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Worth The Wait

LEVIXREADER! Working for the hit T.V show, Attack on Titan has truly given you many memories and opportunities. You knew you got along with your Co-Star, Levi Ackerman, a bit different than everybody else. The question was, did he notice it too? _______ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ♫ lover - taylor swift ❝ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪʀᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀᴛ❞

You were four years old when you got your first acting gig. It was a commercial for a clothing brand that you've long forgotten; to say you'll never forget what it soon brought you later on is an understatement.

The grandeur of Oscar night welcomes you the moment you step onto the red carpet, the flashes of cameras and people calling out your name create a symphony of blinding lights, and clicks, with overbearing noise you can't quite make out.

Your assistant guides you and your "plus one" (a teasing nickname that arose when someone recognized you and not Levi when grabbing lunch), who just is your co-star and closest friend; Levi Ackerman, past the shouts of photographers trying to capture a moment of two well-known actors for Attack on Titan's critical acclaim.

To say Attack On Titan wasn't a huge hit was an insulting statement. It's proved itself by its many awards won over the years. It's bringing home one or more Oscars tonight to sit pretty for the rest to celebrate.

But for you, the real turmoil churns inside your stomach and into your already existing nerves as you await the category of Best Supporting Actress—your category.

Working with the cast who's seen you grow as an actor, most importantly; a person from the start is enough fulfillment for you. To share experiences that are one of a household is short of a blessing.

But when you heard the news you were nominated for an Oscar, nothing could've prepared you for the rush of emotions that was to come. With the satisfaction you already gained with Attack On Titan; being considered to be a real winner was the cherry on top.

The famous show has been your haven for years now. It's where your career took one for the books; where your name became one familiar. You remember your first day on set, the bundle of anxiety that sat in your stomach and never quite left until you got to understand the people you would be calling your family in interviews.

One person clicked differently from the rest. Levi Ackerman is someone you'd consider a best friend or even more. To be real, you couldn't even figure out your feelings for yourself, which led you to swear you'd never admit it due to sheer embarrassment. Plus, it seems quite scandalous to have a "crush" on a co-star you've been so dear with.

It never stopped the fans though.

They have long picked up on the chemistry between you two, both on-screen and off. Your characters, connect in ways of war, along with the unspoken tension that fans adore. You weren't complaining since it brought more media attention, but the cast always had a field day when an interviewer brought it up.

Long over the years of working together, your bond became inseparable. Close moments in the set transcribed to real life with the both of you.

Meeting him for the first time is always a funny story since both of you seemed to hold distaste for the other. When you sucked up the courage to confront him at his trailer as to why he hated you so much, you received a dumbfounded look. With crossed arms, he claimed, "I thought you hated me, so I just assumed you wanted space."

You two become closer and closer from that day on. Not to boost his ego—but his presence alone is a force in itself. The familiarity of his nearness is a comfort you've latched onto.

And, with the way you're latched onto his arm, grip tightening as the minutes fly by, anyone could pick up a clue.

You've been grasping his arm for who knows how long, but not a word of complaint has come from Levi yet. You feel bad, but your nerves are a title wave compared to the guilt.

Levi, ever the calm, senses how tense you are as he stares. "Just breathe," he whispers, leaning close enough that his words only reach your ear in the chaos.

You feel his breath grazing your neck, before pulling away with a soft nod; making sure his comforting words reach you. With a brief nod, you continue being directed to your seats.

As you and the cast find your seats, located in the middle with fancy chairs and decorum; you thank every high being you can think of when you see your name tag, then Levi's name, sitting right next to you.

"Oh no, look who's sitting next to me," Confused, you look to see Hange pulling in her chair as she sits. Levi, noticing your gaze, nudges your shoulder to redirect your stare. Following it, you find yourself looking back at your name.

"Shut up," You mumble, releasing the hold you have on his arm to smack him slightly, in return he gives you a grin.

Being sat at one of the tables, in the Dolby Theatre, is as surreal as it might sound. You can't take your eyes off the gravitating stage. You wonder if you'll be standing up there in a bit.

As the night progresses, the time for Best Supporting Actress draws near. You haven't moved from your seat in the dim glow of the theater, too hot and overwhelmed. Levi's hand finds yours again under the table, his grip firm. It feels different this time, probably considering how you're holding his hand rather than grasping onto his forearm.

From the corner of your eye, you can see him watching you, not bothering to watch what's happening on the big stage. "No matter what happens, we celebrate tonight," he assures you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I think that's just an excuse for drinking." With a suppressed laugh and a smile matching Levi's, he gives you a snarky glare, he responds with a "watch out" kind of look, and a squeeze of his hand.

The lights dim and brighten, continuing the show even though you feel stuck in one. In this grand theatre, spotlighting the famous and the influential, there you are, seated next to Levi, your hand clasped tightly in his.

It's comical to think about.

As the category for Best Supporting Actress shows up in big bold letters, your heart pounds like it's trying to beat right out of your chest. You can practically hear your blood pumping.

You're nominated this is it; is what goes through your mind over and over, and the reality is as daunting as it is thrilling.

Your palm sweats against Levi's, but he gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. When you glance at him, he offers you a small, confident nod, as if he knows a secret you don't.

The presenter takes the stage, envelope in hand, and the murmur of the room hushes. "And now," the presenter begins, her voice echoing throughout the grand auditorium, "the nominees for Best Supporting Actress."

Your heart skips a beat as your face appears on the screen, a well-known clip from Attack on Titan, Season Four. It shows an emotional moment, a scene that took you weeks to prepare for; and fuck did you do it well, the tears pouring down your face add to the dramatics.

You can hear your cast and others cheer and clap, long before it's interrupted by another face, one of your competitors.

In your peripheral vision, you can see a cameraman waltz towards you, ready to get your reaction to who wins the Oscar. Hopefully, the tablecloths are long.

Your heart pounds in your ears, drowning out the next few moments until the sharp sound of your name cuts through, clear and irrevocable. "And the Oscar goes to. . .,"

The presenter takes so long to open the envelope, to the point where you don't care who wins or loses. You want the anticipation to be over with.

With a tiny cough to clear up her voice, the presenter's voice is loud and clear and she presses her lips close to the mic. ". . . with Attack on Titan!"

At first, you don't even hear your name. Not even realizing you won, you open your closed eyes; that you didn't know were shut, to see multiple eyes staring right at you, the camera now shoved into your face.

A surge of disbelief washes over you, followed swiftly by adrenaline that rockets through your veins. As reality sets in, tears well up in your waterline, a few escape, running down to meet makeup that took your stylist a good hour.

You can't care though, it's a testament to the journey and the struggles that brought you here.

You can't even get up from your seat at first, you just sit trying to process this tremendous wave of emotions. You look to the left of you to see that Levi is already feet before you, his applause thunderous, joined by the cheers of your peers.

As you stand, overwhelmed, he reaches out, cupping your checks gently wiping away your tears with a laugh. "Hey, no tears now, get up there," he teases gently, pulling you into a hug, as you choke up a laugh and hold him right, slightly rocking the both of you right to left.

Letting go of the warmth of his embrace, you give him a smile, ear to ear; hoping it can express the amount of gratitude you hold for him in this moment.

Moving from your seat to approach other members of the cast you love, you hug and thank each one of them that's near as they shout congratulations at you. You know your time is limited; you give one final hug to Armin who's in your reach before speed walking towards the stage.

Making your way up where your face is plastered and a few new clips play, your dress falls long behind you as you rush up the steps, making quick work but not enough to trip and fall over your heels. Walking up to the presenter, you first greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. With a few words of congrats, she hands you the award.

Its solid weight feels real in your hands, it's something you'd never imagine having the privilege to hold let alone have. It'll forever be a tangible reminder of the years of hard work and passion you've poured into your career.

Approaching the microphone, you look out at the sea of faces—some familiar, some not—all smiling at you. There's so so so many people, is all you can think of as you release a sigh.

"Wow, um," you let out a laugh, wiping down the tears that continue to flow down. You pause, taking in the light that beams down before you start your speech.

"I honestly don't even know where to start. Thank you so much to the Academy for this incredible honor, to our director, and the amazing cast and crew of Attack on Titan. This is a dream I've never dared to dream."

You pause, collecting your thoughts and the courage to articulate the depth of your gratitude. That's when it hits you.

Your eyes scan the crowd until they rest on Levi. "And I need to say a special thank you to my co-star, Levi Ackerman," you continue, your voice already starting to crack. "Levi, you have been my rock through this entire journey. On-screen, you challenge me to push harder, and off-screen, you keep me sane. I can honestly say I wouldn't be standing here without your friendship and support. Thank you for being so, so amazing."

With a side glance, you see the camera cut from you to Levi, capturing his slight blush and proud smile, expressions that send another wave of cheers through the audience.

"Most importantly, my family and friends. I can't make up the words to describe all my love for you. My parents, who supported me always, and my siblings who even though always tense me," you smile at the memories, "were the ones always there. And as always, the fans. I would never be here without all of you, I love each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart!"

