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rlly kinda crazy how if u think about it 99% of my interests are like. bpd related and when u take away the stuff that i got into bc i was obsessed w someone like… theres not much there lol. and then im not even interested in it even more like what the fuck do i dooooooooo
#i say this bc im trying to. like heal and not havw unhealthy attachments and like#rlly trying to stop this shit bc im so tired of just like. having a literal fucking ego death everytime the person i like doesnt like me#anyways was like.. just thinking about reading voltron fanfic bc honestly it holds up#and like yea voltron is just like. a thing i like but i only ever watched it in 2020 bc my ex liked it and i just. idk#even stray kids was the same i got into them bc my ex liked them and then more bc of ***** so like#idk#its not that i dont love skz i just feel like. so detatched from my interests rn#i need something that i like because I LIKE IT not bc someone im obseesed with likes it#i guess thats tma rn but tma exists weirdly to me podcasts are just different#idk yeah hi guys i miss u all i feel so weird rn#do not feel like a real person but i am trying to be happy 👍#jace.txt
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This might end up being a super long message so I apologize in advance. I’m a yapper :)
I needed to say how much I absolutely love Animals Without Direction. It’s not even funny how hard this fic grabbed my heart & will not let go. Your fic is what cemented me getting into Stray Kids. Before this, I knew of them, I even had “Backdoor” on Spotify but that was as far as I cared to go. Like 2 ish weeks ago, I ended up reading another OT8x Reader fic before this one just out of morbid curiosity ( I will always succumb
to reading something where the MC has multiple partners, I just eat it up) & the love I had for the author’s previous work & I loved it so much. I read another one after that & I was slowly finding myself caring about these boys through these fics but yours?? I knew I could not go back after reading AWD. I became high key obsessed with how you wrote them & that obsession turned into me wanting to know the real people behind these characters. One of the best decisions of my life, I swear. (I tried to fight getting into them so much but every interview that popped up on my YouTube or edit that made its way onto my fyp would not let me lmao).
The way the boys are written, the world building, the tension surrounding every situation, ect. It’s all so amazing. Even in your Kinktober work, the same thing applies. I rarely read kinktobers bc there’s usually no build up to the sex & I’m left bored bc the build up is always what gets me. Yours are just *chefs kiss* (That Min one has a grip on me. I live for a nerdy boy x popular girl story. AND Frottage?! I’m obviously that girl, they all obviously want me, like it can’t get better than that idk)
I’m going to make one last point & it’s so minimal that you’re probably not doing it on purpose but I just had to point it out. The way you write the reader to have minimal descriptors means a lot to me. I’ll explain: One of the very many reasons that I got out of reading K-POP fics specifically is that, more often than not, the reader was not someone I could identify with & it would take me out of the story completely. I’m not talking personality wise but physical traits.
Ex. I’m black so my MC is always black. If I read that the “reader” is supposed to be “blushing pink”, I 100% know that this reader was made with a fairer skinned person in mind, even if it’s not said explicitly. So the reader I have no longer exists & my mind is thrown out of the story. It’s different if this reader is supposed to be an OC or it’s tagged differently or whatever else, but when it’s supposed to be a character that anyone should be able to place themselves into, it’s a bit upsetting when it’s not. I hope that makes sense.
With your story, that has not happened to me. I could image the reader to be whoever & it fits. It feels like a true “reader x *insert character here*” story as it’s tagged. I’m not sure if that was your intention, as I know a lot of authors do try to have that thought while writing, but it’s something that I appreciate & it makes the reading experience so much better for me personally.
Anyways, this was just a very very long winded way to say that I love your work & I’m waiting on my knees for the next updates 🤍🤍🤍
I am so so sorry that it took me this long to reply to this message, but you obviously put so much care into typing this out so I wanted to return the care I put into replying to you.
First off, thank you SO much for your kind words. Genuinely, it means so much to me that you enjoy Animals Without Direction. Truth be told, when I first came up with the idea, it wasn't going to be an OT8 fic, it was originally going to either be a Chan, Minho, or Seungmin story. But the more I kept developing it in my head, the more I got emotionally attached to these characters I assigned to them.
The character I particularly got attached to was Jeongin as the Squire. He just kept tugging at my heart strings when I would develop little story lines. And then I was also thinking about Felix and how much his character means to the MC and every single one of them came tumbling after.
