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theharrowing · 2 years

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Boy Blue 💙 31: Tonight, I'm merely a spectator

While going through a painful but necessary breakup, you meet someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not.

Or is he?

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💙 Taehyung x Female Reader

💙 word count: 3.6k + images of text conversations

💙 college au, text message au, strangers to lovers, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, slash, poly, major character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+

💙 warnings: big, big feelings and a discussion of a threesome

💙 written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

💙 posted nov. 2021 | read on ao3

Jimin swoons as he adds his finishing touches to Taehyung's face, and you inspect his handiwork, nodding with approval at the bright yellow stars that go from Taehyung's left temple to his cheek.

"Perfect. Gorgeous. Amazing. Show-stopping." Jimin is rambling, waving his arms in the air as Taehyung watches him fondly and chuckles.

Meanwhile, Yoongi sits on his bed, staring at his phone. Jimin has given him dark cat eyes with purple glitter lining the bottom lid, and even as he sulks quietly, he looks breathtaking.

"Why are you being so emo?" Hoseok shouts to Yoongi from the doorway. Then he turns to look to you for answers, and you shrug, watching him wave his friend off.

But the truth is, you do know why Yoongi is being so emo. The moment you walked in the door wearing a tight, spaghetti-strapped little back dress with high slits up the short skirt, he looked like he had seen a ghost, inhaling sharply before averting his eyes away every chance his gaze happened to fall on you.

Jimin and Taehyung must have conspired because as soon as you walked in the door, shivering from the cool winter air after Taehyung insisted you leave your jacket in his car, Jimin came running from his room with a long leopard print coat, screaming, "Oh my god, it's perfect!"

Bottles of soju are passed around while Jimin matches his eyeshadow and lipstick to his red rhinestone-covered choker, dressed in his standard head-to-toe black. Hoseok wears glittery white eyeshadow with white stars littering his temples and cheeks, which stands out beautifully against his perfectly tanned skin, and although you're shocked to see him in all black, he looks radiant. You blink and see blue glitter in your eyelashes, thinking about how Jimin did your makeup similar to Yoongi's, with the addition of stars on your face, similar to Taehyung's, but in all blue.

Each member of the band has crimped hair that is styled messily, and they have a plain black tee tucked into tight black pants. Jimin has also styled Taehyung's hair, and his black button-up shirt is unbuttoned enough to make every member of the household sneak glances at his chest. Now that you all seem to be about ready to leave, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, knowing that soon you will need to head toward the venue.

When you exit the bathroom, everyone has left Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is hopping around and hanging off of Taehyung in the living room, whining about how excited he is that the two of you get to see them play, while Yoongi and Hoseok are in the kitchen, murmuring to one another. You begin to approach Taehyung and Jimin, but Hoseok turns and waves you over, so you change course and walk into the kitchen.

"What's up?" you ask, looking from Hoseok to Yoongi.

"I'm trying to give Jimin as much one-on-one time with Tae as he can have so he's not bothering us all night by talking about him," Hoseok says playfully.

You scoff, looking at the floor because you are nervous about making too much eye contact with Yoongi, especially while on the topic of Taehyung, and simply respond, "That's a good plan."

"You look really nice tonight," Yoongi says, which takes you by surprise because he has already told you so much privately, and now he is saying it in front of Hoseok.

You look up, eyes wide, gently bowing your head as you say, "Thank you."

Hoseok scoffs and shifts around on his feet, muttering, "Look, I can tell you're both into each other, so stop acting so fucking awkward."

You gasp and look at Hoseok, who has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. If he knows, surely Taehyung also knows, right?

Yoongi chuckles, so you loosen up and laugh it off, as well. No use in being too worried, especially since Taehyung seems to be fond of Yoongi. You stand in silence while Yoongi and Hoseok continue their conversation about tonight's set, which you assume is what they were talking about before you joined them, fiddling with your hands, in front of your chest.

"Should we go soon?" Jimin asks, prancing into the kitchen.

Yoongi checks the clock on the stove and shrugs, muttering, "May as well."

"Alright, boys, I'll drive the equipment and meet you there?" Hoseok suggests, walking toward the front door. Jimin and Yoongi agree, and both walk toward the hallway to their bedrooms to grab their jackets.

You stand alone with Taehyung, smiling brightly at him as he wraps an arm around your waist. "Poor Yoongi can't keep his eyes off of you," he whispers. You feel uncomfortable talking about Yoongi with him but shrug your shoulders with a soft smile.

"Maybe I'll ask if he wants to come back with us after," Taehyung purrs, voice deeper, "Would you like that, kitten?"

You know you would like to be with Yoongi after, and it has been a while since you and Taehyung had sex, which you admit you are beginning to miss quite a bit. But would Yoongi go for it? Would the two of them be compatible? Yoongi seems pretty hellbent on having you for himself, and he is almost unreadable around Taehyung.

As the boys filter back into the living room with their jackets, you go over to the couch and grab the coat that Jimin lent you. It is then that you realize Yoongi is also wearing a leopard print jacket.

"See!" Jimin beams, "We thought it would be so cute if you two match!"

Yoongi shoots you a playful wink, and you feel your cheeks warm.

Taehyung beams, "Two gorgeous kittens, what a treat!" and you notice the effect it has on Yoongi as he also blushes, toying with the hem of the jacket between his fingers.

Is he considering what you said about Taehyung being willing to share when he's around, or that Taehyung may have a crush on him? You are ushered out the door before you can think about it much more by Jimin, who has linked your elbow in his.

"So excited you're here tonight!" Jimin squeals, hopping around and tugging you with him.

"Me too, Jimin," you giggle. "I've been looking forward to this all week!"

You glance back, and Yoongi is smirking while Taehyung leans to the side, muttering something to him. What on earth could those two be talking about, you wonder.

Once you get to the venue, you're greeted by many friends of theirs who you met last time, and everyone swoons at Taehyung during their introductions. The guys disappear to help Hoseok carry their equipment inside, so you make your way to the bar to get a head start on your next drink. After about ten minutes, Yoongi approaches with a smirk.

"Drinking my whiskey, hmm?" he asks, and you grin playfully.

"Didn't see your name on it," you tease, making Yoongi roll his eyes before he turns to the bartender to order himself the same thing.

"So," you attempt to hold the same light tone, "what did you and Taehyung talk about on the way here?"

Yoongi hesitates, looking down at the drink that he is swirling around in his glass. Nervous tick? After a moment, you think he is finally going to spill the beans, but the rest of the guys join you at the bar, and Yoongi wanders off to talk to someone else while you and the others settle into the crowd.

The band that plays first is the same one you saw the night of the glam rock performance, except this time they are playing music that is a little more aggressive. There is a small mosh circle in front of the stage, but people have mostly clustered around, watching the band as they dance, many of them sing-shouting along to the lyrics. Yoongi is shouting with his arms in the air while Jimin and Hoseok are less animated but just as captivated by their friends on stage.

You and Taehyung are behind the guys, alternating between watching them and watching the band, and you swoon. A flutter of excitement and anxiety builds in your guts, knowing they will be on stage later.

Once that band finishes, music plays over the speakers while they walk their instruments off stage, save for the drums, which Hoseok adds a few more to. Yoongi and Jimin carry a keyboard, guitar, and bass to the stage, which gives you pause; there are three of them, so who plays the fourth instrument?

Taehyung offers to refill your drink while you stand and wait, watching the boys set up. Your eyes are stuck on Yoongi, and after your previous conversation over text, you are definitely checking out his ass, which makes you feel a little shy and even a bit nervous.

They tune up briefly, with Hoseok hitting the drums that he has added to the kit that was already set up, while speaking into a microphone, followed by Jimin playing a few licks on the bass and speaking into his microphone. Yoongi straps the guitar over his shoulder, playing some cords before turning on the keyboard and testing it. He mumbles into a microphone before taking the guitar off and placing it onto a stand.

"Wow, two instruments," Taehyung says into your right ear, making you jump. "Just imagine how talented those fingers are."

You turn to him with wide eyes, and he chuckles before planting a soft kiss on your cheek and handing you a glass of whiskey. The guys leave the stage to go back to the bar, and Jimin tugs on you and Taehyung, shouting, "Shots, babes!" so you follow along.

"This set is dedicated to you two," Jimin beams toward you and Taehyung with his small glass of soju in the air. You all hold your glasses up before shooting them back. Compared to the whiskey, the soju tastes quite sweet.

"I'm actually gonna pee quick before they start," you mutter to Taehyung once everyone has set their shot glasses on the bar. "Hold this?"

Taehyung takes your whiskey, and you excuse yourself to the restroom, snaking through the growing crowd to the other side of the space, there is a short hallway and two gender neutral rooms with stalls and urinals. As soon as the door closes behind you, it swings back open, and Yoongi grabs onto your arm, pulling you into him.

Although the restroom is gender neutral, you are shocked to see him, but before you can ask what he is doing, Yoongi's lips are against yours, and he is moaning softly, and sweetly. The scent of his musk and faint taste of cherry chapstick overwhelms you in the best way, and you sink into the feeling, stumbling forward when he pulls out of the chaste kiss.

"For good luck," Yoongi mumbles before turning and leaving you standing there stunned for a few minutes before you rush to empty your bladder, wash your hands and return to the crowd.

When the guys take the stage, the room erupts, and even before they can play the first note, you feel so proud to know them, glancing around at the eager eyes of their audience. Their music is fast-paced, heavy, and fun, and people dance, jump, and shove each other while yelling along to the lyrics. You are absolutely captivated by Jimin's stage presence as he grinds and sways behind his bass while delivering impressive growls and screams and a surprisingly sweet voice when singing.

Yoongi plays the guitar primarily, switching from time to time to the keyboard in front of him, and when he leans forward to growl into the mic, you feel your heart pound in your chest, and your legs begin to weaken. At one point, Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, and he winks before leaning back and playing a guitar solo that makes your head spin. His fingers are, in fact, very talented. Taehyung even judges you, sending a wink when you turn to meet his eye, causing warmth to spread over you.

Hoseok is a beast on the drums, and you are amazed by his stamina and speed, smiling softly every time his heart-shaped mouth screams into the microphone that is craned over the kit. The energy on the stage is unmatched by anything you have seen before, and although they play for close to an hour, you are sure that you could stand there and watch them all night. Judging by the crowd's energetic cheers at the end, you can tell you are not the only one.

Once their set ends, the guys leave the stage and go straight to the bar, where you follow them while Taehyung excuses himself to the bathroom. As soon as you approach, Yoongi drapes an arm around your shoulder, and you are met with the smell of his sweat mixing his cologne, which has you feeling like you might just melt where you stand. He looks so happy, and you find yourself smiling along simply from watching him smile and laugh with Jimin, Hoseok, and their friends.

"That was incredible," you find the courage to finally say, and Yoongi turns to you with a soft, sweet, somewhat drunk gaze.

"You're incredible," Yoongi mumbles, and at that moment, you wish you were the only two people in the room as you watch his eyes fall to your lips and his tongue dance out to moisten his own.

When Taehyung returns, he goes straight to Jimin's side, pulling him into his chest for a side hug. Yoongi does not remove his arm from around your shoulder, and Taehyung does not seem to notice it aside from glancing your way to tell Yoongi he was amazing. Hoseok has his back to the group, talking up some handsome man, leaving the four of you paired up.

"We usually stay here to drink for the rest of the night," Jimin tells you before turning to Taehyung. "You guys down? Or do you want to get out of here and drink somewhere else?"

You all share glances, but before anyone can respond, Jimin's attention is torn away from the group, and Taehyung takes that as an opportunity to get closer to you and Yoongi, leaning on the bar so that he is near eye-level with you. You can see the gears turning, and you feel nervous about what may come out of his mouth next.

"I think we should get out of here," Yoongi says, and you are startled to hear the words you expected to come out of Taehyung's mouth come from him.

Taehyung grins, looking between you and Yoongi, and when you look over at Yoongi, he has a smirk. What on earth did these two talk about before? Although it is no surprise that Taehyung is interested, Yoongi has talked some pretty big game about not being on Team Tae.

"Wh-where should we go?" you finally ask.

Taehyung stands up straight, raising his eyebrows to Yoongi, who hums as if he is weighing the options. "Well, regardless of where we go, we gotta pay the tab," he says as he reaches for his wallet.

Yoongi tenses beside you. "It's cool, we all pitch in for it, and we get a discount for playing," he insists, but Taehyung waves him off.

"Nonsense, you guys gave an amazing show, the least I can do is cover the drinks." He says before telling the bartender to just have Jimin sign for the tab at the end of the night to ensure it is covered under his card, which has been scanned, making Yoongi scoffs beside you.

"Showoff," you hear him mumble, and you chuckle.

"Alright, well," Taehyung begins, turning to the two of you, "Yoongi's place is closer, but I don't know how you feel about going back there."

"Oh, yeah they won't be back until the sun starts coming up," Yoongi responds, nodding his head in the general direction of his roommates. You get goosebumps, and suddenly the arm around your shoulder feels heavy. As if he can feel the anxiety radiating from you, Yoongi gives you a squeeze.

"I'll grab our jackets then, and we'll head out?" Taehyung offers before walking toward the stage, where the jackets are all piled up behind a curtain.

You look at Yoongi, and he tugs on the bottom of his lip with his teeth, turning the side of his mouth into a smirk.

"Want to tell me what you guys are planning," you ask, "or do I already know?"

Yoongi's lips move to your ear, grazing over the skin as he speaks. "He suggested earlier that, if we wanted, we should get to know each other a little better after this. Of course, by me agreeing to play along, I hope you don't feel any pressure to do anything. I'm just happy I seem to have his majesty's permission to touch you a little."

You turn your face into Yoongi, pressing your temple into his forehead. "I thought you wouldn't be interested in him being there."

"I'm sure I could agree to worse scenarios if it meant having a chance with you," he purrs, velvety and hot, sending a shiver down your spine.

When Taehyung returns, Yoongi's arm leaves your shoulder, and you feel the urge to whine about how cold you are; only Jimin's jacket is quickly draped around you, serving as a decent alternative to Yoongi's intoxicating body heat.

Yoongi leads the way, hugging his roommates and their friends good night before ushering you out into the cold. You feel dazed and dizzy on the walk home, more aware of your drunkenness as you are tasked with putting one foot in front of the other. Taehyung and Yoongi talk about music, and you hardly listen; you just walk between them, hands grazing one another from time to time until you are back at Yoongi's apartment.

As soon as you're inside, Taehyung kicks off his shoes and goes into the kitchen for soju and some glasses. You and Yoongi giggle as you struggle to get out of your boots, and you fall into the closed door when you lose your balance. He drops to his knee and unties them for you before untying his own, and you stand there watching him, waiting for him to finish so he can determine where you might go from here.

"Hey Yoongi," Taehyung calls from the kitchen, his voice deep and commanding. He is leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, and his lips are tugged into a sly smile. He has set out three glasses that have been filled with the sweet, alcoholic drink, and Yoongi looks up quickly, almost as if he is worried about what Taehyung calls his attention to, standing up slowly.

"Can you do me a favor?" Taehyung asks.

"S-sure," Yoongi says, pushing his hands into his denim pants pockets.

"I want you to kiss her," Taehyung requests.

Yoongi's eyes widen, and he turns to you, seemingly waiting for your reaction, but you watch him as well, unsure of what to say. Of course, you want to kiss him, but you worry that he will not enjoy performing for an audience or that he might not want Taehyung involved in any way, despite seeming into it at the bar.

"Sh-should we discuss boundaries and expectations first," Yoongi asks, turning to Taehyung.

Taehyung smiles and picks up his glass, and takes a sip from it, then nods. "Of course," he responds, gesturing to the couch.

You walk over, taking off Jimin’s jacket and draping it over the back of the sofa before taking a seat. Yoongi has stepped into the kitchen to help carry the glasses, handing one to you when he returns, before sitting beside you. Taehyung sits to Yoongi's right, leaning back against the armrest to keep his eyes on the two of you. Nobody speaks, and you shift around, feeling a little anxious.

"Yoongi," you say softly, and when he turns to you, butterflies dance around your stomach. His sharp cat eyes are painted in black and purple, and his pouty lips are lightly glossy. Your voice is meek when you say, "Why don't you start?"

Yoongi hums and nods his head. "To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm ready to do anything with...with a man," he says, glancing over to Taehyung.

Taehyung sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees, cradling his head in one hand while swirling his soju glass around with the other.

"Tonight, I'm merely a spectator."

Yoongi looks at you, searching your face for a reaction before turning back to Taehyung. His voice is somewhat timid as he asks, "Y-you just want to watch?"

Taehyung drags his bottom lip through his teeth and flashes a mischievous, boxy grin. "Watch and direct...if you feel so inclined."

"And you?" Yoongi faces you, eyes wide with anticipation, "How do you feel?"

You inhale deeply, scared to sound too eager but not wanting to come off as indifferent. "I want...you. Whatever that entails."

Yoongi smiles and lightly nods, downing his soju as he sits forward, placing his glass on the table with a loud thunk. As Yoongi settles back, he pulls his left arm up, stretching it along the back of the couch, behind you, and you take a drink from your cup as well, placing it down on the table before settling back, next to Yoongi. You are acutely aware of the pounding of your heart, trying not to breathe too hard or too loudly as Yoongi's fingers dance across your neck, and when you look at him, he bites his bottom lip, patting his lap with his right hand.

