its all good

so wanna cont from where we left off?

Uh.. I can

Ian indeed had the shower running. He was standing in the warm water, tears continuing to drip from his eyes.

I dunno, do you want there to be?))

it'd be kinda weird to have shinge not play his oc))

Ian shook himself out of his daze, flipping back his pink hair. He took out the shampoo and started to scrub his hair.

Ian finished washing his hair and started to scrub his body with a washcloth. He scrubbed the make-up off of his face, rinsing off before shutting off the shower and stepping out.

He wrapped a big fluffy towel around himself, sitting on top of the countertop.

Ian stepped off the counter and padded to the door, cracking it open. "Hm?" He asked, peeking his head out.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." Ian said. "It wasn't your fault, I understand."

"I'll be back out in just a minute," Ian informed him, shutting the door.

Ian finished getting ready for bed, stepping out of the room in a pair of sweats. He mussed his hair with his fingers, eyes still slightly rimmed red.

Ian glanced over at Azriel. "You want some water?" He asked.

Ian nodded, sitting next to him. "Are you okay?" He asked, studying his face.

Ian gave him the ghost of a smile. "Pretty sure I don't have one." He sighed.

Ian sighed again. "Yeah. It's kinda weird."

He leaned back onto the cushions, groaning.

"No shit, Sherlock." Ian teased, grinning.

"Hm?" Ian looked at him.

mkay))

okay, I'm gonna shower and we'll cont after. Also, Shinge is back.))

hey, I'm back))

yeyeee))

wassuuupppp))

pfft))

Ian nodded, settling back.

Ian noticed. "Wanna go to bed?" He asked.

"I don't care. I'm always ready to sleep whenever and wherever." He said with a smile.

Ian laughed, getting up off of the couch. He padded to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. "There's a toothbrush and toothpaste in the bag Aubrey brought for you!" He called from the bathroom

Ian was rinsing his face of face wash in the sink.

heyo, back to group rp))

lily, lets still cont this))

Ian blindly groped for a towel, still bent over the sink.

"Thank you," Ian said, pressing the towel to his face and moving out of the way.

I do too-- but I also swallow instead of spit which sounds like a sex reference haha)) Ian finished drying his face off and set the towel aside, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste.

Ian started brushing his teeth, gagging when he tried to brush as far back as he could on his tongue. (If that makes sense)

Ian giggled, trying not to choke.

Ian laughed, spitting out his mouthful of toothpaste and rinsing his mouth.

Ian flushed, wiping his mouth and following him out, turning off the light.

Ian laughed again, pulling back the blankets.

Ian nodded. "Don't worry about it."

Ian crawled in, pulling the blankets over him. "Warning, I am constantly cold, so if you find me cuddled up to you in the middle of the night, don't question it. Also, I sleep like I'm dead." He informed Azriel.

"Seriously though, if you do need me, just like... splash water on my face." Ian said, turning off the light.

AAAAAAAA sorry it's taking me so long to respond :cccccc)) Ian snuggled into the blankets, back facing Azriel, he closed his eyes, though he knew sleep was going to take a while.

Ian was also having trouble getting comfortable, used to falling asleep cuddling Dominic or a body-pillow.

"Mhm." Ian murmured back, turning to face Azriel.

Ian's eyes fluttered closed, and he sighed through his nose.

He opened his eyes again slowly, moving closer to Azriel.

Ian's fingertips gently traced Azriel's jaw.

Ian brushed his thumb across Az's cheekbone.

Ian's cheeks were dusted with pink, but it was hardly visible in the darkness of the room.

Ian grazed his fingernail's across Azriel's cheek.

ignore the apostrophe))

Ian's eyes flickered from Azriel's eyes, down to his lips, and back to his eyes.

Ian moved his other hand to cup Az's face, kissing back gently.

Ian closed his eyes, face flushed.

Ian was blushing heavily when they finally separated.

Ian squeaked, hiding his face in his hands.

Ian tilted his head slightly. "Why not?"

Ian moved forward, capturing Azriel's lips in another kiss.

Ian pressed his body up against Azriel, cupping his face in one of his hands, the other resting on his shoulder.

That would be interesting.)) Ian kissed back passionately.

I mean--)) Ian groaned into Azriel's mouth, tangling their tongues together.

Ian dug his nails in slightly, craving more.

hold on, dinner super fast))

definitely. It'll totally happen soon.)) Ian moaned again, using his hand to stifle the sound.

Ian only whined in reply, tugging on Azriel's hair.