I can't even stress the smile I got on my face when I read that I got you more into SKZ with my fic. It's SO funny that you would say that because its another OT8 fic that got ME into SKZ.
Tangled by Ao3 user ThisPeachIsDirty got me to look further into SKZ and fall in love with our boys.
THANK YOU for the compliments on my writing style as well! Sometimes I get so worried that I put too much effort into the plot and the story that I forget the romance. Especially with my kinktober series (which I do plan on continuing, life is insane for me at the moment).
(Also, I also love a 'they're all in love with me' trope. i do not care if its not realistic. its my world and everyone else is living in it.)
That last point you made is not minimal. It makes me SO SO happy, you have no idea. Because, believe it or not, it IS something that I actively try to consider and adapt to when I'm writing.
The reason that we read 'reader inserts' is so that we can all feel like we're a part of the story. And it's so important that no person is left out of that narrative.
I cannot STAND how many fics all play on the 'I'm tiny, in 4 feet tall and I weigh 80 pounds soaking wet. I have dainty, tiny, frail little bones and every single person towers over me and constantly reminds me how small i am.'
oh it boils my BLOOD.
I am a 6 foot tall, athletically built, amazon of a woman. Me and my swimmer shoulders are NOT small and dainty.
My best friend is POC. And something she always told me about reader inserts is exactly what you're saying. She would say that she could tell it was written by someone who is not POC. It breaks my heart.
And while I do use descriptors sometimes. For example, i do bend this rule a little with statements such as "at your asymmetrical features", "you're not a tiny person either", or maybe a hair descriptor that may not fit someone. I do genuinely try to keep it all inclusive, because that's what these types of stories are supposed to be.
So THANK YOU for noticing. I'm happy that I could provide something that is well deserved and should not have to be requested.
I promise an update is coming soon. Quite possibly within the next few hours. I'm on a business trip at the moment and if my boss doesn't invite me out to dinner tonight, I plan on finishing the next chapter in my hotel room.
Life is... insane lately. I have zero spare time left with the job I have now.
But I promise it's coming!! it's like 90% done!!!!! Maybe even 95%. I'm trying to decide where I want to end this chapter in terms of the story.
Love you so so so so much. <33333
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Stray Kids as random side comments on my dream journal entries:
Prepare for a whole lot of nonsense. Though for some of these, writing the whole dream would have been funnier. Oh well. (also excuse my language, I don't mean to swear like a sailor every two sentences, that's just how I am 😔)
TW (just in anyyy case): mentions of guns, stunts, police force, smut, and ofc swearing
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.ೃ࿐ Bang Chan:
Meanwhile, back in the SUV, Chan tells me to sit in the back and lock the doors.
And then he pulls a gun out of nowhere and hands it over to me 'in case something happens'
And then he gets out of the car, I-
Like, sorry, what
W H A T
SIR, I'M REALLY MUCH MORE CONCERNED ABOUT YOU AND YOUR DYING FRIENDS IN THERE
idek how to shoot, what do you expect of me 😭
.ೃ࿐ Lee Know:
And then I teleported?? jumped?? FLEW?? all the way to my home's roof
LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK
And then I jumped down from the roof to my balcony
Extreme parkour shit
btw it was like 4am
I DO STUNTS AND SHIT AT 4AM TO GET BACK TO MY ROOM, FFS NONI
(honorable mention, I once dreamt that Minho was standing in my balcony making out with a random girl and I was just staring from inside my room like 🧍♀️🥲 okay then...)
.ೃ࿐ Changbin:
So Hyunjin went to hide behind the fridge
And I was going to hide under the bed but they broke the door down before I could get all the way through
Thankfully they didn't find Hyunjin
bUT THEY FOUND ME
THEY FOUND MY SORRY FAT ASS UNDER THE BED
.ೃ࿐ Hyunjin:
So after getting in our hotel room, my ex went to the convenience store to grab some condoms
But unfortunately I woke up the moment he came back from the store and we didn't have sex 😒😒
EVEN MY DREAMS HATE ME ISTG 😭😭
STOP COCKBLOCKING YOURSELF NONI 😩
.ೃ࿐ Han:
*friend* was looking for a jacket
But for some reason the only ones in shock were for kids
So we sat at the candy store and ordered ice cream
Also he (the friend) had to take some medicine or smth
So then the barman took some herbal syrup or some shit like that and poured it all over his (the friend's) ice cream
.ೃ࿐ Felix:
And she defended me and somehow made them shut up
Bro I'm sad
Imagine having a sweet girlfriend who protects you from mean people's comments and opinions like that 😭😭
Why is my bi ass so single?
