#you can catch me wearing my fave shirt and jacket as much as one can

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Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble  with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him? 

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ?? 

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3 

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are? 

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up?? 

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ): 

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )):  )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always:  ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ): 

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ): 

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !! 

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft 

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and  nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

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Sitting Front Row at...(On a Budget Obvs): Lookbook no.15

Hey to anyone reading!

And welcome to my fave lookbook I’ve done in a longggg ass time! Yes, that’s partially because it involved making collages and doing the low effort work of scouring Vogue Runway for “research purposes”, but I promise, that statement wasn’t made out of COMPLETE laziness-I am super happy with it too. It’s been a good use of pre-part-lockdown-lift time in the interim between that brief period of Christmas celebrations and eateries finally fucking opening again because let’s be honest, I always knew I was gonna get distracted by oat milk vanilla lattes and veggie all day breakfasts once I could actually sit down with them at my fave local cafe. You could say I was very much operating on a self-imposed deadline.

The “what I would wear to sit front row at...[insert designer here]” TikTok/Instagram reel trend was something I wanted to get on board with ever since I first saw one and whilst the option of doing my own live action take-I really cannot bear the thought of having to edit footage of myself awkwardly attempting to sit nonchalantly in front of a camera for hours on end-was off the cards considering my complete lack of screen presence, I decided a Tumblr text post would work just as well, and if not even better in a way. Given the absence of the time limitations you face when you’re making a reel or a TikTok I thought it’d be cool to present the looks as part of a mini moodboard for each designer which adds a bit of context to each look even if you aren’t familiar with their past collections and establishes the general vibe of the brand I’m attempting to replicate. Not to sound snotty or as if I am the font of all knowledge on anything high fashion related but even with my amateur knowledge I noticed that as the video trend took off and was adopted by big name influencers, it became less about the average person putting their own personal spin on the aesthetic of the labels we can’t ordinarily afford and more about them building outfits that only vaguely resemble the general public perception of the brand around the real corresponding (and often gifted and thus inaccessible to someone who doesn’t makes thousands for a sponsored post) pieces they own SO I thought I’d take the trend back to its roots and get a bit resourceful. All that being said, in no particular order, here are the outfits I would wear to sit front row at Gucci, Vera Wang, Miu-Miu, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Brock Collection, Alexander McQueen, Etro, Burberry aaaand Saint Laurent based on their past collections and guess what? They didn’t cost a shit tonne of money :-)

-disclaimer: will include an asterisk before any new purchases if from a high street store though to be honest, I don’t think there are any, we shall see! I do include where I got old purchases from in case anyone wants to search anything on Depop/Ebay-

1. Saint Laurent (formerly Yves Saint Laurent)

-blazer from identityparty on Depop, pleather trousers from Zara, jewellery from Dolls Kill-

I know technically abbreviating Saint Laurent to YSL doesn’t really make much sense anymore given the brand’s name change in 2012, but I’ll always think of it as that in the same way I’ll always associate it with the slightly dishevelled yet simultaneously glitzy rock n’ roll aesthetic. The thing is, whilst YSL hasn’t done anything wildly out of the box for a long time, it’s rare they put a look on the runway that I wouldn’t wear; they never end up being a fashion week standout but the Parisienne take on grunge we’ve seen Anthony Vaccarello establish as his go-to will always have a place in my heart. 

2. Alexander McQueen

-embroidered leather jacket from Ebay (originally Topshop), harness from Amazon, dress from ASOS, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

Alexander McQueen is a brand that is pretty much universally liked, from the historically extravagant and groundbreaking shows the man himself put together to Sarah Burton’s more toned down but still beautiful collections. Obviously I didn’t attempt to do justice to the former, so I tried my hand at putting together a look inspired by Sarah’s blend of delicate femininity and nomadic edge, and it went...okay? Like it’s definitely not my favourite of all the looks because it does give off slightly cheap copycat vibes buuut outside of the context of this lookbook it’s cute.

3. Brock Collection

-boater hat from Ebay, midi skirt from morganogle on Depop, corset top from ownmode_, heels from amybeckett1, bag from Primark-

Brock isn’t as well known a brand as most of the others in this list but I adore everything Laura Vassar Brock does and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try and channel the vision of one of the OG pioneers of the cottagecore vibe through my own wardrobe. I mean fr, this woman’s work as a steady provider of meadow photoshoot worthy dresses and corsets and skirts is v slept on and I will not stand for it. I will sit in front of a camera and then write a paragraph in my blog post begging anybody who reads to give LVB (an abbreviation I acknowledge is unlikely to catch on because Lisa Vanderpump anybody?) some form of acknowledgement for her services to period romance novel inspired moodboards everywhere.

4. Marc Jacobs

-coat from House of Sunny, white shirt from Retro World Camden, co-ord from Sugar Thrillz, bag from Poppy Lissiman-

If there’s one thing Marc Jacobs always does, it’s COMMITS. TO. HIS. THEME. I just KNOW he has a secret Pinterest with separate boards for every fashion era of the 20th century and he is putting those boards to good use providing us with collections that are as immersive as they are eclectic year in year out. 

5. Miu Miu

-beret from H&M, hair clips from H&M, jewellery from Primark, coat from mollyyemmaa on Depop, shirt from YesStyle, sweater vest from YesStyle, skirt from Depop, diamanté belt from Brandy Melville, shoes from Koi Vegan Footwear-

We all like to talk about Bratz dolls and Monster High dolls and Barbies as fashion inspo but can we all focus on Cabbage Patch dolls for two secs so as to acknowledge the fact that a Miu Miu collection is basically all their fits grown up? And made boujie as fuck? If I want my fix of Wes Anderson meets Scream Queens (what a combo) inspired outfits, if I want prissy and girlish but also glam, if I want to look like a bratty rich girl whose one redeeming quality is her eye for vintage clothes, I know where to look and that is the Miu Miu section of Vogue Runway. 

6. Vera Wang

-blazer as in no.1, velvet bralet from catdegaris on Depop, harness from Amazon, skirt from Ebay, knee high socks from Ebay, lace up boots from Ebay-

Vera Wang’s RTW aesthetic, a blend of the ethereal, ultra-feminine bridal designs she’s known for and British style punk rock influences, is something I feel has only become firmly established in recent years but it is everything I ever wanted and more. I always find myself trying to balance the part of me that loves everything girly and delicate and pretty and the part of me that would love to be in a biker gang and Vera’s collections are always an inspirational reminder of just how well it can be done.

7. Burberry

-coat from charity shop, suit from emmafisher3 on Depop, top from simranindia, shirt underneath from Zara, jewellery from ASOS-

Now I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Burberry but there have been a few looks over the past few years I’ve really liked and as someone who owns numerous trench coats, high necks and way too much plaid, I thought it’d be an easy one to replicate. Plus, if you can count on Riccardo Tisci for nothing else you at least can rely on him giving you some layering inspo which is very much needed in a country where it literally just snowed in April and where my plans for today have just been cancelled because the iPhone weather app did a Karen Smith and didn’t predict rain for today right up until it started raining so thanks for that one British meteorologists. Your incompetence strikes again.

8. Etro

-corset from Urban Outfitters, vinyl trench coat from Topshop, boots from Ebay, black slip dress from kaoanaoleinik on Depop, fur trim afghan coat from louisemarcella-

Like with Brock Collection, Etro isn’t a hugely well known brand, but it is always one of my favourites-to add a spanner into the works of any attempts to cultivate a firm sense of personal style, I live for the ornate Bohemian look that Etro does so well just as much as I love both grungy and girly pieces, and so I really wanted to include a brand whose collections go down that route. It was a toss-up between this and Zimmerman, the flirtier, free spirit counterpart to the dark romance of Veronica Etro’s designs; her vision really shines through the most when it comes to the brand’s winter collections, imo, and given that I live in a country where winter or some weather state resembling it does seem to take up 70% of the year, I did decide on channelling her work rather than that of the equally talented Nicky and Simone Zimmermann this time round.

9. Dolce & Gabbana

-flower crown from ASOS, tiara from Amazon, earrings from YesStyle, dress from alicealderdice1 on Depop, opera gloves from Ebay, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

D&G is a brand I felt really conflicted about doing-I don’t include their current collections in my fashion week reviews based on the actions of designers Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce over the last few years because I don’t want to mitigate the collective effort of fashion critics to push them towards irrelevancy. Though people like to claim the brand has turned a corner since Lucio Di Rosa was brought on board as the manager of celebrity and VIP relations last year (they are as prolific a force on red carpet fashion as ever), we haven’t seen any real meaningful apologies or reparations made by Dolce and Gabbana themselves which once again leaves us in the all too familiar quandary of whether or not we can separate the art from the artist especially when it is far too much of a simplification to only credit the two men for their work given there’s a whole design team behind them. There are a LOT of shitty people working in fashion, the whole industry is a bit of a cesspit if we’re honest, but I don’t think that should stop us from at least being able to appreciate old collections if we make sure we aren’t engaging in any kind of promotion of current works whilst doing so. D&G are a brand of high highs and low lows, with looks that range from hideously ugly to showstoppingly beautiful in a single show-when the looks are good, they are GOOD-and their presence in the fashion world is most definitely felt whether we want it to be or not. It would just be shit to refuse to recognise the existence of some real iconic runway moments, the practical work that went into the ornate detail and opulence that helped cement D&Gs place in sartorial history, the styling that’s made goddesses and fairytale queens out of modern day women as they’ve glided down catwalks, the far more extravagant and, let’s be real, sexier version of our world D&G shows have transported us to in the past. Will I talk about D&G ever again? No, and if you Google the scandals their brand has faced over the past few years, there are more than enough reasons why, but just this once I did want to pay homage to some of the collections, the snippets of which I saw on my Tumblr dashboard back when I was about 13, that first got me into fashion.

10. Gucci

-fur coat from Topshop, clips from Zaful, glasses from Ebay, dress from gracewright246 on Depop, shirt from Boohoo, blazer from charity shop-

Now last but, if you ever read any of my fashion week reviews (the likelihood of someone actually having read one of them and reading this is incredibly, incredibly slim lol, I wouldn’t read me either) you’ll know, definitely not least, is Gucci because Alessandro Michele comes through every!! single!! time!!

The man is truly the king of quirky throwback maximalism and it hurts my heart that a lot of people seem to think of it only as a brand associated with ostentatious displays of wealth. Year after year since Michele was made creative director he has released purposeful, fully-fleshed out collections which unravel themselves to us on the runway like time capsules containing the belongings of the rich and whimsical and yes that can sometimes result in outfits which are *ahem* a bit mismatched but it doesn’t matter because through fashion he manages to take us to a vivid version of the past where people could dress as freely and lavishly as they wanted to, into the wardrobe of a person unaffected by the side-eyeing of others. You get the impression he doesn’t design so much as plays around with some kind of enchanted dress up box and takes inspiration from there and to give that impression is only a credit to his talent-to make outfits so kooky and extravagant look like they were meant to be takes a boldness and genuine love for clothes that I do tend to feel a lot of the big name designers have lost in the pursuit of profit and the necessary placating of the dying customer base that keeps that coming in. Of course I'm not for a second saying Gucci does not care about profit, but at the very least, they have on board a creative director who genuinely has fun with what they’re putting out there and wants to make a statement too and that really shows; you can rest on your laurels and sell tweed boucle jackets to rich old white women for eternity but nobody’s going to mention your brand name and the word groundbreaking in the same sentence ever again unless they’re talking about what it was a century ago, you know (mentioning no names...unless...did I hear someone say Chanel)? That feels like such a shady way to end, lol, but I’m sure said brand will survive-to be fair, they’ve been included in every other What I’d Wear to Sit Front Row At video I’ve seen so although I’m always slagging them off for doing the saaaaame thinggggg year after year, for that same reason their aesthetic is instantly recognisable and so will always be a source of imitation. There are obviously pros and cons to being a brand which constantly reinvents itself but I think it’s totally possible to do that whilst maintaining an overall mission, and Alessandro Michele’s work at Gucci demonstrates that with ease.

Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading! I know I’m super behind on this whole TikTok trend and I know a Tumblr post instead of a video is a bit of a cop out but all the real, physically awkward ones out there know that watching yourself back is excruciating lmao, so I hope this does the trick. After this, I’m gonna get back to the reviewing S/S21 collections post though knowing me I’ll probs take a few days to get back into that because I feel like since I left full-time education (RIP me going back in a few months) writing continuously like this for any longer than about 15 mins fries what brain cells I have left. Again, thank you for reading and if you are, sending many good vibes your way! Stay safe!

Lauren x

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[thiswasinevitableid]

2 bathtub and 9 folklore, sternclay, sfw, please!

Here you go! Barclay's design is based on a blue catfish.

He wanted the bigfoot assignment. Days spent tramping through the chilly forests of the pacific northwest instead of sweating off a pound a day in Louisiana swamps. But no, he’s assigned to the Loup Garou case until further notice, because one mammalian cryptid expert is as good as another.

It’s not like he’s devoted most of his career to bigfoot or anything.

Contrary to popular belief, FBI agents do not spend all their time in suits. As much as Stern aims to emulate Special Agent Dale Cooper, slacks and a suit jacket are not suitable for tromping through the mud and staving off the humidity. Between his outdoor wear and the tranquilizer rifle over his shoulder, he looks like he could be in some shitty seventies Sasquatch hunting movie.

His best lead is the strange, black fur he found near the location of the most recent sighting, and the ranger in the nearby national park assured him it didn’t come from any common wildlife. So it could be a human cursed to transform into a wolf every night. Or it could just be someone’s dog.

Dusk has come and gone before he turns back towards his cabin, rented for it’s proximity to the supposedly-Loup-Garou-harboring swamp and the reviews citing good water pressure and a large tub. Nothing like a nice bath or cold shower to wash off the heat and grime of the day.

A crack in the trees to his right. There’s something moving, paralleling him. He stops, nerves taught as a drawn bow.

The growl starts low, draws his eyes to a dark-furred shape creeping from the brush. It’s definitely canine, definitely bigger than him, and definitely sees him as dinner. Stern holds his ground, raises the rifle, not willing to fire until he’s certain this is his quarry. All doubts evaporate when it stands on its hind legs and howls. Human eyes lock onto him as the monster stalks forward.

Stern fires, hitting the werewolf in the shoulder. It doesn’t so much as stumble.

“Shit” He loads another dart, fires, and gets the exact same result. There’s no chance of outrunning it, and while he has his handgun he doesn’t want to resort to that unless he absolutely has to.

The creature lunges and Stern dodges, slipping into the water as a result. It swipes a claw out, which he keeps from his face by blocking it with the body of the rifle. His brief hope that the creature can’t swim is quashed when it prowls into the water after him. Something huge swim past his legs and he winces; if he dies by alligator instead of werewolf he’ll never hear the end of it.

As the monster surges forward, something huge bursts from the water between them, knocking Stern off balance in the process. His head goes under and when he scrambles up, spluttering, the werewolf is limping as fast as it can into the undergrowth. And floating face-down in front of him is a man, four jagged rips in his side tinting the water around them a sickly red.

“Sir?” Stern rolls the man over and, in spite of all his training, exclaims, “holy shit.”

The man doesn’t have legs. His hips give way to a smooth, grey-blue tail that twitches weakly when Stern touches him. The wound is visible here too, marring tail and torso alike. It doesn’t take a genius to put together what happened. Or that the Loup Garou won’t make it far with the bite the merman delivered. He could catch it. But he doubts the mer in front of him will survive without medical attention.

He loops his arms under a limp body and makes a mental note to never, ever tell Agent Hayes about this.

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Barclays’ whole side is burning.

“Ow, Aubrey, easy with the healing.” He groans, rolling away from the feeling and immediately bonking his head on something cold and solid. Cracking an eye open reveals a white tub and wooden wall. Cautiously, he glances at his stomach and side and finds it bandaged. When he manages another half-turn, he finds a dark-wood bathroom with a human slumped against the wall. It’s the one he saved, though he’s down to a thin white shirt and what he knows to be boxers. For all the blood there must have been, the room and tub are spotless.

He raises up, hoping for a better look at a handsome face, only to catch his side on the edge of the tub.

“OWfuck!”

The man jolts awake, is by Barclay’s side in an instant, “Thank the lord, I was worried you’d lost too much blood to pull through.” He runs a hand through his black hair, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was trying to monitor you for signs I’d have to give up and call the paramedics. I, um, assumed you didn’t want to just be dragged into a human hospital.”

“Yeah, no, not my fave.” His tail flutters awkwardly, “uh, why did you bring me here, then?”

“Because I wasn’t going to leave you to bleed out in a swamp. I learned field medicine for a reason; it’s nice to use it on someone other than myself. Or, well, not nice, but, um-”

“No, I get it. It’s just that, uh, I have lots of friends in the swamp. One of them probably woulda found me. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble or put me in a tub.”

“Oh.” The human sags a little, his confident smile faltering a moment.

“I mean, I really appreciate it. And it looks like you’re good at, uh, stitches and stuff.” He rubs his arms, “uh, sorry. I’m not used to waking up in unfamiliar guys bathtubs.”

“I’m not in the habit of keeping mermen in my tub so, um, I guess we’re even?” His smile is a little shyer, blue eyes reminding Barclay of a spring sky.

The mer holds out the hand on his uninjured side, “I’m Barclay.”

“Joseph” The man shakes it, “it’s nice to meet you. Is, um, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Is the water alright? I can go get some from the swamp if that would be better.”

“As long as I don’t dry out I’ll be fine. Uh, do you have any food?”

“Some groceries, but if you want something specific I can run into town.”

Barclay weighs his hunger and wooziness against the desire not to reveal too much, and his stomach emerges triumphant, “Does this place have a take-out menu for the South Bank Cafe?”

“I...think so? Let me look” The human stands, walking out into another room on long legs that Barclay wants to loop around his waist, continues speaking as paper rustles, “I didn't know merpeople used take-out.”

“Uh, when they live close to humans they do. As long as some of those humans are willing to pick it up.”

Joseph returns, familiar pink menu in one hand and phone in the other, “What would you like?”

