#dark chocolate brown hair could be a vibe

[dreaming0fdistantgalaxies]

Trying to decide if I stick with the pink fringe longer or go to a super dark chocolate brown 😅

[honestsycrets]

enfócate | tutor!miguel o'hara x reader

❛ pairing | tutor!miguel x student!reader, fake boyfriend!peter x reader

❛ type | explicit

❛ summary | jess is clear: miguel o'hara is a terrible boyfriend. he'll inevitably hurt you-- but peter has other ideas. or, you blow miguel in a library.

❛ tags | spanish tutor!miguel, bratty reader, a kiss with Peter, Miguel's jealousy, bjs, fake boyfriend!peter, slight obsessive qualities, fuck buddies, undefined relationships, fuck boy Miguel.

❛ reqs fulfilled | see here.

❛ sy's notes | the pov on this piece bothers me, it jumps between reader and Miguel. however, i did write two separate pieces for this request (a combined 25 pages vs my usual 11/12). so, i decided to meld them together to create this piece. anywho, if it bothers you, i understand! ❤️ I yoinked a lot of the Spanish from my Spanish learners textbook, hopefully, it's acceptable.

He knew he wanted you from the first day he saw you in the tea cafe. 

Jess and he rarely visited the tea shop. It was settled on the edge of campus. Close to the social sciences and arts, but far from the work he did in the Genetics department. As a Ph.D. student, however, not all the work was done in the lab. Jess liked to see the different types of people that came to this tea cafe, where the chair cushions were fluffy emerald pillows and plants hovered overhead.

“Miguel? What's---” 

You stood apart from the other students with their sloppy, half-cropped, or frumpy appearances, there was a particular care you took to dressing. It was the embroidered bow in your hair that drew his attention. When you left to fetch a refill of chai, he noticed the soft, frilled socks in tiny ankle boots. He just knew you would taste sweet, leering as he watched you at the drink bar. Jess glanced in your direction, the way you adorably bowed your head after the tea artist gave you your drink, and just knew. Jess looked over her shoulder. 

“Not her.”

Jess’s voice was a drawn-out sigh of your name, punctuated by her fist beating the table. Miguel perked at the mention of your name. Oh, so she knew you. She was probably sick of his shit. Good, he was also sick of being used as a vibe check for the lesbians she wanted to pick up.

“Don’t you have enough side pieces?” 

Miguel didn’t respond. 

“She probably has a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Look who she's with.” 

That finally got a response. 

“You don’t know that,” he kept his eyes straight ahead. You caught him staring, wiggling your little fingers in a hello as you sat at a table. "I want her."

You sat with an incredibly frumpy, annoying photography student who once took his picture for the lab website. Could he be… his attention wavered when you pulled out a book: Español para el siglo. His lips quivered into a wildly sardonic grin. Oh no, no no. It was too easy. 

“You’ll ruin her. She’s too innocent.” 

He leaned in. 

“Are you going to help me or not?” 

“Buenas tardes,” 

Two chairs and a thin desk. The small study room was more of a glorified broom closet for its students. You were lucky that there was a large window that looked out over the student union, flowers blooming up its brick siding. Bits of lush dark green ivy poked into the window’s view from the library’s tall wall. As the sun set on campus, rich orange and pink settled over the sunset on that warm Friday afternoon. At least the sight was pretty for how overwhelmingly small the space was.

It wasn’t the space that bothered you. It was your tutor.

He was big-- big big. Not just a little big, but really big. The kind of big that was on bodybuilding competitions. It made his long, blue-grey muscle shirt and grey sweats look tiny, sucked to his well-pumped muscle. The room felt a lot smaller as you looked at him, his long brown hair whipped back over his neck. His eyebrows raised on his dark forehead, arms turning one over another, a bundle of muscle.

“Ah... you're him? The man from the tea shop.” 

He pulled free his sunglasses and set them down. His warm chocolate eyes glanced from the edge of your now too-short skirt to the glint of a dagger necklace that beat between your breasts. He’s staring. Why is he staring-- you finger the dagger between your thumb and index fingers, soothing yourself with the manipulation.

“Miguel.” He warmed, pulling the seat out beside him. His voice was buttery and smooth, almost like rich caramel. The lilt in his voice lightened, inviting you to take a seat by him. You should. You thought. Sit down. “Siéntate." 

You stared.

"I said sit down.” 

That was a bad idea. You paused, slipping the bag down from under your shoulder and onto the beige tile by the door. Miguel watched every slight movement. That’s fine. It’s natural to do that. You tugged the bottom of your skirt and took a seat beside him. Miguel pushed the chair back in, pushing your chest to the edge of the desk space. Oh-- oh boy, he was strong. Of course, he was, he was built like a-- 

“Bueno. Now you're settled. How can I help you?” 

Do that again.

“Me? Oh! I... Jess said you could help me need to pass a test,” you murmured. The four semesters of Spanish seemed relatively easy compared to being stuffed next to this Adonis in this tiny study room. Your legs settled over your skirt, hands working over one another to will down the pulse of your wily excitement. What was wrong with you? “To pass my language requirement.” 

You should have been able to do that alone but-- let’s say you weren’t the most applied to the language in your childhood. A tutor was a great alternative to embarrassment and thousands of dollars in classes. If only he didn’t look like… this. His large hand left the pasty back of your chair.

“Hm,” he paused. “¿Puedes hablar español?” 

“Sí,” you murmured. “My mami was-- well, I should have listened to her.” 

Hm. 

You want to know what Hm means. Your leg tremored on its own accord. He swept a leather bag by his side up and pulled out a thick folder, running across several tabs. Lab notes, diet plans, pruebas. 

“It happens,” he notes, sliding a page free. “Let’s see how much you know, princesa.” 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to know more, to hear the hum of Spanish bouncing off his lips. It was a world apart from your mother’s shrill screams on Saturday mornings to clean an already clean house. It held its own beauty and mystery when he spoke it. You took the page from him, setting it down on the bland tablespace by your phone, lighting up with a notification.

Jess When you meet Miguel, don’t do it.

"¿Princesa?" you asked.

"You dress like one. Don’t worry if you fail,” you plucked out a pink mechanical pencil, complete with little animated characters tightened around the wrapping. You perked at his words, choking a small smile. “I expect you to.” 

Why was he like this? You took another unfortunate look at him, his large forearm plastered over the desk, making the book he had to look like peanuts in comparison. God, he was hot-- you felt comparatively hideous, drooling over a man that was out of your league. Maybe he could be your piece of eye candy this year. Your phone buzzed along the table again. Miguel’s eyes shot to it, a frown pulling at his lips. 

Jess Don’t fuck him. He can’t keep his dick to himself.

He reaches over, flipping your phone down with an overworked smile sundering his expression. It’s almost fake. 

“Are you…” you turned your eyes to the questions on the page. “A student?” 

“Grad student,” Miguel answered. So, older than you then. “I graduated with a BA in Spanish and a BS in Genetics.” 

“Oh! A dual degree?” The man couldn’t be normal. He had to do both. “Did it… take a while?”

“No, it was accelerated.” 

He was unreal. There was no way this man was ordinary. It was physically impossible for the man to be that hot and successful. You scribbled across the page, nipping the back of your pencil at particularly hard questions.

“So you just do this for… a living?” you asked him. 

“I teach and train clients, yes.”

“Train?” 

“Gym,” Miguel set his cheek on his fist.

“I do cardio with Jess. No strength training for me.” Jess-- who suggested Miguel to you. You had some shit to bitch at her about the next time you saw her. Namely, why she didn’t warn you about Miguel. He was a boon for chaos in your life.

“I’d waste your time. I’m all marshmallow,” you pat your soft belly. “All pan dulce and burros.” 

He chuckled. 

“You have a beautiful body.” 

And that was that. You set the pencil down on a page half full of answers, glancing toward his full lips. They were quirked into an arrogant smirk. He knew the effect he had on women. He glanced to the page, then to you, his lips growing into a smile laden with arrogance. 

“Your hips--” he glanced down, “My girls couldn’t pay to get them.” 

He noticed. You supposed that the miniskirt wasn’t the best choice for meeting a new man.

“Do you talk to everyone like this?”

“No. Only the ones that look at me like you did." 

Oh. 

 If it were a game of whom ate whom up first, you had to be honest-- it may have been you. You couldn’t shoot anything back at that, angling your head down at the page guiltily. A sigh fell from his chest. His large hand came to the back of your head, cupping the thick bow on the back of your head. His fingers ran across the silk, teasing it between his fingers.

“Calm down, you’re not the first one to do it. You won't be the last,” he turned your head to look at him, large fingers combing through the strands of your hair. He chased the panic in your wide eyes, doe eyes blown wide. Your heartbeat soared into your chest, choking you there, looking for an outlet from your shame. 

“Breathe for me,” he leaned in, his warm breath tingling your ear. His cologne was clean, like the lapse of the waves on the shore back home where the tropical heat was a second skin. You listened, taking a weary, deep breath in, then out again. Again. 

“Go on.” His knuckles rapped on the sheet. Miguel’s hand fell away. You found yourself longing for it again. 

“He’s gorgeous.” 

“I told you not to fuck him," your superior, Jess said, her feet bouncing off the stairstepper effortlessly.

“I didn't-- I just, he called me beautiful.” 

“He would call anyone beautiful if it meant fucking them. Don’t fall for it.” 

You knew Jess wouldn’t say it unless she were serious. She always knew what you needed help with, where to locate a good solution, and had the right words to calm you down.

“How?” you said, louder than you intended. You were suddenly thankful for the pounding music that beat down on your ears in your school’s gym and the rush of people that came and went. “Jess, you’re a lesbian. You don’t understand-- he’s thick. Like, he’s luchador status big. Big, big.” 

“I’ve dated some thick women.” 

“And he likes me,” you said pointedly, rushing to the topmost step, remembering his words. The way he calmed you down from your embarrassment, seeming without concern for his own body. It was… sweet. “Men usually don’t like me, Jess. I’m too… soft.” 

