like your body, or the way your mouth moves when you talk. Maybe he'll hate your mannerisms, or find that in person you're actually really boring to talk to. Perhaps he'll just know within moments of meeting you that you'll never be his home, never be his.
The thought is terrifying, crawling around the back of your mind as you scan every passing face in the hopes of seeing the silly little mohawk you long to run your fingers through. 
And when you do, the world stills.
You spot him before he spots you, and you get a moment to appreciate his searching gaze, his quietly confident swagger, the way his denim jacket stretches over his shoulders, and his shirt clings to his stomach. 
In short, he's a vision. All man—big and strong and beautiful. It takes everything within you to not launch yourself into his arms as soon as he gets close. 
He continues to look around as he makes his way through the ticket barriers, glancing between the crowds and his phone as he makes his way closer and closer. You emerge from your hidden spot, your legs carrying you without hesitation over to him—and when your eyes meet, you both stop completely still for just a moment. Nothing but wide smiles on your faces and a magnetic pull that draws you together. 
The bodies in between you are a hindrance, a barrier you both need to be gone as you weave through them before finally standing before each other—and at that moment everything feels right. 
"Wow." Johnny says as he looks you up and down and drinks all of you in.
"Wow yourself." You giggle, checking him out just the same and adjusting to just how much more handsome he is in person—as if such a thing were possible. "Hi Johnny." Even you are surprised by how breathless you sound, but it makes perfect sense when you consider how fast your heart is beating, how your hands are starting to shake. 
"Think I must be dreamin'" He blinks in disbelief, unable to keep the radiant, infectious smile off of his face. 
You blush deeply, and find you can no longer meet the intensity of his eyes. "Flatterer." Your word is a whisper as you push yourself to your tip toes and wrap your arms around Johnny's neck, pulling him in for a hug.
His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you close, tightly enveloping you in a serene feeling of safety, as well as his fresh, masculine scent. 
Home. You think it's the closest you ever felt to it, bundled up in his arms as he cradles you like you're the most precious thing on earth to him. 
His hands roam over your back, caressing you so delicately and savouring every bit of you, as your own hands thread around the back of his neck, and you sink your fingers in, grasping him to ground yourself in the moment. It's real, he's real, and being in his arms feels so right it almost hurts. 
"You're even more gorgeous in person, bonnie." He whispers in your ear, breath hot and sending shivers all over your body. Thank god he's holding you upright, as your entire being is so vulnerable right now to every sensation. 
He pulls away slightly, but keeps you close, his eyes returning to yours once more, looking at you like you're everything. 
"I could say the same about you." You giggle, feeling self-conscious beyond belief. "Your eyes..." They're so blue, two oceanic pools of deep emotion, pulling you under the longer you stare. 
Everything you feel is reflected in his eyes—hope, bliss, excitement. 
"Grew them maself." He laughs, his nose wrinkling as he laughs at his own silly joke. 
He has you captivated entirely, as you drink in every single feature on his face—the strong brows, the scar on his lips, the dimples hidden behind his stubble. Every detail makes your heart thump against your rib cage, makes you want to reach out and trace your fingers over every little thing you discover. 
You're snapped out of your reverie when someone's bag brushes past you, and you remember you're in the middle of a train station, blocking people's way. 
"We should move out of the way." 
"Aye." He nods, slipping an arm around you so as to not lose contact as the two of you shuffle out of the path of the commuters. "Fuck. Am not letting you go now." 
His grip tightens around you as he pulls you in once more, hands settling on your waist as he stares down in adoration.
"Good." You can't help the smile on your face, so big and bright your cheeks hurt from how unwavering it is—that's just the feeling Johnny inspires. 
This time, it's him who seems affected by your gaze, as he averts his eyes from yours. "'s a bit weird, though." He admits, a strange shyness to his tone. 
Nothing about Johnny right now would suggest he's anything even close to nervous or uncomfortable, but you figure a man like him is very good at masking how he really feels. Your hands slip to his chest, your thumbs rubbing soothingly back and forth as you try to project a sense of calm to soothe you both. 
"Have you never done this before?" You ask, curiosity brimming but with no underlying judgement.
"No." His cheeks begin to redden as he glances at you briefly, a rare display of shyness from the seemingly endlessly confident man. "Don't laugh, it's ma first time." 
You continue your soothing gesture as you speak from the heart. 
"I wouldn't laugh! I have done this before, and I'm still so fucking nervous." Said nervousness escapes you in the form of a clipped laugh. "... If it wasn't obvious from the blushing and shaking." 
Johnny made you nervous, and yet peaceful all at the same time. His pull was irresistible, concrete, even if you stumbled to him on shaky legs. You knew what he might be feeling right now, if his heart was anything like yours. 
"Oh, am sweatin' a tonne right now, if ya cannae tell." His laugh and smile are almost disgustingly sweet, along with his unbracing honesty. Johnny really is something else, you think. 
You step away from him, intertwining your fingers into his much larger hand, as you start to lead the way out of the train station. "Better get you out into the fresh air then." 
The two of you walk in comfortable silence across the short distance until you're hit with the sun's warmth and a blast of cooler air. You start walking into the city centre, aiming to wander around for a little to kill time.  
As you walk, Johnny's grip tightens, and his hips sway playfully into your own, nudging you only to pull you back to his side with a bright grin on his face. "Meant what I said about not letting go of yer hand." 
"Keep it, it's yours." You squeeze back, looking up at Johnny to see him observing his surroundings keenly—must be a soldier thing, you muse. "Do you come here much?" 
"A little. Usually kept pretty busy back on base." He answers, glancing at you before taking in more of the area.
"Well, I guess you'll be getting familiar." You nudge his hips, returning his earlier playfulness as you flirt with him unashamedly.
His eyes are fixed on you now—a brow raised and a mirthful smile on his face at your assumption.
"Oh, will a now?" 
"I hope so." You admit sincerely, feeling the heat in your cheeks. If you keep smiling as much as you have so far, the expression will be permanently etched onto your face. "But that'll be more, so after we see the kitties. Our slots in 20 minutes, right?" 
"Aye, you excited?" He looks at you as if to confirm your true reaction, his eyes searching. 
"I am, honestly I was expecting just a normal coffee date but as soon as you suggested it, I couldn't let it go." You're practically rambling, but honestly, Johnny's suggestion was perfect. First, it let you know he enjoyed, or at least was at ease around cats, which was always a green flag. Plus, it was something different, catered to the two of you that shows he'd been thinking about it, and who wouldn't swoon at that? 
And on the off chance there was an awkward silence where you didn't know what to do, at least you had furry friends for you both to pay attention to. 
His eyes flicker with doubt for a moment, before he masks it with a distracting smile. "Was worried it might be a bit naff." 
If only he knew how much you had been freaking out about how cute you found the whole thing—and the fact that he might as well have just straight up said it was the beginning of your new dynamic together. You'd be his pet, the whole thing made perfect sense. "If it is naff, it'll only be because I might get jealous." 
"Ach, why?" He asks, seemingly finding the idea of you needing to ever feel such a thing ridiculous. 
You look up at him with soft, pleading eyes and a playful pout on your lips. "Well, you'll be giving all the cats head pats, but will you have any for me?" Even the tone of your voice is designed to tug at his heartstrings, slipping into your role so naturally. 
"I'll always have some for you, kitty." He laughs, letting go of your hand just to ruffle at your hair until you playfully shove him away—then he's grasping at you again, not wanting to relinquish contact for even a second. 
"Besides, they get to wear collars and flaunt it right in front of me. Don't they know what they're doing?" A suggestive smirk is directed at him, which he eagerly returns.
"Oh, you'll be in one before you know it, bonnie." He drops this news so casually, like it's the most natural thing in the world— as if the two of you are just having a regular conversation  "We'll come again, make them jealous right back." 
You swallow thickly, already aching for that eventuality—even if it may be a ways away.
"Sounds like a date." You mumble, filled with shyness and need. Coughing, you take a moment to compose yourself and steer the conversation away from something that will send your thoughts spiraling. "I did look through the website to see what kind of cats they had, and there's a cat with your name, different spelling though." 
Johnny pulls you closer, head dipping slightly to talk close to your ear, his tone dropping to a dangerous low. "Now I'm gonnae be the jealous one." 
His words make you shiver, make it difficult to keep walking like everything is fine—but you can flirt just like he can. You look up at him, fluttering your eyelashes prettily as you smile so sweetly. "I've only got eyes for one Johnny, don't worry." 
The blush that rises to his cheeks tells you that your act had the desired effect.
"That's what I like tae hear." He mumbles, squeezing your hand in an affectionate gesture. 
After wandering the high street for a short while and just enjoying each other's company, you circle back to your destination. The two of you enter the café, kick off your shoes (or boots for Johnny), and are seated at a table toward the back of the room— just a little out of sight from everyone else. You order a tea, while Johnny orders a flavoured coffee, giving you an insight into his tastes and preferences that makes you smile. 
You remind yourself to keep that information in mind for later, filing it away under your list of things about Johnny that you're sure will only expand throughout the day. 
When the server leaves the table, the two of you look upon each other fondly—shy smiles and burning cheeks. There are so many words at the tip of your tongue, so many things you want to say and ask and know about the man before you—as your brain buzzes with energy, so do your hands, feeling a little lost now they're no longer connected to any part of his body. 
It's easy to tell that Johnny sees more than he lets on, as he observes you before him and seemingly filters through your thoughts.
You return the favour and watch Johnny intently—eyes fixated as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, as his throat bobs as he swallows, and your brain is invaded with a deluge of inappropriate thoughts. 
Luckily, you're saved by the bell—a little tinkling noise from a cat beside you as it walks on by and demands your attention with a haughty meow.
"Look, there's Jonny!" You gasp quietly, the cat just a few feet away staring at you curiously. Taking it slow, you lower your hand to the ground and make no move toward the cat, waiting for it to get a smell and a feel for you. It isn't long before the cat in question is launching himself into your lap, drawing delighted laughs from both you and Johnny. 
You run your fingers through the thick fur of the white longhair, figuring out what spots the cat likes most. 
"He likes you." Johnny comments with amusement, shuffling ever so slightly closer until your thighs touch—his arm slips around the booth seat behind you as he settles in.
Your eyes meet his, your skin prickling with the intensity of his closeness. "Hopefully like the human version." 
"Definitely." The arm around the back of the seat comes to settle on your shoulders, as Johnny slowly moves his hand over to the cat and lets him sniff his fingers. Johnny's eyes brighten unmistakably when the feline nuzzles against his hand, and then he breaks out into a mischievous grin. "D'ya think he's cuter than me?" 
Johnny tilts his head to the side, almost puppylike as he preens at your attention—your eyes roaming over him as if you're making a difficult choice.
"Hmm. He has a lot more hair than you do, but I think you win." You give cat Jonny another stroke, while you smile at human Johnny with glee. "I'll have to feel how soft your hair is to make a real decision, though."
You say it mostly as a joke, but Johnny looks sincere as he urges you to do it. "Go on." 
You raise your hand, panic flowing through you as you hesitate for a moment—your fingers hovering inches away from Johnny's head. He leans into your touch, as you stroke through the short tufts of hair. "It's... so soft." You admit, pulling away quickly before you get carried away. 
"What did yer think it was gonna feel like?" Johnny asks with a barked laugh that you can't help but return. 
You crinkle your nose, because honestly, with the fact he clearly uses styling products to make his mohawk stand on end, you hadn't expected it to feel as soft and pleasant as it did. "I don't know, I can't imagine you have premium shampoo and conditioner in the army." 
"They're just naturally luscious locks, dinnae what to tell yer." He swishes his head playfully, as if he's flipping a head full of hair. 
"Effortlessly flawless, just like the rest of you." You tease him, joining in the joking. 
"Oh aye?" He asks with a wink, playfully fishing for more compliments. 
Not that he needs to fish, you think. Surely Johnny knows how handsome he is, and even before meeting him, you've gushed over his good looks.  
Still, you look upon him with genuine admiration and rapidly unfolding infatuation, you're exalting words tumbling freely from you without much thought. "You're just so... gorgeous, godlike, really."  
"As are you, bonnie. Cannae believe it." The look in his eyes is so real, so intense it makes your heart twinge, and leaves no room for you to doubt the sincerity of his words.
The two of you continue to stare into each other's eyes, enjoying the silent conversation that seems to pass between the two of you—the unspoken desire and adoration. 
"Are we just gonna spend the day staring at each other?" You giggle, breaking the moment when it becomes a little bit too intense for you.
"Wouldnae be such a bad thing." Johnny replies swiftly, ever so smoothly. 
Jonny the cat takes that moment to crawl off your lap, rubbing himself along Johnny as he all but demands pets from the man. Johnny indulges him instantly, large fingers scratching at that perfect point between the kitty's ears. Watching it shouldn't make you blush as much as it does.
"I think he likes you too." 
Johnny nods, a serious look on his face. "He knows we're chums."
"You must give really good head pats." You tease, wishing you could take the words back as soon as you said them. Was saying such a thing too much too soon? Was it too early to start to invoke elements of your potential future dynamic? 
Johnny meets your eye, his lips curling into a smirk as his eyes turn mischievous. "Wanna find out?" 
"Of course." Your response is instant, breathless—already offering yourself up to the man before you. You quickly remember your manners. "Please."
Johnny lets the cat on his lap jump down before he turns his attention to you fully, his hand settling on top of your head as he gently, carefully caresses you. Your body is quickly overwhelmed with shivers, an electric sensation coursing through you as his fingers dip deeper into your hair, massaging at the back of your neck until your eyes start to slip shut from the sheer bliss. 
They shoot back open when his fingers dip the chain on your neck, tugging sharply enough to get your attention without putting any real force behind it.
He leans in as if to share a secret, his smirk wolfish as you continue to react so perfectly to his touch. "Nice choker, by the way, pet." 
"Wore it just for you." You whisper, words weak as you tremble with so much need for Johnny. 
He's pulling back, taking all his warmth with you, before he strokes through your hair one more time. "That's my girl."
You could burst into flames right now, or simply melt under the intensity of his gaze. Not even an hour into date one, and you can already feel how wet this man has made you, how much he makes your heart call out to him. Your body and soul burn with need, already wanting more of him in every way.
"Fuck." You sigh in frustration, burying your head into his shoulder to hide your aroused expression. "I hate that there's so many people around right now." 
"Feeling naughty?" He chuckles in such a knowing way, because he knows exactly what he's doing and how you feel about it. 
You meet his gaze, eyes desperate and pleading for mercy. "Johnny, I feel drunk and mindless already and you haven't even actually done anything." 
He moves one of your hands from your thigh to his, holding onto it for a moment. He won't offer you mercy, but he will at least let you see how you make him feel too. "Can I borrow your hand?" 
"Why?" You ask reflexively, before your thoughts catch up to you. Oh. Oh!" 
You allow him to move your hand further up his thigh until your fingers graze over the hardness in his jeans, and you have to stifle your gasp with your other hand.
"Why am letting the cats come to me insteada the other way around." He whispers, voice gravelly and strained. 
The feelings both his words and his body inspire in you are dangerous, causing you to act as you palm at his cock through his jeans, listening to the hitches in his breath as you begin to stroke and caress. He's rock solid, all before you even laid a hand on him, and it's addicting to you that he's clearly in just as deep as you are—that he sees all this as you do. 
His hand moves to grab at your wrist, warning but not painful. "Ach, quit it." He groans, now on the receiving end of such wonderful torture.
"You started it." You whine, taking the chance to grasp him one more time before you stop your teasing. "Johnny you're fucking huge." 
Already your head spins just contemplating it, but Johnny only adds to your delirium. 
"Wait until it's stuffin' yer little cunt full." He purrs, lips brushing against your skin as he does, and you have to resist the urge to moan aloud.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to pull away from Johnny as you slip out of the booth. "Okay, I need a breather, join me at the cat tree when you've... calmed down." 
His smile is devilish, as he watches you go, content to spectate from afar as you coo over the kittens until he can join you.
Your time at the café passes quicker than either of you would have liked, and when it's time for you to vacate your table, the server approaches once more with a bill for the teas and coffees you had enjoyed. 
"Will you be paying together or separately?" They ask, which causes you to glance at Johnny questioningly.
You'd already, in your mind, prepared yourself to offer one or both halves of the bill.
Johnny speaks before you can. "Together." He insists, reaching for his wallet and offering his card to the server—not allowing any room for argument. 
You stay silent until the transaction is complete and the two of you are alone again, before you decide to address it. "Johnny... I would've paid." 
He shakes his head, flipping his wallet shut as he slips it into his back pocket. "Don't be ridiculous." 
You open your mouth to offer further protest, but his brows quirks as he almost challenges you to say another word.
Accepting defeat, you smile graciously and sincerely. "Thank you."
"My ma would pitch a fit if she found out I let yer pay." He continues to wave it off like it's nothing. "Let me spoil yer, aye? You'll hafta get used to it anyway. Okay, kitty?" 
You're not sure if it's the idea of him spoiling you or the nickname that makes you shiver the most, but the combination of both makes your head spin.
"I better start thinking of ways to repay you." You joke, throwing him a flirtatious wink as your hand snakes under his jacket to stroke at his chest. 
Johnny pulls back, face flashing with a realisation and a bright grin. "Oh, before I forget." 
You watch him, just a touch confused, as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small, patterned paper bag—he hands it straight to you. "Got yer a little somethin'" 
"Johnny..." You groan playfully, having not expected a gift, or having brought anything for him either. 
"It's nothin', promise." He smiles, encouraging you to open it. 
You peel open the paper bag to find a handmade, woven bracelet inside—one you've seen in countless stalls across your life, but the sight doesn't fail to make your heart sing.
"Oh my god, a friendship bracelet?" Your delighted gasp is genuine, as you feel touched by the gesture. 
"Needed to buy something at a souvenir shop. Y'know blend in, look like a tourist." He shrugs casually. "Thought of you." 