As you finish your speech, the crowd erupts into applause. The noise is so loud, and with the few people yelling their hearts out, it's a moment of realization that this is real. You feel a hot blush rising your neck as you take a few bows, before hushing off backstage.

You are greeted with a glass of champagne, as camera crews gather around, calling your name in all different directions to try and snap a photo of you still holding the Oscar before you take off for interviews.

There, it seems like a press conference. More people are there than before, and many of them are out with microphones and notepads already prepared. You hear a few clicks of photos being taken as you answer questions, but you can't help but laugh when they ask about Levi and the special shoutout you gave him. "I had to give what was due," was your answer.

Finally being released, you're escorted backstage to your seat, in doing so, a few give you bright smiles and nods of compliments for your win. You return them all with smiley whites.

As you arrive back at your table, some of the members of your cast excitingly greet you, reaching out their hands with yours to give praise.

When the previous moments seem to have died down, you can focus on Levi. Who's been patiently waiting for his turn. When your eyes fall on him, you know the words before it comes out of his mouth.

"Told you," he murmurs, as he takes your free hand in his, his pride in you shining brightly. "I still can't believe it," as he places both of your hands onto his lap, you take the next step to intertwine them.

You don't know what his reaction was to it, since you looked away as soon as you made the move, embarrassment written across your features. You feel accomplished when he doesn't show any sign of breaking it.

Levi leans over, whispering, "How does it feel, Oscar-winning actress?"

You chuckle, a light, bubbly sound that matches the champagne bubbles you'd enjoyed earlier. "It feels like I'm dreaming. Don't let me wake up, okay?"

Levi's response is a soft, genuine laugh. "I won't. We're just getting started, you know."

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The shots you took with Connie, Sasha, and Jean are taking a toll on your body now. You feel tipsy, well that's what you're hoping. It's not that dizzy, but the occasional bumping into people/things and apologizing with slurred words shows you're not sober.

As the glittering after-party unfolds around you, the music thrumming and laughter echoing under the luxurious chandeliers,

You can feel someone's intense gaze fixated on you. When you move your eyes to search for the culprit, you find Levi's eyes rock hard on you.

Realizing you're now straight directly at him, he excuses himself from a group of producers and makes his way to you. Your heart races a bit, a reaction you're still getting used to despite the months of filming together.

"Need some air?" he asks, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as if he can read your mind. Without waiting for your reply, he nods toward a quieter balcony area. You follow, grateful for a break from the overwhelming crowd.

The cool night air is a welcoming relief, the city lights below providing a soft, romantic backdrop that you try not to read too much into.

The cold air feels blissful as it hits your skin, you know you should have something to cover yourself, but the feelings to nice to let go. Plus, the way Levi's aligned shoulder to shoulder with you making his body height seep onto yours, you know you can last a few more moments here.

Yet, there's an undeniable tension at the moment, made clearer when Levi turns to you with a look of admiration. "You did amazing tonight, by the way. That speech was something else."

You smile, touched by his words. Trying to hide the obvious attempt of panic, you knew he was going to bring up the shoutout you gave him. You just didn't know if you were ready to face it. "I was just speaking from the heart. But thank you, Levi. I couldn't have gotten through tonight without you."

He nods, his gaze lingering on yours. "It's not just tonight. You know that, right? You've got this energy about you. It's like—infectious, and makes everyone around better. Made me better."

His words seem to send a shock through your body as you slowly digest his words. As silence warps around the two of you, you quickly change the subject in hopes he won't can't a glimpse of your body becoming suspiciously flush.

"Remember that time during filming when Sasha accidentally set fire to the catering tent?" you ask, a fond smile playing on your lips.

You turn your head from the view to look at Levi. Who has yet to say a word in the comfortable silence, keeping his eyes fixed on you? He snaps out of it quickly, seeming startled by your words before making his face fall back into one normal.

His lips quirk into a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "How could I forget?" he replies, a hint of laughter in his voice. "It took hours to put out the flames, and poor Hange nearly lost their eyebrows in the process."

As your laughter begins to subside, Levi's expression turns thoughtful, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Remember that time during the blooper reel when Marco accidentally tripped over his own feet and knocked over the entire set?"

The memory hits you like a wave, and you can't help but burst into laughter, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Oh my gosh, yes!" you gasp between fits of laughter. "And then Petra tried to save him, but ended up falling on top of him instead!"

Levi joins in your laughter, the sound filling the air with a warmth that seems to wrap around you like a comforting embrace. And as you both stare at each other, a few tears of laughter streaming down your faces, you realize just how lucky you are to have someone like Levi by your side—someone who knows you inside and out, who can make you laugh even in the darkest of times, and who is always there to wipe away your tears, whether they're from laughter or something else entirely.

The moment stretches between you, filled with unspoken words and hints of tension that seem to hang in the air like a delicate tapestry, woven from the threads of friendship and maybe something underlying more. As Levi's hand brushes away the tear from your cheek, you reminisce from when he cupped your cheek when facing the shock of winning.

You feel a fluttering in your chest, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the cool night air as you feel your eyelids become jaded.

His touch lingers, the pad of his thumb tracing a gentle path along your cheekbone, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes now fluttering closed at the sensation.

His other hand finds its way sneaking to your waist, pulling you softly a fraction closer, and you feel the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of your dress.

With a shy, tentative smile, you reach up as your hazy eyes open to meet his. Your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his jet-black hair. The gesture is instinctual, a silent invitation that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

Yeah, you'd had your hands in his hair for multiple shots in Attack on Titan, and as much as it was a familiar feeling, it was one way more intimate.

Levi's eyes darken slightly at the touch, his gaze dropping to your lips before flickering back up to meet yours, seeking permission with his eyes.

You can feel your heart pound in your chest as you nod, the movement barely exaggerated but enough to convey your consent. And then, finally, he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels warm; it was worth the wait.

It starts slow, a gentle exploration of lips and breath, each touch sending sparks flying through you like fireworks. You can't think of anything but him, Levi, and how his lips touch yours.

His hand cups your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring, while the other settles at the small of your back, drawing you closer until there's barely an inch of space between you.

The kiss deepens, fueled by a growing hunger that seems to consume you both, a fire that burns brighter with each passing moment. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, while his grip on your waist tightens, anchoring you to him as if afraid to let go.

The both of you pause for a moment, catching your breath but not making any move to interrupt the position you're in. As Levi grips your waist tightly, he pulls you in for a kiss.

For a moment, the world falls away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a bubble of time and space, a universe unto yourselves where nothing else matters except the warmth of each other's touch and the softness of each other's lips.

You slightly move your head to the right, permitting him to go deeper than it already is. He gets the message, lips moving together, faster, as if they were made to be locked on one another.

And oh, do you wish you could last here in this moment forever.

Just as suddenly as it began, the "spell" is broken by the discreet click of a camera shutter from somewhere inside. You pull away, breathless and flushed, your eyes meeting Levi's in a silent exchange that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

Silence greets you both, as you both catch your breath for the second time. You ignore the camera, only focusing on what's more important. Levi breaks first, grinning as he stares at you up and down, then moves his eyes to peer up.

"Guess we should have checked for paparazzi," Levi murmurs, a playful glint in his eyes as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face that fell.

You laugh softly, the sound a mix of nerves and excitement as you lean against him, arms wrapping around his neck. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your waist tightly. In the stillness of it all, you can feel the steady beat of his heart. "Yeah," you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. "But no regrets."

"None at all," he confirms, his arms giving you one more reassuring squeeze.

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The next morning when you wake up, you feel as if your head is about to pound out of your head. It's like you can still hear the remnants of champagne and laughter (and multiple shots sitting in the back of your throat that you drank down) You turn annoyed to find your phone buzzing relentlessly on the nightstand.

Squinting, you pick it up to find a barrage of messages and missed calls. The top one from Hange captures your attention with its flurry of emojis and exclamation points.

[glasses]: "YOU TWO ARE TRENDING!!! BTW, when TFFF did this happen OMG!!!!

Attached is a link to a gossip site, the headline screaming about the 'intimate moment caught between AOT stars at the Oscars after-party.' The photo shows you and Levi on the balcony, mid-kiss, a moment that felt intensely private now splashed across the internet.

Your heart sinks a bit at the intrusion but warms at the memory. You knew this was bound to happen, but couldn't it have waited a day or two? You're about to type a response when another message from Hange pops up.

[glasses]: "Prepare for paparazzi madness today! 😂 And call me! Need ALLLL the deets!!!!!!!"

You toss the phone aside, landing on your bed as you groan into your pillow. The weight of the newfound public scrutiny settling in. But then you remember Levi's lips on yours, the genuine connection in his eyes, and you can't help but slightly smile.

No matter what the public says or thinks, last night you found a new depth to your relationship with Levi, one that went beyond cameras and scripts. And for now, that was enough to face whatever the day would bring.