“Okay, girl, whatever,” you were pretty sure she rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re going to be another one of his fuck toys, just ignore him.”  

“How?”

Her stare trained on the floors lapsed. Thirty and she was still going. “If you don’t want him, just fire him. What’s going to do? Come find you?” 

You stopped for the entirety of five… or ten seconds. Enough to consider her words. Enough to quite literally get plop off the stair stepper and onto the cold floor. Jess exhaled a stale breath, reaching over to jam the STOP button on your machine. Ow.

“Good job.” 

Miguel likes to tutor you. Not because you’re good at Spanish, no, for a girl that grew up with a Spanish mother, your skills are quite poor. But he likes the opportunity to have you in a room all by yourself, late at night. Wednesdays are great days for that. 

Your soft buttercup yellow dress is short today, exposing your thick thighs that take up so much of the chair. He pretends that he’s listening as you go over a list of irregular verbs, your lip pouting in response to the irregular verbs. Some were simple in their familiarity like poder with endings such as pudiste; but the plurals and other irregular verbs, you pouted at. It was cute. 

“Miggy, it’s not funny, ” Oh, nicknames now. Miguel throws a glance at your glossy lips, undoubtedly sticky but oh so soft looking. 

“I never said it was.” 

“You’re smirking.” 

“Then don’t whine,” he said. “It’s cute.” 

“Oh--” As to be expected, you shifted your hands between your legs, drawing your skirt in between your legs. He faltered and took a glance, coasting his eye over its edges and memorizing the way it fell over your skin. You’ll ruin her, he remembers Jess saying. She wasn’t wrong, he sensed the bit of it now, how close you sat-- 

“Take a break, princesa. Vocabulary-- ascendencia.” 

Rather than take a break, you turned and caught the corner of his lips in what was a terrible, cherry-red kiss that would stain his skin. But the connection of your lips, puckered in a pouting kiss on his skin, caught him off guard. 

“Descent,” you took his red pen out of his loose grip, scribbling descent by the word. Fuck. Miguel took a sip of now cold coffee. A smile kept pulling at his cheeks, looking out of the window and catching the slight reflection of your lipstick smeared across his lip and cheek, he bobs his head into a nod.

“Correcto.” 

You’re with Peter the first time you see Miguel with another woman. 

It’s at lunch. Tuesdays and Thursdays are regularly spent running to the College of Arts, waiting for Peter to get out, and a picnic. Today, you forgot to bring lunch, running off to the union hand wrapped around his elbow as he talked to you about a bright new camera lens filter.

“These new pictures are going to come out perfect! Thanks for lending me the money,” he beamed. You loved the way he talked about his art-- stopping to show you his newest pictures of the camera that hung around his neck. Peter was always good with a camera, catching you in all the prettiest angles in your trade of photos for… sponsoring a lens or whatever. Or, at least, bringing down the cost. “Look at this one. Look how pretty you look in that dress, kinda like a pin-up! We should do some’a those next.” 

Feet thumping over the pavement, you failed to sense Miguel's presence until you smelled his peppery cologne carried on the air. There, on a bench, he sat next to a girl. She was pretty, with long dark hair and soft skin. Her hand was on his thigh and his arm around her shoulder, eating the last bit of a flaky empanada-- your eyes burned, the closeness of her head on his shoulder, clearly done and finished, waiting for whatever next plan he had. You don’t want to know what that could be.

“Huh? Oh. hi Miguel!” Peter waved to your dismay. You held onto him a little tighter, wringing circles around his sleeve. Miguel spares you two a glance, his eyebrows pushing together. But he waves, lazy and short. You stifle the hot prick of tears at the corner of your eyes and yank Peter away. “Wha-- I’m coming, I’m coming!"

Days later, Peter has a plan.

“I’ve got it-- the solution to your tea guy problem! You should have told me sooner that it was Miguel.” 

Peter was very excited. Why, you weren’t sure. He liked to feel helpful. That’s why he was a photographer. Photography lets others feel beautiful and seen. He picked at your lunch, his head flopped on your thigh as he worked through his camera. 

“I’ll be your boyfriend!”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” you offered him a grape. He opened his mouth with an adorable ‘ah’ of his his lips. You slipped the grape between his lips. He chewed appreciatively. “I don’t know, Peter. Isn’t it lying?” 

“C’mon, I know Miguel. He’s macho. The kind of guy you have to make jealous. And I can do it! I’m boyfriend material. Aren’t I?”

“Sí. But I don’t think I can make him jealous.” 

It was a sunshiney day, sprawled out at lunch on a cool picnic blanket, tracing the clouds when you heard his voice. Soft, smooth, inviting. Your head spun around, this time with a lean blonde-haired girl-- her legs were long, tummy nice and flat, blue eyes shining like little sapphires set in her pale face. She swooned on his arm. The perfect sorority princess. What if he called her princesa, too?

“--close lab with me--” 

“I can do it myself.” 

Miguel’s eyes caught yours, raising his hand lazily to greet you as he walked down the sidewalk, undoubtedly back to his genetics lab on the other side of campus. Over where brilliant boys and girls and theys were, rushing through accelerated scientific programs while you figured out how to fix broken artifacts. He lived in another impossible world. A realm far away from Peter and you: photography and the maintenance of culture and art.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter's eyes were glossy with concern. “It’s okay. We don’t have to-- did I say something wrong?” 

You shook your head. Peter sat up, his eyes bounced up-- from Miguel over his shoulder to your sudden sad eyes. Peter set his hand on your cheek, the fibers of his soft pink cardigan tickling your jaw. Your eyes tore from Miguel, whose pace became sluggish as if steps along took immense effort. Peter’s nose bumped against yours, clumsy and oh so Peterish-- his hand on the middle of your back, his warm but cracked lips swallowing the gasp that tumbled from your lips. He tasted of sweet fruit, the sloppy lunch you shared, and a silly comfort. 

He watching? Peter murmured against your lips. 

You nearly forgot to return the kiss, captured in the way Miguel stared-- something in his warm brown eyes was almost wounded. Peter shoved you onto the picnic blanket, a soft sorry murmured under his breath as his thin frame fell between your legs. Miguel stomped away, his bumbling blonde rushing to keep up. 

“Oh yeah,” Peter rolled over onto his back, crossing his legs one over another. You watched Miguel stomp past the tall hedges, out of your line of sight. “He’s gonna be mad at you.” 

“Peter!” 

Miguel was still in a bad mood hours later. 

“¡Qué surpresa!” he murmured, offering you your paper blotted with red circles. “You did remarkably shit on this test. Do you focus on anything? Or just Peter?” 

“Perdona me.” Your focus was shot with his consistent presence in your life. Not that he could appreciate that. 

“How long are you going to keep wasting my time?” 

“Are you talking about the Spanish or--”

Miguel set the red pen down, a sharp slam snapping the pen under his force. The fragile plastic snapped into shards of plastic. He flicked it away, paper and pen both, his large hand flexing in and out of a closed fist. You traced the tracks of his veins along his forearm.

“Are you mad that I kissed you?” 

“Stop.”

“Or are you angry that Peter did?” 

 “Don’t touch me.” 

Though he said that, you didn’t listen. You slid out of the chair and in between his spread legs, your hands trailing his handsome jawline. He jerked back when your lips caught his, the legs of his chair hitting the wall. Though he said no, his mouth opened to your kiss, and his palms flushed against your soft cheeks. You pinned him between your body and the wall-- and though you were sure he’d quickly whirl you off if he really wanted to, he didn’t. His tongue pushed into your mouth, owning yours. His hands skimmed your back, trailing lower and lower down your deep red dress until he connected with your ass. 

“You need to stop.” Miguel broke from his kiss. Though he said that, he brought you onto his lap. You felt little in his large arms, his hands guiding your hips over his crotch. “Before I do something you’ll regret.”

You listened to the sounds of the library’s floor. The scrunch of take out into the trash, the sing of a door opening and closing. It was dinner time. Most everyone had gone to get their snacks— and here you were, looking down at Miguel with rapt eyes. 

“Peter is just a friend.” 

“A friend who happens to jam his tongue down your throat,” he turned the word over on his tongue and found offense in it. “Now why do I doubt that?” 

“He only wanted to help.”

“By kissing you?” 

Your fingers trailed his jaw, dipping back down for another kiss if only to say you could. That Miguel couldn’t tell you what to do. A sound of frustration ripped up his throat. You felt him, his dick twitching to life behind those sweatpants. He felt big. You bit your lower lip— a movement that didn’t escape his attentive eyes. 

“By making you as jealous,” You slid off his lap and onto the dirty floor. But as you lifted a hand, cupping his dick through the heavy fabric, he couldn’t bear to stop you. 

His lips pulled in a wicked grin, your soft palm stroking along his length. He hooked his thumbs into his sweats, yanking them down over his knees and onto the floor. His cock kissed his belly, straining with droplets of moisture at the tip. Miguel set his hand on your shoulder and forced you to heel on the floor. His temperament evened out. “You were jealous.” 

“Yes--” you murmured. “Are.. those girls, are they special?” 

“Special? No, none of them are.” 

“I want to be.” 

“That so?” Your soft hands trailed along the dark hair on his calves, up his thighs, settling your nose where his muscular hand tightened around the root. He wrenched his swarthy hand along his length, drawing along his veiny cock shamelessly. "Let's see how much you do, princesa."

“Please.”

“Aquí se habla español.” Miguel teased. Your fingers dipped down, small tickles of your fingertips as his heavy balls. He watched you massage them with half-lidded eyes, his lips pursing in a pleased hum. 

“Por favor.” 

“Abre,” you did, sliding your soft mouth open, a well of saliva on your tongue. Miguel slid himself into your warm mouth, a ruptured groan fizzing in his chest. You didn’t want to be too loud— someone might look into the small window on the door, and see you on your knees between Miguel’s thick legs, sucking his cock down when you should be going over that test you just failed. 

