#or hire a hairdresser who knows what she's doing

[sanzaibian]

Life is really unjust.

My name is Killian Ndiaye, and I’m intimately acquainted with its bad side. My father died while I was young, leaving me to be raised along with my younger sisters by only my ma. We weren’t rich by any means, so it meant that my ma made ridiculous hours at her job, and that us, when old enough, had to pitch in with part-time jobs.

Thankfully, I was quite an intelligent kid, and still managed to have quite good grades. However, that didn’t mean that school life was easier, as I was always labeled as the “poor nerd” in class, wearing the few simple clothes I owned and sporting the buzzcut my ma cut for me. As she always said, others just cared more about looks than about life.

However, this was not the last of my struggles, quite the countrary as it turned out that I wasn’t the cis straight man I was supposed to become. High school was formative in that sense, as it’s in there that I noticed that I wasn’t into girls like the other guys my age were, and like ma expected me to be.

I… had a very hard time admitting that I was gay. Ma always told me that those “queers” didn’t know what life was like, and that they were just living carelessly, wasting their parent’s efforts… I didn’t want to wast my ma’s efforts, as I love her, yet I couldn’t hide from the truth. I’m gay, and that’s just it.

I vainly thought that I just needed not to be like “those gays”, those who live in the hairdresser’s, the clothing store and the clubs, looking all like fairies, and that everything was going to be alright. How shameful it was when, at 17, I started questioning my gender, so disconnected I feel to masculinity and other men’s experiences, and so uncomfortable I am with the facial hair that just won’t stop growing…

I thought that if I just suppressed it, if I was just the most “normal” I could be, then everything was going to be alright. That perhaps, I just needed to alleviate a bit my dysphoria, and everything was going to be alright.

However, my ma is a very observant person. As I was approaching majority, she started to make comments about a girlfriend, and about me stubbornly shaving my face. I just dismissed those questions, still foolishly hoping that everything would end well.

When I was 18, she asked me whether I was gay. I couldn’t lie to my ma.

And we arrive to now, a few years later. My ma “didn’t want a fairy in her house”, so I stayed with a few friends. But when they went to college and I couldn’t, I was left to fend for myself alone. Now, I live in the streets, and spend my time alternating between finding part-time work and begging in the city. I do it whenever I need to go somewhere, and though I don’t do anything illegal – I even spend some of my meager funds on a transports card – it absolutely does not mean that I’m suddenly well-liked.

Few are those who spare any money. And on top of that, because I’m a black man, I hear plenty of racist comments. As if they thought I didn’t hear them asking me to “return to my country”, even though I’m already there…

And the most depressing fact of this all is, because I can’t really shave anymore, my dysphoria is going through the roof. My life is hell, but I keep at it in the vain hope that I’ll be able to climb back to a respectable life.

However, today was especially terrible. I had found an interesting job of installing the equipment for a big concert, and actually ventured quite far from the center of the city to go to the big theater. When I arrived there, they told me that they weren’t looking for anyone, they had all the help they needed. Dejected, I left, but as I was leaving, another young guy entered. I hang out a bit to hear what was going on, and I heard that he was hired for the temporary job. I guess they thought I would steal from them or something…

It’s so unfair ! I love music, and at school always wanted to do something that had a link to it ! I was so hyped to work in this job ! I thought that if I worked hard enough, people would even notice me and my good knowledge of the equipment, and would consider me as a good partner for further work ! But, as ever, all those dreams were, once again, cut short…

On the way back, I started begging, but as I reached the back of the first bus, I saw what looked like a man in a dress, wearing makeup and nail polish, being harassed by an older-looking woman.

“(…) and any sensible person ! How do you expect me to do nothing while a pervert is preparing to go to women’s bathrooms and assault girls ? You should be ashamed of endangering others !

- Miss... please stop… I swear I won’t do anything bad…” The person in a dress said, clearly on the brink of tears.

- And how can I trust you ? I know you snakes, you’re just saying this to then go and continue your business unharmed !”

As she was about to continue harassing that person, I decided I needed to step in. I want there to be justice at least somewhere, even if it can’t be in my life. I step between her and the person in a dress, and ask calmly :

“Miss, please stop. They are clearly really hurt by your comments, and everybody around us is uncomfortable with this display.” I say, as I watch everyone else looking away, as if nothing’s happening. Courage shines ever so hard…

- Oh, now a beggar is coming ? You should go back to your country or find a goddamn job rather than profiting off of our hard work !” She said, clutching her designer bag, as if I was going to steal it.

- Miss, these comments are really racist. Please stop.” I stay, choosing to remain calm and composed.

- What, can’t I say what things are ? That’s really all the wokist’s fault, nowadays we can’t say anything, we have to walk on eggshells at all times ! I’m not racist, but if you want racism to stop, you have to stop overreacting at everything !”

She looks at me with a smug look, as I’m about to lose it. I can’t answer anything, because, unfortunately, one can’t argue out of nonsense ! Especially someone like me who’s not trained in rhetoric – I had part-time jobs at the time !

… at least, I can shield that person with a dress from further harassment. I look behind, and see them smiling to me, thankful for my help. If I can help at least one person, I’ll be happy.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder rings in my ears.

No one seems to be bothered by it, save for the old woman who seems to be just as uncomfortable as I am. I turn to see the person I was protecting, however their eyes glow an unnatural color… What’s-

Before I can even try and understand what’s happening, a headache strikes, and I instinctively put my hand on my face. Fuck, I hope I haven’t gotten a cold or something, medication is hard to come by…

As I’m holding my face, a few fingers make their way in my beard (ugh). But suddenly, I feel it shifting. Intrigued, I touch my beard more thoroughly, and feel the hairs receding, growing smaller and smaller, until they finally come back under my skin.

How did that happen ? I mean, I like not having a beard, but still, it’s not normal… I look in front of me and it seems that the woman is losing wrinkles. What’s happening !

The bus stops. Quite a few people leave. Why was I here ? … yes, I had to do something with the people on it… was it work ? I don’t quite remember…

However, as I look around me, I suddenly notice that the people who looked away previously looked a little bigger. As if they were… bulking up ? As I notice that, I feel pain on my body. When I look down, it seems that my undernourished body looks more healthy… No, not just healthy, it looks… muscular ? I’m… inflating, somehow ?

The bus starts again, yet this time, its course seems smoother… I look in front of me and notice that the old – now young – woman’s hair is now tied up in a bun. Almost instinctively, I take my hand to my hair, and feel it moving.

What was a short messy afro is growing, however, something even weirder happens. As it grows, I feel strands joining, growing into large spirals. It’s no longer a sponge-like mass, it’s more like… coils ? My hand presses less and less. I need to be careful about my hair, I don’t want to have to go to the hairdresser again !

I stop myself at my thoughts. Hairdresser ? They’re a waste of time ! Only those who don’t care about life – or don’t have to care about life – go to those and try to look good. Yet… it feels good. No, actually, it feels... right…

Like, it’s right to want to look good ? I mean, look at me, I have muscles, I have good hair, I look good ! Suddenly, I feel my t-shirt straightening and softening. I look down as its color drains, and it splits in the middle. I smirk, and as the collar hardens and folds, I open it the shirt up to the middle of my chest, right as buttons materialize.

The woman in front of me, now sporting a much more formal costume, sighs and gives me a black jacket. I take it and put it on expertly on top of my dress shirt, fitting it right down to the belt holding my dark jeans. She then sits on one of the seats, more in the front of the bus.

She really looks stylish, as one should… after all, fashion is the be-all and end-all ! One of the other passengers comes to me, quite a muscular guy dressed in a black suit, and starts putting makeup on me. I close my eyes as foundation, concealer, mascara, and tattoos are put on my face and body. I can do it all myself, but having a professional do it is always better. That’s why I always go around accompanied.

I suddenly open my eyes. What the hell is happening ! I don’t have a tattoo ! I don’t do makeup ! Hair and clothes suffice ! ...

I scratch my shaved sides, until I reach my earrings. Yeah, it suffices… good hair, good clothes, good makeup and good accessories… it suffices…

“Are you good, Mx. Ndiaye ?” The makeup artist asks me.

- Yes, don’t worry, I’m good.” I say, with a deep yet feminine voice. It seems wrong somehow…

- Do you want to see the results ?

- Of fucking course !”

The makeup artist grabs a pocket mirror and holds it to me.

Oh yeah, I’m so fucking gender ! Plus my necklaces oozes fanciness. Like, it makes me look so fucking rich !

I look around me. The vehicle somehow seems more… cramped, even though at the same time it seems more spacious, with its large seats. My head hurts, it really feels like something is wrong…

Suddenly, the limousine stops. Annoyed, I shout to the chauffeur :

“Magdalena ! Why the hell are you stopping ? We’re not at the villa yet !”

The chauffeur looks back. Wasn’t she an old grumpy woman just now ? She looks so young and has such fancy clothes, even though it’s quite clear that she isn’t from high society.

Ugh, my head really hurts...

“I’m sorry, Mx. Ndiaye, we have new guests to pick up at your request.”

I look around and see that person with a dress leaving. Suddenly, it all comes back as a flash of light. I’m not supposed to be an ultra-rich person, I don’t need all of these fancy clothes and accessories ! … I’M SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE STREETS !

That person, as if they were reading in my mind, answers in a rich and deep yet slightly unsettling feminine voice :

“You have the gratitude of the calamities, Mx. Ndiaye. Accept this… gift.” They say, smiling as they get out, followed by the makeup artist and one of my two personal guards – the other staying at the front of the vehicle.

Suddenly, it’s as if a fog descends on my mind. Like, what was I thinking about ? Oh, yeah, I was thinking about my next song that I’ll film in the villa ! Ugh, it’s so annoying that my agent asks me to pump out banger after banger like, I have all the money in the world… but I guess it’s alright to work a little. This way, I get famous and get laid, and that’s the only thing that really matters.

As I’m about to shout on the chauffeur to ask why she’s not turning the limousine back on, two guys, a cute twink and hot hunk, climb aboard. I lick my lips. It’s gonna be a great night.

“So, guys,” I say, letting them take place in my arms at my right and my left. “have you heard of my new song that’s gonna come out ? If you’re good enough, I might even let you in in the filming for the clip…”

And the limousine sets off.

The sun comes to my eyes, and I wake up in a giant luxurious queen bed, with my two conquests sleeping tight at my left and my right.

I smile as I get up, naked. Yesterday’s clothes were flung in all directions, and as I approach them, I see they’re all crumpled. I chuckle. We had a ton of fun last night… Besides, Magdalena’s gonna be the one to pick that all up.

I take from the closet a nice pair of white pants and a white shirt, and put them on quickly. I go to the balcony, and look at the view.

Life is really unjust.

I get to live the perfect life, while others are left to pick up the remaining pieces.

But when you’re on its good side,

Life is fucking lit.

#male transformation #male tf #nonbinary transformation #nonbinary tf #nerd to jock #nerd to himbo #jock tf #himbo tf #douche tf #dumber tf #mental change #reality change #transformation #tf story

[wavypotatochips]

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘵 | 𝘕𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘑𝘳 [ENEMIES TO LOVERS SORT OF VIBE]   SUGGESTIVE MINORS DNI

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4.4k

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You have been hired as a model to appear in a promotional photo session for a lingerie company. You don't find out who your companion is until you arrive at the shoot and encounter Neymar, a boy you despise as he once played with your heart.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦:  I have been working on this in-between request and it is finally completed c': I Love writing about Neymar so its no surprise all of the NeyNey imagines I've written are so long LOL. MORE NEYMAR JR RECOGNITION RAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Song that inspired this : You Know You Like It by DJ Snake, AlunaGeorge

[TRANSLATOR IS USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY BE WRONG]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Your hands are firmly holding the cup of coffee as you lean against the kitchen counter. Taking a short sip, you pay attention to Riley, your manager, as she speaks. "The next shoot will begin in around two hours. Together with another male model, you'll be modeling for a company named Super Dry. The company is seeking a sexual-romantic mood, therefore you two will be very close. While Olivia and Justin work on you, I'll head out to grab everyone Chinese," she says, looking down at her wristwatch. You think to yourself- Ugh, I hate late shoots so much.. Why the hell would they want to start a shoot at 10pm?  "Wait- Do you know who my partner will be?" you ask. "Not yet," she shrugs. 

"Y/N we are ready," Olivia calls out from a room down the hall. You hurriedly drink the remaining coffee since you will need it. “Coming!” You enter the room and immediately sit down in the chair as the process of getting ready begins. When Justin, your hairdresser, starts with your hair, Olivia, your makeup artist, starts with your face. Although they aim to achieve a "natural look," getting dressed shouldn't take too long considering this is just an undergarment shot. Justin starts to say, "Y/N, you are lucky I love you so much because it is past my bedtime,” he sprays some water on your hair to make it easier to brush. You reply, "Your bedtime is 8 o'clock," while laughing. He says, "Of course," and nods. “How else am I supposed to look this handsome?” 

Olivia glares at him and points the makeup brush towards his direction, saying, "By not getting her to talk! I'm making her foundation appear nonexistent at the moment so I need her to remain still,” She then looks down at you and winks, “ Your face will resemble a baby's butt in smoothness once I'm finished.” "Are you saying my child doesn't have a smooth face?" Justin gasps. She threatens him with the brush, making him jump. You laugh at the sight of the two of them bickering, which makes Olivia glare at you as well. You hurriedly close your eyes and stop laughing so she can go on. She murmurs, "That's what I thought." and goes on. You love your team, and the fact that you're all best friends just makes it better. A model will undoubtedly be friends with her crew, with whom she spends all of her time, but you guys are unique in that you have known each other since your first year of college. You are all the same age as you were born in the same year. 

Your desire of becoming a model was something you always had as a child, and in your second year of college, it finally came true in the most unexpected way. You offered to walk the runway in the fashion show that your college was presenting for students majoring in fashion design. A day after the runway show, your phone was flooded with notifications, and you were collecting dozens of followers by the minute. It turns out that some of the footage that students in the crowd recorded of you went viral. And after a week, you received calls from a lot of modeling agencies. You decide to sign up with one of the modeling agencies, but you only agreed to a 3-year contract because you thought it would be sufficient time for you to truly establish your reputation. And boy, did it work even though it was a long shot. As the contract expired, you made the decision that it would be best to start freelancing so you wouldn't have to worry about any hidden agendas. Fast forward to the present, and everything is still going great. And throughout the process you were able to hire your best friends, who have supported you through everything. 

Riley is delivering what she promised—food for everyone—while you are getting your hair done. As you entered the room to get ready, Riley placed an internet order because she knew what everyone would want and is now currently en route to pick it up. Her phone begins to ring as she enters the restaurant,

 “Hello, this is Riley speaking.”

“Hey Riley, it's Clark the photographer for SuperDry! I just wanted to call you to let you know that we changed the room where the shoot will be held, it will be on floor 50 room 202 instead of 48 room 102.” She makes a mental note of the new information.

“Okay thank you… Also, is there any word who the male model will be? Y/N was wondering.” She asks as she takes a seat close to the pickup area.

“Oh yeah! The male model will be Neymar Jr, you know him right?” Her mouth fell open at the sound of his name, and she silently vowed that you are going to kill her. 

She chuckles softly and says, "Well, of course! I'll let Y/N know about this. We will see you later.” She says goodbye and hangs up the phone after that.

There is a very tangled history between you and Neymar Jr., but only in secret. Of course, your closest friends Olivia, Justin, and Riley are the only ones who are aware of what transpired between you two. Until you learned through the paparazzi that Neymar was making out with another female, you and Neymar had been in the "talking stage" for approximately a month and had even discussed starting a relationship. Even though this incident occurred more than five years ago, it still lingers in your memory. You wouldn't describe your feelings as heartbroken; rather, you would describe them as disappointed that the rumors about his reputation as a "playboy" were accurate. Riley debates whether or not to be honest with you because she knows that if you find out who you will be with, you will decline going to the photoshoot, however she also knows that this partnership will be a great benefit to your career. "Riley, pick-up order!" She is pulled from her thoughts by the worker's call. She approaches, smiles and says "thanks" to the employee before hurriedly leaving the restaurant with the food bags in hand.  Y/N please forgive me for what i'm about to do, she thinks to herself.

