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soob1nn · 5 months

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MY FILMS - ADULT FAME DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

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Films are a powerful medium of storytelling and artistic expression. Combining visual, auditory, and narrative elements, films captivate audiences, transporting them to diverse worlds, evoking emotions, and sparking thought. From silent classics to cutting-edge blockbusters, the world of cinema has evolved, reflecting societal changes and pushing creative boundaries. Whether it's the magic of a well-crafted screenplay, the mesmerizing performances of actors, or the technical brilliance behind the scenes, films continue to be a dynamic and influential form of entertainment and cultural expression.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

The "Pirates of the Caribbean" saga is a cinematic adventure like no other, immersing audiences in a world of high-seas exploits, swashbuckling action, and supernatural wonders. This beloved franchise, brought to life by the charismatic Captain Jack Sparrow, has left an indelible mark on the world of cinema.

What sets the "Pirates of the Caribbean" saga apart is its perfect fusion of thrilling action and cleverly woven mythology. From the very first installment, "The Curse of the Black Pearl," to subsequent sequels, the films have taken viewers on a journey filled with cursed treasures, mythical creatures, and, of course, eccentric pirates.

At the heart of the saga is the enigmatic Captain Jack Sparrow, portrayed brilliantly by Johnny Depp. Jack's witty charm, unpredictable antics, and ever-present quest for rum have made him an iconic character in cinematic history.

The franchise's success also lies in its ability to seamlessly blend history and fantasy. The Caribbean settings, the pirate code, and the age of exploration provide a historically rich backdrop for the fantastical elements like cursed Aztec gold, undead sailors, and mermaids.

Each film in the series has introduced new characters and expanded upon the lore, creating a vast and interconnected narrative that keeps fans eagerly awaiting the next installment.

With unforgettable moments, memorable quotes, and a score that resonates long after the credits roll, the "Pirates of the Caribbean" saga has carved its place as a beloved classic. It's a thrilling voyage into the world of pirates, where legends, curses, and epic battles reign, making it a timeless adventure that continues to captivate audiences of all ages.

BEAUTY OF THE BEAST

"Beauty and the Beast," in its live-action adaptation, breathes new life into a timeless tale that has enchanted generations. This magical film takes the beloved animated classic and transforms it into a visually stunning and emotionally captivating experience.

Set in a picturesque French village, the story follows the intelligent and kind-hearted Belle, brilliantly portrayed by Emma Watson, who longs for more than the provincial life she leads. When her father becomes a prisoner in the enchanted castle of the Beast, played by Dan Stevens, Belle courageously takes his place, embarking on a journey of discovery, love, and the power of inner beauty.

With its stunning visual effects, lavish costumes, and memorable musical score, the live-action "Beauty and the Beast" faithfully pays homage to the original while adding depth to its characters and narrative. The film not only celebrates the power of love but also explores themes of tolerance, acceptance, and the beauty that lies within.

This enchanting adaptation is a cinematic masterpiece that captures the hearts of both long-time fans and new audiences, reaffirming the enduring power of this classic tale as old as time. "Beauty and the Beast" in its live-action form invites us to be their guest in a world where magic and love flourish, reminding us that beauty truly comes from within.

LITTLE WOMEN

"Little Women" stands as a cinematic jewel, capturing the timeless essence of Louisa May Alcott's literary masterpiece. This film adaptation, directed by Greta Gerwig, breathes new life into the beloved narrative of the March sisters, presenting a fresh and poignant take on sisterhood, ambition, and the pursuit of one's dreams.

Set against the backdrop of the American Civil War, "Little Women" unfolds the lives of the four March sisters—Jo, Meg, Beth, and Amy—each with distinctive personalities and aspirations. The film gracefully weaves between the past and present, allowing audiences to witness the joys and challenges of the sisters as they navigate the trials of womanhood, love, and societal expectations.

With an all-star cast featuring Winter Reed Jackman, Emma Watson, Florence Pugh, and Eliza Scanlen as the March sisters, and an exceptional performance by Timothée Chalamet as Laurie, the film brings these iconic characters to life with depth and authenticity.

Greta Gerwig's directorial prowess shines through as she infuses "Little Women" with a contemporary spirit, resonating with modern audiences while maintaining the timeless charm of the original story. The film is a celebration of the strength, resilience, and individuality of women, urging viewers to embrace their ambitions and forge their paths.

"Little Women" is a poignant and visually captivating cinematic journey that captures the spirit of sisterhood and the pursuit of one's aspirations. It invites audiences to revisit the cherished tale with fresh eyes, offering a profound and emotionally resonant experience for both new and devoted fans of this literary classic.

KNIVES OUT

"Knives Out" is a modern masterpiece in the realm of whodunits, a brilliantly crafted film that masterfully blends mystery, humor, and a star-studded ensemble cast. Directed by Rian Johnson, this murder-mystery film takes audiences on a rollercoaster ride of suspense, twists, and dark humor.

The story centers around the death of wealthy crime novelist Harlan Thrombey, portrayed by Christopher Plummer. When renowned detective Benoit Blanc, played by Daniel Craig, is enlisted to investigate, the Thrombey family becomes the focal point of scrutiny. With each member harboring secrets and motives, the plot thickens, and the suspense escalates.

"Knives Out" boasts a stellar cast including Daniel Craig, Winter Reed Jackman, Chris Evans, Jamie Lee Curtis, and more, each delivering standout performances that contribute to the film's gripping atmosphere. The narrative is cleverly layered, keeping viewers on the edge of their seats as they attempt to unravel the intricate web of deception and motive.

Beyond its gripping storyline, "Knives Out" is a sharp and satirical take on family dynamics, privilege, and the consequences of wealth. Rian Johnson's expert direction and sharp dialogue elevate the film, making it a delightful homage to classic whodunits while infusing it with a contemporary edge.

This cinematic gem not only keeps the audience guessing until the very end but also provides a fresh and entertaining perspective on the murder mystery genre. "Knives Out" is a clever and stylish film that engages the mind, tickles the funny bone, and ultimately leaves a lasting impression, establishing itself as a standout in the pantheon of modern cinema.

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

"Top Gun: Maverick" is a highly anticipated sequel that soars into the iconic world of fighter jets and high-stakes aerial combat. Directed by Joseph Kosinski and starring Tom Cruise reprising his role as Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, this film is a thrilling continuation of the 1986 classic, "Top Gun."

Set decades after the events of the original film, Captain Maverick finds himself adapting to a new era of aerial warfare dominated by drone technology. As he mentors a new generation of Top Gun graduates, the film promises heart-pounding dogfights, cutting-edge aviation sequences, and a nostalgic nod to the beloved elements that made the first film an enduring favorite.

"Top Gun: Maverick" not only reintroduces fans to the adrenaline-fueled world of fighter pilots but also introduces fresh faces played by actors like Miles Teller and Winter Reed Jackman. With its combination of high-octane action and character-driven storytelling, the film aims to capture the spirit of the original while propelling the narrative into uncharted skies.

As Maverick confronts his past and embraces the challenges of the future, the film offers a blend of nostalgia and innovation, promising an exhilarating cinematic experience for both longtime fans and a new generation of moviegoers. "Top Gun: Maverick" is poised to be a blockbuster that reignites the Maverick legend while delivering a visual spectacle that takes the iconic franchise to new heights.

THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO

"The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" unfolds on the silver screen as a spellbinding cinematic journey through the glitz and glamour of Hollywood's Golden Age. Adapted from Taylor Jenkins Reid's compelling novel, this film invites audiences into the captivating life story of Evelyn Hugo, a legendary film actress portrayed with brilliance and nuance.

In the film, we follow Evelyn's journey through the decades, beautifully capturing the essence of old Hollywood. The glamorous sets, meticulously crafted costumes, and evocative cinematography transport viewers to a bygone era where stars shone brightly on and off the screen.

As the narrative unfolds, the complexities of Evelyn’s seven marriages come to life, each husband portrayed by a stellar cast that adds depth to the character-driven drama. The film navigates the twists and turns of Evelyn’s life, revealing secrets, scandals, and the sacrifices made in the pursuit of fame and love.

The storytelling prowess of Taylor Jenkins Reid is masterfully translated to the screen, with Evelyn's compelling voice narrating her journey. The film seamlessly weaves together themes of identity, love, and the price of success, creating an emotional tapestry that resonates with audiences.

While exploring the intricacies of Evelyn's life, the film introduces Monique Grant, the journalist chosen by Evelyn to tell her story. Monique's personal journey becomes an integral part of the cinematic narrative, adding layers of depth and connection to the overarching tale.

"The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" on the big screen is more than a glamorous expose of Hollywood excess; it's a poignant exploration of the human experience. The film's rich storytelling, combined with outstanding performances and lush visuals, elevates it beyond a mere adaptation, making it a cinematic triumph that lingers in the hearts of viewers long after the final credits roll.

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rebelliousstories · 5 months

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Elf

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac

Fandom: Interview With The Vampire

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2,232

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Claudia wants to partake in the Christmas cheer and dress up for their party. With her dad’s otherwise occupied, she employs the help of the only other woman in the home.

A beautiful blonde head of curls wandered through the luxurious estate she had found herself in. In her hands, an equally gorgeous doll with porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. Their curls nearly matched, and you could not tell where her hair ended and the doll’s began. Her quest to find either one of her papa’s had not returned with any results yet, but she still continued. She looked in each room she could open but felt herself grow more and more frustrated when she still could not find them. Not only could she not find her papa’s, she could not find anyone. No one alive or dead was seen in the entire house.

“Claudia, what are you doing, my dear?” Turning around, the young girl beheld the only other woman in the home. Louis’ lover who had yet to turn had stopped her reading when the young girl wandered into the living room.

“Where are my papa’s?” She inquired, looking around. Claudia shifted on her feet, clearly nervous about being around the human. Louis had specifically instructed her not to even think about feeding from the human, and there would be severe repercussions if he thought she had. Her bloodlust still had yet to calm down thus leading her to not bond closely with the woman.

“Louis and Lestat went out on business. Something about getting provisions for the party in a few evenings. Is there something you needed, dear?” Her tone was so sweet and motherly; it made Claudia rethink her attitude towards the woman. Seeing how nervous the vampire girl was, the human patted the space next to her on the lounge for her to join on. Claudia cautiously walked over to the piece of furniture and sat gingerly down. It was if she thought that if she moved to hard or fast that the human would become frightened of her, or her hunger would surface.

“Now, what is it that you need your papa’s for? Maybe I can help instead?” She offered to the young girl. Claudia fiddled with the dress on her doll as she tried to find the words to talk to her.

“I just wanted to have some help choosing an outfit for the party.” She murmured, keeping her eyes down still. The woman next to her wanted to place her hand on the child, but thought otherwise.

“Well, I may have a few ideas if you want to look through my sketchbook.” Claudia immediately looked up towards the woman, who gazed down at her with love and a hint of mischief in her eyes. The young girl nodded eagerly and followed the woman to her room to retrieve said book. A coffin was seated right next to the large bed that was in the center of the farthest wall; which she knew belonged to Louis. Having never been in this room, Claudia took the time to look around as the older woman looked for her sketchbook.

“Aha! Here we are.” She beckoned Claudia over to her bed, and sat them both down on the plush mattress and blankets. Opening the front cover, Claudia was mesmerized by the vivid colors and intense strokes that defined the outfits that covered the pages. The young vampire flicked through the pages while feeling eyes on her from above but felt no nervousness now. She felt safe, like how she felt with Louis. They sat there for several moments in silence; Claudia flicking through the book and Louis’ lover watching her. They were not half-way through the book when Claudia excitedly pointed to a page with a costume sketched on.

“This one.” She decided. The older woman looked closer at it, and nodded at her choice.

“Excellent design, my dear.”