.ೃ࿐ Seungmin:
And as usual, the 5 of us got in the car and started driving while music was blasting
Bro, it was like a color changing car or smth
Bc istg, at first it was a red vintage looking cabriolet
And later it turned into a black SUV or something like that, idk anything about cars
Istg I can't comprehend this concept
Noni what are you making up again
(btw yes, that's the same dream as the Chan one)
.ೃ࿐ I.N:
Then, suddenly, a police car drove up to our house
And one of the dudes in the car pulls out one of these 📢📣???
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY CALLED??
(I later remembered they're called megaphone but at that moment I was confused)
And they YELLED at us that the house would be 'investigated'
aka THEY'D FUCKING BREAK IN AND ARREST ANYONE THEY SAW ON THE SPOT FOR NO DAMN REASON
(that's part of the Changbin dream)
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YAPPING! BEGIN!
so music wise i think they’d be very nu-metal. think system of a down, limp bizkit, korn, ect. i also feel like there would be a lot of riffs in their music as well as drum fills (if you can’t tell i was in band so im using fancy words bc god damnit i didn’t do that shit for 5 years for nothing)
ok now lets talk voice types
i think himiko is a mezzo-soprano for no other reason than bc my friend is one (and over the course of our friendship i have heard her sing WAY too much) and it just kinda sounds like her idk
dabi is 100% a bass. like yeah his voice is hella raspy which kinda makes it sound higher pitched (but tbh thats prolly from his vocal cords being burned to shit so i think without that he would have a deeper voice) and idk it’s just like. it makes sense to me ok. (also i always imagined dabi as being that kid who’s voice dropped super early so he just had a baby face with the voice of a grown man)
my husband/mr. compress is a baritone just cus i KNOW this man has a deep buttery smooth voice that makes ppls knees weak (can you tell i love him? ik it’s not that obvious) also at this point im going off of vibes tbh
shiggy feels like a tenor to me. he’s just got a relatively normal voice and probably has good pitch control
spinner is also a tenor for the same reasons
now twice is interesting. i feel like he just has amazing range. like bro can hit rly high notes and rly low notes. like it takes some effort but he can hit em
NOW! for how they got together
i feel like it’s similar to how the league in cannon formed. a bunch of outcasts rejected by society who came together to form a family (they make me want to piss and throw up god i love the lov so much)
now lets talk details for each member
himiko’s story is similar, her running away and stuff. but here it’s because of her mental illnesses and her family having ostracized her. so she was just living on the streets until compress just picked her up like a stray cat and took her home bc his dad instincts were activated
spinner and shiggy are both orphans who grew up in the same orphanage (like pls do you see the childhood friends to lovers vision please hear me out on this) and once they aged out and were dumped on the streets they only had each other to rely on and then they kiss kiss fall in love im going insane please send help
dabi is the black sheep of his family, and he basically disappeared when he turned 18. he pretty much cut contact with his entire family and they think he’s dead. this is bc i have this amazing idea of them having thought he was dead for years and then all the sudden they find out he’s just this fucking rockstar lol
compress is basically the only one who’s relatively normal and well adjusted lol like he had a normal childhood and now he’s just an adult lmao
i feel like twice is an ex-con. like he did a few years for a string of robberies or smth idk i just feel like he’s done time. and as we all know ex-con’s are always screwed over by society.
SO!! how they started out was shiggy and spinner would run a two man show. yk dive bars, random underground concerts, shit like that.
they met dabi bc he was at one of the bars where they played and he just went up to them was like “hey i play guitar wanna hang out some time?” and boom dabi joined the band
similar story with compress. once they started getting a little bigger he approached them and offered to help manage the band bc these are all just a bunch of 20 somethings with no adult supervision
and after compress surprise adopted toga she basically forced herself into the band no matter how much shiggy protested
now i don’t have much thoughts on how twice joined in, so if you can think of any that would be totally tubuler
jesus this is so fucking long and i haven’t even gotten to the hc’s
i think im just gonna leave this as in and maybe i’ll send in my hc’s at a later date idk
anyway yapping over
I love this so much. Personally I feel like Mr. is the one with the insane range, because that man is an entertainer okay he is CLASSICALLY TRAINED IN VOCALS and the only reason the other's take any care of their voices. Shuichi has the heavy metal growls change my mind.