Your eyes fall to his hand on his lap before traveling up to a smirking, patient Taehyung, finally landing back on Yoongi as he wets his lips.

Yoongi's voice sounds like velvet as he says, "Come here and give me a kiss."

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aroaessidhe · 2 years

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I’ve been super behind on updating my character description database, but I got through a few yesterday and also made a new banner! As always, link & full entry in pinned post

Ophelia

Brown eyes, dark wavy hair that almost reaches her shoulders, bangs

Light freckles, Cuban-Irish

lilac gown, flowers cascading that look sugar-spun [prom daydream from start]

sunflower jeans (patches)

fancy black dress, with little white daisies (graduation photos)

denim shorts with daisies embroidered on the cuffs, and lacy white tank top

keeps hairtie around wrist

pale blue dress, collar studded with tiny flower shaped pearls, buttons on chest

navy romper decorated with pink tulips

silver chandelier earrings

light yellow skirt

tshirt with a raven surrounded by cherry blossoms [Talia’s memory of first noticing her]

lilypad romper (with cartoon frogs)

sequined flowers on white sundress, holographic lipgloss, makeup

Bright orange babydoll dress with daisies. thrifted and too big

jeans with roses stitched on the back pockets and plain white tank top

Silver glitter in corner of eyes, blended grey, lashes fanning out. Hair curled at ends, wavy. Lilac, tiny pearl-centered tulle flowers across the skirt, ribbon at waist, v neck.

Boxy frame, small chest

Lindsay

short, green eyes

running shorts and tank top

default outfit of yoga pants and cropped jerseys

vibrant red hair, freckles

soft curves, black plunging gown, hair down, settling around her shoulders

blue sundress

mermaid cut dress is deep navy, slightly darker than wes’ suit, hair over one shoulder. delicate silver choker around neck

Agatha

turtleneck sweaterdress

bedazzled lashes

fashionable, dark brown eyes, thick halo of corkscrew black hair, fat

acrylic nails - highlighter yellow

neon yellow babydoll dress

Marilyn Monroe replica dress

black bodycon dress, tight around her hips, bright pink sneakers & lipstick

Pink butterfly clips

thick neon green plastic rings, black sequins on skirt

hair looks longer and fuller, floating magnificently around her head, eyelashes lined with tiny rhinestones, white glittering dress with slit up leg

Sammy

mop of black curls, framing his narrow face

very tall, thin

Pakistani

jeans and long sleeves

black suit, slicked back hair

Wesley

cashmere sweaters, polished loafers

straight black hair

tall, Korean-American, big muscles

purple sweater

dark blue suit, hair in place with hairspray

Zack

septum piercing, studded two-toned jacket

Black, close cropped hair

Jacket that's all purple demin, patches and spikes

Talia

Black & Puerto Rican, tall, long brown face, thick dark curls

tan work boots

thick curls in her bun, gold ring in her nose

glittery red nails (always), round nose and wide-set eyes, rarely wears makeup

deep red lipstick (at party they first met)

loose grey ghostbusters shirt, ripped jeans, and usual boots

leggings and a green tank top

Graphic tee with anime characters

Hair slicked back against scalp, gathered in thick ponytail at base of neck. Lips crimson, same colour as the suit she's wearing, black top under, brooch on lapel (gold rose with Ruby in centre)

#Ophelia After All #racquel marie #char desc database

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maraudersbutmuggle · 2 years

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Marauders as clothing styles

James: jeans, tennis, hoodies, denim jackets, hats, beanies, flannel plaid shirts of every color, like he has a collection of them, hoodies under denim jackets, varsity jackets, joggers, joggers and more joggers, hats with silly stuff written on them like: Deer Boy or something. Black leathered watch.

Sirius: leather. Leather in jackets. Leather in pants. Leather in everything. Plain t-shirts. Mostly white and black. He doesn't use other colors. Rock Band t- Shirts. Tight jeans. Ripped jeans. Skirts. Boots. Jewels: chains, chains and more chains. Mostly all his ear pierced, a ring in every finger. Black nails. OMG Black shades. Like a freaking vampire. Tattoos. Showing his middle finger.

Remus: Brown colors. Every shade of it. Sweaters. Ugly big sweaters that look so comfy. White t-shirts underneath. Beanies. Coats. Autumn colors. Jeans and khakis. Brown belts. Torn and old converse. One single piercing in his ear. Cigarettes are part of himself.

Peter: Jeans. Blue. Always blue. Mostly blue. Striped t-shirts of every color. Polos of every color too. Vests when he needs to be formal. Hoodies. Hoodies and more hoodies. Mostly blue, grey and green. Vans and converse. Big pockets to keep things. Messy outfit. Looks like it hasn't been thought through.

Regulus: Plain shirts. White, Black and Blue. Dark colors. Shirts tucked under the trousers. Jeans and dark trousers. Belts of the same color as his shoes. Sweaters and Coats. Hair combed to the back. Sometimes loosen and messy. One ring. White shirts under blue sweaters. Expensive watches. Preppy style.

Grant: Torn and ripped jeans. Plaid shirts with short sleeves. Suspenders. Just like suspenders. Rarely wears a sweater or jacket. Dirty converse. Sleeveless white shirts under suspenders.

Mary: Tight tops with neckline. Red, Cherry and Black colors. Skirts and dresses. Sometimes tight jeans. Furred jackets. Tights. Heels. Big and colorful heels. Big earings. Golden round earings. Red lipstick. Heart shaped glasses. Lollipop. Crop tops. Painted nails. Accesories. And more accesories.

Dorcas: Overalls over tops. Just overalls. Furred jackets. Denim jackets. Braids and buns. Long skirts with boots. Colorful DIY tees. Many many necklaces. Chokers. Pilot jackets. Pins in her jackets. 90's vintage shades. Green green green. Purple purple purple. Her colors.

Marlene: Sporty bras. Crop tops with joggers. Crop tops with jeans. Tennis. Hoodies. T-shirts with funny phrases like: "I'm with an idiot" or "Nobody knows I am a lesbian". And rock band t-shirts. Sometimes leather jackets. And black sexy dresses with a ponytail.

Lily: Patterned dresses. Skirts. Rarely wears trousers. Only jeans. Pastel colors. Fruits and flowers on her clothing patterns. Beige and Mint sweaters. Strap shoes. Jeans with boots. Delicate golden chains. Small earings. Bows and headbands. French beanies. Braided hair. Belts on jeans. And James' big varsity jackets.

#marauders muggle au #muggle au #marauders era #marauders #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #grant chapman #atyd

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redqueen-hypothesis · 3 years

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misunderstanding ➳ gavin (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x gavin (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 6332

➳ GENRE: humour, fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: you just really want a kiss

➳ REMARKS: for @cheri-translates‘ late birthday present! i apologise for the disappointing quality-

i. her

It’s late at night when you finish working on your last report, and Gavin insists on walking you home.

“–and so Victor was saying that I have to work doubly hard this month if I want to keep the partnerships with other companies.” You rant to Gavin on the way back to your apartment, joined hands swinging back and forth between the two of you. “I mean, he’s probably right! But he talks as if I haven’t been doing my best already! I wish I could wipe that annoying frown off his face.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, a slight smile on his lips and his fingers giving yours a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve been working so hard these last few days, I’m sure your boss sees that too.” Gavin says honestly, and you make a face at the thought of Victor even remotely praising you for your work without a snark remark thrown in somewhere. “I’m sure you’ll do great, so don’t worry too much, alright?”

Gavin’s words are earnest and straight from the heart. You smile, feeling more positive than when you had left the company building; no matter how many times Gavin says he doesn’t know how to reassure people, he always come through for you with his honest words. You’re looking up at his side profile, about to thank him, when a night gale sweeps through the empty streets and you shiver. The weather has been cold recently, but you had forgotten your jacket today on way to work due to oversleeping in the morning.

All of a sudden, you feel a slight weight settling around your shoulders and look up in surprise to see Gavin putting his denim jacket on you, leaving him in nothing more than a plain white tee. “Ahh, Gavin! You don’t need to, I’m almost home anyway. What if you catch a cold?” You begin to pull off the jacket, but Gavin’s large hands still yours before you can return it to him.

“I’m used to the cold since I fly around so much.” Gavin tells you simply, adjusting the jacket so that it sits nicely on your shoulders, protecting the bare skin of your arms from the cool night air. “There, all done.”

You flush lightly, tugging the well worn material more tightly around your body. It still retains his delicious body heat and his unique scent is steeped in every thread and stitch of the fabric. Smiling secretly to yourself, you look at Gavin’s concerned face to thank him. “Then I’ll return it to you the second we reach my apartment, alright?”

Gavin coughs lightly, turning away. “I don’t mind if you keep it. It looks good on you.” His short brown locks do little to hide just how the tips of his ears are burning red. You blink down at yourself, realizing then just how big his jacket is on you and flush lightly. “Well, I can’t have you catching a cold too!”

You grab his hand with both of yours and raise it to your lips to blow warm air over it, deciding that you can at least keep one part of him warm if you’re going to steal his jacket. To your surprise, however, Gavin’s body temperature already seems higher than average. He could have a bright future as a personal body warmer if the evol agent thing doesn’t work out, you think to yourself as you lace your fingers with his.

A small laugh leaves Gavin’s lips and he brings your hands down instead, putting your joined hands inside the pocket of the denim jacket. “Is this better?”

You can feel heat dancing along your cheeks, and nod eagerly. “Y-yes!” Your hand has never felt so warm and secure. Gavin smiles at you, a small, tender curve of the lips, but it makes his entire face shine with a contented glow. “Let’s go, then.”

Just like every time Gavin walks you home, the distance between your workplace and your apartment feels far too short - you want to spend more time with him. Unfortunately, you spot the familiar numbers of your apartment block and let out a small sigh, fingers instinctively wrapping around his more tightly. You don’t want to let him go.

“What’s wrong? Your footsteps have slowed.” Gavin asks in concern, and you startle when you realise that he’s looking at you with a worried expression on his face. You hadn’t even realised that you’d been dragging your feet in an attempt to make this walk last longer. Just how much more in love can you fall for one man?

“I-I was just thinking about how much work I have left to do once I head back home.” You say quickly, as the two of you near the lobby of your apartment. Gavin sighs and raises a hand to stroke through your hair gently, fingers combing through the flyaway strands tenderly.

“I don’t like seeing you so stressed.” He says softly, sounding almost pained, and your heart warms in your chest. You take both of his hands in yours, holding them between you as you turn to face him.

Silly man. He’s the one who goes on dangerous missions all the time and comes back injured or exhausted, and here he is worrying about you instead. Gavin looks down at you, amber eyes slightly downcast and a slight furrow between his brows, as if the thought of you being tired hurts him more than any danger he could face.

“I’m a big girl, Gavin. I can take care of myself.” You reassure him softly. Gavin gazes at you for a few moments, before one hand comes up to trace the dark circles underneath your eyes so gently. “I know you can.” He says, sounding a hint resigned. “But not at the expense of your health or your rest, alright?”

His hand shifts to cup your cheek, and you lean into the warmth of his palm with a contented smile. “Okay.”

The two of you stand there for a moment longer, too reluctant to let the other go. It’s only when another gust of cold wind sweeps around you and you let out a small sneeze that Gavin finally takes a step back, running a thumb over your cheek. “I’ll pick you up for a date once you finish your project, alright? Don’t hesitate to call if you need me for something.”

You stare at him a second longer, his amber eyes filled with such tender affection and concern, before compulsion wins out and you’re stepping forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Gavin makes a surprised sound at your actions when your face collides with his chest, arms instinctively coming up to encircle you. “Something wrong?”

“Just wanted to a hug.” You mumble into the thin white fabric of his shirt, glancing up to look at him. Gavin’s expression softens at your muffled words, fingers stroking your cheek gently and his eyes tracing your face with so intently that your breath lodges itself in your chest.

Ever so slowly, his fingers slip down to brush your lips gently, his touch so light it’s barely a breath of wind whispering over your mouth. Lips suddenly dry at his sudden actions, your tongue darts out mindlessly to wet them and the tip flicks over Gavin’s fingers.

Your eyes dart up to meet Gavin’s in shock, heart pounding painfully in your chest. He still hasn’t moved his fingers from your lips, although you can see the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows, amber eyes darkening a shade as they fixate on your mouth, unable to look away.

You vaguely wonder if you’re still breathing. Is he finally going to-

Gavin leans forward slowly, face coming dangerously close to yours without so much as a warning. You can feel a few stray strands of his hair dancing across your face each time the wind blows, but you’re so fixated on his mouth that you barely bother with the ticklish sensation. His breath, hot with each slow exhale, brushes your lips like a teasing, indirect touch, and at that moment, you find that you really, really want him to kiss you.

Your eyes slip shut, lips tingling in anticipation. Please.

“You have a little bit of lipstick smudged here.” Gavin’s soft voice interrupts you, and your eyes fly open to see him wiping carefully at the corner of your mouth, before showing you a bit of pink staining his fingertips. You stare down at it for a moment, unsure whether you want to scream loudly in disappointment or if you still have some shreds of dignity left to preserve, but before you can do anything regrettable Gavin leans over and presses a quick, chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll see you soon.” He murmurs softly, eyes bright with affection as he smiles down at you, and you almost feel dirty minded for wanting a kiss on the lips of all things. “It’s late and cold, you should get going.”

Unable to say anything in response, you swallow the words trapped on the tip of your tongue before you kiss him softly on the cheek and step back to wave. “See you soon, Gavin.”

You feel his eyes on you until you’ve stepped into the relative warmth and security of the lift lobby, barely remembering to give a wave to the security guard before you enter the lift.

The second the elevator doors slide closed, you put your face in your hands and scream.

ii. a male perspective

“So, how good is my brother in bed?”

Shaw’s unexpected question in the middle of your conversation sends your mouthful of matcha latte going down the wrong passage. You immediately clap both hands over your mouth, trying to prevent the drink from spewing over the entire tabletop. Coughing and spluttering weakly, you reach out for help and Shaw instantly drops a tissue into your hand, a lazy, self satisfied smirk dancing on his lips. As he lounges back on his chair, he looks ridiculously out of place in the quaint cafe with his graffiti-ed leather jacket and skateboard propped up on the chair next to him.

“You don’t just ask about these kind of things!” You whisper to Shaw fiercely, sure that your face must be as bright red as a tomato. You can feel heat burning at your cheeks. Did anyone hear? “Why would you even ask about something like that?”

Shaw’s snicker of laughter is bright, teasing, and so, so annoying. “It’d almost be nice to have some tea about my dear brother. Anyways, what’s embarrassing about it? I could give you a few tips if you want.” He pours a measure of his can of coke into the teacup in front of him, before adding an equal amount of Pepsi and clicking his tongue in satisfaction.

You make a face at the thought of just how much action you’ve gotten as you dab at the corners of your mouth with the paper napkin. “Well...” You hesitate, not quite sure how to put it. Shaw arches a single perfectly groomed eyebrow as he raises his teacup to his lips.

“You mean, you haven’t fucked?” The question falls so easily from his mouth that you almost do a double take, before you’re glaring at him in embarrassment and raising your purse to smack him on the arm. “How far have the two of you gone?”

“...it’d be easier to ask how far we haven’t gone.” Your hesitant mumble has Shaw blinking at you in wide eyed surprise. The rare expression on his face would almost hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that it was so depressing. “He hasn’t even kissed me yet.”

“What?” Shaw says so loudly that a few patrons of the cafe you’re at glance at him with dirty looks. You slap his shoulder again with your purse. “Oi, how long have the two of you been dating already?”

You press your lips together, ticking the dates off on your fingers. “About a month now.”

“He’s gone an entire month without kissing you?” Shaw snorts, setting his teacup back on the table. You stare into his cup, watching the tiny bubbles fizz in his drink and pop at the surface. Who buys soft drinks in a cafe? “Are you sure he knows that the two of you are dating? He’s a bit dense, so he might not have gotten it through his thick skull-”

You give him a flat look. “Don’t insult my boyfriend like that,” you mumble, taking a bite of your strawberry tart. Shaw lets out a snort, resting his chin on his palm as he shakes his head at you.

“Am I wrong, though? The two of you are more hilarious to watch than a romance sitcom.”

You narrow your eyes at him, pointing your fork at him threateningly. “This is not,” you jab the utensil at his face for extra effect, “funny.”

This, of course, only has the opposite effect and sends Shaw into a fit of snickers and chortles. You glare at him, unamused, as he thumps a fist on his skateboard, laughing so hard you can see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Shaw! I’m being serious!”

“That’s exactly why-” Shaw wipes his eyes, looking like he’s trying very hard to stop himself from dissolving into laughter, “-it’s so damn funny.”

“I will end you.” You mutter, stabbing the fork into your tart mutinously and wishing it was Shaw’s face instead. Massaging his aching sides, Shaw slides back into his chair bonelessly, the odd chuckle or two still escaping him. “Okay, okay, being serious. Do you want my dear old brother to give you a real kiss?”

The question is so obvious that you shoot him a glare, wondering if he’s making fun of you again. “Of course I do! Every time I think he’s going to kiss me, it just ends up on the forehead or cheek. This area,” you gesture furiously at your lips with your fork, “has gone completely deprived for months! And every single time he doesn’t go for it, I think oh, maybe I should try taking the lead instead, but then he smiles at me with that really cute innocent face of his and I just can’t do it.”