“Three fried oyster po’boys please.”

The human orders four of the sandwiches and some coconut cream pie on Barclay’s suggestion leaves the mer to nap while he goes to retrieve it. Charmingly, he puts all the food onto plates and pours the bottled sweet tea into glasses before arranging it on the bathroom floor.

“Cheers.” Joseph raises his glass. Barclay hesitates, trying to remember which human ritual this is, then clinks his own against it.

They barely talk until the plates are clean and Joseph is luxuriating in a second slice of pie, at which point the human explains what the fuck he was doing looking for a rougarou anyway. Barclay has given up on his desire to study the humans face as he eats and is laying on his back, eyes shut, feeling full and content in spite of the nagging pain in his side. Joseph reluctantly gave him painkillers, explaining he was worried about how human medicine would interact with mer biology. So far, all it’s done is made him drowsy.

“Barclay? Why did you get between me and the Loup Garou?”

“Because I didn’t want you to get killed. Like, for starters, I don’t want people to get hurt, and rougarous are nasty fuckers. But also when someone dies in the swamps, a lot of people blame mers for it. So it’s better if we keep humans from getting eaten on our turf.” He feels around for his tea, finds it when Joseph sets cool glass in his hand. His whole body is heavy.

A soft laugh, “Drugs kicking in?”

“Uh huh.”

A scuff as Joseph stands, “I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’m just in the next room, if you need me.” Two steps, then a pause, “actually, let me drain the tub some and put fresh water in.”

Barclay’s pretty sure he says thank you before he falls asleep.

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Joseph wakes up at the cursing coming through the walls. Rounding the corner into the bathroom, he finds Barclay clutching his upper tail with one hand, gritting his teeth.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cramp, really fucking bad one, tends to happen when I get injured and can’t swim. Fuck me if I know why.”

“Here” he kneels next to the tub, water splashing onto his white tank top, “let me try rubbing it out. Is this the spot?”

“YeahOWoh, ohhhfuck” Barclay whimpers, “that’s helping, please keep going.”

He moves his fingers down the smooth skin, muscles spasming under his hands before they surrender to relaxation. Gradually Barclay un-tenses, his whimpers giving way to sighs, and Joseph isn’t really tending to his charlie horse anymore; he’s just petting his tail.

“Thanks, Jo-”

A scratch outside freezes them both. Joseph holds up his hand, signalling for Barclay to stay quiet. It’s the window. Something is opening the window. Worse, a count of five later, the cabin groans as something heavy reaches the floor.

His gun is in the other room, because he’s not about to sleep with it on his person. To get to it, he’ll have to put himself right in the path of the intruder dragging themselves across the floor.

The door creaks open, revealing red eyes in the darkness of the cabin.

“Shit.” He starts to stand, keeping himself between the threat and Barclay.

“There you are. Goodness, we were all worried sick.”

Joseph stays still, but Barclay tries to sit up, “Indrid!”

Their visitor slithers into the room, his upper body human but his tail reminding Stern of a Cottonmouth, “We’ve been looking for you all day; Dani found blood at your watch site but not you. I even swam to the park to ask Duck if he’d seen you.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure that was your only reason.”

“Hush.” He turns his alarming gaze on Joseph, “I saw you ending up with this human in many timelines, but I put off following them for fear of being seen. But he’s taking this rather well.”

“I’m an FBI agent with the UP. Handling strange phenomena with grace is basically my job.”

“Intriguing.” Indrid cocks his head, then his face goes blank for a moment. When life returns to it, he coils his tail to settle next to Barclay, “it seems the most positive timelines occur if you continue your convalescence here. In that case, I’ll leave you be and let the others know you’re alright. I’ll stop by again in a few days. And yes, Joseph, since you’re about to ask, I will knock this time.”

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Barclay spends most of the next three days eating and sleeping, the combination of pain and painkillers making him sluggish. Joseph is better company than he ever could have hoped for, changing his bandages and sharing meals while regaling him with stories of the world beyond the swamps.

The human rises early, so he’s usually gone to work by the time Barclay wakes up. He’s feeling better this morning, so his internal clock wakes him just as the sound of water in the sink fills the room.

Joseph is bent over, naked from the waist up and using a coffee mug to dump water onto his hair. Beside him is a tube labeled, “compact body wipes.”

“Uh, what are you doing?”

The human starts, but then replies, “getting ready for the day. I have to go into town to meet with the sheriff about this case.”

“Can’t you just use the tub? I can make room, it’s big enough for both of us.”

Joseph’s whole torso is going pink, “I, um, assumed you didn’t want me randomly turning up in your space naked.”

He shrugs, “I’m naked right now.”

“Right.” Joseph gingerly sets the mug down, “right. I guess you are. Um. I don’t mean to be rude, since this is mainly a difference in mer and human culture, but would you be willing to close your eyes while I shower?”

Barclay nods, scoots to the far end of the tub while Joseph pulls the plug to keep the bath from overflowing. Then he shuts his eyes, focuses on the splashes up his legs, the change in the tempo of the falling water that signals it hitting a human body. Joseph showers efficiently, turns the steam mint scented with one of the bottles he keeps in the corner of the tub. Then he’s telling Barclay to open his eyes, towel wrapped around his waist and smile on his face.

“I feel much better.”

Barclay doesn’t bother to hide his staring, “Me too.”

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Joseph hasn’t liked bathtime this much since his uncle gave him that rubber Nessie bath toy when he was five. Barclay is a much more enjoyable companion, even with his eyes closed. Joseph's also taken to wearing swim trunks and just sitting with him in the tub under the pretense of cooling off from the heat.

It’s not like his morning or evening rinse off lacks competition; Barclay is well enough that, through the use of a wheelbarrow, he can take trips to the back porch of the cabin to swim. His strength has weakened as a result of bedrest, but he’s improving quickly, and Joseph will often end up in the water with him to help him with particular stretches.

The first time another mer pops out of the water, he jumps with a combination of joy and alarm. Courtesy of Indrid, all the merfolk in the area know Joseph is trustworthy, which means he has even more people to question for his research. This is especially good because it means he and Barclay can talk about things other than work when they’re together. Barclay’s friends also offer information about the Loup Garou. So much, in fact, that Joseph determines there is something much larger than a single monster at play and is able to convince Hayes to let him continue the investigation indefinitely until he finds his answers.

When he gets the okay from his boss, he and Barclay celebrate with a massive dinner on the deck. As the mer hauls himself up out of the water after his final dip he slips, splashing sideways into a muddy patch. By the time Joseph gets them both inside, their skin and clothes are a mess.

“Here, let me rinse us off before I fill the tub for you.” Joseph turns on the shower, awkwardly straddling Barclay’s tail as he reaches to detach the head. He knows the mer is staring at him, his usually gentle gaze gaining an edge the way it always does when Joseph is down to his underwear or swim trunks. It doesn’t bother him; it seems a fair trade off for all the times he’s admired Barclays back and tail as he swam.

He turns, intending to hand the showerhead to the mer, only to lose his footing to a splotch of mud. It’s a graceless landing on his knees and Barclays’s tail, narrowly missing the fresh scar.

“Shit, that was close.”

“No kidding.” Barclay picks up the showerhead, turning it to a softer setting and rinsing off his tail. A teasing edge enters his rumble, “careful, might think you’re looking for ways to keep me here forever.”

“I guarantee none of them involve hurting you” he shuts his eyes as he lets the mer clean his neck. Then snaps them open when Barclay chuckles.

“That mean you have thought of some.”

“Yes. Not, um, not that I’d ever act on them. As much as I love your company, I don’t want you stuck in my tub forever.”

“You just want me to visit every day?”

“Um-”

“Or take you swimming in the evenings?”

“I-”

“Or let me finally watch you shower with my eyes open?” He flicks his tail playfully.

“I’ll admit all those crossed...my...mind.” Time turns to ice as Barclay leads forward, nuzzling his nose before bringing their lips together.

“Crossed mine too. I was so happy when you said you were staying.” He strokes Joseph’s cheek, “there’s so many fucking things I wanna do with you now that I’m getting better.”

“How many of them involve this tub?” Joseph kisses a teasing line across his cheek.

An adoring growl, “Plenty, babe.”

#sternclay #agent stern/Barclay #taz amnesty #mermay #mermay fills

[mistymark]

the boyfriend one. [jaemin]

masterlist // part of the nct as boyfriends series // 1.1k

taeil // taeyong // johnny // doyoung // ten // kun // yuta // winwin // jaehyun // jungwoo // lucas // mark // renjun // jeno // haechan // jaemin // chenle // jisung

the OG boyfriend material

look it up in the dictionary

you will find NA JAEMIN

like we been knew sis

this boy

*deep breath*

IS THE MOST BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND TO EVER BOYFRIEND

can u tell he’s my bias bc I cant breathe

we’re gonna get this out of the way now:

Stares. At. Your. Lips.

a lot

like imagine what he does to jeno,,, and then multiply that by a thousand

especially when he laughs???

like its just a random habit he has

whenever you make a joke or say something dumb he just laughs and his gaze automatically goes to your lips

its never something you've brought up but you've always been curious as to w h y

is So Obvious that he likes you

especially when ur not actually together and ur in the pre-dating // extreme flirting stage

would leave u little notes and buy you small things and send you music he thinks you'd like and was Constantly touching u

like he'd have his arm around your shoulders (bc boy is tall af) but still claim that you're “just friends”

like okay jaemin everyone knows ur in love calm down

walks you home and waits for you to go inside before he leaves just to make sure youre safe

dresses rly well and its enough for your friends to be very kinda jealous

because he’s literally the perfect boy and he just outshines everyone else you know

like catch jaemin winning plushies at arcades and gifting them to you

and then complaining when you don't win him one

or sharing his drinks with you without being asked

and laughs when u splutter at his caffeine overdosed-coffees

and he makes it so obvious that he truly loves you

that it both sickens and makes others jealous

bc when he looks at you his eyes are just filled with love

doesn't cook a lot but when he does its mostly for you

like its enough for other members to comment on him actually cooking for once

its usually things like “wow that's a lot of food,, y/n coming over?”

doesn't talk about u a lot with the members

like he wouldn't bring you up in conversation

but trust he's thinking about u

like someone will mention a new movie that has just hit the cinemas and in his head hes thinking “oh y/n wanted to see that movie”

but he won't say it

has sooo many clothes to give you

like a whole wardrobe of hoodies and sweatshirts that he is Ready To Provide 

when ur going out and u need a jacket he's always throwing his or a hoodie at you the minute you shiver

squishes ur cheeks when u wear ur clothes bc youre so cute

likes it when u surprise him by coming to put ur head in his lap

always buys 2+ facemasks at once bc u bet when he puts one on ur running into the room like wait !!!! me too !!!!!

pouts when u laugh at him for wanting you to put it on for him

hums into your neck when u hug

and u can feel him smile at the sound of your giggles

when u laugh he always steps back and lets u put ur head in his chest

hugs u really tight

you've never had a light hug from Jaemin

he doesnt do that kind of stuff

gets rlly excited abt going shopping with you

picks out clothes he thinks would look good on you but also,,, thinks,, everything,, would look good on u

gives u one AirPod when ur out so u can listen to the same music

holds your hand in cars and on buses and trains

he doesnt know why he likes it so much

his background is a super aesthetic pic of u at the beach bET

like its probably a silhouette

but knowing jaemin his home screen is a super zoomed in pic of ur pre-pubescent self

like maybe u have braces maybe u have zits maybe u look nothing like what you look like now

but he loves that photo so much

also bc he knows you hate showing it to others

so he feels flattered that he gets to see it

and fully plans on exploiting it like the evil genius he is

buys you dumb shit from every country hes been to

for some reason he thinks its hilarious to give you the ugliest keychains he could find in each country

and u both divide them up and hang them from the zippers on ur backpacks

low-key its the only couple thing u sport in public

u don't have matching hoodies or many (intentionally) matching clothes

bc he just gives you his

you bought matching phone cases once but “one of the members” broke it

he tried to get jaehyun and Johnny to glue it back together

they ended up almost super-gluing jaemins phone to the case

he gave up after that

you have jewellery you've bought for each other but they're not exactly matching

so yeah

the only really matching couple things is the ugly keychains

u still really treasure them

ur faves are in a safe place in ur room

one is an ugly fridge-magnet-thick keychain that has a rubber photo frame, with a pic of the two of you inside

sure, youre both pulling ugly faces

but the colourful cartoon Tokyo skyline surrounding the picture makes it better

when hes gone he makes playlists for you

and hell text you when hes added to it

makes u those playlists that just have a message in the song titles

like “hey” “I miss you” “and” “I fucking love you” “butt” “I know you” “stole my shirt” “asshole”

- a playlist he made after he facetimed you and saw you wearing one of his shirts

he left it there for you !! he gave it to you !!!

but will he recognise this fact? no

will 100% ditch the other members for u

in the sense of PDA

like jisungs cheeks might be his focus one moment but the second ur cheeks puff out while youre eating

hes over in a flash poking and prodding your face

the biggest shit-eating grin on his face 

renjun groans every time bc he busts out the aegyo voice

OH BUT IF YOU DID AEGYO

ironically or to make him do something fr you

hes Fully Gone

screaming

raising his arms

falling to the floor

like

how can

you be

so

c UT E

you can always bring a smile to his face

all in all ur relationship is so pure

so so so so so so pure

100000/10 for boyfriend jaemin

#na jaemin #na jaemin boyfriend #boyfriend!jaemin #nct as boyfriends #nct boyfriend series #jt series: boyfriends #jaemin #Nct Dream as boyfriends #nct dream #nct 127 #Nct Dream fluff #nct fluff #nct soft #Nct Dream soft #Nct Dream imagines #nct imagines #Nct Dream as #boyfriend!nct #boyfriend!nct dream

[lucasseliott]

answer 17 questions & tag 17 people you want to know better!

@mirroroferisedx and @eliottdemmaury tagged me in two slightly different versions of this, so i’m gonna merge the questions together, saves me repeating myself... actually it’s now 23 questions but it’s fineee

nickname: a lot people say luc (c like an s sound) but it’s not my fave so lucy is fine thanks!

zodiac sign: aquarius

height: 172cm (5′6)

favourite flower: this is a hard one maybe orchids?

nationality: british

favourite season: autumn

hogwarts house: slytherin 

last thing i googled: ‘172cm in feet’ (lol), before that i was googling to see if greggs (the bakery, BEST SAUSAGE ROLLS IN THE WORLD) is available on justeat near me, alas, it is not and that means my lazy arse has to walk to get them still smh

song stuck in my head: spirit in the sky - norman greenbaum, don’t have an actual clue why it’s in my head, haven’t even listened to it, it’s just there atm

following and followers: this blog 2249, my main blog 339, and i’m following 306 rn

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee is the devil drink, love a tea in the morning and a hot chocolate in the evening

dream trip: new york, and also finland and iceland, so i can say i’ve visited all the scandinavian countries!

favorite colour: anything on like the pink/red/rose gold spectrum

amount of sleep i get: i tryyyyy and get 8hrs, probs nearer 6hrs tbh

lucky number(s): i don’t think i have one so i’ll put 13 

dream job: well i studied digital tv production at uni and i currently still work in a cinema, which has been like five years, and i wanna leave but not really sure what i wanna do so haven’t applied for anything lol. my friend reckons i would be a good copyrighter cause i’m p apt with social media and am v organised so maybe that??? but who knows what’s gonna happen, catch me still working at the same cinema for another five years lol

wearing: grey lounge bottoms and a grey t-shirt with a geometric outline of a bear, much comfy

favourite fictional characters: lucas lallement (skam france), david rose (schitts creek), jamie fraser (outlander), mickey milkovich (shameless), harley quinn (dc comics), nick & charlie (heartstopper), aaron sugden-dingle (emmerdale), pusheen!, groot!, the cheshire cat!, and like a shit tonne more...

cats or dogs: cats

favorite songs: anything by twenty one pilots, bastille, the wombats, two door cinema club. the last song i added to my liked songs playlist on spotify is: like gravity by blossoms

instruments: i used to play the tenor horn (like a mini tuba) in school, got to grade 4 and everything, i also played the cornet and the saxophone for a mini amount of time as well, not all at once though hahaha. i did play the drums at a school concert once that was fun, axel and i can have a drum battle...

random facts: spotify just told me i’m in the top 2% of listeners of twenty one pilots worldwide, i’ll take that thank you. i collect funko pop vinyls i have well over 250 atm, my latest one is dobby! i’m going to see dear evan hansen tomorrow! @alterchelou got front row tickets and im so hypeeeeeeee. 

aesthetic: massive piles of unread books, vinyl records, the asexual flag, bomber jackets, skinny jeans, vans/converse, popcorn, ticket stubs (i never know how to describe myself as an aesthetic lol)

i’ll tag: @chelou-mecs-in-love, @mickey-milkovich @srodvlv, @isakvaltrsen, @alterchelou, @lallemants, @lallemanting, @solo-silenzio, @earthlingdriesen, @jebentnietalleen, @lifeisevak, @feathered-minds, @kikimachwitz, @thebestoftimes, @elus, @eliottamoureux, @livvyblxckthxrn

(i linked both versions of this up above, if you would rather not my extended edition lol)

#tagged #im back home from work and can finally answer these questions hahaha #if youve been tagged already sorry

[fancycakedragon]

Yellow Dress

Ben Hardy X Reader

Warning(s): none

A/N: Just wanted a piece with my fave blondie.

Masterlist

"(Y/N) as fun as it sounds," Ben said speaking into his phone, "wouldn't you have more fun dress shopping with your friends, or the bridemaids?"

You had called minutes ago asking him to join you so you could have a second opinion on which dress to buy for your cousin's wedding.

You sighed the sound being picked up, "We kept rescheduling the day to go together cause of my work but when I was finally free I got sick. So I just told the girls to go buy their dresses without me."

"I honestly don't think I know enough to help," Ben said nervously.

"Just tell me if it looks good or not and we'll survive. Before you say no just think of me giving you the face," you teased.

Ben chuckled but he was already imagining your eyes staring at him pathetically and your bottom lip pouting. That expression always got him to give into you.