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elryuse · 11 days

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Yandere Hanni?

Ruined Photos

YANDERE HANNI X MALE READER

The flash from Y/n's camera seemed to momentarily blind Jisoo, a rising starlet with a face like an angel. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, the perfect pout she'd been holding dissolving. Then, a shriek tore through the studio. Jisoo's stylist, a woman perpetually on the verge of a breakdown, rushed at her, face pale.

"The strap! It's broken!" she wailed, frantically trying to cover Jisoo's chest with a flimsy scrap of fabric. The near-wardrobe malfunction sent a jolt of nervous energy through the crew. Y/n, ever the professional, apologized profusely, his brow furrowed in concern. This was the third "accident" in a month.

It had all started subtly. A misplaced earring here, a strategically undone zipper there. Now, full-blown wardrobe malfunctions were plaguing Y/n's photoshoots, all featuring the hottest female idols in Korea. The whispers started – "cursed camera," "bad luck Y/n." His once booming career was starting to sputter.

Meanwhile, Hanni, the Kpop goddess, the woman Y/n had known since her awkward debut days, watched from the sidelines, a manic glint in her usually playful eyes. She'd seen the way other girls – Jisoo included – fluttered their eyelashes at Y/n during shoots. The way their laughter lingered a touch too long after a shared joke. It ignited a cold fury within her, a possessive fire that threatened to consume her.

One evening, after another disastrous shoot with a pouty idol named Seulgi, Y/n slumped onto his couch, the weight of his failing career pressing down on him. His phone buzzed – a text from Hanni. "Feeling down, sunshine photographer?" it read. A small smile tugged at his lips. Hanni was always there for him, a beacon of light in his dark days.

He drove to her apartment, the familiar scent of jasmine incense greeting him as he entered. Hanni, clad in a baggy sweater and sweatpants, a stark contrast to her usual glamorous persona, was curled up on the couch, a tub of ice cream in hand.

"H-hey," Y/n said softly, concern etched on his face. Hanni offered him a spoonful of ice cream, her smile strained. "Everything's going to be alright, Y/n," she said, her voice a low murmur. "I'll help you, I promise."

The "help" came in unexpected ways. Hanni, known for her shrewd business sense, used her connections to secure him private shoots with high-end brands. He photographed her exclusively, their dynamic shifting from professional to…something more. He found himself drawn to the intensity in her eyes, the way she clung to him after shoots, a silent plea in her touch.

Slowly, subtly, Hanni began isolating him. "Those shoots are beneath you," she'd say, her voice laced with a possessiveness he couldn't quite place. "You deserve better. You deserve me." He, drowning in the warmth of her affection after the cold shoulder from the industry, readily agreed.

One night, after a particularly grueling shoot, Hanni led him to a secluded cabin in the woods. It was supposed to be a getaway, a chance to unwind. But the isolation gnawed at Y/n. He missed the camaraderie of the crew, the thrill of a new project. He tried to suggest going back, but Hanni's smile turned brittle.

"Why would you want to leave, Y/n?" she asked, her voice tight. "Don't you see? We're perfect here. Just you and me."

The final blow came when he found a hidden box in the cabin – newspaper clippings about the "accidents" on his shoots, meticulously documented. The realization hit him like a physical blow – Hanni was behind it all. He confronted her, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and betrayal.

Hanni's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now cold and calculating. "I had to," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "They were all trying to take you away from me. But you're mine, Y/n. Mine forever."

The cabin became his gilded cage. He was a famous photographer, yes, but only to Hanni's world. The outside world knew him as her personal chronicler, a mere extension of her carefully crafted image. He yearned for the freedom of his old life, but the fear in Hanni's eyes whenever he mentioned leaving kept him chained to her side.

He photographed her beauty, her sadness, her rage, all the while a prisoner of her twisted love. The flash from his camera no longer captured fleeting moments, but a chilling reality. A reality where the line between love and obsession had blurred beyond recognition, Y/n finished his internal monologue with a heavy sigh. He stared out the cabin window, watching the sun dip below the tree line, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. A pang of longing shot through him, a yearning for the bustling city life he'd left behind.

Suddenly, Hanni materialized beside him, her eyes gleaming with a manic intensity. "What are you thinking about, sunshine photographer?" she purred, her voice laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down his spine.

Y/n forced a smile. "Just admiring the view," he lied, his gaze flickering away from hers. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth – that he missed the freedom, the creativity of working with different artists.

As if sensing his turmoil, Hanni cupped his face in her soft hands, her touch sending a conflicting wave of warmth and unease through him. "Don't worry, Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We have everything we need here. Each other."

The possessiveness in her voice was undeniable, a stark contrast to the playful Hanni he once knew. He wanted to argue, to tell her he craved more, but the fear that flickered in her eyes, a fear of losing him, silenced him. He couldn't bear to see that spark of light extinguish completely.

Later that night, nestled in her arms, a sudden idea struck him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to salvage some semblance of his career within the confines of his gilded cage.

The next morning, he approached Hanni with a tentative proposal. "How about," he began cautiously, "we create a new concept for your next comeback? Something raw, emotional, shot entirely here in the cabin?"

Hanni's eyes widened in surprise, then a slow smile spread across her face. "A love story, shot by your loving boyfriend?" she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Interesting."

Y/n elaborated on his vision, weaving a narrative of passionate, all-consuming love set against the backdrop of their isolated cabin life. He poured his longing for a normal career into creating a masterpiece, a testament to their "unique" bond.

Hanni listened intently, her possessiveness morphing into a twisted kind of excitement. When he finished, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "Yes, Y/n," she breathed. "This is perfect. We'll show the world the power of our love."

The photoshoot was intense, charged with an underlying current of fear and obsession. Y/n pushed Hanni to her emotional limits, capturing a vulnerability she'd never shown before. The final product was breathtaking – a series of haunting photographs that laid bare the raw, unfiltered essence of Hanni's love for him.

The comeback was a mega-hit. Fans devoured the concept, praising Hanni's emotional depth and Y/n's masterful storytelling through the lens. He became known as "Hanni's Muse," his career tethered solely to her.

Y/n never regained his old freedom, but he found a twisted satisfaction in his work. He was a prisoner, yes, but a highly respected one. He documented Hanni's every whim, every desire, his camera a constant reminder of the beautiful, terrifying world he now inhabited. He was forever bound to the woman who loved him with a passion as all-consuming as it was deranged. He was Hanni's, and Hanni's alone, forever trapped in the gilded cage of her love.

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dairyminki · 9 months

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color me pretty | c.s

↬ pairing: choi san x fem!reader

↬summary: he's alluring, he's king of the runway, and he's at the top of his game. you? not so much, really. is it too late to back out?

↬ genre: model au—model!san & model!reader, suggestive

↬warning/s: profanity

↬wc: 2.4k

↬a/n: viola! i'm finally graduating from fluff academy thanks to @chokchokk 's influence LMAO. this is heavily inspired by san's ig post which still has me in a chokehold btw. pls enjoy!

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

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There are cameras everywhere, a resounding click of the shutter one after another. Oh, and there's a lot of the color red present in the studio.

People are scattered all over the spacious room that you almost feel small as if every single thing and person in sight is intimidating you. And you're not going to lie, they surely do.

Frankly, if it weren't for your manager who's standing beside you, you might've immediately turned on your heel and walked your way back to the glass doors that you entered earlier, a minute just after arriving at the studio and finding how large of a scale this project actually is. Oh, to be back outside where you didn't feel suffocated and where you couldn't feel anybody's eyes on you.

"What would you do if I backed out…?" You tentatively asked your manager in a low voice, making sure that you were the only ones who could hear it.

You know that she heard you, but still, her eyes remained at the center of the room, where all the cameras are pointed at, and where all of the people's attention are currently drawn to.

"Where'd your previous confidence go? I don't remember seeing this hesitance of yours when I first suggested this project." Your manager replies, eyes still not leaving the subject of everyone's attention.

Because standing and posing effortlessly in the middle of everything is Choi San.

The renowned model, Choi San, whose face and body is probably the cover of every magazine you can think of, and who's dominated all the fashion shows you could only dream of attending, this year alone.

He's the king of the fashion and modeling industry, someone who is highly sought-after by every famous designer that you could possibly name at the top of your head. Choi San is a crowd favorite, he practically owns the runway, and he's a total icon to many—the young and the old, the rookies and the veterans.

And not to mention, he's your role model. Someone who you really look up to and perhaps, someone who you wanted to work with.

Right now, you're about minutes into turning that dream into reality, thanks to your manager and your incredibly impulsive self.

"Your thoughts are so loud, I could practically hear it." Your manager suddenly speaks, cutting through your abysmal thoughts. And then she turns to you, jabbing a finger right at your chest and saying, "But there's no way in hell that I'm letting you back out because, first of all, you'll be working with a supermodel, and second, hello?!" She exclaims the last part in a hushed voice with matching wide gestures, that you visibly flinch. However, it seemed like she couldn't care less because she cups your face and turns your head towards the side of the room where a stunning man dressed in an expensive sparkly black suit with a diamond logo on the tie, stood.