"All right, that's finished." As you turn to face the mirror, Olivia says, turning the chair. Your hair was naturally down, but the materials he used to style it gave it a "wet" appearance. "Thanks guys, what would I do without you," you say with a smile. Riley's voice can be heard saying, "Foods here!" just as Justin was about to speak. “Ooooooo food!” Justin quickly exits the room, you and Olivia trailing behind him. Riley places the plastic bag on the kitchen counter as the three of you are moving down the hallway. "Y/N I got you veggie lo mein so you can have something light in your stomach, Justin sesame chicken with white rice, Olivia orange chicken with white rice.” Riley hands you your food with a set of chopsticks while Justin and Olivia eagerly take theirs. You thank her and take a seat.Everyone settles down and eats together like a big happy family, chit-chatting here and there until the moment comes when you and Riley have to depart. "You two can stay the night here if you don't want to go home," you tell Oliva and Justin because you don't want them driving home late. They both shake their heads, ”Dont worry about us Y/N, Justin and I don't live too far from here. We will text you when we make it home.” Olivia says as everyone starts gathering their belongings so that you can all depart together. Olivia and Justin merely need to take their personal items and leftover meals as your studio area is where you always get ready. They don't need to grab any of their makeup or hair products. "Just remember to put on additional lip gloss before the shot because it just brings everything together," Olivia advises as everyone walks out of your condo. Indeed, I definitely won't forget. While you lock the door with your other hand, you show her the lipgloss to indicate that you still have it. Together, you all descend the stairs, say your goodbyes, and split ways. You get into Riley's car and she drives to the location of the photoshoot. While you scroll through Instagram on your phone, you ask, "So, did they tell you who I am shooting with?". “Apparently it is going to be a surprise,” she casually says. As you stare out the window, you nod your head without giving it much thought. After a short while of traveling, you arrive at your destination and find a parking space in the garage. You two exit the vehicle and enter the building, Riley leading the way as she's aware of the location of the appropriate floor and room. 

Riley curses silently as she walks down the corridor, looking at her phone. You ask, "Everything okay?," as she sighs. "I forgot to deliver my mom a cake I picked up for her earlier today and she needs it by tomorrow morning for a fundraiser event," "I'll just wake up at 4am to bring it," she says while running her hand through her hair. "4 a.m.?" you ask, shaking your head. “I don’t have any issue with you bringing it to her now… I can handle the shoot by myself, I'm a big girl.”  Also, don't worry about how I'm going to get home- I got it.” She casts a worried glance your way as the two of you approach the door because she's unsure of what you meant by your words. “Just call me when you are done and I can send over a driver.” She hugs you tightly, which you happily return. You tease her, "Sure Mom," and she laughs. You take your lip gloss out of your pocket and spread a layer of it on your lips as she turns to leave. You then knock on the door, only to have someone answer a minute later."Welcome, Y/N! You're as stunning as ever!" You assume that the man speaking is the photographer because he is holding a camera. Currently, the moonlight is perfect, so if you don't mind rapidly changing, that'll be fantastic. "Percilla takes her to the changing room to change," he says, snapping his fingers. He quickly vanishes, leaving you perplexed as you enter the condo. Several models are roaming around, and every few minutes, you can see the flashing lights of a camera snapping pictures. You had expected to have the place to yourself for your photo session, but it appears to be much more crowded than you had anticipated.

"Follow me," a girl says as she rushes to your side. You follow her and when strolling by, you notice that the majority of the staff are packing up their equipment. You figured that the models you saw must have been their final shoot of the day. The young woman motions for you to enter as she opens what appears to be a guest bedroom. A lingerie robe and undergarments are spread out on top of the bed. “The red set will be used for the photos first, followed by the gray and the black. As your manager has most likely informed you, we are seeking for a romantic attraction, therefore your bodies will be intimate. We also apologize for the noise and crowdedness of the living room when you first walked in as we fell a bit behind schedule with our shots, but most of the employees are currently packing up their belongings to go home. The master bedroom, which is the room next to his one, will be the location of the first shot.” Before she shuts the door, she says, "Go to that room after you're changed.” After seeing the door close, you let out a small breath, “Alright, let's get this show on the road.” Of course you love your modeling job, but what no one tells you is that modeling is all theatrical. Right now, for example, you have to act as if you are in a loving relationship with some random person. Maybe you should give acting a try next. You take off your clothing and put on the matching crimson red push-up bra and thong on. You then put on the lingerie robe, which is a see-through, sheer gown with a red feather on the lining to give it a more seductive appearance. "Damn I look nice," you say as you spin around a little in the mirror and take a look at yourself.

Then, as directed, you exit the bedroom and enter the room to the right. You enter the room with confidence. You recognize the photographer who previously answered the door for you, and you hear him yell, "Y/N!" as he approaches you. "We are so happy to have you here! I am deeply sorry about not being able to properly greet myself earlier,” He extends his hand for you to shake, "My name is Maxwell, and I am the head photographer for Super Dry Corporation." You shake his hand and give him your iconic smile, you say, "No worries! I am aware that things happen in life. Nice to formally meet you!” He responds, “Thank you so much for understanding. Now let's get started shall we?” As he approaches the bed, he gestures with his arm, "We can perform your solo shoot now while your partner changes so he can match you. We have already finished the male solo shoots." You climb to the top of the king-sized bed, its white silk sheets remarkably different from what you are wearing. As more moonlight enters the room through the balcony doors, you see Maxwell move over to his studio light and turn it to low so that the light reflecting off of you appears more natural. Right now, there is only you and Maxwell in the room.  “Alright, baby show me something sexy!” He leans slightly over you while standing on a short stool step, bringing the camera up to his eye to achieve a bird's eye perspective. You start slowly removing your robe while hearing the camera click. When the robe is open, you slowly bend your knee up while biting your lower lip and staring straight at the camera. “Perfect!,” Maxwell says, hyping you up. Laying there, you continue to strike various stances until rising to your knees and closing your eyes while running your hands through your hair. This would have been extremely uncomfortable for you if you weren't a model, but fortunately, this isn't your first time in this situation. Once some more time has passed, Maxwell takes the camera off his face, gets off the stool, and browses the pictures he has taken. “These shots are golden… we are definitely ready for Neymar now…” As soon as you heard him say Neymar's name, the smile that had been on your face instantly turned into confusion.  What name did he say? I hope I heard him wrong, you think to yourself. On cue, the woman who had earlier taken you to your room enters holding a box, followed by Neymar, who is just wearing a pair of red boxers.

Oh, youve got to be kidding me.

Neymar was engaging with her at the time and was not paying attention to you. He winks at her, and you cringe as you see her blush and smile. “Neymar you're just in time! I'm ready for you and Y/N to get some close ups.” Until your name is spoken, he doesn't even turn to look at Maxwell. For a split second, he fixes his gaze on Maxwell before turning to face you. His eyes briefly open when he recognizes your face, but as soon as he notices what you are wearing, his eyes quickly narrow and his lips curl into a smirk. Neymar had no idea you were going to be his shooting partner, but he can't say he's upset about it. Even though the two of you had a history, Neymar feels like you were the best partner he's ever had. Personality-wise and sexually-wise. The conclusion that you didn't like him was obvious given that you blocked him from all of your social media accounts. But, the fact that you were there gave him the opportunity to irritate you, and oh, did that idea thrill him. As you get up from the bed and start to move towards Neymar, you give him a fake smile. “Nice to meet you, Neymar.” You reach out your hand as if this is your first time meeting. Neymar participates in the act by reaching out to grab your hand and saying, "The pleasure is all mine, bonita (pretty)," as he elevates your hand to kiss the back of your palm.

You continue to smile at Neymar before turning your gaze to the girl walking over to Maxwell, both of them starting to talk about something. As you see they are not observing you two, you quickly yank your hand away from him and rub your hand against the robe to wipe away his germs. "I'd rather not feel the lips of someone who has kissed millions of people," you say in distaste. He replies, "But you were one of those millions of individuals, so what's the problem," with a slight chuckle. You mumble angrily, "Shut up, I don't even want to talk to you," and then stare at him, "We don't know one other. Play along.” "But my love, how can I forget how those lips felt around me?" he asks, gazing down at your lips. The steam pouring from your head would be visible in a cartoon version of this situation. Before you can react, Maxwell starts to approach you both and says, “Alright now that you two have been able to chat for a little bit- let's continue on shall we?” "Ladies first," Neymar says, winking at you. Seeing how phony your smile was toward him, he couldn't help but smile. You smile, "Oh such a gentleman," and turn to walk to the balcony. While walking, you could feel Neymar's eyes on your rear, so you move one hand behind your back and stick up your middle finger. 

Let the games begin, Neymar thinks to himself.

You and Neymar begin with straightforward poses while switching between several hues of the garments you were to market for the brand. Ney is first asked to sit on the edge of the bed by the photographer, who then instructs you to stand in front of him with one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching for the camera. Neymar gently places his hands on your waist as you two exchange confident looks. The photographer then instructs you both to lie down on the bed side by side with your knees crossed at the ankles and your heads supported by your hands. Ney comes out to shake your hand, and you do so while giving him a loving and secure expression. Of course you snuck in a few looks of displeasure here and there, and Neymar never took his smug expression off his face. 

The photographer also wanted pictures from the balcony. You are currently dressed in black underwear with a lace garter, and you can almost feel Neymar's eyes fixated on you.

The photographer instructs you to strike a pose outside on the balcony, with the lovely night sky and city lights behind you. You start with a basic standing pose, with one foot slightly in front of the other, and your arms resting gently at your sides.

Neymar approaches and stands behind you, and the photographer instructs you both to turn towards each other, one hand on your lower back and the other on Neymar's chest. Neymar grins down at you as you bite your lower lip. Neymar leans down to whisper in your ear as the camera starts to take pictures. You look at the camera and wink to make it seem like another natural pose so the photographer didn't speculate. “How could I not crave someone as gorgeous as you when you look at me like that?” You would be lying if you said you did not feel anything at that moment, and you hated that. You could feel your body temperature rising despite the minimal clothing you are wearing. As the photographer removes the camera from his eye to look at the pictures, you glare at Ney, “Can't you just be quiet?” Neymar's eyes are filled with amusement, “Can you make me?” As soon as you are about to respond, the photographer says, “Okay let's take a few more shots! I need you two to look seductive, you two can look at eachother or the camera.” He explains causing you to nod your head. It's time for you to trade roles because Neymar wants to tease you all the time. You push Neymar down so he can sit in the balcony chair and bend over so you're eye level with him, peering seductively into his eyes. You scan him up and down, almost as if you're examining him. Neymar's jaw tightens as he examines your body, his eyes now able to catch more of your cleavage. “Perfect Y/N!,” the photographer yells as shots are taken. Neymar smirks as he realizes what you are doing. He stands up and moves closer to you after a few more camera flashes. As you put your palm on his chest and fix your gaze on his green eyes, you are entranced by the scene in front of you. You couldn't help but feel aggravated by the situation you find yourself in right now. Only a few inches separate you two, which makes you heat up more. It's difficult to determine if you are burning up out of desire or just from the heat. You know the answer to that though.  You want him to give in and completely fill the space between you two. You want to caress his lips, stroke his hair with your palm, and breathe in his fragrance.

You feel tension between you and just want to give in. You do something you would never have imagined wanting to do again as the camera flashes, surprising not just Neymar but also the photographer. 

You kiss him.

Although surprised, Neymar gives you a kiss right away. As soon as you understand what you've done, you swiftly move away from him and ask, "Are we done for the night now?," behaving as if nothing had occurred. The photographer nods enthusiastically while gazing at his camera and enjoying the image he just captured. Who wouldn't, really? You recently received a picture of a notorious futebol player and a well-known model kissing while displaying your logo. Neymar is ready to speak, reaching out to hold your hand, but you hurriedly leave the balcony and enter the guest room you were in before the transformation.

Once you enter the room and lift your hands over your head, still in shock at what you just accomplished. Why on earth would you kiss someone so attractive? He is a jerk who messed with your heart in the past…….he has grown into  a very attractive jerk who is very kissable though. 

You grumble as you realize that your mind is tricking you and that you are not in control of the situation. You sigh and start to gather the clothes you were wearing when you arrived at the shoot. You hear a knock at the door as you are gathering your clothing. You don't give it much thought because you assume it is either the assistant or the photographer. You shout "Come in!" so they can hear you. You assume that the door is locked because no one enters the space after you said they could. When you have your clothes in your possession, you go to the door to open it, but the person behind it opens it before you get to the door. When Neymar emerges from the door, you give him a confused expression. e closes the door and moves towards you, "Neymar wha-," your sentence is cut short as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in for another kiss. As his tongue prods your mouth, he grunts against your lips. You want to feel his body heat against yours, so you pull him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck- dropping your clothes. Only the sounds of the two of you kissing each other and labored breathing can be heard. After pulling away, you ask him, "Why do you do this to me?" while panting heavily. Neymar licks his lips and quietly pant, ”Y/N. I want to get into contact with you again.” You continue gazing mesmerized into his eyes, unsure of how to respond, so you remain silent. “I'll think about it..” You mumble because you are unsure about the solution. Neymar gives you a lovely smile while starting to sing horribly knowing that Bad Bunny is your favorite artist, "As Bad Bunny said,

Contigo tengo que apretar  (I need to be careful with you)

Y en la calle ando suelto    (And in the streets I run free)

Pero por ti me quito          (But for you I stay in)

Si tú me lo pide'              (If you ask for it)

Yo me porto bonito            (I'll behave myself)”

"Sai do meu quarto, Neymar (Get out of my room, Neymar,)" you say, laughing at his ridiculous attempt to serenade you. "Would you unblock me so I don't have to constantly check your profiles from my private account?," he asks, causing your eyebrows to raise, "What?" 

"Nothing just unblock me Bonita (Beautiful), ," he says, smiling and waving as he walks out of the room.

You sigh as you see him leave the room. You can't let yourself be caught in his trap once more. You can't believe he even got you to laugh and that you kissed him twice tonight. You start mentally reciting a list of 100 reasons why you should despise him in order to avoid unblocking him and maintain your distance.

Later that night, you eventually unblocked him.

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[jae-bummer]

Good Hair Day

Request: For your request prompts, would you please do a Soulmate AU with Hoshi from Seventeen? I don’t find very many fluffy, happy Hoshi stories. That man has such beautiful eyes and I LOVE when he has plushy cheeks! It makes me want to give him a kiss and a cuddle. I was also very impressed with his humble attitude and manners when he was on Suga’s Suchwita episode. Sorry for rambling and thanks in advance. 😋

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

If you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair color changes as well.

Pairing: Seventeen Hoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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It was only 6 AM when Hoshi was forced to roll out of bed for his schedule. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he eased himself from his warm blankets and made his way toward the bathroom.

"Nice hair," Coups laughed, emerging into the hallway at the same time Hoshi stepped from his room.

Headed in the opposite direction, Hoshi stumbled into the older member and grumbled a sleepy "shut up."

So what if his morning hair was a nightmare? That was the case for almost every single one of the guys in this group (Seungcheol included). All he had to do was throw on a hoodie and patiently wait for his turn in the stylist's chair.

Shouldering his way into the bathroom, Hoshi stood before the sink and groaned.

Not again.

Blinking hazily at his own reflection, he plopped his forehead against the cool surface. Out of all days, why did his soulmate pick TODAY to go cotton candy pink?

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"Seize the day!" you cackled, smoothing on another layer of hair dye.

"You are unhinged," your best friend, Ash, laughed from her spot on the toilet lid. "And I kind of like it."

"This person," you continued slowly. "Has been dying their hair nearly every other month since I've known them."

"Well, you don't know them," Ash interrupted. "But go on."

"Oh, I know them alright," you muttered.

For what had been the better part of the last ten years, your hair color had changed as often as the weather. You were responsible for approximately two of those changes, and they were both out of necessity. Job interviews were a mandatory life occasion, and your soulmate would have to get over having brown hair for a few months. Mint green would not be getting either of you hired anytime soon.

Which made you wonder, what exactly did your soulmate do for a living? How did they get away with having such vibrant fashion colors in everyday life? Why did your soulmate seem to have the biggest commitment issues with something as simple as hair?

"I'm only giving them a taste of their own medicine," you sighed, finally setting down the tinting brush. Examining your work, you nodded in satisfaction. "Let's see how their boss reacts to this when they wake up tomorrow."