You caught the salty beads at Miguel’s top on your tongue, sliding sloppily around his thick head, and lapping at his slit for more. Your soft hands stroked along his length, clumsy and shy. He hummed in approval, a sound you were more than thankful to elicit. Miguel took a fist full of your hair and drove himself into your mouth, your tongue stroking the underside of his length. 

“Pero mira esto,” Miguel wrenched his head in your hair, grabbing handfuls of it in his palm. “You can focus on something. Sucking my dick.”

Even if you wanted to look up, Miguel drove your head down onto his dick, the dark, trimmed tuft of his pubic hair tickling your nose. He drew his hips back. You nearly pulled off him, if not for his hand assuring that you wouldn’t move off of it. Drool coursed down from your lips, soaking your chin and neck, connecting to his cock as if it were a spiderweb. Your cheeks flushed with blood— you must have looked a mess. 

“Coño," Miguel tutted with his tongue, grasping his phone. Your lips pursed around his tip, eyes flickering up to catch the lens of his phone camera on your ruined face. A picture or a video, you weren’t entirely sure. Only that it sent thumps of pleasure down your core to know he wanted to record it, keep it close. You suckled along his sensitive head, working his moans free. He set his phone aside. 

Miguel stood and dragged your head along with him to pin you between the ledge of the desk space and his wonderful hips. His hands slipped behind your head, keeping you still and steady, driving himself deep into your mouth. Past your tongue, down your throat, it felt like he hit parts of you that you could only dream of. You struggled with his size, choking the urge to swallow him when he forced you to hold him there. As if your throat was just a hole for his pleasure. Your sad attempt to suckle him down was tempered by the rocking of his hips, his needy face fucking. Your eyes screwed shut, bits of color dancing behind your eyes, the easiest way to deal with this was to focus— on the way he tasted, the scent of his fresh body wash, the light judder of his hips as he came close. 

"Hah-- ay, qué rico," his nails scraped the back of your neck, sloppy and undefined thrusts filling your throat. He spurts thick ropes of his cum down your throat and mouth, withdrawing to jerk the last bursts of his cum over your lips. Miguel’s breath fell from his lips in heavy gulps, meeting yours down on your aching knees. Strings of coughed-up cum connected your sodden lips to his cock, globs of his seed slipping between your breasts. You ached. 

“Tate quieta.” 

You don’t know where you’d go, your palms catching yourself on the floor. He snapped another photo, humming appreciatively. Miguel reached into his gym bag, pulling a sweaty shirt free. Your fingers dipped into his warm cum that spattered across your warm chest, drawing it to your lips. He tasted salty, tangy, and just right.

"You look so-- so beautiful, princesa, just perfect," Miguel bent down, wiping the rest of his mess from your chest and face, gently stroking away all evidence of your face fucking before cleaning his cock and tucking himself away into his sweatpants. He chucked the t-shirt back into his bag, glazing his eyes over your hazy, exhausted eyes. He crouched down. 

“Rule one, I never share my women,” he settled his knuckle under your chin, urging you to look him in the eyes. Something told him you wouldn't be as easy as the others, but for some reason, he shrugged the thought aside. “As long as I'm fucking you, you date no one but me. If I find out you are, we're done. Am I clear?”

He was a walking red flag. But for once, in your good girl life, you wanted that. You wanted to fuck in the library-- against the genetics building late at night-- to kiss him during a sunny picnic. More than you wanted a lot of things. His eyes went soft with your answer. 

“Claro que sí, Miggy.”

He loves it when he gets what he wants.

[madeintheniamh]

I feel like Lottie gives me rebel teen vibes compared to Tilly...... so could we please please have a one shot of teen Lottie doing something rebellious ;)

hehehe... loved writing this one

a hairstyle for a styles

stmf one shot #19

You weren’t that fussy with how the girls looked growing up- whilst Tilly was more similar to you in that she liked to have her hair done and wear matching socks and fancy dresses, Lottie followed much more closely to Harry. But you did have a rule, which was that you wanted the girls to keep their long hair. Both of them had inherited the typical Styles hair genes- with Tilly’s hair being long and dark blonde, and Lottie’s being a mad, curly chocolate brown lob that formed ringlets around her head. There were only a few things that Lottie didn’t like about herself- she was much more confident than her older sister- but her hair was unfortunately one of those things.

new imessage from kitty:

just chop it. you’re gunna look amazing 😉

“Fuck it,” she muttered to herself, as she took the scissors to her hair and made the first cut. “Fuck,”

It was shorter than she had intended, with the offending chunk now barely touching her collarbone, whilst the rest of her hair still rested halfway down her spine. There was no going back, she thought, as she took the rest of the thick curly lob in her hand and chopped it off at her neck, and then proceeded to stare in the mirror for a good-few-minutes, realising her mistake, her long brown hair now scattered all over the bathroom floor. She was glad you weren’t home, but she had no clue what she was going to do when you did arrive home.

The first person to see the botched haircut was Tilly, who audibly gasped.

“Oh my god,” She screamed. “Your hair,”

She ushered Lottie downstairs, still virtually screaming at this point. Harry was sat in the living room, guitar in hand, as the noise made him look up.

“Hey my best girls, whoa, wow,” He choked slightly. “What happened?”

“I think it looks better,” Lottie smiled.

“Better!” Tilly scoffed, running her hands through her sister’s hair. “It looks like a toddler’s cut your hair!”

Harry sat up slowly. “It looks good, from the front,” He laughed. “But it’s not very even, and what is your Mum going to say when she gets home?”

“Why,” Tilly moaned, as she directed Lottie towards one of the barstools in the kitchen. “Your hair was so nice,”

Harry laid one of the tea-towels out on the floor, and grabbed a pair of scissors from the cupboard, passing them to Tilly.

“You want me to use these? On hair?” Tilly gasped. “These are for cooking!”

“We don’t really have a choice,” He sighed. “Just try and make it a bit better before your Mum gets home, surely it can’t get much worse,”

Tilly’s brows furrowed in concentration as she attempted to make both sides of her sister’s hair even, with a lot of colourful sounding words escaping from her mouth in the process. Harry stayed watching the entire time, laughing every-time Tilly would forcefully grab hold of Lottie’s chin and wrench it upright.

“Stop moving, or it’s going to be even worse! And stop laughing, Daddy, it’s not funny,” she scolded, whacking Harry’s back with one of the tea towels they had laid out on the back of the chair. “This is serious,”

Twenty minutes later, Lottie’s hair looked somewhat better. Whilst it was still slightly uneven, it was pretty good considering that Tilly had never cut hair before, and in the process, Harry had called his hair stylist to come round the next day and try and make it look a little bit more presentable.

“Quick, hide!” he shouted, as he heard the front door unlock, you entering the house with a few bags full of shopping. You pretended to not have heard all three of them shuffling around in the kitchen, as Tilly attempted to shove the scissors back in the drawer. When you walked in, Harry was stood in front of Lottie, blocking her from your view, Tilly stood next to him.

“Harry,” You began to laugh, as you put one of the bags down on the worktop. “Why are you standing like that,”

“Like what?” He asked, a dimple beginning to show on one of his cheeks. “Just standing here, that’s all,”

“Tilly,” You looked over at her. “I feel like you and your Daddy are up to something, I hope you’re not playing pranks on me again, I told you to stop that,”

She smirked slightly, trying to avoid your eyes, but found Harry’s instead, and they both burst out into a roar of laughter, their movement revealing Lottie to be sat behind them.

“Your hair!” You gasped. “Harry! Did you encourage this?!”

“We were trying to fix it!” He laughed. “To be honest, it doesn’t look half bad,”

“Lottie, why didn’t you just tell me, you wanted it shorter.” You sighed.

“You wouldn’t have let me anyway!” She replied, standing up from the chair. “And Daddy says it looks good, so it’s fine,” She winked at Harry, as she lent into his arms.

“It does look good, Lottie baby,” He played with a loose strand of her now shoulder length hair with his fingers. “But you always look good no matter what, my best girl,”

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there you have it. my full intro to rebel teen lottie. more will come soon. thank you to my bestie becca for helping me craft lottie’s personality somewhat (we have many secrets about both her and Tilly that will be revealed gradually teehee)

this forms part of my slipping through my fingers series! I have linked the masterlist for the rest of the series here. as always if you have any requests feel free to send them to my inbox and I will try my best to write them for you. love you all have a wonderful Sunday and week xxx

(my ear is still throbbing from having my helix pierced today so I’m going to bed now)

[noemilivv]

I was waiting for an opening as I saw you had match ups available and would love to see who you'd put me with.

Preference for male characters from Hazbin Hotel

About me: You can call me Claire. I'm AFAB she/her, 5'3", panromantic demisexual. I'm Tim Burton pale, brown eyes, messy curly bob brown hair, glasses with glasses chains usually, chubby but strong, dress either romantic gothic feminine or butch cryptidcore, like no in between, never wear make up because sensory hell.

Some type of neurodivergent but not diagnosed specifically. I tend to know a little about a lot of things due to jumping from focus to focus. Queen of Dad jokes, rather blunt since I'm not subtle. Aside from English can speak Latin, some Gaelic, some Spanish, a little bit of Turkish/Arabic, Church Greek and Slavonic, and random phrases in Russian, German, and Italian. I'm ENFP, Ares cabin from PJO if that means anything.

I teach preschool, love children as they're so fun to be around and the possibilities they have ahead are wonderful. I also bake, sew, knit, read tons of books, collect rocks and other nature stuff, tend to the gardens, I sing in my choir, and like to listen to music. Not specific music genres that I care for, more vibes, but been into some Bauhaus lately, along with SJ Tucker and The Dead South.

My faith is important to me, I even am considering pursuing becoming a religious sister at a convent, like a nun.

I do love horror, romantic gothic poetry (Think Poe and the like), analog horror(DOAI, Mandela Catalogue), Dr. Who, bad b movies (think Redletter media level bad), animation in general, HB HH, stuff like that, I read everything and anything so long as the narrative is interesting or the subject is a hyperfixation of mine, such as Religions, Mythology, History relating to late Medieval to Elizabethan, textiles, fantasy, or speculative biology (like thought potato on youtube). I also do dress in character for the Renaissance Festival, people assume I work there as I have season passes for the last 5 years and attend all weekends from open to close.