Shaw blinks at you for a moment before he pats you on the back sympathetically. He must have been a little surprised by your emotional ramble. “There there, it’s not good for you to get so worked up over something like this. You’re aging, you should look out for your blood pressure levels-”

You gape at him for a few seconds, before you reach for your purse and immediately start swatting at him furiously like he’s a mosquito that you need to destroy. “I am not old! I’m barely a few years! Older than you! The disrespect, you bastard!”

“Ouch, yeowch! Stop abusing me, woman!” Shaw scrambles out of the chair from under your flailing hands, trying to avoid your hits. You’re not usually so easily agitated, but Shaw just has that effect on you - you want to smack that annoying smirk off his face the second he opens his mouth. “I’ll be serious from now on. Strategies, strategies...”

You sink back into your chair, cheeks flushed slightly from the exertion. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” You bemoan, putting your face in your hands. “You’re of no help at all, Shaw.”

He has the gall to look offended. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? If I can get ladies, I’m sure I can help you get one man, even if he’s a little slow on the uptake.”

“I said, stop insulting my boyfriend.” You scold, taking a more careful sip of your latte now, wary in case Shaw decides to say something strange again. “And your ideas are terrible, if they don’t involve something illegal...” your words trail off, and you frown as you think back on all his schemes and plans. “Wow. I just realised that all your plans so far have been illegal.”

“Who cares if they’re illegal or not as long as they work? I have a hundred percent success rate. Guaranteed fucking by the end of the plan.”

You fix him with a dubious look.

“I won’t even charge you for it. Take it as a congratulatory gift or something.” Shaw props his feet on the table, ignoring the dirty glare you throw at him from the side. “So, do you want to hear this plan or not?”

You take one good, long stare at him, before you sigh and down the remainder of your latte. What else do you have to lose?

“Hit me with your worst, I suppose.” You say, defeated, and Shaw grins, pumping a fist in the air.

“Leave it all to me.”

You feel like you already regret saying that.

iii. numero uno

Plan Numero Uno is an absolute disaster.

You’d been at the location of one of your shoots, which happened to be the precinct for your latest police feature documentary, organizing the lighting and curtains for the interview room. After realizing that you would need some cleaning solution in order to wipe down the glass of the interrogation rooms, you decided to find some yourself in the storage room, not wanting to trouble the janitors. Gavin, who’d been at the station, offered to help you out.

“You’re really a lifesaver, Gavin.” You tell your boyfriend softly, as he walks in step beside you. He’s not touching you, maintaining just enough distance between the two of you to remain professional and appropriate, but you notice the way he instinctively leans towards you in some sort of subconscious attempt to stay closer to you. You giggle internally, giving an absentminded nod to a janitor walking past you, lavender hair peeking out from beneath the brim of a dark cap. He’s cute.

“You needed help and I know where the supplies are.” Gavin nods simply as if offering his assistance is nothing more than second nature to him, guiding you to a black, nondescript door labelled ‘cleaning supplies’. “Here, it shouldn’t be locked.”

He opens the door for you, and you switch on the lights as you step into the small, cramped room barely large enough for one person. A single bulb flickers overhead, and you squint in the dim light to read the peeling labels on the bottles. “Detergent... Hydro... Hydrogen peroxide? Ahh, glass cleaner.” You reach on your tiptoes to get it, but unfortunately are still too short to so much as brush the bottom with your fingers. Gavin smiles slightly at your plight, and you shoot a pitiful look at him that says ‘please don’t make fun of me’.

“Let me get that for you.” Gavin suggests, stepping over to the rickety shelves. His firm chest presses against your back as he reaches over your head to get the bottle of cleaning solution, and you freeze, chewing on your bottom lip as you feel him move about behind you. You hope the light isn’t bright enough for him to see the clear blush on your cheeks. His body is very warm.

And also very hard.

“I got it, I can carry it for you.” Gavin says, seemingly oblivious to your plight. You force a smile on your face as you thank him, desperate to get out of here as fast as possible before you pin him to the wall and kiss him senseless yourself. “That’s great! Then let’s get out of here, it’s far too cramped-”

Just as you’re reaching for the door, you hear a click of a lock.

You pause with your hand on the doorknob, before attempting to twist it. The door doesn’t budge in the least. What.

“Gavin, I think the door is jammed.” You say, shaking the doorknob a little more aggressively. There’s no denying it, it’s well and truly locked. It doesn’t budge in the least even when you pull and push with all your might. “Did you do something to it when you came in?”

“I didn’t even shut the door.” Gavin replies, surprise colouring his voice. “Let me see.”

The room was very clearly meant for only one person, because when Gavin squeezes past you to get to the door, you’re sure every inch of his body is brushing against yours. You try your very best not to let out any strange sounds, instead choosing to keep your mouth shut and watch as Gavin inspects the door carefully.

“This door is locked from the outside by the janitor at the end of each day, even though it usually isn’t at this time.” Gavin says seriously, inspecting the lock. “One of them might have made a mistake when they saw the door left open and locked it thoughtlessly.”

Locked in a cleaning supply closet together with Gavin... why does that sound so familiar, you wonder, before the words click in your mind together with a familiar smirk and bleached lavender hair hidden beneath a dark cap.

Shaw! You scream internally in realization. Just a week ago at that cafe he had been talking about the exact same thing, but it had clearly been such an awful plan that you hadn’t bothered shooting it down instantly, thinking that he was just making a joke.

Well, it seems that he has made a joke - only out of you.

Before you can think up a thousand and one ways to kill Shaw in his sleep, Gavin turns around and you instantly purge all murderous intent from your face, directing an awkward smile at him. In the cramped space of the room, the two of you are pressed so close that you can feel the body heat radiating off him. His face is barely inches from yours, and almost helplessly, your eyes flick down to trace the outline of his lips. You can’t help it - everything you’ve wanted for so long is right there, as if you could just reach out and take it-

Gavin calls your name softly, and you look up to see him gazing intently at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, and your lips tingle. Is he going to...

“Stand back.” He says firmly, and you blink in confusion. “I’ll take care of this.”

The next second, Gavin raises up one leg, and lashes out at the door with a single swift, powerful kick. Your yelp of surprise is drowned out by the sound of the door swinging wide open, allowing light from the hallway to flood into the dingy storage room. His show of controlled power has your mouth hanging open in a mixture of shock and wide eyed awe.

The door is open, and you’re more disappointed than you have been in weeks.

Gavin turns around to extend a hand to you, the other hand gripping the bottle of glass cleaner tightly. “Shall we go? They must still be waiting for us.”

With a pained smile at your dear boyfriend’s obliviousness, you take his hand, lips still very much kiss deprived and heart just a little bit heavy.

Plan one, bust.

iv. little black dress

“Shaw, this idea is somehow worse than the first.”

“What do you mean, worse? The last one was an anomaly, this time will definitely work.” Shaw clicks his tongue as he rifles through another rack with a cursory eye. You trail along behind him, trying to cover your face with your purse, cheeks flaming red. “Shaw... Shaw! What exactly are we doing in... in a...”

The words lingerie boutique simply refuse to leave your mouth, your face colouring in mortified crimson until you’re sure it matches the shade of lace underwear barely clinging on to the mannequin’s hips. “I thought you said you were going to help me!”

Shaw lets out an ungraceful snort. “Well, you don’t think I’m here to buy one of these for myself, were you?” He holds up a racy black leather bodysuit up to you, giving you a cursory once over. “Hmm, might fit. Doesn’t seem like your type, though. You’re not bold enough to pull it off.”

“What?” You hiss through clenched teeth, trying to hide behind a rack when the shop assistant glances over at the two of you curiously. “No! I said I want a kiss from Gavin, not all of this,” you gesture wildly at the entire shop, “this risque stuff!”

“Think about it, if the two of you bang, we increase the chances of him kissing you. Truly a big brain moment.” Shaw says very seriously, in the same tone of voice he uses when he’s rehearsing his archaeology project presentations. You stare at him for a moment in horror, wondering for a moment whether he’s being serious or not, before you catch one corner of his mouth quirking up in the telltale signs of a shit eating grin.

“You little bastard-” You begin, swatting at him with your handbag furiously. Shaw simply laughs outright, ducking out of the way of your swings. “What kind of woman do you think I am? I thought you were seriously trying to help me here-”

“I was just joking,” Shaw manages through his laughter as he dodges yet another swing, too quick on his feet for you to actually hit him. “But being totally honest here, I still think he’d like to see you in one of these.” He holds up a sheer white babydoll and you instantly make a face, but inside you’re a little hesitant, a little curious.

Would Gavin really like... seeing you in something like this?

“Of course, we could always put you in a gift box and deliver you to his apartment.” Shaw hums, inspecting the lacy material a little more carefully. He seems far too familiar with it than you’re comfortable with. “Hmm, maybe something like this is a little too much fabric. Ease of access is priority, you know?”

“Too much fabric?” You squeak, glancing at the lingerie set. It’s more holes than lace, with very convenient slits in the fabric that would do little to cover, well, anything. You’d rather die than be seen dead in it. “What’s enough fabric, then?”

“Enough fabric means no fabric. Convenience is key.” Turning around, Shaw slips the lingerie back onto the rack, completely ignoring your flaming cheeks and the way your mouth is hanging wide open. “Oh, I just had the best idea. We pack you in a nice gift box to my dear old brother’s apartment, and you wear nothing but a bow. Pretty sure he’ll appreciate the view. I’m his brother, after all. We’ve got similar tastes.”

All you manage to let out in response is a mortified, choked noise. The sheer thought of Gavin seeing you like that has your head spinning, heart running at a million miles per hour. “I-I... I-”

“Cat got your tongue?” Shaw snickers at the expression on your face, and you simply let out another strangled sound. “I was just joking about the bow bit. We could always put it on the box instead.”

You gape at him, unable to think straight. “No.”

“You can be naked if you want to,” Shaw continues loudly, over your protests. The shop assistants are starting to stare, and you desperately wish the ground would swallow you in all your entirety. “In fact, wearing nothing would be the best, and you get to save money too- oh, fuck.”

You blink in surprise at the sudden shift in his attitude, before you turn to glance in the same direction that Shaw’s looking in. To your absolute horror, you see Gavin walking through the mall with both hands tucked in the pockets of his windbreaker, eyes focused straight ahead of him. He’s not looking at you, but the sight of him is enough for your heart to go from running a million miles per hour to absolute motionless in a matter of seconds.

For a second, you swear your eyes almost meet.

Just kill me now.

“Goddamn, Shaw, hide!” You whisper scream in desperation, shoving at him with a strength you never knew you had. Caught off guard, he stumbles over a rack of lacy underwear and falls face first into a changing room before you’re diving in after him as quick as your body will allow. You don’t chance a look back before you’re throwing the curtains shut.

“Ow, fuck, you’re stepping on my foot.” Shaw complains from the floor, and you barely spare him a glance, easing the curtain open a crack so that you can peer out of the changing room. “Shaw, if Gavin ever finds out about this, I will end you in your sleep.”

“That’s not really scary coming from you.” Shaw whistles, looking unconcerned. You turn your head back to give him the worst glare you can muster. “I’ll break into your house with the spare key and replace your shampoo with toilet bleach.”

“Fuck, okay, I’ll shut up.” Shaw raises both hands in surrender. He manages approximately five seconds of silence before he’s speaking again. “I’m sure brother dearest wouldn’t mind seeing you in a lingerie shop, though. In fact, he’d probably get pretty excited-”

You squat on the ground next to Shaw, put your hands in your face and let out a tiny cry of despair.

Next to you, Shaw only snickers.

v. the misunderstanding

When you leave work that evening, you see Gavin waiting for you outside your apartment, much to your surprise. He’s still dressed in his uniform, white button up and black slacks paired with fingerless gloves. At the sight of him, your heart flutters in your chest traitorously; you had once mentioned casually to Gavin that you very much enjoyed the sight of him dressed in any sort of uniform, and he’d taken full advantage of your weakness.

You wonder if today is one such situation.

“Gavin, you’re here!” You call excitedly and hurry over to him, before he can so much as turn around your hands are already on his chest, eyes narrowed. “Now, what sort of injury did you get this time? Don’t even try hiding it from me, just because you’re in a uniform doesn’t mean that I’ll let you off-”

Your wrist is suddenly grasped in a firm but gentle grip, and you look up in surprise to see Gavin gazing at you with a sort of melancholy smile. Slightly concerned, you reach up with your other hand to cup his cheek lightly and he leans into your touch, his amber eyes fluttering shut. “Gavin?” You ask, suddenly hesitant. “Is something wrong?”

At your words, Gavin draws backwards and straightens up, before smiling down at you as if nothing is wrong. “I’m alright.” He says, but he sounds a little... off. “There have been reports of a suspicious figure in a black cap loitering around here recently. Come, I’ll walk you home.”

Peering up at him, you want to ask him what’s wrong. While Gavin has never been the type to wear his emotions freely on his sleeve, he’s also never explicitly tried to hide them from you, nor has he ever been very good at doing so. However, he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for talking, so after a minute or so of mindless chatter from you, you fall into a contemplative silence, wondering just what on earth has made your boyfriend mope like this.

As the two of you near your apartment block, you decide that you are unable to stand this awkward silence between you and Gavin. You can’t possibly stand letting him go tonight without figuring out what the problem is. Mentally pumping yourself up, you force your feet to a halt, and turn around to look at Gavin in the eye.

“Gavin, I-”

“I have something that-”

Both of you speak at the exact same time, and you blink at him in surprise. Gavin looks equally perplexed, but opens his mouth to speak again.

“You go first-”

“No, you first!” You insist, suddenly very nervous with his attention all on you. Better later than never, right? Gavin swallows, his eyes darting over your face for a moment, before he suddenly grabs both of your hands and squeezes them tightly in his.

“Am I...” His voice trembles ever so slightly, and you look up at him in alarm. “Am I... not enough for you?”

You stare.

You’re not sure if you heard that right. Gavin? Him? Not enough? For who? You?

Too stunned to reply, you simply gape at him, mouth hanging open uselessly like that of a goldfish on land. Clearly taking your silence to mean something else completely, he starts to ramble in a way you’ve never heard him before, gaze downcast as he speaks.

“Today... I saw you and my... brother... in a...” He struggles to get the words out, cheeks dusted a dark pink and you immediately cover his mouth with both your palms, completely mortified. You’re not sure your ears (or your dignity) can take hearing Gavin say the words ‘lingerie boutique’.

So he had seen you in that shop with Shaw after all!

You’re not sure if you want to laugh or scream. Perhaps both. Both is good.

“I... I didn’t know what to think, so I tried to ignore it. I know you probably have your own reasons, and I trust you, but I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. So I... here I am.” He finishes, looking completely embarrassed with himself. “I just... I just couldn’t bear the thought of someone else taking you from me. Because I...” His voice grows tiny, but his words echo so loud in your heart. “Because I love you very much.”

Unable to stand how hotly your cheeks are burning, you dart forward to wrap your arms around Gavin’s waist, burying your face in his chest. His voice is a warm timbre above you and you feel his breath on the top of your head, soothing and familiar. “What’s the matter?”

“Today!” You shout into his chest, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “I was with Shaw, because he said that he had an idea for me!”

Gavin’s hand comes up to rest in your hair, his long fingers combing through the strands carefully. “Idea?”

“Yes, an idea!” You can feel your face ready to spontaneously combust, and hope that he can’t feel the heat on your cheeks through the thin fabric of his shirt. “An idea to... to get you to kiss me.”

Gavin’s fingers still in your hair. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

You pull back to stare at Gavin in the face, stunned. “That’s all it would have taken? All I had to do, was ask?” You repeat after him, incredulous, but apparently Gavin is totally serious, because he nods earnestly in response. “I was waiting for you to be ready because I didn’t want to rush you.” He explains, and you bury your face in your hands, ready to be dive headfirst into the concrete of the sidewalk.

“All that effort, for nothing!” You shout at the bushes lining the road, and Gavin stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “I just wanted a kiss, and you tell me now that all I needed to do was to ask? Damn Shaw’s advice to hell! I agonized over this for weeks, I still haven’t gotten my kiss, and now I find out-”

Before you can carry on with your embarrassed and angry tirade, Gavin’s rough hands are cupping the sides of your face. You barely have time to so much as breathe before his lips touch yours gently, the merest brush of his mouth sending your pulse stuttering dangerously in seconds.

Gavin slowly pulls away and you see that his cheeks are stained red. His eyes are fixed very firmly on the spot just behind your shoulder. “Was that... enough of a first kiss for you?”

Your own cheeks flame and you nod, too embarrassed to say anything else, your lips still burning hot. “Come on... let’s go.” You tug at his sleeve. “You haven’t had dinner, right? I’ll cook something for the both of us.”

Gavin beams at you warmly and you try to stop your heart from leaping out of your chest.

When the two of you step into your apartment lobby, the security guard uncle waves you over, much to your surprise. “There’s a package for you.” He informs, passing you a nondescript box wrapped in black paper. “The sender wanted to remain anonymous but said he was a friend of yours. It’s a congratulatory gift, apparently.”

You frown down at the box in your hands, shaking it gently; the sound is muffled, and it doesn’t sound like there are any hard objects inside. Before you can tear the paper off it, however, Gavin covers your hands with his, shaking his head.

“It could be something dangerous.” Gavin says seriously, eyes narrowed as he stares down the package in your hands. “Let me open it.”