"You'll be wearing his creation! The Damian Luxe!" She squeals near your ear, and you grimace, because she is loud, alright.

Damian Luxe is the owner of one of the biggest and leading fashion brands ever known all over the world—Luxe Looks. And right now, you still can't quite believe how he's just a few steps away from you, seemingly engrossed in a conversation with one of the photographers.

You're not sure how he ended up picking you out of all the models out there. Somehow picking you alongside one of the top iconic faces of the fashion industry, to serve as his muses for his newest fashion collection, which is set to be released and made known to the public in less than a month. The pressure that is placed on you is quite heavy since it's just your second year into this modeling career.

And it is a sudden twist and turn from your usual looks and gigs. From being known as a model who has summer vibes, cute, and freshness up their alley, to starring in an intimate and quite sensual photoshoot in honor of Luxe's brand new and bold fashion collection entitled, Pleasures of the Heart.

"Believe me, I was overjoyed when you first told me about it. But really? You didn't even bother telling me that I'll be partnered up with Choi San? The Choi San?" You put quite an emphasis on the word 'the' in order to get your point across and make your manager realize your current dilemma at hand.

Because knowing you? There's a ninety-five percent of you messing this up because of your clumsy ass, the remaining five percent will be you fainting, by the way.

Oh god, you can't possibly do this right?

What if you embarrass yourself in front of him? Would you be able to live with that memory for the rest of your life?

You think not.

However, you weren't even given that much choice when one of the stylists arrives and steals you away from the comfort of your manager's side in order for you to get dolled up and ready for your photoshoot with Choi San.

Here's to fucking it up, I guess, you think, heaving a sigh as you followed the stylist in one of the rooms.

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

You don't think that Choi San is actually real.

Heck, you didn't even think that someone could possibly make blowing bubble gum as something sexy.

Shivers ran down your spine and goosebumps littered your skin as you watched Choi San angle his face and send sultry looks to every camera pointing at him. If you were confident enough, you might've jumped him already, popping that bubble gum in his mouth and licking it off his lips right after.

Wait what-

You frantically shook your head. Is this what Choi San's alluring effect feels like? Because if it is, then you're so fucked.

Your manager and the stylist earlier, told you that there'll be some duo shots so that means, yes, touching will be involved.

When they first told you that, you weren't sure if you'll be able to pull it off because one, Choi San, is incredibly gorgeous. And two, he's only donned in a coat and pants, and no undershirt in sight! Which leaves a portion of his abs in display for anyone's eyes to feast on—not like you're feasting on them or anything.

You gulp.

Is it really too late to back out?

Moments later, you begin internally thanking the heavens, when Choi San's individual shoot has come to an end and he's called back by one of the stylists for a wardrobe change. Which you think will be in match with the pitch black bodysuit you're currently wearing underneath your robe. The robe isn't part of the look at all, you simply have it on for now because you aren't that confident yet. You honestly think you'll never be but maybe you'll be fine since the stylist said you'll still have one piece to wear later.

A red overcoat to match the red stilettos your feet is currently clad in.

One of the staff tapped you on the shoulder and led you closer to the center, saying that you'll be starting the duo shots in a few minutes.

The staff said it with a sweet smile that you have no choice but to smile back as well even if your insides were already churning and you're starting to break into a cold sweat.

You were in the middle of doing a breathe in and breathe out exercise in order to relax your nerves for a little bit, when you suddenly felt another tap on your shoulder. Thinking that it was probably one of the staff or stylists again, you turned around, only to be met with a pair of deep black cat-like eyes and a dimpled smile.

It was freaking Choi San.

"Nervous?" His voice was a clear rasp. Your knees growing weak at the sight of him in a sheer black tank top, which showed how buff he really was, and the same pants as earlier. His hair is still slick-backed with a few gelled-strands hanging against his forehead. A black biker glasses snugly sitting on top of his head served as his only accessory.

God, he's breathtakingly gorgeous being so close to you like this.

"U-Uh, yes, very, Mr. Choi."

Well done! You just stuttered in front of Choi San. But who wouldn't?

To your surprise, loud laughter comes out from his lips. His pink plump lip—oh would you please snap out of it?!

"Mr. Choi? Oh my, just call me San!" He chuckles. "You're Y/N, right?" He asks, a few moments after, and it prompts you to nod your head.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" San says this so casually that it catches you so off guard, you choke on nothing.

While you're busy trying to re-organize yourself and your breathing, San makes it a mission to further turn you into a flustered mess as he gently pulls you by the waist. Then he leans in, mouth dangerously close to your ear and whispers the words that will certainly haunt your insides for the rest of the time that you'll be stuck in his presence.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you, pretty."

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

You and San have been receiving praises from left and right ever since the shoot started. You even heard from the head photographer that you two surprisingly share quite a chemistry in front of the cameras even though it's only your first time pairing up together.

Although, you do admit that you've had your awkward moments prior because, first, it is your first intimate photoshoot, second, your outfit is so far the most revealing you've ever worn despite the overcoat you're wearing, and third, San was very close. Too close.

But it's not like you're complaining anyway. In fact, you think you might be enjoying it a little too much than what you've anticipated. And, you just hope it's not noticeable to him or you'd die of embarrassment as soon as you step out of the studio.

Anyway, you felt every exhale that San had made in the past half hour, and it's very ticklish. But you also felt quite feverish with the way his rough hands seemed scalding hot against your skin, despite his touches and hold on you being gentle.

San was nothing but sweet and kind as he gently coaxed you out of your shell, always guiding you with every pose and expression. Because of him, you're starting to get more comfortable with the theme of the set and the overwhelming attention being poured on you two.

But of course, another challenge was bound to appear and send your mind into a haywire.

"Perfect! Now, let's have you sit on top of San." The head photographer suddenly instructs. "But first, I want you to sit on the floor, San." He adds.

All the while San's following the photographer's direction, you're left frozen, standing on the side, not quite sure if you heard the photographer right.

By the time you've snapped out of your thoughts and you're back to your senses, San's already sitting on the floor with his legs slightly spread out, his arms are kind of spread out as well with his palms completely flat on the floor, and he's slightly leaning back with his toned arms supporting his upper body's weight.

And he's looking at you. Looking at you with an expression you can't exactly figure out.

Before the photographer could even call your name and give you instructions as well, San's already beckoning you over with his index finger.

As if entranced, you walk towards him without any word. And when San told you that you should take off your overcoat, you followed him, dropping the piece of clothing to the floor. Then, when San told you to straddle his lap, you did it without any fuss despite your visible shaking which you're certain that he noticed because he's leaning towards you again.

"I got you, pretty. Didn't I say I'll take care of you, hmm?" San whispers against the shell of your ear. "You'll let me take care of you, right?" He asks when he still gets no response from you.

Inhaling deeply, albeit shakily, you nod your head.

Still not shying away from the close proximity, your breath hitches when San's hands come to wrap around your waist, one of them caresses your side, slightly making you jolt at the suddenness of the action.

"Words, pretty. I need words." San hums.

"Y-Yes. I'll let you take care of me."

"Good girl," He purrs and playfully bites your ear lobe, which, again, sent you lightly trembling as you felt the heat which started to creep its way from your lower abdomen and up to your face.

"Now, I want you to only look at me, alright? Can you do that for me?" San asks, thankfully, now with enough gap between the two of you, enabling you to breathe more easily.

"Yeah, I can do that." You reply and this makes San smile, dimples adorning his face once again.

San shifts underneath you for a bit, his palms at the small of your back. He adjusts your position on top of him and then his hands leave you as he goes back to leaning, but this time, with his hands much further back than before. This subtle change enables him to look up at your face more comfortably.

San instructs you to put your hands on his chest instead of being on top of his shoulders as what the photographer has instructed for you to do. And then, he retracts his right hand from the floor and puts it back on your waist instead.

And just like that it has the photographer screaming delightedly the word, "Excellent!"

"Excellent," San mimics in a soft voice, tongue darting out to lick his own lips, all the while his eyes never left yours. And you reckon, yours didn't leave him as well throughout the entirety of the photoshoot.

Well, after having him this close and looking so out-of-this-world while under you, where you can basically see every twitch of his eyebrows, every contraction of his arm muscles, and every bob of his adam's apple, with his attention all on you and you alone the whole time…you're quite not sure if you'll be able to take your eyes off of him ever again.

If this is how it feels to be under Choi San's alluring gaze, then, oh, you're so fucked, because there seems to be no possible escape, at all.