You met Ben when he became your maths tutor in University. The two of you found yourselve's spending time together after studying and easily slid into a comfortable friendship and later became best friends.

"I hate you," he muttered only for you to cheer.

"Meet me downtown in thirty minutes."

The two of you had gone through a number of boutiques and stores without you even having ancidea of what you wanted. You kept insiting that you'd know it when you saw it but Ben was getting tired.

Ben groaned as he followed you into another store, "I'm saying this because I love you, you're overthinking this. Just get something nice so I can sit down."

"Fine, if we don't find anything here I'll just wear something I already have," you said feeling yourself slowly start to give up.

Thats when you saw the beautiful dress, hanging on a rack among others. "Ooh, look at this one. Think I'd look good in it?"

Ben tilted his head at it, "Why dont you try it?"

You picked your size and went into the fitting room to try it. The dress was a deep mustard yellow starting off with a plunging sweetheart neckline. The top section was covered with a delicate lace pattern stopping at the top of your waist. The rest was a pleated skirt that fell down past your mid thigh. You stood as your reflection looked back at you. Ben came behind you hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing smile.

You smiled back, "This is it. We can go celebrate with drinks now, you're buying of course."

"Why am I buying?"

"Cause I did last time, plus you got that Hollywood money," you joked.

Ben shook his head chuckling.

"Just let me change and pay for this," you located the tag, "How much is- oh shit!"

"What, what's wrong with it?!"

"This dress is worth two paychecks. Fuck me, I can't afford this," you let out a puff of air.

Ben lifted a shoulder, "I can."

Your head snapped to look at him, "No."

"What, why not?"

"Because, I dont want you to. I'll wait for it to go on sale."

"By then the wedding will already have happened. C'mon it's not like I'm taking out a loan or anything. I got that hollywood money, baby," he said with a raised brow and confident smirk.

You laughed pushing at his chest, "Stop."

"Just let me buy you this one dress, think of it as an early birthday present?"

You chewed on you lip before nodding, "Fine but I'll have to pay you back."

~~~~~

You'd managed to get Ben as your plus one. Since he was well accuainted with your family the wedding had been a great time. He was catching up with some family members of your while you went off to dance during the reception.

You saw an elderly man tapping his foot watching everyone else dance from his seat. If you could remember correctly he was your cousin's, wife's great uncle. You approached him with a smile, "Hey Uncle Mike, wanna dance."

He shook his head politely, "Not unless the DJ plays something from this century."

You laughed before cupping your hands over your mouth and bellowing in the direction of the DJ, "Play something from this century!" Ok so you were a little buzzed but who cared, it was a wedding.

The DJ looked at you and replied with a finger gun in your direction. The next song began and you looked back at Mike. "Sounds current, let's hit the dance floor."

Mike chortled getting up carefully and following you. You easly slipped into the song's rhythm moving along with Mike. You dress shone the fabric catching the lights cascading from the chandalier.

Ben smiled seeing you enjoying yourself. No one ever pushed you two to be more than friends but sometimes he wondered what it would have been like to be college sweethearts. The idea dissipated when Ben got more serious with his acting and was gone for months at a time, only seeing you at random weeks.

With the song coming to an end he saw Mike tilting his head in his direction. You looked over and saw Ben's gaze on you. After a quick exchange you gave the man a kiss on the cheek and went over to your friend.

With a cheeky grin you held out your hand for him, "Don't even think about saying "no"."

~~~~~

You were quickly putting on your shoes and jacket as you prepared to leave.

Ben was lounging on your couch when he asked, "Where's the date again?"

You looked up at him briefly, "I'm gonna be having dinner at some high end michelin star restaurant."

Ben pressed his lips together trying to push down his disappointment. He could take you to dinner, hell he'd take you anywhere if you asked. But you never did, so he sat there admiring the way that yellow dress followed your curves. Damn you were too good to be true sometimes.

"Don't stay up, and lock my door. G'night," you said before rushing out of the apartent.

You sat at the restaurant waiting for your date. Your fifteen minute wait became half an hour then two. The entire time you were holding off the waitress assuring her someone else was coming knowing deep down you'd been stood up. It wasn't until you got a notification on your phone that your resolve broke. The person that was supposed to be having dinner with you had posted an instagram video of them partying it up in a yatch. You couldn't even begin to fathom the heartlessness and idiocy of one person. Pressing your lips together you got the waitresses attention getting your check.

When you got home you hastily tried to unlock your door in order to avoid seeing Ben. His apartment was only three doors down and he had a habit of catching while you were at your door.

You were about to run into the safety of your home when you heard his voice, "Y/N, How was the date?"

"Got stood up, going to bed," you mumbled.

Ben reached for your arm, "Hey,are you ok, do you want to talk?"

You shook your head so lightly it was barely noticable, "Maybe tomorrow when it's not so fresh."

"Ok," he said with an understanding nod, "Well I got some take out from No More Mr. Rice Guy. There's some extra in here for you."

"Really?" the grumbling in your stomach signaled a need to be sated.

Ben chuckled, "C'mon, I was about to binge watch Good Omens."

With a new gleam in your eye you kicked of your shoes and slipped out of your jacket you following him into his apartment.

~~~~~

Ben had made a point to tell you what that yellow dress did to him before the two of you left. You would have been significantly late if you hadn't stopped him the moment his fingers traced your shoulder blades, reaching for the zipper.

Everyone was laughing at a story that Joe was telling. You had all gathered together for an intimate cocktail dinner. The conversations were light and everyone around the table was in a relaxed state you rarely saw in them.

A long time back you had noticed Ben liked having some sort of contact with you. And when you started dating it was amped up. An arm around your shoulder or waist, his knees touching yours, his head on your shoulder, and most often a hand on your thigh.

So it wasn't unusual when his hand landed there. Your worry only began to grow when you felt it travel higher. You pressed your lips together as his index finger pressed against your clit. The others didn't seem to notice anything but you worried the sudden pounding in your heart was so loud it could be heard by the people in the next house.

He gently patted the inside of your thigh and legs moved apart enough to give his hand more room.

Without removing his attention away from the conversration Ben moved your underwear aside dipping his finger into your sopping core. He moved finger in and out torturously slow making sure to rub your clit as well only making you crave more.

"Oh god," you whispered breathelessly. The talking died down with eveyone turning to you.

Ben's hand slowed to a stop, "Anything the matter?"

You let out a nervous laugh, "Nothing just remembered I have a report I need to have done for work."

Picking up your drink and downing the rest of it you pushed away from the table making Ben retract his hand quickly, "We're leaving. Now."

~~~~~

You stared at the remaining mud covered dress now in tatters. 

"What happeped?" you asked in a strained whisper looking at the six year old before you.

Your son shrugged looking down at his feet, "I saw it on the bed. And when you wear it it looks so pretty. So, so-" his sniffles took over as tears began to spill from his eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Frankie was gonna take it and I tried to to g-g-get it back! Then she ran outside and you told me not to go in the rain and I'm really really sorry! Don't be angry!" Your son's sobs had his shoulders shaking. 

"Evan, baby, It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes," you dropped the dress and pulled his shaking form to you trying to soothe his cries. 

Evan wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, "Are you angry with me?" 

You sighed shaking your head, "I'm sad because it was my favorite. But I'll be fine. Just be more careful, ok?" You smiled down at him wiping down his tears.

Evan nodded vigorously still trying to calm down.

"Evan, where are you little bean? We gotta get ready," Ben called coming into your room. When he enter he assesed the scene his brows pulling together in worry. Then his eyes saw the dress, "What..."

Your eyes flitted to it for a second, "Don't worry about it." You thought back to all the memories one cut of yellow fabric held. The fun times, the heartache, the moment you realized Ben was who you wanted to go through life with you, all of it. But holding your child you knew you couldn't dwell on it. There were more memories to be made.

Ben kneeled next you giving you kiss. "You know I still have that hollywood money," he mumbled against your lips.

You giggled, "Are you ever going to let that go?" 

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[cryptidofthekeys]

May I present to you- the babs

Okay so let me start off by saying I legit worked on these guys ALL day yesterday, mind you a few breaks of course! even then uhh breaks... didnt do me much good... my arm hurt like a b i t c h- but im super proud- god, just, these babs are gonna be fun to write with ....eventually- not now- god no- arm machine broke- I’ll put this under a keep reading btw so it aint too much a hassle

Names: Ashton (Ashton is the Sniper), Vincent (Vincent is the Spy and he's the leader of the group), and finally Erwin (he's the Medic) | Nicknames: Ash, Vin (Ash loves to call him Vinny much to his dismay but eh he'll be fine), and Erwin doesn't really have any nicknames he cares for tbh- just call him by his name | Genders: Male | Species/Race: Androids/Robots | Heights: Ashton is 8'7", Vincent is 9'5" making him the tallest of the group, and Erwin is only 5'0" making him the shortest of our lovely little group here | Hair Colors: Ashton's hair color (not that'll ye'll see much of it, he usually keeps his hat on) but his hair color is: Hickory Brown and honestly its just super messy underneath that hat, Vincent's hair is Pitch Black and slicked back, annnd finally Erwin's hair is dyed a: Mint Green (his hair is a Messy Undercut style) | Eye Colors: Ashton's is an Icy Blue, Vincent's is Imperial Red, and Erwin has heterochromia, his eyes are a light pastel blue and a Mint Green color | Appearances: Let's start off with Ashton bc why not, first off I gotta say- despite what the normal tf2 bots look like, these babs ACTUALLY look like r e a l mercs, real people, there's only a few ways to tell their androids and that's by looking closely at their open wounds which I'll get to all their prominent wounds in a moment, first up... Ashton usually wears punk-like clothing, or something similar- he has leather jackets with TONS of spikes on them, gloves with spikes on them, pants with the chains that hang down and don't forget them sweet sweet combat boots, he also tends to wear some of those face masks, most of the ones he owns has sharp teeth patterns on it but one in particular that he owns has eyes all over it (all of them are black, his clothing is either black or just REALLY dark colors in general) However, when Vincent and them aren't doing business stuff or whatever, he usually wears again, its mostly dark clothing but he doesn't give a shit what he wears like, t-shirts, tank-tops, whatever- that's when you can PROPERLY see his wounds and this android has a TON of them, v e r y open wounds that expose tons of wiring and robotic-y insides as well, so many various parts, so many w i r e s... just o o f- oh and for all of them I'll say they ALL have facial hair, Ashton has a circle beard, Vincent has a short boxed beard, and Erwin's is REALLY just stubble to get that out of the way, ahem- anyways, Ashton actually DOES have sharp teeth, a few rows of them actually. Now... Onto big boss man Vincent, Vincent is a fancy man for sure, fitting considering he's supposed to be an android/robot of the Spy, like Ashton, he H A T E S bright colored clothing but its for different reasons aside from bright ones just being irritating to look at, it also messes with his sensors actually, he's the only one out of the group who has that problem- the other's sensors aren't bothered at all by bright clothing, anyways- Vincent usually wears dark colored suits, not just black n brown though he has MULTIPLE options, dark red, dark blue, etc- I could go on- he has a LOT of fancy clothing, even his s h o e s are fancy, oh and uh he wears the typical leather gloves and that balaclava/ski mask lookin thing ya know the usual spy attire there blah blah, he also sometimes wears fedoras or some sorta fancy hat n stuff, unlike Ashton he doesn't have rows of razor bladed teeth, his teeth are just- normal tbh but that doesn't make him any less dangerous- he has a few wounds actually, one on his back that reveals some robotic parts and has a few wires sticking out although it doesn't seem to bother him too much, a has a really large stab wound on his chest that has some wires sticking out of there as well and reveals some rather serious looking parts- this one actually bothers him a little bit but he tries his damnedest to keep it hidden. and finally... Erwin, he usually wears pastel clothing with cute designs on them long sleeved t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, etc- even his p a n t s are pastel colors! He does try to make sure the pastels aren't TOO bright or anything, he doesn't want Vincent's sensors to malfunction nor does he want to irritate his friends! He has TONS of openings that'd reveal a BUNCH of tattered wires, its a wonder he's even still functional at this point, a lot of his parts and wires are tattered and not in a VERY good condition, but he doesn't seem to let it stop him! His voice box is a little... messed up but he's still fully intelligible, sometimes it DOES make him stutter, sometimes it cuts out completely but he always somehow finishes his sentences in the end even if he has to start over, he's self conscious about his voice box messing up sometimes and he's DEFINITELY self conscious about all the scars he has over him, its partially why he wears hoodies/sweaters the MOST out of all the other clothing, he doesn't want people to see all his tattered wires n scars! He does have four prominent canines but other than that, his teeth are relatively like a normal human's. oh and as a bonus he usually wears circle glasses, it CAN technically help improve his vision a bit more but also they look cute so he loves them shh. | Personalities: Ashton's up first, now I will say even tho their robots and technically powerhouses compared to humans ANYWAYS- he IS the true powerhouse of the group, the b r u t e- BUT he's not all brawn and no brains, he's not stupid by any means even if he can act like a punk or cold rude bitch, he has a l o t of intelligence in fact- and he uses that to his advantage for sure, he's not entirely a cold rude bitch- to his friends he's relatively well, friendly and nice- even if he does mess with them sometimes- he loves to get on Vincent's nerves the most because he finds it funny mostly, but he knows when to stop so he doesn't take things too far, Erwin... messing with him can be... difficult, he uh- its not that he CANT do it, he can! He TOTALLY can its just... listen, shut up- Spy's his fave to mess with- He absolutely hates humanity, their creators especially more so- if he ever saw em or hell humans in general when he sees em- it always takes e v e r y t h i n g in his power to hold himself back from tearing them to shreds, he wouldn't even w a n t to use a gun against them despite being based off a Sniper, he'll take them apart with his strength and teeth alone if he REALLY wants! After all, making them suffer first would bring him such joy, he's not evil, none of them REALLY are, but I'll explain that all in side facts, for now (tl;dr: Ashton gets along quite well with his friends even if he messes with Vincent a lot and gets on his nerves, in fact that's when you'll see him a bit more cheerier than he usually is, now... towards humans or whatever, he's a g g r e s s i v e- he'll strike them down then and there if Vincent gives him the command, but even if he c a n t, he'll still be cold or rude to em at the very least, terrify them a little bit even- he does NOT like humans at all whatsoever) Vincent... as I've stated, he's the leader of the group, he's DEFINITELY got the perfect personality to be a leader for sure, first off he has MAJOR confidence- he's a super confident dude, he REALLY kinda has to be- after all, his role was the leader of this little group- it was forced upon him so he decided to go along with it- they wanted him to be leader so he'll fulfill that position but if he e v e r gets a hold of them their gonna wish they hadn't e v e r done what they did, he DOES have some narcissistic tendencies but its nothing TOO major, he can be suave and gentlemanly but that part is usually just an act to trick people, he plays nice and makes them think he's trustworthy and then that's when they strike, its a m a z i n g to him how naive and so trusting humanity can be, he can't w a i t to get his hands on their creators, what a f u n day that'll be! Now he's not all big and bad, he can be nice to his friends- he does have a bit of snark and sass but its all in good fun, he mostly keeps it directed towards Ashton but sometimes he'll dish out some snark or sass towards Erwin ...he seems oblivious to that part tbh- but he... even though he doesn't show it a LOT he does care about them a lot, they've been there for him ever since the day they were first created, he absolutely loathes and despises humans- he always uses an act to just lure them to either their death OR, to a little interrogation room where he tries to find out if they know a n y t h i n g about their creator, I mean either way they do kinda die in the end so it really doesn't matter and finally Erwin, he's... a lot nicer than the other two, he doesn't hold a grudge towards his creators nor especially not to humanity, not ALL of them are as bad as Vincent and Ashton think surely... not that he'd ever tell them he doesn't hold grudges or whatever, he's worried he'd ruin their plans or worse, make them mad at him- so he pretends to hate humans when their around, he's actually helped his fair sure of humans escape from the others as well, now sure he DID try and ask a few of them about the creator, when they said they knew nothing he managed to lead them safely away without the others detecting them, now I won't say he's ALWAYS been lucky- sometimes the other two... catch him in the act and he almost had something equivalent to an a n x i e t y attack when they caught him but he played it off by telling them he saw this human wandering around and he also tried to play it off like he interrogated them and they knew nothing about the creators, but of course they uh... wanted to... "take care" of the human for him and he couldn't risk arguing against they'd suspect too much bc he's never been one for killing or whatever (despite being a version of a Medic lmao), there's been a lot of those times where he's felt so guilty for letting them take the human... They didn't know anything, they didn't even seem bad, why kill them? He knows their angry, they want revenge but something seems wrong... but, he'd n e v e r go against his friends, no matter how he feels- they've been there for him through thick and thin and he cares a LOT about them despite this (p much he's a good boy, he can get nervous/anxious sometimes, he just... wants his friends to be happy and rest easy really, he cares a lot about them despite all they do, he's deeply afraid if they find out what he's done or that he doesn't have grudges, etc- that they'll be a n g r y with HIM) | Side Facts: Alright, so... the best run down I can give is this... They didnt really wanna be created in the first place BUT they tolerated it- like ok chill, we gotta tolerate existing now- but then like they were pretty much abandoned bc they were discontinued, bc the tf2 bots look like actual robots, im making these guys more like androids as you already know im sure- closer resemblances to the actual human mercs n shit- but ANYWAYS- something happened and they didnt want to continue making androids like them so the three of them got left behind and of course were thought to be shut down but surprise surprise, their still active, their still out there and their. fucking. l i v i d- first they didnt really wanna exist in the first place, ok they could chill out bout that bc they learned to deal with it BUT- N O W their being discontinued? They dont even have a full t e a m!! its bullshit so now their a wee bit- okay no they are absolutely fucking livid at the creators and humanity in general- except, as you know- Erwin can't hold grudges or anything- he doesnt think ALL humans are bad or at least he hopes their not, but either way- Vincent and Ashton p much feel hatred n coldness towards the creators and humanity. | AU: So a best bud of mine suggested since I had like t w o really good ideas for these lads and couldnt use both of them bc it'd like conflict with many things, to make an AU outta the second idea- I- honestly gotta thank em for fuckin reminding me that AUs are a t h i n g that e x i s t s- but anyways, this AU is basically where Ashton, Vincent, and Erwin died and the respawn, sorta... well broke for em, dont know why or how but it just did, so they died for reals and just... their souls wandered the earth for a bit until they found the bodies of these robots and decided to possess them p much, and now since they died for real- they REALLY wanna return the favor to the ones who killed em (of course, not gonna tell who that was e x a c t l y not yet anyways), I will say their personalities will probably differ from canon a LITTLE bit in this regard, like their still- well in this AU their MORE vengeful than they could EVER be in canonverse- even Erwin in this AU is vengeful, only towards those who did em wrong of course. and with a conversation I had with my partner, there was more expansion that happened, essentially- it was questions of the teammates and what'd happen there (thank you darling, I appreciate this bc this just gave the AU more expansion that I really wasnt just thinking bout on my own), bc if they didnt go back to their teammates they'd be without the supports and ahem, the medic- but anyways, if they did wwweeeellll... their team wouldn't EXACTLY recognize it as them, to them its just potential enemy bots that they need to dispose of orrr at least run off, and that's what they'd definitely do at first, now I will say, there's the chance oh Idk, Erwin interacts with the Heavy (listen... I dont have canon names for this team... im- im too tired to figure it out rn for all the team sdjkajdj they will have to wait for awhile) but Erwin and the Heavy were VERY good close friends, and Erwin could show him that, he's... well, his best bud- they ALL had certain things they used to do or say to their teammates- and ya know if Erwin proved that to Heavy- he'd- well, a lotta emotions would be running wild in that case, of course im getting a head of myself- I should have clarified, bc the team k n o w s the others died and weren't respawning which of course they absolutely tried to deny- they'd be back soon ....yeeaahh they werent, and like now they do find it suspicious these three bots showed up that are designed like the supports but they'd never go that far to say its their dead teammates possessing these... robots, that's a little far-fetched for them. So unless Erwin goes and tries to convince his best friend, who knows what'll happen- oh and I'll also say, aside from the personalities- the actual human versions of Ashton, Vincent, and Erwin would look a LITTLE different- they still wear the same clothes n have similar features, they have scars but those don't reveal tattered wires since their humans you know, and their eye colors- Ashton's eyes are Cobalt Blue, Erwin's eyes are baby blue, and Vincent's eyes are a Caramel Brown, they also don't have those sharp teeth or fangs- oh and their heights are different, Ashton is 6'4", Vincent is 6'8", annnd Erwin- eh he's the same height the bots of course, still retain the same look as in canonverse however so try not to get too confused by different appearances!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #team fortress 2 oc #tf2 sniper oc #tf2 medic oc #tf2 spy oc #im super proud of the babies- #my arm machine broke tho #my ocs #original characters