You hand the package over to Gavin, and watch him open the package methodically with practiced hands, heart beating in your chest rapidly as the contents are revealed only to finally... stop dead.

Inside the box is a familiar scrap of white lace tied with a big red bow, a clean white card resting on the fabric.

Congratulations on finally face fucking! Now go bang your man! - Lightning Boi

Gavin doesn’t move for a moment, deathly still as he stares at the gift in his arms. Outside, you think you hear the wind howling. One sentence leaves his mouth. “I’ll kill him.”

You’re not going to stop him.

On the sidewalk outside, beneath a lamp post, the wind lifts the cap off a man dressed in black to reveal shocking purple hair and a cheeky grin.

“Hundred percent success rate.” He hums to himself, pleased.

#mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mlqc gavin #gavin bai #mr love gavin #gavin x reader #mr love queen's choice #ahaha... im sorry for the quality... please dont kill me TT

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Venus Wisteria’s 10 casual outfits! They’ll be used in various fanarts and fanfictions, chosen randomly.

Plain crop top, duster shorts, faux suede boots

Celestial raglan crop top and fishnet tights, mini skirt, white combat boots, biker jacket, bisexual pride patch

Rainbow hoodie, lace-trim cami over colored crop tank, chain pants, sneaker heels

Tiered dress, patent gogo boots, pink rainbow necklace, sparkly loop bow headband

Celestial crop top, denim shorts, seashell sandals, silver crescent moon ring

Pumpkin knitted halter crop, mesh flared midi skirt, black platform booties, pumpkin socks

Short sleeve hoodie, green skinny jeans, celestial cami, Demonia boots, beaded barrette

Lolita puff sleeve dress, celestial sunhat, low-top sneakers, moon ruffle socks, moon hair barrette, brass knuckles necklace

Blue/purple flannel, “Spooky Babe” crop tee, skinny jeans, velvet mermaid scales combat boots

Goth emojis crop tank, high-waisted skinny jeans, studded wedge sneakers, sequin scrunchie, studded biker jacket

Which is your fave?

Consistent pieces:

Large black retro hoop earrings

Manga mascara

Smoky eyeshadow

Purple lipstick

Black matte nail polish

Black and silver crown wedding ring

Keep reading for sections with swim, sleep, and formal, and any other ideas! They will be updated!

Swim

Betsey Johnson Swan Lake bikini

Strappy one-piece, midi board shorts

Half-Moon bikini top, ruffled side-tie bikini bottoms, celestial sarong

Halter slightly cropped tankini, ruffled bottoms

Black and light turquoise bikini with white hearts

Black bat one-piece

Sleep

Turquoise/black striped babydoll, lace-up PINK shorts

Lace-trim cami, green gingham PINK ruffle shorts

Pink and black polka dot babydoll top, ruffled shorts

Hello Kitty™ polka dot babydoll top and striped pants

Lilac paisley velour long PJs

B/W striped cropped cami, Butch’s B/W striped boxers

Light pink heart print chemise

Black Moonbow short PJs

Black and blue floral chemise

Ariel RBTI PJs

Kuromi PJ shorts and tank top

Black Kuromi sleepover hoodie, pink Hello Kitty celestial capri pants

Turquoise moon/star shorts and tank

Formal

Sheer bodice dress, lace bralette, mermaid sequin booties and scrunchie

Pinstripe skirt suit, bow tie flats, turquoise blue sleeveless blouse

Light pink bodycon mini dress, stiletto ankle boots, lace-trim blazer, shears hairpin

Black lace-up asymmetrical mini dress (tulle underlay removed), stiletto gogo boots, celestial fishnet tights, silver moon and stars headband

Heart print 50′s-style dress, platform pumps, silver heart barrette

Halloween

Dark Angel

Burton Cheshire Cat

Mermaid Skeleton

Witch

Winter

Puffer jacket w/ faux-fur trim hood, high-waisted skinny jeans, cropped fuzzy sweater

Christmas

Navy/White festive sweater, emerald green skinny jeans, black Ugg™ boots, glitter poinsettia headband, white and black grommet belt

Black long-sleeve Santa-graphic velvet dress, “Creepy Lil’ Christmas” fairisle leggings, black platform booties, black and red plaid Santa hat

VS PINK red buffalo plaid thermals, tall black pom-pom slipper boots

Santa Mustache maternity shirt, green lace racerback bralette, green/red snowflake slipper socks, red buffalo plaid snowflake pajama pants, matching scrunchie

#Outfits #goth #gothic #venus wisteria #kinboshi fuji #pokemon #pokeani #anipoke #team rocket #pokemon oc #team rocket oc

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sensei-aishitemasu · 3 years

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2020 Black-Owned Gift Guide!

It’s that time again! Our SIXTH ANNUAL BLACK-OWNED GIFT GUIDE IS HERE!!!! This Black Friday, try and support a Black-owned business for all your gift-giving needs. For last years gift guide, click here. For the 2018 gift guide, click here. For the 2017 gift guide, click here. For the 2016 gift guide, click here. For the 2015 gift guide, click here.

Similar to previous lists, I kept every individual item listed under $100! Click on the links to be taken to the websites in order to peruse more yourselves: all businesses listed are Black-owned, and many are run by Black women, Black Americans specifically, manufactured here in the United States, and/or sustainably and ethically sourced with philanthropic causes attached to sales! Check them out.

In addition, this year there are THREE NEW CATEGORIES! Check out items for the ‘Goth/Kawaii,’ for your ‘Activist Bae,’ and for the ‘Esoteric’ down below.

[As always, this guide has been split into categories to make it easier to get through, but feel free to mix and match for the person in your life that fits all of (or none of!) these categories!]

For the Homebody:

Lettie Gooch Small Safety Matches, $18 Lettie Gooch Amber & Moss Soy Candle, $20 Lettie Gooch White Concrete White Tea & Ginger Candle, $28 Lettie Gooch Planetarium Throw Blanket, $68 Lettie Gooch Soleil Throw Blanket, $68

Debra Cartwright ‘Bike’ Watercolor Print, $38 Debra Cartwright ‘Aura’ Watercolor Print, $87 Debra Cartwright ‘Astro Millennial Ladies in Quarantine’ Coloring Book, $5

Harlem Candle Company ‘Brownstone’ Luxury Candle, $45 Harlem Candle Company ‘Lenox’ Luxury Room Spray, $30 Harlem Candle Company ‘Langston’ Luxury Room Spray, $30

Jungalow Genie Vase, $89 Jungalow Handwoven Peach Planter, $49 Jungalow Azul Face Pillow by Justina Blakeney X Loloi, $89 Jungalow Soft Mint Pillow, $89 Jungalow Aja Wallpaper in Green by Justina Blakeney, $5 (per sheet) Jungalow Tigris Wallpaper in Onyx by Justina Blakeney, $5 (per sheet) Jungalow Cream Looped Wool Rug, $99.00 Jungalow Silvia Teal & Berry Rug by Justina Blakeney X Loloi, $69.00 Jungalow Striped Orange Outdoor Rug, $59.00 Jungalow Reindeer Games Hook Pillow by Justina Blakeney, $60.00 Jungalow Peace Vase by Justina Blakeney, $68.00

Kashmir Viii ‘S is for Soul’ Print, $35-$45

Galerie LA Rooted Incense Holder, $45

Duchess365 358 Art Print, $23.99

Jeff Manning Art ‘Aplomb’ Art Print, $45 Jeff Manning Art ‘Pacific’ Art Print, $30

Kicky Mats ‘Get Naked’ Bath Mat, $30 Kicky Mats ‘Did You Wash Your Hands?’ Doormat, $50 Kicky Mats ‘Go Away, Come Back With Wine’ Doormat, $50 Kicky Mats ‘Did You Call First?’ Doormat, $50

228 Grant Street Candle Co. Tobacco + Patchouli Gold Travel Tin, $11 228 Grant Street Candle Co. Wild Blackberry + Absinthe Amber Jar, $21 228 Grant Street Candle Co. Oakmoss + Amber Apothecary Jar, $32

Shea Makery Strawberry Cheesecake Signature Candle, $40 Shea Makery Cinna-Bowl Signature Candle, $40

The Silver Room Cider and Cedar Leaf Candle, $34 The Silver Room Rose Water & Tea Leaves Diffuser, $28 The Silver Room Minnie Ripperton - Les Fleur Vinyl, $26

Rituals + Ceremony Anonomy Sculptures, $79 Rituals + Ceremony USB Travel Ultrasonic Essential Oil Diffuser, $25

Handcrafted Ceramic Watering Cans, $64

Fill More Waste Less Natural Loofah Sponge, $2.50 Fill More Waste Less Food Huggers, $12. 99

Ment Nelson Backwoods Baptism Print, $50 Ment Nelson Old Sheldon Print, $40

Quarantine Games!

Trading Races, $19.99

Winsults, $25

Cards For All People - Black Card Revoked (First Edition), $17.99

Trap Wars - The Urban Game Night Experience, $22.99

Lyrically Correct 90's & 2000's Hip Hop/R&B Edition, $24.99

Black Wall Street - The Black History Board Game, $49.99

Pull Your Card Music Trivia: Hip Hop Edition, $14.99

Spill It Card Game, $23

'Verified' A Party Game for Social Media Lovers (Original Edition), $19.99

For the Foodie:

Kashmir Viii ‘The Black Power’ Mixtape Coasters, $40 Kashmir Viii ‘Reclaim It’ Mug, $16 Kashmir Viii ‘I Slay.’ Clutch, $45

Galerie LA Peak and Valley Balance Blend, $30

‘The Cooking Gene,’ by Michael W. Twitty, $28.99

‘From Crook to Cook: Platinum Recipes From the Boss Dog’s Kitchen’ by Snoop Dogg, $24.95

Essie Spice Signature Sauce Collection, $42

‘Your Guide to Tasteful Manners’ with Love Cork Screw, $19.95

‘Deliciously Vegan’ Cookbook by The Chic Natural, $28.95

EAT Apron, $30

Midnight Reflections Crowned White Ceramic Mug, $19.99

The Spice Suite Utensils + Oven Mitts, $50 The Spice Suite ‘The Little Black Spice Book’ (E-book), $30

Rituals + Ceremony Circle Mug, $40 Rituals + Ceremony Agate 6pc Plate Set, $24

Blk + Grn Stainless Steel Tea Ball Infuser, $4

Fill More Waste Less Reusable Tea Strainer, $14.99

Good Thoughts Tea Co. Tea Spoon Set, $12

KazvareMadeIt Personalised Alphabet Mug Tile Print, $20.99 KazvareMadeIt Banananana Cushion, $55.80

Addie Rawr ‘Addie's Cocktail Collection’ (Cards & Prints), $3.75

For the Beauty Guru:

Lettie Gooch Blends Perfume: Earth, $30 Lettie Gooch Bloom Perfume Blend No. 586, $48

Galerie LA Hand Sanitizer, $10 Galerie LA Cream Cleanser, $16 Galerie LA Citrine Sea Tropical Exfoliator, $18 Galerie LA Botanica Rose Roller, $14 Galerie LA Botanica Lavender Roller, $14 Galerie LA Aurora Superfood Elixer (Face Serum), $27 Galerie LA Jade Eye Mask, $44 Galerie LA Rose Quartz Facial Roller, $28.00

Shea Makery Scar Healing Serum, $23 Shea Makery Cinnamon Bun Body Butter, $25 Shea Makery Glazed Donut Body Butter, $25 Shea Makery Milk + Honey + Syrup Bubble Bath, $22 Shea Makery Honeycomb Bath Set, $16

The Lip Bar Cheek and Eye Palette, $15 The Lip Bar ‘Goddess’ Lipgloss, $14 The Lip Bar ‘Bawse Lady’ Liquid Matte Lipstick, $13 The Lip Bar ‘4:00 Stuntin' Fast Face Kit,’ $99 The Lip Bar Limited Edition Easy Holiday Glam Collection, $25 The Lip Bar ‘Lip Bar Littles,’ $18.99 The Lip Bar Minimalist Lovers Bundle, $36

Auda B. Beauty Soy Polish Remover, $26

Breukelen Polished ‘Paid and Full,’ $11 Breukelen Polished ‘Get Me Right’ Treatment Set, $25

Beauty Bakerie ‘Milk & Honey’ Highlighting Brush, $18 Beauty Bakerie ‘Coffee and Cocoa’ Bronzer Palette, $38 Beauty Bakerie ‘Black Egg-cellence’ Beauty Sponges, $18 Beauty Bakerie ‘Sugar Cookies’ Palette, $28 Beauty Bakerie ‘The Butter’ Hydrasilk Primer, $24

Mented Mini Brush Trio, $10 Mented Everyday Eyeshadow Palette, $28 Mented Brush Collection, $45 Mented Holiday Faves Trio, $50

Blac Minerals Highlight Bundle, $32

Danessa Myricks Beauty Oil, $30 Danessa Myricks Waterproof Cream Palettes, $36 Danessa Myricks Luxe Cream Palettes ‘The Nudist,’ $44

Pear Nova ‘Holiday Essentials’ Nail Set, $90

Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Voodoo, $18 Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Midnight Cowboy, $18 Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Black Orpheus, $18 Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Scarab, $18

Hunny Bunny Cuticle Cream, $4.50 Hunny Bunny Grapefruit Sugar Scrub, $20

Taupe Coat in Good Fortune, $11

More Brands To Try:

People of Color Beauty

Mischo Beauty

Suite Eleven

Brown Butter Beauty

Beija Flor Naturals

Plain Jane Beauty

Ancient Cosmetics

Hue Noir

Lotus Moon Skincare

For the Fashion Conscious:

Merit ‘Fate’ Bucket Hat, $20

Chris Cardi Signature TwistDYE Tee, $33

Lettie Gooch Black Mineral Washed Jacquard Leggings, $68 Lettie Gooch ‘Smiling On The Inside’ Mask, $28

Kashmir Viii Face Masks, $16 Kashmir Viii ‘Around The Way Girl’ Clutch, $45-$60

Galerie LA Hemp Tie Button Down Sage, $90 Galerie LA Gratia Jumpsuit Tumeric, $100 Galerie LA Red Zipper Wallet, $45 Galerie LA Dopp Kitt (Makeup Bag) in Navy, $40 Galerie LA Lunar Star Earrings, $100 Galerie LA Meria Sunglasses Coral Pink, $75 Galerie LA Oda Ring, $45 Galerie LA Sabbath Cocoon Tunic, $85

Tree Fairfax Keychain, $22.50 Tree Fairfax Lois Belt, $45

LoveCortnie Polka Dot Leather Key Chain Clasps, $15 LoveCortnie Small Leather Tassel, $17 LoveCortnie ‘Color Me’ Coin Purse, $30 LoveCortnie Envelope Card Holder (Black & White), $32

Rue 107 ‘Toni’ Bikini in XOXO Print, $98 Rue 107 Signature Pencil Skirt in XOXO Print, $68 Rue 107 Tied Cropped Tank in XOXO Print, $48 Rue 107 Tied Cropped Tank in Vintage Rose Print, $48 Rue 107 Signature Pencil Skirt in Vintage Rose Print, $68

Grant Blvd ‘Sustainable Shit Only’ Fanny Pack, $26

Ebony and Green Mindfulness Earrings, $10

For the Bookworm:

‘Daymares’ by Kenya Moss-Dyme, $12.99

‘Hood Feminism’ by Mikki Kendall, $26

‘The Source of Self-Regard’ by Toni Morrison, $28.95

‘Tar Baby’ by Toni Morrison, $15

‘The Beautiful Ones’ by Prince, $30

‘In Her Hands: The Story of Sculptor Augusta Savage’ by Alan Schroeder, $12.95

‘The Street: A Novel’ by Ann Petry, $15.99

‘Chasing Down a Dream: A Blessings Novel’ by Beverly Jenkins, $14.99

‘Rebel (Women Who Dare)’ by Beverly Jenkins, $5.98

‘Night Song’ by Beverly Jenkins, $8.99

‘Tempest’ by Beverly Jenkins, $5.98

‘Our Black Year: One Family's Quest to Buy Black in America's Racially Divided Economy’ by Maggie Anderson, $17

Rayo and Honey ‘Books Change Your Mind’ Pennant, $75

Jungalow Face Bookend Vase by Justina Blakeney, $98

Midnight Reflections Black Nerd Tote Bag, $18.99

Addie Rawr Book Club Dolls Stickers (Die Cut Stickers), $9.50

For the Kids:

Jungalow Leela Terracotta Rug by Justina Blakeney X Loloi, $89.00 Jungalow Pink Looped Wool Rug, $99.00

Galerie LA Kids Face Mask, $25

Duchess365 237 Canvas Print, $98.99 Duchess365 231 Tote Bag, $24.99 Duchess365 279 Art Print, $23.99 Duchess365 241 Framed Art Print, $47.99

Shea Makery PB & J Soap, $10 Shea Makery ‘Save A Life’ Mini Assorted Hand Soaps (Set of 12), $5

Little Leaders: Bold Women in Black History, $16.99

‘Clean Getaway’ by Nic Stone, $16.99

‘Bee Fearless: Dream Like a Kid’ by Mikaela Ulmer, $16.19

ABC Me Flashcards, $20

IkdKids Rag Doll, $40

KaAn’s ‘Living The Dream’ Denim Jacket, $40

Yinibini Baby Badminton Playing Octopus Tee, $23 Yinibini Baby Fox Pullover Sweatshirt Jogger Set, $41 Yinibini Baby ROAR Lion Hooded Pullover, $45 Yinibini Narwhal Toy, $28