#san x reader #ateez x reader #cromernet #pirateeznet #Hiraya-M #choi san x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #choi san imagine #ateez suggestive #san x you #san x y/n #ateez x you #ateez x y/n #dairyminkiwrites #dairyminki_atzsan

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midnightmayhem13 · 10 months

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Loves me like im brand new

how our girls show affection! enjoys loves🩶

carol danvers

carol loves making you laugh. she'll find anyway she can to cheer you up. hearing you laugh is hearing an angel laugh. trumpets from heaven. your insecure? carol will kiss every part of your body and complement each and everyone. you failed a mission? carol will show you how amazing you are and how youre the baddest bitch she's ever met. she's a goofy person and will never fail to make you laugh or smile. or when she see that pout that she finds adorable but doesn't want to see often, she attacks you with kisses. you make her feel happy and like herself again, all she wants to do is make you happy. and oh lord you better watch out for the tickles if you don't feel like talking. but carol will always respect you if you want space. you two are very patient with eachother and give eachother time to think if one of you is upset. if carol could make you smile forever, she would.

sharon carter

this girl cannot help but spoil you. she's got money and you're the love of her life, why not? you try to refuse something when it's way too expensive. but she'll beg for you to accept it. but she loves buying you simple things. your favorite flowers, favorite food, if your talented with a specific weapon she buys you personalized versions of them. she doesn't only do this bc she thinks your worth every penny in the world, she gets some pleasure out of it. she loves buying you skimpy but beautiful dresses, lingerie, and that one perfume that drives her crazy bc it's your signature scent. sugar daddy vibes? sure. she'll look at you two through the mirror, hands wrapped around your waist and her face in your neck. leaving kisses wherever she can reach. admiring her girl. she also loves buying fuzzy blankets and soft pillows for your cuddle sessions. she'd spend forever in your arms if she could.

darcy lewis

your doctor lives for physical affection. it doesn't even have to be the traditional kiss or hug. women will bite you and lick you. and not even in a sexual way. she just wants to, and you look very yummy. but she'll melt when you hold her and kiss her head. her perfect day would consist of her laying on top of you while your holding her tight and planting kisses all over her face. when she's bored and youre near she'll just hold your arm and lean her head against you. every time you guys are next to each other you have to be holding hands. not buts. but if your not familiar with physical affection, she'll take it slow and work you up. but soon enough you'll be all over each other. and she'll sit in your lap. she doesn't care who's around or if there's a seat already next to you, your lap is her chair. if you wrap your arms around her waist and give her neck and shoulder kisses she'll internally scream. cuddling is an everyday thing for you to. you to also fall asleep as if you were puzzles. you fit together perfectly, so close only leaving little room to breath. and you guys do almost everything together and want to be together all the damn time. she's crazy for you, and so are you.

nebula

now, nebula struggles with showing affection. she never got it as a child or when she grew up either. other than gamora stuff hugs. but she's learned she loves holding and staring at you. she's never seen something so beautiful, so naturally she must admire it. from afar, from up close, hell even photographically. (big word for elmo) when she find out you like her touch, she holds you protectively any chance she gets. whether it's holding your pinky with hers or her arm around your waist, she won't waste a chance. when you fall asleep in her arms she'll stare at you. eyes full of wonder. wondering how such a thing could be so gorgeous. how she could ever deserve you. as much as she admires you, she cannot stand when other people look at you. with not a single of hint of attraction or love or anything, only her. only she can look at you like that. how dare they stare at her girl. youre hers and she doesn't share.

maria hill

while maria doesn't do the best job at focusing on her needs, especially while working, she makes sure your healthy. she makes sure you eat properly, drink enough water, stretch before you workout or go on a mission, and definitely getting enough rest after every mission. injured or not. you care so much for her and bring her lunch and constantly refill her water bottle and replace her coffee with a protein shake or yet again, more water. or dragging her to bed when she's working after work. she can't lose you, so she makes sure to take care of you. omg she goes crazy when you get sick. your immediately put on a schedule. lord help anyone who's there with you if you get hurt on a mission. she'll immediately make them work out and train with nat or steve so they'll be sore as hell. or she'll train them. they'll be shaking just after one set. but hearing you say your okay or 'everything is gonna be okay' calms her immediately. you'll sometimes sneak to her office and give her massages and kisses. you ground maria nd she's not big bad shield commander around you.

kate bishop

kate loves spending time with you. seeing your smile helps her know everything will be okay. you two often go out to walk lucky and bring a pizza along and sit and play fetch with your fluffy friend. or you guys have movie nights, holding eachother close, surrounded by blankets, of course devouring some pizza. i feel like she's a lil messy eater when her moms not around. so you kiss pizza sauce off her lips. ever since she got involved with clint you two spend any free time together. it can range from extravagant dates or a walk in the park whilst sharing headphones. when you guys aren't together you video call or just regularly call. but thanks to your job you can see her often. (avenger reader?🤷‍♀️) but you two have match bracelets omg. you guys made them one day when you built a pillow fort in her apartment. you guys also workout together and train together. you two are gonna get married one day

a/n my hopeless romantic ass enjoyed this too much anyways have a good rest of your day guys🩶

#carol danvers x reader #sharon carter x reader #darcy lewis x reader #nebula x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #wlw

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ummick · 20 days

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Mick Schumacher On Fashion, Le Mans and Fronting Tommy Hilfiger's New Campaign

It's a big year for sports, as the Paris Olympics near, tennis champs prep for Wimbledon, and the Euros inch closer. In the midst of it all Tommy Hilfiger is getting in on the action with the release of an International Games collection. Refashioning timeless icons for the new generation, the collection is a modern interpretation of the brand's 1996 capsule collection released to celebrate the Olympics arriving in Atlanta, reworking track-ready styles including archival varsity jackets, rugby jerseys and basketball vests in Tommy's signature red, white and blue. Speaking on the new collection, Hilfiger says: "The sporting calendar sets the cultural pulse for the year, and 2024's shaping up to be amazing. We're building on our legacy of working with pioneers in sport and reimagining timeless American icons through an archival lens." To front the campaign, the US house has turned to the global sporting stage to curate a team of athletes who embody the brand's spirit, including All-Pro NFL wide receiver Stefon Diggs, college basketball guard Deja Kelly, star of the all-Japan skateboarding association Aori Nishimura, and Formula 1 driver and current member of Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team, Mick Schumacher. Ahead of the collection drop, in the conversation below we speak to Schumacher about his first memories of Tommy Hilfiger, his personal style, and prepping for Le Mans.

Ella Joyce: "What was it like working with Tommy Hilfiger? Do you have personal memories of the brand?" Mick: "It was great! Not only is it exciting to wear Tommy and to have attended the NYFW show with all the exceptional details, but to be a part of the campaign and the bigger brand story is just incredible. A personal memory for me is when the brand worked with Ferrari back in the day, before their current partnership with the Mercedes-AMG F1 Team. My dad used to bring back so much kit and, honestly, I was just running around as the best-dressed kid in school!" EJ: "How does the campaign resonate with you?" Mick: "I really believe Tommy was able to create something that brings both sport and style to the table. I'm sporty, I love to do my workouts and be active outdoors, and to be able to do that fashionably is so important. I was so happy to be part of this campaign with other athletes, too. It was amazing to get to know them better and see how their sport and personalities impact their individual styles." EJ: "Off the track, how would you describe your personal style?" Mick: "I think the best word would be 'changeable.' I love to experiment and try new things with my style. I think you can see this across my social media, but I would probably look different if you saw me on the street two days in a row. From a classic look to a more casual or baggy streetwear look, I love the creativity that comes with personal style. It's so fun."

EJ: "You're currently competing in the 2024 FIA World Endurance Championship. How's it going? What's coming up next for you?" Mick: "Yes, we just had our first race in Qatar, a ten-hour race! It was the first time I had to be on for that amount of time while learning and experiencing that type of race, but it was an interesting run. We learned a lot as a team. One of the cars even scored points, so it proves that we're on pace and the project is moving in the right direction, especially as everyone is gearing up for Le Mans." EJ: "Do you have any pre-race rituals?" Mick: "I don't, actually. It depends on how I'm feeling in the moment. If I'm nervous or stressed, or whatever it is, I'll always try to adapt to what's happening. Maybe one day I'm nervous so I have to work on calming down, and another day I'm too calm so I have to pump myself up. It all depends on the day."

EJ: "You're photographed alongside a host of other athletes for the campaign. How do you think your generation of athletes compares to generations which have come before?" Mick: "I think we are really different to athletes from the previous generation. Of course, social media and phones have made an impact, but it's also because we're so precise about what we're doing. We have strict training and a solid laid-out plan in front of us on how to achieve our desired results. We have so much research and information which leads our way, while back in the day it was more experimental." EJ: "America and collegiate heritage heavily inspire Tommy Hilfiger. Is there a specific place which inspires you?" Mick: "The racetrack. I've always been a part of it, from doing laps in a car to just being on the track. In terms of style, I've always been interested in fashion, most likely inspired by my dad at a young age; however, my girlfriend is heavily involved in the fashion world, so it's helpful when I need to know what looks good and what doesn't. Inspiration is all around, so it depends on where I look!"