They agreed to keep the dress a secret from the other two vampires for the time being. Claudia did not have many opportunities to surprise her papa’s, and this was her chance. During the day while the vampires slept, Louis’ lover went over to the fabric shops near their home, gathering everything she needed to complete the request of the girl in time for the party in a few days. It was not going to be easy but it was going to be worth it. She worked in her sewing room where Lestat never ventured except to the door occasionally to complain about a tear in his clothing and beg her to fix it. Claudia would come in quite often to see the progress and even help. She loved being able to pin the border and trims around the edge of her skirts, and took great pride in helping to create her dress. Yet the one face that she had not seen much was the face of her lover, Louis.

He made himself scare in the days leading up to the Christmas party that Lestat insisted on having, and it greatly irked his lover. She got up from sewing a panel of the skirt together to take a break and made it her mission to find him. Walking towards the piano music that had begun to spin up, but was upset when she saw it was only Lestat and Claudia. She turned around and walked through the house stopping in the usual places she could have found her lover. He was not brooding at the dining table, nor was he reading in the living room. However, she did find him staring in contemplation at the fireplace in the library. The warm glow of the flames cast shadows over his face making him seem much older and more angular than he was, but it did not deter her. She walked towards her lover and gently placed her hand on his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. Louis grabbed his lover’s hand and placed a delicate kiss to her knuckles as she walked around to stand in front of him.

“I haven’t seen much of you lately, lover. What troubles you?” She whispered to the man before her. Had he been a human, he would not have caught it, but he did. He thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully, before he spoke.

“What are you and Claudia hiding?” He questioned, locking his eyes onto his lover’s. She giggled, which confused the vampire greatly.

“Oh, my love. You needn’t worry. She just wants to surprise you and Lestat with her dress for the party.” She explained, caressing her hand over her lover’s angular cheek. He nodded and kissed her palm, accepting what she said. However, his mood did not lift. Louis’ lover then placed herself gracefully in his lap, forcing his arms to wrap around her in order to keep her secured in her spot.

“That’s not the only thing plaguing your thoughts. Talk to me, Louis.” She pleaded. One of her hands went to his hair, while the other cradled his jaw. Supernatural eyes met natural ones; all the sorrow of the world rested in them.

“Just thinking about Christmas when I was Claudia’s age.” His lover said nothing and allowed the man to continue with his remembrance.

“When I was young, mother would tell us that elves were all around during the holiday season. That they were watching to see who was naughty and who was nice to report to Santa. It wasn’t until I was a young man before I learned the truth. Santa was not real and neither were his little helpers. I remember being Claudia’s age and going to see the town square that was decorated, believing that there were elves all around.” His eyes became distant as he reflected on his past, and yet the woman perched in his lap remained silent still. Louis closed his eyes and dropped his head onto her chest, and stayed. They remained there for several minutes, although it could have been hours for all they knew. She pressed a kiss to his head, but did not pull away yet.

“They may not have pointed ears, or jingle bells on their shoes, but helpers of Santa exist to help keep the spirit of Christmas. Whether you see them or not.” Her gentle whisper reverberated through Louie’s being. He had long since lost the magic of Christmas, but he supposed that Claudia still believed in all that. Louis nuzzled himself deeper into her chest, and continued to sit there with his lover.

A few days later, the Christmas party was in full swing. Lestat flitted about with the home, fully at peace with entertaining the guests. His charismatic smile stretched across his pale skin, and made his eyes dazzle. The blonde curls fell over his shoulder as he turned his head to look around. He was looking for some thing specific. No, someone specific; Louis and Claudia. Lestat was indifferent to the human that lived with them. He did not mind her presence as a whole, but could not begin to care about her in the slightest if she showed up. Eventually, he found one of the two he was looking for. Louis was nursing a cup of wine and a few grapes as his eyes scanned the room.

“Where is Claudia?” Lestat demanded of the dark haired vampire who sat unbothered. Said vampire popped another grape into his mouth, and then spoke.

“Getting dressed.” His simple reply came, which infuriated Lestat. However, Louis was not paying attention to him. The girl were taking a bit longer than originally planned but it would surely be worth it. Claudia and his love would come out and steal the show. He hoped that is what was going to happen. It made Louis swell with pride when he saw his lover captivate people in any room they were in. Out of all the damned creatures on this pane, she chose him. Him; a flawed, imperfect, sinner of the worst variety. Her; an angel, beautiful, perfect, saint above all else. She chose him.

“Ah, there she is. Look at that gown.” Lestat proclaimed, eyes intently watching his daughter walk down the stairs with Louis’ lover, hand in hand. The vampires’ locked their eyes on to the women that were about to grace the room with their presence. A soft green dress, with minor gold accents, and a touch of an icy blue throughout the designs that were delicately placed all over the dress Claudia was in. Her feet covered by slippers in the same green shade as her dress. Her hair looked freshly washed, while her cheeks looked perfectly rosy. She looked like a beautiful doll.

And while Lestat fawned over Claudia, intent on showing her around immediately, Louis’ eyes stayed on the child before he was rocked to look towards his lover. A darker, forest green draped her figure while the emerald around her neck glittered to life. A small ring of citrine that matched her lover’s eyes rested on her finger, and it took his breath away. Well, it would if he had any. Her heels clicked softly against the hard flooring, and her gloves deafened the sound of the banister she was holding onto. When Louis extended a hand to her, she placed it in his without hesitation. But the did not move from the stairs. He tried to find the words, but nothing seemed to come out.

“That dress. The one Claudia is wearing. Where did you?” Louis could not put into words the emotions he was feeling.

“You know where the design came from, my love.” She replied, staring deep into his eyes that were slowly welling up with tears.

“My daughter.” His voice barely a whisper, so difficult to hear over the sound of the party. But he watched his lover nod her head gently.

“I saw a picture of that dress on her in one of your photos, and felt so inspired by it that I had to draw it. When Claudia wanted a dress last week, she was drawn to that one as well. She couldn’t explain it either, but the design really spoke to her. Are you upset?” She questioned timidly, not wishing to upset the vampire before her. As a few tears fell from his eyes, that he tried desperately to hide, he shook his head.

“No, dearest. I’m glad that her memory can live on, even in something as simple as a dress. I appreciate it.” She smiled at his words and pulled him into a loving embrace.

“They might not have pointed ears, or jingles on their shoes-” her words purposefully trailing off, “but helpers of Santa exist to help keep the spirit of Christmas.” Louis finished in the neck of his lover. He pulled back and placed a single delicate kiss to her lips, before remembering the rules of etiquette they had to abide by, and returned to the party they had nearly abandoned.

Claudia continued to be fawned over, with plenty of people genuinely inquiring about the dress she was wearing. She loved being able to tell her that she helped to make it, and most of it was done by the woman on Louis’ arm. Louis was pleased at how well the girls were finally starting to get along after this whole experience. No one noticed, or at least no one said anything, about the ethereal feeling of the woman on Louis’ arm. No one cared to mention the slight point of her ear that was revealed from her updo.

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louisupdates · 20 days

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The former One Direction will perform in Chile on May 24 at the Bicentenario Stadium in La Florida with his "Faith in the Future" tour. We talked exclusively with the British star who went from being a teenage pop idol to a professional soccer player, and finally to consolidating his own more mature and rocking sound. This is the successful present of the artist who loves to sing as much as he loves to play ball.

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[Translated from Spanish]

In 2022, Louis Tomlinson stepped on Chile for the first time alone to present his debut album "Walls". A bet that exceeded any expectation, because the madness was such that the British, that the former One Direction filled the Movistar Arena three times.

But that was not all, his fans had prepared a surprise for him that, as he confessed to La Cuarta, gave him "goosebumps." During the chorus of the song "Kill my mind", the young women organized themselves to coordinate the lights of their cell phones, creating a kind of mesmerizing wave, leaving the singer and his team speechless, so much so that the moment was recorded in his documentary "All of Those Voices". Moreover, the photo of one of those concerts was nothing more and nothing less than the poster.

But the music that makes him vibrate so much was not always his first choice in life. In 2013, just when the One Direction world tour that brought them to Chile was announced with two concerts at the National Stadium, Louis signed a contract with the League TwoDoncaster Rovers team, and only in 2017, two years after the group took an indefinite break, he was able to debut as a substitute in a match witnessed by more than five thousand fans.

“It's really an honor to be in the club where I spent most of my childhood," he wrote at the time on his Twitter account. However, the boy's dream stagnated when in 2020 and in the middle of the pandemic, he decided to launch himself as a soloist. All of his former bandmates had done it; it was his time.

Thus Louis - whom we recognize with nostalgia, familiarity, and a psychological interest - became one of the most important artists of his generation, adding milestones such as a billion streams on Spotify, numerous awards and being in the Guinness World Records book for breaking the record for the most watched live broadcast concert of a male soloist.

"I FEEL VERY GRATEFUL TO HAVE THAT LOVE HERE"

On the day of the interview with the newspaper, we arrived at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel where the interpreter stayed two days after a successful presentation at Tecate Pa'l Norte 2024 in Mexico, and a promotional step through Brazil. Despite the fatigue, he maintained a good attitude with the press, but mainly with his crowded fans outside the venue, who shouted his name from time to time.

Being in front of a pop idol who has spent half of his life on tour, in conferences and with a handful of iconic songs that marked more than a generation, is truly intimidating, but Louis makes anyone lower their guard because he welcomes you as if he were your friend. Wearing a pair of relaxed jeans, black t-shirt and sneakers in tune, he smiles and greets us in a friendly manner. Although he is surrounded by people who make up his team— overwhelming— but this is his natural environment; and thus begins a dialogue with La Cuarta about his two passions.

Q: Louis, you return to Chile in May after filling three arenas on your last visit, something historic! What will it be like to return with that powerful precedent?

Louis: I feel like my Spanish is coming back! I almost knew what you were asking (laughs). I'm very excited, I feel very lucky to be able to perform in an enclosure of that size in my... well, technically on my second solo tour. I feel very grateful to have that love and passion here. I'm mainly very excited about these shows.

Q: In several of your "Faith In the Future" songs, you talk about nostalgia, changes and the passage of time. Are they topics that you think about frequently or only arise when composing?

Louis: Yes, I would say that I am a little bit of a deep thinker. I think it helps me as a songwriter, but I also think that nostalgia is a great thing to write about. It’s a great topic to feel as a listener and also to write as a songwriter. And I'm also interested in psychology, so anything that makes the brain feel in a certain way, I think it's interesting.

Q: What would the 32-year-old Louis with a successful second album under his arm and a new tour say to the teenager who applied to The X Factor in 2010?

Louis: I would insist that he should do it. I think there is definitely an element, in every young person in that situation, there is something very terrifying that makes you want to start. But I would also tell you, what I have learned the most, to trust your instinct, trust that feeling and be brave to make decisions, the right decisions for yourself.

Q: Among those decisions is to be the last 1D member to make your solo career, and today we are here with "Faith In The Future" that sounds 100% yours. Looking back, how do you see the path has unwinded?

Louis: I feel very comfortable. The mentality I have now feels very different from the one I had when I started this trip as a soloist. I feel very blessed to be able to continue making music. But it's also a very nice feeling and it's something very new for me to feel so comfortable on stage and so comfortable when I'm making the music I want to make. In general, yes, I am very happy.

WHEN CHILE DRISTLED HIS SKIN

Q: Louis, I imagine there must be some time in your career when you said, wow, I did it!

Louie: You know, I used to resist that idea, because for some reason, I don't know, I never wanted to give myself that. But I've had it, I've started trying to have those moments for myself. It often happens during concerts, it can be something that fans did together, like fun fan projects. But also, even when I played at the festival now in Mexico, that was one of those moments. I was a little nervous when I went out and the audience was so big, but people seemed to be having a good time. So yes, it was amazing.

Q: Now that you mentioned the fan project, when you came to Chile, your followers prepared one for the song "Kill My Mind" that was beautiful. How did you experience it from the stage?