I tend to be a sweet tooth, love any chocolate, baked goods with richness or chocolate flavors, drink lots of coffee, tea, sweet red wines, mead, rum based cocktails or dark malty beers if we're going alcohol, though I tend to be the driver if I'm going to party somewhere. My giving love language is touch and words, along with acts of service. My receiving love language is words, touch, and gift giving. I love to cook or make gifts for others, usually don't expect it in turn.

I'm loud, maternal, weirdly dark yet wholesome, and able to lift a toilet with my bare hands up two flights of stairs. I tend to talk either like a southern grandma or terminally online weirdo with random swears. When friends have a bad breakup I'm like do you want a hug or does someone have to die?

In relationships I can be very talkative, but also in a sense the less dominant partner. Like, I handle the day to day, but not great at organizing the dates, the stuff like that's more romantic. I'd hope my partner could handle that part. I'm also romantically easily flustered. Like squeaking and burning red in the face from genuine good flirting.

So hope you can find someone right for me, God Bless you dear.

hello claire!! i decided to pair your with…

Lucifer !!

First of, he loves your love of kids, and let’s be real, he probably has a love of kids as well, as much as Charlie is an adult, he would probably eagerly introduce you to her after finding out this tidbit of info

Honestly, to him, you give off very strong, emotional support wifey vibes and honestly he is all in for it haha

Lucifer doesn’t mind that you can be very talkative, infact, he enjoys it.

He tries to make it fairly easy when it comes to planning dates for you, so most of the time, you both just stay in

Also, Luci is definitely someone who gets flustered easily, so you both just end up giddy and smiley at eachothers shy little flirty comments and it’s the most heart warming thing

[sugolara]

𝙇𝙮𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙨 - 𝘼 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

series m.list

“I can’t believe your parents let you  have the house to yourself!” Ochaco grinned and bounced on her feet, “Your house is so nice!”

“Speaking of parents, where are they?” Tenya placed his gift underneath the colorful christmas tree, “Christmas is the time of year where families come together.”

“And yet you’re standing here.” Shoto sat on the living room couch, flipping through channels. 

Tenya was a bit embarrassed and placed his hand on his hips, “I figured I’d spent this year with my great friends! I can always celebrate Christmas with my family next year, or tomorrow.”

“Aw!” Ochaco sat next to Shoto, “I’m honored to be called your great friend!” 

F/n returned from the kitchen with a plate of hot chocolate and smiled, “My parents decided that they would visit an old friend. I choose not to go and instead invite you guys. You’re important people to me!” 

Her friends smiled and grabbed a cup of hot chocolate. Tenya sat on a lazy chair while F/n sat next to Shoto. From the small couch next to the two, Ochaco hummed, “I thought Izuku would  be here?” 

F/n grabbed her phone from her pocket, “I did text him to come over, but he hasn’t said anything and only read it.”

“He’s probably with his mom.” Shoto found a movie, “He did mention that he would be busy today anyways.”

Tenya nodded, “I too reminded him but it appeared he hasn't seen my message.”

Ochaco placed her drink on the coffee table, “I’ll text him!”

“We should leave him alone. He’s most likely spending today with his mom.” Shoto once again flipped through the channel as the movie was boring.

The h/c haired girl agreed with Shoto, “Yeah, he’ll probably find us annoying if we keep texting him.”

Tenya nodded while Ochaco sulked. Yesterday, she tried calling him but he never answered. In a way, it felt like he was ignoring her. Perhaps she was just overthinking. 

Just then the power was cut off. Since the sky was cloudy and snow was falling, they all sat in the dark. They could hear the rushing wind, no doubt a storm might come tonight. They pulled out their phones and used the flashlights. 

F/n stood up and began to walk towards the hallway, “I should have flashlights somewhere around here. Can you guys help me look?”

Ochaco quickly stood up and followed F/n, “I don’t wanna be left alone in the dark!” 

“I’ll check the kitchen.” Shoto said.

Tenya let out a sigh, “I will check in here I suppose.”

From the hallway, Ochaco stood closely to F/n, shining her light down the hallway. F/n’s light was placed on top of a box. The brown haired girl noticed how dark it was especially in the hallway since no windows were nearby, “Now that I think about it, your house is kind of scary.”

F/n hummed as she moved onto the next box, “Yeah, it does give off those vibes. It’s actually funny. For a while I had been hearing noises around my room. I told my parents about it but they said that since the house is quite old, some renovations are needed.”

When she heard no answer, she looked to where Ochaco was standing and was bewildered as she wasn’t there. She placed the box back and grabbed her light, shining it around her, “Ochaco?” 

She found it strange that her friend would just leave considering she didn’t like the dark. However, F/n brushed it off and just figured she went to Shoto or Tenya. 

After checking the remaining small boxes, she closed the closet and headed towards the living room. Tenya wasn’t there. She moved to the kitchen and was once again bewildered as Shoto wasn’t there either. 

“Maybe they're inside a room.” She whispered to herself and headed back to the hallway where the rooms were at. She checked each one only to find no one. It was then that she realized they might be in the basement. 

She hated the basement as it always made her feel uneasy and felt like someone was always watching her. She hesitated to put her hand on the doorknob but eventually she did and opened the door. 

With her phone light, she could see the same wooden stairs that creak at each step. It was dark and she didn’t dare to go further, “This isn’t funny guys! Just so you guys know, I’m not going down there!” 

She heard nothing. She went to close the door but a light suddenly appeared down there. It was the extra Christmas lights. She didn’t know why, but her fingers had begun to tremble. She looked down the hall and shined her light as she swore she saw someone but noone was there. 

She then looked at the basement again and stepped inside, the door closing behind her. With every step she took, the floorboards creaked. She could hear something swinging which made her wonder what it was, “You guys aren’t funny.”

When she finally made it down, she dropped her phone as her face was placed with fear. Her eyes began to tear as she saw Ochaco hanging, her dead eyes looking back at F/n. The girl screamed and ran upstairs.

She quickly shut the basement door and called out to her friends, “Shoto! Tenya!” 

She ran down the hallway and entered her room, her hands trying to turn the lights on but she had forgotten that the power was cut off. Her eyes were blurry from the tears and she tripped as she took a step back. 

From the moonlight, she could see what she had tripped over. Her eyes once again widened as she saw Tenya with a knife plunged into his neck, his blood smearing on her hand. She whimpered and covered her mouth, “T-Tenya.”

She then exited the room and headed to the living room. The tree lights were on. She felt dizzy as she headed for the front door. It wouldn’t budge open. How could this be? She banged on it but to no avail. 

She sniffled and when she turned around, she saw Shoto tied up. She quickly headed to him and felt glad to see he wasn’t harmed. She tried to undo the tape, but the movement caused Shoto to wake up. 

Since his mouth was tied up, he tried to yell at her to look around. She was confused and reached for the tape around his mouth. However, she was suddenly knocked out. 

When she awoke, she groaned as her head hurt. She then jolted in her seat and noticed she was tied up in a bedroom. Christmas lights were all around. She felt like this was some sort of a joke but when she heard the door open her eyes widened, “I-Izuku?”

The green hair smiled, “I’m so glad you’re awake! I was worried that I hit you a little hard.”

“Wh-why?” She said as she once again began to cry.

He smiled kindly like he hadn’t done anything bad, “What are you talking about?”

His smile was then replaced with a worried look. He dried her tears, “Oh no, why are you crying? I’m sorry that I hit you hard. I just needed a way for us to be alone.”

She cried harder, “You-you’re sup-posed to be my fr-freind! Why?!” 

Izuku stared at her, “Friend? I don’t like that word. It feels off.”

His smile then returned with a blush, “Ah! I almost forgot!” 

F/n blinked her tears away and watched as Izuku grabbed a present. He held it in front of her and began to take the top off, showing what was inside the gift. His smile got bigger as F/n’s eyes widened in terror and she began to scream, “Merry Christmas, F/n.”

[caliginousarchitect]

the KHR cats edition entries inspired by @bonesetblues‘ KHR/BNHA crossover fic “curiosity kills the cat (but satisfaction brings it back)” continue. It's the Arcobaleno this time (finally)! Reborn Black medium hair thing. Adult Reborn's drawn with such ludicrously long gangly limbs that we went with some oriental breedtype legs. In the end we couldn't decide between yellow eyes and near-black (which is technically biologically possible but there's only one recorded instance that I know of and they didn't reach adulthood) so both are here. By far he was the most difficult to work out a pose for, he did NOT want to cooperate. Also, curly ear hairs because his curly sideburns needed to be included somehow. I was thinking at the start, either something very small so it'd seem more whacky when he ended up somewhere he shouldn't be, or something quite large, so I also tried throwing a little hint of maine coon flavour in there, but it's not very evident at the end of it I don't think. The fic author's thought for Reborn was Savannah Cat, but I looked at that and went, nah, for reasons explained later on.

Fon Another black medium hair, with some rusting. He seems the sort to spend plenty enough time outdoors during the day for it. I didn't realise before this that Fon has brown eyes, actually. Oriental cat breedtype.

Colonnello Ough the pose, easy, very cooperative. The colour?? not so much. KHR does have characters with realistic blonde hair, but Colonnello is not one of them He has Anime Blond, aka, Yellow. So, Shorthair Black Golden with high ticking, and low-medium white spotting.

Lal Mirch And yet another solid black. Longhair. Her pose was also a tricky one, we knew the vibe of what we wanted, but the actual doing of it was hard. Trying to do her scar was also hard because there just aren't any very good references for it (especially since the anime basically just. turned it into... a tattoo?). Gave her a bunch of white hairs from little scars and some around the face scar. Darkish orange-copper eyes was about as close as we could get to her anime... pink... ish? reddish? eye colour.