#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #wec #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #not a race #2024 not a race #between australia and japan 2024 #(note to self: article published apr 4 2024)#with michael

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[Note, feel free to use real brands, generic knockoffs, or a in-universe one!] Liu, what brand would you really like to collaborate with? What's your favourite kind of photographer to work with, one that gives plenty of room for your own interpretation or one that has a clear vision?

[You can use real bands or in-universe ones!] To St4rdom, which non INDIGO Entertainment kpop group or soloist would you want to collaborate with?

To KMonarch: See question to S4rdom

Q: Liu, what brand would you really like to collaborate with?

Gracie: Oh! Well, there is Ethereal, and I'm a huge fan of it! I recently bought cosmetics and lotion from Ethereal, actually. I own so much from them and I would absolutely love to collaborate! If you are watching this, Ethereal, and you are interested in a collab, please let my team know!

Q: What's your favorite kind of photographer to work with: one that gives plenty of room for your own interpretation or one that has a clear vision?

Gracie: I'm not sure. I would go with whatever the photographer says as long as it is within bounds of my own personal space, but if the photographer allowed me to be flexible, then I can work with it!

Interviewer: So you don't have a preference?

Gracie: I suppose not. I usually go with the flow.

Interviewer: I see.

Q: ST4RDOM, which non-INDIGO Entertainment k-pop group or soloist would you want to collaborate with?

Nari: AFTER. AFTER AFTER AFTER AFTER AFTER!

Nari is smiling with a huge grin, and Vi interjects before anyone else can.

Vi: Our maknae is obsessed with the group. Especially since she became friends wi—

Nari: Dallia is really nice! I have met her before in passing, and she said she liked our music. I was already listening to their music before, and I said the same thing. We text each other regularly!

Vi gasps at the sudden interruption, but Nari pays her no mind.

Interviewer: Every day?

Nari: Well, no, since we're usually busy. But I always wish her good luck on her tours!

Vi: To be honest, I think I would also go with AFTER. I have hung out with some of them in the past, and I also love their music, so I think we could work well together.

Sofie: AFTER or Jo.

Nari: Oh, I can't believe I forgot about Jo!

Interviewer: Jo? Who is Jo?

Nari: Jo is a good friend of ours. We met her while on tour and found out that she was an upcoming singer.

Vi: She's nice. So it would be either AFTER or Jo.

Q: Same question for you, KMonarchs. What non-INDIGO k-pop group or soloist would you want to collaborate with?

All seven members look at each other and nod. They turn to the camera and speak in unison.

Everyone: OverAchiever.

Seungho: And AFTER. We like both, for the record.

Alex: We were talking about this...how long ago?

Gavin: It was a while ago, but we all agreed that we would want to collaborate with OA.

Interviewer: You sound as if you know something that we don't. Do you think there could be a collaboration between you and OA in the near future?

The members look at each other, Gavin clasping his hands together with anticipation.

Alex: I do not think we are at liberty to confirm or deny that yet.

Seungho: Right now our focus is on our upcoming Europe tour.

The interviewer does not look satisfied by their answers, but sees that a definitive answer cannot be obtained from the group.

Interviewer: We will have to wait until after the tour is over, then. Let's move on to the next question.

#st4rdom #regality #📨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬

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Siblings May Fight, But they Are Loyal to the End

Brothers and sisters share a special bond

“I may fight with my siblings. But once you lay a finger on them, you’ll be facing me.” – Abby Slater Best friends who are always at each other’s throats, Siblings are in the end fiercely loyal forever. Family photo sessions capture the memories before they are gone.

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patriciavetinari · 11 months

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I don't care if people are excited about barbie movie or whatever but this a mattel hate blog, this is a barbie hate blog because to try and assign any proggresivism to a billion dollar plastic product and make it represent something profound and near eldricht is weird in the lamest possible way, also the entire brand of barbie is fatphobic as hell and not an insignificant part of diet culture and has a large impact on eating disorders among children.

Yes I saw a fat backup dancer in barbie trailer I bid you one trillion dollars that character will not have screen time amounting to even one minute and no speaking lines or agenda. Fuck off. There is also no plus sized barbie doll, that one they made a few years ago is still representative of smaller than average body type. Yes I've done my research. Also look at that doll. It looks like a very thin person with slightly more realistic proprotions than the 'regular' one.

No amount of astronaut costumes or two dolls photographed beside each other claimed to be on a date will make my hate for mattel and barbie any less seething. I don't need and ED-inducing piece of plastic made by a billion dollar cash grabbing company to inspire or represent me.

#barbie hate #fatphobia #barbie movie

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sitp-recs · 2 years

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Hidden Gems by RurouniHime

Those who have been following me for a while know how much I adore RH - I read and rec Vale Sanare every chance I get, my favorite brand of hurt/comfort! I love how they always nail quiet and introspective first person POVs, I love how their characters show strength and vulnerability at once, I love the adult tone, the aching pining, the sweet melancholy that surrounds all their works. I found their HP stuff around 2011 when I started exploring AO3 and was pleased to find out years later that they also write for the MCU! I remember devouring that Stony catalogue as if there was no tomorrow (huge rec if you’re into this ship as well! Check all works here). If you’re an angst fan this post is especially crafted for you. Here’s a selection with soft, contemplative, wistful h/c to make your heart ache. Tbh some explore a deeper level of angst I don’t even read anymore but I decided to include them because I feel very nostalgic about that time of my life. The best thing? RH is still around and writing The Road, a massive war fic that I can’t wait to dig into once is finished!

Birthday Boy (2012, M, 2.8k) - perfect established relationship fluff with cooking and dancing, celebrating both Draco’s birthday and their love. This is part of The Arrangement series but can be read as a stand alone

Thirty years old, and where was he?

Stone, Sky, and Sea (2015, M, 5k) - vacation fic with Auror partners, friends to lovers, hiking and lots of pining!Harry!

Harry's got to get out of here. (In which the Wizarding Saviour wanders about Oop North, tries to escape his partner, and fails miserably.)

Silence series (2011, E, 9.7k) - Drarry against the world! First person POV, spy!Draco, established relationship, angst with a happy ending

It was his battle, yet he never hurt me, and he could have. Read my rec here.

Yuletide Treasure (2008, E, 10.5k) - Auror Partners get together, friends to lovers,

Harry finds he has a lot to lose this Christmas.

A Song, Incomplete (2013, E, 11k) - getting back together, lawyer Draco, family drama, past Harry/Ginny, angst with a happy ending

Draco’s photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophet’s front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news. Read my rec here.

Coming to Terms (2014, M, 16k) - enemies to parents to lovers Mpreg: unplanned pregnancy, discussion of abortion, angst with a happy ending

Of all the lives in all the world, Harry had to own this one.

Penguin series (2011, E, 21k) - very angsty AU feat. isolated friends to lovers struggling with depression and helping each other heal. Cw: mentions of child death, suicidal thoughts, near death experience and animal death.

In the harshest environment on earth, Harry finds that escaping is harder than simply running.

Vale Sanare (2007, M, 23k) - brilliant h/c with down and out Draco struggling with epilepsy and depression, and finding Harry along the way. An all-time favorite!

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out. Read my rec here.

The Swaggering Plimpies (or This One Time, At Quidditch Camp...) (2012, E, 29k) - soft divorced dads coming out together, falling in love, parenting & domesticity, Quidditch summer camp, a bit of Ginny bashing

Draco has an idea, and Harry’s just the one to help him.

The Arrangement (2012, E, 72k) - an est relationship classic: fwb to lovers, moving in together, jealousy, pining, porn with feels and confessions 👌🏼

It's worked for years. Why change it now?

#hidden gems #day 27

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Cheers to the close of a successful 2022! As another year comes to an end, I realize I haven’t done a very good job of either reflecting on milestones or sharing adventures on here lately. But in the end, it feels rewarding to look back on a year and say, “PHEW,” and also “thanks” — to both community and life itself — for all the adventures experienced and lessons learned.

Below are the 2022 accomplishments of which I’m particularly proud. This year, I:

— Produced all the main stage programming and anthem video content for YouTube’s EduCon conference in NYC, welcoming hundreds of high-profile learning channels from around the world to share collaboration and inspiration through our live event program (including via a closing keynote from Neil deGrasse Tyson).

— Completed assignments as a filmmaker, photographer, and social media content producer in places as far-flung as Mongolia and Belize, and as near-to-home as New England and the Pacific Northwest, e.g.: https://bit.ly/MongoliaSlideshow.

— Wrote and published somewhere between 10-20 globe-spanning articles for clients such as AFAR covering destinations like the Maldives, Oman, Spain, UAE, Thailand, Vietnam, France, Puerto Rico, Germany, and the U.S. (https://rachelrudwall.contently.com/).

— Completed 30+ live or live-to-tape media hits as an on-air travel expert for news outlets across the country, e.g.: https://bit.ly/WKYCPlanForVacationDay.