Louis: I had no idea what was going to happen! I know that fans often make fan projects, in a way of doing something entertaining for me and something unique in each show, but I didn't know what to expect. And, to be honest, I remember that I got goosebumps, it was an incredible show. And, again, always in these concerts, and especially in Latin America, it’s not only ten people, everyone on the venue is participating! For me, it’s a very euphoric thing to see from the stage.

Q: Changing the subject, football is one of your passions, what place does it occupy in your life today?

Louis: I would say that definitely, before I was in the band, nothing came close in my life, football was everything to me. Now music is. I absolutely love football, but for me nothing comes close to music. Obviously it's my job, that's important, but as a fan, I'm talking more like a fan, I probably don't watch enough football these days, I'm usually busy, but I catch up with the "highlights" (the most important moments of the game). It's still a big part of my life, especially when they play in England. I'm excited for the next European Championship. We're going to win it!

Q: Of course! [England] is the parents of football. Finally, what makes you happiest today?

Louis: The family, definitely, the family and friends. And specifically in my work world. It's live concerts. That gives me amazing feelings.

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kannibaleherzen · 1 year

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I have Disneyland on my mind, so I wrote some headcannons about Dano characters and their favorite attractions at the Disneyland Resort! No surprises, SFW fluff. All these guys under the cut. ♡

I made the graphic on my phone so it sucks.

Additions of Burt Fabelman and Louis Ives are also included! ♡♡♡♡♡

Dwayne Hoover: He wants to be a pilot, and in fact can be at Disneyland! He absolutely loves and will fight to get the pilot position every time at Millennium Falcon: Smuggler's Run. Dwayne has tried and once successfully gotten your ride crew to activate Chewy mode. If cast would let him, he could pilot both positions alone, but they can't and won't. Dwayne also always gets excited about Soarin' Around the World. He is mesmerized by the indoor portion of the queue with all the pilots on the walls and reads them every time.

Lucas: This sweet boy is into Fantasyland. The traditional King Arthur's Carrousel, Dumbo the Flying Elephant, and Snow White's Enchanted Wish. He could spend all day in Fantasyland if you let him. In the evening, he loves getting a good spot for fireworks that start at 9:00. About 40 minutes before, he wades through the crowd to get a churro for you two to share when it starts. It takes forever to even get the churro, so you two always cherish that moment.

Pierre Bezukhov: A Fantasyland man as well. Alice in Wonderland, Mad Tea Party, then Matterhorn Bobsleds in that order before anything else in the park. Unlike Calvin who uses connections, Pierre is a member of Club 33, and will take you to the 1901 Lounge at the Carthay Circle instead because he thinks it's classier and the drinks are better there. Once sufficiently drunk and fed, he loves to go watch Mickey's PhilharMagic.

Jay: Rise of the Resistance isn't just a ride, it's a full experience. Jay will wait however long it takes to get through the queue and on. He loves the scene with the Stormtroopers and hopes one day he can recruit more ALF members to have a big enough fleet like that to save more animals. When it's over, he always takes time to chat with cast members about the cats that live back there. How are they? When do they get food left for them? When were they spayed or neutered? And so forth.

Percy Dolarhyde: In typical fashion, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. The best part to him is the hill climb with explosions. Percy won't admit it, but he also has a soft spot for The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. His favorite part is looking up and behind to catch a glimpse of the old Country Bears Jamboree that used to occupy the space.

Calvin Weir-Fields: You will be dragged to Pirates of the Caribbean by him. He wants the redhead! It's no surprise he does the same right after for Roger Rabbit's CarToon Spin. Calvin loves the queue spot where he can knock on Jessica Rabbit's door and say Walt sent him. Once done there, he must go on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Because in the end, you go to hell. He uses connections to get into Club 33 for a romantic dinner after putting up with him.

Alex Jones: Cars Land. Just... All of it. The first time he sets foot, he is in love. Why wouldn't he be? The themeing of Radiator Springs is perfect! Alex loves doing finger guns and shouts Lightning McQueen's "Ka'chow!" for the photo on Radiator Springs Racers. When on Luigi's Rocking Roadsters, he loves the circles at the end of the song and puts his arms up (as is the custom). He always needs a pic with Mater.

Eli Sunday: The higher the ride, the closer to God. Eli is pretty traditional when it comes to rides, and loves the Pixar Pal Around. He does not go in the regular gondola, but the swinging one. He is just a touch crazy after all. Eli also likes the Disneyland Railroad, but scoffs at the dinosaur scene between Tomorrowland and Mainstreet U.S.A. believing they've never existed.

Hank Thompson: He's just so excited about everything. Hank absolutely must go to Adventureland first to ride Indiana Jones Adventure. A Spielberg movie brought to life! He always hopes to get the driver's seat because it's the best. Hank never looks into the eyes of Mara! After is a trip on Jungle Cruise, and always laughs at the skipper's jokes. He loves getting bao from the Tropical Hideaway. When visiting DCA, he must go on Grizzly River Run and say hi to Francisco the cat who lives near the queue.

Timothy Klitz: Klitz just wants to cuddle with you anywhere and everywhere. It's a Small World is the best for doing so. A good 15 minute boat ride with an albeit slightly grating song is good enough. He loves The Haunted Mansion for the same reason. Any slow, dark ride where you can feed each other popcorn is best. To get in and out of the park, he enjoys taking the Monorail from Downtown Disney.

Edward Nashton: You ever see an impossibly high score on a game? Higher than the cast members who work the ride, Edward is the champ! Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blasters is where it's at for Eddie! He gets so immersed in it that he forgets there's a photo and he always looks so determined, hunched over reaching out with the blaster in hand. He also goes crazy competitive on Toy Story: Midway Mania and always gets the tippiest of top scores to your amazement.

Joby Taylor: First, you need to beg, plead, and bribe him to even set foot on property. They serve alcohol is the line that gets him. Joby is so not into the no smoking unless outside security, but can stand it for a day. Just for you. Beer in hand, you force him in line for Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission Breakout! He downs the beer, gets on, then once your ride plays Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf, he is hooked.

Burt Fabelman: He worked for GE! Keeping to the time period, he adores the Carousel of Progress in Tomorrowland. He feels so proud of what he does now and what the future holds. He has to see the show first! Tomorrowland is where he feels happiest (People Mover!), but also is down for a round in the Enchanted Tiki Room, and Mark Twain's River Boat, too.

Louis Ives: A bit of a traditionalist. He adores the fact the carousel horses are authentic antiques. Any time Mary Poppins and Burt are on it as well, he gets giddy and will watch and wave at them! Louis adores Storybook Land, even if it's filled with the youngest of guests. When it comes to dining, Louis somehow always manages to score a coveted reservation to the Blue Bayou. Every. Single. Trip. He won't share his secret on how he does it, but if you had to guess, he knows a cast member.

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covenofthearticulate · 11 months

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Headcanons re: Armand’s Bed Pile™ during Pride Season

The very first time Louis was still at Trinity Gate in June, he was Very Confused when Daniel asked him to attend any Pride festivities with him and Armand. (90% of the time Louis forgets that he is, in fact, in a Queer Relationship). He almost says no, but Armand gives him that Look he simply can’t refuse, and so he does go, and he complains a lot, and has much more fun than he’ll ever admit to.

Louis and Daniel bond quite a lot over memories of the San Francisco queer scene back in the day. Turns out they frequented a lot of the same bars. Maybe they even have some friends in common. (One day they’ll get around to talking about what happened in the 80s, after Daniel left and Louis returned to the shadows. But for now they still bask in the nostalgia of it all).

At one point in the evening Armand and Daniel leave Louis alone because he gets so Mesmerized by all the flashing rainbow lights. Eventually Daniel buys a light-up necklace for Louis to take home. Louis blushes like crazy but continues to stare at the damn thing for the rest of the night.

Armand is still obsessed with all the weird crazy colorful drinks that all the bars have during Pride. He buys them all for Daniel, who can no longer drink them, but still cradles them in his hands and swirls them around just to watch the liquids mix together.

When Lestat comes into town, he insists on coordinating outfits with everyone. He also insists on doing everyone’s makeup, which takes an absurdly long amount of time because Lestat keeps getting distracted by how pretty everyone is, which leads to a few stray makeout sessions in the middle of eyeshadow blending.

Idk I like to think The Vampire Lestat (the band) is one of those Queer Icon Bands in contemporary times. Maybe one night they hear one of Lestat’s songs in a bar or club or something. Lestat probably bawls his eyes out, but Daniel jumps and sings along while Armand rolls his eyes and Louis stares in awe at all the people who still know the lyrics.

They all have different ways of referring to their sexualities. Daniel refers to himself as gay, Lestat is bi and incredibly proud of it, Armand is pretty detached but tends to gravitate towards the term queer, and Louis flat out refuses to say anything out loud at all.

For the last pride event of the season, Louis surprises everyone by wearing his leather harness and tight leather pants just so that he can see everyone’s reactions (Lestat damn near faints, Daniel whoops and hollers, and Armand remains silent but gets that dark, hungry look in his eyes).

#sorry these are mostly louis focused lmfao i just love him alright #headcanons #Louis de Pointe du Lac #Lestat De Lioncourt #armand #daniel molloy #Interview with the Vampire #The Vampire Chronicles #The Vampire Lestat #The Vampire Armand #trinity gate #armand bed pile

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maineventbts · 1 year

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OMG!

pairing: idol!jhope x idol!reader

genre: pwp , fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: unprotected sex , oral m!receiving, deep throating, dirty talk , crying (minors do NOT engage).

summary: loved by everyone but ignored by the person you want the most. you’re determined to get hoseok’s attention.

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this ! pls ignore any mistakes and feel free to leave any comments/feedback in my inbox (anons are on) 🫶🏾

As an idol, you didn't have much time for romance. No dates or situationships, just you and your music. Though you were lacking in that area, you were very successful. Everyone believed that you were the sweetest angel, so kind and poised. With large audiences all over the world, you were loved for your many talents and visuals. Brand deals with Fenty, working with Dior, producing for artists like SZA. You were adored by everyone, except for Jung Hoseok.

You were infatuated with Hoseok. The way he walked, and talked, you were instantly hooked. You first realized you had feelings for him after meeting him at an awards ceremony. Of course, you loved his music and thought he was super talented, but seeing him in person changed the game. Unfortunately, he wouldn't even look your way. For the past few months, you've been trying to get Hoseok's attention. Batting your lashes at him, talking softly and sweetly. Parading around in your risqué performance outfits, whenever you get the chance.

The majority of your conversations consisted of compliments, admiring each other's music, and plans to work together soon. In all of your interactions, you've only seen him look once. But! He did stare for a long time. In fact, you received looks from all sorts of people, admiring your beauty. You were getting sick of getting attention from everyone but him. This week, you'll have the chance to talk to him again. There were rehearsals for the AMA's and you would both be there. This time, you were determined to reel him in.

You just walked off the stage with your group members. Rehearsals were out of the way, and you could focus on what you truly came here for. Stalking through the halls, peering around different corners, you waited to catch a glimpse of him. Your fellow members watched you from a distance, cackling at your devious antics. They knew all about your crush and encouraged you to indulge in some form of romance.

Finally, he was walking down the hallway you were in. It was nearly impossible to pry your eyes away from him. Admiring his casual yet stunning Louis Vuitton outfit. You whip your head around quickly, praying he didn't catch your wandering eyes.

You hear your name called, and you pick your head up, looking at the man of your dreams. "Hey, Hobi!" You both lean in for a small side hug and you're hit in the face with his alluring cologne. This man smelled and looked absolutely amazing, you were ready to drop dead.

"It's nice to see you again," you leaned up against the wall, gazing into his eyes. His hands are in his pockets as he faces you, dawning a sincere smile, "it's great to see you too! I saw you up on the stage, you guys were amazing." That one compliment has your knees buckling—he watched your performance?! You didn't show it but, on the inside, you were jumping up and down.