[cncobby]

Fluffy ABC’s series: Joel

happy new years my loves! i hope 2019 is good to all of us (its still 2019 in california but eh close enought)

so this is a new series (maybe) that i’m thinking of starting!! i got inspo while browsing through tumblr and i saw a couple other fandom writers for marvel do this so I wanted to do it for Joel at least bc he my baby but if you guys like this i’m thinking of doing it for the rest of the boys?? lmk what you think!!

i thrive on positive (or any) feedback so hearing what you guys think motivates me and lets me know how i’m doing so i can write more!!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

For you its definitely his hair, you love running your hand through his curls and playing with his hair while you guys are all cuddled up. He loves your smile, the way it lights up the room when he makes you laugh and how your nose scrunches up just slightly when one of the boys tells a bad joke.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

He most DEF wants a family with you. We know homeboy wants seven (why this specific number I have NO idea) but he always daydreams about this all the time. Sometimes you guys will just be sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching Netflix or something when he’ll suddenly be like “so when we have kids do I have any say in their names?” And you’re jokingly like “boy who told you I’m giving you kids” he’s like “um duh we’re having seven. Three girls and four boys ... We’ll have to buy a big house since they’re not gonna wanna share when they’re older.” 

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Like a fucking koala. Literally wraps you around him like a blanket. His head below yours so you can play with his curls. This is his favorite when you guys are lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, or just waking up. He’ll hold you against his body if you try to leave “five more minutes baby, then we’ll get up”

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

They're super lowkey, but that doesn’t mean they’re anything less than special. You both love nights in since he doesn’t get to spend much time at home with you, so any chance you guys get to cuddle up and catch up on tv while eating your fave foods is always a good time. Its also a good idea so you guys don’t end up getting mobbed/bombarded by fans or paparazzi. Even though most of your dates are at home, he goes out of his way to make them special and surprises you every time. Whether it be ordering food from you favorite restaurant, or hiring a private chef, or sprinkling rose petals on the floor, he knows exactly how to bring a smile to your face.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my sunshine.” He always compares your smile to the sun. 

“Why do you always say I’m like the sun?” 

“Because you’re the biggest star in my solar system” 

“that was so cheesy” 

“yeah but you love it”

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

I feel like it’d be super random and unexpected, like he was having a bad day so you spammed him with goofy pictures and videos and he just felt his heart burst with this overwhelming amount of fondness for you. He looked at your face with that stupid filter on it and just thought at how sad he’d be if he wasn’t able to see that everyday.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

I feel like during sex he’d def be more the slow and sensual type. He loved taking his time with you and seeing all the different sounds and expressions you made when he’d kiss you in certain places. Not to say he wouldn’t be rough at certain times, but I feel like he’s the more gentle love making type.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He likes to hold your hands, but a lot of the time he’ll grip your waist while your arm is slung around his. He likes the closeness of this since he doesn’t get to walk around like this with you all the time.

I = Impression: first impression/s

So you were a low-key super fan of them, like running a blog about them super fan but when you saw him randomly at a coffee shop you were like “oh fuck do I ask him for a picture?? Do I respect his privacy?? WHAT DO I DO” but u ended up like just sitting there and not picking any solutions. 

He saw you sitting there alone and was like hooooly who that be. A part of him hoped that you recognized him and were a fan and wanted a picture so that you’d come a talk to him but after he stood around for a few minutes he was like “fuck she has no clue who I am” so as he was walking towards you someone accidentally ran into him and his drink spilled. All . Over . Your . shirt. You were like “holy fuck” and his brain went into panic mode and was like omg I’m so sorry are you ok?? Here take my jacket and legit stripped off his jacket and put it around you.  

And then it was like a really awkward period where you were like silent and petrified and he was panicking bc “oh fuck i spilled a drink on the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” But then you eventually were like “...well this wasn’t how I was gonna ask my favorite singer for a picture, but...” And he feels such relieft bc OMG she doesnt hate me. You end up getting your picture (and his number!!) and leave smelling like coffee, but with a cute new hoodie and potential boyfriend.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

He’s not that big of a prankster. The only reoccurring prank he does is surprise you by showing up randomly at your work/school/house when he’s supposed to be on tour. He prob tells super corny jokes ESPECIALLY when you’re having a bad day so you smile at how bad they are.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lots of quick smooches, one quirk is that he loves to kiss the back of your hand. Every so often, he’ll steal your breath with a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

Well after he realized that you were a fan he knew that you loved him but you were afraid to say it too early out of fear that he’d think it was just fangirl admiration. You don’t officially say it until he does, but he hears you whisper to it after you thought he had fallen asleep.  

M = Memory:  their favourite moment together

When he brought you home to his family for the first time, and you just fit. His mom loved you (thank god you were both freaking out over this) and his brothers instantly bonded with you as if you were their sister. His brothers teased him to no end, but were happy they finally had a sister to love and care for.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? 

He looooves spoiling you. But not only materialistically, even though he loves to buy you gifts. He knows you prefer smaller more meaningful gifts than extravagant ones, so he’ll always buy things with your name on it from all the countries he visits, or sends you one of his hoodies with his cologne sprayed on top so it’s like he’s home with you.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half

For some reason, he has a habit of buying you things that are yellow. Once you asked him why, and he said  that it reminded him of your smile, the way you light up a room when you laugh or giggle. Also goes along with how he says you’re his sunshine.

P = Petnames: what pet names do they use?

Lots of babe/baby, especially when he’s whining for your attention. 

“hey babe what hat should i wear?”

“baby come cuddle with me”

“look at how cute you are look at how cuuuute my baby is”

He calls you angel on certain occasions, like if you’re mad at him or when you’re having a bad day and he’s trying to cheer you up.

“angel whats wrong?”

“i’m sorry angel, you know I didn’t mean it like that”

“look angel!! this is how happy you make me”

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves black and white silent movies. You guys will often call/facetime each other and watch these movies together, making stupid comments throughout the movie to each other.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You guys loved to cook/bake on rainy days. Lots of reenacting scenes from your favorite musicals and doing lots of duets of your favorite songs together. (This results in lots of burned cookies)

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Lots of times he’ll just call you because he’s on tour and will go on a long rant about whatever’s bothering him. But if he’s there with you, you’ll instantly be able to tell if he’s upset bc he’ll just look really pouty and in those times the thing he loves is when you lay his head down on your lap and just gives him a scalp massage while asking whats bothering him.

T = Talking: What do they love to talk about/hear you talk about?

He really likes it when you talk about school/your job because although he loves his life sometimes its nice to feel like a normal person. He likes to talk about all the dumb shennanigans the boys do when on tour and all the beautiful places he’s seen. 

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Sounds corny and predictable, but singing. He loves doing covers of all songs, and when he’s feeling stressed he likes to cuddle and serenade you.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

He loves to show off your couple pics to all the boys. They often find him just scrolling through his photo albums looking at the pictures you guys took together. “Look guys, look how photogenic we are.” “Bro we know you’ve shown us that picture like a million times”

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

It was about two years after you guys started dating, and you were talking to him about which job offer to take, the current job you had allowed you to travel with him if you wanted to go on tour with him, but the new job you were offered was a definite step up from the one you had, but wouldn’t give you as much freedom. He obviously wanted you to take that one, but you were worried that it’d put a strain on your relationship since you wouldn’t be seeing each other that often and your trust issues started to creep into your mind when all of a sudden he was like “Well would being married make you feel better?” 

And you’re like “…did you just” 

A smirk starts to creep up on his face, “Did I just ask you to marry me? I think so, what do you think angel? Wanna get hitched?” 

You low-key wanna smack that smug smirk off his face but you’re too stunned and just nod. “Yeah I’ll marry you dork” 

Later you guys are cuddling after you ‘celebrated’ your engagement and you’re like ... “You do know your mom is gonna kill you for proposing like this though” and he’s like “FUCK you right”

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Sun and Moon from Miss Saigon. The lyrics represented your relationship so well, and you’d always ask him to sing this to you if you weren’t able to fall asleep

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

He’s a dork so he’d prob make some corny joke like 

“You’re the bomb to my diggity” 

The boys overhear him say that to you and are like bro PLEASE never say that again

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

We know his family already has three dogs so I’m sure he’d get another dog! Especially to keep you company when he’s away on tour or doing band stuff!! Bonus scene: I can so see him coming home randomly like “…I got us another dog” and you’re like 

“JOEL WE TALKED ABOUT THIS” 

“ok listen but I went to go get more dog food and he just looked SO SAD”

i hope you guys like it!! its longer than most of my headcannosn and is a different style but i had so much fun writing this and its dear to my heart so show her some love <3

#cnco #cncowners #cncowner #cnco imagines #cnco fanfic #joel pimentel #christopher velez #richard camacho #erick brian colon #cnco headcanon #fluffy abc's

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When We Were Young (TS/Future, Zig x Chris)

This fanfic was requested by a lovely Anon a few time ago (sorry it took me so long Nonny!)...and here’s what I came up with! I followed the angsty path combining two of the given prompts but added a “sad ‘looking back’ note” as the inspiration for this fic came from Adele’s song (no judgment, I madly love that woman even if she tears my heart apart every single time) When We Were Young. Hope you like it, especially you lovely Nonny!

Years after their graduation, nostalgia brings Chris back to Northbridge for the weekend and there, by chance, he meets Zig, who has a question for him.

Prompts used: “Do you regret it?” + “People are staring”

Warning: brief mention to (ugly, stupid) homophobia. I would have gladly cut it off but...well, I hope you’ll see why I decided to add it after much deliberation :/ Hope it will raise some awareness during this Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈

Word Count: 2281

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Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before we realized We were sad of getting old It made us restless

This would do, Zig mentally repeated to himself going through the notes on his laptop. He took a sip of his coffee: his supervisor asked him to hold a seminar starting the following week so he spent the weekend at his fave cafè typing and working hard on it.

He ran a hand through his hair and absentmindedly threw a look at the door totally not expecting what he was about to see.

A man who looked oddly familiar despite the sporty baseball hat and the sunglasses he was wearing was signing autographs to a bunch of students. He looked more carefully at the object of the fans' adoration and...

No way, it can't be!, he laughed to himself. Chris.

After a couple of selfies, the now top star football player quickly hugged his fans and politely headed towards the counter where a barista was already waiting for him, smiling brightly.

"Hm, hi! Can I have a bagel and a long black?"

"Of course! Take away?" the girl immediately wrote down his order.

"No, I'll sit here, thanks!"

"Coming right up, Captain! Take a seat, I'll bring it to you in no time!" the girl beamed, flashing him another smile before moving to the coffee machine.

Chris tapped his fingers on the counter as he looked for a place to seat. That's when he noticed someone nodding at him.

"Well well, if that's not our infamous Captain America!"

Chris’ face instantly brightened up as he recognized the young man waving at him from a table nearby. He would have recognized that signature leather jacket and white shirt anywhere.

“Zig!”

He walked closer and pulled into a hug.

"Long time no see, man! How are you doing?" Zig asked before gesturing to take a seat.

"Doing fine, enjoying a day off. What about you? What are you working on?" Chris gestured to the laptop the Ph.D. student was now moving to the side of the table.

Zig briefly filled him in with the details about his current job. Then he looked at his old friend and sighed.

"Man, it's been a while. You missed the reunion Abbie organized last month"

"Yeah, and I'm really sorry about it. We had an important match and-"

"And you had to set your priorities straight, I get it. Don't worry, we understood"

Chris grimaced for a moment but did his best to bring his smile back.

"But Kaitlyn sent me a ticket for her next concert at the Indio Music Festival"

"Yeah, she brought one for everyone at the party. It was nice of her: it sounds cool"

"Are you going? It'd be nice if we all go like in the old days" Chris cheered, genuinely excited by the new scenario.

"I think it would..."

"Just like that summer we all went to the Aurora Festival, remember?" the Captain continued, totally enraptured by the memories of the past.

"How could I forget traveling in Zack's van? With no air conditioning? In Texas?" Zig chuckled.

"Oh my God, I removed that from my memory!" Chris laughed. "And when Zack and Hayley went stage diving during the Domesticated Antelope's performance?"

"That was glorious, man! And did you remember when..."

Story after story they walked down a memory lane: Abbie's first exhibition, the time when they renovated Vasquez's house, their first match together... They barely acknowledged the waitress who delivered Chris' order and a new steamy mug of coffee to Zig, they were so caught in the conversation.

It was as if the time stopped and the world around them faded away. It was as if they turned back time and they were just younger Chris and Zig at Hartfeld cafeteria.

When they were younger and closer. Closer than most people knew. Closer than they would have thought the day they first met.

Despite a rocky start, they became friends, eventually teammates and discovered to have more in common than they suspected. Fatherless kids and protective big brothers, they started enjoying each other's company as time went by. They made a habit of studying and going jogging together whenever possible. Zig even visited Chris in Maine during summer breaks and vice-versa. When the group stopped gathering regularly due to work or couple life issues, they kept that tradition alive and met every Friday night at their usual pub to play pool and talk about whatever came to mind over beers.

It was on a Friday night that things changed.

That night they ended up sharing their concern over their sisters and friends, laughs and careless chat for hours. They knew they understood each other and conversation kept flowing. Before they knew it, they started gravitating towards each other...and their lips met in the parking lot. And Zig woke up in Chris' arms the morning after. Captain Powell was sleeping heavenly, a blonde angel that made Ortega's heart flutter when opened his blue eyes and smiled at him.

It was unexpected for both of them...but they didn't contrast it. Even though they didn't make it public nor official, they kept spending time and nights together and Chris kept kissing Zig's cheek out of their teammates' view. And Zig made a habit to send cute - sometimes naughty- goodnight messages to the Captain.

But they were young and relentless.

"Chris, we would be honored to have you on our team. Why don't you give us a call?" "Zig, have you heard of that English TA internship in Japan? You should apply! Didn't you say it's your dream trip?"

Life got in the middle and asked them to make a choice.

"It's an opportunity I can't pass. If I did, I would regret it big time" "And I would probably blame you if I declined it. And I don't want to be like that one day, I don't want us to be like that one day" "We will see each other when we come back, right?" "Obviously, graduation time"

Then the Premier League team made an offer to Chris: a spot in the official team effective immediately. And Zig found out that Tokyo University had some awesome Master's in Mathematics in English so they parted again. But Zig never missed one a Chris' match, even so far away. Even if Chris rarely returned his calls. Or messages. So he quitted.

And now here they were, sitting at the same table as in the old days. On those Friday nights. Ortega was the first to notice that: the realization made him involuntarily wince.

"Hey you okay?" Chris asked as he took the last sip of his coffee.

Zig looked at him surprised by how quick he was to catch the sudden change of expression on his face but soon he diverted his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"Yeah...I was just thinking...oh you know what? it's probably better if I-"

"No, tell me. I mean you know you can tell me everything, right?"

Zig took a pause, considering his next move: should he open up about what had been troubling him for ages now? It's now or never, he said to himself before meeting Chris' gaze.

"Do you regret it?"

The Captain stiffened, looking immediately less comfortable and relaxed than before.

"I...regret wh-"

Zig exhaled loudly and cut him short.

"You know what I'm talking about. We never talked about it after that...day at the airport but you know"

"Zig, I..." Chris stumbled upon his own words, lowering his eyes. "I don't know what to say, I-"

"You...don't know what to say?"