Ian moaned again, tilting his head to the side.

dad's gonna cut my hair super fast))

back, sorry, that took a while aaa))

The door clicked open, but the sound was covered by another moan from Ian.

Ian whimpered as someone quietly padded down the hallway into the room.

Ian nodded, flushing even darker.

Waterlily, if you need to talk let me know. It's okay, I'm not mad, there's nothing to be sorry about hon. I love you (platonically) and I hope that you're okay now. You don't need to apologize for that. Ever.))

It's really no problem. I'd do it for anyone and everyone. You're amazing and I want to help you to the best of my ability. ))

Ian tugged Azriel into another kiss, straddling his hips and sitting on them.

I think so. Now we must summon waterlily))

yay!))

wait i'm a demon that stuff burns-- also im not catholic or Christian or whatever so I don't have that stuff on hand))

yee. Lily, you wanna still cont this one?))

Ian rested his hands on Az's shoulders, digging his nails in a bit. He ground his hips against Azriel's, craving more friction.

Ian moaned quietly, grinding his hips a bit harder.

The light flicked on, revealing Dominic standing in the doorway. "What the hell is going on here?"

Ian tensed, sitting up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Dom strode forward, grabbing Ian's chin and forcing the smaller boy to look at him. "What the **** was going on?" He asked, tightening his grip. Ian squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut.

Dom's eyes flickered to Azriel. "And why ever not? He's just a little boy-toy. Good for practically nothing."

Dominic fell to the floor, grasping his jaw. Ian flinched. "Azriel... he murmured as Dominic stood up. "I'm gonna go talk with him outside super fast."

Ian looked at Azriel, eyes filled with guilt. "It'll just be a minute... I'll be okay, I promise."

Ian took Dom's hand, leading him outside of the room. The door clicked shut. A few seconds later, muffled voices were heard.

Muffled arguing soon ensued, but then randomly stopped.

about seven minutes later, Ian walked in, flushed. His legs were trembling. There were new marks scattered across his chest, neck, and legs. (The legs ones weren't that visible)

Ian stumbled into Azriel's chest. "I-it's fine."

"C-can we just sleep? We can take care of this in the morning." Ian said quietly, throat raw.

Ian stumbled to the bed, collapsing into it with a wince.

"Thank you," He groaned, closing his eyes.

Ian nodded, curling into the blankets.

Dom was chilling on the balcony. Two large glass doors led to said balcony from the lounge. He was smoking a cigarette.

Dominic turned his head, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Dominic nodded, handing him the package.

"**** Ian?"

"He's always begging me for more. He's a slut, you'll learn that soon enough. I figured, why not use what's available. In whatever way I please."

Dom's eye's flickered to Azriel. "Oh please. He's lucky I even want him. I could have anyone I want. Trust me, I know." He said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I do both. I use him when we aren't able to go out. When we are, others come back with me." Dom said, exhaling as he tapped his cigarette against the railing.

"Not exactly. I punish him, teach him a lesson about what happens when he doesn't do what I tell him to."

Dom just rolled his eyes, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Dom exhaled the smoke through his nose.

hold on, gonna go dye some eggos))

Dominic scoffed. "And waste years of training? Ha."

I am backkk))

"Training them to obey." He flicked the ash from his cigarette.

Dominic ran a hand through his hair. "What attributes do they offer?" He asked.

Dominic smirked. "Sounds fun, but I do enjoy breaking people. Give me time to think about it." He said, dropping the butt of the cigarette and smashing the lit end into the ground. He kicked it under the railing, off the balcony. "I'll tell you my answer at the end of the week."

"I'm heading back inside. Tell Ian he did good tonight." Dominic called over his shoulder, heading back inside.

Dom's footsteps faded. Light from the lounge lit the balcony somewhat. The city sprawled beneath Azriel's feet, the life around him never ceasing to move, even if it was near-midnight. The stars still were visible, even with all the light. The moon shone brightly in the dark sky.

Ian stirred when Azriel walked in, opening his eyes.

"Azriel?" Ian said softly.

"You okay?" Ian asked, stifling a giggle.

i gotchu. I have to go to bed soon though))

kk))

Ian moved closer to him. "You smell like smoke." He commented, wrinkling his nose.

"It's fine." Ian snuggled closer to Azriel.

Ian shrugged. "Hips hurt like hell but it's not the worst."

"Not the worst after-effects that have occurred." He clarified.

Ian tilted his head, looking up at Azriel curiously. "What do you mean by that?"