You thank him calmly while screeching on the inside. "It's a shame I didn't get to see you guys rehearse, I'm sure you did amazing though." The small talk between you two continues, with you throwing compliments and praise back and forth. The conversation further confirmed that you were indeed crushing on him. Hoseok was charming, just a few words from him and you were mesmerized. You've never been this infatuated with another person before, it was odd.

"Can I just say how great you look," you decided that it was time to make a move, you could only put up with the small talk for so long. Your bold statement caught him off guard, cheeks blushing a bright fuchsia. "Well thanks, you look amazing yourself," his words came out quickly, slightly stammered. His nervousness was apparent, and quite frankly, you were loving every minute of it.

Hoseok's face is blazing hot, while he struggles to look you in the eyes. He's trying hard to hold himself together, but everything you're saying to him sounds heavenly. You're one of the most attractive people he's ever met and you're giving him the time of day; he didn't know how to act.

"I mean it, anybody would be lucky to have you," you tilt your head to the side, refusing to break eye contact, "you're a total catch, kinda surprised no one's snatched you up yet." Fidgeting with the embroidery on his pants, Hoseok chuckled, looking down at his shoes. "I'm really busy, not much time for that," his response was quick yet calm, he was struggling to keep his cool. He hadn't been approached by someone as bold as you, he was caught off guard.

"Poor Hobi, all work and no play. Don't you want to have fun," you question, crossing your arms, "You like fun, don't you?" At this point, you were just messing with him, but hoping that he'd take the bait. Watching him be frazzled by your words was the highlight of your year. He brought his hand up, rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't stay still if his life depended on it. "I like fun, I'm just stressed these days," his response was the perfect set up for you to pull him in.

"Why don't you let me help you relax."

A few hours later, you find yourself in his hotel room. Hoseok's sitting at a desk while you stand behind him, hands massaging his shoulders. You can't believe that you were really doing this, you've never been this bold before. "That feels so good," he groans, visibly settling into his seat. Your hands slowly move from his collarbone to the buttons on his shirt, carefully undoing the top one. Before you know it, his shirt is open, and your palms are caressing his abs.

Hoseok was enjoying every second of this. The prettiest girl he's ever met rubbing him all over, willing to do anything to make him feel better; he was in heaven. Then reality hit him, "We really shouldn't." He instantly stood up, looking concerned. Your hands rested on the chair, fingers tracing the edges. "We really should," you responded softly yet swiftly. He rubbed his eyes, looking disheveled, and said, "I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." He was so sweet and concerned for your well-being. You didn't give a fuck. Hoseok could do anything to you, and you'd let him.

Your hand gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down to your level, "but I want you." He stared down at you, looking a little nervous, and what you said next didn’t help. "Don't you want me too?"

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Without any hesitation, he smashed his lips up against yours. Parting your lips, you allowed his tongue to sliver through, battling with your own. Moving away from the desk, you move your make-out session toward the edge of the bed. He pulls away, gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Your skirt and panties follow behind, dropping to the floor, piling up with his discarded shirt.

Taking initiative, you push him onto the bed, forcing him to sit. Standing before him, you press a light kiss onto his lips. The tingly feeling lingers as you pull away from him. "Been looking forward to this for a long time," your admission comes out slowly, extending your words. You carefully lower yourself to your knees, brushing your hair away from your shoulders.

You sit prettily in front of an excited Hoseok, eager to get his hands on you. His eyes are lazy, and he's sporting the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, waiting to see how well you can handle his cock. Unbuttoning his bottoms, you slowly pull them down, wanting to take your time. Pulling him out of his boxers, you let out a small gasp. You didn't know what to expect, but you were thoroughly impressed. You couldn't wait to sink your claws into him and swallow him whole (literally).

You wrap your mouth around the tip, precum giving your lips a shimmering coat. Letting your tongue carefully flick over his slit. Slowly, your mouth slides down his cock, almost stuffed. Hoseok looks down at you, taking in the angelic sight. "You look so pretty like this," he compliments, hands coming up to caress your face. He wonders how someone with such an innocent image is on her knees for him. He lets out a low groan, overwhelmed by the warmth from your mouth.

He admires your dedication, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you try to fit all of him into your mouth. The sounds of you gagging and slobbering on his cock are divine. Each time his tip hits the back of your throat, he's gripping the bedding under him, trying to fight the urge to explode in your mouth.

You pull his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following your lips. Instantly, his hands are cupping your face, and he's giving you a harsh kiss. As you stand up, you're lightly pushed from behind, falling over onto the bed. Hoseok is quick to discard the rest of his clothes, tossing them along with yours. He follows you, his hand smacking against your ass, enticed by the recoil.

Hoseok is behind you, hands rubbing over the entirety of your ass, "So fuckin' perfect," he mutters under his breath. Lining his cock up with your soaked hole, he slowly slides in. You moan in unison, overwhelmed by the pleasurable feeling. His hands come up to your hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to thrust into you. His pace started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. "So big," you whimper, leaning your head against the bed.The stretch was refreshing, and you drooled at the thought of being filled with his cock.

Picking up the pace, your hips smacking against each other, echoing through the hotel room. Your arousal dripped from your pussy, making a mess on the bedspread. Each thrust is harder than the last, leaving you breathless. His cock easily slides in and out of your pussy with ease. You were soaking wet since you had your hands all over him. You find yourself trying to move away from him, only to be snatched back against his hips in a powerful thrust. "You wanted my attention so badly; don't run now," Hoseok chuckles, you're practically in tears as your nails dig into the bed. He found your behavior amusing; not too long ago, he was putty in your hands. Now, he has you lost for words, too cock drunk to speak.

Lifting your head, you turn to face the man behind you. "Feels so good," you whine while he continues to wreck your drenched hole. "Yeah? "You take me so well," he says, his words followed by low groans. "Been wanting this for a long time," he shamelessly admits, "thinking about how pretty you'd look on my cock." His words rush to your core. Everything he was saying was music to your ears; he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Your mind felt hazy, clouded by euphoric feelings and Hoseok. For the last few months, you've wanted nothing more than to be stuffed with his cock, and now you don't want it to end. "Oh, my god," you exclaim as you turn your head to face Hoseok, who is staring at you and biting his lower lip. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen. Smacks and moans can be heard throughout the room, you pray no one has come looking for him.

Too fucked out to form a coherent sentence, all you can do is let out an airy moan. You're hit with a powerful wave of pleasure, letting out a string of curse words as you fall apart on his cock. This doesn't stop Hoseok, he's still ramming into you from behind, hitting all of the right spots. "Look at you, doing so well," the compliment hits you right in your core, and you whimper in response.

Hoseok's thrusts begin to falter, his hands still tightly gripping your hips. "Cum in me, please," you're begging, which makes him lose all of his composure, paired with how tight you're squeezing him. Before you know it, he's letting out a series of grunts and groans. With one last thrust, he's spilling into you. He pulls out slowly, and you both sigh deeply, trying to catch your breath. Sitting back, you both watch his cum drip from your pussy. "So fucking beautiful," He says, staring in awe at the sight, ecstatic to see how messy he made you.

Pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, Hoseok runs his hand down your back as you struggle to pull yourself together. "You did so well for me," he reassures you, before grabbing a towel to clean you up. For someone you didn’t have much of a relationship with, you were surprised that he took such great care of you.

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After you've both cleansed yourselves, you're sitting across from each other on the bed. "Oh, my god! You liked me this whole time," you exclaim, sounding slightly frustrated. You've been showing off for months, thinking he wasn't interested, only to discover he's just as interested in you. Giggles come from the man in front of you as you explain all of your elaborate plans to get his attention. "You were just so intimidating, I didn't know how to approach you." His admission made you feel much better, you knew you weren't delusional!

"So, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

#bts #bts fic #bts x reader #bts smut #jung hoseok #bts drabble #jhope smut #jhope fanfic #jhope x reader #jhope oneshot #bts oneshots #hobi x reader

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cuntylestat · 1 year

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litchrally in this episode where we get to see just how much louis loved lestat, how even almost 30 years into their relationship he's still mesmerized and enamored by him, yet he never said the words to lestat's face. where he's taken aback when daniel says dumping lestat instead of burning him was an act of love because louis has suppressed just how traumatizing murdering lestat was for him. where we see him start to break down when he's questioned on this and his memories. and then it ends on him unconvincingly saying armand is the love of his life and i'm supposed to believe it?

#never in a million years. i'm a loustat truther until the bitter end #iwtv spoilers

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faithinlouisfuture · 2 years

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LTWT22: Istanbul - Change/s

#ltwt22 #ltwt22: istanbul #MY SHOW #my video #change/s.mp3 #I didn’t record all of Change cuz it was the one song most people didn’t know I wanted to be LOUD shouting it back at him #and managing the recording was interfering with my horrendous singing cuz this mf can’t stand still and moves around so much 😭#so I stopped recording and just enjoyed it in real life #it was BEYOND beautiful to hear in real life #mad hyped for lt2 #😭😭😭#also I really have new levels of respect for people who livestream #it’s not easy keeping Louis in frame #and it’s annoying to watch the phone screen instead of constantly letting your eyes drink in the real thing #he’s mesmerizing and keeps your attention on him #that’s why my videos are so shaky #cuz I’d be staring at him and then realize my phone is recording his feet 😂

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acesofspadess · 9 months

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Avocados...

a/n: its the big three...

summary: Louis ends up talking about his relationship with you and avocados

The news had been out for a few months now that you, Louis, Niall and Harry were in a committed relationship. And while it wasn't exactly news to your fans who had predicted it since you had all met during the One Direction days, people had opinions they felt had to be heard. You four already kept your personal lives to yourselves, but the occasional ‘my girlfriend’ or ‘my boyfriend’ would present itself in interviews or shows.

Louis was at LADbible for a day of interviews and was currently doing a snack war.

“You know i feel really bad for saying this because i actually really fucking hate baked beans.” He looked up at the crew in front of him, seeing their faces. “I must be one of the only men in England- or only person in England that hates baked beans, yeah.” He brought the plate to his side listening to Becky, a crew member, try and give him the easiest way to eat it.

“Go on, let me.” he flipped his eyesight to the other bowl. “And what have we got here? What's this?” he put down the fork before switching back to the beans. “I'll come to this in a sec shall? Right. Oh, i fucking hate beans, do you know what? For you lot, though, I will give it a go. Oh, H will never let me live this down.” He sprinkled some cheese on top, completely missing his mention of one of his significant others. “It must be fifteen years since I've had some beans.”

He listened to Becky explain what was in the bowls, apologizing for not explaining himself. “I don't know, they're just weird.” was his response to why he didn't like it. He took the smallest bite he could and chewed with a pained expression. “Oh, fucking awful, man. Oh that's gross, man.” he shook his head hoping that would diminish the taste from his mouth.

“Right, mac and cheese, fucking staple.” he moved onto the bowl of pasta after taking a drink to rid the taste of beans from his mouth. “Again ‘american’ right? Cause it looks Italian to me.” he took a hefty bite and relaxed in his chair. “Banging though. I had a lot of mac and cheese, or a lot of cheesy pasta, growing up as a kid. To be fair, for my little lad Freddie, my girlfriend - who is half Italian, makes him a lot of cheesy pasta, so… I'd have to go with that.”

“Is there anything else she makes for him? Or is that like the staple?” Becky asked out of pure curiosity.

“My fans are gonna hate me for this, she makes a lot of food from her Trinidad side and one thing we always have in the house is avocados, Freddie loves it when she makes them. She makes those and - i know it's not the right wording but like candied bananas. Those are really good. Actually-”

He took out his phone from his pocket and tapped a few buttons before the facetime ringing was heard. “I really hope she answers otherwise that would be-” he cocked his head with a laugh and watched as the call connected, your beautiful face popping up on the screen.