"Maybe they're a hairdresser?" Ash theorized as she watched your slow decent into madness. "Oooh, or maybe a clown for children's parties?"

"A clown?" you cringed. "I like your enthusiasm, but could we go for something more..."

"Aspirational?" she laughed. "Sure, Y/N. Maybe they're a famous musician and after you meet them, you won't have to worry about anything besides ugly hair colors ever again."

"If they were famous, I would have clocked them by now," you grumbled. "I haven't seen Harry Styles walking around with fire engine red hair."

"You haven't seen Harry Styles walking around in general," Ash laughed. "Give yourself, and your soulmate, the benefit of the doubt."

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"I need an adult!" Hoshi screeched across the dorm. The sun had hardly risen, and he was already launching into panic mode. "Like an adultier adult! Someone who has a much better handle on adult life and adult problems!"

"It doesn't take much," Jeonghan croaked. Collapsing onto the couch, he rubbed at his eyes before glancing up at the pacing Hoshi. "Holy shit, have you ever seen the Trolls movie? Because your head-"

Hoshi stopped his pacing and pointed an accusatory finger at his member. "I am very sensitive right now. Choose your words carefully."

Jeonghan leveled a stare in his direction. "Fine. If I don't have something nice to say, I won't say anything at all."

"Well, we both know that's a lie," Hoshi muttered as he went back to pacing. "What do I do? How do I fix this?"

"Alright first, I need you to calm down," Jeonghan nodded. "Second, I'd like you to make me a cup of coffee."

Throwing a dirty look over his shoulder, Hoshi continued to stomp back and forth.

"Fine," Jeonghan groaned. "Get me my wallet."

"Why am I going to get your wallet?" Hoshi argued. "What is your wallet going to do for the disaster on my head? We have a shoot today and the concept is going to be ruined and it's going to be all my-"

"If you stopped to take a breath," Jeonghan interrupted. "I would tell you that I have a business card inside said wallet. On that business card is the information for a very talented hairdresser who takes hair emergencies very seriously."

Dropping to his knees, Hoshi clasped his hands together. "You are not the hero I deserve, but a hero nonetheless."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how the quote goes, and I'm mildly offended for some reason?" Jeonghan said, narrowing his eyes.

Already up and rummaging through Jeonghan's wallet, Hoshi yanked out the business card. "I owe you one."

"I'll take that one and use it for a coffee," Jeonghan nodded. "The hair can wait."

....

Strolling down the street, you felt a new sense of freedom wash over you. Your hair had been nearly every color under the rainbow (including the pink you were currently rocking) but nothing had ever felt as good as this. It wasn't as if you had something against your soulmate, it was quite the opposite. You were excited to meet them, whoever they were, but you also wanted them to be surprised by you for once.

Humming to yourself, you decided at the last minute to veer toward a cafe you spotted across the road. For such an adventurous new day, you deserved a little treat.

Just as you began to step off the sidewalk, someone walking in the opposite direction slammed into you.

"Hey!" you yelled, tumbling away from your assailant.

"Shit!" the stranger gasped, immediately leaning down to help you up from the sidewalk. "I was so distracted; I didn't see you coming. I'm so-"

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man who was now leaning over you. He was extremely handsome, albeit dressed oddly for the warm spring weather. He wore a black hoodie with the drawstrings pulled as tightly as possible around his angular face. You studied his features for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what was familiar about him.

As your eyes met, he paused and had suddenly gone still. No longer focused on helping you up, it looked as if his mind had gone somewhere a million miles away.

"Uh, hello?" you asked, waving your hand in front of his face. "Random stranger? Helping me off the ground? Did you glitch?"

"Your hair," he chirped. "When did you dye it?"

You could only blink in response as his question sank into you.

"Look man," you said, finally finding your voice. With a few grumbles, you pushed yourself to your feet again and stared down the man who was acting much too odd for your liking. "I'm not sure what your problem is, but-"

Wordlessly, he continued to stare at you as he pulled down the tightened hood of his jacket.

Pink. So pink.

"I'm Hoshi," he said dumbly, a nervous smile playing across his lips. "And I think I need to sit down because I might pass out."

After a short discussion verifying when you had actually dyed your hair and a longer discussion based around your hair history, it was pretty much confirmed. It had taken a decade, but you had finally found each other.

"I never thought this day would happen," you admitted. You felt lightheaded and damn near giddy. It didn't matter if the two of you looked like bright pink idiots in the middle of the street. You had each other now.

"Me either," Hoshi breathed with equal amounts of shock. Seeming to come a bit more to his senses, a little crease formed between his brows. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Uh," you croaked, looking up at him in dismay. You still didn't really know him and didn't necessarily like how open ended his question was.

Shaking his head as if to correct himself, he smiled. "To the hairdresser. Do you want to come with me to the hairdresser?"

"The pink just not doing it for you?" you grinned.

Reaching up, Hoshi tugged playfully at one of your strands. "While I like the color," he nodded. "Very much. Like so much-"

"You don't have to explain!" you laughed. "I get it."

"No really, I love it. If I could be this color pink for the rest of my life-"

"Hoshi," you laughed, placing your hand in the air between the two of you.

"Okay, I have a semi-important work thing today and I need black hair," he smiled sheepishly. "Would you...maybe want to come with me?"

You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. "Of course I would."

"Great! I mean, totally, yeah," Hoshi stumbled awkwardly. "It's only a few blocks away, if you don't mind."

Watching Hoshi be so pleasantly overwhelmed warmed something inside of you. Nodding confidently to himself, he slid his palm into yours and laced your fingers together. "I'm holding my soulmate's hand."

"As am I," you confirmed, trying to ignore the heat rising up your neck.

"And now I'm walking with my soulmate to change OUR hair," he grinned. Glancing at you from his periphery, you could tell how your happiness egged him on. "Did you catch that, Y/N? We're going together to change our hair."

"I caught it, Hoshi," you laughed.

"And we get to do this forever," he said quietly, chancing a look your way. "Isn't that the coolest?"

"I honestly could not think of anything cooler."

#kwon soonyoung #kwon soon young #hoshi #seventeen #svt #seventeen hoshi #svt hoshi #hoshi scenarios #hoshi soulmate au #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #hoshi fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt hoshi fanfic #svt hoshi soulmate

[venicemermaids]

Hi! Here's some stuff about a celebrity-themed AU I've been formulating in my head since last year. I'll probs post more later when I'm less sleep deprived :')) I do have major ideas though, so hope you like 'em!

☆ passione is a modelling agency/magazine ran entirely by diavolo. it's one of the most famous companies in the world, and also one of the more relaxed ones. technically diavolo's twin brother doppio and doppio's now wife donatella helped form it, but they all agreed it'd be easier for diavolo to head it. doppio works as a photographer there, while donatella is a model.

☆ the joestars are essentially the hilton family of this au. most people know their names because they're famous in their own fields outside of the family. for instance, jonathan is an archeologist, dio (who is now a biological joestar) is a lawyer/agent/manager, jotaro is a marine biologist with several documentaries under his belt, and so on.

☆ if the joestars are the hiltons, then the part 8 higashikatas are the kardashians. they have their own reality TV show chronicling their lives, known by all as keeping up with the higashikatas. some major specials were jobin and mitsuba's wedding, the twins' (rina and joshu) sweet sixteens and later daiya's, kaato being released from prison, and hato's explosive break-up with tamaki damo.

☆ elizabeth is still married to george ii/jorge joestar, and she has her own fashion house known as lisa lisa. working under her are caesar zeppeli and suzi q, who both have their own ideas on which direction the brand's image should go. their rival is kars and the other pillar men's own label. (unnamed as of right now)

☆ diego is jonathan and dio's younger stepbrother through his mother marrying their father when diego was a kid. diego had always been closer with jonathan, while he always had a tense relationship with dio. as an adult, diego is a professional driver and looks after his nephews; dio's own sons.

☆ jolyne has an underground band with ermes and f.f. called the stone frees! they perform at a grungy venue known as green dolphin, named for its famous neon green dolphin sign. outside of performing, they're usually seen hanging out in ermes' sister gloria's restaurant. they tend to give it free publicity where they can.

jolyne also goes by cujoh in an attempt to distance herself from her father, and to prevent herself from being accused of nepotism.

☆ johnny was a former movie star who quit performing after a major accident rendered him unable to walk. his father hired a physical therapist for him named gyro zeppeli, and barred him from any other visitors out of a sense of shame. however, johnny's older brother nicholas tends to allow guests to see him anyway when their father's away. johnny also keeps in contact with rina higashikata, but that's a secret!

☆ josuke (no relation to the part 8 higashikatas) is an aspiring hairdresser/celebrity stylist, and he often asks to practice on other people. he religiously reads the cinderella magazine for tips and ideas on what to do next and his idol is aya tsuji, who he dreams of working alongside someday.

☆ gappy is yoshikage and kei's younger brother. he's not technically a celebrity, but he often shows up on kuwth due to being childhood friends with joshu and rina. people often joke about him being their missing triplet, though he always denies it. he does see the higashikatas as a second family, however.

☆ giorno is a model under passione, which he joined beneath his father's nose at both diego and his best friend perla's suggestion. when dio found out, he demanded for giorno to allow him to be his agent due to his superior connection. refusing, giorno instead left to live with diego whilst bruno bucciarati became his agent instead. the two people who oversaw giorno's casting were man x (will be referred to as michel) and polpo.

☆ after giorno left, dio began to acknowledge his other three sons; donatello, ungalo, and rikiel. he began with taking custody of donatello, and pushed him into joining a modelling agency as well. he manufactured a rivalry between donatello and giorno, though giorno's more interested in saving all his brothers from their father's influence than anything.

☆ jodio and dragona are both popular on social media. dragona enjoys posting ootds, makeup tutorials, and storytimes, whilst jodio does (awful) skateboarding tricks and skits. sometimes he'll join dragona's storytimes and makeup tutorials, or they'll both do various challenges and skits together.

☆ more stuff to come later!

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jojo headcanons #jojo au #jjba au #celebrity au #jolyne cujoh #josuke higashikata #giorno giovanna #jodio joestar #dragona joestar #johnny joestar #gappy higashikata

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera Ch 6 - Safe

(Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

Scott’s fled for the skies. Estera needs to find someone’s inhaler. But what happens next?

Well. Some details follow.

My usual blend of fluff and “Yikes”…

Confession - this got a teeny bit dark in the last section. If you want to stop reading at the end of the fluffy bit (you’ll know it when you see it) then there is zero judgment from me. I even make myself go “Yikes” with that one…

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The authorities had called her a cab home, the hired coach having been sent away when all the parents arrived in person to collect their children. Although she had protested at the expense - surely there was a bus route somewhere nearby - she hadn’t had the energy to argue.

Thus she sat alone in the back seat trying to collect her thoughts. They resisted collection in a way that made cat herding look like a relaxing past time. So she fidgeted, putting on her cardigan then removing it again, retying her hair, rearranging the contents of her rucksack. Which she’d already done ten minutes before. She tried to force herself to calm down and turned to look out the window, her forehead meeting the glass with a surprisingly loud clunk.

“There’s a universal charging cable under the seat, Miss, and free WiFi if you’d like to use it.”

Of course there was. Couldn’t escape it these days. She didn’t want to appear rude so she smiled, thanked him and dutifully plugged in her battered mobile.

It flickered to life and within seconds several messages popped up… from her sister, a couple of friends, her elderly neighbour, even her hairdresser - clearly today’s events had hit the news. She drafted a quick reassurance, copied it to everyone and put the device down. She felt weirdly detached. It seemed strange that everyone was freaking out about her having been stuck in a cave when that had paled into utter insignificance compared to the shock she had experienced afterwards.

How could it be possible? He couldn’t have escaped, could he? If it hadn’t been for his reaction she’d have persuaded herself she was imagining things. But his reaction had been… compelling.

She picked up the phone again and opened a browser

‘International Rescue Scott’

An overwhelming plethora of photographs and articles and, wow ok, actual fan pages sprang up.

Most of the photos were distant, or amateur and blurry but his unmistakeable blue eyes shone out at her from the official ones - profile shots for International Rescue, some charity positions and… she gulped… he was the multi-billionaire CEO of one of the biggest companies on the planet. Even she knew of Tracy Industries - they were one of the good ones. A school in one of the more difficult neighbourhoods nearby had just had a complete IT infrastructure upgrade thanks to a grant from them.

His official TI profile confirmed his Air Force background, with honourable discharge after active duty. It didn’t say where that was but she knew.

Oh, she knew.

She skimmed some of the more gushing articles. All fairly light on objective facts but weighty on opinion and that opinion was pretty much universal - he was a hero, beloved by millions, a undoubted force for good in an often cruel and selfish world.

And she’d left him to die.

She closed the browser, no longer able to bear the accusation in his eyes.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

The taxi driver was watching her in the rear view mirror.

“I’m fine. Thank you.“

She let out a breath as his eyes returned to the road ahead. But he wasn’t done:

“Long day was it?”

“Something like that.”

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For the second time in as many months Virgil vowed to chase Brains up on the speed upgrade to Two. It was absolutely pointless trying to catch up to his brother who could be halfway to anywhere by now. Thankfully, he had John and Five.

“Virgil! He’s heading back your way.”

“What?”

“One just did a U-Turn. She’s heading straight for you.”

“What do you mean “straight”?”

“A collision course. Virgil, I think you should get ready to take evasive action.”

Even at a moderate speed the two birds making any kind of head on contact…even a wing clip, meant mutually assured destruction. Was Two nimble enough to avoid that?

Scott would never risk Virgil being hurt.

But… he remembered the cold, unfamiliar look on the former fighter-pilot’s face as he’d spun to face him not ten minutes before. Was his brother in a state to know who was flying the ship chasing him down?

Virgil bit back a scream.

“Can’t EOS…?”

“No. She can’t. He’s blocked her access.”

Virgil looked down at the Atlantic far below him. Could he drop his ship safely on the surface of the water? He cut his speed.

“I’m tracking her path, I’ll tell you when to move.”

This couldn’t be happening. He tried the comm again, fighting to keep his voice calm and unthreatening:

“Scotty? Can you hear me bro? It’s me, Virgil. Please pick up? Please?”

“25 seconds, Virgil. Start reducing altitude.”

White knuckled, he tipped Two’s nose downwards and went to accelerate.

“Wait!”

“What? What???!”

“It’s ok. It’s ok, he’s adjusted course to pass on your port side. I’m… I misunderstood what… I’m sorry to have worried you.” John sounded almost light headed.

With her familiar crack-boom One shot past in a blur. Virgil flinched as her vapour trail crystallised on her sister’s windscreen for a few moments. He levelled Two off and pulled up the graphical readout of One’s tracker. Scott appeared to have done one of his signature handbrake turns and was heading back towards him at a more sedate pace… the rocket’s trajectory heading safely to the left of Two. Gleaming silver came into view alongside and Scott matched the green ship’s pace, the way he often did on journeys home from the more difficult rescues. Those times when Virgil knew his big brother needed company more than the adrenaline rush of g force and extreme speed.

The comm remained muted, but they were together. And that, until they got home at least, was all that mattered.

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The lift was broken again and Estera truly empathised with it as she dragged herself to the 5th floor. Her limbs were jelly and once she was on the right side of her front door she considered just lying down in the hall and having done with it. At which point 60 kilos of floof and enthusiasm canonballed into her and she realised with a quiet groan that she had to take him out before he destroyed everything in her apartment. Glancing down at her dusty sleeves as they contrasted with Bez’s snowy fur, she resolved to shower and change first else people would think she’d just escaped from a disaster zone.

Not so different from the state she was in when she first got here come to think of it. The darkness of the following few days in Processing crowded in on her and she didn’t have the energy to push it away. It was all too close to the surface today.

Bez licked the salt off her cheek.

With what felt like superhuman effort she dragged herself upright. At least here she had her own shower. And clean towels. Squeezing past the wall of hair she made it to the kitchen, draped her coat and bag over the back of a chair and spotted the note on the table:

Walked Niebieski. Soup in fridge. Glad you are safe.

Edith & George

She blinked back more tears. The elderly couple next door were an absolute godsend.

Ok. Shower. Soup. Stupid movie to prevent too much thought. Could maybe make some popcorn. That was a plan.

She did like a plan.

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The pool slid closed overhead and Scott allowed himself a few moments to sit back and breathe before regrouping and running through the comfortingly routine process of post-flight checks. His shoulder twinged sharply and that itchy trickling sensation reminded him that steristrips were no match for the physicality of flying a supersonic jet.