"Mhm."

"You sure?" Ian asked skeptically, peering up at Azriel.

Ian looked back down, focusing on his fingers, which were idly tracing circles on Azriel's chest.

Bedtime, goodnight lily))

Good morning, happy easter!)) "Azriel..." Ian said, tears forming in his eyes. "You didn't have to do that, I'm fine..." He murmured, moving up to rest his forehead against Azriel's. "But thank you, thank you so much."

sorry, was helping with breakfast and the easter egg hunt

Ian cupped Azriel's face. "Thank you, thank you thank you thank you." He hiccuped, his voice breaking.

Tears dripped from his closed eyes.

Ian nodded, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hands.

back, sorry))

Ian snuggled into his chest, craving the warmth the emanated from him.

Ian slept, feeling safer than he had in a while.

yep, sorry, i was working on my latest post))

Ian was still curled up next to Azriel, resting his head on his chest.

Ian wiggled slightly, brow furrowing, but stayed asleep.

Ian just grumbled, snuggling in closer.

Ian shot awake. "What's wrong?" He asked, worried.

"Shit. Get to the bathroom, if you vomit, aim for the toilet." Ian said, hissing in pain as he got up.

Ian grabbed a glass, walking to the sink and filling it with water. He grabbed some medication and set it on the edge of the counter near Azriel, kneeling down and rubbing gentle circles on his back.

Ian nodded in reply, humming a sweet tune. "It's no problem."

Ian handed him the pair of pills and the glass of water.

"Not so good. My hips are like-- dying." Ian replied, standing up.

"I mean if he hadn't walked in, we probably would have gotten a tad bit friskier and my hips would be hurting for the same reason." Ian laughed.

Ian laughed again, the sound melodic. "Let me know when you're ready, I'm gonna call Aubrey to bring you up some clothes." He said, walking out of the room.

"Yup," Ian responded, pulling out his phone. "Since you're a part of the band now, you have to look the part. I'll have to call my make-up artist for your first appearance today, maybe my hairstylist as well."

Bedtime))

"I mean yeah, we do have to keep up our appearance for the fans. We're doing a live stream today, which will be your first introduction."

Ian got on the phone, talking to Aubrey.

"Yep!" Ian called back, finishing his call.

Ian then dialed up his hairstylist and makeup stylist, telling them to get here as soon as possible, to do both his and Azriel's makeup and hair.

Ian was getting dressed, currently shirtless. He was facing away from Azriel, humming to himself as he buckled a belt around his small waist. His burn scar was a pale pink compared to his porcelain skin.

Ian turned. "Airplane crash a few years ago. It went down because it somehow caught on fire. My back got burnt."

"It's fine."

"She should be here soon." Ian said, rummaging for a shirt.

Ian pulled out a red long-sleeved turtle neck shirt, slipping it on.

Ian padded over quietly. He reached up to cup Azriel's face.

Ian smiled back, pecking Azriel's lips.

Ian giggled, kissing Azriel again.

Ian pulled away when there was a knock at the door. "I brought the clothes!" A cheery voice called. "Also, your makeup and hair stylist are waiting outside with the others-- they set up a station."

Ian opened the door, greeted by morning Aubrey, who had a cup of coffee in hand. Knowing her, it probably had dozens of shots of espresso in it.

Aubrey strode in, cooing over Ian. "Are you done getting dressed yet? You know how your team is, they don't wait."

Ian laughed, taking the bag from her. "Yes, I'll be out in a minute, now get out you over-caffeinated loser." He teased, dodging a playful slap.

Ian pushed her out the door, sticking his tongue out at the blonde woman. "Byeee~"

Ian laughed again, handing him the bag. "She's like the annoying twin sister I never had."

outfit looks like this kinda: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F698832067158997903%2F&psig=AOvVaw2KtCIFll6f1aPHAnJs4WFK&ust=1587071043632000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CAIQjRxqFwoTCNjR4siq6-gCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAR )) Ian moved to grab a black thrasher T-shirt, slipping it on.

its okay hehe)) Ian quickly brushed his hands through his hair. "I haven't used the shampoo Mia wanted me too-- she's gonna be so pissed." He said.

to**

"Yup. It's supposed to make the dye last longer. It's fading, and you can see the roots." He said, pointing out the dark ends.

Ian messed with his clothes a bit before pulling on his shoes (Vans sneakers).

Ian blushed, flustered. "S-shuddup."