“Hey love.” a smile so big was plastered on his face as he saw you. “Hey Lou. I thought you were filming still?” your washed Trini accent was heard through the phone, confusion laced within. “I am,” he walked in a circle to show you and laughed. “I don't think you should be on your phone in the middle of an interview, Lou.”

“No I'm not. I wanted to ask you a question though.” The phone was now visible for the cameras to see and they could see you cock your head with questions. “Alright then.”

“When you make avocados for us you make like this candied banana but i forgot what they're called and i don't want to keep saying ‘candy bananas’ like a wanker.”

Your laugh as well as others was heard and he just shook his head at you. “Its fried plantains Lou. and you can have them sweet or salty. Just like avos.” he was mesmerized with the way you spoke about things from your culture, “Thank you love.”

“Was that it?” you asked, adjusting your sunglasses as you walked out of the shade. “What are you doing and who are you with?” he asked, remembering the second laugh he heard. “I'm with Ni right now. We just went out to this little cafe before going back to the studio where H and Freddie are.” you showed him Niall who made a silly face at lou. “Alright love, I will call you when I'm done. Love you both.”

Niall who was no longer in frame was heard shouting an ‘ i love you’ back and you giggled. “I love you Lou.”

“Give my love to H and Freddie will you?”

“Of course Lou.”

“Alright , alright, I'll see you later.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And as he went to hang up Niall's second ‘love you’ was briefly heard. “Right, fried plantains and ‘avos’ as my girlfriend says. The only way I eat them. Fucking avocados man.”

#louis tomlinson #niall horan #harry styles #tomlinsonedits #louis update #lthq #holding on to heartache #fitfwt #all this time #shirtless louis #niall james horan #nialler #cute niall #niall horan x reader #niall horan fluff #niall horan fanfiction #narry storan #larry stylinson #nouis horanson

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blowingcookies · 25 days

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you're mine noona - pt 1 - cha eunwoo x reader - day 13

Warning: smut (18+ only)

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You had killed his mother. That's what everybody thought, at least, including Cha Eunwoo.

His dark eyes bored into your own as he strode down the long hallway in your father's mansion. You couldn't help but feel the electricity between you two that was always firing, but it felt especially inappropriate on the day of your step mother's funeral.

All you did was walk in on her stashing cash in her big Louis Vuitton purse from your father's desk last weekend, and she had a heart attack then and there. But she had cursed you out as you tried to tell the ambulance crew, your father, and Eunwoo what was happening, and the rest was history. Your father had married this woman just last year, yet somehow he believed her over you every single time.

Your breath then hitched as you could feel the other mourners' judgemental stares land on you. You turned abruptly, and reached for the door closest to you. It turned out to be the laundry room.

You breathed out and in while resting your forearms against the cold glass of the lastest washing machine. The gentle rhythm of the wash the housekeeper had put on soothed you. Your too-tight black dress felt tight, especially in the chesr area. You could feel a sense of panic starting to rise in you.

The door opened behind you with a snick, and you felt a large presence at your back.

'What are you doing here, Noona?' His words q4were innocent enough, but his voice held barely controlled anger.

Before you could turn around, his arms grabbed you around your torso. One big hand splayed out over your slightly rounded abdomen, while the other held your shoulder in a loose grip.

'Eunwoo, we can’t do this again! Not here, not now,' you whisper-yelled as best as you could.

Suddenly, you were airborne, pantyless, and sitting on the rocking washing machine. Eunwoo's gaze never left yours, and you were mesmerized as he pulled down the front of your dress and pulled out both breasts.

'Youre breathing hard, Noona. Looks like you're ready for a ride.' Eunwoo's rough voice held dark promise.

'I'm not-' You lost my train of though as Eunwoo bit your ear lobe and massaged your breast. ''I, I'm not your noona.' You breathed out. One of your hands that was initially halfheartedly pushing him away was now somehow caressing his shoulder.

Your words and gentle touch for whatever reason calmed him down. 'Noona, I'm going to enter you now, okay?'

Your eyes met his, and the decision was made. 'Okay,' you breathed out.

You closed your eyes, expecting him to continue with breakneck speed. But now all you felt was the rocking of that damned washing machine you were sitting on.

Only when you opened your eyes, did you see Cha Eunwoo was now at an arm's length away. 'Oh Noona, looks like we have a lot of room to play.' He drawled, then with a withering smirk, turned on his heel and walked away.

You looked down at your half naked self, and for the first time, felt a deep sense of anger. You won't let them keep pushing you around, you vowed to yourself.

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Pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blowingcookies/747331518085693440/youre-mine-noona-pt-2-cha-eunwoo-x-reader?source=share

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I accomplished the following today!:

✔️ 2.5 questions done (out of 120 to do, total); >5 emails so I could get my PSG done

✔️stuck to my diet, did a long walk, cleaned and organised my room

If I get 30 questions done tomorrow, write an email for my accomodation, and am able to organise my desk, I'll write a pt 2 😁

Thanks for reading and being part of my motivation!!!

#cha eunwoo #cha eun woo #eunwoo #lee dongmin #cha eunwoo x reader #eunwoo fanfic #astro #kactor #astro aroha #astro cha eunwoo

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 🎀 louis ives x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎀 taking out the shy boy from the opera takes an unexpected turn, in the best possible way

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀 9.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🎀 smut (18+ only; penetration, oral sex m receiving), crossdressing/genderbending, louis uses primarily he/him pronouns but is still a genderqueer icon, reader is also gnc (and implied bi), feminization kink, praise kink, shy insecure babby louis is babby, slight d/s dynamic (with subby!louis and dom!reader, obviously)

Louis sighed as he leaned back against the wall, resting the back of his head on the ornate wallpaper with his hands stuffed into his suit pockets.

It was only his first time at the opera, but he liked it much more than he thought he would; so much so that he was a bit anxious for intermission to end so he could get back to it.

Waiting for Henry to finish in the men’s room was, obviously, pretty boring. Louis resorted to people-watching in the lobby to pass the time— mostly it was much older people… in fact it was exclusively much older people. He liked the way they were dressed though: tuxedos, evening gowns, silk shawls and gloves.

His posture straightened when he saw you, for a number of reasons (three, exactly). One, you were significantly closer to his age than anyone else here. Two, you were a pretty girl, in his personal opinion. And three, you were wearing a tailored three-piece suit and tie. Not the overly-curvy cut of a woman’s suit, not a blazer and slacks, this was a straight, slim, two-button jacket and the whole ordeal; even black leather oxford flats of a clearly masculine variety. He’d never seen a girl in a suit like that, he had to squint to look at your face and make sure he hadn’t just mistaken a more feminine man for a woman— but no, the makeup on your face and the feminine curve of your body (which couldn’t even be suppressed by men’s clothing) made it pretty clear you were at least some amount of female. He was impressed; he was intrigued… he was even a little intimidated.

And in a way he hadn’t expected at all, he was attracted to you. Not that being attracted to pretty girls was some kind of massive undertaking, but this was more than that. He was used to the natural draw to a good-looking woman, and to the odd jealousy he felt when he saw a woman wearing something that he wished he could. This was obviously more the reverse: he could wear suits, he was wearing one now, and somehow you seemed a lot more comfortable in yours than he felt in his. In the least perverted way possible, he imagined what kind of undergarments you might have on under that— a lacy bra, pink panties, nylons? Maybe something more practical? What a dream it would be to have something like those on under his suit…

You suddenly glanced his way, and he was so mesmerized by your eyes that he forgot to look away just a few seconds too late. Staring intently down at the floor as if there was anything to look at there, his heart started to beat a little faster as he saw you approaching in his peripheral.

His attempts to act nonchalant, even ignorant, to your presence were… pitiful. He started up and off to the side, as if the corner of the ceiling bore anything of note. You stopped just in front of him, giving him an expectant smirk as he, finally, met your gaze— acting as if he just now noticed you.

“Hey,” you greeted. “What were you staring for?”

“Oh—” he choked, “well, uh—”

“Don’t be scared,” you soothed, “I don’t bite, except when asked nicely.”

“Um,” he stalled, thrown by your slight innuendo. At least, he thought it might be an innuendo based on the sparkle in your eyes, but he was only tangential aware that biting could be a sexual reference. Do people really do that? Does she really do that? “Why are you wearing a suit?” he finally found the courage to ask aloud.

“Do you have a problem with me wearing a suit?” you returned.

“N-no, but, I just can’t see why you’d want to,” he explained. “They’re not especially comfortable. A dress seems more… breathable.”

“For the legs, sure, if it’s a ballgown— but the torso? Way too tight,” you grimaced, “you can feel it on you all the time. Makes it hard to relax.”

He took a mental note of that for later, a detail to help him accurately imagine how it would feel to wear one. You can feel it on you all the time… like a hug! That would be so nice…

“Suits are more fun,” you announced. “I think I look good in them.”

I think you look beautiful in them. “Do people look at you differently when you wear that?” he asked.

“Yeah, I pretend not to notice the rude ones,” you shrugged. “And every once in a while I get the attention of somebody cute, who may or may not stare at me from across the room creepily.”

Louis cleared his throat when he realized you were talking about him. You called him cute! That’s what that was, right? But you also called him creepy. So he wasn’t sure what to think. “I’m sorry,” he stuttered out, but he was smiling a bit from the compliment, which he worried made his apology less sincere.

“It’s alright, I didn’t mind,” you offered, and just as the conversation was really getting interesting, Henry suddenly appeared from the washroom; Louis tried not to show his disappointment so obviously on his face.

“Oh!” Henry smiled as he looked between you and Louis standing in front of each other. “I see you’ve met a lesbian,” he said to Louis.

Louis’ eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to chide Henry for his inappropriateness, but you jumped in first. “I’m not a lesbian, actually,” you corrected, “just progressive.”

Henry spitefully crossed his arms. “What’s the difference?”

“The difference is I like dick,” you explained; Louis was a little stunned by your bluntness, but amused by the way it threw Henry off of his game. “Maybe not exclusively, but…”

“Hmph!” Henry coughed disbelievingly.

“In fact, I was just about to ask your friend out for a coffee sometime,” you informed him, making Louis’ throat suddenly dry.

“I was… just about to do the same,” he bluffed.

Henry rolled his eyes and started to leave, mumbling a few gripes about ‘what’s this world come to?’ and ‘women don’t even wear women’s clothing anymore’, before turning back and looking at Louis with a furrowed brow— like he’d expected the young gentleman to follow him without question. “Come along, Louis,” he instructed.

“I… I’ll join you when I’m finished with my conversation,” Louis replied, puffing his chest up just a bit. Henry was obviously frustrated by Louis standing up to him, and Louis hated that all of this was happening in front of you. A tense silence passed, and when Louis didn’t relent, Henry scoffed and continued on— finally. “I’m… sorry about him,” Louis sighed, looking at you again. “He’s a bit old-fashioned.”

“I get the impression that you are, too,” you noticed, and he was impressed by your perception.

“Well, I suppose that I am, yes,” he agreed, “but more just aesthetically. He can be irritatingly conservative, even concerningly reductive at times. I’m sorry that he called you a lesbian.”

“Oh, it’s not insulting to me,” you assured, “and I’ve been accused of much less accurate things. And, I mean, basically everybody’s parents are irritatingly conservative.”

Louis was confused by the non-sequitur until he realized the nature of your assumption. “Oh! Henry isn’t my father, actually,” he corrected, “my parents, um… they’ve actually passed away.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you sighed.

“It’s alright, that was a long time ago,” he shrugged. “Anyway, Henry is just my roommate. And maybe a bit of a mentor— he’s taking me to the opera, I’d never been to one before.”

“What do you think?” you asked.

“It’s amazing,” he beamed. “The performances and the atmosphere— and I don’t know if getting asked out by pretty girls during intermission is normal, but… I like that part, too.”