"I love it, thank you." You clutch it to your chest, genuinely so pleased. "Did you get yourself one?" 
"No?" Johnny plucks the bracelet from you, as he takes hold of your wrist and gets to tying the threads together. 
You pout, half joking and half serious, as you realise you won't be matching. "Wow, guess we're not friends then." 
"Puppy." His tone is warning and serious, drawing your attention to him so obediently. 
You swallow, nerves flooding through you. "Yeah?" 
His eyes never waver from yours, the sincerity within making you tremble. "The things I'll do to yer, friends don't do tae each other, yeah?" His low tone and the lack of a playful smile make you clench. 
"Understood." You nod dumbly, too awestruck and aroused to give him a real response. 
"Good girl." He grins, patting your wrist with the bracelet now attached. "Ready to go?" 
"Yeah..." 
He takes your hand in his once more, leading you back to the entrance to collect your shoes before you make it back onto the street. All the while, you turn his words over in your head, desperately holding on to the soaring feeling in your chest and the pit of arousal deep inside you. The effect he has on you is downright vicious.
"Where to now?" He asks, waiting for you to lead him around the city. 
The cooler air of the street helps calm you down, as you steer your thoughts back to more appropriate things. 
"I was thinking we could just walk around, window-shop. Maybe grab some dinner? When have I got you til?" 
"Last train is at 9." 
You sigh wistfully, already dreading the moment he has to feel. "Doesn't feel like long enough." 
"You'll be sick of me by then, lass." He chuckles, his smile still making you feel as full as it did the first time you saw it. 
"Not if you're sick of me first."
The two of you take in the city streets hand in hand for a little while, wandering around the shops and chatting about anything and everything. The conversation comes just as easy as it always does, and before long the two of you head for something to eat and drink at a nearby pub.
The atmosphere is cosy as the two of you tuck yourselves away at a table in the corner, order your food and drinks and get to chatting once more. You've already teased Johnny for ordering another coffee along with his meal, while he needled you for ordering several side dishes instead of a main. 
Both of you are excited to tuck in when the food arrives, and your conversation turns to getting to know more about the other. 
"So, what can you tell me about work?" You ask, finally feeling brave enough to broach the subject. Johnny's work will come with a lot of complications, you already know that, and one of them is likely that he will have to be careful about the things he shares. That doesn't stop your curiosity, though. 
"What d'ya wanna know?" He responds, open and earnest, as he dips a chip into his sauce.
You think for a moment, trying to conjure up your most pertinent questions. "Who do you work with?" 
Johnny swallows his food before wiping his hands on his napkin and pulling out his fun. He turns it to you when he brings up a photo, zoomed in on an older man in tactical gear.
"Well, first there's the Captain, Price. Best captain we could ask for." He comments, looking to you for your response.
Something in the Captain's eyes tells you he's dependable, and you can hear the respect he holds from Johnny's voice. 
"Interesting facial hair." You giggle, referencing the grown-out mutton chops that surprisingly suit him.
Johnny laughs, nodding in agreement. "Oh aye, a right character he is." He swipes along the photo to another man, much younger but tall too.
His smile is the first thing you notice, so bright and earnest, and with perfect teeth. 
"Gaz, Kyle. We're always getting into shit together." He adds with a mischievous chuckle. "Good lad though."  
"He looks nice." You offer, before scrolling across the image yourself. 
The next man in line is the tallest and broadest, his face hidden behind a skull mask that you find strangely endearing. "Ooh, cool mask." 
"That's Ghost." Johnny whispers, his voice more sombre than before.
The lack of a real name combined with the mask confuses you. "Just Ghost?" You ask. 
"Aye, unless he tells you otherwise. Scary motherfucker, loves a good dad joke though." Johnny humanises him, and the fondness within his voice doesn't escape you. 
All in all, you're left with more questions than answers, but you already feel privileged that Johnny has shared this much with you. Still, there's something pressing on your mind. "Everyone gets a nickname, what's yours?" 
"Soap." He answers firmly, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
"Soap? Why?" You can't say you're familiar with military nicknames, but Soap certainly seems like a strange one. 
"Am good at cleaning house." There's something underlying his playful tone that you can't quite put your finger on, something hinting at the inevitable darkness underneath. 
Johnny pushes past it like it never happened, turning the attention back on you. "How's your work, anyway?"
"Boring, though I imagine every job is compared to yours." You pause, taking a sip of your drink as you try to conjure up anything interesting about your career. "I work at my PC all day and the highlight is office gossip, which is often about one or two messy people fucking everyone in the building." 
"Like reality TV, but you live it?" He smirks, already seeming amused by the inevitable stories he'll get to hear. It seems Johnny might be a little bit of a gossip. 
"Yes, exactly!" You giggle, finding his intrigue endearing. "So I live in reality TV and you live in one of those gritty military shows." 
"Pretty much." He clicks his tongue, turning to take a sip of his own drink as his eyes glaze over again. 
You dread to think of all the things he's seen—witnessing them on TV is already too much for you, never mind seeing them for real. 
"... It must be tough." You offer earnestly, unsure of what else to say. 
"Sometimes, it's no' so bad, really." He shrugs, a tight smile on his lips. "I'd rather not talk about it while I'm with yer, not now anyway. That okay?" 
The softness in his eyes fuels the guilt gripping at your chest—you never meant to pry or make him uncomfortable, only to offer yourself up as a safe space. "Yeah, I'm sorry." 
"Nothing to apologise for. You'll have plenty of time to get to know that part of me, tha's all." He gives you a smile, a more earnest one this time, as he refuses to let either of you settle in a solemn moment. Instead, he redirects to the idea of you spending time together in the future. 
"Oh, I will?" You ask, voice hopeful—any negative emotions swirling away as Johnny reaches out to stroke your hand.
"Already planning our second date in ma head." He winks cheekily, that gorgeous smile back on his face in full effect. 
You settle back into your meal with a contented warmth spreading through you, feeling like there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by Johnny's side.
When you make it to the train station hours later, your heart starts to sink as you get closer and closer to your goodbye. The sun is only just beginning to dip into the sky, but the train schedule demands Johnny's return to Hereford. 
The two of you stand before the departure boards, savouring your last moments together as you hold each other close.
"How are yer getting home?" Johnny asks, ever the gentleman. 
You don't look him in the eye as you speak words you know he isn't going to enjoy hearing, in fact, you all but hide in his chest as you mumble. "I was planning on walking." 
He stiffens, pulling away slightly. "I'll order an uber." His words are laced with a protectiveness—and whether it's his instincts as a man, a soldier, or a dom you're not sure. Likely, it's a combination of all, making him determined to get you home safe and sound. 
You already know better than to argue with him on this. "I can order my own uber." 
His eyes soften, clearly relaxing upon hearing you relent so easily. "Promise?" 
You nod. "I swear, I will." 
You cuddle back into his chest again, the two of you clinging to each other. With your ear pressed against him, you can hear the steady rhythm of Johnny's heart, and you focus on it beating as you absorb every last moment with him. 
That moment is interrupted by the station announcement, informing you that the next train to depart will be his. 
"I better get going." He loosens his grip on you but still holds your arms as he stares down at you adoringly. 
"Don't want you to." You admit, voice a little forlorn. It already hurts to let him go, especially since you don't know when you'll see each other again. Johnny could be deployed again at any moment, and after making all of this real, the thought seems paralysing.
"I don't want to either, but I'll see yer soon." He whispers soothingly, a hand stroking across your cheek as the promise falls from his lips. 
You force yourself to smile, to feel strong in the face of your separation. Something within you urges you to put on a brave face, to show Johnny that you can be resolute for him. "We'll have to think more on a cool date number two idea." 
"We will." He nods, fingers still stroking oh so delicately across your cheek, as his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Bonnie?" 
"Yeah?" Your response is barely audible, your breath stolen as you know what's coming next, and you crave it so desperately. 
"Gonna kiss yer now, if tha's alright."
"Please." 
Johnny closes the final inches as he presses his lips to yours—soft and gentle at first as his hand cups your cheek, before the other comes to grasp at you too, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. Your body floods with euphoria, desire, peace—as you kiss back with everything you have and pour all of yourself into him. 
The two of you are lost in each other, all grasping hands and lips caressing lips—two hearts opening up to each other. 
Johnny is the only one of you with enough restraint to pull away, settling his forehead against yours as he smiles unreservedly—his eyes shining with delight. "Fuckin' Christ." 
You push against his chest, putting some distance between you as you giggle. "You better go before we commit acts of public indecency." 
"Aye." He nods, yet he tucks a finger under your chin to angle your mouth up at him. "One more?" 
You nod enthusiastically before diving back in, savouring his lips on yours—the taste of coffee, the softness contrasted with his stubble, the hint of a groan that rumbles through him. 
"Okay." He sighs, forcing himself to step away, even if your hands remain linked. "Message me when you get home, yeah?" 
"I'll be texting you the second you leave, sorry." 
"Oh, I was planning on doing the same, dinnae worry." He winks.
Reluctantly, you let him go—instantly feeling a little more lost without him at your side. 
"See you soon, Johnny." You call out, smile soft as he makes his way over to the ticket gate. 
"Not if I see yer first, sweetheart." He calls back, then turns his attention away to scan his ticket at the barrier. 
On the other side, he catches your eye once more, offering you a tiny, playful salute before he turns to make his way to his train. 
You're left in a weird state between euphoria and emptiness—feeling like you have everything and nothing at the same time. Johnny was everything you could've wanted and more, and you're already counting down the days until you can see him again. 
You watch until his silhouette disappears, and turn your attention to your phone to get to ordering that uber you promised him you'd take. When you unlock your phone, a message from Johnny is waiting for you. 
Miss you already, my pretty kitty <3
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ventismacchiato · 1 year
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13 behind the lens — caught in 4k !
scaramouche x g!n reader
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“More like this,” Kuni mumbles, leaning forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he goes back to kneeling down on the ground and taking a photograph of you.
He’d picked you up from class and led you to a park, laying petals in your hair and arranging your limbs into different positions all afternoon. It was a little exhausting but the feeling of content you felt everytime he showed you the screen of his camera was worth it.
You couldn’t believe anyone saw you like that. He had a tender look fleet through his eyes that made your heart feel heavy. It was bittersweet.
“I think I’m good, I’ll send these to you,” Kuni muses, letting his camera dangle off his neck as he makes his way back towards you, plucking a petal out of your hair.
“You sure took a lot…did we need to for the assignment?” you ask, dodging as he tried to chuck a flower at your face.
“No, I just wanted extra photos of you,” he shrugs, picking up your school bag from the ground and draping it across his shoulder as he started to walk off.
“Hey! You owe me some photos then too,” you call out, catching up beside him.
“Didn’t know you were so dirty-minded,” he chuckles.
“Not those kinds of photos!”
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“I never knew you were into plushies?”
“I’m really not, by you are so I thought I’d get you one. Or however many of these weird fucks you want.”
You hide your grin as you pick up a teddy bear off the shelf, hiding your face behind it.
“I knew you’d like it,” he says, following you to a booth. He picked one with three seats and takes the teddy bear from you, setting it down on the free seat.
“What’s not to like about a couples cafe filled to the brim with plushies?” you marvel, picking up the menu.
Neither of you have had the official couple talk, but it was assumed you both were a pair. You weren’t ready to make it official just yet, just like you weren’t ready to tell him your identity.
“Uhm, excuse me! Sorry to bother but are you Scaramouche?”
You both look up from your menus at a girl around your age, carrying a takeout bag with one hand and the other palm clutching her mouth in shock.
Scaramouche raises a brow and looks taken aback for a mere moment before composing himself, “That would be me, are you a fan?”
“The biggest! It’s so nice to meet you I can’t believe this is happening!” she gushes, a grin on her face as she waves around her phone, “Can I get a picture with you?”
“…sure,” he says, sending you an apologetic look as the girl turns to you, taking in your appearance for a quick second with a judgmental stare before handing you her phone, “Can you please take a photo of us?”
“Sure,” you slowly say, trying to mask your voice and taking the phone from her and snapping a few photos of the two of them. You and Kuni hadn’t even taken a photo together yet.
“Thank you uh…Scara’s friend,” she smiles, shooting a wink to Scara and skipping off.
“Sorry about that,” Kuni immediately apologizes after the girl leaves, “Shit like that has been happening since my face reveal.”
“It’s fine,” you assure, eyes scanning the menu, gnawing your lip unconsciously.
“Are you mad?”
“No,” you huff, before setting the menu down, “We don't have any photos together!”
Kuni stifles his snicker, “Is that it? If you wanted a fucking photo you didn’t have to ask.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Just get over here we’ll use my camera.”
“Can the bear be in it?”
“For fucks sake fine.”
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behind the lens !
masterlist — prev | next
what’s ur guys’ boba orders? i like mango slush w strawberry boba and i gave scara black sesame cus it isn’t very sweet and it matches his aesthetic
the picture that’s supposed to be you doesn’t depict body size, gender, or ethnicity, just the pose and place!
end of act one 🎬
author’s notes — so i moved to college dorms and i have nothing to do until classes start so i’m writing this to help alleviate my anxiety 😭
synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?
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ackerfics · 2 years
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your friend group finds it so funny every time they send you a random picture of them because eren always looks like a model fresh out of a magazine in every single one. well, he has the looks for it but we're talking about his poses. while the others simply smile with peace signs here and there (connie throws an occasional backward finger heart for something quirky), eren acts like he's on a photo shoot; hand through his hair, chin slightly lifted, eyes hooded, and tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips. all of them have an inkling as to why he does this but they choose not to voice it out. it all comes down to the reason why the picture is taken.
the first time this happened, mikasa and armin stared at him before taking the picture.
mikasa took out her phone from her tote bag. "guys, lean over the table."
eren looked up from liking your tweet about studying for the entire day to stare at mikasa, who was flipping the camera so that the three of them fit on her screen. "why?" he asked.
mikasa flicked her head as a way to tidy her hair. "i wanna take a picture."
"sure," armin straightened his clothes and leaned over the table so he could be seen from behind mikasa. he spotted eren staying still on his seat. "you don't want to be in the picture, eren?"
eren typed something on his phone. "nah, you guys have fun taking photos."
"this is for [name]," came mikasa's response.
eren opened another button on his black button-down shirt, giving way to another view of his bare chest and the daisy necklace he borrowed from you (saying that it looks pretty). he then ruffled his hair, messing his man-bun and causing thin strands of hair to cover his eyes. he didn't say anything, staring into the front camera of mikasa's phone, and completely missing the silent exchange of exasperated looks between his two best friends. "why's it taking so long?"
mikasa inwardly smiled. "oh, sorry." it sounded like she wasn't sorry at all. after taking the picture, she hastily typed on her phone. "and sent. [nickname] wanted to ask where we're eating. conveniently, we're sitting under the sign." she glanced at eren. "you didn't have to flash your chest, eren. it's only for [nickname]."
it continues that way during your entire stay at university. if you can't make it to your friend group's hang-outs, one of your closest friends sends a picture to you to make you feel less alone during your study sessions and eren is just posing in the corner. you can't deny that he looks amazing, with your fingers zooming on him out of your control. yet you stay clueless because you always thought that eren takes extra care of his appearance on photos, given the fact that some of your friends post them on any social media platform known to mankind. well, you don't know eren that much, unlike the others. you've only known him in your second semester of freshman year since you two share a gen ed class. it was mikasa who introduced you to everyone else, having shared a dorm room with her and now an apartment near campus.
so, you don't pay attention to how weird eren is at photo-taking. you don't even mind that when you're in the group photo, he's always beside you, an arm around your shoulders or candidly looking down at you while the timer stops ticking and the picture is finally taken.
and it's perfectly fine with eren. it's just his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you way differently from the others. it's only a matter of time before you eventually realize it because he's so obvious with it; you're just looking past it for fear of having too many assumptions that could be false. by that time you do realize, he won't have to hide behind subtle actions that always have your friend group laughing or shaking their heads.
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shujilovedive · 1 year
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'Aren't you supposed to be a professional?'
Photographer Hanma x Reader
cw: visual nsfw link, nsfw, degradation, slight bimbofication, humiliation, coercion, accidental stimulation, no protection, dacryphilia, discipline, spanking, teasing, manipulation, he plans to take advantage of you, slightly naive reader, sex tape, nude photos, Hanma is a pretty vile person but reader doesn't care since they want it, cum play, facial, tit play, lots of cum, he spits in your mouth, tiny bit of fluff if you squint near the end? cold temperature play. Reader has a kitty and tits.
description: I honestly don't think Hanma would ever be this mean so it is a bit exaggerted. I'm really proud of this fanfic and excited for it to be the real first one on this page. I hope you guys enjoy this, especially the Hanma Shuji pages following me. I also hope you enjoy that spicy link.
“Just like that…perfect.”
You watched from the side of the photo shoot as Shuji Hanma, a renown and well known photographer instructed the model currently posing on set. You tried your best to conceal your jealousy, fingers tugging at the lace of your pretty dress. Everyone knew who he was, his work circling the globe from magazine to television. His style was incredible and one of a kind, notable and rewarded beside other famous photographers despite his rumored attitude. but that’s not what made you envious of the girl being photographed.
How could you not fancy someone like Shuji Hanma? Looks were something he thrived in, long two toned hair and striking golden eyes that could make anyone shiver under his intimidating gaze. Another thing you noticed about him was how bored and uninterested he had looked the whole day, until he was finally on set and snapping away with his camera. His demeanor was completely different now that he was working, a sort of light had appeared in his eyes as he had began doing his job. It was clear to everyone in the room who had stopped to see the artist at work, that his talent was unquestionable and so was his love for his work .You wanted to know what it took to catch a man’s eye like his, for modeling or for something more.