For the Masculine:

ALWD Signature DC PROPER Sweatshirt, $40

Chris Cardi ‘Bastards’ Tee, $30.03

Merit Flannel Shirt (Green), $65

Kashmir Viii ‘Everybody Eats, B,’ Tee, $45 Kashmir Viii ‘The Knockout’ Tee, $45

Galerie LA ‘Mister’ T-Shirt, $45

Jeff Manning Art ‘Overflow’ Art Print, $30 Jeff Manning Art ‘The Golden Age’ Art Print, $45 Jeff Manning Art ‘Overflowed Emotions’ Art Print, $50

Levi Fisher Beard Bundle, $39.99

Scotch Porter Face Care Collection, $28.99 Scotch Porter Journal, $9.99

Shea Makery Beard Oil, $15

Enbois Matte Lava Rock Bracelet, $40 Enbois Benji Matte Sunglasses, $45 Enbois Bracelets Collection - Cocoa, $50

The Silver Room Tourer Backpack, $95

Urban Profile Black Panther Shirt, $24.99

Solo Noir Starter Kit, $28.99

Bevel Shave Starter Bundle, $89.95 Bevel Skin Starter Set, $61.95

For the Tech Savvy:

Enbois iPhone Case, $12 Enbois Power Bank, $15 Enbois Grip Socket, $4

Chic Geeks Brown Faux Crocodile iPad Case, $75 Chic Geeks Brown Snakeskin iPad Case, $75 Chic Geeks Emerald Faux Crocodile iPhone Case, $50 Chic Geeks Grey Marble MacBook Case, $80 Chic Geeks Black Faux Crocodile iPad Case, $75

Khristian A. Howell Cava Melon Sleek and Chic Phone Case, $39.99 Khristian A. Howell Cava Black Sleek and Chic Phone Case, $39.99

NSPRE ‘Inferno’ Bluetooth Sunglasses, $71.99 NSPRE Micro SD Card (128GB), $21.98 NSPRE ‘The Ombres’ Bluetooth Audio Sunglasses, $59.99 NSPRE ‘The Solars’ Bluetooth BlueTech Glasses, $59.99

For the Goth/Kawaii:

VickiBeWicked Vinyl Sticker Heart Drippy Mushroom, Laptop Decal, $4 VickiBeWicked Rainbow Unicorn, Black Girl Magic Laptop Sleeve, $30.99 VickiBeWicked AfroGirls Masked Up Laptop Sleeve, $30.99 VickiBeWicked Pastel Horn Face Resin Keychain, $12.99 VickiBeWicked Red and White Splatter Skull Dangle Earrings, $7.50

Kashmir Viii ‘The KeKe’ Print, $35-$60

Adorned by Chi ‘Goth Club Presidenct’ Unisex Raglan T-Shirt, $34.99 Adorned by Chi ‘Pro Black’ Unisex Raglan T-Shirt, $34.99 Adorned by Chi ‘Pretty Girls Like Anime’ T-Shirt, $32.99 Adorned by Chi ‘Awkward’ Iron-On Patch, $11.99 Adorned by Chi ‘I Need My Space’ Hard Enamel Pin, $12.99

The Colour Polka Dot iPhone XS ‘Creepy Cute’ Rainbow Phone Case, $40 The Colour Polka Dot ‘Creepy Cute’ Spoopy Ornaments, $12 The Colour Polka Dot ‘Kawaii Cute’ Face Mask Case, $16

Embrii Shop Blush Pink Laptop Sleeve, $36

Gothic Lamb Anti Social Goth Club Tee, $28 Gothic Lamb ‘FedUp’ Tee, $24 Gothic Lamb ‘Make America Goth Again’ Tee, $28 Gothic Lamb ‘Melanin Manson’ Tee, $24

For the Esoteric:

Behati Life Third Eye Vision And Prophetic Dreams Intention Oil, $22 Behati Life New Moon Bath Soak Herbal Mix, $22 Behati Life Lunar Goddess Moon Magick Intention Oil, $22

Lettie Gooch Ecuadorian Palo Santo Quartz Crystal Bundle, $18

Jungalow Chaya Wallpaper in Amethyst by Justina Blakeney, $5

The Silver Room White Sage Bundle, $6

Grandma Baby's Black Gold Lenormand Tarot Deck, $44

Pretty Spirits ‘The Truth’ Decks, $50

The Afro Tarot, $88

The Hoodoo Tarot: 78-Card Deck and Book for Rootworkers by Tayannah Lee McQuillar, $18.66

‘Rootwork: Using the Folk Magick of Black America for Love, Money and Success’ by Tayannah Lee McQuillar, $11.99

Rituals + Ceremony Palo Santo Pack, $7 Rituals + Ceremony Empowered Vibes Ceramic Incense Holder, $10 Rituals + Ceremony Adinkra Intention Candles, $23 Rituals + Ceremony Cleanse and Protect Ritual Kit, $34 Rituals + Ceremony Crystal Candles, $22 Rituals + Ceremony Crystal Bliss: Attract Love, Feed Your Spirit, Manifest Your Dreams Book, $14.99

Ebony and Green Raw Clear Quartz Earrings, $15

For Your Activist Bae:

Kashmir Viii ‘Kash’s Bacon Shack’ Clutch, $45 Kashmir Viii ‘Copy and Paste’ Tee, $45 Kasmir Viii ‘We Did It First’ Stickers, $5.25-$20 Kashmir Viii ‘Reclaim It’ Clock, $45 Kashmir Viii ‘The Black Family’ Tee, $45

Jeff Manning Art ‘MLK’ Art Print, $35 Jeff Manning Art ‘We Shall Prevail’ Art Print, $45

‘The Spook Who Sat By The Door’ by Sam Greenlee, $21.99 ‘The Black Panthers Speak,’ $20 The Black Power Mixtape: 1967-1975, $22.95 A Beautiful Ghetto by Devin Allen, $26.95 ‘Are Prisons Obsolete?’ by Angela Davis, $15.95

Angela Davis T-Shirt, $25

Legendary Rootz ‘Black Girls Are The Purest Form of Art’ Tee, $25

Alex Carter ‘BLACK BUSINESS OWNERSHIP’ Tee, $50

Rayo and Honey ‘Much To Be Done & Undone’ Pennant, $75 Rayo and Honey ‘Black Lives Matter’ Pennant, $75 Rayo and Honey ‘Joy Is An Act Of Resistance’ Tote Bag, $65

‘They Carried Us: The Social Impact of Philadelphia’s Black Women Leaders’ by Allener M. Baker-Rogers & Fasaha M. Traylor, $ 28.99

Midnight Reflections Black Radical Woman Tank, $25.00

The Colour Polka Dot ‘Fuck Racism’ Resin Heart Keychain, $8

Rituals + Ceremony Be The Change Scented Candle, $24

Grant Blvd ‘Disrupter’ Tee, $30 Grant Blvd ‘End Cash Bail’ Hoodie, $54

Cards, Notebooks and Wrapping Paper + Holiday Ornaments:

VickiBeWicked ‘Skull Santa’ and Candy Cane Greeting Cards, $2

Harlem Candle Company Set of 10 Vintage Nightclub Greeting Cards, $30

Kashmir Viii ‘Nina En Printemps’ (Nina Simone) Notebook, $14 Kashmir Viii ‘Boo Yow!’ Notebook, $14

Midnight Reflections Wrapping Paper 3-pack, $26.97

Midnight Reflections Claus Ceramic Ornaments, $15.99

Midnight Reflections Emoji Black Santa Christmas Stockings, $24.99

Bylianarae Note Cards, $15

KazvareMadeIt Rap Lines Inspirational Coloring Book, $18.20 KazvareMadeIt Lemonade Notebook, $18.20 KazvareMadeIt Fried Egg Wallpaper, $4.88 KazvareMadeIt Diamond Retro Wrapping Paper, $4.88

Khristian A. Howell ‘Speak To Me’ Wallpaper, $12 (sample pack) Khristian A. Howell ‘Palm Springs’ Gift Wrap, $8.99 Khristian A. Howell ‘Sonar’ Gift Wrap, $8.99 Khristian A. Howell ‘Twinkle’ Gift Wrap, $8.99 Khristian A. Howell ‘Ansley Park’ Gift Wrap, $8.99 Khristian A. Howell ‘Rosy’ Holiday Gift Wrap, $8.99 Khristian A. Howell ‘Long Weekend’ Gift Wrap, $8.99 Khristian A. Howell ‘Bonjour’ Card Set (10 pk), $18

GreenTop Gifts ‘Clarence Claus’ HOHOHO Gift Wrap, $7.50 GreenTop Gifts ‘Clarence Claus’ Do Not Open Gift Wrap, $7.50 GreenTop Gifts ‘Clarence Claus’ Candy Canes and Trees Gift Wrap, $7.50

Addie Rawr 2021 Planners (Preorder), $30 Addie Rawr The Great Gratitude Journal, $20 Addie Rawr The Great Gratitude Journal, $20

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redlipstickdujour · 1 year

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I gotta say it was a good day 🖤💙💛♥️

#e. jean carroll #bad bitch #fuck donald trump #fuck Donald trump infinity #red lipstick and plain white tee shirts #red lipstick dujour #me too

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seattlesea · 3 years

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Percy Jackson Characters + Styles of Dress

Percy- Alternative + Skater He looks like a skater boy and dresses like one, too. He wears a lot of Thrasher shirts, checkered Vans, chains, beanies, ripped jeans, long socks, light studs, baggy shirts, jeans that are usually black or dark blue, and jackets that are usually leather or denim. His main colors are black and blue accented with gray and white. He accessories perfectly and lightly and always has that one thing that tips his outfit off a bit but otherwise he dresses pretty well and only dresses for himself (and almost never combs his hair). He has a lot of pins and sewed stickers on his jackets and usually has his skateboard with a bunch of spray-painted designs on the back with him. He sometimes wears ripped tank tops and/or jeans and flannel shirts and his favorite article of clothing is a black beanie Grover bought him.

Annabeth- Nerdy Academia + Comfy Half the time she wears skinny jeans, cardigans, scarves, long-sleeved shirts, button-up shirts, baggy pants, and the occasional skirt and the other half of the time she wears oversized hoodies, sweatpants, sweaters, and baggy shirts. She owns a hundred different belts, mostly wears short boots, and likes to accessorize with small gold jewelry and always has some sort of brown purse with her to hold her books and blueprints. She usually looks like the human personification of the coffee shop aesthetic and her main colors are brown, white, and cream with dark yellow and black accents. Her favorite article of clothing is a dark orange dress shirt that goes with anything.

Jason- Prep + Plain He wears the epitome of the Dad™ outfits- polo shirts, jeans, t-shirts, belts, sneakers, khakis, knee-shorts, sandals, and striped or button-up shirts. He sometimes wears suspenders and looks super nerdy in them but otherwise has a very plain and simple style. He likes to look presentable but doesn’t care that much about fashion. He’ll wear the occasional denim jacket, hoodie, and combat boots and the only accessory he has ever worn was a watch until Reyna bought him a gold chain necklace he always wears but tucks into all his shirts. His main colors are white, purple, and blue with light gray accents. His favorite article of clothing is a white polo shirt from his favorite shop at New Rome.

Piper- Casual + Simple She wears basic, everyday clothes most people own like sweaters, denim and snowboarding jackets, sneakers, hiking boots, t-shirts, tank tops, shorts, and skinny jeans (ripped and not). She likes to keep it plain and simple- just like Jason- and rarely accessories, usually just going for whatever’s comfiest. She doesn’t really care about fashion but will occasionally wear a cardigan, small accessory like a bracelet or necklace, or hoodie that most likely belongs to Jason. Her main colors are green and blue with orange and white accents. Her favorite article of clothing is the white snowboarding jacket her mom returned to her after claiming her at Camp Half-Blood.

Frank- Cozy + Athletic He loves comfy, warm clothes. His wardrobe mostly consists of large hoodies, sweats, cuffed jeans, baggy t-shirts, zip-up sweaters, and sneakers but also often wears athletic clothes like Nike tank tops, workout shorts, gym shoes, and athletic tops. Other than that he wears the typical Camp Jupiter outfit and his main colors are blue, purple, and white with accents of red and brown. He also likes wearing clothes with Canadian-flag prints on them. His favorite article of clothing is a large, dark gray Adidas hoodie that mysteriously goes missing every few days (ahemHazelahem).

Hazel- Old-Fashioned + Cottagecore Her style is the cutest. Sometimes she wears vintage clothing from the early 1900′s as that’s what she’s most used to, so she sometimes wears cute vintage dresses, gloves, and pearl jewelry, but she mostly wears flowy dresses, riding boots, skirts, comfy shirts, jeans, baggy sweaters, and overalls and overall shorts and usually accessories with her own jewelry, cute pins, and flowers, especially flower crowns (courtesy of her step-mother Proserpina). She loves floral-print, often steals hoodies and t-shirts five times too big for her from Frank, likes wearing sparkly makeup (usually in gold), and her main colors are white, cream, and light brown with pink and light green accents. Her favorite article of clothing is a pearl necklace similar to one her mother used to wear.

Leo- Work + Eccentric He has two very different styles. He usually wears clothes that are best suited for his work like plain tops, cargo pants to carry all his tools, army jackets, tool belts, khakis, jeans, and Timberland boots, but whenever he’s out in the mortal world or not working, his style completely changes. He wears bright, flashy colors that don’t go together, random prints (especially floral and cheetah-print), and accessories with different jewelry, mostly bracelets. He owns a lot of silly and graphic tees and has a bunch of fandom merch. His colors for his work clothes are brown, white, and green and his colors for his everyday clothes are every color imaginable. His favorite article of clothing is a yellow t-shirt with a Pikachu face on it, which he bought cause he always used to watch Pokémon with his mom.

Reyna- Androgynous/Butch/Tomboyish + Low-Key Punk Her style screams badass. She wears a bunch of unisex and tomboy clothes like button-up jean shirts, baggy and button-up shirts in general, flannel shirts, jeans, sneakers, beanies, hoodies, and sometimes polo shirts and suspenders but also wears punk-ish clothes like denim or leather jackets, studs, fingerless leather gloves, ripped jeans, combat boots, and punk accessories (courtesy of Thalia), and she looks awesome in a suit. Sometimes she wears binds and mostly accessories with pins and earrings but is comfortable with any style of clothing and it honestly ranges day-to-day, and sometimes when she’s feeling nostalgic she’ll do her hair and makeup really well like she used to at Circe’s Island. She cares about her appearance and every outfit is always on-point and perfect, even if she didn’t try that hard and some colors don’t match with the others. Her main colors are purple, brown, and gold with white, red, and black accents. Her favorite article of clothing is a button-up jean shirt she bought while out with Nico.

Nico- Emo/Grunge + Girly His style is unique, but not as eccentric as Leo’s. A lot of the time he wears the basic black skull t-shirt, black leather or aviator jacket, black jeans, chains, combat boots, and light accessories with a few studs, but he mixes it up quite often. He also frequently wears grunge-like clothes like faded clothes, floral-print, plaid shirts, baggy sweaters, cardigans, beanies, distressed jeans, denim jackets, and parkas, but- with the help from his Big Sister™ Reyna and feminine queen Drew Tanaka- he experiments with transvestism and loves wearing crop-tops, skirts, flowy dresses, cute tops, and light makeup, usually eyeliner and blush. His colors range from main black with gray and white accents to main brown, blue, and black with green and silver accents to main pink and black with white and light brown accents. He also loves stealing clothes from Reyna cause they’re so big and comfy. He has two favorite articles of clothing- the silver skull ring from Bianca and a black denim jacket with a white skull stitch on the right lapel from Reyna.

Thalia- Punk + Goth She wears mostly punk clothes- ripped-up jackets, studs, chains, band pins, ripped jeans, leather jackets, chain jewelry, and graphic or band tees- but sometimes will go full goth when she feels like it and will wear all-black outfits, black combat boots with a bunch of belts on them, heavy jewelry, studs, and baggy or lacy clothes. She’ll usually just wear black eyeliner but will go all-out with awesome black eyeshadow, black lipstick, and small black designs near her eyelids (courtesy of makeup-professional Reyna). She also wears gold and silver accessories and owns a bunch of lightning-bolt clothes (courtesy of her frenemy Percy). She only wears Hunter of Artemis-style clothes like silvery parkas, gray camo pants, and gray hunting boots when out hunting with the other Hunters but always wears her silver lieutenant circlet. Her main colors are black with white, dark blue, silver, and sometimes gold accents. Her favorite article of clothing is the black leather jacket Luke gave to her before she got turned into a tree.

Rachel- Artsy + Cute She wears clothes that are the epitome of the Artsy Friend™. She usually wears oversized and baggy shirts, jeans with poked holes in them, casual shoes (mostly colorful Converse), overalls and overall shorts, bright-colored and/or striped tees and sweaters, mom jeans, beanies, and jumpers. She carries a palette and a few paintbrushes around with her everywhere in a kanken and always has doodles and paint splatters on her clothes, hands, and arms and sometimes chalk beneath her usually-painted fingernails. Sometimes she practices her art in makeup-form and does amazing detailed eyeshadow or scarily realistic drawings on her arms and legs. She also loves wearing bandanas, sandals, hair pins, scrunchies, and gold accessories. She wears pretty much every color but mostly red, orange, and yellow with green, blue, and purple accents and likes wearing rainbow clothes as well. Her favorite article of clothing is a bright yellow jumper Percy bought her for her birthday.