You smiled and, right on cue, the lights dimmed and brightened a few times.

“Guess we should go back to our seats,” Louis decided, looking up at the chandeliers for a moment until they’d returned to normal.

“Not before I get your phone number,” you reminded him.

“Right, uh—” he stammered, not sure how to transfer this information until you simply handed him your cellphone with the ‘new contact’ screen open. Yes, that seems like a good way to go about this…

His thumbs were a little shaky as he tried to select the numbers on the tiny keyboard, and he had to go back more than a few times to correct mistakes. However, thankfully, he managed to get it in eventually and hand the device back to you with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll call you later,” you smiled, glancing down at the screen for a second, “Louis.”

Oh goodness, you’d just learned his name from the contact— he’d been so flustered, he forgot to introduce himself. And he didn’t know your name, either. But he didn’t need to; he returned to his seat for the second act feeling like he was floating on a cloud because you were going to call him. And you were going to ask him out for coffee, apparently. This night couldn’t get any better.

He was probably overdressed for a coffee date. But you’d called him cute last time he wore a suit, so he was wearing a suit again if just to chase that high.

He’d arrived unreasonably early and already gotten through a latte— he was probably going to drink too much coffee and end up all jumpy and anxious. Actually, he was pretty jumpy and anxious without any coffee at all. So, more coffee couldn’t hurt too much.

Fifteen minutes before you were due to arrive, he was already looking at the door every time the bell chimed, watching business people come in with briefcases and laptops, couples and friends laughing together. He thought maybe he should go to the bathroom before you got here, but then, what if you came in while he was in the bathroom and didn’t see him so you simply left? Yes, perhaps best to just wait.

Ten minutes before, and he was trying not to bounce his leg while he sat, but he kept doing it without noticing and then suddenly noticing and having to stop himself. He stirred his coffee for no good reason.

Five minutes before, he looked at the door when the bell chimed, like he always did, even though he knew it wasn’t you— and then it was you, finally. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you: you were wearing a dress, a green one with buttons down the front. He was amazed, and envious, that you could look so good in men’s or women’s clothing. Not only that, but the dress had a vintage sort of look to it, and he could just imagine how good the two of you would look together. People on the street and in this cafe were going to see you with him and know that you were on a date… it was thrilling to picture.

He stood up, catching your attention as you smiled at him. Nodding, he grabbed your chair and pulled it out for you until you were close enough to sit down. “Thank you,” you smiled as he pushed it in for you as well before returning to his own seat, “so chivalrous.”

“Well, I try,” he hummed.

Over your first cup of coffee and his third, he learned so much more about you— your family and what it was like to grow up with them, what brought you to New York and what you hoped to accomplish here, your favorite pastimes, your pet peeves…

He tried not to overshare about himself, even though you pressed to know more. I’m just not as interesting as you, he insisted, but you weren’t so easily dissuaded. Really, he was just afraid that if he started talking too much about himself, he’d say too much and say the wrong thing and you’d look at him in that way people did when he said the wrong thing. Really, Louis didn’t like opening up to people very much at all. Maybe part of the reason he got along with Henry so well is that Henry was far too self-absorbed to ask anything too personal about Louis, preventing Louis from sharing the wrong secret and getting that dreaded glare.

When the coffees were depleted, Louis wondered if it was time to go back to his apartment. He didn’t want this to ever end, but he also didn’t want to keep you here longer than you wanted, which were two obviously-opposing goals.

“Maybe I should get back home soon,” he announced aloud, hoping that that ‘maybe’ would leave room for you to say he could stay longer. But he also braced for the possibility that you would tell him he should go, and that this would be the end of your first date. Instead, you said something he didn’t expect.

“Do you mind if I walk with you?” you asked.

He felt his face warming slightly, and hoped you couldn’t see it if he was getting flushed. “I should be the one walking you home,” he noticed.

“Don’t overthink it,” you winked, and he decided that for possibly the first time in his life, he was going to take that advice and not overthink it. Or at least, he was going to try not to.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Louis followed by your side as the two of you strolled along. The conversation continued, though it drifted away from personal matters and onto books and stories; you seemed impressed that he was a former assistant professor of English, not focusing too much on the former part like most people did. (He was just relieved that you didn’t ask why he’d been let go.)

This was normally a rather long walk, but talking with you made it go by in a blink— in fact, he was even a bit disappointed when he realized you were standing right in front of his building.

"This is me," he informed you as he gestured to the aging brownstone.

"Oh," you smiled, craning your neck to look up at the building.

"That's my window," he pointed upwards.

"Seems like you have a nice view," you noticed.

"Not as nice as the view I have now," he offered as he looked at you, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Wow, that's cheesy," you grinned. "Embarrassingly effective, but cheesy. Can I come up?"

It took him a second to realize you were asking to be invited into his apartment. Slightly overwhelmed but not quite stupid enough to let this opportunity pass, he nodded and you followed him to the steps as he opened the front door for you.

A sizable stair-climb later, he guided you into Henry's foyer.

"It's a bit cluttered, but, that's all my roommate's stuff," Louis explained as you stepped inside and looked around.

"He has an eclectic taste," you stated the obvious.

“I sleep in this little spare room here,” he continued, opening the door to it, only to find he’d left it in total disarray with a pair of boxers crumpled on the floor; he made a dash to throw everything out of the way and half-make-up his bed, but you appeared behind him and snorted out a little laugh. “I, uh, didn’t know you were going to come up,” he defended himself.

“But were you hoping that I would?” you asked, and honestly, he hadn’t even thought that far ahead.

“Yes,” he lied. Not that he hadn’t hoped you’d come into the apartment someday; it was just that he was really just trying to survive one thing at a time, and a coffee date was challenge enough for him. Now you were here and he’d barely managed to make his room presentable and—

He felt your hand on the back of his neck, and when he turned to look at you, you were already moving in to kiss him. Even though he was flustered by your forwardness, he gladly met you halfway and kissed you back. You tasted like spearmint chapstick and root beer— and most of all you tasted like you, and he heard himself just barely hum under his breath as he moved his lips with yours. It was sudden, and unexpected, but still perfect, even though he’d wished he had the confidence to kiss you first. He wanted to be romantic about it, and gentlemanly, so he planned to not even try to kiss you on the lips until the end of the second date; the plan for tonight was just a kiss on the cheek after he dropped you off at your door. This was… not the plan. Not that he was complaining. But he was a little confused.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you breathed slowly through the kiss, tilting your head slightly. He knew it was weird, but he kept opening his eyes to look at you. You just looked so beautiful like this, so up-close with your eyes shut gently while you kissed him. He realized that his hands were still hovering around you, and he hesitantly lowered them to rest on your waist— though he still kept the pressure incredibly light, in case grabbing you too hard would be inappropriate. He heard you let out the smallest sigh and it made his heart swell.

Carefully, your tongue started to prod at his lips, and his heart started to race as he let you deepen the kiss and move your tongue alongside his.

As your hands started to move, slowly, down his chest through his blazer, he felt his own grip on your waist tighten. The fabric of your dress was so soft and delicate— so were your lips, and your tongue was gentle and sweet and exploring his mouth in a way that made his knees a little weak.

The kiss was suddenly a little hungrier, a little rougher, a little more desperate; both of you were breathing heavily, and when he instinctively pulled you closer, he heard (and felt) you moan. “Louis,” you gasped into the air between his mouth and yours, and he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at how perfect his name sounded when you said it like that.

His heartbeat raced even faster as he felt his trousers getting tighter. The realization that he was getting hard made him instantly anxious— maybe it was okay to get a boner right now, maybe that was where this was going… and yet, that idea somehow made it even worse. All at once, the self-hating fears flooded his mind. What if I can’t do it right? I don’t know how to do this— I can’t do this. She’s going to know something’s wrong with me, something is so horribly wrong with me…

Breaking the kiss, he stumbled back suddenly. You started to follow him for a second, but stopped. “Are you okay?” you asked.

“I think I should walk you back to your apartment,” he decided suddenly, and you looked at him with confusion.

“Okay…” you agreed awkwardly. “Did I do something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did, I promise that I didn’t mean to.”

“I just,” he began, starting over again. “It’s not you. It’s just that— I don’t know how far you wanted this to go, but Henry says I’m not allowed to have sex in the apartment,” he explained, twisting his fingers in his hands.

“Your landlord decides if you're permitted to have sex?” you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows.

“He is also my roommate, so, he has some say in it…”

“Listen, Louis— if the first date is too soon for you, that’s fine,” you assured.

“Well, that’s part of it,” he admitted. “I don’t want to take things too fast. I’m… trying to be a gentleman.”

You smiled slightly, stepping closer to him. “Oh, Louis, you don’t have to worry about that,” you purred. “You’ve been so sweet and respectful, it’s been wonderful… but to be entirely honest—”

He swallowed thickly as you got close enough to rest your hand on his lapel, looking up at him through your lashes. You were so pretty he didn’t know what to do with himself, and the look you were giving him could only be described as ravenous.

“— ever since I saw you, looking at me from across the ballroom, dressed up in your suit looking like the perfect gentleman,” you continued, clutching his jacket suddenly, “I’ve been thinking about all the very disrespectful things you could do to me.”

His eyes went wide. He was certainly out of his depth now— if you were looking for a dominant man, someone to ravish you, he was going to be totally useless. Of course he couldn’t give you what you wanted, he should’ve known better, he should’ve never even agreed to go out with you when it would only end in disappointment for both of you. You wanted a real man and he was just—

“Hey,” you soothed, apparently noticing the panic on his face, “don’t freak out. Nothing has to happen tonight. But, I’m sort of out on a limb here…”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s not that I’m not attracted to you. It’s just that I want this to be perfect— you deserve nothing less. You deserve flowers, and candles, and not this tiny awful apartment when Henry could come back at any moment— or come back after and make some horrible comment about how it smells in here…"

You laughed, and he stopped his ramble to sigh slightly.

“I just think it might be better if we get to know each other a little better first,” he concluded. I just think I should give you a chance to realize I’m not what you think I am, so you can save yourself the trouble, he wished he could say honestly.

“Wow,” you nodded, “I know I pegged you as a little conservative but… this is new.”

“Please, don’t take it personally,” he began, but you shook your head reassuringly.

“No, I mean, it’s kinda nice,” you clarified. “I think there should be more guys like you out there— you know, traditional. You’re a dying breed.”

Guys like me, huh? Louis thought to himself, resisting the urge to laugh. If only you knew.

But you didn’t know, which was how he wanted things to stay— he didn’t want anyone to know.

In the last month, Louis had made two Herculean accomplishments: one, he’d managed to survive four more dates with you, with such success that each ended with the promise of another; two, he’d managed to keep your libido at bay in a month of dating. You never seemed disappointed, and by now you’d made it clear that you were waiting for him to make the first move when he felt he was ready. The problem was, he couldn’t imagine how he was ever going to be ready for you to see him without all his clothes, his image, his pretense. He had this strange feeling that if you saw him naked, you’d see right through him, see everything about himself that he locked deep down and far away. And he’d rather just keep making out than go further and lose you for good.

“I’m seriously gonna run out of vases, Lou,” you sighed with a smile once you’d opened your door, finding him waiting to pick you up with yet-another small bouquet of flowers. “And my house is turning into a plant mausoleum!”

“Next time, I’ll just bring you a new vase, then,” Louis offered, and you laughed; he loved your laugh, and when he was around, he heard it surprisingly often. You told him before that girls laugh at a guy’s jokes if they’re attracted to him, whether or not he’s funny; Louis didn’t care if you really thought he was funny, or just thought he was attractive— both were higher praise than he ever expected from someone as both as you.

“I’m not ready to go yet, sorry,” you apologized, walking quickly around the apartment as he followed you into your bedroom. “I can’t decide what to wear.”

“You look good in anything,” he insisted, sitting down on the side of your bed.