“Tilt your head a bit to the right for me….a bit farther. Great.” His camera light flickered against the models skin and the background of the set as he snapped another photo, looking down at it on his camera before moving to look at the latest line of photos he had taken on the computers set up behind the lights. He leaned down to look at the screen, some hair falling out of the bun as his eyes moved back in forth between the photos and the time.
You had to remind yourself to stop staring, the last thing you wanted was for him to catch you ogling him. When was the last time you had found a man so attractive though? You worked with male models all the time, yet none of them had peaked your interest like the world famous photographer. Hell, you had a small poster of him on your wall, he was even more popular in the modeling community. People would kill to model for him.
“We have time for a couple more, sir. But the second photographer has arrived and we must prepare his set.” One of the men assisting Shuji informed him. Hanma looked at the time and compared it to the one on his watch before scoffing softly, eyes returning to the photos. “I don’t like any of these.” He stated simply, ignoring the way the others man’s mouth dropped open in response. Suddenly Hanma’s attention left the computer and his eyes moved to where the new models were gathering, to where you were standing.
His annoyed eyes immediately locked onto yours. Suddenly your whole body felt hot, he had definetly caught you looking at him and their was nothing positive about the look worn on his face. He blinked at you, one of his brows lifting in response to your own gaze on him. Only when you finally looked away, face hot and bordering on light red, did he glance down towards your feet then back up at your face.
You thought that maybe you had imagined him looking at you, because when you glanced back over, he was packing up his things to the other man and the models dismay. “This was a waste of my time. None of these are going to work.” He looked up at the model who looked like she was about to cry, “Sorry.” You felt bad for her, you really did. But you could only feel bad for so long when Shuji Hanma had suddenly turned again and was approaching you. His camera laid around his neck, laptop under his arm and papers under the other as he stepped in front of you, eyes glued to yours. You were sure the face you were making at that moment had to have been embarrassing, maybe one of disbelief or even fear because whatever it was made him crack a slight grin. “What’s your lineup?”
You felt like a deer frozen in headlights for a moment before realizing he was asking you your place in the line up of models being shot. You dipped your head in apologies before jumbling out the words you could, “Sorry- One. I’m number one.” The fact that you had even gotten the words to leave your mouth was surprising and you were quickly becoming aware of the people around you staring at the interaction you two were having.
“One?”, He raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked away, seemingly thinking before looking back down at you again. “Okay, once you’ve finished your shots, I’ll be waiting near the dressing room. Today has been a drag, but you might be able to salvage it. How’s that sound?” He wasnt like any photographer you had spoken to before, some were eager while others quiet, barely communicating with the models. Meanwhile he was straight forward and unapologetic, like no one else’s opinions of him or reactions mattered. He spoke like he had control. And you couldn’t deny that.
You could see that bored look returning to his eyes as you hesitated to reply, overwhelmed by the eyes on you and sudden pressure of the situation. “Yes, sure.” You agreed, bowing slightly in respect. He continued to look down at you, a small sound resembling a laugh left his nose. “Great.”
That was the gist of your first conversation with him. You struggled to get through your shots due to nerves, thanking whatever god was looking down upon you that he wasn’t watching your shoot. The moment you were done and the photographer called the next models, you removed your uncomfortable heels and began to make your way to the dressing room. He was leaning on the wall beside the door to the dressing room, fiddling with his camera, that piece of hair still hanging in front of his face. He noticed you coming before you had arrived, lifting his head up to look at the way you padded down the hall, forcing you to speed up to make the situation less uncomfortable. You had to have caught his eye in someway, somehow and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer since your shoot had lasted twenty minutes.
“I already took a look at your modeling portfolio from one of your agents, y/n.”
Your name coming from his mouth made butterflies flap around inside your stomache as you stopped in front of him, nodding in response.
“I’ll be direct with you, I hate scooting around the subject. I have a shoot coming up and I’m in need a of a model. The one I had doesn’t fit my vision.” You felt like your heart was going to explode. A chance to work with Shuji Hanma himself wasn’t just exciting because you were totally swooning over him but it would look amazing on your portfolio. The kind of work that could open you up to would be loads above your level. Maybe Hanma could see that you were a bit to excited and that your focus has shifted cause his hand suddenly came up and tapped under your chin, pulling you back to reality. “Hay.”
“I’m sorry, I apologize. I’m just tired.” You rushed to come up with a excuse for your lack of full attention on him. Feeling like you had already embaressed yourself in front of him more than once.
“Mhm. This gig isn’t a normal gig though. It’s for one of my side projects that isn’t public. You’ll be payed nicely for it in exchange.” He watched you, studying your reaction to his words before continuing, “It’s a nude shoot.”
You felt your mouth drop open, mind scrambling to understand what he had just said. Horribly, you could feel your insides turn at just the idea of a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. For a side project too? That meant something more personal to him. “I’m interested.”
He once again seemed to eye your form for a moment before brushing that one strand of hair out of his face. “Interesting. Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it and pulling up the contact list before placing it in your hands. “Add yourself in. I’ll get in contact with you. I’d prefer to work directly with you over an agent on something like this.”
He watched you struggle to type your number into his phone before slipping it out of your hands and into his pocket, golden eyes meeting your again. “I’ll need to see what I’m working with before I promise you the gig. Work to get me some decent shots, ya?”
“And for the record. When it comes to my private shoots, I like to take a more hands on approach.” You swear that you once again saw a more amused look in his eyes, while he studied your reactions. You had no clue just how excited he truly was to get his hands on you. “So if you have a boyfriend. This probably won’t work…”, he trailed off, easily baiting you into a quick response.
“I don’t.” You answered as if was a question, eyes practically pleading with the man in front of you. He smiled a bit before lifting his hand to pat your cheek lightly. “Good. I’ll be in contact, don’t miss it.”
Maybe you were a bit to hasty to jump into it, because the moment you got home that day, you began to figure out how you’d do those “portfolio” shots. You knew including your manager would ruin your chances, Hanma had already told you he wanted to work with you personally and you couldn’t imagine the paperwork and everything that would go into prepping you for taking nude shots in a professional environment. And Hanma had specified that this wasn’t a public photo shoot. You were alone on this one and completely lost.
What exactly did he want? Completely nude shots? Were you supposed to pose in them like a regular photo shoot or did he want to see everything you were working with?
You hated the way you were wet while working on the shots, you were supposed to be a professional. But the idea of Hanma Shuji looking through these photos of you, made you squeeze your knees together. You decided to go with a almost completely nude variety of photos, the only clothes on being a small pair of panties that pressed against the outline of your pussy and cupped it in the perfect way.
You set your camera up on the stand you had originally bought to do your first portfolio and picked out different places to pose. On the couch, your bed, the shower and more. You didn’t want to go overboard but at the same time Hanma hadn’t been very specific about the kind of shots he wanted other then suggesting that they needed to be nude.
Over the next few days, you redid some shooting during your free times and went through the photos. Photos of you on your bed and on your knees, legs open for the camera to catch every dip and curve of your body. Photos of you laying in bed or on the couch, eyes soft and focused on the camera. Photos of you in the most compromising positions you had ever sent to someone.
It took you a week to finish up all the photos, picking out the ones you like and gathering them all up before putting them in a google drive folder. Now you just had to wait for Shuji Hanma to get back to you. You were semi nervous that none of this would actually work out, he would find another girl he liked more than you. You hated how it haunted your mind, wanting him to get back to you so bad. So when he finally texted you only a few days after you finished your photos you couldn’t stop yourself from answering almost immediately.
You were laying on your bed on your stomache late at night, scrolling through social media ands communicating with your agent. A notification lit up on your screen from a unsaved number, saying the following.
‘It’s Shuji. How are those shots going? I was hoping to get this shoot done as soon as possible.’
‘I actually already finished them, I didn’t have much to do this week so I kept myself busy working on them.’
That wasn’t true at all, but you were so so enamored and desperate to have them ready for him that you didn’t mind filling up all your free time with preparing them.
'Here is my email. Go ahead and forward them to me.'
Your stomached dropped, you had been waiting to send them to him but now that the moment was here, you were starting to feel anxious and nervous, but yet excited still at the same time. You slid off your bed, walking on your bare feet to your desk, sitting down and opening your laptop. Once your email was pulled up, you went a head and typed in Hanma's email before hesitantly dropping the google file into the attachment box. This felt wrong deep down, you were sure Shuji Hanma had to be more professional, everything about this seemed suspicious but you weren't willing to give up the idea of doing a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. So you sent the email.
You didn't get a reply immediately, in fact you didn't get a reply till late the next day, over text. You had no idea why he took so long to respond, he was probably just busy, right? But maybe he had disliked your photos so much that he was going to ghost you, those were the only two options, they had to be. Or maybe he would want you to retake them, considering this was your first attempt.
None of these scenarios were true though, you had no way of knowing that the professional photographer had neglected to sift through your photos seriously. Instead laying back on his bed with his phone in one hand and his throbbing cock in the other. Shuji was shameless about it, he felt no true guilt for manipulating you into sending him photos. And he wouldn't feel bad when he lured you into his "shoot" with a more intimate and gross intent in mind. He had seen the way you shied away from him, your submissiveness not lost on him at all. Just how eager you were to do this "shoot". You were naïve, pretty yet stupid. Perfect.
His thumb ran over his wet red tip, stroking it before pumping his cock to a certain photo of you with your legs spread on your bed, tits so pretty and noticeably hard. He kept sifting through the photos, continuing to stroke his needy cock to each and every one. He could feel that high slowly building up, but was quickly sent over the end by a certain photo of you, laying on your back with your legs spread. A noticeable wet stain on your panties, saying all he really needed to know. He came into his hand and groaned, rolling his head around his shoulders with a sigh. As good as it felt, he knew getting his hands on you would feel even better.
'I looked through your photos. You'll do fine for the idea I have in mind, lets set a date."
Your heart soared above all that anxiety and waiting after a full day. Hell, you stayed up for two hours, waiting and worrying. But now you had set a date for the actual shoot. Shuji informed you that there was no need to bring anything, asking for your size in panties and lingerie so he could choose your outfits accordingly. He had no real use for the lingerie size but decided it would be a bit more convincing.
As the date of the shoot grew closer though, you felt that sinking anxiety returning to your stomach. This man may have been popular for his work but he was still a stranger at the end of the day. A attractive stranger but a stranger none the less. You had enough common sense to know that going to a strangers house with such little info other than the address and time wasn't a good idea. You would be putting your trust into the person providing you that info, but yet these worries still hadn't convinced you to call off the agreement. Not to mention the huge amount of money he was promising in return.
The day of the photoshoot came faster than you expected it, catching you by surprise when your alarm went off and informed you of your plans for the day. You needed a new word to describe the nerves bundled up inside you, anxiety wasn't cutting it anymore. You felt uneasy and unsure, almost turning your car around on the way to the given address. But you used some of your favorite music to calm you down and give you a boost of confidence, paying attention to that over the distance your gps was informing you was left till your destination.
But once Hanma Shuji opened the front door to the penthouse you had arrived at, in a tight fitting black shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. God, you forgot why you were so unsure about coming, a cigarette hung from his lips, eyes burning into yours as he held the door open. "Coming in?" He questioned you with a almost snarky tone, raising an eyebrow at the way you seemed to freeze.
"Yes, sorry. Your house is just really nice." You were quick to come up with and excuse, walking past him into his home. He moved the cigarette around in his mouth ever so slightly with his tongue before shutting the door behind you. "Mhm, cost me a good chunk of money, but I earned it back relatively quickly." He shrugged, muscles moving under the black fabric, catching your eye. "So..", Your eyes lingered for a moment before returning to look up at him," Where are we shooting?"
You were led into Hanma's bedroom, in the center of the room against the wall was his large bed covered in grey and white bedding. Lighting was already set up around his room and so was his camera, though you couldn't help but notice the video camera also attached to it, plugged into his laptop. Shuji walked around you as you froze in the entrance of the room, hand grazing lightly against yours as he approached the laptop and began fiddling with it. You continued to scan the room, noticing a array of pretty panties folded on one of his dressers, a bottle of massage oil, wipes, hair brush, folded rags and more. You had no idea what a shoot like this needed to be prepared so you assumed that these were all necessary. Hanma's gaze slowly left the computer, gazing at you as you stood near the door, "You comin' in or not? Are you nervous?"
"A little." You admitted, throat tightening as he observed you, laying his head in one hand that he propped up on his table. "You shouldn't be. Treat this like any other shoot....I did need to discuss something with you though." Hanma already had a plan, he wanted to shame you as much as he could, break you. It was always interesting to him to see models, usually elegant and or entitled being broken down and ruined. Hopefully he could even make a permanent impact on your confidence, pushing you into shame and guilt. Maybe you'd even get a new career. That would be funny.
"Come here." He motioned for you to come over to where he was standing at his pc, looking down at the monitor. You nodded and approached the desk that was facing towards the bed, eyes gluing onto the screen, your nude photos pulled up on the monitor. You felt your face flush as you looked at him, his golden eyes flicking from the explicit photos back to you before clicking on a specific photo. "Do you notice something about this photo?" He asked, moving back so you could get closer to the laptop and allow himself to hover behind you. You shuffled in front of him, eyes focusing onto the screen as you tried to get yourself into that professional mindset. It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but once you did, you felt sick, face burning. You must have missed this photo when you were cutting out the ones you didn't want, a particular photo of you on your back, legs open and panties drenched.
Hanma could tell you were frozen in shock, panick or humiliation so he leaned forward over your shoulder, hands landing on either side of the desk and locking you in. "You see it right? I don't know if you meant to send me this...",
"I didn't!"
"...but It's extremely unprofessional and unbecoming, don't you think? You're lucky I didn't throw these photos out and discontinue contact with you." His breathe bounced on your neck, tone slightly mocking and patronizing, but only enough to still sound proffesional.
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to send this. If I had known-".
"Sure, but its to late now, right?" He interrupted you, one hand lifting off the table and reaching toward the screen thumb landing on the wet spot, you felt like were gonna throw up.
"You'll make sure this doesn't happen again, right?" He sounded almost threatening, thumb swiping off your body before returning back to where his hand had set.
"Say yes." He murmured darkly, tapping on the table.
Your words came out, nodding quickly, "Yes, I promise." You couldn't promise that though and you knew it.
"Good." He suddenly pulled back, demeanor returning to the less threatening version of himself he usually had, seemingly bored and unbothered. "I've picked out some garments to choose from. I'd like for you too model at least three from this particular line I work with. " Now that part wasn't a total lie, but he got these panties for free from the line so he thought he'd put them to use. His hand found your frozen form, turning you and slowly pushing your towards his dresser.
The panties ranged from delicate and angelic, expensive and gorgeous to slutty and revealing.
"I want to pick a variety of styles, so one from each of these separate categories. Go ahead and choose, I don't care which one. Then feel free to undress in my bathroom and put them on."
This was really happening, your fingers moved over the fabric, hands shaking nervously as he returned to his computer. You always had a affinity for dress up and obviously clothes so you quite enjoyed this part of picking which panties to model, from the innocent pile a pair of tighter white panties. From the fancier pile, a pair of blue velvet panties with a heart cut out in the back. But picking from the more explicit pile was harder. V-strings, almost completely sheer panties, a particular pair with a slit in the bottom, perfect for a guy to slip into without having to take them off you and one with pearls where the bottom of your panties would be. No matter which one you chose, your pussy would be on display so you chose the one with the least amount exposed, the one with the slit in the middle that only cracked open slightly unless purposely opened up. Hanma didn't spare you a glance as you made your way to his bathroom, shutting the door behind you before deciding on the first pair to model. The innocent ones. You took off your clothes and folded them neatly on his sink before sliding the white panties up your legs.
You looked at yourself in the full mirror he had against the wall, face darkening as you turned around and looked at the way it cupped and outlined your puffy pussy. So much for innocence. Slowly opening the door up , you felt the initial need to cover your chest, hands moving upwards to place over your nipples. Hanma turned to looked at you, bored gaze barely affected as he stared at you. "Professionalism." He stated simply before looking back at his laptop.
Your stomached dropped, feeling stupid for covering yourself up when he was going to be photographing you like this the whole time.
He began to pull up some chosen poses before beggining to fiddle with his camera and lighting again. "Look at the first one out of the lineup. The image will be reversed here, so you are going to face the right side." Still not looking at you as he explained. You approached the computer, eyes landing on a photo of a girl with her body turned slightly away from the camera, the side of her left tit visible on the camera while she sat with her knees under her, facing the right side.
"Go ahead and attempt to position yourself, I'll adjust you where needed in a moment."
Hands on. He had mentioned that he would take that approach and you had been excited, but now you felt scared after how tough he had already been on you. Slowly, you climbed onto his bed, moving towards the right side of the bed before attempting to position yourself the way he had instructed.
He watched you through the camera, expression not showing just how ecstatic he was to finally get his hands on you. He wouldn't get to overly touchy with you right away, wanting to get you comfortable first before scaring you shitless when he inevitably began to cross the line of professionalism. Maybe he'd even convince you it was normal. He walked over the his desk and grabbed the massage oil, tossing it to you. "Work some of that onto the left side of your body."
Great, even more surprises. Flipping over the bottle, you squirted some of the sweet smelling, clear liquid into your hand and began to massage it onto your side, thigh and ass, avoiding looking at Hanma at all. Who was messing with the files on his computer to make sure they saved correctly, eyes slowly moving over the laptop to look at the way your skin moved under your hands. He knew wearing dark pants was the best decision today.
"Okay, you're doing it wrong. " His words were harsh and so was the look he gave you as he approached you, grabbing onto your legs gently and moving them to the right side, slowly position your calves into the place he wanted. He continued to do do this with every pose you were instructed to do, going between his camera, laptop and your body, big hands moving you perfectly into every position without making your to uncomfortable. His serious and focused vibe was still scary, but you began to feel more comfortable with the way he positioned you, heart beat slowing down in your chest. Even then though, you could feel the warmth in your stomache.