— Privately coached 10 new consulting clients ranging from award-winning CEOs to media pros with millions of subscribers, covering topics such as public speaking, brand-building, and TV series production (rachelroams.com/consulting).

— Engaged in numerous public speaking engagements both IRL and virtually, including at my favorite event each year, Women’s Travel Fest (https://womenstravelfest.com/).

— Became a published author thanks to the inspiring team behind Wanderess and their invitation to write for the book (https://bit.ly/WanderessBook).

— Crafted custom influencer/KOL content for brand clients that span the worlds of travel, tourism, fashion, lifestyle, and government (https://bit.ly/MongoliaPOVReel).

— Connected with fellow storytellers as a podcast and blog guest, including for Adorama’s 42 West Blog (https://bit.ly/RR42West) and Nora Dunn’s The Professional Hobo (https://bit.ly/RRProHobo).

— Volunteered for the second year running as a Board Member for Ecology in Classrooms and Outdoors (https://www.ecologyoutdoors.org/).

— Completed another year as a USA for UNHCR Refugee Champion, and learned that my short film about a Syrian refugee family resettled in WA now lives on in an impactful story map (https://bit.ly/U4UStoryMap).

— Led monthly financial education sessions for women professionals for the fourth year in a row.

— Enjoyed personal trips through Italy, the Netherlands, California, Utah, Washington, and Oregon (including my baby’s first camping trip, complete with a multi-mile, pitch-black cave hike!).

— Snowshoed, hiked, and traipsed outdoors for what feels like countless miles (though, my Apple Watch tells me my daily average mile count is around four… so, I guess the total is just shy of 1500 miles?).

— Completed nearly 100 OrangeTheory workouts.

— And did all of that while raising a new baby and learning how to become a parent.

PHEW. What a joyful, expansive year it has been. I can’t wait to see what the next year has in store.

Thanks to each of you for sharing in the journey!

#yearinreview #travel #filmmaking #filmmaker #tourism #rtwtravel #amsterdam #mongolia #photography #influencer #publicspeaking #consulting #coaching #videoproduction #nyc #parenting

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City Virgil and Jungle Joel

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @robbothegoat

Request: Virg and Joel sightseeing in Bangkok during preseason. Thanks!

Dear Diary:

It’s me, Pep Lijnders. Today almost everybody (including me) was sightseeing in Thailand. It’s the final few days before our preseason officially begins, and so Joel and Virg decided to take advantage of it. But if Jurgen’s retelling of it is anything to go by, it wasn’t pretty or safe at ALL…

The countdown to Liverpool’s first day training at Kirkby had started, and that meant vacation time in Bangkok was drawing to a close. And for Matip and Van Dijk, that meant--

“Sightseeing time!” Matip cheered, tossing a camera into a canvas tote. “What’s today’s plans, Virg?”

“I was thinking we could explore Bangkok’s sights in the city,” Van Dijk replied. He frowned, fussing over the microinch of his face that didn’t have sunscreen on it.

“Sights? In the city?” Matip frowned, zipping the tote closed. “Virgil Van Dijk, what are you talking about?!”

“Well, there’s the Grand Palace, Wat Arun, Chatuchak Weekend Market…” Van Dijk explained, holding up two shirts in the mirror. “Joel, which one makes me look less like a tourist? The deep blue, fitted Ralph Lauren polo? Or the red and brown, flannel, plaid Gucci polo?”

“Virgil!” Matip rolled his eyes, hands on his hips. “Why are you constantly dressing like some lean, handsome supermodel--in name brands, for Christ’s sake? For a three-hour hike, all you need is a T-shirt!”

“Yeah--wait, what?”

“Pracha Chuen Forest Park, that’s what!” Matip tossed Van Dijk a brochure. “Palm trees, sun, animals? You got me there. A real adventure for Adventurer Joel!”

“I’m for the city, man.” Van Dijk pointed to their squad picture. “Being on this team is adventure enough! I need to relax!”

“Relax?! Among tuk-tuks and motorcycles on crowded avenues? No way, Jose Mourinho!”

“City!”

“Forest!”

“City!”

“Forest!”

“Manchester City!”

“Nottingham Forest!”

“Boys! What is going on?”

Van Dijk and Matip froze. There, in front of the open door, stood Klopp.

“Virg being a city boy, is what’s going on!” Matip huffed. “The dude can’t even take a cubic inch of dirt in his hands!”

“Are you serious? I literally went camping and fishing with Sadio!”

“Sadio’s the only person that can move your butt off your stupid Wenger Swivel chair!”

“And I’m going to spend my precious vacation time romping about in a stupid forest?”

“We can ride elephants!”

“I don’t even want to be near a bear, much less an elephant!”

“And you’re literally glued to Ali like he’s your Siamese twin? Come on, you Dutch ‘diva’!”

“Stay in your stupid forest with your stupid elephants, you Cameroonian ‘coward’!”

“I actually man-mark people!”

“No you don’t! You’re a little skinny twig who keeps bothering Hendo!”

“Well, do you know how much excess work you give Ali?!”

“If Ali were here, he would have given me a hug by now.”

“Ali ALWAYS gives out hugs! It’s like breathing to him!”

“You’re going to go bash my favorite Brazilian of all time?”

“BOYS, ENOUGH!” Klopp signalled a time-out. “We have plenty of time before flying back to Kirkby! We can do both!”

“There is no ‘we’ in this!” Van Dijk snapped. “You are not involved in this Joel! Never were and never will!”

“Will you shut up?!”

Van Dijk didn’t seem to agree, but promptly shut his mouth.

“If we keep arguing, we’ll never get anywhere.” Matip held up a photo from the year before. “We only have a few days left before we go back to England. Let’s use them wisely.”

“You know what, Joel?” Van Dijk pocketed the photograph, sighing. “You’re right.”

“That went surprisingly well,” Klopp whispered to Matip, who nodded in agreement.

Van Dijk nodded again, as if to himself. “We’ll just go our separate ways today.”

Matip almost choked on his smoothie.

“You’ll explore the forest, and I’ll explore the city,” Van Dijk explained, plonking an explorer hat on Matip’s almost-bald head. “Don’t let me hold you up. Go ahead!” With that, he headed out the door, leaving a dumbfounded Matip and Klopp in his stead.

“I can’t believe it…” Matip was the first one to speak, shaking his head so hard that the bucket hat fell off his head. “Virgil and I always sightsee together! We’ve been doing it ever since the first year we’ve been together!”

Klopp wished he could say something. But there was nothing to say to him--and even if there was, Matip left before anything could be done.

“Joel doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Van Dijk muttered to himself. “This is great!”

Perched upon a plastic tuk-tuk seat, the Bangkok streets whizzed by him. And not the pristine, polished Bangkok Expedia advertised to potential travellers. The real Bangkok.

“It’s so vibrant, Somchai,” Van Dijk told the driver, who thankfully didn’t recognize him. “Soi 3 is really beautiful.”

The driver, Somchai, who spoke English as well as Thai, whipped his head around, astonishment written all over him. “You really think so? These are the…trashier parts of the city.”

Van Dijk peeked out the window again. They had left Soi 3 and now were driving through a run-down slum.

“It’s unique,” Van Dijk said, waving back at some children. “Every place in the world is unique, special, and means something to someone. There’s no slum like this one.”

“Oh, I’ve never heard wiser words about slums! Have you traveled a lot before, Virgil?” Somchai asked, his eyes returning to the road.

“Um…a little.” Van Dijk chose his words, careful not to drop any hints that he wasn’t a random tourist and in fact, a Liverpool player. “I went to Austria last year, and Villareal and Madrid in Spain. Lisbon, Milan, Porto,” he frowned, “Paris…”

“Wow, that’s a lot of travelling!” Thankfully, Somchai didn’t seem to suspect anything. “You travel a lot for work?”

“Uh…yes. My job does require a lot of travelling. Thankfully,” Van Dijk chuckled, “I’ll be able to tell my grandkids all about the traveling their grandpa did!”

Somchai laughed, a gold tooth glinting in the sunlight. “Virgil, my wish is to be as fit as you someday. How do you manage, with all that commuting?”

“Er…”

“Your body is so fit, but lean. You have the physique of a footballer!” the driver exclaimed, grinning again. “A tall, slim defender’s body.”

“You watch football, Somchai?”

“My father is an Arsenal fan!” Somchai pointed to Van Dijk. “And you, my friend, are Virgil Van Dijk of Liverpool F.C.!”

“Please don’t tell,” Van Dijk begged. He wasn’t ready for his breezy sightseeing day to turn into a major fan event.

“Don’t worry,” Somchai assured him. “I will never tell a soul. Okay, maybe my father, but no other soul.”

Van Dijk relaxed, settling back into his chair. “You’re a decent man, Somchai.”

“Come on, man! I thought you were going to say nice!” Somchai grinned, his gold tooth sparkling again. Before Van Dijk could say anything back, though, a pop broke the good atmosphere.