His vision lurched as her voice came back to him and he desperately focussed on grounding himself. He could hear the creaking of cooling engines, feel the harness over his shoulders, the seat beneath and around him. Wait, something else was off too. Something was pressing uncomfortably into his hip… he leaned to the side to extract the item from his baldric. A tiny Thunderbird 2 looked up from his palm, accusingly. His hand shook and the toy dropped, hitting the deck far below with a distant ping.

He stared down into the abyss.

Virgil was right. It wasn’t safe. HE wasn’t safe. If he couldn’t trust his mind to stay on track then he couldn’t be trusted. How could he keep his brothers safe from the world when he couldn’t even keep them safe from himself?

He tightened his fingers around the levers, every inch of the ship’s controls so familiar it was like an extension of his own limbs. Closer to him than his flight suit in a way. One was a part of him. IR was a part of him. Maybe the majority part. Certainly the best part.

If he couldn’t do this… then…

No. He shouldn’t think like that. He just needed more time. He flicked the switch to extend the chair and took a purposeful step down on to the gantry.

He had an apology to deliver.

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Virgil looked down at his twitching, sleeping brother and fought back the urge to bear hug him and never let go. There had been plenty of those earlier. Scott begging for forgiveness he didn’t need. Virgil and John trying to reassure him, their words seeming so powerless and both desperately hoping that holding him tight could somehow piece their hero back together.

He hadn’t expected the honesty. That was new.

Scott had looked Virgil in the eye and told him he was right. He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t ok. Virgil had shaken his head, denying the words he’d said over and over this last week. He didn’t want to be right. It was too painful. It wasn’t fair.

But Scott had been adamant - he was grounding himself for another fortnight. He needed time to process. Something had triggered him, he acknowledged that much, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. He’d lowered his eyes and quietly asked if they wouldn’t mind staying with him because he didn’t want to be alone.

As if he could stop them.

And so the six of them crowded into the lounge in a nest of blankets, fluffy cushions and rogue bits of popcorn. Scott had sagged against Virgil’s shoulder and passed out not half an hour into the film. John curled on big brother’s other side, if he was asleep it was likely with one eye open. Allie and Gordon were a tangle of limbs on the floor while Kayo dozed with her head atop the pile.

They’d get through this together as they always had. As Virgil watched, Scott sighed in his sleep and his face relaxed. He was here and he was safe. Hopefully tonight the nightmares would leave him in peace.

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Estera braced her feet and shoulders against the splintering wood and bit through her lip as she tried to remain silent despite the terror of the world tilting and sliding. The rumble of aircraft engines filled her head to the point where she wondered if she could even remember any other sound. But she knew where she was. This was to be expected. It would end soon. It had to.

The unsecured packing crate slammed into something again, her head rebounding painfully off the inside and she was consumed by nausea. The tiniest sob escaped and she froze. With a click the lid was opened and blinding light flooded into her streaming eyes as she tried to focus on the figure leaning towards her. It was him! Was she saved? Was she safe?

No.

Dread filled every cell of her body. Vivid blue eyes looked down at her but they were unseeing. A dark line ran from the corner of his mouth and then red, sickly gleaming red was everywhere. His blood was everywhere and it was her fault. His body fell heavily on top of her and the lid was slammed shut and she screamed for help until her throat burned.

Nobody came.

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[alloutofgoddesses]

Percy Jackson TV thoughts -

Season 1, Episode 3

(I’m a book reader and I’m not holding back book spoilers)

The attic is show creaky

And apparently so is Percy

Walker is doing an incredible job portraying Percy’s “I hate everything” attitude

The craziest line reading it’s so stilted thank you Timm Sharp. Also condescending which is very Gabe

That’s awkward as hell why would you gather all the “good candidates”

BLACKJACK HIIIIIII BLACKJACK

Grover you’re killing me

That backpacks full of apples and tin cans you can’t fool me Underwood

Percy is SO FUNNY HELP

“Don’t mix ‘em up” Luke I know I can’t trust you stop being witty

THERE THEY ARE

Annabeth saying goodbye to Thalia… I’m losing it she’s just a BABY

I shouldn’t laugh but I think Thalia would so we’re good

Percy. She’s always in charge.

So no Seaweed Brain and Wisegirl? Rick when I find you

Percy you could’ve put them in your bag and left the box

The way Grover’s hair is styled to cover the horns more when they’re in the mortal world… hairdressers I love you

Can I have the full consensus song please I think it would actually be helpful

Also Grover being a 24 year old dealing with squabbling twelve year olds… Gods speed dude

Annabeth is so perfect. Like. She’s so annoying. It’s spot on. Annabeth is annoying in the books

SCREAM ALECTO!!! They hired the perfect actress for these lines

I get the plot reasons but if you had time to pick up anything WHY THE SHOES AND NOT THE BAG WITH MONEY IN IT PERCY

Please tell me they’re getting rid of the idea that demigods can’t use technology. I always thought it was dumb

Oh no Uncle Ferdinand…

Absolutely laying the tracks for Percy telling the gods to do better by their kids *chef’s kiss*

SO YOU FOLLOW IT? Grover you’re better than this

Hey. If the cyclops next season have those talons. I’m gonna be SO SCARED the whole time

MEEEDDDUUUUSSSSAAAAA!!!! I desperately want to cosplay this

I love the changes already

Percy… that beautiful fatal flaw

I mean yeah you’re mom is almost always right but still be on guard little man

Annabeth. I can’t wait for you to loosen up. She’s wound as right as a violin string.

*cheers from the crowd* I am fully on Medusa’s side btw. No matter what she was a victim of the god’s whims.

Annabeth my little baby you gotta think about multiple perspectives

The little milkshakes on the side. Does Medusa just wait for people to come along to feed or did she smell Percy from a couple miles away and really quickly whip stuff up

Thank god the box is being left behind

THE BASEMENT REALLY GUYS. There had to have been a back door

A MAIL CARRIER? What did a mail carrier do Medusa

I love that the snakes aren’t standing up like a lot of Medusa artworks portray… they’re noodles they wouldn’t be at attention all the time

Oh now THAT’S INSPIRED. Nkt as iconic as the reflective surface of an iPod though

Who’s gonna remind them there’s still one more. Also does this mean she’s a broken statue forever or since she’s a monster she’s reincarnating in Tartarus? I have so many questions

Oh Uncle Ferdinand. I’m glad Grover got to have an emotional moment that he wasn’t afforded in the book

Hell yeah good job Grover. Sometimes you Do have to be a little mean to get past some stuff.

Oh so we get the “I am impertinent” line verbatim but not SEAWEED BRAIN AND WISE GIRL

Percy I’m obsessed with you

Now who could this be

GAH LOOK AT HIM… he looks just a tad angry though lol

So does he have express straight to the throne room since he’s Hermes or did they change the placement of the elevator

AAAAAHHHHHH I need more immediately

Preview for next ep

Why are they splashing him

SHE’S ON THE BUS?!?!?!

Very excited for the arch… I’ve been there and I will be honest I only remember some of the museum stuff at the bottom and how claustrophobic the top is so I’m excited to hopefully jog my memory

#PJO tv #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians

[takecareluv]

i’m projecting SO hard rn but i have a rq for you babe!! imagine ur hairdresser cutting ur hair WAYY too short for what u asked for and ur miserable and vinnie is there to be like! it’s okay! u look great☺️ LMFOAOA ty🫶🫶

a.n hi, my love! oh no, we’ve all been there... i’m assuming this is coming from personal experience so i just wanna say i’m sure you look absolutely beautiful babe, don’t doubt it for a second 🫶🏼 also i’m supposed to get a hair cut on thursday and this made me a little nervous ngl haha. anyway, hope you like this & makes you feel better! sending lots of love <33

bad haircut || vinnie hacker x reader

you made a beeline for your car, trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible.

as soon as you were sat in the driver’s seat, you slammed the door shut and allowed all the tears you had been holding in for the last ten minutes come out.

what a mistake, you thought out loud.

earlier in the week, you were scrolling through instagram when you came across a local hair salon that had slowly becoming popular in your area. you stalked their entire page and were rather impressed with all of the photos they had posted of their client’s hair. not a bad photo in sight. you’d recently been in desperate need of a hair cut and figured why not go to them.

well, you thought wrong.

you knew you should’ve gotten out of there the second you walked in the place and they told you one of their newer hirees would be doing your hair.

now here you were crying the whole car ride home with the worst hair cut of your life. you didn’t even bother putting music on, that’s how upset you were.

in the back of your mind you knew you were probably being dramatic, but as of right now it felt like the end of the world.

once you reached the driveway of your home and came to a complete stop, you grabbed a sweatshirt from the backseat, slipping it on and pulling the hood over your head so no one could see the horrible hair cut.

before you got out, you took a quick glance in the mirror to check that no strands of hair were peaking out of the hood. you also made sure to wipe away any dried tears that had fallen to your cheeks so no one could tell you’d been crying.

but just with your luck, that was the first your boyfriend noticed.

“baby, what happened? are you okay?” he rushed over to you as soon as you entered your shared bedroom.

“yeah, i-i’m fine” you mumbled, trying to hold yourself together, although all you wanted to do was cry and rant about the stupid haircut that probably wouldn’t grow back for who knows how long.

but instead, you kept quiet in attempt to switch the subject.

however, vinnie would not budge, he needed to make sure you were okay. any other occasions you would’ve thought it was sweet, but right now you only wished he would let it go. “are you sure? it looks like you’ve been crying, love. you know you can tell me anything.”

as you thought about it more, you came to the realization that you wouldn’t be able to hide it forever. it would be hard wearing hoods for the next three or so months. meaning, much to your dismay, vinnie would eventually have to see your hair. why not rip that bandaid off now.

“so you know how i had that hair appointment today?” you waited for him to nod before you continued. “well she kind of messed it up… bad.” you sighed as you pulled the hood off your head, finally allowing him to see what had you so upset.

you grew more nervous at vinnie’s lack of response. oh my god, he must think i’m so ugly. he’s probably going to break up with me. i should’ve never gotten this hair cut. so many thoughts were racing through your mind as a single tear fell from your eye.

vinnie pulled you into his warm embrace. “oh baby, no don’t cry. you look beautiful. there’s nothing wrong with your hair. you look just as gorgeous as you did before, okay? you’re still the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, you hear me?”

“really? you mean that?” you looked up at him with a pout.

“yes really, sweetheart. i would never lie to you. you are stunning. my pretty girl, always will be.”

you nuzzled your head further into his chest, now tearing up due to his sweet words. “i was so scared you would think i looked ugly and break up with.” you giggled slightly, realizing how absurd you actually sounded.

“what? baby, are you crazy? i could never break up with you. especially over a hair cut. i would be a complete dick if i did that.”

“now c’mon,” he continued, “let’s go cuddle and we can watch whatever movie you want and soon enough you’ll forget all about your hair cut. mkay, baby? how’s that sound?” he questioned, kissing to the top of your head.

“can we order milkshakes too?” you asked shyly.

“of course, sweet girl. anything you want.”

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[lavyahairdesign]

When to Book a Formal Hair and Makeup Service

The bride’s beauty look is one of the biggest and most important details of her wedding day. Whether she chooses to go for an elegant updo or romantic curls, a natural beauty look or something bolder, the makeup and hair should enhance her features while complementing her wedding dress and overall aesthetic. While some couples do favors and place cards themselves, many opt to hire a professional to create the perfect beauty look for their special day.

If you’re planning a formal event and are looking for a Gold Coast hair and makeup service, you’ve come to the right place! Here are some things to keep in mind when choosing and booking your pro.

Prom season is a busy time for formal hair and makeup artists as well as for salons and spas. Make sure to book your wedding or prom services with plenty of advance notice so you can be guaranteed that the hair and makeup professionals you want will be available. It’s also a good idea to book hair and makeup services on the same day, as this will allow you to get ready at the same time with the same stylists and eliminate the possibility of any miscommunications.

When to Book a Hair Trial

Generally speaking, your hair and makeup trials should be scheduled when you’ve selected the venue and secured your dress and veil. This will give you a clear vision of what your look should be like on the big day and will help ensure that the makeup and hair are in keeping with your style. It’s also a great opportunity for you to get to know your makeup and hair artist(s), which will make it much easier to work with them on your wedding day.

When to Book a Makeup Trial

A hair and makeup trial is essential for any bride, regardless of if she’s wearing her own hair or going with a professional. Most makeup artists will include a trial in their bridal packages, but if you’re working with someone who doesn’t, expect to pay an additional fee. Makeup trials are also a great opportunity for you to discuss any skin issues you might have, as well as any specific products you may want to use on your wedding day, such as false eyelashes or airbrush foundation.

Should You Do Your Makeup Before or After Your Hair?

While there is no hard and fast rule when it comes to the best way to do your beauty routine on your wedding day, most makeup artists will agree that it’s better to do your makeup first. This allows the products to dry and sets your face for any touch ups you may need later on.

It’s also a good idea to ask your hair and makeup artist(s) about their tips, as they might expect you to leave a 15%-25% tip depending on how happy you are with the results. In addition, you’ll need to factor in any add-on costs that might be involved, such as extra makeup or hair products or travel fees.

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[scizzo]

Recovering memories- Blind your eyes

Pairing: Seven x fem! Reader

What to expect: Crack, little bit of angst, and fem reader!

MISSION 2 - STAB YOUR DOG EYES BLIND

"Tomorrow we go to war with the Mad Dogs, any thoughts on our strategy?" A yellow cat asks with an intimidating tone and look.

The yellow cat is named Meow Kitty, she is the chief of cats and her special skill is called Catrine Claw.

'"Have you thought about maybe surrendering?" One of her cat guards suggested nicely with a smile on his face. Meow responded to this by punching him with her tail and sending him flying off. All with zero trace of a reaction from her.

All the rest of the cats seemed concerned but decided to chime in. "Send a gift basket!" Another one kindly says, only to be met with getting punched by Meow's tail and getting sent flying.

Only two cats remain now, they both look extremely scared and worried about what will happen to them. "Uh.." Meow again punches him with her tail and he gets knocked off of the roof they're all standing on. "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!!!" He yells.

The last one scrambles to find something in his pockets and quickly talks to Meow, "My hairdresser gave me a card as you'd get for a fancy escort but it's not for an escort it's for a hitman and I was thinking maybe we can hire him to kill the dog's leader!!!" He says as he breathes heavily, worried if he will get the same fate as the others.

Meow grabs the card with her tail and stares at it for a moment, before finally reading it out loud, "Killer Seven..."

At the Dai Bo J hair salon..

"Seven! You have a new mission!" Dai Bo yelled as he ran into the salon. He saw Seven reading some magazines and you were nowhere to be found.

"Hell yeah! Alright, who's it for?" He excitedly asked as he quickly ran over to Dai Bo. "I dunno, some cat." He responded as he shrugged. "NOW GET YOUR ASS OVER THERE!" Seven rolled his eyes and he began to walk towards the door.

"I'm coming too." You said as you held your dagger in your hand. Seven flinched as he heard your voice. "Why do you always come out of nowhere? It's creepy dude.." Seven mumbled with a pouty face.

"Let's just go, c'mon." You took Seven's hand and walked out the door. Seven started to blush slightly, I mean c'mon, he doesn't even know if he's ever had a girlfriend...

When you two got there, of course, Seven had to make a big entry, so he decided to take Xiao Fe and fly up in the air, making himself jump from the sky. But of course with his luck, he landed on the Chef of cat's tail.

You followed but you just jumped on the roof and landed next to Seven.

"As professional killers-" Seven began before Meow cut him off. "Before you start your little speech, you're on my tail..! She grumbled as she glared at him. Seven quickly muttered an, "Oh..sorry.." before getting off her tail and starting up his speech again.

"As professional killers, we never ask why, only when and where." You cringed at his words, he was trying too hard. You looked at Meow with a somewhat apologetic look, as you stood next to Seven.

"Midnight, the dog's headquarters." Meow handed him a picture of a small skinny blue dog. You looked at the picture and immediately recognized the guy in it. You made sure to know all the strong people on this island, to ensure Seven's your safety. This included knowing Mad Bark.

Meow continued, "Your target is the alpha dog." You wondered what reason Meow has behind wanting to kill him. But you figured it was just because Cats hate dogs or something.