You finished the first set of photos in a hour, with a small break in between. Hanma left you in his room, walking down the hall and stopping at his air conditioner, before fiddling with the temperature, the warmth coming from it quickly changing to a colder breeze.
He returned to the bedroom and began sifting through the photos, forcing you to sit on the bed naked and slightly uncomfortable for about ten minutes until he spoke again. "Go change into the next pair and go ahead and put that oil all over yourself again."
You did what you were instructed, changing into the blue panties and reapplying the oil before exiting the bathroom. His eyes returned to your form before a deep annoyed sigh left his lips. "Stop being stingy with it." He dropped his mouse, obviously irritated as he walked past you into the bathroom and grabbing the oil, squirting some in his hands. "Come here, can you follow instructions right for once? Do all your photographers have to baby you like this?" He mocked you, continuing to poke at your confidence, forcing you to feel ashamed with every comment. Your whole body tensed up as his hands landed on your hips, beginning to rub the oil around your midway, up your stomache, on your side then directly onto your chest. You felt like you could cry or even whine as he hands moved circles around your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples once or twice before moving on to apply to your shoulders. He continued to oil you up, despite his eyes landing on your hardened nipples which you had also noticed, looking down in shame with your fingers tugging at your own hair. He made your turn around and gave the same treatment to your ass, hands circling around the plush skin before moving to your thighs, dangerously close to your panties and downward towards your calves.
It felt like forever when he was finally done and he gave you a little pat on your hip before pushing you slightly towards the computer. "Same thing. Try to get them right this time. Ya?" And so the cycle continued, but this time you felt a difference. Hanma's confidence when it came to positioning you was now alot higher. You tried to convince yourself that he was just getting more comfortable with you now and so he felt safe with the way his hands lingered close to your core and around your chest and neck. His grip on your body was tighter now as well and his gaze lingered longer. And in a way, you felt tighter and colder.
"There." He tapped the last button on his laptop after making you sit there for another 10 mintes, denying your request to use a blanket, saying it would mess up the oil he had applied. "Go change into the last pair."
You slowly slid of the bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, thighs sticking together due to the oil. You changed into the slutty panties, looking in the mirror at the way your pussy peaked out of the panties. Taking a deep breathe, you moved out of the bathroom and approached the laptop behind him, eyes dropping onto a girl on her knees, facing the camera with her legs spread. "Well, what're you waiting for?" he said suddenly, snapping ever so slightly and making you jump. "Go."
You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, trying not to cry at the sudden harsh tone he was using. You wanted this shoot to end, but at the same time, you felt so needy and your eyes seemed to linger a bit to long on Hanma as well as he worked. Crawling up onto the bed and to the end of it, positioning yourself towards the middle, you did your best to mimic the pose. Spreading your legs open and planting your hands on the bed, near your sides but slightly forward.
He seemed to hesitate as he looked up at you, before pretending to look at you through the camera, then closing his eyes tightly as if trying to control some kind of anger. "Fuckin' okay." Was the only words he muttered, just loud enough to make you flinch before walking to the front of the bed and kneeling in front of it. He crabbed your legs and tugged your closer to the end, hands grabbing onto your knees to spread your legs wide. "This choice of panties wasn't very smart." He commented, deep inside though he was ecstatic with this choice, you were just a bit too dumb. "I can make it work though." He said before his hands moved right between your legs, you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as he grabbed onto the sides of the fabric that created the split, thumbs barely sliding inside the opening and brushing against your lips, pulled it open to reveal the way your pussy was drooling slightly for the camera. Your whole body felt hot yet at the same time, so so cold.
"There, don't move an inch or you won't like what happens next." Now he was directly threatening you, tears sat at your waterline and as Hanma walked behind his camera, he adored the way your fear was clear through the lens. He snapped a few photos before motioning for you to look at the next position photo. It was a simple crawl position, the models ass arched into the air and elbows down on the bed. You imitated it, wondering how you could mess this up, but Hanma always found a way for you to be wrong. He looked bored now as he approached you, not even needing to tell you that you were wrong.
Shuji slowly lowered his hand down onto the arch of your back, slowly pushing it down, his fingers lingering a bit to close to the curve of your ass. “Like this.” His smooth yet deep voice made you quiver, legs and arms feeling weak and it wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Hanma as he leaned down towards your ear. “Struggling to keep yourself up? Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? I’m starting to question just how serious your taking this. First your panties and now this? Maybe you need more training, how about I help you. Huh?” Your mind went blank, completely empty except for the intrusive thoughts that began to pop into your head. "Is that what you need? Maybe if you were a bit more afraid of the consequences of not doing what you're told. You'd do better. " He stared at your stupid, blank expression before shoving your upper body down onto the bed, hands then finding your hips to pull them higher into the air. "Stay." Like you were a stupid puppy, he addressed you and you obeyed, tears pricking and slowly dripping onto your lashes. "Gonna allow me to discipline you correctly?"
"Yes Shuji..", You sniffled.
"Sir."
"Sir." You repeated, closing your eyes. Without much warning, one of Hanma's hands came down onto your ass, making you cry out. Then again and again until your ass was throbbing and red, his handprints sure to remain on your skin for days. He continued till he could hear you crying softly and he felt pride and satisfaction well in his chest. And the way his cock throbbed in his black sweats.
“Lay on your stomach.” He instructed again. You were quick to obey, flattening yourself onto the bed, tasting the tiny bit of friction between your clit rubbing against the mattress. Your face fell into the sheets, burying it into the blanket out of embarrassment. His hand landed on you ass, sliding down the curve of it, hand gripping at your skin every once in awhile and massaging the red, burning skin. Then it slowly slipped down between your thighs, fingers rubbing over your exposed pussy before applying slight pressure. He cupped your pussy, dragging his hand back up to your ass, all while massaging the skin under his palm. This motion was repeated as you whined into the fabric of the blanket. “That’s it….I guess you can just be my personal slut since you’re unable to control your bodies reaction to being touched. How about that?” You nodded into the blankets, liking the idea of quitting your job and letting him do whatever he wanted to you whenever he pleased.
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"That's great. I'm glad you agree cause I'm tired of pretending like any of this was actually important or serious at all." He said vindictively, finally admitting to you just how much he had played with you. "I guess it wasn't too hard though considering how dumb you are." He stood up suddenly and walked towards the camera, leaving you dumbfounded as he replaced the camera with his video camera and pressed the record button before going back to your trembling form.
So many emotions were crashing over you. You felt so stupid so he must have been right. There had been so many red flags and probably more that you hadn't noticed yet you hadn't for a moment expected this whole shoot to be fake. More worried about him raping you or taking advantage of you, or wasn't he doing just that?
He then grabbed your sides and flipped your over onto your back, admiring the way tears were running down your face and how your pussy drooled for him. "You wanted this too , right? You didn't hide it well. So, I'm really just doing you a favor." He chuckled before slowly leaning over you. "Are you crying?", He mocked, hand coming up to pull your chin down and open up your mouth. "Will a kiss make you feel better, dumb girl?" You nodded meekly, you wanted to kiss him, no matter how sick and bad he was making you feel. He smirked down at you before grabbed your cheeks and squeezing them, spitting inside of your mouth before attaching his lips to yours. The kiss was heavy and messy, his hand sliding down to your throat as he moved his mouth on yours, enjoying the way you still returned the kiss despite your tears and shaking cold body.
"I'm so cold- sir." You whispered against your lips, sounding as pathetic as you felt.
"Wow, you actually followed a instruction right. You cold, baby? Tell you what, you be good for me and I'll cover you in my cum. Ya? That'll feel better." He was mean, horrible, and vile in every aspect, ignoring the sob that left your mouth as his kisses moved down to your throat, biting and sucking at the skin. Then down to your chest, tongue sliding up your right nipple before taking it between his teeth and pulling. Your cries were so cute, maybe he would do this again, just to hear the whimpers that left you every time he tugged on your perky nipples. "You taste sweet...you seemed too have added to much oil though." The way he was gaslighting you went right over your head as he suddenly sat up onto his knees and began to pull down his sweat pants. Despite the freezing cold temperature and overwhelming emotions, this action pulled you down to earth and you watched as his cock popped out of his boxers, red, angry and leaking pre cum. " Doing so good, baby. Keep those legs open for me now, okay? In fact...", He grabbed one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it tightly with one hand and lifting your body up slightly from the bed. His other hand began to press the wet tip of his cock against your pussy, sliding it through your juices and against your sensitive clit. "So needy that you're gonna let me take you without protection. How generous." He said snarkily before slipping the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.
You gasped at the sudden intrusion, pussy opening up perfectly for him yet still clinging tightly to his cock. He took no time in bottoming out inside of you, groaning deeply as the tip kissed your cervix and fit perfectly inside your pretty pussy. "Shit, look at that. Maybe this is your calling instead of modeling? Your pussy is practically made for my cock, huh? What's your name again?", He snickered, watching the look of hurt yet pleasure mix together on your face.
He began to drag his length along your walls, keeping a steady pace as he held your leg up on his shoulder, listening to the way you whined and whimpered with every stroke. His free hand found its way to your clit, stroking at it before pinching softly. "I'll let you cum. Then you'll forgive me for lying to you, hm?" Your response was gurgled but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more then to cum on his dick.
His thrusts became more intense, pulling almost fully out of your needy little pussy before slamming back inside you over and over. Your skin was so cold and he even began to feel slightly bad for a moment. He slowed down and reached around you slightly for the blanket that was under you, pulling the sides up to wrap them around you ."Maybe I'm being a bit too mean. Once I finish you off...I'll make you a warm bath." He seemed to be almost speaking to himself for a moment before beginning to pick up another steady pace. He kissed your cervix over and over with his cock, feeling his own high building up along with yours. He was gonna fill you up completely, then warm you up with as much cum that his hand could provide. He would give you a little break and let you lay back on the bed as he jacked off. That sounded nice.
A loud groan left his mouth almost at the same time as your mind went blank again, that overwhelming feeling of pleasure moving over you as you creamed on his cock and he came inside of your needy cunt. He let go of your leg, watching the way your body twitched under him before thrusting softly in and out of your entrance, watching the creamy ring formed around his cock. "Good bitch.", He praised , pulling out and looking at the way your cunt leaked before slowly climbing over your again and rewarding you with soft kisses to your throat and jaw, hands moving to your cold sides to rub your skin. "Almost done, then I'll let you rest for a bit." He whispered before sitting up between your legs. You were partly oblivious to the way he continued to stroke his cock, chasing a second orgasm. Mind numb along with your body. This was certainly going to be a damaging experience, but you were too caught up in pleasureful feelings to care.
Shuji teased his cock until it was warm and squirting cum, covering your stomach, tits and face with his warm seed. You wailed softly at the sticky substance hitting your skin, sobbing softly one again only to be shushed by him. "Shh...It's okay. You've been so good. For a amateur." He slowly slipped his arms under the blanket underneath you and scooped your tired body up towards his chest. As he carried you to his bathroom, he paused at the video camera and stopped the recording, smiling to himself. "Let's get you cleaned up."
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jeres-red-g-string · 2 months
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Weird ass behavior for a 30 year old man to be posing half naked with a 21 year old. Bit creepy. And everyone is praising it??? Gross.
Oh wow just woke up to this and realized I’m not even the only one you send this stupid ahh message to?🤠 Weird ass behavior to send it to everyone with a slightly known blog!🤠
I think the problem here are you and your world views. Maybe you should change your attitude a bit! Bc either you’re very prude or simply miogynistic. Welcome to the 21st century where women are allowed to show their bodies without being directly sexualized!
Because I really don't see the problem? Everyone in the picture obviously agreed with the photo and none of them is underaged?
A 21 year old WOMAN is NOT a child. And it doesn't matter how old they are in the first place because nothing sexual happened? The two neither touch each other nor is there any sexual intent behind it? (which would also be completely okay because BOTH are old enough).
Besides, it seems that the only thing that bothers you is that Alessandra is “half naked” here? Why is it okay that Jere is shirtless? Is it because he’s a man? And would it change anything if Alessandra wore a bra, a shirt or being complete topless instead?
The answer is: *surprise* No!😳 I know, really shocking!😰🥺
Because a body is a body and not a sex object!!! she is just as allowed to show off her’s as anyone else without getting stupid ass comments like yours!
Also, it makes no difference whether the age gap is 2, 9 or 20 years, whether both are men or both are women or whatsoever as long as both agreed to this and are comfortable with each other which they clearly are??? So why bother?
I'm really fed up with reading bullshit like this, next time you want to force your opinion on others, then at least be brave enough to ask the question publicly 🤫☺️
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After seeing a post where it said that Miles no longer posted photos of him and Alex, I thought the same thing, they never appear together again, whether on Miles' IG or elsewhere, even if they are at the same party etc... Just a little hasty hug on stage and that's it. It seems like there is a fortress that has been built around Alex, (or that he himself built) As if they should no longer be seen together. This is why I am more and more skeptical about the possibility of a TLSP3, as if they had gone "too far" (and I'm not just talking about "milex") that saddens me, in done there I need to be reassured haha! Sorry for this rambling but I really appreciate your point of view and your analyzes ;)
first of all, thank you anon for your kind words, i really appreciate them!! <3 and don't worry about ramblings as you must know that it's all i do when answering an ask and it's what i'm gonna do now 😂
yeah, it is is saddening (and sometimes concerning) that we basically never see them together nowadays, but i think that if they were actually trying their hardest to hide then we wouldn't have spotted them at the scott walker tribute concert for example, or at that party or whatever where miles is in the background (where they both knew they could be photographed together at any time), or miles wouldn't have said many times that alex goes over to his place or they have dinner and such, or alex wouldn't have asked miles to support them in ireland (and the fact that these were the last shows... of course he wanted to end it with a bang -this could be interpreted in more ways than one-), etc. i thought that the hug in london was very very sweet and so intimate, and even the one in ireland in the dark was cute (the lack of sntm was weird), not to mention alex singing to and pointing at miles so unashamedly (c'mon, he must've known people would figure it out but didn't care). zackery's wedding was a weird one as they were seated apart from each other, but there is no way that they didn't talk to each other - there just isn't any evidence.
i know there are people who say that this is done deliberately by alex's pr team and because they saw the effects of the eycte tour and don't want people to start going crazy over them and ignore louise in the meantime and get the rumours starting about his sexuality... i'm not sure whether to believe this or not. it seems a bit too far-fetched, but who knows 🤷‍♀️ i wouldn't be too surprised it was at least a little true.
speaking of evidence, we know how hard louise tries to show off and exploits her boyfriend and how silly it all looks in the end... to me, miles not posting about alex just means that what they have is reserved for them and them only. the pictures miles has in his phone with/of alex are just theirs, their memories are just theirs, whenever they hang out and the moments they share are just theirs - and this is so important. love, in whatever form, shouldn't be used as a tool to make others jealous or to post in order to gain likes or get people talking - it should be something more private, more precious, something to share between the two of you that is yours only - this should be enough for happiness. maybe after eycte and the fans' reactions they decided to keep their relationship and their private life a little more private. besides, it was always the girlfriends that posted alex a lot and not miles, and i'm not sure he wasn't too big of a fan of that, given... well, everything we know about him, and this interview from 2016:
Like Chung, Bagley has been known to post a lot of pictures of herself looking impossibly attractive on Instagram. There she is posing with her dog, posing naked in the bath … but never, as far as I can tell, posing with Turner. Is that because he’d rather not be there? “I don’t recall submitting that request, but I’m not sorry about it if I’m not on there.”
i think that miles is just simply respecting what he knows about alex and his dislike of social media, and he knows that posting photos with alex would only result in getting more likes than usual and people saying that he's profiting off of his fame. alex and their relationship means more to him than a few likes and reposts.
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"Hey, Lydia," Beej said. "I got a question -- why do you go around taking pictures of everything?"
Lydia shrugged. "I don't know -- it's fun," she told him. "It ... relaxes me. And it's important to have a record of the way things are now, because you never know when things'll change."
"Okaaay," Beej replied, not quite understanding.
"It's like with my mom -- I have lots of photos of her, so I can look at them and see how she changed over the years as she got older. And now that she's gone, they help me remember the things we did together."
Beej nodded -- he was beginning to get it.
"And I take pictures of other things because they'll change, too. Everything changes, so it's nice to have something to remember how things were."
"Well, I don't change -- I'm a demon. So why take pictures of me?"
"Because you're my friend," Lydia told him. "One day I'll be dead, and I want people to be able to look at those photos of you and know that I cared about you. I want them to know that we had fun together -- that you're somebody worth knowing."
Beej frowned, his eyes tearing up.
"What's wrong?"
"I ... I don't like thinking about you being dead," he said. "I mean, I know it's gonna happen someday -- and I know that we'll still be friends after, but I don't want you to become a ghost."
She threw her arms around him. "I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. But it'll be a long time before that happens -- I promise!"
The demon shook his head. "You can't promise that," he said. "Nobody can. You could get hit by a car tomorrow, or some guy could rob a store next week while you're there and you could catch a bullet, or you could die in a plane crash next year, or get eaten by sharks, or --"
Okay," she said, "I get it -- there are a million ways to die, and nobody knows when their number's gonna be up. You're right, Beej -- I can't promise. But I can promise that I'll do everything I can to live as long as I can, okay?"
He smiled. "Okay, that's good enough. Can you show me how to take pictures? I wanna have some photos of you, so I can remember you being alive ... when you're dead."
*****
"I found one of my old cameras," Lydia said. "It's a little beat up, kinda like you ... but it still works." She handed it to him.
"I can use it?" Beej asked, turning it over in his hands.
"You can have it -- it's yours now."
"Really?" His face lit up. "You're giving it to me? For my very own?" He grabbed her in a fierce bearhug. "You're the best friend a demon could ever have!"
"Beej!" Lydia gasped. "I ... I can't breathe!"
He quickly released her. "Sorry," he said, brushing imaginary dust off her. "I just got a little excited -- I never had a camera of my very own before."