Verde Dark blue classic tabby shorthair with low white spotting and blue-grey eyes (teeeechnically probably not very likely since he's not a Point colouration, but they are Possible and the only way to match Verde's canon grey. Why does he have grey eyes, the one time you get an anime character with anime colour hair and he DOESN'T have matching eyes, honestly). The expression was the hard part here, mostly. Trying to get any balance of smug/pideful and annoyed scientist and intrigued at situation? Hard. How is he meant to do a proper science with paws. He cannot hold a pen to write and keyboards are not designed for paws. He needs to make an invention to facilitate this.

Skull Another difficult one to pose, trying to get the bluster and also the fear. Chocolate shorthair with ghost markings and blue eyes. Open mouths from any angle other than side-on are haaaaaard.

Uni Blue/cream charcoal torbie bengal kitten! And here's the main reason we didn't want to do savannah cat Reborn- Uni is an actual hybrid, although we don't actually know her f-generation (... would you call it that, in humans-and-related-species?) from Sepira, but we can guess she was within 10 or so generations. Very low cream, but it is there. Bonuses: Reborn (yellow eye version), Verde (anime colour version), Skull (anime colour version) (and Viper/Mammon is not here becasue they're with the Varia)

[w3bgrl]

billie’s hair eras

a/n: eras marked with a ♡ are fan-favorite or viral hairstyles!

survival show/hellevator & i am not

debuted with a natural dark brown to go with the natural-ish colors the other members had

not the healthiest it’s ever been since she had dyed her hair in the past but it was pretty close!

juyeon said during this time that although she did like to dye her hair, she really loved natural colors on people

i am who? ♡

ariel era!

third musketeer of the redhead trio during my pace (felix & jisung)

stays lovedddd the red. she was easy to spot at events and often had other fandoms asking “who’s the girl with the red hair?”

definition of iconic

tried really hard to hide her new color and did a great job until the few days before the album release when she posted a photo that had one (1) stray hair on her shirt

i am you

back to brown!

somehow had really healthy hair this era? luscious and long and beautiful even after the red

faded into black by the end of the era

also styled her hair mostly straight this era in contrast to the ariel curls of my pace

she was soooo girlfriend during i am you era (≧∀≦)

clé 1: miroh ♡

juyeon’s favorite dye so far; the ombré

miroh also had a natural hair kinda vibe minus jeongin so juyeon got to have best of both worlds - natural color and dyed

she also got to style it really curly most of the time which was a huge plus

played a huge part of why she gained a lot of her popularity during miroh era

clé 2: yellow wood, double knot, & clé: levanter

no dye for these comebacks :(

for side effects juyeon dyed over the remnants of the ombré with a dark brown to fade into her natural color.

by double knot her hair was fully back to black. styling was usually lazy curls if not straightened.

levanter era came around and juyeon said she was getting antsy to dye her hair again. at the time she mentioned blue, pink, or another round of red. however, she actually didn’t do any of these colors next.

go live ♡

listen,

blonde juyeon stopped the space-time continuum. stay twitter was in a frenzy. you would have thought that someone died. someone probably did honestly

god tier comeback with god tier looks. god’s menu era was such a time to be alive.

after having her natural hair for the past few comebacks juyeon was so excited to be a blondie!!

stays were wondering what she’d do after the blonde as it became more brassy color by the end of this era, which is how stays were literally fed by the back door comeback

in life

blueyeon? are we kidding?

started out as a really vibrant royal blue color but as it started lightening it became more of a teal.

juyeon held on to this blue hair for as long as she could until you could almost see the bleach underneath :( she loved the blue

almost as iconic as her red hair era but just not quite there. yet you can still find blueyeon stans talking about her impact to this day

no easy & oddinary

and would you believe it or not, she went back to black.

somewhat healthy? certainly a little fried from the blonde but it was not falling out so that was a win.

she actually went back to black immediately before they went on kingdom, which is when she found out that most people agreed she had a whole different vibe with black hair.

scorpio rising queen

maxident ♡

finally!! short hair juyeon!

after years of stay begging for short hair juyeon, not only did she deliver but she served.

lots of buns off-stage in this era. something about short hair made her wanna put it up more.

it was black for 90% of this era and then one day it was brown?? cute either way!

her comment sections in this era was actually ridiculous and honestly a little cringe but stay were serious about showing their love for the bob

5 star & rock star

during 5 star her hair was a more chocolate-y color from the tail end of maxident era before she went back to black again for rock star (are we seeing the pattern here?)

while juyeon did like the short hair it was certainly just a comeback style for her and she secretly decided to start growing her hair back out the day after she cut it

during the gap between maxident and 5 star (october 2022 - june 2023) she let the bob do its thing until it hit her shoulders and then she started wearing extensions

juyeon’s hair also grows like a weed so the divide between the extensions and her natural long hair is hard to find

now in rock star era it seems that her hair is completely grown out to her usual natural color and length

[sunjaesol]

#23 gives off such strong juke wedding cake ceremony vibes i want to CRY

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating

(brother's best friend au)

Julie's eyes scrolled over the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie recipe: all-purpose flour, baking soda, baking powder, sea salt, unsalted butter, peanut butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips.

LF Performing Arts High School had a bake sale tomorrow, and Julie had uncharacteristically forgotten about it until Kayla sent her a reminder. She was just so busy with assignments and piano lessons, that cookies were the last thing on her mind.

Julie was stubborn, however, and refused to relent and buy a box of cookies from the grocery store. She was better than that. Dumping the dry ingredients into a large bowl, she started folding them together.

Upstairs, a bark of laughter erupted from Reggie's bedroom. As always, her brother had invited Luke over. He basically lived here at this point. Reggie became friends with Luke in their Freshman Year, when Julie was in Eighth Grade, and hadn't left each other's side since. They were seventeen now. Alex Mercer often joined them, but it was always Reggie and Luke.

Blocks of softened butter and eggs fell into the flowery mess. Grabbing the mixer, Julie blended it into a smooth dough, adding the rest of the ingredients in the end. Few curls had fallen out of her bun. Aggravated, her lips pressed together as she puffed and kept them away from the mixture.

By the time her fingers clung with cookie dough, molding it into discs, the boys ran downstairs.

"Julie," Reggie called, gliding into the kitchen, "Dad's asked me to pick up Carlos from baseball. Can you do it?"

Her brows raised and held up her hands. "What do you think?"

Her brother groaned. Behind him, Luke appeared and hoisted himself up on the free space of the kitchen island. He eyed the sheet of cookies curiously, though didn't say anything. Julie's gaze lingered on him for a prolonged beat before she forced herself to address Reggie.

"It's literally not that big of a deal," she argued. "You know I have the sale tomorrow. And I picked up Carlos last week."

"I have Luke over."

"Luke's always over."

"That's true." Luke chimed in, much to Reggie's dismay. The boy looked at his friend as though he'd committed treason. Julie hid her smile behind a loose curl, amused. "C'mon, man, I'll be okay here. I'll do homework, or something."

Reggie snorted. "Sure." It seemed resolved, though, and he grabbed the car keys from the counter. They jingled around his finger. "I'll be back in a snap!"

Luke and Julie waved goodbye at her brother. The moment the front door closed and silence encased the house, did her heart rate tick up. Peeking at Luke, she already found him staring at her.

The effect of having Luke over all the time, of having him be Reggie's closest friend, was that he also got to know Julie. Breakfasts, dinners, school hallways, car rides, trips to the movies, concerts. They became close as well. Only... Reggie didn't know that.

So close, in fact, that they kissed a couple months ago at a Carrie Wilson house party. In a dark hallway. For, like, thirty minutes straight. And then they continued doing that several times afterwards.

Julie knew it was typical of her: of course she had a thing for her brother's best friend.

(How could she not? He had dreamy green eyes and fluffy brown hair and a perfect smile and he wore sleeveless shirts and played the guitar the same way he spoke to her: impassioned and electric.)

Luke hopped off the island and slid beside her, tucking a curl behind her ear. "It smells good."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Have you tasted it yet?"

She shot him a strange look. "Of course you're the type of person to eat raw dough."

"C'mon," he drawled, looming over her with an infuriating grin. Anticipation swarmed in her stomach, her hands at her sides to refrain from touching him. "You're not even curious?"

"I know it's good. I've made the recipe before."

Sticking out his index finger, he went for the bowl. She slapped it away.

"Jules!" he exclaimed, scandalised.

"This is for the bake sale!" she chastised, but her voice was light and teasing. Jules, she loved that nickname. "If you want to taste, use a spoon."

With a roll of the eye, he moved around her and opened the cutlery drawer, grabbing a spoon and finally dipping it into the dough. Julie continued pressing the remainders into the baking sheet, perfect circles lining each other like soldiers. From the corner of her eye, she watched Luke taste it.

He hummed, pleased, and directed the spoon to her. It still had a dollop of dough on it. "You try."

It honestly sucked keeping their attraction a secret. They weren't in a relationship, but acted like a real couple when they were alone. They texted until she fell asleep, he snuck excerpts of unfinished songs in her locker to know out what she thought of it, she conveniently did her homework at the diner he worked at. It was almost perfect it hurt. Julie didn't want to upset Reggie and Luke didn't want to lose his best friend.

So, she took the chances as they popped up. Like now.

Pushing his hand aside, she stretched on her tiptoes and kissed him. The spoon clattered on the island, his arms instantly curling around her to keep her pressed against him. Her mouth puckered into a smile at the taste of cookie dough on his tongue. Giggling, she tilted her head back and felt him chase her, nose bumping against her chin.

"You taste like peanut butter," she laughed.

Luke smiled, "You always eat PB&J sandwiches, so that's a win to me."

There was something tender in his gaze as he said it. The words were casual, but his intent gaze and soft tone made her feel weak in the knees. God, she liked him. She really really liked him and his stupid comments.

He kissed her again and again, until she reminded him in a haze that she had to finish her cookies. Luke didn't take that as a hint to give her space. Instead, he hugged her from behind and watched from over her shoulder as she prepared the last of the dough into discs. It felt like a move plucked straight from the 90s rom-coms she and Flynn liked to watch.