Anyway I feel like Shigaraki stopped caring who joined their band after Compress, because he really does just vibe and let the extroverts do the talking. The one who really protested was Dabi because he didn't want another younger sibling (too bad). Toga definitely brought in Twice. Not sure how they met but you're DEAD RIGHT about him being an ex con.
And listen Spinner and Shigs are in love love no matter how they met (which personally I think was over voice chat in a multiplayer game). They do have childhood friends vibes though, even in canon. It's like they're so perfect it feels like they've known each other their whole lives I'm RABID over them.
#also i kever talk about it but Shigaraki would play support specifically because nobody else fucking will#and you assholes suck at this so i have to CARRY YOU by healing CONSTANTLY#anyway i love all of them so much#they're all awful little degens and they deserve the world
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my vacation is almost coming to an end (i dread going back to work) and i've had so much fun🥺
my skz bias is chan too!! although often minho finds his way to my heart LOL. oooh i listen to ateez and enhypen and i can name all the members but i don't closely follow them. my ateez biases i would say are woonyoung and san, maybe im biased bcos they're 99 liners too🤭 i like listening to groups i dont usually do just to get a variety of songs to listen to so i've listened to a few from twice, p1harmony and gidle!! they have a good range of songs i like. ALSO XDINARY!! i dont know the names nor do i follow them closely but i love their songs!! they remind me of the songs i listened to during my rock emo era hahahha. it's so cool how you experiment with so many groups!! i've been recently trying to do the same just so i can stop listening to the same 2 songs on repear everyday😩 my ult groups are definitely skz and svt, with txt closely following behind. my ult bias is wonwoo in svt and soobin from txt hehehe. i was never really into girl groups but i've been giving a few groups a listen like le sserafim, newjeans and ive. they do have a few songs i like but i very casually listen to them.-🎄
i'm glad your vacation went well!! hopefully work won't be too rough for ya lol and yeah, i'm pretty much constantly listening to new songs and adding new ones to my playlist, it's basically just a general playlist where i add songs that i like and would listen to anytime, bc usually i download the whole album when i find a song/group i like so i can listen through it to get the whole experience but my shuffle would be a MESS if i just shuffled my whole library lmao though at this point my playlist has 570 songs, so... I've also never been huge on girl groups, i was really into (G)I-DLE when they debuted and their first couple albums/EPs but since then they've mostly been like a "side" group for me, but when i first got into kpop i was also really into red velvet. Oh and loona! i was really into them in like 2021 especially. I still like their stuff, it's just been kind of a bummer with the whole... implosion of the group lmao. Now the last week i've been getting into dreamcatcher because i heard a couple of their songs at a kpop shop near me and i was like wtf this goes hard lmao their light stick is SICK too so that's also kinda motivating me to get into them so that i can justify buying their light stick 🙈 my playlist also has some songs by le sserafim, IVE, ITZY and newjeans, but i haven't really like. gone out of my way to listen to songs by them? like. mostly their songs have gotten on my playlist bc i heard them on tiktok lol i've got like... over 40 artists on my playlist, though there's a few that i have literally one song from but there's VERY few of those lol so it would take me awhile to list every artist/band i listen to, even not counting the ones who i've only listened to a few songs from, so there's something for everyone on my playlist 😅 but the only artists/bands i wouldn't call myself a casual listener of nowadays (ex i've listened to/still listen to whole albums of theirs) are stray kids, ateez, TXT, seventeen as of recent but only for FML and seventeenth heaven atm, xdinary heroes, xikers, twice, (G)I-DLE, jackson wang, run the jewels, my chemical romance, coheed & cambria, and now dreamcatcher i guess, and... i think that's all? so quite a variety of styles lol thought i still go through periods where i listen to a few songs on repeat lmao usually that happens when a favorite group of mine releases a new album
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welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!
hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine.
01. biography !
so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park.
her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries.
(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.
the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.
throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.
(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.
as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.
eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears.
however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.
02. personality !
first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.
despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold.
bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive.
she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh.
in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people.
she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.
she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself.
stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!
she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.
has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.
her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.