"No problem, we'll kill this dog before sunrise." He said as he kept his tough guy persona, frankly you thought he looked stupid doing this. Definitely not cute whatsoever.

"I don't want either of you to kill him, stab both of his eyes out." She continued to glare at Seven. "Right we'll do it, but that's seriously messed up.." You muttered as you jumped off.

You two stood behind a tree in front of the Headquarters of the dogs, (which was just an old stick fence with two dogs guarding the front entrance.)

Seven thought for a moment before he threw a bone and a chicken leg at the dogs. Nothing. The dogs didn't even move a muscle. Next he threw a magazine at the dog that was laying down. Still nothing.

"Security's tight..time for plan B..." He said as he rubbed his chin with one finger. "Which would be..?" You questioned as he took out a GaiBa egg. "Seriously..? I have to turn into a dog..?" You grumbled. "Hey I'm not happy about it either!" Seven whisper-yells to you.

He handed you a GaiBa egg and you turned into a small black dog while he turned into a tan dog. He snickered as you two snuck through the entrance, Seven being the idiot he is, started walking on two feet, you're smart so obviously you walked on all fours.

One of the guard dogs looked at the two of you, and Seven immediately was scared, went on all fours, and barked to not make it obvious that he wasn't really a dog.

You laughed slightly at his antics and he pouted. "Look at all these dumb dogs, it's the middle of the night why aren't they asleep? Each one's stupider than the last." Seven whispered to you. "Is someone scared of a couple of dumb dogs?" You teased with a chuckle. "They don't scare me, all I have to do is-" He was interrupted as a small red ball hit his face. "Serves you right." You said as you chuckled harder.

Seven glared at you and then the red ball, he glared for a few good seconds, before crouching down on two legs and grabbing the ball and holding it up in the air. "WHO THREW THE FUCKING BALL?!" He yelled out to the huge crowd of dogs. "They aren't going to answer you.."

Immediately after you said that the huge crowd of dogs started running towards you and Seven. "SEVEN, HOW ABOUT YOU DROP THE FUCKING BALL?!" You sprinted off away from Seven as all the dogs leaped into him, trying to get the ball. You started laughing like crazy as you saw him get chewed up. He kept yelling things like, "DOWN BOY!" and, "STOP! OW!"

After all the dogs left him and chased the ball which had now bounced away, he looked like a mess, scratches everywhere and he was limping too.

"You good, professional killer?" You tried to keep your composer and stop yourself from laughing again as you walked back over to him. Suddenly a frisbee got thrown at his face, and again he held it up but this time he was really pissed. "WHO THREW THAT?!" He asked the crowd of dogs, he looked down to see the orange frisbee in his hands and he knew what was coming next.

Again the huge crowd of dogs ran towards you two and you dodged out of the way as they all tackled Seven. He tried to run off but the dogs caught him just in time, all of them fighting for the frisbee.

"NO! NO! STOP ALL OF YOU! JUST TAKE IT! JUST TAKE THE FRISBEE!" He tossed the frisbee in the other direction and you cleared your throat, still trying to not laugh again. He glared at you and you patted him on the back. "Thanks for taking the fall!" You said with a smirk and he growled at you.

"Look out!" He said as another small red ball was about to hit you in the face. You quickly fell down to the ground but Seven moved out of the way and luckily it didn't him him.

Out of nowhere, lots of dog toys started flying, trying to hit Seven. He dodged all of them, moving from left to right, jumping, kicking them, rolling on the ground and in the air. until eventually he fell on the ground as well, crab walking like you were.

"This place is more dangerous than I imagined, we barely escaped, but as professional killers, we are unfazed by all of this. We can just crab crawl all the way to payday..?!" He was interrupted as you both stopped in your tracks, seeing Mad Bark and two other big dogs stare down at you.

"What are you looking at?! Never seen a dog crab crawl?!" Seven yells out to them as he gets up. You follow suit and get up as well. He looks around for a second before turning back to face Mad Bark and his two dogs.

"Could he be..the alpha dog..?" He whispered as he stared at Mad Bark. He went over to you and pulled out the picture to compare the two. He stared at the picture, then Mad Bark, then you.

"Yeah, that's him." You whispered back, and you rolled your eyes but truth be told, you couldn't blame him for not knowing. He looks extremely different from his photo compared to now. "He looks beefier than the photo.."

All of a sudden, one dog pointed his spear at you and the other pointed a dagger at Seven. You both threw your arms up in surrender. Sure, you could beat them easily but you'd be lying if you said this didn't catch you off guard.

Seven accidentally dropped the photo as you two put your hands up. Unfortunately, neither of you caught this. "Hey, what are your names? Why haven't I seen either of you before?" The dog pointing his spear at you asked. Before you could chime in and come up with some fake names, Seven beat you to it. "U-Uh I'm called uh.Mad doggie..." He quickly said. You grumbled at this. You should have definitely told Seven some things about this place beforehand.

"That's not possible, everyone's last name is Bark." The dog continued. Seven looked around nervously, trying to keep his lie up. "No, our names are-" Before you could finish your sentence, Seven interrupted you.

"oh..! U-Um, Mad Doggie is just my nickname, my real name is uh...Mad bark!" You sighed as you looked down at the ground. Seven...why are you so stupid...??? "Your Mad bark?" Mad Bark replied to him with a raised eyebrow.

"damn right. If OnLy OnE dAy I cAn oWeE, AnD hAvE nO wHeRe tO Go..!!" Seven sang with a huge smirk on his face. Honestly, at this point, you had given up. You wished Dai Bo had given you the mission instead, you could've done it in just a couple minutes.

Though truth be told, you were slightly just slightly totally not a lot, enjoying having a mission with Seven, it was fun, in an odd way, even if you two were being threatened right now.

After Seven's awful attempt at singing, the room was silent...dead silent.."U-Um...JuSt LeT mE sTaY iN yOuR LiFe-..!!" Mad bark silenced him as he grabbed him by the neck. Seven desperately tried to break free but it was no use.

Your initial reaction was to help Seven but you realized both dogs were now pointing their weapons at you so there was no possible way of getting out of this alive... unless you were willing to reveal your special skill...

"Every dog knows that I'm the only Mad bark here.. So my little puppy..tell me why you reek so bad of human...? Are you some kind of imposter..?" He growled at Seven, his grip tightening. Before he could kill Seven, one of the guard dogs interrupted him.

"Hey boss! I have the perfect way to test if he's really a dog. If there's one habit a dog can never shake.. IT'S EATING SHIT! TAKE A BITE" He yelled out. You stood there in shock, seven as well.

"C-Come again..?" You mumbled under your breath. Mostly to Seven than the dogs. "Here, it's still warm!" The dog handed a piece to Seven with a smile. Seven looked disgusted and you felt like throwing up.

"You do it first..." Seven mumbled to the dog, to your surprise, he happily took a bite and swallowed it with ease. Seven looked even more disgusted now. He didn't know what to do...this was the grossest thing he'd ever seen.

He then suddenly shoved the rest into the dog's face. "Finish it!" He yelled and kicked him out of the way. Seven quickly made him say over to you and smirked. He took another GaiBa egg out and transformed back to his old self. You did the same and you stood next to him, glaring at the three dogs.

"Whoahhhh!!!!!" Seven jumped in the air and headed straight for Mad Bark, using two of his fingers he stabbed his glasses. "Sorry, but I'm a killer- huh?!" Mad Bark grabbed Seven's fingers and crushed them with one hand. "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!! Hold on didn't I just stab out your eyes?!" Seven looked at Mad bark intensely, meanwhile he let go of Seven's fingers.

"These are my eyes. I have my glasses up here on my forehead you dummy.." He said as he pointed to his small eyes and then his forehead. Seven heard you try to hold in your laugh, for what felt like the millionth time now. Seven glared at you then Mad bark, before pulling a sneak attack and getting ready to stab out his real eyes. But he failed again as Mad Bark crushed his finger again.

"OW! OW! OW! OW!" Seven screamed again. Meanwhile, you had already gotten the two guard dogs down and kneeled at you as you pointed both of your daggers toward them. "Who sent you?" Mad Bark replied you could tell he was mad and looking for answers.

"As a professional killer, I will never-" Seven was cut off by Mad Bark crushing his fingers even more. "O-Okay..! Okay, I'll say who it is..! But promise you won't tell anyone else..it was..uh..!" He tried to pull another sneak attack but Mad Bark was quick and was able to crush his left fingers too. "OW!!! H-Have mercy..!! I'll never d-do it again..! I wanna go home...!!" Seven cried out as he fell to the floor.

You sighed in frustration, it was like seeing a crying toddler having a tantrum. "Tell me who's sent you here or I'll-" He was interrupted by Seven pulling another sneak attack this time using his toes and a yoga move to try and stab Mad Bark's eyes out. "Hiya!!! I practiced yoga for months!!" To his dismay, Mad Bark was able to grab both of his feet...and crush them..

"OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" Seven cried on the floor again before he laid down on his back in defeat. "You need some help..?" You muttered to Seven. He stayed silent, staying in his position.

Mad Bark then grabbed Seven by the collar of his shirt, yelling at him, "Tell me who sent you! Or I'll-" Seven pulled another sneak attack, this time he used his tongue, and it worked, making Mad bark let go of Seven and step back, trying to get the spit out of his eye.

"As a professional killer, I'll stab your eyes by any means necessary!" Seven smirked as he wiped his mouth with what seemed to be his broken fingers. Mad Bark growled at him and glared. "Now..you really pissed me off..!!" Mad Bark's shirt was ripped off, exposing his abs and his tattoo that said "ROCK" and he grabbed his signature electric guitar.

Seven eyes widened and he looked at you for help. You gave him a look that said 'This is your problem, deal with it.' Suddenly, Mad Bark started playing very heavy metal. Seven stared at him with a worried and annoyed expression. You could feel your head start to hurt, but not much since you were really strong, unlike Seven, who you thought would pass out soon.

You saw Seven start to tweak out and he looked like he was having the worst time of his life. As Seven was distracted, Mad Bark came up from behind him and as Seven turned around, he hit him straight in the chin with the electric guitar.

You gasped slightly and gave a huge glare to the guard dogs. "If you move I will kill you. Got that?" They nodded as quickly as possible and you left them to protect Seven defeat Mad Bark. But he was way faster than you and you saw Seven trying to use his scissors but they got knocked off of his hands and landed on the ground. Mad bark began hitting Seven left and right.

As you watched in awe, you saw Seven's eyes turn red...Your own eyes widened with shock. "Impossible.." you've seen those red eyes...you've seen them too many times before...

It was like a switch had been turned on and before Mad Bark could hit Seven again, he blocked the attack, without effort. Seven crushed the guitar with one hand and he smirked. He threw the guitar back to Mad bark and lifted his scissors and they immediately went to him. Seven then cut through the neck of the guitar with his scissors, and he even managed to cut Mad bark a bit.

And just like that, the switch had been turned off and Mad Bark was quickly able to grab Seven by the neck and he slammed him onto the ground.

You quickly stepped in and used your dagger to slice through one of his eyes, catching him off guard. Mad Bark stepped back, applying pressure to his eye. You stood in front of Seven, who looked at you with wide eyes and a small blush. "If you hurt him more, I will stab both of your eyes..." You said to him as he looked at the ground. He then gasped slightly.

You realized he was looking at the picture of him..when he was a skinny little dog. "Where did you get this photo of me...?" He mumbled as he picked it up. "What? O-Oh! That? That's my p-pet..d-do-" Seven said, trying to lie but failing miserably as Mad bark cut him off.

"Did Meow send you here?" He asked. Seven panicked and started spitting out gibberish. You punched him in the head to make him stop, to which he replied with a small "Ow!" There was no point in lying, it was clear Mad Bark knew.

"Back then...I was just a singing stay.." He began as he stared into the picture. "Oh great a flashback.." Seven whispered to you. You smiled slightly and sat down next to him.

"And she was a..cute cat..." Mad Bark continued. He was indeed a stray little dog, playing his guitar for Meow, who back then was smaller than she is now with a cute sundress.

She clapped for him with a giggle, and Mad Bark smiled. "She came everyday to listen to me sing..we quickly...fell in love.."

"if you fall in love with someone else, I'll stab out your beady dog eyes." Meow said in her cute little voice and smile.

"So you fell in love with someone else and now we're here to stab your eyes out." Seven said with his mouth full and a bucket of popcorn. You sat next to Seven his silence, not eating any popcorn even if he offered. Hell all you were trying to do was figure out where he got the popcorn.

"I only love her!!" Mad bark yelled as his breathing got heavier, eventually it slowed down and he continued his story... "I left her because..."

"Scientific research shows that cats and dogs cannot breed. Because they are different species." A news reporter said on the TV as young Mad Bark went up to it. His tail is wagging, hoping to hear good news about cats and dogs. But as the reporter finished her sentence, he let out a small whimper and his tail stopped.

"Look at how adorable this kitten is! How many kittens would you like to have? Oh, no I guess you'd probably like to have puppies..how many puppies would you like to have?" Meow asked him with a smile as she snuggled the kitten she held.

Mad Bark looked so sad, he knew that no matter what, they could never have kittens or puppies together...

"I left her..for her own good.." He continued. He cried in his flashback, biting a napkin to not make any noise, as he spied on Meow, who looked devastated.

"That was melo dog-matic.." Seven mumbled as he shoved a dog away that was trying to get the empty popcorn bucket. He threw the bucket at the dog's face, making him whimper and fall to the ground.

"All I know is... she'll keep wanting to stab your eyes out unless you tell her." He said as he stood up. He looked at you, and you blushed slightly with your head tilted. He extended his hand out to you to help you get up and you happily accepted.

As you got up and looked at Mad Bark, you knew that he knew Seven was right. You were honestly surprised by Seven's words. Seven then took out a GaiBa egg from his pocket and held it up.

"STOP LIVING LIKE YOU'RE IN SOME ROMANCE NOVEL AND EATING DOG SHEEETT!!" He yelled as he crushed the GaiBa egg and poofed away. You looked around, trying to find what he turned into, eventually you saw him on the ground, as a floor tile you sighed.

"Wow, he disappeared..Bow-wow-wow" One of the guard dogs said. You looked at Mad Bark, who stared at the picture, and then his guitar. You started to walk away, following the direction Seven went.

"Sorry for your eye, I just get.. protective of him..as cringy as that sounds." You mumbled to Mad Bark, you looked back to see his expression.

"No, it's fine..I can tell..you care a lot about him..don't you?" He asked with a small smile. You blushed and nodded, before running off...

Before you knew it, you were back where Meow had met up with you and Seven. You looked around before jumping on a roof from a building and seeing Mad Bark..singing to Meow. Your eyes widened, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

"I once loved a cat..she had the most charming smile. I dreamed of loving her forever and ever, but I didn't fit in her dream...I decided to leave her..regretting and suffering from misunderstanding.."

He sang, his voice was calm and soothing. You could see the love in Meow's eyes as she took off her sunglasses to see him.

"I miss her so fondly, ohh..but she hated me..dear girl, I didn't want to leave you...wailing in pain..dear girl, please forgive me, I'm such a dumb, dumb, dumb dog..."

You watched, your eyes never leaving sight of this. You smiled softly, "Jeez...you really changed, haven't you..?" You said to yourself, the Seven you knew before, wouldn't have done all this. He just would've done the mission and that's it.

After he finished he threw his microphone and his guitar to the ground. He put a hand in his pocket. "My Meow...I left you because dogs and cats, no matter how hard they try, can never have babies together. And I've never loved anyone else but you.." He explained as a small tear streamed down his cheek.

Meow blushed, her eyes looked like they had sparkles in them, "Mad Bark, you're lying.." she said with a glare. "In my heart, I've only ever loved you.." He began walking towards her, putting a hand on his chest where his heart was.

"You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!" She yelled as she began to sob into his arms....

Next part ➡️ MISSION 3 - Y/N & SEVEN VS THIRTEEN •COMING SOON• (POSSIBLE RELEASE DATE: APRIL 25/26 2024)

#scissor seven #idk what im doing #fanfic #new writter

[brittanybeadlekillitonline]

Three Things To Expect From Covid Remediation

Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

If you breathe the air - and you do - you're at risk for Covid. Tiny droplets in the air pass from host to host and live on surfaces. Because it's microscopic, we have no idea whether the next person we sit beside or a table we touch in the employee lounge will land us in the emergency room taking a Covid test. Is it any wonder that “remediation” is the buzzword of the day?