“Um…Somchai?” Van Dijk hesitated to address the elephant in the room. “What’s going on?”

Somchai hopped out of the tuk-tuk, crawling around the truck. Finally, his weather-beaten head popped back up in Van Dijk’s window. But instead of his gold smile, his mouth was twisted into a frown.

“We’re out of gas, the fuel pipe’s busted, and two of our tires are flat.”

Van Dijk opened his mouth to ask if they could fix it, but shut it when he realized where they were. Trees, mud and insects.

The DAMN FOREST.

“WHAT.”

“THE.”

“CRAP!” The two finished swearing together.

Meanwhile, in the Pracha Chuen Forest Park, Matip had just grabbed his brochure from the visitor center and was on his way, hiking on the longest, most dangerous trail he could find on the map.

“Hey Thailand, do you know how I roll? Ooh, baby, it’s Adventurer Joel! Runs up to the opponent’s goal! Ooh, baby, it’s Adventurer Joel! Bonking Hendo like a lump of coal--ooh, a great hornbill!”

Matip chased after the bird, not minding that he’d strayed off the trail. He ran after it for a long while, darting between trees and bushes.

“Come on!” he groaned as the bird flew into the crowns of a particularly tall banyan tree. “What’s the point of you landing when I can’t see you, you idiot? You moron!”

A low grumble from the distance quickly snapped him out of his thoughts. He parted the bushes to reveal something he thought he’d never get to see in his life.

In a giant mud wallow, there stood a whole herd of Asian elephant moms and their babies.

“Whoa…” Matip was without words as a particularly curious calf galloped over to him, trumpeting in glee. Some mud splashed onto his explorer outfit, but he didn’t mind.

“Hey, there!” he whispered, wiping the mud off his face. “You’re definitely a curious baby elephant, huh? I mean, I’m a human and you’re a--oh, whatever. You already know who you are.”

The elephant calf raised its trunk and wrapped it around Matip’s arm. Matip himself initially flinched in surprise, but soon decided that the calf’s trunk wasn’t too bad, wrapped around him like that.

“You’re friendly, aren’t you?” Matip then got an idea. He scooped some mud from the edge of the mud wallow, made it into a ball, and hurled it at the calf. It seemed surprised, but then lowered its eyebrows--could an elephant lower its eyebrows?-- and shot about three mud balls back.

“Oh, so you want to play hardball, eh?” Matip smirked, packing another mudball. “Well, then. Two can play that game!”

They played mud-ball for quite a while. It turned out that the calf was surprisingly agile (for an elephant, anyways), darting back and forth and spraying mud everywhere. Matip was beginning to think that preseason had started, with elephantine success, when a single word echoed through the forest. Three words, actually.

“WHAT. THE. CRAP!”

From there on, time seemed to blur. Matip, knowing that Van Dijk had flat-out refused to go to the jungle and almost never swore, instantly knew something was wrong. He’d taken off from the mud wallow as fast as he could, only to realize that the same baby elephant from before was still following him, shooting mudballs.

“You just won’t quit, will you?” Matip screeched, vine-swinging across a stream. “Look, my homefry Virg’s in deep trouble. Mind helping me a little?”

Surprisingly, the calf seemed to listen. It stopped shooting mudballs, lowered its trunk, and waded across the stream.

“Good boy!” Matip praised it, tying a vine around its neck. “Let’s go!”

They found a tuk-tuk in the middle of mud and bushes, with two tires missing and the window shattered. Staring out the window was--his homefry.

“Virg!!” Matip swung over to him on a vine, grinning like an idiot. “You came to the jungle! I told you nature has its appeal--”

“Shut up.” Van Dijk scowled, pointing to the mud. “There’s so much mud and dirt and grass everywhere. My Ralph Lauren is ruined!”

“No, you shut up, city boy!” Matip exclaimed. “You’re a damn footballer! You play in mud and dirt and grass. All. The. Time! So get out of that tuk-tuk and help--”

“Somchai.” Van Dijk pointed to the Thai, who was wrapping leaves around the fuel pump. “He’s a good guy.”

“We’re busted,” Somchai reported. “We’re parked. Tomorrow’s a holiday, so we’re staying here…for about two days.”

“TWO DAYS?!” Even Matip disagreed with this as he approached the tuk-tuk driver. “Come on, Somchai. Is there any other way we can travel back home?”

“Well…we can try to walk.” Somchai stroked his chin and frowned. “But that will take too long.”

“What about an elephant?” Van Dijk suggested, much to Matip’s surprise. The Dutchman was never a big fan of animals besides red pandas. “Can’t we ride one?”

“Yes, I’m a former mahout. But I can’t ride a baby elephant like that one.” Somchai patted the elephant calf’s trunk. “We need a full-sized elephant.”

A low rumble filled the air. The bushes parted, only for a gray, slim trunk to push aside the tree. A grown elephant followed, caressing the calf with its trunk.

“It’s the calf’s mom!” Matip announced as if it was novel news.

“Can we ride an elephant cow?” Van Dijk asked Somchai. The man pursed his lips, carefully approaching the mother elephant. After stroking her trunk and feeling her underside, he nodded.

“If I can mount her carefully without balking, I think we’ll be fine.” Somchai motioned to a random tree. “Hand me those mango leaves, will you Joel? We need to lure her down to the ground, then I have to carefully convince her I’m not an enemy…”

“Where are Virgil and Joel?! It’s taking them ages!” Klopp paced the area of the conference room for the thirteenth time. “It never takes them this long--it’s nine thirty!”

“There you go again in ‘overprotective dad mode’,” Kornmayer chided him, feeding Ludger a wiener. “I’m sure they’re fine. Probably decided to enjoy a night market.”

“But we’re in a capital city!” Klopp objected. “Anything can happen. What if they got robbed, or assaulted! Or what if they found a bar and…”

“Jurgen, they’re grown men!” Taffarel laughed. “They’ll turn up eventually.”

As if to prove him right, the doorbell rang at that instant. Klopp pushed it open to see not one, not two, but three filthy, mud-covered men at the door. Two of which he recognized as his very own.

“Virgil! Joel! What happened?!”

“He’s in Overprotective Dad Mode again,” Kornmayer apologized. Klopp karate-kicked him out of the door frame before pulling Matip and Van Dijk in. Somchai sheepishly followed.

“Where in the world were you two?!” Klopp went on. “Why are you so muddy? Virgil, is that a bruise? And who IS that?” He pointed to Somchai, who quickly bowed in greeting.

“Sorry, boss.” As the smooth Dutch centerback, Van Dijk found it his duty to take matters into his own hands. “Me and Somchai were driving and our tuk-tuk broke down in the middle of the jungle. Then we ran into Joel and an elephant mom and baby.”

“Okay, now for the elephant in the room. Not those ones,” Klopp quickly elaborated. The German had slightly paled upon seeing a giant mother elephant in the hotel lobby with her baby. “What the CRAP were you doing in the jungle, Virgil? I thought you said you hated that thing!”

“Well…” Somchai spoke up for the first time since entering, shaking the mud off his hat. “Me and Virg were talking, and we accidentally took a…little detour.”

“We were stranded,” Van Dijk interrupted. He wiped some mud off his shirt, long forgotten. “But Joel and his elephants saved the day.”

“HIS ELEPHANTS?!”

“Come on, boss!” Matip grabbed a mango off the reception desk and lured the mother closer. “Boss, this is Pranee and her baby, Kamon. Mother and baby, this is Klopp, my boss. He has a little in common with you two.”

“A little in common?!” Van Dijk chuckled.

“Well, they’re both gray, wrinkled, fat--”

“Alright, and that’s quite enough!” Klopp quickly jumped in, stepping back when the baby tried to “hug” him with its trunk. “You two stay out of trouble, okay? And Joel, before you ask, we are not bringing these two to Kirkby! We already have enough elephants in the room over there!”

“Wait, you keep live elephants over there?” Somchai frowned, confused. “I thought you played football…”

“Well…it was nice meeting you, Somchai! And no offense, but…I have some paperwork to do that can’t wait!”

And with that, he sprinted towards the elevator, faster than Matip or Van Dijk had ever seen him.

“Well, that went well,” Matip concluded, stroking Pranee’s trunk. “The boss didn’t ground us.”

“Only because of the elephants,” Van Dijk reminded him, feeding Kamon a passionfruit. “Did you see how he ran? I’ve never seen the boss go that fast. Do you think…”

“No way.” Matip shook his head so furiously that it almost flew off. “Never! The boss laughs in the face of Guardiola, how can elephants scare him?”

“Well, they’re bigger than him.”

“So am I, should he be scared of me?”

“I’m already scared of your brain, Joel.”

“Me too.” Matip grinned, dusting off his hands. “Let’s do this again next year!”

“And get grounded by Klopp?”

Matip shrugged. “Yeah!”

Van Dijk smirked, high-fiving Matip. “Let’s do it.”

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