Finally, Julie placed the tray into the oven. Had they been aware of the time, they would know that out of rush hour, it wouldn't take Reggie that long to pick up Carlos from practice. But kissing Luke — being with Luke — made her mind deliciously empty.

The front door swung open.

"Whoa."

The couple jumped apart in fright and whipped their heads to the sound. It was Carlos. The boy stared at them with his eyes wide like saucers, equal amounts aghast and disgusted. "What the heck."

Julie shot towards him with her hands clasped together. "Carlos, I'm begging you, do not tell Reggie. You didn't see anything."

Her tween brother was a menace, though, and raised a cocky brow. "Lemme think... no."

Julie groaned, considered the idea of murdering her little brother, and almost acted on it, when Luke jumped in to help. With a dazzling smile, he said: "Carlos, I'll play League Of Legends with you if you don't say something."

"Say what?" Reggie walked through the door, oblivious to what had just transpired.

Carlos' mischievous expression turned innocent and toothy. "Luke's gonna play League Of Legends with me!"

Julie's eyes closed in relief. Thank God her brother couldn't resist bargaining. Luke's hand, that had found its way on the small of Julie's back, fell to his side. She already missed it.

"Oh!" Reggie appeared surprised. "That's cool of you, buddy."

Luke shrugged. His cheeks were red. "No big deal."

"I'm, um." Her voice sounded strained, not her own, rather one of a girl that has lied to her brother for months about the boy she was kissing just moments ago. "I'm gonna— go. To the studio."

Reg eyed her strangely. "You okay?"

"Yep." Julie put her thumbs up. "I ate some of the batter and I'm feeling a little woozy, so, um—" Gaze flitting from a guilty Luke to a confused Reggie and smug Carlos, she left her sentence open-ended and beelined to the studio.

God, liking her brother's best friend might be the best and worst decision of her life.

///

send me kiss prompts for juke!

[headmates-from-outer-space]

hello! we saw your blog in the build a headmate tag yesterday and we like your vibe!!! can we please request a headmate based on winter, december, nighttime, general coldness, snowfall and ice and Winter? (nothing christmas related though !!!)

notes : teenager (13-19), vaguely nonhuman is some way? humanoid but not a Human Human, masc? fem? all? both and neither?,

notes 2 : please please please not a white person. body is poc. brown skin for the win 🔥🔥🔥

Winter Headmate

Names: Bianca, Eira, Eirwen, Andri, Juniper, Isolde

Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her, They/Them, Snow/Snows, Flake/Flakes, Soft/Softs, Frozen/Frozens, Cold/Colds, Ice/Ices, Sharp/Sharps, Star/Stars, Moon/Moons

Genders: Pangender, Winterpoetic, Yukinic, Girlprince, Genderfrio, Snowperihumic, Winteress, Snowstarthing, Snowynightgender

Age: 15-17

Roles: Comforter, Pacifier, Praiser

Likes: Painting, Telling stories, Hot chocolate, PDA, Playing in snow, Fog, Snow globes

Dislikes: Heat, Insects, Pranks, Crowds, New things, Cleaning up

Personality traits: Could talk all day long, Looks cold but is very warm, Doesnt trust people, Shy, Creative, Self-Centered

Appearance: Dark skin, dark brown hair with blond-ish roots, Blue eyes, Androgynous, Sharp teeth

Extra: Selkie or just a shapeshifter

[sillycoffeewizard]

Hi everyone, and today I thought I'd share a little fanfic about John Titor!!! this is just my little sketch, with which I wanted to convey certain vibes for the likes of John Titor fans!!

"The twinkle in brown eyes"

For a person consumed by work, time flies by unnoticed. Day turns into night, taking away the sunlight, noise, and bustle. Darkness envelops the world, and everything living peacefully drifts off to sleep. Now, there's only tranquility and the twinkling stars in the sky.

The quiet sound of fingers swiftly tapping keys on the keyboard echoes around the room, occasionally interrupted for a moment, then resuming again. The dim light from the computer monitor illuminates the pale face of a girl with short, slightly uneven chestnut hair. Her gaze, focused, rests upon the screen. She displays no emotions but appears worn out; the pallor of her skin and the dark circles under her eyes clearly convey that. Her eyes smoothly shift from the computer screen to the digital clock: midnight. It's time to relax and finally indulge in her favorite activity. Her fingers reach for the power button; the sole source of light fades, and the room plunges into darkness. John Titor leans back in the chair, covering tired eyes, stretching her weary limbs. Then, with a few quick movements, she adjusts her shirt and tie before rising from the table and leaving the room.

***

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Vertin hears the familiar, distinct, monotonous voice behind her and turns around, momentarily distracted from her paperwork. Since meeting John, quite some time has passed, and she has memorized all her specific phrases and could roughly understand the meaning of each one. Even now, hearing the familiar set of numbers and letters, Vertin nods approvingly and dons her top hat. There's no need to repeat it twice.

"Let's go."

***

A cool breeze brushes their faces. John's short chestnut strands of hair flutter lightly. They, like her eyes, resemble something tender and warm, like hot chocolate, cocoa, or autumn leaves. The girl confidently heads towards her rather old car – her 1966 Corvette. With the same confidence, she settles behind the wheel, finally feeling more relaxed and content. Vertin, following, takes the passenger seat next to her. The sound of the engine starting, the rustle of wheels in motion... and soon the car disappears among the houses.

The lights of the nocturnal city illuminate John's face, reflecting in small glints on her glasses' lenses and in her pupils. Her hands lay motionless on the wheel. Melodic songs from the 80s softly emanate from the speakers. At this moment, she seems to be in her element, immersed in her own thoughts. Subtle reflections on the past, present, future, the day, week, month passed. However, nothing matters except the present moment. Here and now. Deserted streets, lampposts, the dark sky, the steady hum of the engine, the music, moving forward, forward... it's calming, enchanting, and captivating in its beauty. Nights like these are especially unique to John.

Vertin doesn't necessarily need to converse with the girl whose language for expressing thoughts is hexadecimal code. One could say they understand each other without words. Somehow, they always act in harmony. Vertin is accustomed to John often taking her along for rides through the night city, whether needing silent company or just wanting to showcase beautiful landscapes. The girl never objected to these pleasant little journeys. Gazing out the window, observing the changing houses, lit signs, trees, parks, was quite engaging. Sometimes Vertin dozed off right in the car, placing her top hat on her lap and tilting her head slightly to the side. Then John remained alone with these streets, lights, sky, and earth, accompanied by the music. Looking ahead, she admired what she saw. Just like every night. Just like now. The small twinkling stars scattered everywhere accompanied her. She doesn't want to sleep at all.

***

Morning approaches, meaning it's time to return. Gradually, the sky brightens, and the stars fade. The journey doesn't take much time and feels like the conclusion of this small adventure. But it's only for the day.

The car stops, the steady hum of the engine ceases. John Titor lightly touches Vertin's shoulder, who immediately opens her eyes and looks around, slightly disoriented, as if not understanding where she is. Waking up, she nods and smiles.

"Thank you."

"5465616D776F726B"

John responds in the same monotone, but there's a semblance of a faint smile on her face... or did Vertin imagine it? No one can say for sure. Her expression remains the same, devoid of any emotions. At this moment, she feels tired, and after a while, she'll fall asleep, but only for a few hours, curled up under the blanket. Another day filled with necessary routines, universal bustle, and unnecessary noise. But that's only until nightfall.

art - cr: sssirrrai on twi

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Old WIPs time

So I reread this middle school WIP I had called Perspectives. I also rewrote it in high school but didn't get very far.

A few things of note:

The MS version is done in blatant diary entries while the HS version I committed to the gimmick of the same scene five times. Unfortunately I didn't get past the first scene three times.

So funny this takes place in 2025. I really thought this would be published by then.

For once, I'm convinced my protagonist Hollyn is straight. Most of my old OCs had queer undertones (I mean they still do but it's primarily intentional now) but Hollyn is not put off by boys like the rest of them. She could be bi or pan or something but idk she doesn't fit the vibe. May make her that later down the road but it depends on her vibe.

Ohh her best friend Laurel is the self-insert this time, got it. MS version she complains about Hollyn being boy crazy for having one crush.

Fun fact, Laurel was my first intentionally queer character. In the HS version she is lesbian and I did not shy away from making that clear even though she was not out consensually.

Jess was also a bit of a self insert. He's Hollyn's love interest and I think the first boy POV I ever wrote. I go into more natural descriptions of his attraction to Hollyn than I do Hollyn with him. For her it's "his black hair fell over his dark eyes" and Jess is talking about how her skin is so dark and the most beautiful he's seen ever and she has dark brown chocolate pools as eyes and he's stepping closer and omg how did I not know I liked girls????

Jess is also asexual like me probably because he's the one complaining that "fourteen year olds shouldn't call each other hot that's an exclusively adult thing"

Another blond bully named Jason like in TSP. Jason Sturges in TSP and Jason Mace here. Mace???

Jason swore but Jess (me) censored it.

In the HS version though I was more comfortable swearing and Laurel narrating "Shit with a capital S-H-I-T" was actually really funny.

Unironically Hollyn was part of a giant lie collectively referred to as The Incident

Writing in Payton's pov was interesting since she was a morally gray character. Doing that in middle school is interesting for me.

I literally had soap opera plot twists planned. May scrap that since they're not interesting

I think I'm gonna call this WIP This Story is Told Five Times. Maybe just Five Times. Repeat ×5. I don't know man!!!! Perspectives is nice and straight to the point but not only are fun quirky titles, well, fun, I like them longer. But I want something that gets the idea of the story being told five times across better. Idk I'll think on it. It's not like I'm gonna work on this immediately.

I thought this would really work as a MG novel as opposed to my usual YA. But then I read the "S-H-I-T" line and that's too funny I can make it YA.