"No, I...I don't think. I mean, I don't know-"

"You have nothing to say" Ortega repeated as if to make sense of Chris' confession as rage started spreading through his veins.

After a moment, filled with an awkward silence so different from their usual careless chattering, Zig finally lost his temper and slammed a punch on the table.

"You left me hanging under the rain at that fucking airport before you jumped on that plane without saying a word, not a single word Chris, not even a goodbye! And now after all this time, after all these years - years Chris!-  you sit here as if nothing happened and all you have to say is-"

"Woah, calm down!"  the Captain interrupted him trying to reach out for him.

"Calm down? That's all you have to say?" Zig raised his voice, pushing his hands away.

"Zig, please, people are staring" Chris pleaded, throwing apologetic looks to the other tables where people were turning towards them.

"Oh excuse me!" the young man gave a sarcastic laugh and lowered his tone. "Now it's people staring, back then it was a departure announcement. Excuses, that's all I will ever get from you. But an answer? Too much to ask!"

"What the hell Zig? One moment we were talking and the next one you're jumping at my throat?" Chris protested. "Can we avoid putting on a show and have a civil talk?"

"Yeah, 'cause you're so gonna talk about it now, right?" Zig asked, painful skepticism written all over his tensed face.

Chris met his gaze, grimacing and slightly pissed by the way his former team player approached such a delicate issue of their past.

"Zig, I...it's not that easy-"

"It's fine, Chris. I should have known by now. Silly of me to ask"

Before thinking twice, Zig started gathering his belongings and stuffing them into his backpack.

"What...what are you doing now? Zig!"

The other young man stood and placed a couple of bucks on the table. Then he looked Chris in the eye, frowning.

"What I should have done that day under the rain. I'll stop embarrassing you, Chris. Best of luck for your next match" and he stormed out of the cafe.

Captain Powell sat frozen in place, gaping at his friend and former lover walking out of the cafè and out of his life, apparently. So he said, at least. The other clients threw quizzical looks at him from their tables before slowly going back to their chats. Soon the usual buzz filled the cafè once again but Chris' mind was far away.

Zig was gone. Not that I could expect anything else, he thought. Not that I made anything to...deserve him.

He ran from him, scared of what could have happened if he followed his heart and answered his calls. Or called him, for once. His chest ached reminiscing that time when he was changing in the locker room and his phone beeped. When he checked the notification, he found a couple of messages from Zig: a pic of a plate with  "My very first dorayaki and yes, I MADE THEM!" and a selfie of him winking at the camera in a traditional kimono. It made him so happy that a huge smile formed on his lips. He was about to type an answer when one his teammates looked over his shoulder passing by.

"Ooh you didn't tell us you have a boyfriend, Powell!" he laughed, slapping him hard on the butt with a wet towel.

The room immediatly filled with amused comments and conjectures about Chris' geisha lover.

Powell told them to fuck off, that he was just a friend but that reassuring lie didn't stop his teammates until the Captain and the coach walked in and put an end to that. But that episode hurt Chris more than he let them see.

That's when he stopped talking to Zig. He ran away out of fear: he had never been with a man before. It didn't trouble him much, he had always been supportive of Zack, Hayley, Kaitlyn...they went to pride parades together but it was different now, he was involved directly. It was him falling in love with the most amazing, intelligent, gorgeous and brave man he had ever met. It was him being slapped with a wet towel and made fun of "a male geisha" lover. It was him, the "biggest football promise of his generation" being asked about his relationship status on every interview: "is there a girl in our football hero's heart?".

No, there was a man. But Powell just flashed an apologetic smile to the reporter every time.

"No comment"

All of a sudden Chris found himself wondering if Zig had ever seen one of those interviews. And if it was too late to change that answer. 'Cause no, he didn't forget and he didn't regret.

One day a log time ago the Hartfeld Knights were losing every hope to win a difficult match: the adversaries kept scoring and gaining confidence. It was in the midst of that chaos that Chris found himself side by side with Zig, both breathing hard from trying their best to avoid the disaster, the definitive surrender.

Captain looked at him and said:

"I don't think we can do this, Zig"

Zig turned towards him and answered:

"Captain, I refuse to believe your mother raised you a quitter"

"But I don't know what to do!"

"Sometimes all you that you have to do to, all that is left to do is to stand up and run. Stop second-guessing and run, Powell! Run and stop that man who's taking your dream away. Run!"

That words echoed in his head once more.

And just like his younger self who started running and blocked the star of the opposite team preventing a fatal touchdown, Chris stood, placed a few bucks on the table and began running. In the right direction, finally.

"The match isn't over, guys. I refuse to surrender so shake out fears and doubts and run!" he pep-talked the team during the break that day.

The match isn't over, Zig. I shook out fears and doubts and I'm running. I'm running to you.

#the freshman series #chris powell #zig ortega #chris x zig #playchoices #choices fanfic

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Pinned Up

Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2,044

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

A/N: For Hallowe’en Prompts 2018! A v v v v v v v v big thank you to two of my faves for requesting:

‘maybe there was a halloween costume party and steve’s girl wore something,,,revealing,,,and then they Get It On 👀’  —  @persephone-divine 

‘Hi yes how about a costume party with Steve 🤓’  —  @fearandloathing-in-missouri 

I adore you both v much, more than I can say, and I’m v sorry this is so damn late.

This story contains swearing and unprotected sex.

MASTERLIST

Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.

“Oh, sweet Lord.”

“Oh, stop.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Stop.”

“But look at you.”

You can’t help the heat that rises on your cheeks as you lower your gaze to your outfit. 

Dressing as an army pin-up girl for Stark’s annual Hallowe’en party had been a last minute decision. You just hadn’t had the time to really sit and plan it out. The day before you’d raced to a thrift store after work to find something for a starting point, not being able to think of anything you had at home, and after half an hour of ransacking every section, you’d found it; a green, military style button-up, random patches and stripes on the arms and all.

That’s when the idea had come to you.

“Steve’s gonna go crazy.”

That’s the idea.

Your smile widening, you turn to the mirror to inspect your outfit one last time.

You’d pinned your hair into victory rolls, spent ten minutes perfecting your winged eyeliner, knotted the shirt at your stomach, found a pencil skirt in nearly the same shade of green that stopped at your mid-thigh, clipped your thigh-high stockings to them and slid your feet into your high, but comfortable, black heels. Feeling a little bit more daring after the one glass of wine you’ve already finished for a pre-drink, you unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, showing a little more than a hint of your black bra.

Blowing out a breath, you turn back to your laptop and present yourself one last time to your best friend.

Thank God for Skype.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you myself, to be honest.”

“Oh, doll, you know you’re my one and only,” you grin as you sit on your bed, checking the contents of your bag for the third time.

“Is he gonna meet you there?”

“Yeah, he came home from a mission earlier today and has been in meetings since. I said we could just skip tonight and spend it together but he said Tony sent him several texts, emails and voice messages reminding him that he did say he’d go. I said we’d only be there for a couple of hours, show our faces, you know.”

“With you looking like that, I bet he won’t last a minute.”

Your lips twitching, you close your bag and smile at the screen. “I adore you.”

“I adore you, too. Now, go. And, hey, call me the minute you wake up and tell me every vivid detail. Every detail.”

Jesus Christ on a cracker, it’s cold.

Folding your arms across your chest, a tiny part of you is starting to wish you’d chosen a more weather appropriate costume. Of course you could just go back inside but you’d messaged Steve to tell him you’d meet him on the balcony after he’d said he was on his way, knowing it would be the easiest place for him to find you due to the small amount of people.

Stark’s party is heaving, and you don’t know why you’re surprised; it always ends up like this, despite how often Tony describes them as ‘just a small get-together’.

Sipping your cocktail, you take a step back to allow a small group to pass, smiling politely at them as you swallow.

And then you see him.

He’s not in a costume, which doesn’t surprise you. He’s wearing his blue jacket, a white shirt and jeans, and he makes your heart stop. You allow yourself the few seconds in which he doesn’t see you to just gaze at him, the corners of your mouth lifting higher.

Then his gaze meets yours.

He smiles. It’s a warm, relieved smile that tugs at your heart and warms you to your core.

Then his gaze trails down you and his smile falters.

Your breathing hitches as he moves closer to you, your hand tightening on your glass. You know that look. It’s a look you’ve had the utmost pleasure of seeing many, many times before.

Finally, he stops before you, his hands out of his pockets, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He doesn’t say a word as his eyes travel over you, roaming every inch of your body.

Clearing your throat, you wet your lips.

“Hello.”

His gaze flicks back up to meet yours.

“Hi.”

The intensity of his gaze makes you shift slightly, acutely aware of both how incredible you feel and the people around you.

“Good flight?”

“Yeah.”

You don’t know what else to say; there’s already so much being said as you look at him. Then his hand reaches out and two finger tips skim along your collarbone, pushing your shirt aside a little.

“I like this,” he murmurs, his voice low despite there being no one close to you.

“You do?” you ask, your tone matching his.

“Very much.” His fingers slide up your neck and he cups your jaw, tilting your chin up. “You always look so damn beautiful.”

Your hands settle on his chest as you close the small distance between you. “I’ve missed you, Steve.”

“I’ve missed you, too, doll.” Lowering his head, his lips just barely brush against yours as he murmurs, “And I’m gonna show you just how much.”

You don’t know how you make it back inside and across the room without someone stopping you.

Maybe it’s because a sultry song is playing and people are too wrapped up in one another, or it’s because the lights are flashing, making it difficult to linger on features and faces.

Or maybe it’s because Steve Rogers is striding, his expression one of complete and utter determination. You can feel how tense he is, his hold on your hand firm; if anybody does try and stop you, good luck to them.

Your breathing quickens as you let him guide you through the crowd, your eyes fixed on his back. You’re already wet for him, anticipation making you hyper-aware of your clothes brushing against your skin with each movement and your nipples hardening against the soft cups of your bra.

You follow him without a word, even as he leads you past the elevators and down an empty corridor. He continues on, right down to the end, the music from the party growing slightly quieter. Then he’s shoving a door open and pulling you through. 

It’s dark and he doesn’t turn the light on, but your eyes quickly adjust as you hear him close the door and you realise you’re in one of the many, many conference rooms that are scattered throughout the Avengers Headquarters.

Hands skim over your hips, up to your waist. All you can hear is your own slightly ragged breathing, the sound-proofed room doing its job of aiding you in forgetting about the party raging on down the hall.

“Did you wear this for me?”

His low voice against your ear as he draws your hair away from your neck has you leaning back against him, your head tipping to the side. And you know exactly what to say.

“Yes, Captain.”

You feel his smile against your skin as he presses a lingering kiss just under your jaw. Your eyes close as you hum quietly at the delicious feel of it, noticing, as a result, a second or two late that his hands have slid up to the buttons on your shirt and he’s starting to undo them. His lips remain at your neck, moving just as slowly as his hands. 

Fuck, you’ve missed this.

Your head is leaning back against him by the time he’s finally unknotting your shirt and letting it fall open, your knees growing weaker with every gentle brush of his lips on your sensitive skin. His fingers glide up the bare skin of your stomach, all the way up to your bra where he cups your covered breasts. His thumbs brush over where your nipples have already peaked, drawing a low moan from the back of your throat.

The sound seems to trigger his barely controlled lust into action.

His kisses become more hurried, more purposeful, as one hand drops down and grips at the edge of your skirt, dragging it up. Sliding his hand over the soft curve of your inner thigh, two of his fingers brush over the front of your panties.

Steve groans into the crook of your neck at the wetness he feels, his fingers firmly pressing over you. Inhaling sharply, you release another moan as your back arches, pressing your ass back against his straining erection.

Then his hands are on your hips and he’s turning you, holding you tightly and walking you backwards before you can quite catch up. His lips descend on yours when you feel your back meet the wall, one hand cupping the back of your head as the other returns to between your legs, caressing over your wetness.

Your eyes fall shut once more as you moan, your hands gripping the lapels of his jacket.

Wait, why is he still so clothed?

Shoving the jacket off of his shoulders, you drag it down his arms, a thrill coursing through you as he removes his hands from you momentarily to allow you to pull it off of him. His hands return to you before the jacket even touches the floor, this time pulling your hips against his as his tongue strokes across your lower lip.

“Not gonna be able to be gentle, doll,” he mumbles against your lips as his hands slide down to grip the back of your thighs.

“Good,” you breathe as he lifts you, drawing your legs around his waist.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gain control of the kiss, your tongue stroking against his as his hand dips between your legs. Pushing your panties aside, his fingers stroke up and down your slick lips, the intensity of your kiss swallowing the moan that escapes you as he brushes against your swollen clit.

Then, two fingers are pressing into you, and you nearly bite down on his lip as you groan.

“Christ, always so damn wet and ready for me,” he murmurs, almost to himself, almost in awe.

You roll your hips impatiently and it’s his turn to groan, taking the hint and starting to move his fingers in and out of you, though far too slowly for your liking.

“Steve...” you breathe, your eyes opening as you lean your head back against the wall, finding his gaze.

“Thought it was gonna be Captain?” he answers, arching an eyebrow.

“Thought you weren’t gonna be gentle,” you counter, your lips lifting into a smile as his do, too.

“You’re saying far too many coherent words for my liking, doll.”

Adjusting his stance, Steve slips his fingers from you, and your groan of protest is swiftly silenced as his lips return to your neck. Closing your eyes, you feel his hands move from you and hear the familiar sound of metal scraping against metal as he unbuckles his belt. Grazing your teeth over your lower lip as you tip your head to the side to offer him more access, you hear a zip sliding down.

A hand settles on your hip, and then you feel the tip of his cock brushing down your folds. You both seem to slow your movements for a moment or two as his cock slowly sinks into you, both just feeling him stretch and fill you.

Tipping your head back, your mouth drops open as he pushes all the way inside you, a low moan escaping you.

“Christ...” he breathes, his hand tightening on your hip as he just revels in the feel of your warm, wet pussy enveloped around him.

For a few moments, the only sound that fills the room is your combined, ragged breathing. Then, he slowly draws his hips back, and then sinks back into you.

You groan as your eyes fall shut, your back arching from the wall slightly. His fingers suddenly lift to grip your chin gently, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

“Oh, no, you’re gonna look at me, doll. You’re gonna look at me as I make you come on my cock.”

A breathless smile spreads across your lips as you tighten your grip on him, your gaze fixed on his.

“Yes, Captain.”

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things from NC Newsies

THE TRUMPET SOLO I STAN

Crutchie is really channeling his inner 90s newsies it's fantastic

When Jack tells Crutchie to come with him to Santa Fe, Crutchie is kind of bashful and reluctant

Jack has drawn a picture of Crutchie riding a horse and he GIVES IT TO CRUTCHIE

carrying the banner is fantastic I'm pretty sure Jack is buttoning Crutchie's best for him at some point and it's so pure

Finch is IRISH and I think Specs is also IRISH and I think Romeo is ITALIAN AND IT'S GREAT

TOMMY BOY IS A GIRL SHE’S MY FAVORITE

Jack smacks a delancey with the crutch and THE CRUTCH BREAKS and Crutchie had to use it as a cane the whole rest of the scene I have never laughed so hard (he came back out the next scene with it tied in the middle with a strip of cloth)

This Davey is so delightfully awkward he's wearing a full suit I am in love

And Les is so sure of himself he’s so confident I love this child

Pulitzer waited the whole song so he could put his shoes on dramatically at the wax line and I can't take a man in bright red socks seriously

He said "shave me too close and you may cut my throat" and Nunzio GIGGLED

Medda is amazing and lovely and geez what a performance

After Jack leaves the drawing for Katherine (which he draws on the back of a poster) she stares at it for so long like all the way through the next set change

okay the world will know we got Davey in his vest and tie but no jacket he’s eVoLvInG

Jack paints “strike” over the headline

Davey doesn’t start singing along with the others till like the second verse and even then he’s really hesitant until near the end when he starts doing the motions

It’s Crutchie, Jack, Les, and Race that go into the World building. Davey tries to follow them but the door closes on him before he can

“I think we launched our strike in a most auspicious manner”

silence from the others

“...woo!”