“Well, I wanna feel good too, and it’s so cold out,” you explained. “You can wait out here and I’ll be dressed in a second, alright?”

He nodded, and you smiled as you disappeared into your walk-in closet and shut the door.

Twiddling his thumbs, Louis entertained himself by looking around your bedroom; he’d been in here before, so he recognized some familiar objects and noticed the new trinkets lying around. There was a necklace on your bedside table, and a lone sock on the floor—

His breath caught slightly when he saw some clothes strewn over the corner of the bed, some you must have been trying on earlier while trying to pick what to wear. Of course, it wasn’t just momentarily-worn clothes that got his attention… it was the bra. Purple lace, thin straps, and a little silver heart charm dangling from between the cups; Louis was all but salivating looking at it, imagining how nice it would be to wear…

“How’s it going in there?” Louis asked you through the door. “No rush or anything, our reservation isn’t until 7…”

“This dress has, like, a billion buttons,” you replied, “it’ll be a while, sorry… I can get you some water or something?”

“No no, it’s fine,” he assured, and he felt his heart begin to race as he wondered if he would have enough time just to hold it for a moment and see how it felt.

Glancing from the garment to your closet door and back a few times, he gave in— he hopped from the side of the bed over to the end, glancing over his shoulder at the closet door one more time before picking up the bra. He sighed slightly as soon as he touched it, feeling the details of the lace under his fingertips. There was a long vanity mirror propped up against the wall, and he chewed his lip nervously as he looked into it. He was there in the reflection, in his suit with his hair slicked back, and he had one of those moments where he was surprised to see himself. He wasn’t ever sure what he expected to see in these moments, but it wasn’t the young gentleman he was looking at now.

He held up the bra to his chest, over his jacket and shirt, but it wasn’t really doing much for him with all these clothes in the way. He longed to see that lavender lace on his bare skin, he wanted to feel it under his shirt, he wanted to be pretty… pretty like you.

You’d look amazing in a bra like this, he was sure. He’d had thoughts of that nature late at night, staving off his physical interest in you in order to keep chaste lest you see the confusion he was hiding under his clothes. He’d imagined looking at you, touching you, being with you in a way his instability made impossible for the time being. In that moment, he couldn’t decide if he’d rather see you in something like this, or ditch you entirely and wear it himself.

See, that was exactly why he felt he wasn’t ready to take things further with you. He barely had any idea who he was, let alone how to be the person you wanted. The man you wanted. Louis was pretty sure he was a man— at least, most of the time— but he clearly wasn’t much of one, sitting here now with your bra held up to his chest.

He dropped it into his lap with a sigh. This little adventure hadn’t been very satisfying like he thought it would; he just needed a little more…

Before he even really had the thought, he watched himself in the mirror as a shaky hand started to reach up and unbutton his shirt. As he wondered if he was really going to do this, he slipped off his jacket and set it aside and before he knew it, his shirt was off too.

She said her dress had a billion buttons— I’ll be quick, I’ll only wear it for a second— he told himself, rushing to get this over with quickly. Maybe this would be enough to hold him over for a while; maybe he could do this, get it out of his system, and take you out tonight feeling much more normal and much less tempted to look at your clothes as you sat across the dinner table from him and wonder if he could wear them as well as you do.

Shirtless, he tried not to linger his gaze too long on his body— he didn’t care for it much, too lean to be masculine and too straight to be feminine— as he slipped the straps of the bra up to his shoulders. It was awkward, reaching around to try to clasp the back, but he eventually figured out how to do it and managed to get all three hooks latched (though, unbeknownst to him, one was latched on a different row than the others).

Adjusting it again now that it was clasped, he sighed and looked at his reflection again. It looked good— it felt good— but it didn’t look or feel quite… right. There were cups that he had nothing to fill, and the straps crossed over his broad and bony shoulders that were nothing like your smooth and delicate ones; the only part he really liked was the silver heart charm that dangled over his sternum… he toyed with it between a finger and thumb and smiled to himself, thinking that it was sort of like wearing a bra and jewelry at the same time.

No, it wasn’t perfect, but it was still nice, and he reached up to tuck a longer strand of his hair behind his ear— it wasn’t quite long enough, so it fell forward into his face again, but he had already forgotten that again as he turned slightly to try to see how it looked in the back.

It was right about then that the door behind him opened, and in that reflection he saw you staring out at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

He whipped around, blood pumping and eyes already starting to water as he fought to try to get off the bra, but obviously it was far too late. “Oh! I was just— I wasn’t— this isn’t—” he began and restarted several explanations, never settling on one for long.

“Louis,” you breathed, “it’s… it’s alright.”

“I didn’t mean to— wait,” he choked. “Alright?”

“Yes,” you agreed, stepping into the room with all the hesitance of one approaching a startled deer or something, “you can slow down, and just… tell me what’s going on.”

“I… I don’t know that I can,” he sighed, arms shaking a little where they self-consciously crossed his bra-clad chest. “I can’t explain it.”

“Well, maybe you can just start by telling me if you’re gay,” you suggested, “and that’s fine, I wouldn’t have a problem with that— except that, well, the problem that we probably couldn’t date anymore. But I would understand, of course. I’d be a little hurt if I was always just your beard, but—”

“I’m… not gay,” he interrupted. “I don’t have an interest in men… I like women, I’m fascinated by women, it’s just…”

“Sometimes you want to be one?” you wondered, finishing for him. “Are you, maybe, one?”

He glanced away. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

"You just wanna look like one?"

"Something like that," he breathed. "You're just so pretty and— I wish I was pretty. Soft, and smooth, like you."

“Louis,” you cooed sympathetically, reaching up to touch his face, “you are pretty. And soft. I love that about you— I think it’s sexy.”

“Oh, uh—” he choked, but thankfully you interrupted him because he’d started talking before he knew what to say.

“Did you… start seeing me, because you wanted to wear my clothes?” you asked nervously.

“No! No, this has nothing to do with how I feel about you,” he assured. “This is just about how I feel about myself.”

“And how do you feel, now?” you pressed.

“Well, a little terrified,” he admitted, “and… and sort of pretty…”

“You are,” you agreed, and he started blinking rapidly, reaching up to cover the side of his face with his hand.

“Oh… really?” he mumbled.

“Yes, of course,” you insisted. “It’s just, I wish you would’ve asked first, because— well, you’re sort of stretching it out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, starting to try to peel your bra off hastily.

“No no,” you cooed, stepping up and stopping him with hands delicately placed on his shoulders. You reached around his back and undid the clasp for him, and he reached forward to let you slide the straps down his arms. “Now we can go find you one that fits.”

He sighed and let his eyes fall shut as you lightly swiped the brush over his cheek; it turned a little more peachy with each go of it, and you moved to the other when the color threatened to overpower his skin tone.

“What’s next after this?” he asked.

“Mascara,” you replied, voice sort of lilted as you focused on your work.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable to put on?”

“Well, you get used to it,” you shrugged.

“I think I will,” he agreed with a little smile.

“Your lashes are already really long,” you noticed, “this is really just to make them a little darker.”

“Right, okay…”

He managed to get through the mascara without his eyes squinting or watering, so his lashes stayed intact as you moved on to the finishing touch. Already you could see that he was getting excited, even quietly confident if still characteristically shy. Your heart hurt to imagine that he’d been hiding this from you for so long, apparently thinking you might actually reject him over something so trivial.

“Alright, which color do you want?” you asked as you held up three different lip glosses for him to choose from. You could tell just in the way that his eyes moved quickly over the tubes that he was hesitating. He lifted his hand but stopped for a second. “Whichever one you’d like,” you encouraged softly.

That seemed to give him the courage to reach up and tap his fingertip on the baby pink one with the gold glitter; you smiled and set the other two down before unscrewing the cap.

“Hold your mouth open just a bit,” you encouraged, making the expression you wanted him to so he could copy it. When he relaxed his lips just right, you ran the doefoot applicator over the bottom one first. “Oh, this color’s pretty on you,” you noticed, and you saw him struggle not to smile since he knew he was supposed to stay still while you applied the gloss. It was rather sheer, but with just enough color to really bring the whole thing together, especially with the blush which matched it well. “Okay, go like this,” you instructed as you pressed your lips together, and he copied you again. You moved the product around on his top lip just to make sure it covered all the right places, and finally you sighed as you felt your work was done.

You stood up and stepped back, and his eyes went a little wide as he straightened up; you could imagine he felt kind of strange and vulnerable being examined like this. He hadn’t even seen himself yet and here you were staring at him, but it was only because you were feeling rather proud of yourself. You kept the look subtle, not wanting to make him look gaudy or dramatic— he had so much natural beauty already, you just wanted to accentuate it slightly. He didn’t need foundation at all with such even skin, so you’d just put a little concealer under his eyes to brighten them up; and then it was just brown eyeliner and a clear gel for the brows (maybe someday you could talk him into tweezing them a bit but you knew that was a hard sell) before the finishing touches.

“Louis, you look great,” you beamed. “Not to brag or anything, but I’m sort of a genius.”

“Can I see?” he asked nervously, and you grabbed a hand mirror to give him as you sat by his side on the bed again. He found the angle to examine his face, and for a second or two you really couldn’t tell what he thought because his expression stayed blank. You could tell, finally, that he was happy by the way his fingers traced over the edge of the mirror while he gazed at himself.

“How do you feel?” you asked him softly, leaning in a little closer so you could see his reflection over his shoulder.

“Um, well,” he mumbled, “I think you did a nice job.”

“That’s not what I asked,” you noticed.

“I feel… beautiful,” he decided.

“You are beautiful,” you assured, and you caught his stare moving to your face before he set the mirror aside and looked down into his lap. “How do you feel in your new outfit?”

“I wouldn’t call it an outfit,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I mean, I couldn’t wear this out…”

Well, no, that isn’t the point of a lace bralette-and-panty set. “You could wear it under something,” you suggested, “and nobody would know. Except for you and I, if you told me.”

“Oh…” he breathed, and you spared a glance down to his panties and noticed them a little more… full, than usual, and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The conversations you’d had about this with him had left it somewhat ambiguous if the desire to crossdress was sexual for Louis. It seemed like it was something that could be a bit of both, which made sense considering you absolutely had days where you hoped to dress in a way that would attract sexual attention, and other days where you wanted to look nice for much more personal reasons. Really, it seemed as normal to you as anything, even if Louis was so fearful of it. Maybe it was conquering his fear and quenching his desire all at once that was arousing him.

“Can I ask you an important, personal question?” you asked, and Louis nodded. “Are you a boy, or a girl? Right now, specifically. Neither or both are also acceptable answers, of course…”

“I’m… a boy,” he decided, “still. I just feel nice being a boy that sort of looks like a girl.”

“You should feel nice,” you agreed with a proud hum. “You’re a very pretty boy.”

He cleared his throat and you could see him getting flushed even with the blusher on.

“You’re gorgeous,” you continued.

“Oh, well, I don’t know about that…” he trailed off.

“I do,” you insisted. “You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen… and this brassiere looks so nice on you!” Trailing your hand down over his neck and collarbone, you traced the tip of your finger around the lace crossing his chest. “Do you know what this is for, Lou?”

He shook his head. You lowered your voice.

“It’s to cover your tits,” you explained, and you could see the shiver run up his spine. You smiled proudly, moving to trace your fingers over the hardening nipples just barely obscured by the pink lace. “Are your tits sensitive?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered, sighing and letting his head fall back slightly; his lips, parted for a whimpered moan, looked so delicious with that gloss on them.

“Then say it,” you encouraged.

“My… my tits,” he gasped it out, “are so sensitive… touch them more, please…”

You took your hands and splayed them out to grab handfuls of his chest, and he moaned out loud, finally. “Good boy,” you breathed, “make all those pretty noises for me, it’s supposed to feel good.”