Let's say you're at a coffee shop. You set down your computer, type in your assignment, finish your coffee, and pick up your computer. Out the door you go. And along with you goes the sneeze of the person who sat in that spot before you. Or try this one: you show up for your hair appointment to find your hairdresser wearing a mask. Funny, she's never worn one before. She says the woman before you coughed all over the beauty shop. Ugh.

We all learned the hard way that Covid-19 is nothing to play with, which means preventing the spread of Covid is everybody's concern. If you step out into the world, you coexist with others, but you can take steps to keep yourself as safe as possible. 

You can wash your hands, keep a safe distance, and wear a mask. Some organizations, such as healthcare facilities, still require masks. Some no longer mandate it but leave it up to the individual. Some believe Covid is no longer a threat. Others waste no time declaring, "It's out there," "It's on the rise." 

If you own a business, there are some things you will want to do about Covid-19 testing positive on the premises. Your employees will look to you to take action to prevent it from spreading.

Following Covid best practices is always the wisest choice. One of those best practices is remediation. What is remediation? It means “to make things right.”

While some do not choose remediation as a course correction, others will be proactive by calling a professional cleaning company. Many may wonder what that involves. What should you expect? 

The first thing you should expect is fear. No one wants to contract Covid, and if someone exposes others in the workplace, taking steps to avoid panic is crucial.

What can you expect from remediation?

Contain the Infected Area

The area should be closed off, even if it is temporary. Because Covid can remain on surfaces, management should deny access to the contaminated area for a minimum of twenty-four hours. Anyone testing positive or suspected of having Covid should leave the building until cleared to return to work.

Circulate Fresh Air 

Open windows to let the fresh air flow. You cannot eliminate contamination if you close up the area. In other words, let it out! Otherwise, you'll be keeping the site sectioned off indefinitely. Fresh air is the way to reduce the risk of infection.

Clean and Disinfect

Did you know that infection often spreads through bodily fluids? If you touch a bacteria-infected surface and then rub your eyes, you up your chances. Your best defense is to hire a professional cleaning company that uses personal protective equipment (PPE), industrial-strength cleaners, and protective clothing.

Covid exposure can happen to anyone at any time; that's why it's crucial to hire professionals that follow protocols. It’s in your best interests.

#covid remediation

[zot3-flopped]

I went to Sea’s blog to see what they were saying about Harry’s hair, just because I didn’t understand what the hell the anon was on about. And I’m dying 😭

They think he wears a toupee, a hairpiece, that got lifted off his head clean, and this girl happened to catch it with her film camera in a moment where he was jumping. And I guess it fell exactly in place and got attached immediately and nobody else noticed at all even though he was performing in front of 50,000 people who were filming every second of it (it was the second Manchester show)

It’s literally just the glare of the film camera, you can see his hair below and above the film camera. Harry fiddles with his hair all the time 😭 if just jumping would make it come clean off then he’d be losing it constantly and wouldn’t be able to run his fingers through his hair, they’re so unserious I can’t deal 😭

This man literally takes pictures pulling his hair back, puts clips on his hair to push that exact piece of hair back, touches it constantly, jumps around, sweats, all of it in front of thousands upon thousands of people. That’s just his hair. There is literally no way that’s a hairpiece, I have to believe the original person who posted that is trolling because nobody can ACTUALLY believe that. We can literally see Harry tugging on the roots of his hair multiple times in shows, live, in front of an audience 😭

The worst part is Sea trying to put two pics where his head is angled differently to show that his hairline changes within weeks. I think she posted a Glasgow and a Stockholm pic next to the other, but since the Glasgow pic is more tilted back his hairline looks more linear and less round.

Look, Harry fans know that his hairline is very round. It’s been this way since 2013. Back then the stylists use to fluff the hair around it to hide the widows peaks, but whenever he wore a headband or pushed his hair back you could see it. Then he grew his hair and the widows peak became really apparent because he would push his hair to the side. The left widow peak is actually slightly worse than the left one because that’s where he parted his hair for two years and that’s what happens (even to women, I used to part my fringe slightly to the right of my temple and the hairdresser told me to switch it up once in a while because hair tends to grow thinner where you part it if you don’t).

The long hair distracted from the widows peak but they were still there, especially when he wore his hair in a bun. In 2017 when he went solo, hair short, during the very first part of the year his hair was fluff led on the sides the same way it was back in 2013, because Lou Teasdale was his hair dresser during both periods. Then he started tour and Lou couldn’t go to most American stops because she had her daughter, and Harry wore a clip to multiple shows. I remember Boston and Chicago (I think) of the theater leg of tour were particularly bad hair days and everyone was talking about his hairline. Since then, Harry doesn’t really bother hiding his hairline, and will even push his hair back for photo shoots.

But has it CHANGED? No. I don’t think it has. I don’t have measuring tape but it literally looks like he has the exact same hairline since 2013. If it moved at all I can’t tell. Before 2013 he wore a fringe so it’s impossible to know what it looked like before. It’s entirely likely that’s literally just the same of his hairline. At around 18/19 all men’s hairlines mature, even if they don’t experience hair loss (google it! It’s a thing) but other than that, I don’t think he’s lost hair. And if he did lose hair, at least not so far.

He could lose it at any point from now on. And he could just get hair plugs. That’s completely different from a hair piece, a hair piece is a small wig that’s attached to your head with glue. There isn’t glue strong enough to sustain the things we see Harry do with his hair (not to mention he has multiple hairdressers, some of them random and hired by whatever publication he’s posing, plus the wigs he wore for SNL, the random movie hairdressers, etc). Hair plugs are hair transplants taken from your own head (the back of it). They grow from your scalp. If Harry had noticed at any point that he was losing hair and it was worrisome and he wanted to stop it, he could’ve just gotten hair plugs. Most men in Hollywood do (it’s why you rarely see bald actors even though most men go bald to some degree at some point in their lives). For it to be a hairpiece he would’ve had to lose an incredible amount of hair, and when would that have happened? We see him all the time, consistently, and his hair always looks the same.

Sorry for the long rant, it’s just ridiculous to me, and the idea that some people just body shame like this because they don’t like someone is insane to me.

They're not widow's peaks, just an M shaped hairline, but I agree that he's had it since he was a child. Sea is just clutching at straws as usual, in the full knowledge that Louis daren't even show his hairline and hasn't for four years.

Louies are in a bit of a crisis in general, as King Rat only has about ten concerts left and then they'll get zero content until LT2 comes out (probably late 2023 or 2024 at the rate lazy Louis works).

They're also slowly realising that he's not going to be ditching his child and long term partner when tour is over, and are probably busy in their GCs spinning new conspiracies about how BMG is secretly just another division of Sony which is controlled by Rob Stringer.

#rads #sea

[freelancearsonist]

Scenes From a Divorce

Jonathan Levy x gn!Reader

Rated R for themes of cheating, divorce, moral ambiguity, some non-sexual nudity, some talk of sex, and everyone is the bad guy

5,504 words

A/N: okay so i have to preface this by saying that this basically just piggybacks off the entire plot of the series so MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!!! huge thank you to @aellynera​ for putting up with me obsessively working on this fic over the five weeks the show ran and betaing each part 🥺 also it feels very important to me that you all know the font i used on the scene dividers is called “jonathan” 🥰

“I mean, she basically just asked if we were fucking other people.”

You’re trying your best to focus on the task at hand, but Jonathan’s dramatic retelling of the awkward interview he experienced with his wife has you shaking with laughter to the point that you have to put your scissors down.

“I mean, I seriously think it was less uncomfortable the first time I met Mira’s parents. And I could tell she was uncomfortable too, which I hate. I hate seeing her like that, like some kind of trapped animal. Almost called it off right then and there.”

He’s so sweet. God, he’s just so sweet that you want to crawl into his lap. Why do all the good ones have to be taken?

“But it was good, right? I mean, it’s important to discuss the different aspects of your relationship. Even when you’ve been together for ten years.”

He hums thoughtfully at your response as you pull the curls above his ears taut—he really is the perfect client; never wiggles or flinches and even warns you if he’s about to sneeze. It’s rather endearing, actually.

You’ve been cutting his hair since you first graduated from beauty school and the salon owner took a chance on you. It was really unusual, as many of your coworkers were keen to tell you—the kindly middle-aged woman who had been in charge of the salon for the fifteen years it had been in business made a habit of hiring only the best veteran hairdressers in the state.

For the first six weeks in the salon you worked as an hourly employee while your boss breathed down your neck and assessed (a bit harshly, in your opinion) every cut and trim you made to your model clienteles’ heads.

And their hair cuts were completely free during your training period, but only select people were allowed to sit as models. You were supposed to invite friends and family to sit for you, but all of your friends and family were thousands of miles away in the small town you’d grown up in before moving to Boston to chase your aspirations.

For that reason it had been a bit difficult to find model clients during your training period—most of them were close personal friends of your boss, and that made the pressure even worse. You knew that they wouldn’t hesitate to tell her if anything was out of place or unsatisfactory, and it kept you on your toes the entirety of what turned out to be the longest six weeks of your life.

The best thing that came out of it—aside from establishing yourself as a worthy stylist in one of the best salons in Boston—was your friendship with Jonathan.

He’d come in late one night—a little breathless and soaked from a trademark Boston thunderstorm—hoping for a walk-in during the last week of your training, and your boss had been confident enough in your abilities to let you loose on his rain-soaked curls. 

Jonathan’s always been a big believer in giving students chances, and you’re glad he extended the courtesy to you. He’s become your favorite client over the two years that you’ve been keeping his gorgeous curls under control—although you’d never admit that to anyone.

Having a crush on a married man isn’t exactly something that you’re proud of.

Your favorite thing about him is that he’s an extrovert by nature. You were a little apprehensive about going into a talkative profession because you lean a bit more toward the introvert side, and it’s clients like Jonathan that make you love the conversational side of your job.

He guides the conversation effortlessly, and when there’s a pause it never feels awkward. You could spend hours talking to him without ever feeling exhausted the way you do with some clients.

“So, besides the worst interview in the history of interviews, anything else new since six weeks ago?”

That’s a pretty loaded question, he realizes, and even though he knows you couldn’t possibly know about the pregnancy, it kind of feels like you know that he’s held something back.

He’s never had a very good poker face, after all.

“She—Mira—she’s, uhh…” he squirms a little uncomfortably, but you see it coming and pull your scissors back before he can throw you off. “That night, she told me… she’s pregnant.”

It shouldn’t feel like a dagger, but for some reason it does. A dagger stabbed right in your gut by a man who isn’t yours and you have no right feeling anything for.

“Wow,” you breathe. “I mean, congratulations! That’s so exciting, Jonathan.”

He smiles at you in the mirror, but you can see a sadness in his eyes and you immediately regret saying anything.

“Thanks. I… I mean, I really want to keep it, and she said she did too, but…” he takes a deep breath, and you busy yourself with brushing the short hairs from his neck so you don’t have to look him in the eyes. 

“I could just kinda tell, you know? Like she was saying one thing but meant another. So I don’t know what’s going to happen. And I mean, obviously it’s up to her! I don’t want her to go through nine uncomfortable months again if it’s not what she wants. I just… I guess one of us is going to be unhappy no matter what happens.”

“It’ll be okay.” Maybe you’re overstepping, but you can’t help setting your hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “I know you’ll make the right decision.”

His eyes meet yours again through the mirror, and when he reaches up and squeezes your hand it feels more right than anything has in a long time.

He looks so shaken when he comes in, and you’re surprised to see him. 

He normally books his six week trim at the end of every appointment—it’s something you’ve come to know about him, that he likes routines and having everything planned out. He’s not very spontaneous, but there’s something endearing about his predictability.

But he cancelled his last appointment last minute, and you don’t see him for another two months since then.

You almost reach out and ask if you did something wrong, but you know he’s been struggling with his marriage lately. Or, more accurately, struggling with his own thoughts since the abortion.

Whatever the reason is, you don’t want to add any unnecessary stress to his life.

And then one day he bursts in right as you’re turning on the “open” sign, no appointment scheduled, eyes wildly searching around the room.

He looks completely unhinged and you’re almost frightened before you remember that you trust him.

Eyes swollen and red, wearing a sweater that doesn’t even remotely match the sweatpants he’s pulled on that are hastily tucked into his sneakers like he stepped into them and ran the entire way here. His hair is sticking up in all different directions like he came here straight out of bed and your heart breaks to see him like this because you’ve only ever seen him composed and neatly put together.

“Jonathan?”

Your voice breaks him out of whatever trance he’s in, and you cast a sideways glance at the other opening stylist to let her know that it’s okay, no need to call the cops on him.

“I didn’t know if you would be here.” His voice breaks—and with it, your heart. “I didn’t… know where else to go.”

“Come here.”

You take his hand and lead him into the back, set him down on the break room couch because he’s shaking so badly you think he might fall over. He declines your offer of coffee, water, tea, knuckles white from the way he grips onto his knees. Even still, with every muscle in his body pulled taut, he’s trembling.

“Jonathan, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?”

“She left,” he coughs, and for a moment your mind starts racing, already planning every step you’ll take if he’s about to have an asthma attack. But he clears his throat and then continues. “She’s seeing another man, she’s in love with him, they knew and they didn’t tell me… she just left. Just like that.”

When you take a seat next to him his entire body crumples, and you eagerly accept him into your arms as his body wracks and shakes with heavy sobs.

Part of you had worried, over the last two months, that you might never see your favorite client again. And now here he is, face pressed into your lap, crumbling into pieces in your arms. Not exactly how you expected your day to start.

“Shhhh, it’s gonna be okay.” You don’t know if you’re overstepping, but it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve touched his hair so you allow your hands to brush through his tangled curls. It’s the least you can do to sooth him, but it seems to be doing the trick.

It’s a long few moments before he composes himself enough to speak, but he keeps his face pressed tightly against you to the point that you worry he might suffocate himself.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he sniffles. “You must think I’m such a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“Maybe a little bit,” you tease with a gentle smile. “But I like that about you.”

He gives you a better explanation this time, with the detached nature of a film critic reciting a movie plot. How she came home late and told him out of the blue that she was in love with another man, how he begged and pleaded for her to have some sense, to take things a little more slowly and see reason, how she refused and walked out the door without looking back. How his friends had known all along that their marriage was going to collapse and kept it from him like it was nothing.

“I know you must think I’m so fuckin’ weird, that you’re the first person I think of after losing everyone else,” he chuckles dryly.

“Hey, I’d like to say that we’re close enough to call ourselves friends. Right?”

“I only ever see you here,” he points out with a humorless smile. “But sure.”

“Well, let’s change that then. I don’t have an appointment for an hour, let’s go get some coffee. Some fresh air will do you good.”

In this moment, being his friend feels like the most important thing that you’ve ever done. He’s never needed someone as badly as he does right now,  and for some reason that you can’t explain you’re entirely prepared to take the whole day off just to be there for him in a way that his wife and Peter and Kate were too cowardly for.

Your heart has never ached more for someone than it does as you see the light dying from his eyes, even as he wears a smile and tells you, “Thank you for this, I’m feeling much better.”

It doesn’t scare you, the way you think it should.

At least, until the night of.

And then there’s butterflies swirling in your stomach so violently you think you’re going to puke.

The only thing that really makes it better is when he wraps you up in his arms and tells you, “there’s nothing to worry about, she’s going to love you.”

And you trust him. You trust him more than you trust anyone.

But there’s something to worry about, and it surprises you that he doesn’t realize it. Maybe he’s too encapsulated in this new romance that you have together.

Meeting Ava for the first time is terrifying because you can’t replace Mira. You know that, she knows that, and Mira knows that. Even if Mira doesn’t know of your existence—you haven’t asked Jonathan if he’s told her about you, it doesn’t seem like any of your business—she knows that she could never be replaced.

That’s the upper-hand here, and what you can see from the way that she keeps this marriage dangling by a thread even though she’s the one who left—she wants Jonathan as a back-up plan in case things don’t work out with Poli. And she’s allowed to do so because she will always be his wife, Ava’s mother.

You feel for her. She must be so terrified, so lost, so alone. If she wasn’t hurting Jonathan the way she is, you might even like to be friends with her.