[soclonely]

angel, galaxy, silk, rose, sun, film, gorgeous, diamond, perfume, pigment, charcoal, lingerie, daydream, valentine, 1975

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for? I would honestly do anything for my siblings I think. They are all very important to me, especially my younger ones. We are all extremely close and I would not hesitate to drop everything and come to their aide galaxy; what fascinates you? Earth, like literally just it, you know? I go on a lot of trips and see a lot of new things every time and it STILL amazes me how beautiful everything is. I sat on the beach this past summer for an hour just staring and admiring and taking pictures of this empty sea shell because it was so just amazing and pretty sitting in the sand. How did it get there?

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident? Im going to go basic here and say my classic black yoga pants (circa 2007 style with the fold down top!) and just a regular tshirt. I am a simple girl, when I am comfortable is when I feel confident! rose; favorite flower? Chocolate Cosmos

sun; favorite season Late autumn, right before it turns to winter film; favorite movie/tv show? Answered this in another one, but i can give another answer as far as movies my favorite right now probably Grease. I have been watching it once a week for the last few months gorgeous; what do you like in a person? Just someone who is real. You don't have to be perfect. I like weird, I like strange and eccentric, and I like broken but trying your best. I just like seeing someone who is really a person and not this perfect thing they feel like they have to be. diamond; favorite color? Sage green-blues. heavily into that color this year. perfume; favorite scent? Cinnamon or sugar cookie pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose? Answered this one too! But again with another fun color. My hair is naturally dark brown, but I would like to try maybe a nice dark blue color! charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents? Up until this past year, i had been really close with both of them. My mom and dad have been really going through it, and with that comes a lot of struggles with the rest of the familial relationships. I am taking space from my mom, but my dad and I are getting close as we navigate the new family vibes. Its been hard, but we will all get there! lingerie; what do you wear to bed? nothing but a blanket and a smile, knowing I have a whole king sized to myself and a fan on full blast, creating the perfect environment for a restful night 🫣

daydream; best memory? Ohhh hard one as I have so many. My best current memory is going to New Mexico two years ago around this time! I went with my friends and their kids and we had a blast. We were in this place called cloudcroft. And it was utterly amazing. We got up, went skiing that morning where it was 25 degrees, and then after lunch went about 30-40 minutes away to the Sand Dunes national park where it was 80 degrees and went sledding in shorts and tshirts on sand! It was such a fun trip, but that day in general was a favorite because I just love spending time with the kids and having fun valentine; best gift you’ve ever received? RECENTLY GOT THE BEST ONE OF ALL TIME! One of the kids got me a mini garbage can for my car! It looks like a mini trash can, has a flipping lid, AND fits in the cup holder of the car. Brilliant. 1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why? Hard one. I honestly don't know. I think 1400s-1500s scotland would be cool, or late 19th century America would be the two I'd safely choose to explore anytime!

[firstdivisiongirl]

hello, dear!

i would like to request a matchup, if possible! a male perfect match, to be specific! 😳

APPEARANCE: i'm a 150cm (4'11") young lady! i'm a 24 y/o brunette with short curly dark brown hair and chocolate eyes! not particularly curvy (breasts flat 😭). i'm kind of a soft goth but also grunge kind of person. i love black and rock and roll babyyy! 🤘 i also wear glasses/lenses (for myopia and astigmatism 🤓).

DETAILS: i'm pansexual! infj 4w5. artistic, creative and anxious (pathologically. what a bless.) and i have a bachelor in psychology! i work as a therapist on a clinic.

LIKES: dogs, moths, birds, art in general, heavy metal, rp and rpg, indie, rock music, makeup and a good meal!

DISLIKES: being under pressure, insensitive, uncompromising and intolerant people. all kinds of prejudice.

PRONOUNS: she/her!

PERSONALITY: i tend to be kind, affectionate, funny, sarcastic and passionate. specially when i'm with friends and family. even with anxiety, i can present myself well and treat strangers with kindness and make them laugh with my way of being. i love complimenting people too! and i can get quite defensive and stubborn when i'm feeling threatened. my self-esteem doesn't help, but i try to keep myself up.

HOBBIES: watching movies, shows, anime, playing games, reading (currently reading frankenstein), drawing, aaand i wish i could know how to cook better (fam says my cooking is good but-- 🤨 idk)

IDEAL RELATIONSHIP: something comfortable, where my partner and i would be free to talk about anything and spent time with each other without fears! i need someone that understands my anxiety and self-esteem and know how to be patient with me and comfort me when i'm feeling down. the same way i would try to be, as much as i can, patient and comprehensive with the person! my main love language is quality time, followed by acts of service and giving/receiving gifts! my main type are muscular and tall males with long hair and stubble (think aizawa from bnha).

thank you so much and happy birthday (again)!! 💗

Hi shimi! Thanks for turning in a matchup and for the birthday wish! I’m not lying when I’m saying your matchup was heavily influenced by some stuff I’ve written on my blog. So let’s find out!

You got…

Killer!!!

You gave me random kid pirate/sadjackie vibes.

He’s surrounded by jerks (we are looking at you Eustass Kid) so having someone super nice around, giving him compliments would be something he’d love.

He probably listens to heavy metal…have you seen the Victoria Punk! Those boys aren’t listen to Taylor Swift!!!

He’d be so patient with you if you are upset or anxious. He gives me the feeling that he has some problems with self esteem. He does literally hide behind a mask.

He’d always cook for you and with you. It would be a super cute date.

He’d love your sarcasm and making you feel comfortable and safe.

Just being with you would be his favorite time!

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e5 the one you've been waiting for (w. meredith glynn)

thule society nazis in the recap, oh boy. my fave. remember nothing of this episode (8x13 apparently). though i do remember neck stabbing a nazi to non je ne regrette rien (but i think that was a different nazi stabbing episode??? 11x14). ps totally thought rien was laugh because ríen in spanish is "they laugh". sometimes similar words between french and spanish are the same! sometimes not :P i don't regret anything not quite the vibe of i don't regret laughing lol

DEAN I'm gonna stop you right there, okay? Look, Mom needed her space, and I told you I'm cool with it. SAM But are you really?

so here for sam continuing to poke dean about this. dean should retaliate by making sam deal with something

SAM Uh, rich people like antiquing. I don't know. DEAN I say we check it out. SAM Uh… (Sighs) All right. In the meantime, you sure you don't wanna talk about – DEAN No. SAM Dean, it's called sublimation. DEAN Yeah. Yeah, it's kinda my thing.

i had to look it up because i was thinking of the science thing but psychologytoday.com says:

Why is sublimation a mature defense? Sublimation is considered a successful defense mechanism because it often leads to positive outcomes—and outcomes that are often better than the alternative. For example, let’s say a man going through a divorce emotes by destroying his ex-wife’s property or lashing out at his son. In the case of sublimation, on the other hand, the man may channel his energy into an important project at work. Even though sublimation is a more productive defense than others, it’s still healthy to fully confront and process the underlying emotions involved.

look at that, it's a mature defense mechanism! something something processing emotions too. details details

miracles of miracles they turned on the lights instead of continuing to poke around in the dark with flashlights (xfiles was very silly about that too, kind of a trope of the genre i suppose. drama!)

hi localhost loopback webmail. that is a very nice little fake email screen though. and peekaboo sam in the mirror

finally someone reacting appropriately to overhearing one of their conversations 😂

keep trying to figure out if nazi boy here just has a bad cut/style/color or it's a wig. this is why i don't remember these episodes. could not care less

send in sam to talk to the girl, they can bond over being vessels for pure evil! lol she called bullshit on sam's lucifer vessel story, very reasonable

neverending fight scene.

ok same kid and now it looks like it is his hair. maybe that was a reshoot or something?

i guess british mol villains not enough cartoon evil, bring in nazi thule whatever douchebag his dad is

haha WAIT! i know this diner LOL. i used it for my archivist painting! and in the process of doing that i was checking the outside views too. i think this is the same clip in fact, just darkened to look like night. did they forget to get an exterior shot of something? now i wonder how often they do this. only reason i recognized it was because i'd spent hours staring at pictures for that painting

s1e20 dead man's blood

s1e20 / s12e5

that is so funny. looks like they took out the searchlight from the car too. babies

sam's reaction to nazi defector boy sliding in is cracking me up. kid's hair back to looking strange. maybe it's the color? it just doesn't look right on his head

mentioning again how great his hair is looking this season! what a turnaround. clearly should tag for me rambling about his hair, like the sideburns. looking at the search for hair on my posts, i talk about everyone's hair. a lot lol (best hair, claire by a mile. ugh. so gorgeous). sigh, back to nazis

i had some weird light golden brown hair for a minute when i was using an old box of dye and i was sick of fighting the white hair. kind of looks like that. also, what were they eating? chocolate pie? cheesecake? cake? stallllling

EXCUSE ME WHAT. wheezing

the matrix (1999) / the magicians s1e4 the world within the walls

reminds me of a cross between the matrix bug and the little gold scorpion thingamajig in the magicians. but way goofier

oki doke

kinda feels like this whole episode was an excuse to get sam to say this. and for the mood pick-me-up of getting to kill hitler for dean

DEAN You know, I was thinkin'… we passed a bakery on the way into town. Sign said, “Best pie for a thousand miles”. SAM So now you want pie? DEAN I killed Hitler. I think I deserve some pie. Did I mention I killed Hitler? SAM I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I? DEAN Probably not.

very cute

[yukeri]

Love On The Weekend is Lovemonth's second mini album and was released on December 26th, 2022. This mini album had two title tracks: "불토 (Fire Saturday)" and "어디야? (Where are you?)", both being promoted for two weeks each.

~TRACKS~

불토 (Fire Saturday)

Coast of Azure

目がくらむ (Dazzling Lights) Hotaru Solo

LOOK

어디야? (Where are you?)

~STYLE~

Hair:

Yumin kept her bob from the previous comeback, but went dark for the first time. The outer layer of her hair was a dark brown, but the inner layer was still her trademark blond color. She decided to give her scalp a break for once, but she didn’t want to be completely unrecognizable.