Ian walked over to him, punching his arm lightly. "You spoon!" He looked in the mirror, frowning. "Dammit, the marks are visible."

"Unless they're hickies and love bites. Mateo and Koa will never stop teasing me." Ian said. "The turtleneck covers most of them, but some are still visible."

Ian gave a half-hearted laugh before turning back to Azriel. "Right then. You ready?"

Ian opened the door, walking out into the common area, which was filled with people. A table full of snacks and sodas, makeup and hair stations. All of their personal stylists were there. It was chaos. Their manager, Ophelia, was lounging in a chair, checking her clipboard. Aubrey was chatting with Ezra. Mateo was getting his hair done. Dominic and Koa were having their makeup done.

"It's fine." Ian said as he was almost tackled to the ground by two people. Mia, his hairdresser, and Finn, his makeup stylist.

They all three let out a little shriek of joy and fear as the group toppled onto the ground, giggling madly.

"Mia! Finn!" Ian laughed. "Ian!" The pair yelled in sync, hugging him tighter. Mia was a muscled woman African American woman, with a short, poofy, afro-like hair. Finn was a light-skinned man. He was a make-up artist from LA.

The group was still giggling as they stood up. Mia and Finn herded Ian to a station, buzzing with energy.

They put Ian into a chair. "I can tell you didn't use the shampoo I told you to!" Mia tutted at him, grabbing a box of pink hair-dye.

Ian waved him over with a smile. He turned back to Mia. "I'm sorry, I forgot!"

"Mia, Finn, this is our new member, Azriel!" Ian said cheerfully as Mia got to work on his hair, washing it out. "I was wondering if you could do his hair and makeup?"

Finn pulled Azriel closer, inspecting his face. "Nice jawline... good cheekbones... Strong nose... I can do a lot with this." He mused.

"Awh, Ian he's so cute. He's not off-limits, is he?" Finn whined, holding onto one of Azriel's arms. Mia snorted.

Ian stuck his tongue out at Finn. He opened his mouth to say something, but Mia cut him off. "So I'm assuming he's the one responsible for the marks on your neck?" She pulled the red fabric away before Ian could stop her.

Ian squawked, swatting her hand away. Finn burst into laughter, joined by Mia. "What, you don't wanna tell us that you got dick last night?" Mia teased.

"Shut up!" Ian laughed. "They're not a l l from him." "SCANDALOUS!" Finn near-screamed, Mia gasping along playfully.

"SPILL!" Finn shrieked.

wassup))

Ian glared at him jokingly. "So Dominic--" He began in a hushed voice. "YOU GOT DICK TWICE IN ONE NIGHT?" Finn and Mia screeched. "Basically."

Mia and Finn dissolved into screeching, Ian laughing at them. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

Finn turned back to him, bubbly and excited. He dragged Azriel to a chair. "First, we prime."

Finn grabbed some primer, squirting it on Azriel's face. "Rub that in while I find your skin tone in foundation and concealer."

yup.))

Finn would hold bottles up to Az's face, trying to match the color.

Finn had finally found a color that matched pretty well. He squirted some from the bottle onto Azriel's face, using a blender to spread it out. (Lol this is just how I do it hehe

Finn applied a lighter shade to his forehead and near his nose/cheek area.

Finn giggled, blending it in with the darker shade. Ian gave a squeak of surprise as Mia pressed down a bit too hard with the razor on his neck.

"Sensitive~" Mia teased, doing it again, earning another squeak.

Finn pulled out a contour palette as Ian stuck his tongue out at Azriel again.

"Look at me." Fin brushed it just below his cheekbones to bring out his features a bit more.

Finn had striking green eyes, highlighted by pale eye makeup and sharp features, no need for a contour. Finn finished up his contour, dusting a bit on the temples and the edges of the nose.

"I didn't go to a school that taught makeup for 4 years for nothing, hon."

"Highlighter time~!" Finn singsonged.

Finn laughed. "Hon, it's a powder. It makes you shiny, to put it simply."

Finn giggled. He dusted it above his brows, on his cheekbones, and on the ridge of his nose.

Finn swatted his head. "NOT DURING YOUR MAKEUP."

Ian looked at Azriel. "You smoke?"

Ian didn't answer, he only continued the conversation he was having with Mia. Finn finished the highlighter. He dusted a bit of blush on. "You want simple or eye-catching eye make-up?

"Hon, if I had the choice, you'd be looking like a drag queen. Your call."

"I'll go for a little pop of colour... what's your favourite colour."