But that’s why this first meeting has so much hinging on it. Because if you appear like you’re attempting to replace Mira—to either Jonathan or Ava—it could be the end.

Of course, Jonathan doesn’t realize that. It’s completely subconscious, but over the last few months together you’ve learned how he works. He’s sensitive and smart and he understands you. But he also understands himself, and what he needs is someone who isn’t another Mira.

You’ve done a remarkable job of that so far, and today could either solidify that or it could ruin you.

When Mira uses your name, it sends a shock of affection through your heart. For Jonathan, of course—for the fact that he cares enough about you to talk about you to his wife.

She pulls you into a hug, which catches you off guard—from everything you’ve heard, you kind of expect her to be a cold and conniving bitch.

But she grins as she looks between you and Jonathan and says, “this is great, I’m really happy for you.”

“Ava, there’s someone really special I want you to meet.”

It warms your heart to see the way Jonathan’s entire face lights up when his daughter walks through the door, clad in a bright pink backpack and tiny sneakers to match.

Ava greets you warmly, although it’s a little apparent that she’s eager to go upstairs and play after a long weekend stuck in her mother’s hotel room.

Mira leaves in a hurry, clearly not keen on sticking around and you don’t blame her. It must hurt, to see Jonathan like this. You can see the regret, the conflict in her eyes. The helplessness.

You wish you would’ve met her under better circumstances.

But it’s a lovely night. Ava seems very excited about the stories you tell of your work, even though the idea of being a hairdresser must be pretty boring to a five-year-old.

But as the evening winds down, you don’t have a single butterfly left in your stomach. They’ve all turned to love and migrated to your heart as you watch Jonathan with his daughter.

“She adores you,” Jonathan tells you after he returns from tucking Ava in for the night. “I was honestly a little worried. Mira said it took a little while for her to warm up to the idea of Poli, so I wasn’t sure how she’d handle meeting you.”

He curls into your side on the couch, rests his head on your chest so you can play with his curls the way you know he loves.

“You really think so? I was really nervous.” You chew your lip as you choose your next words carefully. “Mira seemed… shocked.”

He hums at your words. “She didn’t think it would work out. Which is such bullshit. If she can work with Poli and be happier than she was with me, it shouldn’t be hard to understand that I’m happier with you.”

It makes your breath catch in your throat. You’ve been very careful about not pushing him, not wanting to rush him into anything, and he appreciates your patience. But he doesn’t need it.

He thought it was a little ridiculous, when his therapist told him to start writing three pages first thing in the morning. But he’s grown to love it. It’s a time of introspection, and a time to examine all the change that he’s encountered. And you, by far, are the best part.

Because while he’s conditioned himself to hide a portion of himself away, you let him unload everything on you. Years and years of repressed emotions that he was too scared to give to Mira because she was already dealing with all of her own confusion and depression.

You accept his anxieties and his worries with excitement. Not only because it’s a part of your job—he likes to lovingly refer to you as a “therapist with a razor”—but because you understand. You can relate to so much of what he feels, and you don’t try to pretend when you don’t comprehend something that he’s feeling. Instead, you try to get him to help you understand.

“I love you.”

It’s so quiet that you’re not even sure you really hear it, or if your brain is just giving you what you want.

“Maybe it’s insanity, but I really do,” he continues. “I’ve never felt so much like myself as I do when I’m with you.”

He tilts his head back to look up at you, and you don’t waste a moment to press your lips firmly to his.

“I love you too, Jonathan.”

You scream when you see him.

It makes him jump, but you don’t have the capacity to feel guilty over it because you’re so scared you can’t even breathe.

It was supposed to be ten minutes tops. They would go through everything together and then sign the papers.

You were a little hesitant, when he told you. Because he did tell you about the night that they stayed together, about how they’d almost slept together on the living room floor, but he told you that they hadn’t. That he’d pushed her away.

And maybe part of you was scared, when he mentioned this meeting, that if she propositioned him again he wouldn’t say no. That you’d get a phone call from him saying that they decided to try and work everything out, that you’re not a part of the equation anymore.

But you trust him. He says he loves you, and you believe him.

You’re sobbing into his chest before he even has his coat off, and he’s too stunned to do anything other than stand there and let your tears soak into the fabric of his sweater.

He feels disgusting. You’re crying into the sweater that he fucked his wife in and he just wants to peel all his clothes off and burn them in the backyard.

“What the fuck did she do to you?”

“I deserved it,” he mutters. “I need to get changed.”

“Get in the shower,” you demand softly. He winces a little bit when your hands cup his face to get a better look at the scratches, and all you can do is grimace apologetically. “Jesus, these are deep. Come on, shower. Let me help you clean these up.”

He’s just thankful for any excuse to get out of these fucking clothes.

“What the fuck happened, baby?” It’s gentler when you ask this time—his head tipped back under the stream of the shower so you can wash his hair. It’s not entirely necessary, but you know it brings him comfort. He’s told you it’s his favorite part of sitting in your chair at the salon—when you run your fingers through his hair and wash it with your expert fingers. It’s become his favorite way to unwind after a stressful day.

He takes a deep breath. Then another.

You know everything he’s struggled with in the three years that have passed since Mira left. It’s why this relationship is so special to him—he’s not afraid to tell you every little thing that comes to his mind.

So he knows he has to tell you everything that happened. Even though it’ll break your heart. Because if he keeps it a secret, what’s stopping him from keeping other secrets? And then there’s no transparency, no communication, and suddenly his relationship with you is exactly like his marriage with Mira.

No, he has to tell you. Because like this, there’s at least a chance that you can forgive him. But if he keeps it a secret, he won’t be able to forgive himself for lying to you.

And even worse, if he kept it a secret and you somehow found out?

He doesn’t want to take that chance. He can’t take that chance.

“She was late,” he starts after another deep breath. “Had a meeting with Ackerman. She umm… she got fired. Which she didn’t tell me until later, after we—“

He can’t do it. His tongue goes limp in his mouth and he feels your hands in his hair and he feels like the worst excuse for a human being on the planet.

You’re patient with his retelling of events, giving him a few seconds to continue before you prompt him with a gentle, “After you signed the papers?”

God, how he wishes it was that simple. He wants nothing more than for that to have been all that happened.

“We had sex.”

He’s the smallest man in the world. He’s the size of an ant and he wishes you would step on him and let his corpse wash down the drain.

Your hands rip away from him like his scalp has turned into a hot stove burner.

“What?”

He can’t open his eyes. He can’t bring himself to look at you because he knows that you’re crushed. That your heart is shattering and he won’t be able to live with himself if he sees on your face the hurt that he’s making you feel.

“She was stressed and upset and… it just happened.”

You’re out of the shower in a flash, but not before you turn the water temperature all the way down. Jonathan yelps at the icy water and fumbles for a few seconds before he successfully turns the knob off, and as angry as he wants to be he knows he deserves it.

“It just happened,” you repeat. “Your dick just slid inside her on accident. Fuck you, Jonathan.”

“No, it’s not like that,” he insists, but he knows arguing is futile. He deserves your hatred. “I… I didn’t feel anything.”

You just stare daggers at him, completely dumbfounded.

“I… I know it was wrong. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. But… I didn’t feel a thing for her. All of those feelings that I’ve had, that I’ve been trying to get rid of? They just vanished. Like they were never there at all.”

“And that’s… supposed to make it okay,” you state blankly. “You know what? You need to call the movers. Tell them to take your shit somewhere else because it sure as hell isn’t gonna come here.”

Jonathan’s hands shake as he pulls his towel off of the hook on the wall. He knows this is what he deserves. He cheated on you. It doesn’t matter that he’s still technically married to Mira, because he cheated on you. You, the person who helped him through the darkest time of his life. You, who showed him how relationships should be—how love should be. You, who is always so patient and understanding.

But this isn’t something you can understand. Because you trusted him. You trusted him not to cave to his desires, and he failed you. He failed himself.

“No, honey, please just listen to me.”

He knows he doesn’t deserve to make excuses, doesn’t deserve a chance to explain himself after what he’s done. But he can’t stop himself from trying. Because as desperate as he was to keep Mira from leaving, he’s ten times more desperate to keep you.

“Listen to you?” You laugh coldly. “What is there to listen to, Jonathan? Did you even sign the fucking papers or did you just come here to tell me that it’s over?”

“I don’t want her! I want you!”

He’s never raised his voice at you before, and he regrets it the moment it happens.

“Do not yell at me.” Your jaw is set so firmly that you think you might chip your teeth.

You’re seething and he can see it—can practically see the steam rolling from you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He knew this would happen. Knew it was the most likely possibility. He doesn’t blame you—in your shoes, he’d be furious too. He’d want to leave.

“We signed the papers,” he whispers. “I told her that I didn’t feel anything for her, that I wanted to be with you. She wouldn’t stop crying, trying to get me to stay. She broke up with Poli again and she wants to come home. But it’s too little too late. Because there’s no home for her anymore. And I know she only wants me again because she’s scared to be alone. It’s the same thing that happened last time. And if I didn’t have you, I would let her come back. I’d let her walk all over me and I’d thank her for it.

“But I have you. I have you and I can’t lose you. I’ve never even really been myself until you and if I lose you I’ll lose my fucking mind. I’ll lose myself. You’re the only person I’ve ever felt safe with and I told her that and she beat the shit out of me when I tried to leave. And God help me, I pushed her back and it finally got her to sign the goddamn papers. And I signed them too. And all I could think about the entire time was coming back here and being with you.”

You’re sobbing and shaking and all Jonathan can feel is relief. Relief because you curl into him, bury your face in his chest and wrap your arms so tightly around him that he can barely breathe. Relief because you’re not storming out the door.

It doesn’t fall apart like you think it will.

That’s a lie, technically, because you really don’t expect it to fall apart at all.

How naive you are.

But you can feel him slipping through your fingers, and at first it scares the shit out of you. It feels like your entire world is ending because there’s no way you can lose him after enduring so much with him. After loving him so much.

But then he’s gone.

He makes excuses, like how it was the wrong time to get into a relationship, that he was probably subconsciously using you as a way to work through the grief—as a way to get back at Mira. And that’s not fair to you, so he needs to leave before he keeps doing it.

They’re just excuses. They’re cardboard boxes disguised as cinderblocks.

It hurts less because you saw it coming months ago. This relationship, this love, has been on a ventilator for more than a season. But that doesn’t make it stop hurting entirely.

Your heart breaks for Ava as you’re packing your things up in boxes. She finally had some stability with you and her father in one home, she was finally starting to feel back to normal, and now she’s losing it again.

You feel as if you’ve failed her.

You’ve all failed her, in a way. You and Jonathan and Mira and Poli.

It’s a few months again before you see him. You move to the other side of town, start a new job at a new salon. It feels right to have a fresh start after losing four years of your life.

And then he walks through the door and the paper walls you’ve built and labeled as your new normal come crashing down.

He says he’s been invited to give a TED Talk. He needs to look completely immaculate and you’re the only person he trusts with his hair.

You want to tell him not to get hit by the door on his way out.

Instead, your mouth tells him to sit down in your chair.

“I’ve missed you,” he hums when your fingers card through his curls, and you want to scream at him. To tell him how unfair it is that he had to show up and destroy every semblance of ordinary you’ve built over the past few months.

“Did you lose my number?” There’s a bit of venom in your words, and you’re sure he hears it, but he’s gracious enough to ignore it.

He clears his throat awkwardly, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you. “Nope, no, just… didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

“I didn’t.” I don’t is what you meant to say, and you repeat over and over in your head that you should correct yourself, but with each passing moment you realize that it’s going to be increasingly more awkward to say so after such a long pause so you don’t say it at all.

“But you do now?” There’s hope in his voice, and you should squish it like a bug while you can.

Instead, your mouth betrays you. “That remains to be seen.”

You want to scream at yourself. Want to tell yourself that this didn’t work the first time and it won’t work now. That he doesn’t really love you, he just loves having support—he loves not being alone.

You’re still screaming at yourself mentally when he takes you out for coffee the next day.

“I think I was too… hasty,” he tells you. “And I… honestly, I’m amazed you’re even sitting across from me right now. I know I have no right to try and explain anything about what happened to you.”

You want to agree, to tell him that he and his explanations can go to hell. Instead, you close your mouth and let him keep talking.

“I’m scared to be in a relationship right now. And I’m scared to be alone. I just… I never knew that at forty-four years old I’d feel so lost. I think I had my life more together when I was in high school.” He chuckles at that, looks up and sees the lack of a smile on your face. He clears his throat before he continues. “I’m scared that… that I’ll lose you the way I lost Mira. And I know that’s not a reason to push you away, that’s a reason to communicate and talk about my feelings with you, but I—“

You silence his rambling by carefully setting your palm over his on top of the table, and it shuts him up immediately. He never thought he’d feel your touch again and it renders him completely speechless.

“If you can’t trust me to talk about what you’re feeling, if you can’t trust me to help you through this… there’s no point in us even being here, Jonathan.” You let out a deep sigh after a few seconds because he’s not saying anything and with each passing second of silence it feels like another inch of your relationship’s grave is being dug. “I just don’t get why you waited so long. Why didn’t you do this years ago?”

“Because I needed you.”

“But you don’t need me now.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He exhales deeply as he runs his hands over his face, and now that you’re pausing to take a good look at him you can see all the exhaustion. All the confusion. It’s bleeding off of him like a bad odor and it breaks your heart.

A part of you doesn’t know if you can handle being swept into his exhaustion and confusion again.

And even worse, a part of you wants to. You want to take his misery and help him carry it because it’s crushing him alive and you want to ease the burden.

But part of you knows that it’s just too heavy and if you try to get under it with him it’ll just crush you too.

So this is the choice you must make: do you watch it consume him and walk away perfectly fine, or do you try to help—knowing that you’ll fail—just so he doesn’t go down alone?

It’s the ultimate moral question. One that he’d find very fascinating if he wasn’t the main part of the equation.

But the horrible, ugly truth is that you love him. You love him and even if he doesn’t love you, if he’s incapable of feeling anything towards you, there’s no way you can be an innocent bystander while he’s crushed alive. You don’t care if you’d be better off parting ways and wishing him luck. It’ll eat you alive if you don’t at least try for him.

Falling asleep in the same bed again feels like a death sentence.

It also feels like the first time you’ve truly been alive since you left.

.

THE END

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Lee Taeyong - One Shot

Pairing: Female Reader (photographer) x Lee Taeyong (idol)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings: oral (f/m) | fingering (f) | penetration | protected sex | squirt | manhandling | finger sucking

Synopsis: Who would have thought that doing a photo shoot with NCT would lead you to stay after your working hours in a room alone with Taeyong...

You were already asleep when you got a call from your boss. One of the photographers who would be working tomorrow had gotten sick and he needed you to go to work in her place. You had been hired a few months ago, but you hadn't worked on any major projects yet, even though your experience in the field is impeccable. He asked you to arrive early tomorrow at the film set and your colleague would explain all the work. You were so excited, it would be your first opportunity to show your talent, whatever job it was.

You could barely sleep and ended up waking up earlier than you needed to. You chose a comfortable outfit, pants and shirt, ate your favorite breakfast, did some very basic makeup, highlighting your cute lips, and went out to the photo set. The day was beautiful with a very blue sky and a shining sun. It was almost 10 am when you arrived at the luxurious hotel where the photos would be. At the entrance, your colleague was waiting for you with an iced coffee in each hand. You greeted each other quickly, thanking her for the coffee, and headed into the hotel, picking up your credentials at the lobby. On the way to the main hall, she explained to you that they would have a big crew today because they were going to photograph a famous K-pop group, NCT127. Each photographer would be responsible for one of them during the individual photos, and the photos would be taken in a hotel room according to the aesthetic that each one wanted. She told you that you would be responsible for Taeyong, the leader of the group. You were shocked. You were just replacing the sick photographer and were you responsible for none other than the GROUP LEADER? “Don't worry, he's an experienced idol. He'll help you with whatever you need. He's also a sweetheart, rest assured”, she said, patting your arm. You sighed in relief. You need to do your best today to take your best pictures. You knew Taeyong and how perfect he was in the photos. His features were sharp and his gaze was deep, the best set for a good model.