Yeojeong continued with her dark hair. This time around, however, she went jet black. Although she was sad she had let some fans down, she tried to make it up by wearing funky-colored extensions for the stages.

Byeol dyed her long hair red to match her representative heart and kept the no bangs look. They also especially liked her look during the Fire Saturday promotions because the fire red hair made the loud seventies styling even campier.

Hotaru dyed her hair a honey blond that faded to a dirty blond throughout the era. ælifes were a little disappointed because they were expecting her to have Byeol’s hair transformation, but eventually grew to like this more elegant, mature version of Hotaru especially during the "어디야? (Where are you?)" promotions.

Chowon 86’d the bangs and dyed her hair ombre jet black-to-blond. Unlike the last comeback, she wore her hair almost exclusively straight. She also almost exclusively wore something on her head during the Fire Saturday promotions whether it was a hat, a bandanna, or a headband. Rumors started spreading that Lovemonth was working with a new stylist and an accident led to her getting a bald patch at the top of her head, but it was quickly dispelled during "Where Are You?" promotions when she wore nothing on her head

Since Saetbyul was the newest member, she didn’t get a huge makeover. Her hair was kept dark, but dyed a chocolate brown rather than being her usual jet black. As the "불토 (Fire Saturday)" promotions progressed, however, her hairstyles got more adventurous going from simple straight with a headband to Farrah-esque waves and tinsel extensions.

Stage Outfits:

불토 (Fire Saturday)

As the first title track that they would perform, the stylist wanted the girls to really catch people's attention. The loud 70s aesthetic was eventually decided upon. Color-blocked tops; loud, flair-legged pants; boot-cut denim jeans; ostrich feather tops; white go-go boots; and lots of headbands and bandannas. It's hard to tell, but it seemed that the goodbye stage outfits were the most well-received. The white collared tops paired with the embroidered royal blue pants was giving the 70s aesthetic with a modern twist.

어디야? (Where are you?)

The second title track was much more toned down, so the stylist went with a much simpler look: a high-low dress with ruffled sleeves and a bow. The girls were this outfit in a variety of pastel colors: baby blue and white, white and pale pink, pink and white, lavender and white, mint and white, etc. Interestingly enough, they never wore the pink and red outfits from the music video...

目がくらむ (Dazzling Lights)

Hotaru, as the only Loveomonth girlie that the fandom wasn't looking at sideways, got her own stage for her solo track as well as a performance MV! She personally decided on the city pop aesthetic for both of her outfits, choosing dresses with both elegant and cute features just like her. And of course she had to pair them with city pop's trademark accessories: lace gloves, a fascinator, and the plainest pair of shoes she could find.

~THE CHARTS~

"불토 (Fire Saturday)" peak positions:

Genie: --- MelOn: --- FLO: --- VIBE: --- Bugs!: ---

"어디야? (Where are you?)" peak positions:

Genie: --- MelOn: --- FLO: --- VIBE: --- Bugs!: ---

Music Show Wins: bffr 0

~ERA HIGHLIGHTS~

Lovemonth flop era pt. 2 Electric Boogaloo

 A mess from start to finish.......let's start with the music videos!

The "불토 (Fire Saturday)" music video was actually kinda fun. A huge party with Lovemonth welcoming in their temporary member, Saetbyul. She was definitely the focus of the video, having almost the same amount of screen time and center time as Yeojeong. Was there a huge, overarching narrative to the video? No. Did it need one? Not really. It was just a cute, campy, feel good music video that almost gave ælifes the feels. Unfortunately, the last couple of minutes made things weird: all the girls left "the club" arm-in-arm as Yumin followed closely behind, but turned back to the open doors of the club with a troubled look as if she'd forgotten something, alluding to the theme of the second music video...

The "어디야? (Where are you?)" music video was bad. It managed to be high experiment, arthaus shlock and pathetically transparent at the same time, but it was clearly meant to serve as an open apology of sorts to Rudy. There were several allusions to her absence: the girls sitting in six chairs with one empty one next to them, a scene with six full glasses of water and one empty glass, even the final shot with the girls posing 3:3 with a gaping hole in the middle of their formation. Pandering at its finest.

Although some ælifes gave the company credit for at least showing that Rudy is an integral part of the group and her absence is clear, most were not fooled and continued to follow through with the boycott.

Allegedly, Rudy tweeted "not that cringey ass mv lol" and then deleted it at some point 🥴

Needless to say, both music videos were incredibly slow to garner views due to the boycott. "불토 (Fire Saturday)" did manage to rack up about 1 million views after a month and a few weeks, but "어디야? (Where are you?)" barely made half that.

The sales for Love On The Weekend were similarly awful with freshly-debuted nugu groups outselling them. They didn't even chart.

Many of Lovemonth's gigs were cancelled because it was clear they were not welcome anywhere; shows that announced they would be appearing found their broadcasting companies flooded with emails urging them to cancel.

Even performing at Aes!OCNet Awards, what should've been the highlight of their year, became a disaster and a controversy.

The worst part was Saetbyul, who had absolutely no idea what she was getting herself into and was innocent in all the controversy, breaking down at a festival performance after someone threw a bottle on stage and cursed at them.

Yeah......this era sucked.

~SCANDALS & CONTROVERSIES~

#BoycottYURINCO: This hashtag spread like wildfire after Rudy’s livestream. Many ælifes vowed to boycott the comeback and any future comebacks until a public apology was made to Rudy. Because of this, the mini album pre-sales were abysmal and neither title track charted. Even when they performed live stages the crowds were quiet and didn’t do their fanchants. The “불어” era, as it’s been unofficially named, was basically one large scandal from Rudy’s livestream controversy, to the very obvious messaging in the music videos, to the Aes!OCNet Awards debacle…speaking of which…

Aes!OCNet Awards performance debacle: Lovemonth was invited to the Aes!OCNet Awards for the second time, but things have changed quite a bit over the past year. As soon as this was announced, petitions to have their invitation rescinded started circulating as Rudy-biased ælifes were demanding justice for their fave. The petition was ultimately not taken seriously and ended up being forgotten. Eventually, the initial backlash of the invitation started to die down and soon enough it was time for the event. It’s not really certain who was responsible for it or it was pulled off, but when Lovemonth took the stage a large portion of the audience’s lightsticks went out. It was more of a black pond than a black ocean, but it was just as mortifying and brought the relatively nugu group into the public eye for all the wrong reasons.

She said what?!: A profanity-laden audio clip allegedly of Byeol surfaced where she was talking about people not supporting their comeback because of Rudy. The clip is of pretty shitty quality, but Byeol’s voice is pretty distinct. This caused a bit of commotion on K-pop Twitter for about 48 hours before dying down, but some ælifes still think there’s some truth to it and it’s caused the fandom to side-eye Byeol a little.

~ACTIVITIES~

Not a lot of activities this era because of all the controversy, but they did get to do a few things!

The girls appeared on the talk show Idol2Idol (a show where idols interview other idols they’re promoting with) alongside peekAboo. Hotaru talked about her background in waacking and voguing in Japan, revealing she co-choreographed "Naughty", one of the songs from her and Byeol's web series. She then did a little demonstration for the girls and did what needed to be done.

For this era’s Girls Generation cover, Lovemonth teamed up with 7LITE for a Music Bank Christmas episode performance of "Mr.Mr." OURLITEs lost their minds since 7LITE hadn’t had any activities for most of the year, and ælifes were definitely cheering as their favorite group continued this cute tradition, but still flooded videos’ of the performance on YouTube and elsewhere with comment section detailing what the group was going through and encouraging viewers not to support them.

They were invited to the annual Aes!OCNet Awards. Hotaru had the privilege of presenting the award for Best Summer Concept, then the group took to the Rising Star stage and performed a medley of their debut song "UP ALL NIGHT" and their newest title track "불토 (Fire Saturday)".

[unawarer]

Get to know me!

thanks for the tag @the-type-a I'm really bored lol

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

I don't have a tattoo and I will only make one if I am sure of what I want. So yea maybe in the future I would get one or two

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

I can't choose one tbh, I love so many colors so I will say the beach color palette

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

Ice 💀 I try to hold my wishes on chocolate by eating ice

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

7 PM!

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

I'm a virgo

sun on virgo

virgo rising

and moon on aries

no fucking joke

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

Australian accent, I can't take out of my head after I rewatched H2O mermaids

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

If I have any then it was my cats faults lol (I have a few)

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

INTJ

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

Lilo & Stitch and Spirited Away

📺 - Favourite show?

Total Drama, Alice in Borderland, Killing Eve and South Park

😂 - Are you ticklish?

Yes but my reactions of it always scares people 💀

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

no and I doubt I will change my mind

😳 - Do you like your name?

When I was a child I used to hate it but I like it just fine now

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

One of my walls are grayish lilac and most of my stuff in my room is pink so I think is pretty much pink

🤓 - How did you get your name?

My grandmother and grandfather were going to call me as Valentina but my mom hated so she picked Julia instead lol

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

High School I graduated in 2021, I'm going to study and apply to college this year

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

don't have any piercings but I'm planning to get a bellybutton pierced but I want to be 100% sure of it

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

dark brown

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

my hair is on my shoulders and they are naturally wavy so I just leave them wavy and straight my bangs (wavy bangs are impossible to manage)

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

yes

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

yes

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

not having a successful life and having a miserable and boring life

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

too cold, I love drinking hot chocolate and getting cozy on my blankets

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

rainy day with partial sun, fucking vibe

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

spring cause my bday it's the first day of spring in Brazil

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

basic but I love cats

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

2 cats and 1 dog

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

a whole day

🎨 - Any hobbies?

playing valorant I think? 😭 I also draw sometimes

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

Japan, I love their food so much and I would enjoy to see their culture

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Duncney fanfics and South Park episodes

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

Tumblr lol

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

I'm more of a beach person, my whole childhood was going there and only leaving to eat so I could go back on the sea lmao but I also do enjoy the city

tagging; @webui1tgwensface @whenalioness @courtneyinreallife @courtneydeservesbetter @he4thney