03. headcanons !
her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.
she’s a smol bean—only 5′4
an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.
she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho
pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.
a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.
loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks.
03. wanted connections !
Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??
an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.
an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.
someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.
a rival. clem can be competitive.
her drug dealer
someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3
i welcome anything !
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Tattoos (Misfits ot3 au)
Pairing: Win Lewis (my oc) x Nathan Young x Mel Albright (@bisexualnathanyoung‘s oc) Word count: 1.7k Warning(s): Recreational drug usage a/n: Soooo, @bisexualnathanyoung & I started talking about a super self indulgent ot3 au the other night which takes place post Bad Kids, in which Nathan and Win both end up in a poly-relationship with Win’s ex Mel, and ofc I had to go and write the introduction bc I couldn’t get it off my mind. I know oc stuff isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I’ve been itching to actually write something featuring Win for a while now, so this is kinda the perfect opportunity.
“Holy shit babe, that was somethin’ else, like fuckin’ mind blowing,'' Nathan gasped as Win rolled off him, flopping to her back next to him to catch her breath. “You can ride my cock like that anytime, Jay-sus fuck,” he exclaimed breathlessly, contentment and exhaustion thick in his voice and Win let out a soft chuckle.
“Good, cause I intend to,” she purred, twisting to flash a grin at her boyfriend who returned it readily as he pulled her into his arms, holding her against him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against her hair, his eyelids already drooping.
“I love you too, y’dork,” Win huffed, but Nathan was already snoring softly.
Sighing, Win really had to pee, but Nathan was warm and he’d effectively trapped her to his side, and she didn’t exactly wanna wake him by getting up just yet. Deciding to just hold it for the time being, she made herself as comfortable as possible, contenting herself with watching Nathan sleep.
Her gaze followed each steady rise and fall of his bare chest as she smoothed her palm over his skin before tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingertip. It was as she was studying the little star on the inside of his forearm that she found herself thinking of another star tattoo, much cruder than the one her boyfriend sported, but no less special to her.
“Hey, cool tattoo,” Win observed, leaning over in her plastic chair to get a closer look at the girl next to her’s wrist.
“Oh, uh, thanks,” she replied, seemingly taken aback that Win had addressed her, much less complimented her, her eyes widening slightly as she gaped at her. “I did it myself,” she explained quietly, running her hand over the little stick and poke outline of a five pointed star.
Win looked impressed, her eyebrows rising. “Badass.”
They’d been going to the same grief counseling group for like a week now, but they’d never really talked one on one.
“You wanna grab a smoke?” Win asked suddenly, motioning with her head toward the door.
Group was technically over for the night and several of their peers were still hanging around, waiting for their rides to get there. Win had a feeling the girl’s mum would be late. She usually was.
“Yeah, alright,” she answered with a half shrug and stood, following Win out the back door.
Leaning against the building under the small overhang out back, Win fished for her pack of smokes from her messenger bag, tapping it against her palm before pulling a thin cigarette from it and offering it to the younger girl. Taking another for herself and sticking it precariously between her lips, Win dropped the pack back in her bag and retrieved her lighter. Once her cigarette was lit she handed it over and soon they were both blowing smoke into the too humid night air.
"So what's your name?" Win asked, glancing over.
The other girl hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before answering. "It’s Melanie, but I don't really like it,” she answered, pausing to blow a stream of smoke skyward. “My dad called me Melly, but people seem to always misunderstand what I’m saying,” she huffed in annoyance. “Plus the kids at school called me Smelly Melly and I didn't like that either, so I guess you can just call me whatever you want,” she finished with a shrug.
Win glanced over at her thoughtfully for a moment, flicking ash from her cigarette. "Well, I'm Win. Short, simple, three letters. How bout I call you Mel?" she suggested.
For a moment Mel’s eyes lit up and a small smile stole across her lips. "I'd like that. I really like that."
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“Hey small fry, you wanna come over for a smoke tonight?” Win asked with a smirk as they walked to the toilets after group was over.
“What about your dad?” Mel asked.