It didn't take long for all the photographers and directors to arrive, preparing their cameras, lights and scenery, reviewing the positions and space around them. The beats of their music echoed faintly through the hall. You heard rumbles coming from the entrance to the hall and turned to see what was going on. The boys had arrived along with their security guards and managers. They were mostly in sweats and comfortable clothes, clearly without the luxurious outfits prepared for the photos. Some messy hair, sleepy eyes and yawns accompanied their expression, but that didn't stop you from noticing how beautiful they were. Extremely beautiful. They were talking to each other, sipping their coffee, laughing and settling down next to the staff members. The blonde one, Taeyong, stood in front of them, ceasing their conversation. They greeted all of the staff, bowing and smiling. The director took the lead and made the general introductions. "We will have a team responsible for each member to optimize the work today. Please direct each member to their workstation to begin preparations". He called one name at a time, redirecting the boys to their teams. The makeup artists and hairdressers started to work, preparing their looks according to the references they had received. You stood a little away from him, a little embarrassed, holding your camera. You didn't want to take pictures of him without makeup, respecting his personal space, so you waited until the stylists had finished. He was perfect now, with his hair straight and his makeup done. Soft pink lips emphasized the shape. He was fiddling with his cell phone, waiting for the moment to go change. You approached slowly. “Hi Mr. Lee… I’m Y/n. I am your photographer today”, you introduced yourself, bending a little and unable to look at him. “Hey! Nice to meet you.”. You raised your eyes a little to see him. He was smiling and waving his hand. “I didn't know you. Are you new here?”, he asked. “Yes… Hm… I'm replacing a colleague who couldn't come”, you answered, squeezing your camera in your hands. “If you have any questions or need help, just ask me, okay?”, he smiled and got up to go dress up. You breathed a sigh of relief. You were very nervous and hadn't even realized you weren't breathing properly. He seemed very kind and that made you more relieved.

The group photos were quick. The boys were very professional, they knew exactly what to do, where to look and how to position their bodies. They were very comfortable with the production, playing games with each other but not disturbing each other's work. Everyone's attention was focused on them, always going to fix some hair that was out of place, or some slightly smudged makeup. Words of encouragement from the photographers only made them more excited. You were always watching Taeyong. You needed to learn how he looked at the camera, what angles he preferred and how he liked to pose for pictures. He was the one who looked most comfortable among them all. He wore burgundy pants and a shiny leather jacket, no shirt. Sometimes your eyes locked, making your whole body heat up, and eventually you would shyly look away.

Everyone had lunch at the hotel restaurant and then went to the individual sets. All lights and equipment were mounted. The rooms weren't very big, but the staff was downsized now so you wouldn't have a problem with that. The room had a bed by the window, a sofa across the room, and a rug with wave patterns. The pale colors contrasted with Taeyong's clothes.

Individual photos took longer. Taeyong always stopped to look at the result in the notebook, giving suggestions for light, for angles, praising your photos. You were getting more and more comfortable with him, laughing at the jokes and daring to get closer. “It's almost 7 PM, we should start wrapping up”, you said. He looked at you. “I really want to try some other poses and angles. Y/n, can you stay up a little later?” he asked and you nodded quickly. It was your most important job so far and you would make the most of it. “We won't need the production. You all can go. These photos will be for my personal project. Thank you so much for your hard work today”. He said, turning to the rest of the staff. They thanked and bowed, starting to pack their things and leave the room. You were very happy that he asked you to take more photos for his personal project. So he liked your work, right? You were enjoying working with him too. The conversation and exchange of ideas flowed easily. You quickly understood what he wanted and could reproduce it with your clicks. You had good chemistry together. “I'm going to go down and get my stuff from downstairs and from there we can start, ok?”, you said, opening the door and heading for the elevator. You were very excited... and a little nervous about being alone in a room with him. Quickly grabbing your extra lights and lenses, you went back to the hotel room, thinking of all the angles that could be made there. You knocked on the door before entering. Taeyong had his notebook open, sitting on the couch. The room was cozier now that all the lights were out and there wasn't a lot of equipment in the corners. “I ordered drinks and some snacks for us. We can relax a little while I explain to you what I thought for these photos.”, he said as you put your things down by the couch, sitting on the bed in front of him. “Oh thank you! So… Tell me a little about your project, please”, you asked him. His eyes were shining as he told you about his new album that he produced himself. He was thinking about taking photos to promote digitally. A sexier concept as his songs were very intimate. You really liked everything. He had a very artistic mind and he spoke in a very emotional way.

The snacks arrived and you thanked them, you were starving. At some point you sat next to him on the couch while he showed you pictures he liked, so you could follow the concept. You both finished eating and you got up, “How do you want to start? Maybe on the couch?”, he nodded, crossing his legs and leaning on the sofa, his tiger look appearing again. His duality was incredible. Super cute and adorable off camera, but extremely irresistible on them. His poses were great and you always praised him between them, cheering him on. He lay on his back on the couch, letting his arm fall over the edge, looking directly at you through the camera lens. This was the best photo of the night, for sure. He sat, legs closed, back laying on the couch. If you were your camera right now, you would be melted by his gaze. “Can you take one up close?”, he asked. You positioned yourself very close to his legs, leaning forward to get as close as possible, trying to balance. “You can put your legs around mine. That’s okay”. You did as he said, timidly opening your legs and getting closer to him, his legs between yours. He lay a little more on the couch, flirting with the lenses. Or with you? You didn't know anymore at that point. You tried to get a little closer, but you lost your balance, falling forward. He quickly put his hands around your waist, holding you, making you sit in his lap. “Are you ok?”, he asked. You were so embarrassed, your cheeks were burning. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Thank you”, you whispered. You didn't try to get up and he didn't move either. His hands still gripping your waist, holding you in place. “Maybe a photo this close will be good”, he murmured, lightly squeezing his hands on you. You quickly raised the camera. You thanked you for not having to look him in the eye, but being able to see him through the lens was a really amazing view. You clicked several times, trying to capture the most of the moment. You tightened your thighs around him, getting closer. His hands gently moved down your legs as his gaze traveled over your entire body. He bit his lower lip when you whispered a compliment, letting his head fall back, panting softly. He was enjoying the whole moment, just like you. You took his chin between your fingers and pushed it up, making him face the camera. Your thumb lightly scraping the bitten lip as he opened it slightly. Lowering the camera, you glared into his eyes, pushing your finger slowly between his lips, testing the waters. You let a low moan escape as he ran his tongue over your finger, circling slowly and then closing his lips around it.

Taeyong was so sexy already totally drunk with pleasure underneath you, with labored breathing and huge pupils dilated by arousal. You could almost feel him melt under your touch, giving himself completely. Was this really happening? Or did you hit your head in the elevator and this is all just your mind's creation? The questioning passed quickly when you felt a sharp bite on your finger, pulling you back to reality. Yes, he was there, deliciously sucking your finger like it was the tastiest candy he'd ever had. Putting the camera to one side entirely, you looked deep into his eyes, lifting your head with a defiant look as your fingers tightened inside his mouth, forcing him to open it. He took a deep breath before suddenly grabbing you around the waist and pulling you close to his chest, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto his chest completely, bracing both your hands on the couch behind him. You felt him pushing his hips up against yours just before your lips met. His lips were colder than yours, giving you goosebumps. Quickly devouring each other, the kiss became extremely hot as your tongues twisted against each other, tasting the sweet needy taste. You slipped your hand from his chest, past his neck, into his blonde hair, tangling your fingers in, pressing your mouths even closer, deepening the kiss. A purr resonated through his chest, leaving you extremely excited. He was so responsive to your actions, melting at any gesture, especially when you showed dominance over him.

You let your head fall back, leaving your neck free, guiding Taeyong to kiss you there. Despite the strength of your hand in his hair, he took his time kissing your jaw until he reached the base of your neck, biting and licking near your collarbone. His hands moved up from your hips, working their way under your shirt, reaching the base of your breasts. His hands weren't big, but they hugged your ribs as best they could. Running his hands down your back until he reached your shoulders, he pressed you down, against your prominent volume growing inside his pants, kissing the valley between your breasts through your shirt. You can do nothing but sigh. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, letting Taeyong sink between your breasts, kissing them through the lace of your bra as his deft hands opened it from behind. He pulled back for a moment as he slipped the straps over your shoulder, letting the bra fall between you, quickly tossing it to the side. Admiring your bare breasts, he cupped them both in his hands, massaging them gently, playing with your nipples between his fingers, lightly squeezing, earning a moan from you. Looking deep into your eyes, he brought his pink lips near to your nipple, pressing the tip of his tongue around it before capturing it with his mouth. The other one was being pinched and twirled between his fingers. You could feel your arousal making you wet, pooling in the fabric of your panties. You pressed your hips against his, trying to feel him hard against your clothed core.

You were startled when he quickly flipped you over with your back to the couch, sitting you down and pulling your hips closer to the edge. He found the waistband of your pants and pulled it with his fingers along with your panties, leaving you totally naked. His eyes ran all over your body, burning through every part they passed. Spreading your legs, he positioned in the middle as he sought your lips for another hot kiss. He was still fully dressed and it made you a little embarrassed to be undressed. You took advantage of the fact that he was close and started to open the buttons on his leather coat as he sucked your tongue and left bites on your lips. He helped you finish taking off his coat, throwing it somewhere in the room. He took a moment for you to look at him between your legs, standing up, and appreciate his gorgeous torso, now exposed since he wasn't wearing any shirt. He knelt gracefully between your legs, still looking into your eyes, and placed his hands on the inner part of your thigh, forcing you to spread your legs even further so that he could fit his broad shoulders between them. He brought his lips too close to your wet folds, but he didn't touch, just laid there, breathing hot, making you feel how close he was from your core. You grabbed his hair and forced his head against you, which he gladly accepted, flattening his tongue on your cunt. It didn't take long before he was devouring you hungrily, licking up all of your liquid, sucking on your clit and twisting his tongue around it. It felt great and you moaned his name under your breath, trying not to yell at all the neighbors to hear. You felt your orgasm approaching and began to roll your hips, rubbing yourself against his tongue. You couldn't help when your back arched and the wave of heat spilled over your whole body. He didn't stop sucking on your clit, prolonging the sensation of pleasure as your body writhed with each movement. When the sensation started to get painful from overstimulation, he slipped two fingers inside your wet interior, starting to move them curved, reaching the most sensitive point. You were about to ask him to stop when you felt another orgasm coming. His fingers worked fast in and out of your pussy, rubbing your g-spot with precision, while his mouth kissed your super sensitive clit. You felt an incredible pressure taking hold of your uterus, as if your bladder were suddenly too full. You tried to close your legs, but he held you tight, looking you in the eyes, daring you to stay there. You were hit by a high-speed train when your second orgasm came too quickly compared to the previous one. “Fuck…”, you yelled as you heard the louder and wet noises spreading through the room as Taeyong guided you through your moment of ecstasy. When you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “God…that was really hot…”, he said, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking each one until there was no juices left. You looked at your legs and saw that they were much wetter than usual. It's been a long time since you last had a squirt. And you were sure this wasn't the first time he's done this with a woman.

You saw his other hand rubbing the volume down his pants. He made you feel so good and now you wanted to return the favor. “Get up”, you asked, signaling with your finger. He immediately got up. Small dark stains covered the front of his burgundy pants, hit by your juices. Both of his hands were clasped behind his back, puffing out his chest and taking a deep breath, waiting for you. You reached for the button on his pants, undoing it slowly as you teased him with your gaze. You slid the zipper down at a slow pace, anticipating your touch on his cock. He was wearing black boxers, which fit perfectly against his body, showing the design of his hard member constrained by the fabric. You dropped his pants on his feet. Taking a firm grip on his ass and squeezing, you brought your lips close to his still-covered volume, sliding your lips over his length. You earned a sigh of appreciation. He didn't tease you, so you wouldn't tease him either. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, freeing his hard cock. He was wet with pre-cum, glistening in the bedroom light, inviting your mouth to suck it. You took it in your hand, being careful not to put too much pressure, and brought the tip to your lips, giving light kisses around it as you looked at him. His eyes sparkling with anticipation when you stuck your tongue out, gently circling, collecting the pre-cum to taste it. He was so sweet you almost couldn't believe it. You put his whole head in your mouth and increased the pressure on your hand, making him moan louder than before. Sliding down to the end of its length and back, feeling it hit the back of your throat, you started to suck it, your other hand mimicking your movements, but to the opposite side. When your head twisted to the right as you swallowed his length, your hand met twisting to the left. He was moaning hard from pleasure, making you feel proud of your perfect blowjob. You were determined to make him come in your mouth, so you took his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them back and forth as you deepthroated his entire length. You were about to go back when you felt his hand pressing your head further, keeping his cock in your hot throat. You couldn't fight the gag reflex, but he pulled back your head, freeing your throat so you could breathe.

Your lips were all wet with saliva, as was his dick. He pulled your head, making you look at him. "Please… I don't want to come yet…", he begged between sighs. You stood up, hugging his defined waist, quickly spinning him around, causing him to lose his balance and land on the couch. You sat on his lap, positioning your needy pussy on top of his hard cock. Resting your hands on his chest, you started grinding his entire length with your wet folds. He took hold of your hips and helped guide the movement, rolling his eyes back at the wonderful feeling it was like to have you slide past him. “Do you have a condom?”, you asked. He was a little bewildered with pleasure and looked a little startled by the question. “Y-yes…”, he replied, quickly reaching into his wallet and pulling one out. You barely waited for him to finish putting on as you positioned yourself with your entrance to the head of his cock, taking advantage that he was holding it up.

You slid painfully slowly across his length, watching his gaze fixed on where he disappeared inside you. You both moaned low as you reached the end, waiting until your tight walls got used to his size. He cupped both of your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth and kissing it as if it were your lips. You started to roll your hips with his dick deep inside you. “Fuck…”, you both whispered. You couldn't keep it that way for long, so you got up until it almost came out of you, and sank down again. You kept the rhythm steady, enjoying the pleasure inside you. Your brain still didn't seem to process the fact that you were fucking none other than Taeyong. He was really perfect, like he came out of an anime. And he was enjoying being there with you… it made you even more turned out. He started to move his hips too, slamming against you harder, pushing even deeper. You couldn't hold back a shriek of pleasure as it hit so deep you could have sworn you'd feel pain there tomorrow. He kept it deep and strong, the thrusts getting more and more sloppy while the two of you were a moaning mess. Both bodies tense feeling the orgasm approaching, labored breathing filling the room with gasps of air. Grabbing the hair at the back of his head and forcing him away from your sensitive nipple, you captured his lips with yours, still tasting your own juice on his tongue. You could feel your walls tightening and his cock throbbing. You stopped bouncing on him, just focusing on kissing his mouth, but he held your hips in the air, giving him room to move under you, pushing his cock deeper and faster with harder and harder. You dropped your head at the base of his neck, moaning not so low his name as he nibbled and sucked on your neck, increasing your pleasure even further. “Fuck, Taeyong… I’m so close… Please, don’t stop”, you begged this time, holding tight his body against yours. Your words made him fuck you even faster, moaning in a low tone countless curses in your ear. Your orgasm erupted as he licked and bit your earlobe, giving you shivers all over your body, followed by the tingling sensation. Your walls squeezed his cock hard inside you, sucking him in with your pussy. He couldn’t hold it any longer and he's bursted all of his cum into the condom, deep inside you. He didn't stop moving in and out until you were both almost starting to feel pain from overstimulation.

You lay there cuddled together as your bodies rested, restoring your breathing rhythm and heartbeat. This all still didn't feel real. You just had the best sex of your life with… him. You were awakened from your thoughts by his voice in your ear. “Can we take a shower together?”, he asked, his voice so soft he didn't sound like the same person from a few minutes ago. “Only if you wash my hair for me…”, you joked. “Okay, I can do that”, he smiled. He helped you to your feet and went to the bathroom and started getting ready for the shower. “I'll order us something to eat if you don't mind. I'm hungry and I believe you are too”. You nodded as you wrapped yourself in the robe that was in the bedroom. He was being so adorable and caring. In fact, you wouldn't expect him to just send you away after having melted under your touch so easily. He was a gentleman and he was making you feel special right now.

The shower was fun and he let you do various hairstyles with the shampoo bubbles in his hair. Also the timing was perfect. As soon as you guys got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your hotel robes, the food he ordered arrived in your room. Both of you ate while he told stories about behind the scenes in the clips and funny situations with other members of the group. He was so easy to talk to and give you pleasure that you could easily fall in love...

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