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𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 • chapter 16 (Calum Hood AU)

MY LIFE WAS a never-ending paradise. For the first time in months, I woke up with a smile on my face that lasted until I fell asleep again that night. Never had I experienced such tranquility, such persistent joy as I felt now. It was nearly impossible to worry about anything, feel sad about anything. Not when he was next to me, near me, with me. Calum and I spent nearly every night together, our hands perpetually entangled, our bodies constantly connected. We woke up together, went to bed together, spent the day dreaming about one another. Being away from him, even for something I enjoyed like work or shopping with Hannah, became a nuisance. I spent all my time thinking about him and the next time we could be together.

But the thing is, we weren’t together. There was no label slapped onto whatever relationship we’d formed. I didn’t consider him my boyfriend, and I certainly wasn’t his girlfriend. We spent the nights together, and then when daylight came we were elusive lovers, dancing around each other so as not to alert the others. Hannah I had told, of course. She knew every detail of my affair with Calum, and squealed over how “romantic” it was. I firmly told her there was nothing romantic or emotional about it; we were merely two adults sleeping together and having fun.

As for the guys, I’m sure they’d caught on to something. Seeing me emerge from Calum’s room or him from mine was definitely a dead giveaway. But when we were downstairs, Calum and I rarely interacted beyond hastened smiles and loaded glances. Occasionally his hand would grace mine in the kitchen, reminding me of where his fingers had been the night before. Just a single look from him sparked butterflies like I’d never known before, and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning.

When we were really at our best was when we slept together. The chemistry our bodies shared was unparalleled, and I’d never experienced such passion with anyone before. Calum knew my body like he’d spent his whole life mapping it out, knowing all my favorite places and secret spots. I knew every curve of his back, every stretch of skin and cluster of moles. We explored each other until nothing was foreign territory, every part of ourselves bared for the other to glimpse. But we didn’t grow tired of each other; every night was a new discovery, the excitement never waning. If I could, I’d spend the rest of my life in bed next to him, our bodies naked and pressing together.

Neither of us let emotions complicate things. Despite my bold display of breaking up with Nick for him, I knew that was no indication of a deeper relationship with Calum. We were barely even friends, as we didn’t hang out together outside of the bedroom. And as for exclusivity, there wasn’t really any. If a guy flirted with me at work, I flirted back. I’m sure Calum did the same when he disappeared during the day. For me, I knew I’d never consider sleeping with anyone else, but just the idea of having the option was comforting; exclusivity was suffocating, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin the carefree fun Calum and I were having.

His normally brooding, mean personality actually turned out to be different than I thought. Calum’s sense of humor was dark, not mean. He wasn’t brooding, just thinking hard. Now I enjoyed his snarky remarks, the way he’d tease me with a smirk. Things that used to infuriate me now fired me up, and I giggled at his scowls. I hoped he felt the same about me, that I wasn’t annoying or stubborn but dedicated and organized. Seeing a new perspective of him was refreshing, and I looked at him with hungry new eyes. I couldn’t keep a smile off my face when I was with him, and I saw his usual smirk twist into a crooked grin.

One morning, I stood up out of bed a little earlier than normal. After a long night in my room leaving us both blissfully exhausted, I wanted nothing more than to sleep all day, but I had something important to do. I’d been in touch with an advisor at the local community college, and today we’d be meeting to discuss my possible enrollment. I felt secure enough at the cafe to start planning to go back to school, and I was both nervous and thrilled about the upcoming discussion. I hoped it would be seamless, an easy process that wouldn’t strain my nerves or my wallet. Things were going so good lately, I would hate for something to ruin it.

Calum groaned from the bed, and naturally my lips spread into a smile. I was fishing through my closet, wearing only panties and his tee shirt that I’d hastily put on to cover up. It smelled like him, and I almost wished I could wear it to the meeting for good luck and comfort.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, voice gruff from sleep. I glanced back and saw his ruffled hair and tired eyes. He looked about ready to fall back to sleep, but when he looked over at me his eyebrows raised approvingly. Clearly me in his shirt had pleasantly surprised him.

“I have an interview,” I explained, turning back to find the right clothes. I wanted to look professional and mature, but not too stuffy. After all, this was a community college, and my transcript spoke for itself. I opted for a white skirt and matching blazer, then pulled a black turtleneck to wear underneath. This was probably my nicest outfit, and I chewed my lip contemplating which heels to wear.

“Where at?” Calum yawned and stretched his long arms, chest bare as the blankets fell around his waist. I began to undress, pulling his shirt over my head so I could put on a bra.

“The community college,” I answered, but he seemed too distracted by my body to care. I rolled my eyes as I hooked the bra clasp, shimmying into the skirt and fighting with the zipper. Calum whistled as I stood only in the skirt and my bra, leaning on his forearm with a smirk.

“You expect me to let you leave looking like that?” His suggestive tone made me flush, and I pulled the turtleneck over my head with a shy smile.

“I’m actually really nervous,” I admitted, fiddling with my hair and wondering how much makeup I’d need to cover the dark circles under my eyes. Calum leaned back onto the disarrayed pillows that we’d strewn about during last night’s antics.

“You have no reason to worry, you’re like the smartest, most collegey person I’ve ever met.” Although his eyes were closed and his tone was breezy, I took his words to heart. It touched me that he saw me so highly, and for a second I wondered if this is what it felt like to have him as my boyfriend. Someone supportive who helped me achieve my dreams, someone to come home to after a long day to unwind and just be with.

Shaking my head, I forced these thoughts out of my head. Calum was not my boyfriend, and I didn’t want him to be. He was just saying what I wanted to hear, and his voice was breezy because he didn’t really care. Swiping on some mascara and enough concealer to brighten my complexion, I exhaled deeply. You’ve got this.

Not wanting to seem clingy or overly invested, I simply stepped into my black heels and grabbed my bag, giving Calum a distracted goodbye before leaving him behind. As I descended the stairs I missed him already, yearning for his touch and his gaze.

Hannah caught me before I left, piece of toast in her hand as she hugged me, careful not to get crumbs on my crisp blazer.

“You’re gonna kill it, Scar,” she declared. “Seriously, this college is gonna be begging just to have you enroll.”

I nodded, letting her words give me some encouragement. “I hope so. I hope I’m not a desperate, fumbling mess.”

She straightened my blazer and flattened my hair with a smile. “You don’t look like a mess from the outside.” I gave her a grateful hug before hurrying out the door, making sure to get to the bus stop on time. I’d contemplated asking Calum to drive me, since it was easier, but that approached boyfriend territory. So instead, I took a seat on the crowded public bus and braced myself for the upcoming meeting.

The campus was smaller than my other school, but that was to be expected. The groundskeepers clearly did their best trying to spruce up the boring landscape with sculpted bushes and brick paths. The buildings were plain but architectural, with lots of windows and glass roofs. For such a small, cramped college it could have been a lot worse. I felt slightly embarrassed to be downgrading so much from the fancy university I’d previously attended, but then I reminded myself that a degree was a degree.

I found the building I was meant to be in and located the advisor’s office rather quickly. A plump, kind-faced secretary told me Ms. Price would be with me in a few minutes, and I took a seat by a big window. Some students were milling about below, and I imagined myself here. Just the prospect of getting back to school was exciting, no matter where I went.

Five minutes passed by in a flash, and then I was seated in front of Ms. Price herself, crossing my legs to fight off my nerves. She was a middle-aged woman with short, wispy red hair and leathery skin. I watched as her eyes scanned my records, glancing over the notes about my parents’ death and my subsequent bankruptcy, but all this information did was make her brows lift slightly.

Her unreadable expression deterred me, and for a second I panicked that she was going to reject me. But then she snapped the file closed and laced her fingers together, thin lipstick-rimmed lips tilting into a polite smile.

“Well Miss Mercer, your transcript speaks for itself.” I smiled slightly as she confirmed my earlier estimate. “Your grades are immaculate, and I’m surprised you’re such a put-together young woman after everything you’ve been through.”

I smiled graciously. “School was my motivation through it all, really. I just want to get my life back on track, and that means finishing my degree.”

Ms. Price nodded. “A wise decision. An education will do you well later in life. I assume you have a career path laid out for yourself?”

“Yes, I’d like to become a social worker. My degree is in psychology, but I have a focus in counseling.” Bringing up my future goals reminded me how desperately I wanted to achieve them. Even though my fling with Calum was fun, I also wanted my professional life to start as soon as possible so I could settle down.

Sifting through a few papers and peering over her glasses, Ms. Price was quiet for a moment. I took her long pauses to just be results of her no-nonsense, blatant disposition. She wasn’t going to shower me in praise, which was fine. All I needed was confirmation of my enrollment.

Finally, she said, “You have your finances in order? Community college is less expensive, but still an expense all the same.”

I nodded. “Yes, I have a steady job that should help me pay for it.” I could even afford to move out with Hannah, if I wanted to, but that was still a huge proposition that I was not all that inclined to take.

Ms. Price gave a final nod of her head, and set down the papers in her hand. “Well then, Miss Mercer, I don’t see why we can’t admit you for the next semester.”

Pure jubilation flooded through me, and I tried to keep my wild grin contained and professional. Reaching out to shake her hand, I thanked Ms. Price profusely. “This means the world to me, ma’am, truly. I won’t let you or the college down.”

My exuberance must have cracked her resolve a little, because she gave me an amused expression. “I’m quite sure of it, dear.”

It was all I could do not to skip out of the office. I felt on top of the world, and I whipped my phone out to spread the good news. For a second my finger hovered over Calum’s number, and I wished I could call him up to gush about my success. But then I kept scrolling and called Hannah instead. She picked up instantly and I practically screamed the news at her, causing her to scream herself. I wandered through campus with a stupid smile on my face, rushing my words as I tried to articulate my excitement.

“We have to celebrate tonight,” I insisted. “After my shift, we should do something.”

“Totally,” Hannah confirmed. “I’ll rally the troops.”

I hung up and sighed, thinking about how I would celebrate with Calum specifically. I let the stupid grin shine on my face as I stared up at the bright sky. Things were better than good right now; they were damn near perfect.

- - - - -

Roger gave me the biggest hug I’d ever received when I told him about getting into community college, and even Mack emerged from the back room to congratulate me. He jokingly warned me not to prioritize school work over my work here, and I vowed nothing would ever be more important than making coffee. I also filled Roger in on my recent activities with Calum, and he swooned with each story. Roger insisted we were made for each other and needed to just get married already, and I always waved him off. That comment was too close to Hannah’s soulmate explanation, and I refused to get my hopes up.

The shift ended quickly, thankfully. I was so excited about the night out that time seemed to fly by unusually fast. I sprinted home and burst through the door, finding Hannah in the kitchen and giving her a tight hug.

She pulled back and pretended to get choked up. “I’m just so proud,” she said emotionally, wiping an invisible tear from her eye. “My little girl off to college--again.” We laughed, and I tentatively smiled at Luke over her shoulder. He shot me a thumbs up, and my anxiety lessened. I think I was finally back to normal with Luke and Michael after a rocky few weeks, and I was grateful. I loved them as friends, and wanted to celebrate as a group.

I was surprised to see Ashton in the living room, and even he managed to offer up a sincere congratulations. I sent Hannah a glance, full of wordless questions that she pursed her lips at. One tilt of her head towards the basement told me she’d fill me in later.

“So, are you joining us tonight?” I asked Ashton after the excitement over my news died down. “You’re more than welcome to come, I want everyone to have a good time.”

Ashton nodded, not looking at Hannah. “Yeah, should be fun.”

I followed Hannah downstairs to start getting ready, throwing off my blazer before crossing my arms with an expectant look. “Well? When the hell were you gonna tell me about Ashton?”

Hannah fell onto the pullout bed from the couch, shrugging with a small smile. “There’s nothing to tell, really. We...talked, recently. Decided to be civil.” She shrugged again. “I don’t know if it’ll ever be the same, but at least now we can be in the same room again.”

I knew she was secretly overjoyed at being on speaking terms with Ashton again, but it was smart not to get her hopes up. We had both worked on this, now careful and cautious instead of overly optimistic. We got ready to go out together, curling each other’s hair and critiquing outfits. The dress I wanted to wear was up in my room, so I padded upstairs with my hair and makeup done.

Emerging into my room, I saw the bed had been sloppily made and the pillows rearranged. I smiled; it was a thoughtful gesture from Calum. I slid the white skirt down my legs, tossing off the turtleneck and breathing in relief as the restricting fabric was finally off. I found the dress I’d been searching for, pulling it out triumphantly. It was made of a royal blue crushed velvet material that hugged my body perfectly. I’d bought it recently with Hannah, and was excited to show it off tonight. I hoped one person in particular noticed it, or more importantly how good I looked in it.

As I fumbled with the zipper, there was a knock at my door. Calum peered in, and I smiled. “Perfect, get over here. I need your help.”

He shut the door behind him, taking in my appearance as he approached. I turned around so he could reach the zipper, inhaling sharply as I felt his fingers at the base of my back. He stood very close to me, breath washing over my neck as he gently pulled the zipper up. His knuckles grazed my exposed skin as the dress began to cover it, and when he finished he ghosted his fingers across my shoulder and down my arm.

“I heard the news,” he murmured into my ear. “Congratulations.” I turned to face him, resting a hand on his chest. His brown eyes sparked slightly, and his full lips were upturned in a small smirk. I leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, and I felt him smile into my mouth. Just like always, heat spread out from our point of contact, and I felt my fingers tangle into his curls. His large hands cupped around my waist, pulling me close until I broke the kiss off.

“This is new,” I commented, running my fingers over the army green fabric of his bomber jacket. The color complimented him well and I admired the way it fit his broad shoulders.

He rolled his eyes at my obvious ogling. “I do go shopping, you know.”

I laughed. “Really? Most of your tee shirts have holes in them.”

Calum’s smirk transformed into a smile, making the butterflies flutter in my stomach. “You don’t seem to mind the holes when you’re wearing them,” he said darkly, and I felt a familiar heat building in my stomach. I gave him another kiss, dragging this one out slightly longer.

“Maybe I could wear one later tonight,” I suggested, hinting at another round of late-night antics. Calum snorted, squeezing my bum lightly.

“You can’t tease me like this when we’re at the club, you know,” he informed me, and I sighed.

“Fine. I guess I’ll save all the teasing for after, then.” At my seductive wink, he groaned, and I ducked away from his attempt at a kiss, giggling at his frown. We joined the others downstairs, and I saw Hannah and Ashton awkwardly standing next to each other. Hannah’s shoulders were stiff due to their proximity, but even with her tight posture she still looked good in her blush pink dress. Ashton was clearly trying not to look at his ex in such a short dress, and cleared his throat when Calum and I entered.

“Can we go, already? I’ll drive Luke and Scarlett, you take Michael and Hannah.” Ashton signaled to Calum, who nodded curtly. Already our bodies naturally drifted away from one another like they always did in public. I didn’t mind riding separately since we weren’t supposed to be dating and the guys thought we didn’t care. I watched Calum head for his mustang and already missed his warmth, but pushed away this feeling as I climbed into Ashton’s car.

I chatted with Luke about our shifts at work, me relaying a story about a crabby customer and him complaining about his boss. Ashton chimed in every now and then, which I appreciated. I really did like Ashton, despite being on Hannah’s side in their civil war. I just hoped he would forgive her soon, because I knew how much she was still hurting.

We tried out a new club tonight, this one bigger and grander than the ones we’d previously been to. It was mobbed, and I had to hold Hannah’s hand to keep from losing track of her. I wanted Calum to grab my hand too, but didn’t let the disappointment get to me that much when he didn’t.

Michael ordered a round of shots and dedicated a toast in my honor. We all knocked back a shot and I felt the fiery liquid blaze down my throat. I managed not to cough, and instead grabbed another. Calum was to my left, and he watched me take a second shot with sparkling eyes.

“Easy, killer. I don’t want to have to carry you home.” He was joking, but his hooded eyes gave me a different impression. I could tell he was savoring my appearance under the roving lights, watching me down shots and smile carelessly. I licked my lips, tasting a hint of alcohol, and gave him a coy wink.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” I purred, causing his jaw to clench. “But for now, I’m gonna go dance.” I knew Calum wasn’t a fan of dancing, but I knew watching me from a distance would kill him. I grabbed Hannah’s hand and wove through the crowd until we found a good spot on the dance floor. Hannah threw her arms around my neck with a grin, and we danced to the loud remix playing over the thundering speakers. Our hips swayed and our feet jumped, throwing our hair back as we let ourselves succumb to the night.

I felt multiple pairs of eyes on us, and glanced around to check who was looking. To my surprise, Ashton had his eyes glued on Hannah, and I whispered this in her ear. Immediately, a stupid grin spread onto her face as she let out a laugh.

Calum was also watching me, but his eyes were much darker than Ashton’s. His fingers were tight around a scotch glass, and his tense posture told me everything I needed to know. He wanted me, and the distance between us was driving him crazy.