“Feels really good,” he agreed in a sigh. “It feels really good when you play with them like that…”

“You want me to do it some more?”

He nodded, and you chuckled.

“Mm, you know you need to be a good boy and say it out loud,” you purred.

“Play with my tits more,” he panted, “please? And… and maybe you could kiss me?”

You were getting desperate, too; all you could do was nod breathlessly as you used your free hand to hold his face and kiss him— and he’d never kissed you like this before, it was always so innocent and chaste before (at least at the start). And that was sexy in its own way, but this? Whining into it, opening his mouth wide right away and letting you push your tongue between his lips? Sticky and sweet from the lip gloss, hungry and sloppy? It was fucking perfect.

He chased you for more when you pulled back, you had to hold his shoulders to keep him from following you (even though you wouldn’t have minded kissing him longer, especially when you saw how gorgeous he looked wearing that heavy-lidded, open-mouthed stare).

“Oops,” you grinned as you saw the way the lip gloss had smeared. “I messed up your makeup… but you look even prettier like this. You look so needy and cute… and a little slutty.”

He swallowed thickly and glanced down, and when you followed his gaze, you saw why.

“Your cock doesn’t fit in your panties anymore,” you noticed with a prideful smirk. His erection had burst right out of it and was red and leaking at the tip, flexing independently against his stomach. “Do you want me to touch it, Lou?”

He blurted it out before you’d even really finished your question: “Please.”

A choked moan fell from his lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke slowly— he started to buck up into your palm already, desperate for more. You’d imagined Louis would be the eager type, but this was better than you ever could’ve hoped for.

“O-oh, wow,” he breathed, watching your hand move over his cock, “your hand feels nice…”

“Mhm?” you encouraged, focusing for a second on the tip to spread the precum there. “Oh, you’re getting a little wet, honey…”

“Hng,” he groaned, eyes falling shut as he leaned his head back, “keep going, please, please—”

“Shh, I’m gonna keep going, don’t worry,” you cooed, guiding him to lay back on the bed; damn, he looked good spread out on your sheets, just like you’d wanted him since you first saw him.

Leaning in, you kissed down his neck, making a detour along his chest to pull the bralette aside and tease his nipple with the tip of your tongue. He moaned loudly when you did that, squirming underneath you.

"That's my good boy," you praised, "make those pretty noises for me while I suck your tits. You need to teach me how to make you feel good, so tell me when you like what I'm doing."

You wrapped your lips around his nipple and suckled harder, carefully letting your teeth graze over the delicate bud.

"Ohh, like that," he blurted out, "I like that— please don't stop."

You smiled and did it again, feeling him shiver and rock his hips up into your hand again. Moving across his chest to the other nipple, you teased it through the lace for just a second before pulling the fabric out of the way and sucking again; you soaked in the sound of his panting turning into whines, and even bit down just ever-so-slightly harder until he yelped for a second. You soothed him with a wide lick over the dusty-pink nipple, starting to slowly kiss your way down his stomach.

He lifted his head up to watch you go down, but it must’ve been realizing what you were doing that made him drop his head back down with a groan. “Oh,” he sighed, and you smiled as you kept going.

When you (finally) sucked his cock, he moaned louder than you'd ever heard him do anything before, and you just had to stop to tease him. "You like the way I eat you out?" you noticed, and he whined at the way you described what you were doing to him.

“Yes— don’t stop, please, p-put it in your mouth again…” he begged. You met his gaze as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, bobbing your head and hand together until you found your rhythm.

You wouldn’t mind doing this all night if he kept making such lovely noises, but as they grew louder and louder, you realized he probably couldn’t take much more; you noticed him gripping your sheets in his fists and wondered if he was already trying to hold himself back.

Releasing your mouth off of him with a pop!, you sat up straight and started to get your own clothes off. “Oh,” he sighed as he watched you, and you smiled a bit as you watched his eyes trail over every inch of skin as you exposed it.

“Were you thinking about this?” you wondered. “Those nights you kissed me for a while and then left because you’re a gentleman— did you go home and think about this?”

Breathing quickly through his mouth, eyes following your body, he nodded.

“Did you touch yourself?”

He nodded again.

“You did? I did too,” you purred proudly, stripped to nothing and suddenly straddling his hips. “And— be honest— after you did that, did you feel bad? You wondered if something was wrong with you, thought you might be a pervert or something?”

After swallowing thickly, he nodded one more time.

You leaned down and brushed some hair aside that had fallen into his face. “Sweetie,” you cooed, “you don’t need to feel bad. You’re not bad, and there’s nothing wrong with you. Actually, you’re so good.”

“Really?” he breathed, and this time, you nodded. You gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips, and then another on his cheek.

"If you'll let me, I'd like to make love to you," you whispered into his ear, seeing him sigh shakily and nod. "Say it out loud so I know for sure."

"Please make love to me," he whispered.

Sitting up straight again, you looked down at him proudly. He looked like he was wondering what he should do, if this was alright, and you did your best to soothe him. "Just lay back, baby, I'm gonna do all the work," you grinned. "You can be my pillow princess."

You chuckled as his cock flexed in your hand.

"Is that what you are, you're my princess? You look like one with your pretty pink bra on,” you winked. “Pull it down for me, show me your little tits…”

His whole face was turning pink enough to match the bralette as he hooked a finger into each triangle of lace and pulled it aside to put his chest on display for you.

“Good boy,” you sighed as you guided his cock to your entrance and slowly sank down.

The shock of the feeling made him let go of his bra and grab tight onto your hips, holding you still for a second, as if he couldn’t take it yet if you moved at all; that thought was so wonderfully filthy that you felt your insides flex of their own accord.

"Oh my god, Louis," you gasped, "you feel so good inside me… your cock feels so good."

He simply whined through his teeth, gripping your hips tighter. The mascara-coated lashes were especially obvious when he shut his eyes tight, which he did for just a second before his face went slack when you finally started to move, a louder groan falling from candy-pink lips. He whispered your name, tinted with awe, and you grinned proudly.

"You're so deep," you groaned. "Do you feel how deep you are? Oh fuck, I can barely take it…"

"I-I'm not hurting you, right?" he breathed, and you smiled as he opened his eyes to look at you with gentle concern.

"Oh, sweet boy," you cooed as you stroked his cheek for a moment, "no— you're making me feel so good… you're so good, Louis."

He sighed, like he enjoyed hearing that, but like he also finally believed you.

"Tell me how you like it, Louis," you encouraged, "tell me how to move to make you feel good."

He hesitated for just a second before he grabbed your hips and started to guide them in slow circles, making you both moan lowly. "Like this," he breathed.

"Fuck, it feels good for me, too," you smiled. "Will you come if I keep doing this?"

"Yeah," he sighed, and you moved your hips just a little bit faster. "Yeah, I… I'll come…"

Leaning down and resting your arms at either side of his shoulders, you kissed his neck as you rode him, loving how desperate his moans became as you did it. From then on it was all about trying to make him louder and louder, doing whatever you could to hear that sweet voice break as he cried out from pleasure. He was so beautifully sensitive…

His eyes rolled back when you teased his nipples while he was inside you. "Oh, my god," he moaned.

"Does that feel good, baby?" you hummed. "It feels good to have your little titties played with while I ride your cock?"

"F-fuck," he grunted.

"I asked you a question, princess."

"Yes! Yes it feels good," he sobbed. "It feels so good, please don't stop— fuck!"

“You’re close, huh, baby?” you noticed in a quiet voice, and he bit his lip as he nodded. “Are you trying not to come right now?” He nodded again; poor thing.

“I— I don’t want it to be over,” he explained shakily.

“Mm, I know,” you cooed sympathetically, “but I wanna feel you come, okay? I wanna see how pretty you are when you come.”

He hissed in a breath through his teeth, eyes shut tight, fingers digging into your hips again.

“Can you do that for me?” you pressed. “Can you be my good princess and come for me?”

He nodded, and you smiled.

"Come inside me, Louis," you encouraged, "it's okay, go ahead."

Instantly, he made a choked sort of noise and you felt his hips move up to bury himself completely inside you; his mouth fell open and you felt his cock pulsing, pumps of come filling you. With a contented sigh, you relaxed a bit on top of him. You admired how good he looked with his makeup a bit disturbed from the sweat he’d worked up, panting as he blinked his eyes open and stared up at the ceiling, each rise and fall of his chest making the bralette shift slightly over his skin.

Eventually, you rolled off of him, and you smiled when a slightly-sweaty hand reached out to hold yours. “Was it dressing like this and wearing the makeup that turned you on?” you wondered aloud.

“Well, that was part of it,” he admitted, without looking back at you, which you figured made it easier to respond honestly, “but really it was just all the attention you were giving me…”

You smiled and bit your lip slightly. “Baby, you don’t need to wear a bra and put on makeup to get my attention… you’re always pretty, dressed up or not.”

He met your gaze then, and smiled back at you bashfully.

“See, that’s the prettiest thing you can wear: that smile,” you cooed, and he looked away as he smiled even wider.

“Stop,” he whined, but in that cutesy way that just made you want to compliment him more. You held his face so he couldn’t squirm away when you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, you’re gonna wanna wash that makeup off so it doesn’t get on the pillowcases— or break you out,” you explained, sitting up, “and we could both use a shower after that…”

But you ended up electing for a bath, rather than a shower, which you found more comfortable to share. You washed his face with a washcloth, then helped him lean back into the water to wet his hair so you could lather some shampoo into it. He looked so relaxed as you massaged his scalp and carefully poured the water over his head; he even laid his head on your chest at one point and nearly dozed off, until you reminded him the water was getting cool and you’d need to get out and dry off soon.

You didn’t remember deciding to go to sleep, you just woke up the next morning with Louis in your bed, cuddled up close to you even while fast asleep. You smiled as you examined his peaceful expression, realizing how exhausting it must’ve been for him to try to always play the part of a ‘normal’ guy. This was the first time you saw him truly relaxed— he was always thinking when you were with him, you’d been trying to get him to loosen up and act natural, and he’d tell you that he was being natural, but he was lying. You knew there was more under the surface… of course, you hadn’t known it was this, specifically. But you felt pretty lucky because of all the things it could be, it ended up being so innocuous— and, if you were being totally honest, you thought it was sort of hot, too. Not in a fetishizing sort of way, because it wasn’t specifically Louis’ complicated gender discovery that turned you on in itself… it was seeing him accept something about himself, seeing him more comfortable and more open, seeing him give in to desire even when you knew he was more than a little fearful of being different.

And he really did look good in the makeup; you could only take so much credit for that.

He had no idea this was an option: that he could find someone who accepted and embraced the things about himself he still didn't understand entirely; that you could take on a more dominant role with such gentleness, and relieve him of that pressure to be the perfect gentleman.

He still got to play the part, though; he picked you up from your apartment in his suit, with flowers for you, and you smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He held your hand and gave you his jacket if you got chilly. But when he needed it most, you took charge and he simply followed your lead.

After a while, he became brave enough to kiss you first much more, to touch you without asking explicit permission, even to ask you to help him put on makeup or pick out something new to wear. He learned to accept being a little spoiled by you, and stopped getting worried that you were doing too much of the work— because you insisted that you enjoyed it.

Over time, he came to appreciate that feeling beautiful actually had a lot less to do with women’s underwear and getting made up with your borrowed cosmetics. He felt most beautiful when he wasn’t wearing anything and you just told him that you thought he was perfect (which he still couldn’t quite believe, but he was trying); it wasn’t a matter of the way he looked anymore— it was the way you looked at him.

So, yes, he could still wear a suit out into the city and not feel horribly out of place; he could put on pretty underwear with you and not worry if he was a woman or a man or neither or both. Most impressively, he could be with you and not convince himself that any day now, you would figure out what he ‘really’ was and leave him. You did so much more than see him, you discovered him, and you always seemed to like what you found. Crazy enough, Louis himself was starting to like it, too.

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