"Well, you do now."
"I do now," he echoed, grinning. He held it up, the way he'd seen Lydia use hers.
"You're holding it backwards," she told him, smiling. "If you took a picture with it like that, you'd get a close-up of your nose." She held up a small black object that looked like a pill-bottle. "Besides, we have to put film in it first."
Lydia took the camera from Beej and showed him how to load it.
"Now you have to wind it until the number one shows in this little window -- like this," she told him. "And now the camera is ready to go." She handed it back to him.
"Wow," he said. "Now I can really take pictures?"
"Uh-huh."
"What should I take a picture of?" Beej asked.
"Anything you want," Lydia replied.
He pointed his camera at her, and she struck a pose like a 1920s flapper -- left leg raised in a back kick, right hand lifted in a nonchalant, devil-may-care gesture. He pressed the button, and the flash went off. "My first photo!" he exclaimed.
"Congratulations," she said.
"I wanna see it!"
"You can't -- not yet. It has to be developed first -- after you finish the roll."
"What??? " he fumed, his hair turning magenta. "You mean I can't even see if it's any good? What if it's crap?"
Lydia laughed. "That's part of the fun," she told him. "The anticipation."
"Well, that sucks!" Beej pouted.
She put a hand on his shoulder. "I promise you it's worth the wait. Now, the sooner you finish the roll, the sooner we can get it developed."
*****
Beej spent the next few days taking photos. Charles, Delia, Adam and Barbara, the fireplace, the kitchen table, the couch, the walls, floors and ceiling -- nothing and no one was spared from his newest hobby.
"He's becoming a pest with that camera," Charles said. "He took a picture of me coming out of the bathroom -- right as I was zipping up my trousers!"
"Well, I think it's a good thing," Delia replied. "BJ needs hobbies -- otherwise he gets bored. And a bored demon is a destructive demon."
"But does he always have to photograph the most inopportune moments?"
"I have to agree with Delia," Adam said. "He hasn't been coming on to Barbara and I quite as ... aggressively as usual -- it's a bit of a relief."
Charles harrumphed. But he had to concede the point -- a few embarrassing photos was a small price to pay, given the alternative.
"And it's another step in his ... socialisation," Lydia added. "I'll talk to him about choosing more ... appropriate times to take photos, Daddy -- I promise." She kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you, pumpkin," Charles said. "That's all I ask."
*****
"Now comes the really fun part," Lydia said, taking the film cassette out of Beej's camera. "Now we develop the film, and we get to see the photos." She opened the door to her darkroom and beckoned the demon.
"Your darkroom?" Beej asked, surprised. "You're letting me go in? I thought I wasn't allowed in there. Ever."
Lydia smiled. "That was before you became a photographer," she told him. "If you want to develop the photos, you have to learn how -- right? But," she added sternly, "you're still not allowed in unless I'm with you, get it?"
"Got it," he replied, nodding.
"Good."
He followed her inside. Lydia closed the door and turned on the overhead light, and began gathering her equipment.
The demon looked around at the set-up, trying to figure out what everything was for. "Looks complicated," he said.
"It's not -- there's a lot of steps, but it's not really that hard to do," she replied. "Shall we get started?"
Beej nodded, and Lydia switched off the light, plunging the room into pitch blackness. Beej, who could see in the dark as well as if it were full daylight, watched his friend open the cassette, pull out the film and cut off the reel.
"Now we have to load it onto the reel," she told him. "You find the slit on the edge of the reel and slide the film into it -- like this -- and then you wind it up like this, until there's no more film sticking out. Got it?"
Beej nodded, and then he remembered that Lydia couldn't see him. "Yeah," he said. "I got it -- no more film sticking out."
"Now we put it in the tank," she told him. She reached into the cylindrical film tank and pulled out the spindle, and then inserted it into the central hole of the reel.
"How many times do you do that?"
"Just once," she replied, slightly confused by the question.
"Only once? Wouldn't it be more fun to keep doing it over and over again? You know, like ..." and he held up a loose fist and began moving it up and down, making a low, rhythmic moaning sound.
Because it was pitch black in the darkroom, it took Lydia a moment to realise what he was doing. "Not everything is about sex, you perve!" Lydia laughed, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "Now," she continued, "we put it back in the tank like this, so the reel is flat on the bottom, and then the lid goes on. It's important to tighten the lid, so no light gets in to ruin the film, okay?"
"Okay," he said. "Now what?"
"Now we have to wait until tomorrow," she told him, switching the light back on. "The film needs time to ripen."
"What??? " Beej railed, his hair a mix of red and magenta with streaks of purple.
Lydia laughed. "I'm just kidding," she told him. "You're too easy, pal!"
He grimaced comically at her. "Grrr," he said, his hair returning to its usual green.
"Now we fill this tank," she told him. "Equal parts water and film developer."
"Equal parts."
She nodded and held up the bottle of developing fluid. "This is four hundred and seventy millilitres --" she opened the bottle and poured the contents into the tank -- "so we need the same amount of water." She handed him the measuring cup. "Fill it up to this line, please."
Beej, smiling goofily, went over to the sink and did as Lydia asked.
"Good," she said. "Now pour it into the tank, and then we can measure the temperature -- that's what decides how long the film needs to develop for."
Beej bit his lip. "I knew this was complicated."
Once that was done, she pulled off the outer plastic lid of the film tank.
"I thought you said that the light'd ruin the film!" Beej exclaimed.
"It's okay," she replied. "There're two lids, see? This one's okay to take off -- it's the inner one that has to stay on. Now, take the mixture and pour it into the hole in the lid. Good -- now we put this lid back on and set the timer."
Once the timer had been set to fifteen minutes, Lydia picked up the film tank. "Now we need to agitate it," she told him.
"I'm the one who's getting agitated," Beej said.
"Like this -- thirty seconds." She turned the tank end over end, counting down the seconds, and then set it back down on the table and counted to twenty. She picked it up again and agitated it for ten seconds before setting it back down. After a count of fifty, she agitated the tank for ten seconds, saying, "We keep doing this -- rest for fifty seconds, agitate for ten, until the timer goes off."
Beej's lip curled impatiently. "Why?"
"It's important to make sure that the film is bathed properly for the whole fifteen minutes. Okay, pick it up and agitate it like I showed you. Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Finally the timer went off.
"Now do I get to see my photos?"
"Not yet -- there's still a lot to do before that."
Beej grunted in frustration.
Lydia removed the top lid and poured the developer down the sink, and then filled the tank with the stop bath. "Now we agitate it for thirty seconds."
"More fuckin' agitation!" Beej grumbled.
Again Lydia poured the liquid in the tank down the drain. "Now for the fixer," she said, filling the tank a third time.
The demon groaned.
"Now we agitate it just like with the developer," Lydia explained, handing the film tank to him. "Same schedule -- but just for five minutes this time."
Beej sighed loudly and began turning the tank over and over in his hands as Lydia counted off the seconds.
"This is a lotta work, you know," he said. "These photos better be worth it!"
When the five minutes had passed, Lydia took the tank from her friend and poured out the liquid. Then she pulled out the spindle with the reel of film, turned on the faucet and rinsed the film under the water for several minutes.
"It looks the same as it did before!"
"That's 'cause this is the negative film," Lydia told him. "Once we're done, we'll still have to print the photos."
"Fuck me," Beej said, thoroughly annoyed.
She put the film in the larger tank, which she'd filled with wetting agent.
"It's already wet," Beej said.
"This stuff helps the film dry easier -- without it, you could get streaks."
After thirty seconds Lydia took the reel out of the tank and unrolled the film. "Now we hang it in the dryer," she said.
"How long does that take?"
"About twenty minutes," she replied. "Just long enough for some milk and cookies."
Beej grinned happily. "I think I like this part the best!" he said.
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"You know," Beej said, taking a bite of the oatmeal cookie in his hand, "I've seen other people takin' pictures with their phones -- and they get to look at 'em right away. Why go through all this trouble?"
"There's something special about taking pictures the old-fashioned way -- it's more artistic," Lydia explained. "Doing all this, going through all this trouble, makes the photos more special. You appreciate them more when you realise how much work is involved.
"It's like ... it's like Barbara with her pottery, or Delia with her painting -- they could buy that kind of thing in the store, but then it wouldn't really mean anything. A store-bought jug is just a jug -- it's only worth what you paid for it. But a jug that you made yourself is worth all the time and effort you put into it. And you get to say 'I made this myself'.
"Remember the Christmas presents you gave everyone? How happy they made us? It didn't matter if they weren't perfect -- you made them. For us. And that's why we loved them. And do you remember how it made you feel?"
"It felt pretty good," Beej said, smiling.
"That's because you knew how much work -- how much love -- you put into each of them.
"These photos will mean everything to you, because you did all this work."
*****
When the twenty minutes were up, Beej followed Lydia back down to the basement and into her darkroom.
She took the film out of the dryer and laid it flat on the table. "Now we check for any streaks -- the wetting agent should prevent it, but it's best to be sure. And I like to use film cleaner anyway, in case I miss something."
She took a paper towel and wet it with the cleaning fluid, and then wiped the film. "There!" she said. "Now we just cut it into strips -- like so -- and then we can print the photos whenever we want."
"Let's do it now!"
Lydia looked at her watch. "How about after lunch?" she suggested.
Beej's stomach growled loudly.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Lydia said. She slid the strips into plastic film sleeves, and the two of them headed back upstairs.
*****
Back in the darkroom, Beej helped Lydia set up the equipment they would need. Once everything was in place and the chemicals measured out, Lydia placed one of the negative strips in the enlarger carrier and adjusted the height, focussing it as she did so. She turned on the enlarger and began adjusting the aperture ring of the lens, focussing the image on the masking frame.
"It needs to be two stops darker than the lens' maximum aperture," she said.
"Okaaay," Beej replied. "Sure -- whatever you say."
Lydia smiled, chuckling. She used the focus finder to check the sharpness of the image, and then turned off the enlarger.
"Now we have to make a test strip," she said.
Lydia turned on the red light and switched off the overhead light.
"Why do we need a red light?"
"Photographic paper is sensitive to regular white light," Lydia replied. "But red light is okay." She opened the box of paper and took out a sheet. "We don't need to do this every single time," she said, "but I want you to understand the process."
"Okay," Beej said. He watched as Lydia cut the paper into ten 10x5cm pieces. She placed a filter into the enlarger, and then laid one of the pieces of paper on the masking frame, exposing it for five seconds. Then she placed a card along one edge of the paper, covering it to a depth of a half-inch, and exposed it for another five seconds.
Next she used the card to cover the paper to an inch, and exposed it for five seconds again. She continued covering more and more of the paper, exposing it each time, until the process was completed.
"Now it goes into the developer tray," Lydia said, placing the paper in the nearest of the three trays that had been set out and filled with the necessary chemicals. "It needs to be rocked gently," she told him, demonstrating, "so that the paper gets completely covered. You don't wanna use the tongs -- that'll leave marks on the print."
"How long do you need to do that for?"
"It only takes a minute or so."
She removed the paper and let it drain briefly, and then she placed it in the next tray. "This is the stop bath," she said. "It stops the image from developing any further."
"I wish I could stop baths," Beej said.
"Cute," she said with a grin. "This one gets rocked for ten seconds."
She pulled it out and let it drain, and then she slid it into the last tray. "This is the fixer -- it makes the image permanent. We rock this one, too -- ten seconds for test strips, but one minute for prints."
"Whole lotta rockin' goin' on," Beej noted. "Dewey should be here."
Lydia laughed at that, and Beej grinned happily.
"Okay," she said, removing the test paper. "Now we can check to see which exposure is the best."
After making sure that the box of photographic paper was securely closed, she switched on the overhead light and turned the red light off. "Looks like the middle one is the best," she said, holding the paper with tongs. "All right -- we've got the right exposure and contrast grade."
"Great!" Beej said. "I was really worried about that contrast grade thing."
Lydia looked at him, appreciating the sarcasm.
"What that means, Mr Smarty Pants, is that now we can print the photo."
Beej's eyes lit up. "Well, what're we waitin' for? Let's do it!"
*****
Beej looked appreciatively at the photos that were hanging up to dry. They weren't perfect -- some were out of focus, others were off-kilter, and more than a couple were washed out -- but they were his photos, that he'd taken.
He was thankful that his very first photo -- that of Lydia in the flapper pose -- had turned out the best. She was his BFFFF, after all.
"I think you did a pretty good job," Lydia said, "considering this was your first time."
"I like taking pictures," he told her. "But developing 'em is ... too much work."
She laughed gently. "Okay, well ... how about I do the developing? At least for now."
"You got yourself a deal!" Then he looked down at his feet. "Thank you for giving me your camera and teaching me how to use it."
In reply, Lydia kissed him on the cheek. "My pleasure, big bro," she said.
He grinned and bit his lip, his hair bright green.
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Pictures of Elvis as Clint Reno on "Love Me Tender" (1956) | "The Rainmaker" screen test in Hollywood (March 26-28th, 1956) + magazine article | On "Love Me Tender" production and premiere (November 15, 1956). 🎬
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He had never even been in a school play, but he loved the silver screen and dreamed of seeing himself upon it. In April of 1956*, his chance arrived when legendary Hollywood producer Hal Wallis gave him a screen test. He was asked to read a part from 'The Rainmaker' with actress Cynthia Baxter, who later confessed that her initial reaction to working with Elvis had been "Ugh!" Afterward, however, Baxter said she found him "amazing to work with." Elvis told Wallis he didn't like the Rainmaker role: The character was too "happy, jolly, lovesick." Well, Wallis asked him, what kind of part would you like to play? "One more like myself," he said, "so I won't have to do any excess acting." Four months later (after Wallis and Colonel Parker had negotiated a three-picture-deal for $400.000) he was on the set of 'Love Me Tender' playing Clint Reno (seen here) — a passionate, naive young man, destined to die young.
*Elvis' Hollywood screen test was actually held, not in April but in March 1956, between Monday, the 26th and Wednesday, the 28th. Elvis would later say he memorized every line of the script of 'The Rainmaker' (not only his lines, the whole script!) in preparation for the screen test. A couple of months later, however, he told Robert Johnson of the Memphis Press-Scimitar that he had misgivings from the start about the character he would play. “It was a good part, but I just couldn’t see it for me. A good-natured, happy teen-ager, but with nothing up here. After I read the script, I just wanted to do another kind of part,” said Presley to the reporter.
This thing the magazine wrote about Elvis wanting "not to do any excess acting" is total bullshit. EP would never say such thing once he was so happy to kick off his acting career. He dedicated himself and wanted to make it as good actor. Elvis was excellent memorizing lines even before he was an actor, when he would memorize lines from all his favorite movies (such as 'Rebel Without a Cause'). Once he was indeed on the other side of the screen, filming his first movie, Elvis didn't miss the chance and talked to many veteran actors in hopes to have hints on how to make it better in front of the camera. He dedicated himself the best he could — and as the years went by, even so his roles were less and less interesting or challenging, sometimes even silly as he feared in the beginning of his career, Elvis achieved the goal in being a natural in front of those Hollywood filming cameras, and this is something absolutely undeniable. The thing about complaining of the role he performed on his screen test in 1956, probably had something to do with the image Elvis wanted to project onto his young audience, and that was not one of a "good-natured" guy.
Elvis wanted serious roles and, besides, he liked the 'bad boy' atitude James Dean and Marlon Brando had... the menacing glances, the defiant rebel posture. Elvis mentioned this to Lloyd Shearer, in 1956 during a photo session at the Peabody Hotel, in Memphis, Tennessee. Lloyd was photographing Elvis when the Presley politely asked the photographer to promise not to snap him "not even smiling slightly". His objection was explained with:
"I've made a study of Marlon Brando. I've made a study of poor Jimmy Dean [actor James Dean had recently died in a car crash]. I've made a study of myself. And I know why girls, at least the young ones, go for us. We're sullen, we're broodin', we're something of a menace. I don't understand it exactly, but that's what girls like in men. I don't know anything about Hollywood. But I know that you can't be sexy if you smile. You can't be a rebel if you grin. If you don't mind, let me pose myself." — Elvis, 1956.
On his screen test in March, 1956, Presley did two scenes from 'The Rainmaker' (and also was asked, and performed against his will since he didn't wanted to sing on the screen at all, to 'Blue Sued Shoes') Later that year, Elvis recalled the dramatic tests. “I knew my script,” he said. “I got out there and just tried to put myself in the place of the character I was playing, just trying to act as naturally as I could.”
In May, Elvis told Will Jones of the Minneapolis Tribune that he favored the second of the two scenes. “I took this screen test where I came in and was real happy and jolly and I didn’t like it. I did this other one where I was mad at this girl, and I liked that better — it was me.”
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Elvis worked with veteran actor Frank Faylen in one test scene and with twenty-one-year-old actress Cynthia Baxter (later Cynthia O’Neal) in another scene.
She later told TV Guide, “When the Wallis people told me I was to make a test with him, my reaction was ‘Ugh!’ But, you know, he is a very interesting boy — kind of amazing to work with. As an actor, he has a lot of work ahead of him, but he has wonderful attributes to start with.”
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Actress Cynthia O'Neal (former Baxter). The picture (right) is the only still from 'The Rainmaker' scene she played with Elvis for his screen test on March 26th, 1956. No footage was released until today, unfortunately.
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March 27th, 1956: Elvis with veteran actor Frank Faylen. The scene Elvis did with Faylen was this one below (no footage, sadly, but there's pictures from his test on the video, following the scenes):
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Allan Weiss was not as impressed with the dramatic part of Presley’s test as he was with the musical portion. “Elvis played the rebellious younger brother with amateurish conviction — like the lead in a high school play. His performance was believable, but lacked the polished subtleties of a professional.” On the other hand, after viewing the acting part of the test, Paramount dramatic coach Charlotte Clary thought Elvis might have a future as an actor. “The boy is a natural,” she judged. “There’s nothing fresh or obnoxious about him at all.” Source: http://www.elvis-history-blog.com/elvis-screen-test.html
On March 28th came Presley’s third screen test, the King lip-synched to “Blue Suede Shoes” in front of a set of rather shiny curtains. It was a wild audition, with Elvis giving his trademark gyrations and sneer. He was doing what he did majestically already, so he enchanted the screenwriter Allan Weiss.