With an evil grin, I told Hannah I’d be right back and began to move toward the bathroom. Without even looking I knew Calum was following me, and my grin only widened when we both entered the small bathroom alone. The click of the door locking made the hair on my neck stand up, and I sat back against the sink. Calum stayed by the door, brows low over his eyes as he smirked at me under the dim lighting.

I shook my head, making a tsk tsk sound. “For someone who’s trying to keep our fling under wraps, you sure can’t keep your eyes off of me.” I knew mocking him was dangerous, but I loved making him squirm.

Calum pushed off the door and came closer to me, hands sliding up my sides as he sighed. “What can I say? Seeing you like this does things to me.”

He leaned in to kiss my neck, and I let my eyes close as I exhaled in bliss. He sucked at a point below my ear, causing my hands to grip at his biceps. I angled my lips toward his ear, whispering, “And what things would that be, exactly?”

I heard a small groan rumble in his throat, and he pulled back to meet my devilish eyes. His fingers closed around my wrist, pulling my hand down his front all the way to his pants. I felt the mound growing there, grinning as he sucked in a breath when I pressed against it gently.

“Ah,” I responded. “That thing.” I lifted off of the sink and used one hand to push Calum back until he was against the far wall. His breathing was hard, brow furrowed in slight confusion as he anticipated what I would do. Grinning, I took his ear lobe gently between my teeth and tugged, eliciting another groan.

My hands, now experts at working his belts, toyed with the buckle until it released. I then undid the button of his jeans, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his jaw as I did this. I placed a chaste kiss on his lips before looking through my lashes into his eyes, dropping to my knees and causing his eyes to spark with lust.

Delicately, I pushed his jeans aside and revealed his straining boxers, smiling slightly as I kissed down his stomach and gradually bringing my lips lower. I pulled the elastic band down, revealing a soft trail of hair before running my hand along the smooth skin, springing his erection free. I admired his long, stiff length, touching my fingers ever so slightly to the warm skin. Gently grabbing hold of it and bringing it towards my lips, I let a warm breath wash over the throbbing tip.

Calum groaned at the sensation, and when I glanced up I saw his eyes were shut with pleasure. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, feeling it twitch with excitement. Leaning down, I slid my tongue up the side of his shaft, earning a muted growl of satisfaction. Reaching the tip, I closed my lips around the head of his cock, beginning to swirl my tongue around the warm skin.

“Shit,” Calum breathed when he felt my mouth on him. His hands wrapped into my hair as I sank my mouth lower onto him, taking as much of him as I could. He hit the back of my throat, and his hiss echoed in my ears as I used my hands to work the part I couldn’t reach.

I dragged his cock in and out of my mouth, tongue massaging as I went. My lips formed a tight O around him as I moved my lips, bobbing my head rhythmically. Carefully I used my tongue to lick at his slit, and his hips bucked forcefully. Grinning, I pulled him out of my mouth and used my hand for a second, licking around his tip teasingly.

“Holy--” Calum started, gripping my hair tighter. His cock was rigid and trembling now, telling me he was close to finishing. I licked the flat of my tongue back up his length, then took all of him in my mouth once again. I moved faster this time, focusing on getting as much of him as I could. Swear words echoed in my ears as he unwound above me, fist banging against the wall to keep from moaning too loudly.

I pushed him against my throat particularly hard, and when I heard his strangled cry I knew he had been pushed over the edge. His cock twitched in my mouth, shooting out a sticky liquid that I promptly swallowed. I slowly took him out of my mouth, kissing his swollen tip before rising off of my knees.

Without hesitating, Calum smashed his lips to mine, not caring where I’d just been. He kissed me with a fervor, and I felt waves of gratitude rolling off of him. I grinned into the kiss, happy to have pleased him so much. When he pulled away to redo his belt, I sucked at his neck and kept my hand on the side of his face.

He caught my eye and smirked at my triumphant expression. “You’re evil,” he growled, squeezing my hips and earning a chuckle from me. I pushed at a bit of hair that covered his forehead, marveling in his spectacular brown eyes.

“Only for you, baby,” I drawled. The smirk on my face faded as I saw something flash across his face. It was there for only a brief instant, but I saw the change nonetheless. His lust-filled eyes had warmed for a second, his expression more than just pleased that I’d gone down on him. The way he held me in his arms communicated more than he would ever say, and when his lips parted my heart stopped.

“We should go.”

Those were not the three words I was expecting. Anger at myself and humiliation at getting so excited over nothing pricked at my mind, and I couldn’t help but frown. What was I thinking? What about this situation was romantic? It was dirty, and hot, and definitely more than a little bit fun. But that’s all it was; I shouldn’t have been so stupid to look deeper into it.

He kissed me one last time before taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom, and when he faced away I dropped my fake smile and took a shaky breath.

Calum and I separated for the rest of the night, like we normally did. We both tried to appear nonchalant, coming up with different excuses for where had just been. I danced with Hannah more, giggling when Luke and Ashton joined us. I danced with Luke while I spied on Ashton and Hannah, who were closer to each other than they’d been in weeks. Ashton’s hands were awkward on her hips, careful not to roam, and she looked stiff beside him. But I also detected a bit of optimism in her eyes when she gazed up at him, and I prayed he didn’t break her heart again.

When it was time to leave, I rode home with Calum this time. Hannah had asked me to switch in a hushed voice, and reading her wide eyes I knew she’d had a decent night. I was glad to switch, since it meant more time with Calum. I refused to let my slip up in the bathroom shake me, and instead met Calum’s eyes in his rear view mirror as Michael drunkenly explained something I couldn’t quite make out. Calum’s eyes were light and joking, and he pretended to nod along with Michael’s story. I leaned against the window and stared out at the dark night sky, pleasantly buzzed and positively exhausted.

It was no surprise when Calum and I went into the same room. Tonight it was his, since we’d stayed in mine the night before. We didn’t have a set routine, but we were so in sync we did the same thing anyway. He helped me unzip my dress, once again igniting sparks where his fingers touched. Neither of us had enough energy to do anything but sleep, and my eyes were already heavy.

As Calum pulled on sweatpants, his top half bare like usual, he tossed me one of his shirts. I caught it with deft hands and smiled, gladly diving into the dark fabric and inhaling the scent of him. His open arms invited me into bed as I crawled across the mattress, sighing into his skin and resting my head on his chest.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said after a few minutes of quiet. It was dark, and I could barely make out the tattoos on his skin. I smiled drowsily.

“Anytime.”

I could sense he wasn’t ready to go to bed yet, and shifted so I was looking at him. Even in the dim lighting I knew exactly what his face looked like, the angle of his jaw and the curve of his mouth. I reached a finger out to trace his lips, enjoying his soft breath on my hand.

“What are you going to do in the future? You know, after college?” I was surprised at his question, and my finger stalled in its movement. I felt his lips purse into the pad of my index finger, the gesture causing an odd squeeze of my heart.

I rolled over to lay next to him, hand spread out across his abdomen. “I would have said find a job, buy a house, settle down.” I fidgeted with the ends of my hair, staring up at the black ceiling.

“‘Would have’?” Calum repeated, and I could hear the frown in his voice. “You don’t want to do that now?”

I shrugged, my shoulder brushing his. “I don’t know. I used to have all these plans, I swear I knew exactly what I was gonna do down to the week.” I paused, remembering the old me who used to love writing in her planner. “And then my parents died and I left school. It seemed like life was telling me to stop making plans and just...live, you know?”

I wished I could see his face, gauge his reaction. All I heard was a small sigh. “I hate planning,” he replied. “It just opens up more opportunities to be disappointed.”

Surprisingly, this made a lot of sense to me. The dejection I felt whenever a plan fell through was tiring, and lately it seemed that was all that was happening. Without any expectations, I couldn’t be hurt when they didn’t work out. I realized Calum’s carefree attitude inspired this change in me; he opened my eyes to a different lifestyle, one I found myself enjoying. It was nice not knowing what we were, not having to conform to any boundaries or boxes. We could just be, whatever and whenever we wanted.

Laying beside him, our hearts beating in tune and our bodies in perfect harmony, I curled into his side and he draped an arm around me. I buried myself as deep into him as I could, closing my eyes as another realization hit me: maybe Calum wasn’t the one in love. Maybe it was me.

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yasmine-arslan · 3 years

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( melisa pamuk, female, she/her. ) — see yasmine arslan (murray) ? that’s the broken bird of fairview . the twenty-nine year old has been a resident on wisteria lane for four years and currently works as a registered nurse (rn). yasmine confided in rose with the death of her son and grew close enough to her to help her cope with the his loss. since the news broke, any progress they’d made toward yasmine becoming a person again has sent her into regression. her returning-optimism has seemingly been replaced by a dark, cynical sense of humor cracking under the surface. maybe it’s the fact that a dark cloud in the form of one or two secrets is hanging over their head. they are described as smelling of ysl’s black opium, having a bronze-glow with enticing eyes and dark, long tresses with full lips and being able to save a life just as quickly as they can take one. // (jessy, she/her, twenty-four, cst). + disciplined, resourceful - cunning, perfervid

tw: child death, miscarriage, depression.

short version:

yasmine arslan comes from a wealthy family, primarily involving the shale or oil companies they own. she didn’t want to follow in her four older siblings’ footsteps (with yasmine being the youngest) and continue delving into the family business. she joined the military at a young age and became a medic for the u.s. marines with her family’s full-support.. it was meeting adrian that encouraged her to wrap up her contract and become honorably discharged from the marines seeing as fraternizing was forbidden. however, her devotion to helping people didn’t cease and she accepted an offer as an rn in the hometown they decided to settle into.

it came to little surprise to either of them, even after a miscarrige, when yasmine became pregnant with their little boy, josiah. those around her were shocked to see her excel at being a mother seeing as she seemingly didn’t possess a single maternal bone in her body, but motherhood changed her. she adored her son and josiah was absolutely adored to bits by both of his parents.

adrian had been in the military a lot longer than yasmine and had a lot more blood on his hands than she did. he had a harder time adjusting to the civilian lifestyle than she had and ultimately decided to cope by becoming a mercenary. he was a loving husband and father by day, but a killer, gun-for-hire by night. all of the killing began to take a toll when he sloppily allowed one of his marks to get away. he didn’t think it would come back to haunt him until it did. their four-year old son was killed in cold-blood in their arms, forever changing their lives and their marriage.

yasmine was never a warm person, by any means, but she lived for her son and her family. his death forced herself into a recluse unable to do much other than autonomously meander throughout life.

instead of separating, the family moved to wisteria lane to try and start over and discuss the idea of trying for another child. despite her cold demeanor, nursing is her passion. she seldom shows her emotions and really only allows adrian in long enough to get a glimpse of a person beyond her beautiful, bronzed, cold demeanor. she doesn’t know her husband is responsible for the death of their son because heaven forbid. when she isn’t in her nurses scrubs or work uniforms, she’s seen in designer attire. very little people know of josiah’s existence because no one is allowed in their home. those who are hardly make it far enough to see his room or any lingering pictures of him.

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TW: Miscarriage, PTSD, Drug and Alcohol Usage, Child Death, Divorce, Infertility, Depression

Basics:

☾ ━ Portrayal By: Melisa Pamuk ☾ ━ Full Name: Yasmine Arslan-Murray ☾ ━ Nicknames: Yas, Yaz, Yazzy, Mina, Arslan. ☾ ━ Age & Birth Date: 34 / 17 April 1993. ☾ ━ Sex & Pronouns: Female / She & Her. ☾ ━ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. ☾ ━ Marital Status: Married (Complicated). ☾ ━ Current Location: Fairview, Illinois. ☾ ━ Place of Birth: Ankara, Turkey. (Central Anatolia Region). ☾ ━ Hometown: Corpus Christi, TX, USA. ☾ ━ Ethnicity: Turkish & Italian. ☾ ━ Race & Nationality: Middle Eastern & Caucasian / Turkish (birth) & American (naturalization). ☾ ━ Languages Spoken: Turkish, English, Italian, and Spanish. ☾ ━ Religion: Non-practicing Muslim. ☾ ━ Occupation: Assistant (previously) / Registered Nurse (currently) / Medical Assistant (formerly). ☾ ━ Education: High School Diploma / Texas A&M University in Corpus Christi. ☾ ━ Affiliation: Unapplicable.

Relationships:

☾ ━ Parents: Nina & Yousef Arslan. ☾ ━ Siblings: Yousef Arslan (brother; 39), Zayn Arslan (brother; 40), Maha Arslan (sister; 19). ☾ ━ Significant Other: Adrian Murray (husband; on-again, off again). Yasmine met Adrian in Corpus Christi while she was still in nursing school. (Insert their complicated history/timeline here). Eventually the duo became married, and had a son together. Later, after their son’s death, she attempted to separate herself from him after being unable to look past blaming him for Josiah’s death, but can’t seem to be without him. ☾ ━ Children: Josiah Zayn Russel-Arslan. Adrian (an ex-military, gun-for-hire mercenary) and Yasmine lost their son brutally for reasons unbeknownst to her, though Adrian knows who is responsible and why. They’d meant to shoot her or Adrian, but their son got caught in the cross fires. He died shortly before his fifth birthday. ☾ ━ Pets: 3 Coy fish, 2 dogs (Lilly; pitbull) & (Saguaro; german shepherd), 1 snake (Rose; mud snake). ☾ ━ Familial Ties: ☾ ━ Others Worth Mentioning: ☾ ━ Height: 5”4’. ☾ ━ Weight: 119lbs. ☾ ━ Eye Color & Shape: Deep brown & almond shape. ☾ ━ Hair Color & Style: Dark brown; naturally wavy with thick curls. Usually worn either curly, straight, up or tied back with two braids and loose tresses. ☾ ━ Complexion: Golden-bronze. ☾ ━ Distinguished Features: Two small beauty marks on the right side of her chin and cheek, prominent jawline, big, sultry eyes, a subtle accent. ☾ ━ Style: When she wasn’t wearing her military or nursing attire, Yasmine is found wearing any series of designer jeans or other bottoms including skirts and pants. Silky camisoles, satin blouses, plain tees, oversized sweaters, and over-the-shoulder shirts dominate her closet. She also wears dresses, sundresses or bodycons and anything in between, and even dual-utilizes her blazers as dresses. Yasmine can also be found wearing her ex-husband’s tees and jackets when she isn’t wearing her own cardigans, denim or leather outwear, or workout gear. Bralettes are always fashionably seen poking out of her shirts. She mostly wears neutral or minimalistic hues such as black, white, nude, baby pink or blue, gray, and any variations of these shades. Her obscene shoes are a vast collection of chunky booties, long boots, heels, wedges, and flats, mostly black with the occasional color. She can always be found wearing a designer bag and accessories. Her ears only wear one singular set of diamond earrings, while she wears a small cross around her neck that she interchanges with a lock that consists of a photo of her son, Josiah. She still wears her wedding bands and no other rings. ☾ ━ Physical Description: Barely standing at five and a half feet and a little over a hundred pounds, Yasmine can be described as petite. She is often underestimated as she can put anyone on their ass before they can anticipate it. Her go-to makeup look consists of a natural look unless she’s purposely going for a subtle glam look. Either way, her lipstick choices are subtle nudes, pinks, browns, and the occasional red. Mostly, she sticks to matte lips or clear glosses. Her lashes are thick and long without mascara, but she piles it on to accommodate her thick eyebrows and full lips. Now that she is no longer in the military or nursing, she can be found wearing black pants, booties or heels, and blouses. When she’s summoned to aid one of the Bianchi members or associates with medical attention, she will wear her nursing outfit if she can, but she always keeps her nursing bag handy that she mostly substitutes with her handbags. ☾ ━ Tropes: The Healer, The Grieving Mother, The Vengeful. ☾ ━ MBTI: ENFJ (Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging). ☾ ━ Temperament: Choleric ☾ ━ Zodiac: Aries - The Ram. ☾ ━ Alignment: Chaotic neutral. ☾ ━ Element: Fire. ☾ ━ Sin: Wrath. ☾ ━ Hogwarts House: Slytherin. ☾ ━ Greek Goddess: Athena, Goddess of War and Wisdom. ☾ ━ Negative Traits: Impatient, moody, short-tempered, impulsive, aggressive. ☾ ━ Positive Traits: Courageous, determined, confident, enthusiastic, optimistic, honest, passionate. ☾ ━ Personality: She hadn’t had an easy childhood and it hardened her from an early age. Although she’s a nurse, her personality doesn’t fit the bill of a healer. She’s cold to nearly anyone initially other than her patients and her son before his death, and her ex-husband pre-divorce. She has a cold, dry sense of humor that consists of sarcasm and beration of others. She is easily set off and has been known for her violent outbursts, none of which she’s ever lost because she’s underestimated. While she can come off as neurotic and moody, Yasmine can be loyal to a fault and always puts the physical wellbeing and needs of others before her own. She was born from a wealthy family and has always chosen to help others in need, despite her lack of compassion. Losing her son only made her more aggressive and passionate, closed-off and even malicious. Few get to see past the fortress she’s created around her heart. ☾ ━ Fixations (Likes): ☾ ━ Aversions (Dislikes): ☾ ━ Vices: Red or white wine, tequila, the occasional cigarette, prescription anti-anxieties and opiates. ☾ ━ Medical History: Two pregnancies (one unsuccessful via miscarriage, one successful), fertility issues, a broken arm, two bullets in her shoulder, chicken pox, occasional seasonal allergies. ☾ ━ Psyche: Yasmine was diagnosed with a mild case of PTSD following her two tours overseas, but was easily cured with therapy and an antidepressant. She despised taking medications until she was diagnosed with a slight case of postpartum before giving birth to her son instead of after birthing him. Josiah was the light of Yasmine and Garrett’s lives, completely curing her of any depressive state she might’ve been in as she had always considered herself mentally strong. Since his death, she’s been unable to recover from the pit of despair and meanness that consumes her life. The only person capable of even coming close to making her feel a sliver of emotion is Garrett. She abuses prescription drugs, especially opiates, to cope with the loss. Occasionally she becomes roped into a state of mind where she seeks comfort in Garrett and sleeps with him, subconsciously trying for another child despite her aversion to exposing another child to their childhood.