Katherine’s so sassy she mimics the way Jack says “What’s the last news story you wrote?” when she says “what’s the last strike you organized?”

okay before watch what happens when Jack’s like “I can tell you what i’m hoping for tonight” Katherine looks at him and just laughs it was great

and when Katherine starts watch what happens, there are newsies sitting in the towers behind her, but as the song continues, they keep straightening up and leaning forward to listen to her

seize the day is great at the beginning everyone runs in and every person looks around and stops like they were expecting more people and are crushed that they’re not there

there’s a nervous newsie (becomes one of the scabs) that runs away in the middle of Davey’s solo 

speaking of Davey’s solo, it was amazing. he started all tense and nervous with his shoulders up high and then he slowly got more confident, especially closer to Jack’s speech

also when Crutchie comes out with his strike sign, Race gestures to Davey and goes “that’s great”, and then to Crutchie and goes “that’s pathetic”

also that nervous newsie made my life he was so scared of the others (actually all three of the scabs seemed really scared but I mean they were scabbing)

dance break was lit, they didn’t spin on newspapers, they sat on stacks and hit them like drums with other rolled-up newspapers

fight scene was so sad y’all I swear I had to hold back tears, one of the Delanceys grabbed Crutchie’s crutch and just bashed him in the head and knocked him out and they dragged him off stage so fast

there were still newsies running from the cops in the background at the beginning of santa fe

like they were sprinting

“Tommy!” when one of the newsies couldn’t find tommy boy for a second it broke my heart

Santa Fe was so emotional I love the way Jason Gotay sings holy shit

king of new york was amazing, the erster line killed and there was a great moment of that awkward laughter after Jacobi’s joke, you know like when an uncle tells a bad joke and you’re just like “ha...yeah”

Davey and Katherine are besties fight me they hug more than Jack and Katherine hugged the whole time

DAVEY GOT THE WHOLE TAP SOLO TIME THEY GAVE HIM TAP SOLOS HIS SLEEVES ARE ROLLED UP HIS TIE IS GONE I AM 90% SURE HE CHANGED INTO A BLUER SHIRT 

Katherine’s first tap solo was so cute she sat on a chair and barely moved her feet and then when she got going they kept picking her up

Les and Race chilled in the background together they’re buds

all the newsies kept playing catch and keep-away with the newspaper

“and you ain’t even dead!” was a clear, quality line

SURPRISE LETTER FROM THE REFUGE CAUSE IT WASN’T IN THE PROGRAM

okay when Crutchie gets to “when that train makes-”, it’s not that anyone shushes him, it’s that a kid beside him sits up really fast from a nightmare, reaching out, and Crutchie slowly helps him lie back down and shushes him back to sleep

also he still had his crutch

and Snyder came in at the end and yelled for quiet and Crutchie lay down really fast and stuffed the letter under his pillow

THE TRUMPET LIP SLUR I STAN

the butt swat after “we’re inevitable” is very pronounced

also their conversation about Crutchie is done much more sad than angry and it about broke my heart

“POOR GUY’S HEAD IS SPINNING”

whenever Hannah brings Jack into Pulitzer’s office, he kind of bows to her and she is totally blushing as she leaves I feel ya Hannah

okay this Pulitzer is so sinister his voice is so deep I love him

also Katherine didn’t come in till he said the line “I think she can hear for herself”, the Delanceys brought her in

Jack didn’t put up much of a fight, it’s like he just gave up, his shoulders slumped and he just let them take him to the cellar

“now that there is firm” is still the stupidest line in this whole musical

BROOCLYN IS HEER THEYR HEER

SPOT CONLON HOLY SHIT he has his PIMP CANE FROM THE 90s I died

mmmmm the rally LES BROUGHT HIS DATE also there were so many little kids there they’re my fave

everyone ran and ignored Jack after he finished speaking, also Katherine had snuck to the edge of the room and was watching what happened

also the cartoon of Pulitzer was him with a baton, stepping on a kid and hitting another with said baton

so “Specs showed me” WE SEE SPECS SHOW HER

she talks really fast she’s so nervous about her plan but still so sure, it’s more like she’s talking so Jack doesn’t interrupt her

SHE SLAPS HIM INSTEAD OF KISSING HIM WE STAN AN ICON

Kath and Jack don’t even kiss till near the end of the duet and their hug is so big and pure they keep hugging all the way offstage

they all have lanterns going into the cellar, and they’re all singing really quietly and you can hear how nervous they all are about getting caught

Bill and Darcy my heart

“And proud to be a part of your revolution” he sounds so reluctant maybe Katherine made him

they have a dance break during the last verse at the key change and we see all the newsies handing out the flyers and Jack and Davey are at the top of the towers throwing more into the air

omg Pulitzer’s office, first of all Spot sits right down on the desk and finds a cookie and just starts eating it like what a mood

shit Davey’s got some nerve now I absolutely love how Daniel Plimpton portrayed him and his character development I could write an essay about it (and I might)

Spot is such a little shit omg

THEY WON also Jack’s totally about to leave he has the stuff he packed and Katherine just whips out a bag like damn she really is by his side isn’t she

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Sandstorms?”

Jack and Kath kiss and it’s so cute and when the others notice another newsie DIPS SPOT CONLON

Crutchie’s back and he looks like he did in the Refuge I about cried again

but dang his “you’ll be laughing all the way to the pen, little man” was so vengeful sounding I love it

their finale was fantastic the lighting and everyone’s little bows one guy did airplane arms

anyway this show was absolutely perfect

#the best thing i've ever seen #bravo raleigh #like #damn #newsies

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Damian x Male Reader Prt 11(Ugh Roomates)

           After breakfast you followed your niece to her play room and obviously played and did everything she wanted to do. From exploring the mansion to tea parties, you name it. Right now you were “playing” hide-and-seek. Actually she just ditched you after playing dress up. Well more like she “forced” you to wear some women’s clothes she found somewhere around the house, but whatever as long as she was happy you were cool with it. You decided to head downstairs to get something to drink, but before that you went to your room to pick up your phone and headphones to listen to music.

             With [Fave/ Song] playing you headed to your destination the kitchen. You were bobbing your head and shimming (?) to the music in the hallway. As you were making your way to the end of the hall, a vibrating sensation hits you, causing you to stop. You pause the music and check what was the cause of this small but rude interruption of your jam sesh. It was a message saying: “I’m in the area.”From an unknown number. Simply assuming it was your brother contacting you from a borrowed phone you continued to make your way to the kitchen, but another vibration stopped you. It was another message saying: “Be careful I think the old man is planning something.”

         You looked at your phone confused, because your father was supposed to be out today for the whole day.  But you decided to heed your brothers warning after you go to the kitchen and get well deserved snack. While you headed towards the stairs you went to play music again but you heard voices on your way down. You really didn’t care thinking it was your brothers talking to each other or something. That is until you heard your name. You look up seeing who called you and surprise, surprise it was your father and he brought people. Great. Taking a deep breath and answered with simple: “Yeah?”  Eyes now looking at the roof.

             “What are you wearing?” Your father asked looking at you confused. The people behind him looked confused, surprised and maybe slightly embarrassed.  Trying to ignore the feelings of embarrassment that were slowly rising. You decided to turn your eyes to look at your father, allowing a small annoyed sigh to be released you answered: “Clothes why?”

             “Um nothing really. It’s just that that kind of outfit is not your usual style that’s all.” You father said awkwardly eyeing you, trying to understand the situation before him. While trying not to embarrass you any further. You walk towards him, put your hand on his shoulder pulling him towards you and ask him:

           “Dad what do you do when a two year old gives you a fake phone?”

           “Uh what?” Your father asked you confused.

           “You answer it.” You said earning a nod from your old man. Standing up straight, you nod,  put one hand on your hip, while the other hand gestures your outfit and you continue speaking. “So what do you do when your seven year old niece tells you to wear a pink crop top and green booty shorts? You wear them for the sake of her happiness.”

             Your father looks at you understanding everything now. Making you relax for a bit. Your vision slowly makes it way to the people behind your father, but it’s cut short when you hear a voice yell: “Uncle [N/Name]! Where are you?”

           “Front door!” You yell, then turn to your father to apologize for yelling, but the joy in his eyes letting you know that you were forgiven. The sound of small steps makes you and your father to turn to the right. Seconds pass and a small figure appears breathing heavily. After catching it’s breath it yells again: “Uncle [N/Na... Grandpa! You’re back!”

           “Sabrina my beautiful girl come to pappy!” Your father said crouching down. Sabrina squealed and ran towards him, you simply moved aside so that they can say their hellos. Looking at them you could literally feel the love and happiness coming from your father.  

           “Sabrina where are you?” You heard Michael ask. He appears through the same place that his daughter came from. When he sees you he is taken aback suddenly by what you were wearing, though he knew what probably happened. Before he could ask where his daughter was you pointed down, making him look in that direction. He relaxed when he saw Sabrina and his father hugging. Your brother leaned on the door frame and cleared his throat.

             “As much as I love seeing any form and expression of love. I would love to have my daughter back.” Your brothers statement caused your father to look up at Michael. Both of them stare at each other for a bit. Bastion stands and picks up his granddaughter looks at her and says: “OK Sabrina how would you like it if I went to the kitchen and helped you, daddy and Alastair make lunch?” Her eyes widen with joy and she nods furiously, making your father laugh. With that sign of approval he heads for the kitchen with his granddaughter. Michael looks at him in shock, then he shakes his head and sighs, heading towards the kitchen as well. You and quite possibly the men that came with your father stand there shock and confused.

             “Did the old man just ditch his work buddies or is it just me?” A voice said behind you. You turn around seeing a male leaning on the frame of the wall holding a coffee mug, wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt. Who looked just as confused as you were.“May?” You asked a bit surprised. He nods. You were about to say something but you heard someone clearing their throat making you and Mason to look to the door. Five men were standing there. All of them dressed in formal, semi-formal or casual- formal outfits. Out of the five men you recognized one.

             “Shit sorry about that Bruce.” You said extending your hand towards him. Bruce simply chuckled saying that it was alright and probably would have reacted in a similar manner. After exchanging some more formalities he turns to his other companions and says: “This is [Name] one of Bastion’s sons.” A blonde man with a beard moves forward to shake your hand.

           “Oliver Queen. Ooh strong handshake you got there.” He said quite surprised, you smile sheepishly and responded with a: “Thanks.”

           Oliver smirks, leans closer and whispers: “And relax we all went through that phase.”

You look at him confused before it clicked. Causing to blush a bit from embarrassment and making him laugh. Bruce put his hand on the bridge of his nose and sigh.

           “Don’t embarrass the boy Ollie.” A man with black hair, blue eyes and glasses said.

           “Yeah man we all know you went through that phase too.” Another man with brown hair, brown eyes said. He was wearing a jacket. “And you enjoyed every second of it.” He added wrapping his arm around Oliver and with a smirk, they started to bicker. The man with glasses walked towards you and introduced himself.

           “Clark Kent. It’s a pleasure meeting you [Name]. Your father talks a lot about you.”

           “Good things I hope.” You said offering your hand for a shake. Which he took smiling. Clark gave you that I’m extremely polite vibe. While the other two gave the cool uncle vibes.  They all seemed fun and cool to be around with.

             You saw another blonde man talk to Bruce. Probably was to distract or calm him from the other two. You thought about introducing yourself but decided against it. “If you guys want you can wait for my dad in the living room, while I fetch him.” You decided to offer since it was kinda stupid just leaving them there standing, plus Alastair would kill you for allowing family guests go through such things.  They looked at each other as if thinking about it, but Clark decided to agree. Mason pointed behind himself and told them where the living room was.  They all introduced themselves to Mason and headed to the living room. After they were gone Mason wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you close. Both of you started walking.

           “I thought you were coming over a bit earlier.” You asked in a business like tone. He looked at you somewhat surprised, but he simply shrugged it off.

           “Yeah but the Bat was nearby so.” He explained kinda annoyed about the fact that Batman was interfering with his business.

           “Mm. Anyway you could have said you were here instead of “in the area”, so that I wouldn’t have suffered from embarrassment.” You commented pouting.

           “Well I didn’t he would something like so early. Even I was caught off guard. Which fucking sucks by the way.” He defended himself lifting his arms in a form of surrender. “Anyway get changed I’ll get the old man.” He told you. You gave him a look. He gave you a really? Look to which you nodded. Knowing him would probably do something else just to annoy your father. He stared at you for a bit longer; his sharp eyes trying to convince you otherwise. But in the end he could never win against you in a battle of determination. So Mason opted for sighing and doing what he said he was going to do. “Just so you know I still had to go to the kitchen either way. I kinda want more coffee.” He gestured his now empty mug. You looked at him still kinda unconvinced but..

           “Alright I’ll go and get changed.” You said in defeat heading towards to stairs. Before you continued any further you turned to look at your brother. “After you’re done with your coffee get dressed why don’t cha?” You said with a small smile and made your way to your room. Mason watched you leave for a bit, before shaking his head and mumbled to almost to the point of a whisper: “Dammit.”

[kinetic-elaboration]

The 100 Ask Game

Tagged by @thelittlefanpire --thank you! This looks like fun.

Soooo okay, first, full disclosure: I haven’t watched S5. I stopped watching toward the end of S4 for Reasons. So there might be a little bit of salt and/or confusion in some of my answers. But only a little; this blog is still a positive space and it is, of course, Show Night: a big fandom night regardless of my personal participation.

1. What Station on the Ark would you be from?

Hmm. Well I have farmers and factory workers in my family but I don't know which end of a wrench is up myself. I guess I'd probably be from one of the stations we know nothing about like Hydro or Tesla. It would be cool to be from Mecha but I'm not a mechanical person in the slightest lol.

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?

Probably theft. I'm not a thief in real life but I do like eating and comfort and I'm p. sure the only way to get anything above subsistence-level rations on the Ark is to do some law-breaking.

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?

I'm too much of a rule-follower to do it on my own but I would definitely be a sucker for Bellamy's "take off your wrist band as payment for some delicious puma meat" plan. To heck with this silly piece of metal, I want to eat.

4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)

Some sort of large cat. Or small cat, not picky.

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?

If Wells counts as a minor character, then Wells. Otherwise...perhaps M'Benge. He looked like a promising delinquent.

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?

Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Jasper, and Monty. This is partly practical--I do think they're the smartest/most capable members of the group--but also partly about the Narrative. They're my favorites.

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to you?

I guess Trikru based on where I live? Or again, some clan we know nothing about. I don't know anything about Trikru's non-warriors so perhaps I could be one of them.

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)

Skipping this one because I don't give my real name or any variants online, sorry.

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious

Okay. My general thought on Finn is that he had an appropriately sized role in the narrative--which is more than I can say about a lot of other characters, many of whom, imo, were either killed too early, or too late/not at all when they should have been, or who take up way too much screen time, or are given way too little for their worth. But Finn contributed decently well to the first season--sometimes oddly, in that, once he outlived his usefulness as a love interest, he was shoe-horned into a Peacemaker role that probably should have been Wells's. But at least he was contributing a needed and consistent POV. And while I go back and forth a bit on how realistic I find his season 2 breakdown... I think it is more realistic than not, at least narratively. He seems like the sort who would have a breakdown after a battle, and the short timespan of 2A makes it more likely, not less, to me, that he would spiral quickly into something so atrocious: no time to cool down, to get perspective, to heal. Also, he had a completely unique story, which is also pretty rare on a show that likes to reuse its plot points. (Sorry! It does though.) I can also honestly say that Finn's death and funeral still ranks as one of the most resonant and heartbreaking moments of the series, for me. I have a hard time with any sort of capital punishment story line usually but I really felt for this one and I think it was very well done.

So basically what I'm saying is that I think Finn was decently well used as a character--like B+ narrative role, docked for the random interest in peace and the occasionally annoying nature of his personality. Because he could be annoying. He and Clarke didn't have much chemistry and he and Raven had surprisingly little, too, given how important they allegedly were to each other. And one of the good aspects of his death was that, not only was the event itself well-constructed and moving, but he wasn't exactly missed, by me or by the story, after he was gone. He served his purpose. I'm glad he wasn't on the show longer. (Except for that post speculating on a Finn/Murphy redemption arc/love story, which I would have watched and cheered on for sure.)

I don't hate him, though, and it does annoy me a little that he almost always shows up in fic as the 2d villain, the shitty ex/boyfriend, the annoyance. I mean, I get the appeal of having a readily available character like that (ngl I've used him that way at least once myself) but like.... it's not my fave trope, let's put it that way.

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?

I've thought about this some, not so much as it pertains to me, but in comparison to some other Failed Utopia plots in other fiction, and because my sleeping beauty au involves Clarke taking the chip, and it was very hard for me to bring her to a place where I felt like she could realistically, and in an in-character way, make that choice. But it's also been a while since I watched S3 and it's difficult for me to remember at what point different aspects of the CoL became obvious to the characters. Certainly, I can see the appeal. I think anyone can. It's an interesting concept and one I actually wished had gotten more time in the show... I think anything that obviously perfect (live forever in a wonderful city, away from pain and death and hardship!) should immediately cause warning bells: what's the catch here? Taking the chip without knowing the answer to that question is an assumption of the risk sort of situation, except you can't predict what the risk is, and the stakes are enormously high. Not exactly smart, and I like to think I am smart. I also have a great fear of AI and VR, which would make me wary.

On the other hand, I'd do poorly in the impoverished landscape of the post-apocalypse, which might make the chip more tempting. Also, if ALIE and friends tortured me or someone I loved, I would take the chip like that. No question, I am weak.

11. What character do you relate to most?

I relate to the intensity of Jasper's feelings, and to Monty's method of shutting down emotionally as a survival mechanism.

Generally I wouldn't say I have much in common with any of the characters, though, and I don't really watch because I 'relate' to anyone, personally.

12. What character do you like the least?

My first instinct is to say I dislike a lot of the characters, which is true but... I also spend almost no time thinking about the ones I dislike. My fandom experience at this point is very much about retreating into the aspects of the show/canon/fanon I like, and ignoring everything else. That said... probably M/di and J/rdan because the whole concept of a Next Generation down from the delinquents offends me, and also because they're both so universally loved that it's quite hard to avoid them. Also b/c J's name corresponding to that of my fave character makes blacklisting really obnoxious lol.

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical)

Mmm, something comfortable. A nice jacket, like Clarke or Bellamy's S1 jackets, or Jasper's pilot jacket. Nothing with weird patches like Murphy's S1 or Jasper's S3 jackets. A shirt with something interesting written on it like Jasper's Earth Day shirt. Big boots. A nice heirloom necklace. Multiple layers. Knitted wristlets like Clarke has in early S1. A sweater with thumb holes like Monty has in S4.

14. Favorite type of mutant animal?

All the mutants! I really feel like the show missed some good opportunities in the irradiated-animal department. Take some $$$ from the explosion budget, or the Boring Side Character payroll, and invest in some more two-headed beasts. But if I had to pick one, I'd say Lincoln's two-faced horse, because the image of him saving Clarke and Finn in late S1 is so underrated but so iconic.

15. What would your job be on the Ark?

I don't think I have many useful Ark skills. Archivist, perhaps? Member of their proto-justice system? Probably that, though I don't know what sort of jobs, specifically, make up that unit. Though I have some ideas; see: a fic I haven't yet actually written.

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?

Gross. But probably if I had to, I'd force myself to.

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive then who would have made the best commander?

I gotta tell you, I literally do not care, nor have I have ever cared, about the commander or Grounder leadership in the slightest. They all seem pretty incompetent. They should cede their power to the Sky People, who are marginally less terrible at running things.

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?

You'd never know from my obsession with alternate states but I have never been high, nor intoxicated in any way, so I really can't say. Hopefully calm and happy like M'Benge in the broom closet. But probably miserable and confused and afraid of my inability to corral my thoughts.

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach?