“Oh, he won’t be there,” Win answered offhandedly, though her smirk twisted to disgust as she jumped up to perch on the edge of the sink. “He’s got another date tonight with that rich fucking cougar,” she explained, her face darkening. “She’s such a fucking slag,” she added under her breath as the toilet flushed and Mel stepped out of the stall.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s pretty fucked up that they started dating like only a month after your mum died,” Mel pointed out, washing her hands as Win pushed herself off the counter.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” she muttered, throwing her arm over Mel’s shoulders as they walked out to the main room. “So you comin’ or what?” she asked and Mel nodded, grinning.
“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new CD I wanna listen to.”
Mel’s music playing in the background they sat cross legged on the floor passing Win’s pipe between them, their problems slowly becoming less important.
“Oh, yeah, no, get this,” Win snorted, coughing as she waved smoke from her face, offering the pipe and lighter to Mel. “They want me to make friends with Karen’s brat, Delilah.” She drew the name out, filling it with as much disdain as she could.
“Oh yeah?” Mel mused, flicking the lighter on as she placed the end of the glass pipe between her lips, trying not to think that Win’s lips had just been in the same place. “Is she just as terrible as her mum?” she asked.
“She’s a real piece of work,” Win groaned, leaning back, her hands propped behind her on the floor. “In front of my dad she’s like little miss perfect, polite and sweet as can be, but as soon as we’re alone she makes a total 180. I mean, what d’you expect from a spoiled club girl? But like, no one would ever believe me,” she complained.
“Ugh, dumb bitch. Fuck her, but not like fuck her,” Mel exclaimed, setting the pipe down and Win couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up at her friend’s words.
“Don’t worry, she’s not my type,” she laughed and Mel’s eyes widened slightly.
Silence fell for a while as Mel fidgeted with the sleeves of her hoodie, chewing her lip. “What is your type?” she asked softly and Win sat up straighter, tilting her head as she peered at her friend’s downturned face.
“I dunno… I’ve never really thought about it before,” she murmured, scooting closer.
“Oh, well, as long as--” Mel’s words cut off suddenly as Win pressed her lips to hers, taking her off guard. For a moment she didn’t seem to be able to talk, her face turning bright red as Win pulled back, her lips quirking slightly.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she admitted, but she didn’t get far, however as realization hit and Mel surged forward, kissing her back roughly, trying to shove her tongue down her throat, but Win merely gave a surprised squeal that melted into a moan, pulling her closer til they were making out in the middle of the floor.
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“I can’t believe your dad’s making you move,” Mel murmured, trailing her fingers down Win’s arm as she scooted closer to her atop Win’s twin sized mattress.
“Ugh, I hate it,” Win groaned, “I don’t wanna move in with that slag and her dumb daughter. I don’t wanna go to their stupid fucking wedding,” she exclaimed with a huff.
“Just… don’t go, I don’t know,” Mel said pressing her forehead to Win’s, who sighed deeply.
“I wish it was that simple,” she muttered, tracing the small star on Mel’s wrist.
Silence fell over the dark room and for a moment Win thought Mel may have slipped off to sleep. Not that she blamed her, she had been a little rough earlier when they’d fooled around, and she was starting to feel the telltale pull of exhaustion as well, until Mel shifted next to her, her eyes catching in the stray moonlight that filtered through the blinds over the bed.
“Hey Winnie,” Mel murmured in a small voice, pausing to bite her lip.
At the nickname Win frowned slightly, about to tell her girlfriend she didn’t really care to be called that, when the words died on her tongue as Mel continued.
“I love you. Even if everything fuckin’ changes, at least I’ll still be here,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.
Win’s breath caught in her throat at the admission, but she quickly overcame her shock, pulling Mel closer almost frantically, squeezing her tightly. “I love you too, Melly.”
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Win didn’t even register the tears that had gathered in her eyes at first as her lips trembled and she pressed her face to Nathan’s side, reminding herself that he was right there.
As much as she missed Melanie, she was gone now, happy in Bristol, going to college, and Win... Win was happy here -- she had a flat, she had friends that she loved like family, and she had Nathan. She loved Nathan. Stupid, sweet, infuriating Nathan.
So why did it hurt so much to think of Mel? Sure they’d dated for almost three years, sure they’d been best friends even before that, sure they’d shared a trauma that had brought them closer. Why did she have to suddenly think of her now?
Let it go, she told herself angrily. It’s over, there’s no use dwelling on it. You’re happy, remember?