Other:

➤ Yasmine was born in the country of Turkey into a strict household that consisted of three additional siblings (two older brothers, one younger sister), four including herself. Her parents own a shale corporation within the country and gave their children trust funds to jump start their educations and futures. For a better chance at a future, she was sent to live with an aunt and an uncle who raised her in Texas. They’d always envisioned their daughter as a doctor, but nursing was her passion. They were proud of her for graduating with honors and still continuing to work her way up the ranks in the medical field.

➤ She spent the entirety of her career easily surpassing the people around her at every milestone and every skill while healing those around her. She witnessed death until it desensitized her and tried to heal anyone, enemies and allies alike.

➤ Yasmine met Adrian Murray early-on in her nursing schooling career. He was infamous, more than a man but less than a God as far as other soldiers were concerned. After years of despising men and swerving them at every turn, she became infatuated with him despite the differences in their age. Garrett Russell was a Force Recon Marine, Scout Sniper, 2nd Lieutenant, and was a Silver Star recipient, with over a decade and a half of military experience under his belt. He reciprocated his feelings for her and chose to continue their relationship after he retired. Not shortly after she graduated, Yasmine became a nurse at a local hospital in Corpus and they began to see each other.

➤ After many false positives, difficulty with their fertility, and a miscarriage, Adrian and Yasmine successfully conceived a son, Josiah Zayn Murray. He was the best parts of his parents, the only good thing either of them were capable of. Adrian became a mercenary to support his family, even though Yasmine had her trust fund to keep them living a comfortable lifestyle. Regardless, he chose to funnel his energy and skills into something he was good at rather than let the trauma of his experiences as a soldier consume him.

➤ Their family was the epitome of picture-perfect, of happiness. It was enviable to watch a beautiful family live such a quaint, charmed life, despite Yasmine’s opposition to her husband’s occupation. She tried to focus on being a good mother and a supportive wife, but often found herself resenting him every time he’d come home covered in blood, smelling of gunpowder or burnt flesh. He was an attentive father, but became lost in the bloodlust aspect of being a mercenary and it eventually came back to haunt them.

➤ Shortly after completing a job, Adrian inadvertently left a loose end behind, or so she assumed.. Said ‘loose-end’ eventually found his family and remorselessly attacked them, spraying their home with bullets, leaving both of them unscathed. Their son, however, was shot repeatedly and died immediately and gruesomely in their arms. It took her awhile to figure out he was to blame, despite having her suspicions, but she resented him beyond her ability to remain married to him. They became separated because she couldn’t see him without thinking of Josiah, the spitting image of Adrian, but she refused to officially divorce him..

➤ Eventually, they moved to Fairview at the recommendation of a family friend and settled into the quaint neighborhood of Wisteria Lane, hoping for a chance at a fresh start where they could hopefully work on their marriage and try for another child.

➤ She doesn’t allow anyone to publicly see her grieve, choosing to break down on her own or amid her husband’s presence. Her coldness only amplified and she’s recently become more violent, hitting Adrian and throwing anything at him while purposely instigating so he’ll defend himself against her.

➤ She purposely finds and puts herself in situations that could cost her her life, unafraid of death and the morbid possibility of meeting her son soon.

#wisteriaintro #x. biography #tw: child death #tw: miscarriage #tw: death #tw: ptsd #tw: drugs #tw: alcohol #tw: infertility #tw: depression

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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girl talk

GENERAL WOMANHOOD:

1. Do you like the color pink? Yeah, various shades of it.

2. How easily do you cry? I’m a crybaby.

3. What food do you eat the most of when you’re sad? Lately I’ve been eating a lot of Wingstop. That’s been my thing. I also like my bowl of ramen every night.

4. How often do you experience boob sweat? That has literally never happened to me as I have small boobs. <<< lol same.

5. What time of month is your time? I don’t have that anymore.

6. How moody are you when you are on your period? I got really bad PMS/PMDD and was extra sensitive and moody. I’m like that all the time now even without that.

7. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late? Nope. That was never a possibility. 8. Have you ever been on the pill? No. 9. Have you ever thought about having children someday? What is your current opinion? I don’t want to have kids. 10. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to? No. 11. How much do you like decorating for holidays? Christmas is the only one I really decorate for anymore and I go all out. 12. How good of a cook do you consider yourself? I can’t cook at all besides ramen. 13. What is your favorite thing to cook? ^^^ 14. Do you prefer cooking, baking, or both equally? I like making ramen. lol. That’s literally all I cook if you even want to count that cause it’s so easy. Besides that, anything I else I make is oven or microwavable. or a sandwich. 15. Can you sew? Nope. 16. How feminine do you consider yourself? How do you determine that? I mean, if it means makeup and dresses, then not very cause I haven’t worn makeup in over a year and it’s been a few years since I’ve worn a dress. I’m all about comfy casual. That doesn’t make me masculine, though. I’m curious what you think makes someone feminine or not. 17. Have you ever been told that you are too girly or feminine? No. 18. Do you consider yourself a feminist? I mean, I care about women’s rights and believe we should have equal opportunities and such as men and all that. 19. How do you define “girl power”? Uhh, I don’t know. A strong, confident woman. 20. How much of a neat freak are you? I used to be more of a neat freak, but I don’t have the energy or motivation anymore. My room isn’t a disaster, but it’s messier than I ever used to let it get. It’s just cluttered. I need to go through and get rid stuff, but blah. 21. How you ever wished you were born a male? No. 22. Breastfeeding or formula? Mothers should do what they feel is best and works for them and the baby. 23. What is your opinion of equal pay? I think payment should be individual but obviously not based on sex. <<< Yeah, like everyone can’t be paid the exact same. There’s other factors. But people doing the same job and putting in the same work should be paid the same. 24. What is one profession you think needs more women? I don’t care, I think everyone should just do what they’re interested in. <<< 25. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? 26. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain. Not that I can think of. 27. Have you ever been called a blabbermouth or a chatterbox? I have my chatty moods now and then.

28. What is one thing about women you think most men don’t know? I don’t know. 29. Is there anything you dislike about being a woman? Menstrual cycles sucked, but I don’t have those anymore. 30. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I am a woman because ______. I just am.

LIFE EXPERIENCES:

31. Did you ever play with Barbie dolls as a child? Yes. I was obsessed with Barbies, I played for hoursss.

32. Have you ever dotted lowercase Js and Is with hearts or smiley faces? Yeah, when I was younger I did sometimes.

33. Have you ever been a Girl Scout? Yes.

34. Have you ever been a ballerina? No.

35. Have you ever been a cheerleader? No.

36. Were you ever voted as homecoming or prom queen? Nope.

37. Have you ever hosted a sleepover? Yeah, with my cousins all the time as kids.

38. Do you belong to a sorority? Nope.

39. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal? Yeah. I had a physical one in middle school up to my sophomore year in high school and then I moved on to online journals. This is my journal now.

40. At what age did you get your first period? 13.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

41. What is the longest your hair has ever been? Would you ever grow it that long again? Down to my butt, which is how long it was until I cut a couple inches off recently. It was like that when I was a kid, too. Perhaps even a little longer.

42. Have you had a hairstyle above the eyebrows? Uhh, do you mean bangs? If so, yes. I had them until college and then I did the side swept thing for awhile.

43. What hairstyle do you wear the most? Pony tail, bun, or braid.

44. Have you ever died your hair? If so, how often? Countless times now. I first got highlights in middle school and did that for awhile before dyeing it black my sophomore year. I then went back to highlights until dyeing it red in 2015. I’ve been doing that ever since.

45. What is the heaviest you remember ever weighing? I think 90lbs.

46. How muscular are you? I’m not anymore. :/ I used to have toned arms, but I lost my muscle mass over these past few years due to health stuff and just not being active like I used to be.

47. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your earlobes? Nope.

48. Do you have any tattoos? If you, where are they and what are they of? Nope.

49. Do you like wearing lipstick or lip gloss? If so, how often do you wear them? I haven’t in a long time.

50. How often do you paint your nails? It’s been a few years since the last time I painted them.

51. Have you ever worn any fake nails? Once. I got them done for my 8th grade promotion.

52. Have you ever worn fake eyelashes? Yeah.

53. How often do you shave or wax your legs? I don’t have to shave my legs often. It’s never been an issue, like hair doesn’t really grow there.

54. How white are your teeth? I could use a Crest white strip or something.

55. Have you ever been told that you look like a certain celebrity? No.

56. How much do you look like your mother? I have a lot of her features, but a lot of my dad’s, too.

57. How much do you look like your father? ^^^^

58. What do you think is your best physical feature? I like dyeing my hair red.

59. What do you think is your worst physical feature? Everything.

60. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions? I think my facial expressions give it away. It’s obvious when I’m annoyed or in discomfort.

FASHION STYLE: 61. What type of clothing do you own the most of? Leggings and graphic tees. 62. How big is your closet? Not big at all. 63. Have you ever looked through your closet and though “I have nothing to wear”? Ha, yeah. 64. What is your favorite fashion brand? The only brand I really care about and have a lot of is Adidas. 65. Do you wear skirts and dresses at all? If so, how often? I haven’t in years. 66. What is your dress size? Small. 67. What is the shortest length of skirts and dresses you are comfortable wearing? I like the length to go to my knees and I wear pantyhose/tights underneath. I’m very self-conscious about my legs. 68. How expensive was your prom dress? I think it was like $80. 69. What is the most expensive piece of clothing you currently own? My Adidas clothes. 70. Do you wear high heels or stilettos at all? If so, how often? No. 71. Have you ever worn high heels casually? Nope. 72. How often do you take an OOTD (outfit of the day) selfie? I only take a picture if I really like the shirt I’m wearing. 73. Have you ever worn the exact same outfit from head to toe more than once? Yeah, while at home. 74. How often do you wear a bra when out in public? I wear one whenever I go somewhere. 75. How often do you wear a bra when bumming it at home? I don’t. 76. When you get home from work, how soon does your bra typically come off? I don’t work, but when I get home from wherever I’ll likely just wait until bedtime. 77. Have you ever carried a spare bra with you in your purse? Nope. 78. Which are you more likely to go without: A bra or panties? Bra. 79. Does it matter to you if your bra and panties match or not? Nah. 80. What type of underwear do you typically wear? Hipster/hip huggers whatever you wanna call ‘em. 81. How much of your underwear is white? I don’t have any plain white pairs. 82. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse? No. 83. Do you like eyeshadow? I used to wear it sometimes back when I wore makeup regularly. 84. Do you like mascara? That’s a must when I wear makeup. 85. How much makeup do you typically wear? I haven’t worn any in over a year. 86. Have you every gone out in public without any makeup on? I do all the time. A few years ago I never would have done that. 87. How much jewelry do you typically wear? I was wearing earrings I got for Christmas for awhile, but I took them out a couple weeks ago cause my ears were irritated. 88. Is there any kind of jewelry you pretty much always wear? Just those earrings for awhile. Before that, it had been a few years. I used to have 3 rings I wore literally 24/7 for a long time until one day I took them off for some reason and never put them back on. 89. Do you carry a purse at all? I’ve been using a mini backpack. 90. Do you like tube and halter tops? No. 91. Do you like crop tops? No. 92. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage? This girl does not have cleavage lol. <<< 93. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis? I don’t do swim suits. 94. Does it matter to you if your bikini top matches the bottom? I don’t wear them, but if I did yeah I would want them to match.

WEDDING CRAZE:

95. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? If so, how often? Nope.

96. Do you have any desires to get married? No.

97. For how long have you thought about your wedding? It’s not something I put much thought into at all. I’m not the type of person who has dreamt of their wedding day since they were a kid or anything. I honestly don’t see myself ever getting married.

98. How much of your wedding do you have planned out already?

99. Would you rather have a big or a small wedding?

100. Would you rather have a lot of bridesmaids or just a couple?

101. Would you rather have an indoor or an outdoor wedding? Does the same go for the reception?

DATING & RELATIONSHIPS:

102. What is your current relationship status? Single.

103. What is the longest relationship you’ve ever had? 3 years if you count the Joseph situation.

104. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic at all? No. I think I’ve just been hardened by life ha.

105. Are you a virgin? If not, which gender did you lose your virginity to? Yes.

106. What personality trait are you most attracted to? Just nice, caring, genuine, patient, understanding guys with a sense of humor.

107. Have you ever been on a blind date? No. I have no interest in that.

108. Has anyone you know ever tried to set you up on a date? I had a friend who always wanted to do that.

109. Do you use any dating apps? If so, have they ever worked out for you? Nope.

110. Do you kiss on the first date? If it felt right.

111. How often do guys hit on you? It’s been years since that has happened and even when it did, it wasn’t often.

112. Have women ever hit on you? A friend I had always got flirty when she was drunk.

114. Have you ever kissed another woman while sober? If so, did you like it? No. I’ve done that while drunk either.

115. Have you ever dated another woman? No.

116. After how long of dating do you typically consider a relationship to be serious? There’s more factors than that.

117. Would you rather your lover give you chocolate, flowers, both, or something else? Something else, honestly. Like coffee.

118. Are you friends with any of your exes? Not anymore.

119. Is sex before marriage wrong? That’s a personal choice. Do what feels right to you.

ENTERTAINMENT: 120. What celebrity do you most admire and why? There aren’t any I admire specifically, I just like keeping up with the celebrity gossip and entertainment. It’s entertaining and a distraction from my own life. 121. Do you like romantic comedies? Do you have any favorites? I’m a sucker for romantic comedies. 122. Do you have a favorite romantic movie? I have several. 123. Who is your favorite Disney princess? Ariel.

124. What is your favorite Disney song? “In a World of My Own” from Alice in Wonderland, “Part of Your World” from Little Mermaid, “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” from Toy Story, “Hakuna Matata” from Lion King, “Bare Necessities” from The Jungle Book, “Winnie the Pooh” from Winnie the Pooh... that’s just to name a few, there’s several others. Disney songs are catchy. 125. Do you watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? Nah, I never got into that. I can’t believe they’re on their 16th season now. 126. Have you ever watched Sex & The City? I’ve seen parts of it here and there. I never got into it. 127. Have you ever watched any shows such as Project Runway or America’s Next Top Model? I used to watch America’s Next Top Model. Even the last 2 recent seasons. I’d watch it again if they brought it back. 128. Do you like watching any beauty pageants such as Miss America? No. 129. Do you like watching the red carpet arrivals before award ceremonies? Not usually. Sometimes I will. 130. Beyonce or Taylor Swift? Beyonce. 131. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres? I like both.

A PILE OF RANDOMNESS: 132. Are you named after anyone? Nope. 133. How many male friends do you have? I don’t have any friends. 134. Have you ever been considered the mother of your group of friends? Yes. 135. Have you ever called your friend friends your ‘girlfriends’? No. 136. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, babe, dear, or darling? Jokingly, yeah. 137. How many items do you own that are of a floral print design? I think I only have a few. 138. Have you ever scoffed at something because you thought it wasn’t feminine enough? No? 139. How healthy do you eat? I don’t. 140. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: Clutched in your hand, on your elbow, or on your shoulder? On my shoulder. 141. Besides you phone, money, wallet, and keys, name five things you always have with you in your purse. Hand sanitizer, mini hair brush, chapstick, medicine, and maybe a water bottle.

142. Have you ever lost anything inside your purse? It seemed that way a lot in my bigger purses. I always had to dig around for everything. 143. Have you ever used your bra or your cleavage as a purse or a pocket? No. 144. Do you consider shopping a sport No lol. Especially not when you do it from home in bed like I do. There’s nothing active about that, ha. 145. Do you shop more in physical walk-in stores or online? Online. 146. What is the most amount of money you remember ever spending in one single shopping trip? The most was when I got my first MacBook. 147. How often do you have a girls’ night out? I don’t anymore. I used to sometimes when I had friends and social life.

148. Do you prefer coffee or tea? Coffee, always. 149. How polite do you consider yourself? I think I’m pretty polite. 150. Can you do the splits? Nope. 151. Do you like doing any yoga? No. 152. Have you ever been told that you have cute handwriting? No. My handwriting is shit. 153. How well can you write in cursive? My cursive is awful. 154. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? No. 155. Do you currently or have you ever belonged to a book club? Well, I’ve done a few online Bible study groups. 156. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticked by using your looks? I don’t drive so I’ve never been pulled over. That wouldn’t work, though. I’m ugly and I don’t have the personality or confidence either. 157. Have you ever drunk a non-alcoholic beverage from a wine glass? Yeah, like apple cider. Especially when I was a kid to be “cool” haha. 158. Do you prefer showers or baths? Showers. I haven’t taken a bath since I was a kid. 159. Have you ever snorted while laughing? Yeah. 160. How strict are you about manners? I think they’re important.

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