Interesting question. I actually think the Charlotte story line was one of the best of S1, probably the show as a whole, and I kind of wish it had played out more long term, instead of just being, in retrospect, more of an excuse for some drama. I mean that is one of the central dilemmas of a new society, as the dropship camp was starting to be at that time: what do you do with people who break the rules and/or are dangerous? They had roughly three options: execute the wrongdoer (which eliminates the problem pretty efficiently, if brutally); ignore the issue entirely through immediate forgiveness; or apply some punishment in between, like imprisonment. This situation in particular was more complicated because, first, technically, they had 'no rules' at the time (killing is just, uh, obviously wrong), second, the actual perpetrator was a child, and third, she was so obviously unstable as to seem a likely continued threat. And in addition to all THAT, Bellamy and Clarke were such tenuous leaders (Clarke wasn't really a leader at all, so really I should say Bellamy was a tenuous leader) that any option that didn't go along with the will of the majority could cause a complete break in legitimacy. So it's really a delicate scenario. One I can't say I have an answer to.

I will say I think banishment is literally the worst thing they could have done, for either Murphy or Charlotte, if she had lived, and I think the narrative bears this out. It looks like a good compromise but it's cruel and it's dangerous. Cruel because they have to assume the banished person would die in the wilderness, and if you believe he deserves death, shouldn't you just execute him? Have the courage of your convictions? Take on the full moral weight of your decisions? A hanging death is probably less awful than slow starvation or being eaten by a wild animal. And dangerous because if he doesn't die, he's an obvious target for...who's that? Your enemies in the woods? Which is exactly what happened? They brought that whole bio-weapon story line on themselves, tbh. I think it was an in-character decision for a couple of dumbass kids, but that's not the same thing as saying it was smart.

I like to think I would have sided with Bellamy early on, in being careful about what information goes out to the camp as a whole. I mean, it's not perhaps the most moral decision, but it's practical--and certainly inciting a riot, as Clarke ended up doing, is neither practical nor moral, so there's that. If the actual perpetrator had been found before Murphy was caught up in the mess... I guess some sort of middle-ground punishment is the best you can do. Imprisonment, shitty work shifts. Showing consequences for bad actions and trying to keep the group safe. Hopefully if there was enough tact in the beginning of the process, the crowd could be convinced to go along with it. I don't know, though. It's tough.

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone?

Bellamy.

Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy.

Honestly, watch the first season, or even, arguably, the first three, and tell me that ultimately becoming Chancellor wouldn't be a neat, logical, and emotionally satisfying conclusion for Bellamy's arc.

Obviously, it would take him some time to get there. Before then... I don't know. If I had to pick among one of the former Chancellors, I'd go with Abby I suppose.

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis?

Oh gosh they're all terrible lol. I guess I'd pick Kane as the least of the three evils. He certainly was in the right once Pike's anti-Grounder agenda went into play, but I don't exactly think he had the ear of the people prior to the election, which is why I'm not enthusiastic. But, still. You gotta get through the Dark Times to get to Chancellor Bellamy, I guess.

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there?

I'd grab up some interesting books. Possibly a stuffed animal because I like soft things. A nice piece of art.

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?

Lol I don't care what universe we're in, I'm never getting a tattoo. Hair: probably something simple and loose. War paint: pass, as I wouldn't be a warrior.

24. Favorite quote?

I suppose Jasper's quote about wounds needing to heal before they become scars.

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?

I've never read or watched the Hunger Games but I'm nevertheless going to say Raven. She's just been the deus ex machina too many times.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE

Least favorite: M/rper

Favorite canon: ummmmm idk not excited by most canon ships tbh. Probably Jasper/Maya, maybe Mackson or Briller.

Favorite non-canon: Jonty

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo?

HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF DURAN DURAN

Lol, Idk. Something poppy and 80s would amuse me, though. In part because the show needs to take itself at least 75% less seriously.

I don't have any opinions on cameos.

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?

Hopefully make friends with Murphy.

29. You're an extra that gets killed off. How do you die?

Something painless and quick?? I don't know. Poison?? Nice dramatic non-bloody death?

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?

JASPER. OBVIOUSLY.

...Lol I think this question is really about plausible character flashbacks and if so.... well first off ANY flashback about the Ark is 100% my thing, and flashbacks about almost any delinquent would be great. We're still not in the realm of the plausible, though, imo.

Raven, perhaps? Always want more Raven.

31. A character you’d bang?

Raven. Even though she'd intimidate me a lot.

Monty (as an adult, ofc).

A lot of the characters are bangable tbh. Might be faster to name those I wouldn't...

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden?

Uhhhh none of the above??

I suppose the bunker. (This answer is based on the concepts of bunker/space/alone on Earth, not what actually happened in S5.)

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground?

Read a lot and make friends. Idk if I'd follow Octavia since I just don't have enough data on the season... but from my understanding of her recent arc, probably not.

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits?

???

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with?

I wouldn't last a year in space with such a small group of people but hopefully Raven and I would hook up before I spontaneously expired.

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself?

Definitely less than a year.

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do?

Eligius ship? I don't know her.

38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite?

???

39. Would you Spacewalk?

No. But actually. Probably yes. I'd totally freak out about the idea, swear a million times I'd never do it, then get cajoled into trying by my beautiful girlfriend Raven, and I'd love it so much I'd immediately want to do it again.

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat?

Algae?

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it?

There's no way I'd make it this far in the narrative in real life. I didn't even get there in fictional life.

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes?

I guess the thumb drive thing sounds less disgusting.

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia?

I don't have any siblings (well, no siblings with whom I have a real sibling relationship) so, yeah, sure, why not lol?

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like M/rper?

Leave my body behind on Earth, please, where it belongs.

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet?

New planet? I dunno what that means lol.

#tag games #about me #the 100 #ok this got semi salty at the end i'm sorry #and semi long sometimes

[squirenonny]

Hi there!! Wrt you mentioning about team stimming parties, I was wondering, what types of stimming (toys, materials, their own body etc) do you think the paladins enjoy the most, or get the most benefit from. It's really enjoyable image ; w ; but I know some stims can conflict with other peoples needs, so what might be someones fave might annoy someone else. So I wonder what either makes them most happy, or helps them best when needed! (QwQ Those are intense circumstances they all live in.)

I got carried away,,

Keith: Mainly tactile stims, a few visual stims

Textures: there are Good textures, and there are Bad textures, which is why he always wears his same jacket (good texture) and gloves (first line of defense against bad textures–see also my post about Keith’s gloves). In general, wet and cold is definitely Bad, smooth is usually bad. His favorite textures are (a) layered (running his finger over the wrap on his knife and plucking at the edge of a layer) or (b) ribbed (things like corduroy, or the seams on jeans and jackets that have that edge he can catch his fingernail on.)

Repetitive motions: that classic thumb rubbing that we saw in his vlog. These are typically very tiny movements that he tries to hide–he’ll rub his toes together inside his shoe or tap the toe of his boot against the floor.

Deep pressure & buoyancy: Keith is pretty touch averse, so he doesn’t seek out deep pressure often, but if he’s in the right mood a Shiro (or Hunk) Hug is A++. He also needs a blanket to sleep, preferably two or three. Yes, even in the hottest part of summer. Tight pants/shirt are soothing, and ngl he likes his Blade uniform because it’s a more even pressure than the paladin armor, which is too heavy on his shoulders and too thin/flexible where there isn’t the outer layer of armor. On the flip side, he also likes swimming because of the bouyancy. (Interestingly, he hates the feel of rain/shower water falling on him. It’s just too overwhelming. But being in the water and just floating there is v relaxing.)

Visual stims: mostly the way light reflects off his blade when he twists it back and forth and similar reflection/refraction things (light reflecting off water, mirages, the abundance of glowy things in space… he’ll sometimes stare at the crystal on the bridge for the entire briefing–completely engaged with what people are saying, just. Staring at the ceiling. It’s mesmerizing, okay?)

Chewing: rare, but more common as he gets more comfortable around the other paladins. He used to chew on his pens at the Garrison all the time, and one of the reasons he keeps his hair long (aside from not having the spoons to cut it/get it cut and not liking change in the first place) is so that he can suck/chew on his hair. He had to cut it when he first entered the Garrison, and it’s just finally getting long enough to do it again.

The thing about Keith’s stims is that they’re all very lowkey things he an do to calm himself down without drawing anyone’s attention. Probably he had bad experiences at school or in a foster home with kids making fun of his stims or his foster parents/teachers hammering “sit still” and “quiet hands” into him until he completely stopped doing anything immediately noticeable. He used to flap and run around when he was happy, but he doesn’t do that so much anymore. (It’s coming back, though, especially with Pidge and Lance being such big stimmers.)

As a result, his stims don’t really bother the others too much. Lance has a moral objection to Keith chewing on his hair in particular, and if he’s using a chewer, the sound of it sometimes gets to Pidge, but that’s it.

Pidge: visual, vestibular, and auditory stims

Spinning, flapping, bouncing: A lot of Pidge’s stims involve moving around (see the entire time Beezer was onscreen.) There’s a spinny chair in Green’s lab for the express purpose of happy spins, and the team knows to be ready for excited flapping when something Pidge is working on comes out right. (Lance has been hit in the face on more than one occasion because he likes to drape himself over Pidge’s shoulder.) Bounces in place when bored, runs around the castle at odd hours, climbs the other paladins. Very much a “I have too much energy in me and need to expend it somehow” stimmer.

Music: Pidge usually has music playing in Green’s lab–invariably at deafening levels (the bass pulse in your chest is just as important as the music itself). Upbeat songs are best, but any kind of background noise will do. Has started a collection of alien music since this laptop only has a small portion of Pidge’s library (most of the hard drive was dedicated to Kerberos research/snooping on the Garrison.)

Echolalia: Pidge is big into echolalia. (Pidge isn’t the only one who’s big into echolalia. Lance is also a fan, and Hunk usually joins in when they start an echolalia party.) In particular, Pidge will quote movies/TV shows, echo robot noises back at whatever robot happens to be nearby, and make quiet trilling sounds while working on code

Misc visual stims: There isn’t any one thing Pidge goes to for visual stims, but gradual changes (a la screensavers, lava lamps, auroras, glitter jars) have a tendency to turn into time sinks. Pidge has absolutely spent an hour staring at a screen saver without realizing it while idly musing about programming problems.

Repetitive noises: Can be either good or bad. Mechanical sounds, electronic whirring, and other white noise are great. Sudden, jarring, or grating noises are huge Nos. (See Keith’s chewing and some of Lance’s echolalia.)

Pidge’s flapping and running has a tendency to make Shiro tense up, especially if he’s not in a good place to begin with, so Pidge sometimes has to remember to stay chill or just go somewhere else until the energy is gone. Keith doesn’t like how loud Pidge plays music (it hurts his ears), but he respects personal boundaries and won’t turn it down. He’ll leave if he can, and if he has to stay, he’ll get irritated and snappish until Pidge makes the connection and turns down the volume. It’s the only real sticking point between them when it comes to stims, and they’re working on better communication to make sure it isn’t an issue in the future.)

Lance: Primarily vestibular and auditory stims, plus deep pressure

Spinning, dancing, flying: Lance loves to move. He loves spinning and dancing and big motions and G-forces. (He’s a huge fan of roller coasters and other amusement park rides.) Flying is such a stim for him, holy crap. So much so that it can become a problem. Loops, barrel rolls, sharp turns, hard acceleration–he loves the way it all pushes on his body (see also: deep pressure) and the way it makes him hyper aware of the physical sense of motion. Sometimes he pays so much attention to the sensations that he momentarily loses track of where he’s going–which is why he still sometimes crashes/sideswipes the other lions.

Deep pressure: Lance is a very touchy person in general, but in particular he loves hugs and cuddle piles. His favorite thing is to have Pidge sprawled across his lap, or when he and Hunk are sprawled on the couch in a tangle of limbs, or group hugs, or–Yeah. all of the above. Deep pressure feels like home.

Aerial dance: A combination of vestibular and deep pressure stims. Loves the muscle control it requires for the same reason he loves G-forces while flying. It grounds him, makes him aware of the space he occupies. Add to that the pressure of the silks wrapped around his body and the spinning and negative Gs as he drops, and it’s just the best.

Echolalia: Lance and Pidge can have entire conversations in quotes. Lance also makes sound effects for anything and everything (in training, while flying/fighting in his lion, while cleaning, while dancing through the halls.) He sings nonsense tunes a lot and hums both for the sound and the feel of it.

Voices: Conversation itself can be a stim for Lance, regardless of whether or not he’s a participant. The fastest way for him to fall asleep is by having the people he cares about around talking (e.g. his parents laughing and joking as they clean up in the other room, Hunk and Lance talking less and less coherently as they fall asleep in their room at the Garrison, Pidge and Keith up late during a sleepover in the rec room talking in low voices.) Lance doesn’t even need to hear the words; there’s something soothing about the cadence of it. He’ll use TV or music as a substitute if he has to, and he finds it very hard to fall asleep in total silence.

Lance is a dramatic stimmer, so it totally depends on the rest of the team’s energy levels as to whether or not they’re bothered by it. Most of the time, Hunk and Pidge will join in, and the rest of the team at least doesn’t mind. If they’re tired, though, Lance’s raw energy can be Too Much. There were some clashes early on with Pidge until they worked out a system where Lance’s cuddles didn’t get in the way of Pidge’s hyperfocus on a project. Hunk’s cool with all of Lance’s stims except when he’s in the lion/ship Lance is piloting, because Lance’s stimmy rides make Hunk nauseous.

Mostly, though, if there’s a problem, it’s with Keith or Shiro–and even those are pretty rare. Keith is mostly just confused by Lance’s stims, and isn’t bothered by them unless he’s already in a bad mood and wants to be left alone. Then Lance’s big presence can be too much. And Shiro can be set on edge by Lance’s stims for the same reason Pidge’s can get to him: Shiro’s idea of soothing is calm and quiet, and both Lance and Pidge are… the opposite of that when they’re happy and relaxed. Lance picks up on this quick and usually is able to dial it back right away.

Hunk: Taste, smell, and tactile stims

Taste: Hunk must put All the things in his mouth. Tasting alien foods/spices, yes, but also anything. Flowers. Glittery pink snow-stuff. Purple water. He did this with the Olkari headsets, so I mean. It’s canon. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. This bleeds over into tactile stimming, honestly (see: Olkari headset making his tongue itchy. He sounds so pleased by that I just can’t. I love him.) It also has the unfortunate side effect of having put him in a pod more than once because he accidentally poisoned himself. Worth it, though.

Smell: Hunk cooks to calm down for two reasons. One, it breaks him out of his cyclical thoughts and other anxious habits, giving him something else to focus on that’s familiar and controllable. Two, the smells. Some people have scented candles. Hunk has a rack of extracts. Also, like? Flour has a really bland but comforting smell? And let’s not even get into the smell of a finished dish. Cookies? Pies? Bread?? The kitchen is paradise for many reasons, and olfactory stims are one.

Deep pressure: This team is united in their love of deep pressure, tbh. Group hugs are great all around, and Hunk’s only too happy to dish them out. Always glad to be a pillow for one of the other paladins. Wears a thick vest for that extra little bit of pressure around his chest.

Tinkering: There’s something really satisfying about feeling machine parts click into place under his hands–and the oil is only a bonus, as far as Hunk’s concerned. He’ll take things apart and put them back together on an endless repeat just to feel the weight/texture/shape of the pieces. Also great for repetitive motions. See: stimming with the wires and making the sentry bot hit itself while the younger paladins were waiting in the control room in season 1.

Misc tactile stims: Hunk just likes touching things/holding things/fiddling with things. He likes to have something to do with his hands, so even if he doesn’t mean to, he’ll usually find something to play with when he’s bored or trying to focus on something Shiro or Allura is saying.

Hunk, like Keith, has a lot of less obvious stims–though in Hunk’s case it’s less because he’s trying to suppress it and more because his favorite stims are typically ambient things. Put him in a happy environment and he’ll be happy. He’s grossed out almost everyone on the team by the kinds of things he licks/bites, and Pidge gets annoyed when his tinkering turns into fiddling with Pidge’s stuff. Otherwise, he’s pretty chill.

Shiro: Auditory, tactile, and a few vestibular stims

Shiro has two modes: lowkey and highkey

Lowkey Shiro likes things to be calm and quiet. Ambient noises (air in vents, breathing, his own heartbeat) can be stims, but anything that interrupts the (near) silence is a major Sensory Bad. Deep pressure is good when he’s in this state, as is the texture of whatever chair/couch/bed he’s resting on. He’ll be hyperaware of his body, especially its weight, and he’ll run through relaxation exercises or meditation techniques to chase that peculiar calmness that comes when he’s intimately aware of himself and his immediate environment but his mind is completely quiet.

Highkey Shiro, like Pidge, has too much energy and needs to burn it off. He’ll pace or go for a run, or spar, the pounding of his footsteps/clash of his arm on the gladiator’s weapon serving as a grounding force in addition to the release of restless energy. When he can’t leave to burn off energy, he’ll clench and unclench his prosthetic hand, squeeze his arms, and grind his teeth. The repetitive motion and the tug/pressure/pull of it is soothing and helps to take the edge off the frustration/anxiety/overstimulation he’s dealing with.

The most notable thing about Shiro is that almost all of his stims are unconscious–meditation/relaxation techniques being the main exception. He didn’t stim a whole lot before Kerberos, but he does it a lot more frequently after his capture.

As he gets to know the other paladins and becomes more familiar with their stims, he starts to be more deliberate about it–he wears a weighted vest like Hunk’s a lot of the time and usually has a fidget toy with him to stim with during long meetings. Lance also entices him out for relaxing flights in the lions, because as it turns out the sensations of piloting are good for Shiro the same way they are for Lance.

Shiro’s stims don’t bother anyone–in fact, for a long time, no one even realized Shiro was stimming–but he’s by far the most likely to be bothered by the other paladins’ stims. He needs to be in control of his environment, and unexpected/uncontrollable stimuli tend to set him on edge.