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“The transformation was incredible. We knew instantly that we were in the presence of a phenomenon; electricity bounced off the walls of the sound stage. One felt it as an awesome thing — like an earthquake in progress, only without the implicit threat. Watching this insecure country boy, who apologized when he asked for a rehearsal as though he had some something wrong, turn into absolute dynamite when he stepped into the bright lights and started lip-synching the words of his familiar hit. He believed in it, and he made you believe it, no matter how ‘sophisticated’ your musical tastes were.” — Allan Weiss, Screenwriter.
This reaction may have set Elvis' fate in Hollywood, among other things (money-seeking, as naturally any company would be bound to be), but up until then as far as EP knew he would act in a non-musical role, so this kept him thrilling. Elvis' fans, as always, were very supportive, and couldn't wait to watch the rock star on the big screen.
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(Above) August 16, 1956: Elvis left Memphis on an American Airlines flight for Los Angeles where he reported to 20th Century Fox for pre-production meetings for his first movie. The fans greeted him at the airport, holding "Presley for President" posters. 🥹
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As the production for Elvis' first movie begun, things were... different. The studio/producers eventually altered the script to include 4 songs Elvis would sing, 'Love Me Tender' being one, and they altered the title of the film too — originally entitled 'The Reno Brothers' — so it could follow the name of that one Elvis song.
This turned things bittersweet to Presley. Elvis did not want to sing on the screen and he confessed to his close friends how upset watching as they promised him one thing and ended up eventually changing plans (to profit on his music career) without him being able to do anything about it (June Juanico was one girlfriend he vented about this).Top this to the fact that Elvis indeed preferred his part to be a little more to the 'bad boy' side, and Clint Reno was everything but a bad boy, and you can imagine how Elvis felt about his first movie, not fully satisfied after all. Still he kept hopeful about his acting career could evolve and he could eventually become a serious actor. This hopeful mood followed his next films, but it did not last long.
Either way, the premiere for 'Love Me Tender' was a huge success.
Arlene Cogan, a young fan that not much after this would become friends with Elvis, shared in her book "Elvis, This One's for You" that when she went to watch the movie she spent the whole day rewatching it in the theater, over and over again. She says that no one seemed to leave the room.
"When Elvis appeared on the screen, everyone screamed so much that you couldn't hear him." — Arlene Cogan on her book "Elvis, This One's for You".
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On the day 'Love Me Tender' premiered in the theaters on November 15, 1956.
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November 21st 1956. 1413 Main Street, Columbia, S.C., Richland County. A crowd of teenagers in the lobby of the Palmetto Theater for the opening of the Elvis Presley movie Love Me Tender.
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November 16, 1956: Fans wait in line to see Elvis Presley in 'Love Me Tender'.
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Even so Elvis' start in Hollywood wasn't quite as he expected (in personal satisfaction wise), Presley did it great as a sweet country boy, Clint Reno. Some critics didn't go for him and harshly bashed his acting skills (much going with their previous opinions on Elvis as a performer and the controversial about his 'antics' on the stage in the 50s), as much as some supported his initial kick off, but one thing's for sure: the young audience adored him regardless either if he was a "bad boy" onscreen or not. ♥
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Elvis on "Love Me Tender", 1956.
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''-Admit it, you lost that fight-Abel said, impressed with what he saw, what an exciting fight, Ivan's clothes were torn and his hands were hurt and smoke was coming out, he looked at the ground, he saw a small, short man. and tall with blue hair still standing after releasing his Kamehameha, he was surprised that someone had stopped his blow with their hands and this made Goku happy and determined. Ivan was already in a mix of anger, joy and frustration, he didn't want to admit it, but Abel was sure that Goku had really beaten him, he only got to that point in certain situations, in some cases it was in fights with level demons. above, sorcerers and ultra-powerful aliens, but it was the first time he was a human, if that man was a human.
After letting his guard down he sits on the floor, from one of his pockets he takes out a cigar, with his fingertips he makes a small flame appear and lights his cigar. Seeing it all bloody, Goku thought how difficult it must be to smoke there. In this state, he took the seed of the gods out of his pocket, ate one and recovered and approached Ivan, extending his hand and offering him the seed, the Russian was surprised to see such an attitude.
-What does that mean? Is it candy or something? You're a very strange Japanese person to be honest…- asked Ivan.
-This is not a candy, it is a seed of the gods, you can take it, you must be having difficulty smoking this, if you eat it your body will be healthy.-Explained Goku.
-Wait a minute-said Abel-how can I be sure that this is not poisonous for him?
-But it's not poison, you can eat it calmly, if it's poisonous you could even kill me, I'm not going to run away from here.-The Saiyan looked deeply into Ivan's eyes, waiting for him to take the seed.
The two men looked at each other at the boy's courage and surprised by his attitude, they finished fighting with him and he offered help, a few seconds later Ivan took the seed and ate it and immediately recovered, leaving Abel with his mouth open and Ivan surprised. and Goku happily beside them.
-I didn't say, it's not poisonous, now tell me who are you? Are they from Frezza's army? Or another evil organization? Why did they attack me like that?-Asked Goku.
-Neither one nor the other, we are from Holly Holly Nightmare and we received a report that there was a dark being in that region.-said Ivan.
-The report said that a fallen man who had colored hair transformed with super strength and who was a cannibal, he killed and beat people
-Abel showed the document to Goku, it was a photo of him making a face, speaking slander and lies.
-hahahahahaha, look at this photo, it's funny, but I didn't do any of that, you know, I only fight for tournaments, to protect the people I love and the earth, and I only eat in restaurants and my wife's food, I never eat cannibals, none of those things have I done - he said this smiling, leaving the two men still suspicious.
-You say all this and still smile? Hey Abel, this Japanese guy is strange, because they've always been like this, I remember it since the second world war.-Ivan crosses his arms and closes his eyes as he remembers this bad event.
-Second World War? What do you mean:- asked Goku.
-Didn't you study this at school? You know that Germany dominates the world, obviously if it weren't for us Russians, you would be dead.- Ivan explained with an air of grandeur and pride.
-You know, I've never heard of that.- Goku noticed that Ivan was disappointed and sad but on the other hand he made Abel burst into laughter after taking off the Russian hero pose.
-AHHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, it seems that studies don't suit your warrior soul, right?
-It's true, although my wife is tough on me when it comes to raising our children and mine is of course, but you fight too, right? Do you just pull swords out of nowhere or do other things?
-Well, when you do surveillance across the multiverses, dimensions, spiritual worlds you learn other things, you are not human, what are you?-Abel asked.
-I am an ultra-advanced warrior race that almost became extinct many years ago, a Saiyan and I have some transformations, I have fought against powerful warriors and gods.-Explained Goku. Abel's eyes shone with joy and he was very excited when he met someone extremely powerful.
-Please, when you have free time, we have to fight one of these days, and if possible, could you tell me your stories?
-But of course I would love to fight you, you have to meet Vegeta, with a brave and fighting face, you remind me of him but I feel like you must be a good person.-Goku pats Abel on the shoulder.
-I try to be, I don't reach one hundred percent but I try to improve every day.-The tattooed man was very happy to find a warrior like Goku, he was eager to meet Vegeta, the two Abel and Goku spent 35 minutes talking, Ivan had finished the his cigar got up and grabbed them both by the collar of their clothes and brought them close to his face. -Can young ladies focus on the mission? anger and hate, Goku started whispering in Abel's ear in an attempt to make Ivan not hear him.
-Hey, is this guy always so annoying?-Asked Goku. -Huhuhuhu, I've been with him for over ten years, so I've gotten used to it, but I've lived with people worse than him-Abel said very softly next to Goku.
-You know I can hear them right?-Ivan lets them both go and they get up, Ivan walks in front and two come behind talking about their fights and tournaments, leaving Ivan increasingly bored. -OH Blayt..''
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more than friends - a stelle x march nsfw drabble (first time)
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stelle looks around march 7th's room for what feels like the hundredth time; every time they visit their friends here, they spot more details hidden amongst the overwhelmingly pink color scheme. photographs - so many photos, her camera never leaves her person after all - of different worlds and ships and adventures, of dan and himeko and welt, of pom-pom and peppy, and... of stelle. they had been overcome with emotion the first time they noticed a picture of the three of them be given pride of place on her wall; it was strange, to think that in the space of one mission together, stelle had become important enough to march that she couldn't think of anything more urgent when they left belobog as to document the spring of their friendship. but tonight, its a different image that catches stelle's eye. not a posed shot or selfie that they'd been roped into taking with someone, but an unfamiliar one. a photograph some might call a candid. "when did you take that one?" they ask, tapping march's shoulder and pointing at it. it's tacked up on the wall just beside her bed. in it, stelle sits on a bench, slumped down a little with their head leaning to one side, a peaceful expression on their face. eyes closed, enjoying the fresh air. "oh...," march blushes. "i - sorry, i couldn't resist! you looked so lovely, stelle. it reminds me of how... how nice it is when everything comes to a halt. you know what i mean? how easy it is to relax in those moments where you have nowhere to be and nothing to do." "you don't have to apologise. you're good at this - you certainly made me look pretty." "you always look pretty!" there's a blush colouring march's cheeks as she avoids their gaze, maybe feeling embarrassed for the unsolicited compliment. but stelle doesn't mind; there's just this weird feeling in their stomach when they look at her. the kind of feeling that's always there in the background, and amplifies itself every time march is in the same room as them. and she's so, so close to them right now. sitting up on the bed, hip to hip, but turned slightly away from each other. "says you," stelle mouths, just loud enough that march can't pretend she doesn't hear it. march is beautiful... petite and bright eyed with the prettiest smile, soft skin, hands much smaller and daintier than stelle's own. a few moments pass as they contemplate what it would be like to hold them. "you're staring at me. do i have something on my face or something?" "sorry," stelle coughs. "uh...,"
they don't know why they do it, but the longer stelle looks at march, her bright eyes and even brighter heart, all the beauty in the world stuffed into this small girl, the more the urge to reach out and touch her builds up.
they glance away, before stealing another right back -and then, then they do it. before any kind of filter or shame can get in their way, they brush a strand of hair from march's face and kisses her.
stelle makes sure to go in soft, they're unsure how this usually plays out and what feels good and what's even appropriate; it's march that reciprocates like she's been waiting her whole life for this. maybe she has been. maybe there's love and loss and heartbreak and longing in her past. she wraps her arms around stelle's neck, taking them by total - but welcome - surprise, leaning forward and climbing into their lap.
her legs around her waist; because she's small and slight enough to fit comfortably there, slotting into stelle like a missing puzzle piece.
the butterflies in stelle's stomach are a new sensation, and it's one they battle with. march is eager, deepening their kiss, her tiny nails digging into the back of stelle's neck. the more she does this, the more uncomfortable stelle feels in the pit of their stomach.
but they're pretty sure it's normal.
they spend a while pressed against each other in a lingering, sometimes lazy, sometimes desperate kiss; march whimpering every time she feels stelle's tongue flit into her mouth, their names followed by little gasps of breath or moans their only soundtrack. march doesn't want it to end. she feels special, when stelle looks at her. when stelle holds her. if she pulls away, it might end. she'd have to answer to stelle, answer to the desires she's been feeling all these weeks since they met. and she doesn't have the words for that.
stelle's tongue brushes march's bottom lip, and it silences her doubts in an instant. for stelle, the butterflies are turning into heat. white hot heat at their core, not satisfied with anything; not satisfied with just tightening their grip or pulling at march's lips with their teeth. they want - they need - more. what the more entails doesn't really cross their mind, it's just an instinct. a desperation to be as close to this girl as they can possibly get.
"lie down," stelle mumbles, and march responds with wide eyes and silent nods. she clumsily climbs off of their lap, and crawls across her bed, lying on her back.
stelle looks at her, really looks - her skirt riding up just a little bit, caught under her thigh; her vest rolls as well, to expose her hip. she's... she's everything, stelle thinks. everything.
"you can do whatever... i... i trust you...," march is stumbling over her words, but the intent is clear.
stelle props themselves up beside march, their hand resting momentarily on her stomach before moving down; cold fingertips on the hot skin of her hip, and resting on her thigh. march bites her lip and shyly spreads her legs, inviting them. stelle can't resist, and march is staring at them with nothing but lust, pleading; eyes as sad and wanting as a puppydog. they slip their hand underneath the fabric of her skirt and squeeze her soft thighs, slowly trailing upwards, until... fuck.
she's so warm, and as stelle takes two fingers and gently rubs her slit, they realize it's because march is wet. she's soaking; and she's arching her back into stelle's touch, needy and desperate for more. more pressure, stelle thinks, pressing down on march's swollen clit, so sensitive that she gasps. "stelle...,"
"shh, i've got you, i'll be gentle-," "n-no. more."
fuck. whatever awkwardness stelle assumed would come with fumbling around and trying to figure out how to pleasure a pretty girl just didn't exist; march's desperation works like reassurance, like encouragement. march twitching and leaning into where it feels good is the hottest thing stelle could imagine. the nights spent with march just a few doors away, thinking about how good she smells and how pretty her hands would look holding theirs - wondering about kissing and how she might react to their shameless flirting and loving the way she would blush when stelle was confident enough to do so.
the nights they spent touching themselves the way they were now touching march, slow, lazy circles to draw the feeling out as long as possible, until march's gasps are loud enough that stelle speeds up just to calm her down.
"i d-don't wanna yet, noo, not yet-," march protests, but her body is betraying her. her toes curl and she clenches her thighs, every time she meets stelle's eyes she feels like she's going to combust.
she wants to feel their weight on top of her and have them fuck her hard, knuckle deep inside her cunt until she screamed so loud everyone would know that she was squirting, cumming all over stelle's hand, grinding and desperate for more still even as she does.
"p-please... stelle... innnnn... inside me...,"
stelle takes the hint, and it's not hard to slip two fingers into her pussy, finding a rhythm that march could match by rocking her hips and moaning, the sound much deeper this time. she feels so full, and she wonders how she'll ever feel normal being empty again. she wants more, she wants stelle deeper and faster and harder, she pushes pathetically against their fingers, all but out of energy, but stelle looks like they could go for hours.
"th-that feels...so good. stelle...,"
the sound of their name is like a catalyst, stelle thrusting her fingers in and out of her soaking cunt faster and faster. for march, the room spins, but stelle shushes her, calmly, soothingly. "good girl, good girl... i've got you... i'm looking after you, don't worry... you can cum for me, sweetheart... be a good girl for me and show me what i do to you...,"
stelle's own pussy aches as they curl their fingers while deep inside march, iliciting a squeal they hadn't heard from her yet. "stelle, i'm gonna -,"
stelle pulls their fingers out and watches march's face fall and her words turn into nonsense. "make yourself. for me...," they say, desperate to see how march does it. aching as her face shifts from 'oh, no fair' to 'fuck it', her pretty hand finding where stelle's is, still hovered on her mound, and squeezing their wet fingers. as march begins pleasuring herself, stelle doesn't break eye contact, slowly sucking their fingers until they were all cleaned up from march's pretty, sweet slick.
and then, they join in. shoulder to shoulder, with their heads leaned towards the others, stelle plays with themselves with the feel of march's hot breaths against her face. march, who is flushed and tired and full of lust. "please let me taste when you cum."
"your wish is my command." "then cum for me, stelle, pleaseee. please let me cum and please...please...,"
it doesn't take long for stelle to be able to make that wish come true. they mumble - march, march, i'm close, please, i'm so close; and the next minute, they both cum. neither know who's first, their names cling together like an out of tune chorus as the sounds spill out of their mouths.
march curls up in a ball, clenched and small and overstimulated as she does, her cum leaking into the gaps between her fingers; skin glistening when she finally pulls out of herself. stelle, on the other hand, throws their head back and bucks their hips upwards as the waves come, cursing march's name and using their free hand to clutch a pillow as tight as they can. sweat pools as it runs down their neck and into the dips by their collarbones; and march is panting, smiling - she shifts down in the bed and curls up on stelle's thigh, a hand resting on the other.
stelle reaches down to her and slips their two messy fingers into march's eager mouth, the lewd sucking and popping sounds driving them crazy. they fall asleep like so, stelle's fingers still lingering at march's lips, red coloring on their cheeks. whatever happens when they wake is up to future them to figure out.
march may laugh it off and ignore it, stelle might make a silly joke to wind her up and end up fucking her from behind in a storage closet when the teasing turns march into a desperate mess for them again. or maybe this is all a dream. still, stelle thinks, how nice it would be if it isn't.