#autistic keith #autistic pidge #adhd lance #anxious hunk #stimming #neurodiverse defenders of the universe #actually autistic #heck #autistic lance #autistic hunk #autistic shiro #feel free to tag with whatever your favorite neurodivergent hcs are #they're all a+ good #long post #voltron #ch: i know who i am #ch: sporse code #ch: this is your moment #ch: this kid is a genius #ch: no one commands the black lion #this is OUR team #anon #answers

[surveysonfleek]

1118.

Are you cold, warm, or just right at the moment? just right. i just had a shower and jumped into bed so i’m cozy.

Who was the last person to txt you? my boyfriend.

How about the last person to comment you? hmm maybe irene, she tagged me in something on facebook.

Are you mad/frustrated at anyone right now? i was slightly annoyed at my boyfriend but we cleared it up.

What’s for dinner tonight? chicken, spinach and rice.

Are any of your parents on your IM messenger(s)? yes haha. fb messenger.

Do you feel like you need to brush your teeth at the moment? nope, just did it.

When was the last time you took a shower? just then.

What have you done today? worked :(

Where are your pets right now? outside probably sleeping.

Who was the last person you talked to in person? sophie.

Do you miss anyone at the moment? nope.

Have you ever felt like you found the “one”? i hope so. i’d really hate to throw 8 years down the drain and start over.

What was the last piece of candy you ate? is it good that i don’t remember?

Does that person that you last kissed mean anything to you? yes.

Who was the last person to IM you? sara.

What is today’s date? 24th july.

Don’t you hate it when your body parts fall asleep? yes.

Do you take any medication on a daily basis? yes.

What was the best moment of your life? traveling everywhere.

Are you single, taken, or is it complicated? taken.

How old is the computer your on? i got it in 2013. i just got the hard drive replaced too so hopefully it’ll last me a couple more years.

Did you ever wet the bed when you were younger? probably. i don’t remember. i wasn’t a serial bed wetter though, i’d remember that for sure.

How much cash do you have on you? none haha. i never carry cash.

Who is always able to cheer you up when you’re sad? no one really. 

What is your blood-type? no idea!

Have you ever faked sick? yep.

The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? food lol.

What type of day are you having? a boring one. 

In your opinion, what’s the best way for someone to die? a morbid question buuuut probably in their sleep.

How do you handle stress? i just try fix whatever’s stressing me out asap.

Anything good happening tomorrow? nope haha.

Do you like clowns? no.

Has anyone ever under-estimated your intelligence? yes.

Has anyone ever borrowed something from you and never returned it? yes.

Do you twitch when you’re falling asleep? it’s happened before but not a constant thing.

In winter, would you rather wear jackets or hoodies? either or. depends on how it fits.

If you could pack up and leave your life now to move away, would you? nope. i can’t leave the people i love behind.

Do you have an innie or an outtie bellybutton? innie.

Do you scrunch or fold your toilet paper? fold.

Do you have a good relationship with your family? yes.

Can you crack your neck? yes haha i do it everyday.

Have you ever been dared to do something you totally regretted? nah. 

Have you ever blocked someone on MySpace before? probably.

Do you feel you have a purpose or calling in life? not yet. i hope i find it soon.

Is your room painted or wallpapered? painted.

Do you lick your lollipops or suck them? suck.

Has someone checked you out in a grocery store before? no idea. i haven’t noticed.

What is the best kind of pizza in your opinion? deep dish!!!!

List three of your fears: losing the people i love, failure, not having a job.

Is there something that someone has done to you that you cannot forgive? not really.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? yes. i have my moments when i don’t think before i speak.

Who was the last person to make you smile? someone at work.

What color is your underwear? blue.

Do you believe people who live in trailer parks are trash? nope.

Have you ever cried so hard that you threw up? i used to do this as a kid. thankfully outgrew it.

Look to your right, what is the first thing that catches your eye? the curtains.

What color is your tongue? pink.

Do you find body hair sexy? not really haha. a little is fine.

Do you have freckles? no.

Do you put on deodorant on every day? yes.

When was the last time you yelled/felt like yelling at someone? i forgot.

What was the last compliment you received? a customer told me i was pretty today lol. that was nice.

Is there anyone who won’t leave you alone right now that you wish would? no.

Do you think humans were born to have reflections like this? not born for that sole reason but perhaps.

Do you scream at scary parts in a horror flick? not really. i’ll just jump and gasp.

Have you ever felt like life was unfair to you? yes, duh.

What do you spend most of your time doing? work. hang with my boyfriend and friends.

Who was the last person in your bed other then yourself? my boyfriend.

Do you really care what’s going on in celebrities lives? i used to keep up with it when i was younger but i’m finding myself caring less and less. 

Have you ever broke a plate/bowl? yes.

Does your house have air conditioning? yes.

When was the last time you felt like you didn’t have a care in the world? haha idk. now.

What is your favorite restaurant? i don’t have one fave, i have a couple.

Has anyone ever drunk called/txted you? yes.

Do you know anyone who has a homosexual parent? yes.

Have you ever moved? If so, how many times? three.

What is your current MySpace song? haha i don’t have it anymore.

What kind of color eyes do you like best? any. 

Do you fake and bake or get a tan naturally? tan naturally. 

Do hate it when people are hypocritical? yes, of course.

What was the last website you visited other then MySpace? lol so many myspace questions. i was checking my emails.

Have you ever tweezed your eyebrows? yes.

Can you do a backwards london bridges? nope.

What type of music could this world live without? mumble rap.

Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? yes.

What smiley do you use the most on the computer? :)

Are any of your pets “overweight”? nope.

Do you find it romantic when a guy/girl whispers in your ear? depends on what they’re saying haha.

What color is the shirt you’re wearing? grey.

Name three things around you: pillows, phone, blanket.

Do you believe you are a nice person? i do. i’m always nice to everyone who’s nice to me.

Are you hungry right now? nope.

Has anyone ever bought you a ring? yes.

Name three of your favorite colors: turquoise, pink and taupe.

Don’t you just hate that morning mouth taste? yes.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

[elfenbensord]

In Which Enjolras Drops Everything

Imagine 1: In Which Enjolras Drops Everything

Summary: College!AU, reader meets fave blond boy at a political rally, friendship goes from there.

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader x Enjolras

Warnings: Subtle implies of social anxiety, Enjolras’ hair, sleeping on floor, blaming oneself, Enjolras’ eyes, slight derealisation (?), making out.

Word count: 2614

Credits to me, Victor Hugo and Aaron Tveit.

[Written: 1 Oct, Edited: 2 Oct, Published: 2 Oct/30 May, 18]

[2017]

Update, 30 May, 18: Don’t bother read this it’s literally the first thing I ever posted on Tumblr like wow I was such a smol child

A gloomy flock of grey clouds sailed across the sky, and that was all I saw before I returned my glance downwards. My eyes were like books, and the ground was my library. Books might leave, but they (almost) always come back. I always tried to keep my eyes on my feet whenever I had to walk past one of the many political rallies. The rallies were held by a small group of politics students, and they’d give speeches and hand out fliers almost every afternoon. I didn’t keep my eyes glued to my feet because I felt offended or disagreed with anything they said, it was quite the contrary, but it just felt safer to avoid the sight of anyone. It felt less dangerous, in a way I couldn’t quite understand. It made the slight feeling of panic from the small, yet tight, crowd easier to digest. Easier to push down again. My breathing quickened as I gently pushed past the people in my way. My yellow wellies looked glossy thanks to the rain, and I could almost see the contours of my own face in the rubbery material. I tried to wrap my raincoat tighter around me, as I felt the drizzle becoming heavier and heavier.

The rally seemed to be ending, something I could tell from the cheering and applause of the small crowd, and from the rising voice of the spokesperson. I recognised the voice, having walked past here every afternoon to get back to my dorm. I’d never dared to look up, so I didn’t have a face to attach to the voice. It was when the final cheer signalled that the rally was officially over, and the crowd was scurrying everywhere, that I realised that I wasn’t moving at all. I was standing still, staring at my shoes. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been doing it, either. With a jerky movement, my body woke up, and I started to walk with shaky steps. I could almost feel how my conscious was slipping away, my surroundings seeming less realistic for every second that passed. Taking a deep breath, I focused on a bird in the sky. I clenched and relaxed my fists, trying to feel my own body again.

Before I knew it, several pieces of paper, fliers, were falling from the sky. I could feel how something, someone, collided with my body. My body’s response was to fall backwards, politely following Newton’s first law. A pair of hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” a blond man in a red jacket said, before reaching down to collect the fliers from the ground. His voice seemed familiar, and it soon struck me that he was the one I’d been listening to all these afternoons. My body’s response to this realisation was to freeze up, and stare at him. It took a few seconds, and a few hundred thoughts, before I remembered to be polite enough to say: “Yeah, I’m ok.”

Under a quiet second, I caught a glance of some of the text on the paper: Join the cause!

I stared at the blue, white and red colours, and wondered which cause I was supposed to join.

“Did you enjoy the rally?” Blondie asked, watching me with an icy glance from the ground.

“Um”, I said, reaching down to help him, “I wasn’t really listening. I’m just a passer-by.”

That might’ve been a lie. I wasn’t too invested in their doings, but I did catch some things they shouted out. But I was just a shadow. Never seen, never heard. And I liked it that way. Well, at least I thought I did. Not that I had a choice, another option.

“That’s odd”, he commented, raising his head a little, “It feels like I’m seeing you here every other day.”

I smiled a little, brushing a bit of hair out of my face. “I’m just on my way to my dorm.” Blondie nodded, humming a little. He met my eyes, “I suppose you live at the Victor Hugo dorm?”

Nodding, I said: “Yeah. What about you?” This is easy, my head thought. Maybe I’m actually good at smalltalk...

The young man stacked his fliers in his arms, hugging them close to his chest. His red jacket was of a blood-red colour, a stark contrast to his marble complexion. “Same. Victor Hugo, too. I tried to get a single room, but I failed once again. Now I’m stuck with Grantaire during this year too. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy, but his drinking habits can get a little out of hand sometimes, if you get what I mean.”

I chuckled, nodding my head. “Yeah, I get you.” During a quick second, my brain remembered how my roommate of last year had a few strange habits when it came to alcohol.

“I was lucky enough to get a single room this year.” I could feel how my heart was beating. “Feel free to drop by whenever, you could teach me about this “cause” you’re so passionate about.”

Blondie cocked his eyebrows at me, a smirk forming on his doll-like lips. “Gladly.” He reached out his hand to me. “Enjolras.”

I shook his hand. “(Y/N).”

Meeting his eyes for the first time, I said: “You can find me at 710.” My eyes didn’t return to my wellies, but stayed into glued to Enjolras’ eyes. He smiled, but his face remained icy. His eyebrows raised as he winked at me. “I can’t wait.”

He pressed a flier into my hand and walked off.

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I was walking around my tiny room in search for a pencil. As I searched the many piles of books and papers on my desk and by my bed, I caught glance of a paper of bright colours. It was unusual to have a paper of such pigment, and I reached into the drawer to investigate it further. I soon recognised it as the flier Enjolras had pressed into my hand. A warm feeling erupted in my stomach as I thought of the blond man. We’d not spoken since the last time, which was the first time, but we’d shared a glance or two every time I walked by the rally. I’d even stopped and listened once, but left almost immediately as I remembered the long essay I was suppose to write that evening. Thinking back on how I’d pretty much invited him to my room, I wanted to lock myself in a my wardrobe and never go out again. Maybe Narnia could do with another hero. Then they’d sure be disappointed when little old me strutted into their kingdom.

A knocking on my door blew a hole in the rail of my train of thought, and I quickly dropped the flier back into the drawer. As my hand reached for the door handle, I realised that I had the pencil I’d been looking for stuck behind my ear. With the pen in my hand, I opened the door. I couldn’t help but to smile at what I saw.

A tired blond was running his hands almost feverishly through his unruly hair, but he immediately stopped as he saw the door open. He crossed his arms, balling his hands into fists, and leaned on the doorframe. Under a short second, I could see how his stern face softened. He was soon back to normal, his icy glance sending chills down my spine. After another moment, he said: “Do you think I could crash here tonight?”

It was only now I saw the toothbrush in his other hand, and I notice how washed out the shirt he was wearing looked. He was in his pyjamas, except for his red jacket, and I hadn’t even noticed. Maybe it was because his hair was forming curls at the ends, or because there was a slight stubble on his chin.

My eyes still widened at his request, and I could feel how my cheeks burned. Brushing away some hair from my face, I avoided his eyes again. “Might… Might I ask why?” I crossed my arms and tried to stop looking so lost. Failing, I flushed even more scarlet. Here was a man I’d met once, on my doorstep (well, doorframe), asking to stay the night. It was only now I could see how good-looking he actually was. There was a quite handsome face behind those harsh eyebrows and stubborn expressions. Those thoughts made my face go even redder.

Enjolras coughed a few times, making a series of gestures with his hands. He soon enough cut his flailing short, and pointed towards the hall across of mine, as he stuttered out: “Grantaire-”

“Your roommate?” I cut in.

“Yes, my roommate, he’s kind of… wasted. Also probably making out with Combeferre.” He laughed a little, “And I guess I need to get away from it all. It’s just for tonight, I promise.” His fist flew up to his mouth, as he smiled an apologetic smile. I cursed my brain for not being more awake, more alert, but I was quick with inviting him in. After at least fifty “thank you”s, he finally stepped into my room. He looked around, a bit lost at first, before shrugging his jacket off. My brain was too busy with not spacing out, so it hadn’t occurred to me where he’d sleep. He cut the tension short, turned to me and simply said: “I guess I’ll just take the floor.”

I shrugged hesitantly, my face expressing concern. “I’m afraid so.”

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Enjolras had made a promise he couldn’t keep. Even though he’d promised to only stay that one night, it became a thing near tradition. He started to spend his nights with me once a week. Then twice, thrice. Soon, it became every other day that he came. I certainly didn’t mind it. He became one of my few, and one of my closest, friends. I didn’t question why Grantaire seemed to be getting drunk almost every night, and he didn’t ask me why I was always alone. It was a friendship of strange harmony.

“Isn’t it strange to think that everything will stop existing?” I turned to Enjolras, who was lying beside me. My head ached a little, feeling how hard the floor was beneath my head. “Is it even worth existing, at all?”

His eyes were closed, and he hummed in answer. “What do you mean?”

I breathed in the cozy air, feeling the calm atmosphere of the small room. “Nothing really matters, does it? We’re all just made of stardust, and that’s what we’ll become in the end; just sprinkles on the dark sky.”

Enjolras laughed a little at my words, before he sat up from the floor. “Stop with your deep nonsense, I can almost feel the semicolons. Anyways”, he stood up, seeming taller than he actually is. “I need to prepare for another rally.” He took my hand and helped me up.

I sat down by my desk, watching him as he put on his iconic jacket. During the weeks, I’d noticed that he never went anywhere without it. It’d made me associate the colour red with late night talks together with Enjolras. He looked at me from his place by the door, almost waiting for me to ask.

I cut his waiting short, “Are you coming tonight?”

“Most likely”, he shrugged on his scarf, leaving me a quick smile. “Bye. See you later.”

“See you.”

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“How did this happen?” I dabbed his forehead with a wet cloth, trying to get the blood out of his hairline. Enjolras rocked back and forth on my bed, sinking into the bulky mattress. “I’m not sure. We were just doing the usual, then some seniors just…”, he trailed off, his cheeks turning red. He looked so devastated, his face all bruised and eyes glassy as he spoke. “I just-”, he bit his lip, and it was obvious that he was trying hard not to cry. I was well familiar with the feeling of having to cry, but not wanting to. It was an art I was yet to master.

Enjolras let out a shaky breath, and I could see how the first tear escaped. It gently swan down his cheek, and I pretended not to see it. “It feels like all of this is my fault, because I’m the one who arranges these damn rallies and now people got hurt, and they wouldn’t have if I could just keep my damn mouth shut and-” His voice broke in the centre of his rambling, and the rest of his words faded away as he cried. I froze, my hand stuck in the air. Blinking a few times, I tried to wake up my numb mind.

“Hey”, I ushered, “It’s not your fault. Nothing’s your fault.” Throwing the cloth across the room, I slowly lied down on the bed, taking Enjolras with me, and tried to whisper comforting words. (“Everything’s okay; It’s not the end of the world; Tomorrow is another day.”)

My voice went a little raspy before he fell asleep, his shaky breaths kidnapping any peace he could have. I considered getting up from the bed and sleeping on the floor, but it all changed as I felt how his hands snaked around my waist. His face was red and wet from all the tears he’d spilled, and his breath was ragged up from his cries, still, he’d never looked more beautiful to me.

I was awakened by a loud bang, followed by a silent “Damn”. When I opened my eyes, Enjolras was looking at me from the door. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you-”, he started, but I quickly cut him off.

“It’s fine, I’ve been awake for… seconds.” I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up my spaced out brain. I followed it up with a, “Where are you heading?”

He became scarlet, and muttered something about going to prepare a rally. Clearing his throat, he then said: “Thank you.”

I stood up, choking a yawn, and stretched my stale arms. “You’re welcome. Why are you thanking me?”

“Thank you for letting me stay here. I’m so grateful for… everything. For being my friend, for proofreading my speeches, for being an amazing person.” By his last word, he was blushing just as much as I. “How do I thank you? Ask me anything, and I’ll do it.”

I was tempted to bury my face in my hands, but I chose to meet his eyes. Enjolras’ eyes weren’t pools of colour and emotion. There was no “eyes like stars, a million fireflies in the dark” about them. They were just eyes. But I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and that was enough. I wondered if he could hear it too, and breathed deep. As I waited for him to speak, I tried to plan what I should do. My mind came out blank, Enjolras being so close. If not existing in the universe threw off my sensed, he did. If I were to follow my so called “instincts”, I’d probably just pass out. He was overwhelming. He was a raging storm of passion and smell, red and black, and I was a tiny boat on the ocean of my room. And I was ready for being thrown off my feet, completely and utterly. I’d been for months now. I took a deep breath, “Could you just… Just kiss me.”

Enjolras didn’t hesitate, he only stepped inside and pulled off his scarf. “I never thought you’d ask”, he breathed, closing the door behind him as he pushed me down on the bed again.

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