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December Drabbles
Prompt 21: Snow Dump Characters: Vil, Jack, Epel (no ships) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have asked Rook to take the photo for me, but he's in Science club at the moment. You don't mind, do you Jack?" Vil looked at him expectantly, leaving the first year in a bit of an awkward position as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean I take pictures for my parents and stuff but I don't know if my skill will be up to par with Rook's when it comes to this kinda stuff....but I'll try." Vil smiled softly and posed under the pine tree he wanted a photo with. The branches were heavy laden with snow, and a light breeze allowed the top layer of snowflakes to spiral nicely around him. He didn't often just take pictures for himself, but this time...it might be nice. "I'm taking a few full body shots and a few of your face. You can let me know after if I need to take more." Vil just nodded slightly, and Jack attempted a few photos, trying to recall any and all advice Vil had given him in their formative years. However, just as he was about to take what he thought might be the perfect shot, his ear flicked. He clicked the shutter then turned to face his fellow first years, leaving Vil confused as he couldn't hear them until a very familiar voice yelled "GETT'EM" Vil ducked slightly, but Jack had blocked about half of the poorly aimed snowballs just by being the wall of a man that he was. He was fairly pleased with himself until he watched one sail way overhead, thrown by none other than Epel himself. Epel only regretted it when he saw Jack's reaction, his eyes widening as he whipped around to watch his snowball shake snow off the first branch it hit, then break off in chunks as it proceeded to hit almost every branch on the way down. Epel winced as his housewarden made a rather undignified sound as all that snow fell on him, largely in one big clump. Jack was quick to help brush off the snow from Vil, trying very hard to suppress a toothy grin as the blonde wiped snow from his hair and shoulders, and then waved Jack away as he glared down at his freshman. "Did you think that was funny?" It took every ounce of self control for Epel to keep his straight face. He took a deep, shaky breath trying not to laugh and responded. "No, housewarden. I didn't even know you were there. I'm really sorry." Vil let out a small, almost dark sounding chuckle. "Oh you will be." Epel was about to dispute that, saying it wouldn't be fair, but then he watched his housewarden start to gather up snow. "You forget where I grew up Epel. Snow was on the ground for the greater part of the year. If I were you, I'd try to put some distance between us." Vil gave him a cocky grin as the young boy froze, then complied with his prefect's suggestion, starting to book it away from him. Jack watched Vil as he took his time sculpting the perfect snowball, then slipped his gloves off to melt the outer layer of snow just enough to make sure the snowball would endure the flight it was about to go on. Jack couldn't help his tail from wagging- Vil had a mean arm even when they were kids, and could throw farther than anyone he'd ever met. Maybe it was because of whenever Jack chose the game to play it was fetch- but that was besides the point. He watched Vil wait, caught the sly side eye he gave him, only making him grin more as Vil threw the snowball. It took a few seconds, but it very clearly hit Epel on the back of the head. The two of them chuckled lightheartedly as Epel went face first into the snow, only to pop up a moment later looking disheveled and in utter disbelief back at them. Jack offered his arm to Vil. "Your nose is going to get red if you stay out too much longer. Let me walk you back to your dorm."
Vil smiled graciously, linking his arm with Jack's. "Thank you." "Oh and Vil?" "Mhm?" "Your face was hilarious when the snow fell on you." Jack presented the photo evidence, making Vil laugh and hit his arm lightly. "You're so lucky that it was on my phone and not yours. You better not have sent it to yourself." "Nooo promises." "Jack Howl." "I didn't, I promise."
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I would like to request aoi, hajun, allen and kanata with a very curvy and voluptuous mc with some belly, if possible could you add a bit of nsfw :) thanks bby #Hebi100Special aaa I forgot to put the hashtag, hereee, sorry ; ^;
Writer's corner: This was supposed to be part of my Special 100 but unfortunately it's the 12th one I got qwq so... I'm posting it now. But thank you, anon, for requesting! It's so cute and adorable!! Hope you'll enjoy the reading! If not, please, let me know. Also I'll make it gn! Hope it's fine for you! Tell me if not~ Enjoy~
Warnings: cuddle, tender moment but slight NSFW
⋆𝐀𝐨𝐢, 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧, 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐧!𝐦𝐜
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⋆When Aoi saw mc for the first time, they got surprised by how beautiful mc was.
⋆They seriously managed to get Aoi's attention simply smiling, while they were passing by with their friends.
⋆And it was felt like magic by the prince of Visty.
⋆Certainly Aoi must have considered mc to be the right one
⋆They seriously were!
⋆The feelings the prince got weren't those ones felt for a simple crush.
⋆That was love at the first sight.
⋆And Aoi thought to be the right one.
⋆What they really liked of mc?
⋆Their cuteness, of course.
⋆The fact that their laughter was so simply innocent and adorable.
⋆And their curvy and voluptuous body.
⋆Yeah.. It was considered to be voluptuous by the prince themselves.
⋆Those curves were so damn hot that Aoi couldn't help but imagine his hands on them.
⋆They couldn't help but imagine themselves whispering sweet compliments to mc's ears in the dark of their room.
⋆But it didn't take a lot until Aoi's dreams came true.
⋆"My prince/princess... Look at yourself... You're beautiful.."
⋆Aoi would whisper in the dark for the umpteenth time and come back to massage mc's body.
⋆They would reach the hips, those curvy and adorably sexy hips of them.
⋆Aoi would smile gently as always and would compliment mc again for being so gorgeous.
⋆I feel like the prince would do it more if they knew that mc is a kind of insecure about their own body.
⋆So if mc was, then Aoi wouldn't waste a minute and start listing all the parts they love of mc's body.
⋆Aoi wouldn't want their adorable prince/princess to feel ugly when mc is actually the light to them.
⋆They would do everything to make them feel gorgeous and beautiful.
⋆Even stopping his fingers on some stretch marks mc would have (of course if they had any).
⋆Aoi's pale body would be on mc's one as the prince would giggle softly.
⋆"I cannot find any word to describe how beautiful you are and how happy I am to have you in my life... I love you."
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⋆Hajun with a curvy mc?
⋆That's interesting.
⋆As we know, he's a model.
⋆So I'm imagining him meeting mc while he's getting prepared for a photoshoot.
⋆He'd be surprised by mc's beauty and voluptuous body (just like Aoi would).
⋆And I feel like Hajun would even try to convince mc to pose for photos, after knowing them of course.
⋆Since Hajun would actually love mc's body and personality.
⋆He'd generally act sadistically.
⋆But I think he'd seriously think that mc is truly beautiful and deserves some attention too.
⋆I mean..
⋆Imagine him posing, even wearing fashioned and branded clothes, with a curvy and voluptuous model beside!
⋆OMG. I need to see something like this!
⋆It'd be amazing, don't you think?
⋆Of course that sexy power of them would manage to get also Hajun's mind.
⋆Hajun would imagine himself, doing what he wants to mc..
⋆..touching what he wants and to hear their voice softly moaning of pleasure in the middle of the night.
⋆It'd be divine for him and I feel like he'd try to cover the fact that he'd look forward to that moment.
⋆Of course after time mc and Hajun would find themselves one on the other's naked body.
⋆The bed sheets would be the only thing to half-cover them, while Hajun would stare at mc's eyes.
⋆They would be under him, looking at his eyes, finally seeing them without sunglasses on.
⋆It'd be romantic and slow.
⋆Hajun would touch that soft skin, loving that body of mc's more than how he would have done before.
⋆He'd kiss it, he'd love it entirely.
⋆"Babe.. Your hips are lovely~"
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⋆Allen would meet mc at one of BAE's concert.
⋆He'd look among the crowd of fans and immediately fell for that curvy and gorgeous mc.
⋆That smile of them.
⋆Their expression of realization and that blush.
⋆Of course mc would notice Suzaku's eyes on them.
⋆And it would make them so excited ans happy!
⋆Just like a normal fan would be after getting a simple gaze by their favourite singer or rapper.
⋆Day by day they would get closer until they would finally become a couple.
⋆And yeah...
⋆Sometimes Allen is said to be awkward.
⋆So imagine how flustered and embarrassed he'd get thinking about how sexy mc's curvy hips are.
⋆He'd blush and try to ignore those thoughts until he'd find himself exploring that body of mc's.
⋆Just like a blink.
⋆Allen would even wonder what he is doing there and why does he really feel so necessary to him to touch that body.
⋆Mc would be there, barely covering their own closed eyes, blushing.
⋆I don't know why..
⋆But I feel like they would kinda whisper to Allen something like:
⋆"Please.. Do not look at me-"
⋆And that's when Allen would try to move mc's arms away from their face.
⋆Allen would love to make mc loves their own body..
⋆..to make them appreciate it just as much as he already does.
⋆So that's how I feel he'd uncover mc's face and stare at their sparkling eyes.
⋆Mc would be able to see Allen's phoenix soul through his eyes as these words would resound in the room:
⋆"Mc.. Look at me. Do not cover your face, please. You don't need to be embarrassed... You need to understand that.. You're the most beautiful for me."
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⋆Kanata is the best at making the ones he loves feel appreciated.
⋆So that's why I'm sure he'd be incredibly sweet towards mc..
⋆...especially when they're alone, though.
⋆He could have met mc at one of Cozmez's concerts or even simply while walking to a convenience store with the intention to buy something to eat for him and Nayuta.
⋆It doesn't change, though, that mc managed to get his attention.
⋆Kanata would have never thought to get interested in anyone else than Nayuta but...
⋆Mc did it.
⋆How to blame them though?
⋆They're beautiful.
⋆Their face and skin look so perfect.
⋆Their smile is genuinely sweet.
⋆And their body...
⋆Damn!
⋆Their body is so curvy and voluptuous.
⋆It'd be the first time but..
⋆Kanata would feel something strange.
⋆Like the will to hold those tasty hips with his hands.
⋆To even gently and playfully bite them.
⋆And it'd feel strange to him.
⋆After some time though, everything would happen.
⋆Kanata would be there, alone with mc in the dark of that small apartment he and Nayuta call home.
⋆His and mc' bodies against that futon while Kanata would keep at least an hand on one of mc's hips, hugging them.
⋆His kisses against their body would suggest mc that, yes:
⋆He truly loves them.
⋆Contrary to how the others could have treated them..
⋆Well...
⋆He loves them.
⋆Mc's silence would bring Kanata to focus again on their face.
⋆As he'd see some tears on their eyes he'd get closer and kiss them.
⋆"Those bastards who treat you bad are looking for some pain! I will protect you, mc! I promise!"
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AI-Less Whumptober Day 30 (29? I don't know) : Mind Games
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They can't all be winners.
Staring out through the tiny window in the wall of the basement where he sat on the painfully cold floor, Tony Stark wondered what time it was. He wondered how long he'd been in this place. He wondered where Penny was. Closing his eyes, he tried not to let himself panic. His kid was smart. No…she was brilliant. She was strong. She would never stay down…she always got back up and she kept fighting until she won. He rubbed a hand over his face, sighing and trying not to think about how she'd looked when they'd pulled him into that van…how her dress had been covered in blood. How her arms had lay limp at her sides, face lax in unconsciousness. How he'd called out for her but she hadn't so much as twitched.
Penny wasn't his daughter. That's what he'd told the people who'd taken her away, throwing him into the basement. He didn't have kids! He'd been very careful on that particular front, thankfully. Penny was his intern. A girl who had come with him to the gala only because he'd invited all of his interns. A girl who seemed to know him so well because they were working on a project in the lab together.
Later, Tony would see the photos that the paparazzi had taken and published in their magazines and online and he'd see the girl at his side, her hair cut short and straightened, a headband around her head and the fringe of her dress sweeping across her knees, his arm around her shoulders as they smiled and posed, and he would think…yeah, actually, it makes sense that people think she's my daughter. But he never let himself think that word. His kid, sure. Penny was like his kid. His responsibility. Someone he loved being around. But not his. No matter how many looks Pepper gave him when he tried to make that point.
Penny had been skeptical when she'd received the invitation, calling him almost immediately, and he'd grinned when Friday had informed him that she was attempting to contact him. "Yeah, okay, patch her through," Tony had ordered. And when her face had appeared on a little screen to his left, he'd sat down his drill, spinning around in his chair and smiling pleasantly. "Hey, kiddo. What's up?"
"Mr. Stark…why are you throwing a…" she'd hesitated, looking down at the paper in her hand. "Great Gatsby Halloween Charity Speakeasy?"
"It's the roaring 20's, Pen. Besides, Pepper let me pick the theme for once."
"Does this have anything to do with the fact that I'm currently reading The Great Gatsby for English?"
"That could have been a factor."
"Okay…why was I invited?"
"All Stark Industries employees are invited." She'd sighed, giving him a look, and he'd grinned. "Come on, kiddo. You love Halloween!"
"I mean…yeah but..this is like…a really fancy gala."
He'd waved a hand. "Hardly. It's going to be full of people dressed like mobsters and flappers. How fancy can that be?"
She'd lifted an eyebrow.
"I made this one casual just for you, Pen. I promise. Pep already had an outfit for you. You'll come for a little while, drink mocktails, and then you can come upstairs and eat take out with me and Pepper. It'll be like any other Friday night."
He certainly was eating those words now.
The two of them had split up once they'd taken photos outside, her smiling shyly at the paparazzi, him throwing his arm around her to put her at ease. Once they'd stepped into the ballroom, she'd gone to get a drink and chat with the other interns, him to network. But thirty minutes in and she'd appeared at his side, smiling at the people he'd been talking to before meeting his eyes with a look that told him this was important. So he'd excused himself and she hadn't even apologized, which had told him this was serious.
"Something is wrong with this drink," she'd whispered, holding it up but keeping that smile on her face.
"What do you mean?"
"I think it's drugged. I don't know for sure."
"Did you drink any?"
She'd shaken her head.
"Senses?"
She'd nodded and he'd glanced around the room, grimly wondering if someone had after her in particular or if they'd put something in all of the drinks. He hadn't wanted to cause a scene…hadn't wanted stories to spread.
"Okay. Go to my office. Don't eat or drink anything else. I'll let Happy know and then I'll be right up. We'll see if we can find anything on the cameras."
Penny had nodded, disappearing with her glass, and Tony had gone to find Happy, which had been harder than he'd expected it to be. His friend hadn't answered his phone, and when he'd asked another security guard who he hadn't recognized if he'd seen him, the man had shaken his head, looking around like he was about to get in trouble. Tony had assured him that was okay, and had asked him to keep an eye out.
Now he wondered if they'd gotten to Happy too. Later he would find out that none of his security team had actually been working that night…that the people who'd taken him and Penny had been planing this for months…that they'd infiltrated his security team and his building and that someone on the inside had been working with them…he would just need to find out who. Happy had been found in a storage closet, hands tied behind his back, a nasty head wound giving him a concussion but thankfully not killing him.
When he'd finally made it up to his office, he'd found the cup sitting on his desk…empty. It had been with a growing dread that he'd approached it, looking around the room and wondering if Penny was playing some kind of Halloween joke on him. But beside the drink had been a post-it note and a photograph.
'Meet me in the lobby, Penelope.'
And a picture of May outside of her apartment.
Tony had spun around, hurrying back to the elevator and pulling out his phone from his suit pocket, but Penny hadn't answered when he'd called. She hadn't answered when he'd texted. He'd stepped out onto the floor where the gala had been in full-swing, glancing around the room but not seeing her. Then he'd headed for the lobby, but she hadn't been there either. The lobby of his building had been quiet and dark and never before had he regretted not putting Friday throughout the whole of his new building as much as he had in that moment. He'd just bought the place a few months ago after selling the tower, wanting an SI base in the city partially because a lot of his employees lived there and partially because Penny did.
Spinning on his heel, he'd gone back to the ballroom where SI employees and their guests had been mingling and eating and dancing, and the security team that he'd thought had been his had stood at the ready around the room, the only ones not dressed in old-timey suits or flapper dresses. No one had seemed to be negatively affected by the drinks. Had it only been the mocktails, he'd wondered, head spinning, or had it only been Penny's drink? One of the security team had come up to him while he'd been pondering it, hesitating at his side.
"Sir? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah…I'm looking for my intern. Penny Parker. Sixteen, dark hair, black and green dress, green headband."
"Yes, sir. I think I saw her go into the kitchen."
Nodding, he'd hurried off towards the kitchen, slipping between waiters and waitresses and standing in a corner, trying to spot her, but hadn't had any luck. But then, on the table by the far wall, he'd spotted a glass just like the one Penny had been holding…just like the one on his desk upstairs. Swearing under his breath and shaking his head at himself, he'd tried to shake the feeling that something strange was going on. Penny's senses were rarely wrong…hell, they were never wrong, but this felt…weird. What had been in her drink? Why couldn't he find Happy? And, he'd thought, come to think of it, why didn't he recognize any of the security team? He didn't recognize any of the waiters either, but that wasn't all that strange…they hired catering companies for these kinds of things. Still, he had avoided any waiters with trays of drinks or food as he'd continued to search the packed room for Penny.
And then he'd spotted her, making her way towards the back exit, and he'd hurried through the throngs of people, trying not to jostle anyone and trying his best to look like everything was normal. He'd avoided at least three conversations, apologizing to acquaintances and assuring them that he would be right back, but when he'd finally reached the side of the room where he'd seen Penny, he'd realized that she wasn't there at all. Swearing under his breath, he'd started to turn around, then had pressed his hands to the bar, pushing the back door open and standing in the empty hallway. There were bathrooms, but there was no line…people didn't usually come to this part of the building...just the cleaning staff and security team.
Then a woman had emerged from the bathroom…a woman he'd first thought was Penny. She'd been wearing the same dress…the same headband. Her hair had been the same color. And when she'd met his eyes with a tiny smile, alarm bells had gone off in his head. Something was wrong…someone was trying to distract him. Tony didn't have special senses like Penny, but he did have his own gut feelings, and right then, that gut feeling had led him to turn around and sprint towards the nearest exit. There was a back alley that ran behind the building, his brain had helpfully supplied. Could Penny be there? Was someone trying to get her alone? Or get him alone? Why?
He knew why now, of course. They'd needed time to draw her out of the building…to contain her…then to fight her. They'd left different clues behind for each of them, hoping to lead her into that alley and him on a wild goose chase. She was stronger than they'd expected but there had been eight of them waiting for her, and the woman in the dress just like hers had come down to the basement and had smiled at him just a few minutes ago, crossing her arms and regarding him with something like amusement. "You know, you weren't supposed to come with us."
"What the hell do you want?"
"What does anyone want? Money."
"Money?"
"Of course. The plan was to take your daughter and make you pay…maybe threaten to tell everyone that your intern was actually your bastard daughter." She had shrugged. "But you had to go into that alley."
He'd stepped out the door right as they'd been carrying her into the van, her dress covered in blood, and he hadn't made it two steps before something had slammed into his head, making the world go black for a few minutes…just long enough for him to find himself in the van too. And when he'd opened his eyes, he'd found himself face to barrel with the woman's gun.
In the basement, she'd sighed. "You really did mess up our plans, you know?"
"Oh sorry about that," he'd snapped, but he'd known what she must have been thinking…he'd seen their faces. He'd been told their plan. And where, he wondered, was Penny? They'd taken him out of the van first, forcing him to walk through the doors of a house in the suburbs. Was Penny even in the same house? He would give them money if they asked…he didn't care if they thought Penny was his daughter.
Why had he told her to go to his office? Why hadn't he gone with her right then? Why hadn't he sent everyone home?
None of that mattered, he told himself firmly, standing up and looking around the dark, damp basement. It had been raining for the last five days off and on, and he was freezing. Would they take money from him now? He could call Pepper…tell her to work with them…to wire them the money to whatever bank account they wanted. Or would…
Someone in the house screamed. Not Penny. A man. The man screamed and a gun went off and Tony raced up the stairs, grabbing the knob and yanking on it, but nothing happened. "Hey! Let me out!" he called, slamming a fist into the door and wincing when all it did was make his hand hurt. He raced back down the stairs, looking wildly around the room to try and find something to bust the door down or pick the lock or literally anything to get him out. He had to find Penny! He had to help her!
Another gun went off and someone else screamed…how many people had been in the van? Four? He tried to count…the woman in the front…she'd been driving. The woman who'd talk to him who had been wearing Penny's dress. And two men. He'd threatened every one of them, screaming for Penny until one of them had hit him across the face with one of their guns and even then he'd opened his mouth to keep talking but the other guy had pointing the gun at Penny's unmoving body and that's when he'd gone quiet.
He'd promised himself that he would kill that man first.
Had there been other people in the house? Were they fighting amongst themselves? Was…
Tony froze when footsteps approached the stairs and, quietly as he could, he hurried up them, gripping the railing and crouching, and the second it opened, he launched himself at the woman in green and black…but she only caught his fist, cocking a bloody eyebrow, and it hit him a second too late that it was Penny.
"Pen!" he gasped, jumping back, and he would have fallen down the stairs if she hadn't caught him by his arms, gently pulling him forward.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You're the one who's bleeding."
She brought a hand up to her head and winced. "Yeah…it was your security team. Or…probably not your security team…"
"Are you okay?" he demanded, not caring about that just yet. Before she could lie, he brought a careful hand up to her head, wincing as he pushed her short hair back. There was a gash on her forehead that still dripped blood, and a split across her eyebrow…they'd gotten her twice. And then he saw that part of her dress along her side was darker than the rest.
"Sorry about the dress," she tried, giving him a weak smile.
"Don't…no joking about this. Not yet."
"So I should wait until tomorrow?"
"Try giving it a week and we'll see how I feel," he muttered. "Anyone else in the house?"
"No…not yet. There are more of them…they might be on their way." He noticed then that she was swaying a little and he wrapped an arm around her.
"Okay…you're okay. Let's get you out of here. We'll call for help."
Penny nodded, but the second they took a step, he knew something was wrong. She leaned on him almost entirely, eyes drooping, and he tightened the arm around her. "Stay with me, Pen…please, kiddo…just a few steps and you can lay down, okay?"
"Lay down," she agreed, nodding her head, and he led her past the two bodies on the floor, not bothering to ask if they were dead. He didn't care. He would just have to deal with that later, along with several other things, apparently. For the moment, he focused on getting her out of that house and out onto the sidewalk. The sun was long gone, and if he had to guess, he'd say that it was probably around eight-thirty or nine…late enough that people wouldn't want to answer their doors. But they'd taken his phone and had left Penny's little purse out in the alley, so they were going to have to rely on the kindness of strangers.
Tony took them three houses down, not wanting to make Penny walk too far, but also wanting to be far enough away from the house they'd been held captive in to be safe. So he guided her up the front steps, letting Penny lean on him, then knocked on the bright yellow front door. The woman that answered peered hesitantly through her screen door before seeming to go pale in the dim light of her living room when it seemed to register who exactly was standing on her porch at what Tony assumed was nearly bedtime based on the toys on the floor behind her.
"Hi…I'm Tony Stark. Sorry to drop in like this. Can I use your phone?"
She blinked a few times, eyes darting to Penny whose head had dropped to her chest.
"Long story," he preemptively explained. "We got kidnapped earlier tonight. This is my intern, Penny. She got hurt when we were getting away. She needs help and I need a phone. Please."
"Right," the woman whispered, nodding with wide-eyes before snapping out of whatever shocked state she'd been in for a second there. "You're…yes. Um…come in. Please," the woman ushered, jumping out of the way and pointing him towards the sofa in the living room where he led Penny, easing her down and making a mental note to send the woman some money to replace it. "Is she…will she be okay?"
"Do you have a first aid kit?" He needed a phone but Penny was bleeding and that had to be his priority.
"Yes…um…Reggie?" she called, and a boy who looked to be about ten or eleven peeked his head around the corner from what looked like the kitchen, eyes wide and afraid. "Honey, go get the first aid kit. Take your sister upstairs."
Tony heard a younger child saying something about watching TV and he wanted to apologize but Penny's eyes were closed. "Penny? Hey…hey, kiddo…stay awake, okay? Pen?" he shook her and her eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus on him. "I know…this sucks, kiddo. Just stay awake. Can I get a soda? Please?" he asked the woman who'd let them into her house and she nodded, hurrying to her kitchen and returning with a can of Pepsi that he popped open, grabbing one of Penny's hands and wrapping it around the soda. "Take a drink, Pen. You need sugar…you're losing blood."
"That makes sense," she muttered, nodding and taking a long drink.
"There you go. We've got a first aid kit on the way." He focused in on where the rip in her dress was, ripping it more so he wouldn't have to try and take her dress off, then winced when he realized it wasn't just a cut they were dealing with…it was a gunshot wound.
"Bad?" she asked, voice slurring a little.
"Not great," he admitted. But just then the boy returned with the first aid kit and he thanked him absently, opening the box and pulling out a sterile pad and a bottle of alcohol. The woman shooed her children back upstairs, something Tony was only vaguely aware of as he ripped the package open and soaked the pad in alcohol, then pressed it to Penny's side. She gasped, hands curling into fists as her back arched, but she didn't scream, just clenched her jaw as her eyes slammed shut. "There you go…good job, kid. You took it better than me, that's for sure. Last time I got shot, I cried like a baby."
The woman moved to sit beside Penny, and he stiffened, feeling himself get defensive before she'd even touched his kid, but she just bought a wet cloth to Penny's forehead, gently wiping the blood away. He relaxed a fraction, going back to pressing the pad to Penny's side to try and stop the bleeding, then managed to tape a fresh sterile pad down over the wound.
"That'll have to do for now, kiddo," he murmured, patting her knee. "How are you feeling?" She gave him a weak thumbs up and he chuckled, sitting on her other side and wrapping an arm around her. "Good enough for me. Try to stay awake. Can I use a phone?" he asked the woman on Penny's other side, and she jumped up, hurrying over to the table where a cellphone sat plugged in, yanking it off the charger and holding it out. "Thank you. I'll replace the sofa. Or…pay to have it cleaned."
"Oh…that's okay. I've got kids…this old thing has seen worse," she tried to assure him as he dialed Pepper's number with shaking fingers. Beside him, Penny took another drink of the Pepsi, and in his ear, the phone rang, and it all felt so surreal. But he had to focus. He might have a concussion, but he didn't have time for that at the moment.
"Tony? Where are you? I…"
"Pep, the security team isn't ours. They tried to kidnap Penny. They got both of us. Penny got us out. Can you have Friday track our location? Send a medteam too…Penny's hurt."
Pepper, bless her, had enough experience with high stakes situations to snap immediately into action, but he knew he'd have questions to answer later. "Of course. I'll send them right now. Happy?"
"Couldn't get ahold of him."
"I'll find him. Are you okay?"
"Fine. Penny took the brunt of it," he assured her, deciding to leave out the concussion.
He handed the phone back to the woman, thanking her, then thanking her again when she grabbed a blanket and draped it over Penny who was obviously struggling to stay conscious.
"Can I get you something to drink? Soda? Tea? Water?"
"Water would be great. Thank you."
She nodded and he closed his own eyes, wishing he could sleep. But, he reminded himself, he had to keep going a little while longer. When she brought him a bottle of water, he sat up a little, lest he give into temptation. He took a drink, then sat it on the table, wiping his hand on his pants and grimacing when the blood didn't come out. "Sorry…I'd shake your hand but…"
She smiled, waving him off.
"I didn't ask your name."
"Lois Wright."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Wright. Thank you again for letting us come in."
"It's really no trouble. And it's just Lois, please." She took a hesitant step back, glancing at the stairs. "I'm just going to get my kids to bed…"
"Of course. A medical team is on their way…they'll take care of us and we'll be out of your hair."
Once Lois the good samaritan was gone, Tony shook Penny's shoulder a little. "Kiddo? You still with me?"
"I'm tired."
"I know…just stay awake a little longer."
"Mkay."
He smiled, not believing her. "How'd you take all of those guys down, anyway?"
Penny scoffed. "They were just regular humans."
"Regular humans with guns."
She shrugged.
"Regular humans with guns that shot you."
"They got lucky."
Tony shook his head with a chuckle and pressed his cheek to her hair, closing his eyes and holding her for a moment. He had a lot to do…a lot of puzzle pieces to put together and a lot of people for Iron Man to take down. And he needed to make sure no one else thought to go after Penny to get to him. But for the moment, he just wanted to hold his kid. So he did, and when Rhodey and Pepper arrived, they had both fallen asleep.
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I’m so annoyed by this J-vorce and Jared and Jensen are avoiding each other crap. Even if they were purposely not doing the same European cons as each other by choice (besides JIB), and not because they cost too much to book together, it still wouldn’t point to them not being friends or disliking each other. They are still actors and wanting to be the main focus of a con (without sharing the spotlight) isn’t exactly a crime or indication of a falling out. It’s business, especially when they haven’t actually started in anything together in three years now. Also, as you’ve pointed out in your posts, they are still doing plenty of cons together, as in almost all North American ones and JIB. And they still do both gold and the main panel together with CE. They don’t have to do that if they don’t want to. The Vampire Diaries bros only do a shared Gold Panel from what I’ve seen. J2 could demand that if they really wanted to.
You also pointed out that we can’t actually tell the state of their relationship based off of just public appearances or cherry-picking things they’ve said. I totally agree with this. But, if how they appear in public counts for anything, I can say they still get along really well in person based on how they acted while doing photo ops together (in between pics, not counting poses that have been requested) as they were in super good moods in Charlotte last weekend when together. I also had their joint Meet & Greet, and while I can’t talk about what they said, I can confirm that they appeared very comfortable with each other and got carried away with reminiscing about joint experiences. I know they are actors, but even in the more "private" setting there was no stilted interaction or awkwardness, and it’s not like we’ve never seen either guy come across slightly awkward with another actor during a panel.
Honestly, even if their friendship has changed, I still enjoy seeing J2 together and I really don’t get a vibe of dislike between them at all, so unless one of them says otherwise, I’m just going to assume they are still friends while also being grown-ups who have busy separate lives. I barely see my own friends because of work any family commitments and we aren’t even actors.
You're absolutely right and clearly too sensible to be in this fandom. Quite honestly, my expectation (well before prequelgate) was that they'd probably make more of a point of promoting themselves and their new projects separately than they actually have done. Because while it looks good to still have friendly relationships with former coworkers, being seen as one half of J2 isn't exactly the most sensible way to promote themselves anymore.
The people who are so obsessed with the idea of them doing literally ANYTHING separately being A Very Important Clue about the state of their relationship that should get super extra special weight because because?
They KNOW their fave!J must hate the other guy now, because they really really desperately want it to be so. They just have to find the right proof, and everyone will have to admit how superior they are for seeing The Truth before everybody else!
Which should sound very familiar, because it's just
They KNOW their ship is real, because they really really desperately want it to be so. They just have to find the right proof, and everyone will have to admit how superior they are for seeing The Truth before everybody else!
wearing a new hat. New day, same old secret decoder rings and fandom is a competition bullshit.
I agree with you, I haven't seen any kind of increased awkwardness in their interactions. Is that because their relationship hasn't significantly changed or because they're just that professional? I have my opinion, but I'm not sitting around breathlessly waiting for the next time they do/don't do a con together thinking surely this time will prove they really can/can't stand each other. Because ... FFS.
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circusfool · 20 days
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emergency commissions: getting kicked out (any help appreciated)
backstory for those who want it: (tw sx harassment/pedophilia(?)) my living situation is not good at all. my mother passed and i've lived with my sister (much older than me) and her husband for a while now. besides her transphobia towards me, my sister has always been a very angry, manipulative, and otherwise unstable person, my mother and grandmother faced it frequently as well. once i came out and told her that her about her husband speaking to me in a very sexual manor when i was 10-13 (he was in his 20s), things at home went downhill rapidly.
the other day she let me know she wants me gone by the end of the week, so in two days from now (03/07/24)
CA: $uluvrory ❣️ VENMO: circusfool ❣️ msg about paypal / zelle
thankfully i have a place to stay, a very bad one, but its a home. i'll be staying with a previously homeless friend in a house with many strangers. uncomfortable, but a roof isn't the issue
besides my phone bill, food, care items, and the like, i don't have a vehicle so i have to uber to work daily AND my phone is slowly beginning to stop working. my work has also randomly dropped the hours of a lot of people, including me. i've been getting about 12-18 hours per week, and this isn't nearly enough to cover all that.
commission info/prices below
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my art style isn't the most consistent, apologies
i'll only be advertising painted busts/shoulder ups, since thats what im most comfortable with at the moment! if you want a half body, message me! i'll almost surely be down :)
the shoulder ups will be $25, (may change this) though because of my situation, beggars cant be choosers and i'm totally more than willing to negotiate prices!
any help is appreciated, really. even if its just enough to get some snacks, y'know?
when commissioning please have photo references ready!! a brief description of the character's personality would help greatly if you don't have a specific pose/expression/plan in mind!
i will do: (legal) nsfw and nudity, blood (not gore sry!), human characters, original characters, fanart, real people (not my usual, but i can attempt!), darker subjects
i wont do: illegal nsfw, gore, furry/anthro/feral characters, older characters (still learning!), anything hateful (but that's a given i hope)
thank you so much for reading! shares appreciated even if you cant help! <3
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lou-struck · 2 years
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Photo Op
Izuku Midoriya x reader
~Izuku just has to get a picture with his Idol, even if it's a cheap imitation.
This is another installment for my 300 followers event which you could find HERE.
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'Wait!, Izuku,' you call speed walking after the mop of fluffy green hair carefully making his way through the crowd. His muscular frame trying not to trample over any other Pakgoers. "Where are you going?"
Seeing that your shouts are in vain. Once there is enough space to run without obstacles you take off, finally catching up to the pro hero and grabbing his scarred hand with both of yours.
His Emerald orbs find your face as he realizes that you were not following close behind him on his little excursion. Just as he is about to speak you double over in an attempt to catch your breath and hold out one finger to signal his silence.
Once the air has returned to your lungs you stand up straight. “Why did you run off on me?”
His freckled cheeks turn pink as he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. “I uhhh” He starts before the rest of his sentence turns into embarrassed murmurs.
'What was that Zuku?' You tease leaning playfully toward him.
'I wanted to see All Might? 
'All Might?' you ask shifting your weight to your other foot. "I don't think All Might is here, Isn't he teaching Today?"
"Not that All Might," he laughs shaking his head and pointing to a  man in a cheesy costume that vaguely resembles the former Number One Pro Hero.
Understanding immediately that the inner fanboy is breaking free from the Pro Hero’s shell
You start to laugh at the sight of the costume. "Well, that almost looks like him."
"Can we get a picture with him then?" he says eagerly looking down at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster.
"Yeah sure!" you say smiling down at him.
He happily takes your hand and leads you to the back of the line where the  Costumed cast member is taking pictures with some kids. The funny thing is your boyfriend is more excited to meet the hero than the kids seem to be. Especially since he keeps attracting stares from the others in the crowd.
A little girl tugs on her mother's sleeve and points up at your boyfriend in an excited whisper "Mama, that's Deku."
Her mother glances over at the two of you before affectionately looking back at her child. "Dear, just because he has green hair doesn't mean he's Deku. Besides, he already has loads of pictures with the rea~ with All Might why would he wait in this long line." She kisses her daughter on the forehead and continues on her way.
You can't help but let out a deep snort at the conversation. Izuku's face turns a deep red in embarrassment, what the woman said was the truth, he does have countless photos with the real All Might
The next couple of minutes is filled with the near rhythmic shuttering of cameras as the line whittles down. Finally, you make it to the front of the line. Up close the All Might costume looks even cheesier.  The muscles inside of the suit seem to be filled with lopsided stuffing and the wig is a hideously dyed dandelion color. Everything looks wring but your boyfriend's eyes sparkle nonetheless.
After posing for a few pictures the staff member who was taking the pictures hands you the camera and nods towards the exit.
"Thank you so much All Might," Your boyfriend says happily giving the man a tight hug. 
He's initially weirded out by the fanboyish actions but he shrugs it off with an imitated smile. "it was my pleasure good citizen."
As you walk away he looks at the photos with a pout "He always calls me Young Midoriya,"
You toss your head back in laughter, “How would he know that Zuku?”
“Because he's All Might,” he mumbles looking back at the picture. 
With a smile, you snatch it from his hands and he looks up in confusion. “What are you doing with that?”
“I’m just gonna snap a picture of this and send it to the real All Might.”
You wouldn't" he says
"You wanna bet?" you say waving the photograph mockingingly in the air as he grabs for it. "You'll have to catch me first."
With that, the two of you run off together through the park.
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