Taking a deep breath, Win finally pushed herself up, carefully extricating herself from Nathan’s vice-like embrace to pad to the bathroom, snatching one of his shirts from the floor as she went and throwing it over her head. Finally getting to empty her bladder, Win splashed water over her face before slipping back into the bedroom. When she crawled back into bed, resituating herself next to Nathan, he stirred.
“Wha--?” he exclaimed with a start, settling down again when he saw it was just Win. “You okay?” he asked when she didn’t speak, a small worried frown tugging at his lips.
Wrapping her arms around him and burying her face against his neck, she merely nodded. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” she mumbled, pushing the guilt down further and Nathan’s frown deepened for a moment before he shrugged and let his curly head fall back to the pillows, already falling back asleep, though his arm around her waist tightened.
Let it go, Win, she repeated firmly.
Little did she know that maybe things between her and Mel weren’t as over as she thought.
#misfits#misfits ocs#nathan young#nathan young x oc#ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb#win x nathan x mel#oc: Win Lewis#oc: melanie albright#my writing
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“do you think you could do an imagine where the reader is in 1-b and has an off and on again relationship with bakugou but one day she has enough of bakugou’s taunting about her class and she cuts it off with him and ends up with someone in 1-b? your choosing?”
awase yosetsu, ex! bakugou katsuki, x fem! reader
fandom: my hero academia
note: where my yosetsu whores at?? bc we stan him on this blog also i’m starting a new thing on here where i put a song recommendation for the imagine, i deadass stole the idea from @queenofallimagines so creds to Jackie.
song recommendations: “antes y después de ti - t3r elemento” “all i want is everything - victoria justice”
“Katsuki, just call it off with me, what’s the point of sitting here and arguing about the same bullshit we usually do?” you asked as you pulled your hair into a ponytail. “I’m tired of it, I really am.”
Katsuki had never thought the day would come where you would call off the friendship. It wasn’t really a friendship as supposed to being a friends with benefit situation. It never led to actual sex but you would sneak into his room at night and just cuddle and whenever you initiated a make out session, that was the farthest it went.
Class 1-A and 1-B respectively wondered how the hell the two of you even began a friendship. Being that Katsuki absolutely loathed 1-B and vice versa with Neito, when the two of you starting seeing each other and UA got word of it, it was confusion across the board.
“What? You’re upset that I was making fun of your class and that’s why you want to break this off?” You growled. “It never pissed you off before.”
You put your head in your hands as you growled even louder. “Katsuki, these are my classmates. My friends. Yeah, being friends with Neito isn’t exactly fun but he is a friend. I don’t appreciate you constantly poking fun at them. I never taunt 1-A so what gives you the right?”
“You have to admit, we’re just the better class.” You rolled your eyes as he continued to talk. “Just pointing out the facts, sweetheart. Regardless, this was never official so what is there to break off?”
Your eyes widened in surprise. “That’s great, that’s wonderful!” You said sarcastically as you stood up and grabbed your jacket. You opened Katsuki’s door to make sure that everyone on his floor heard your dramatic exit. “The next time you want someone to call at night, just ask one of the girls in your class.” You screamed as you slammed the door.
You couldn’t help but notice everyone open their doors silently. Awkward silence hit the air as you aggressively hit the elevator button. You had a bit of a walk to the 1-B dorms but you knew you needed the fresh air.
As you walked out of the dorms, you seen Izuku and Uraraka walking in. “Hey, ( your name )!” You gave them a nod before turning the corner.
Once you realized you were safe, you felt hot tears rolling down your face. What Katsuki said was true, technically speaking, the two of you never made it official but you couldn’t help but feel like Katsuki wasted months of your time.
The 1-B dorms were silent as you noticed Yousetsu was the only one in the main common area. He turned over to say hey but immediately noticed you wiping your face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as he jumped over the couch. “Weren’t you just with those fuck faces from 1-A?” You nodded as you tried to calm your breathing down but it took you a few minutes before you could actually speak.
“Katsuki and I got into a fight and we basically broke up.” Yousetsu’s eyes widened in surprise. “It wasn’t even the break up that hurt, it was the fact that Katsuki had the nerve to say that we weren’t ever together.”
Yousetsu’s mood immediately changed. “He what?” Yousetsu’s scream made Kendo and Juzo walk out of their dorms. “Are you fucking kidding me? What a complete asshole.”
“Why are you yelling so late at night?” Kendo asked as she scratched her head tiredly. Yousetsu asked permission to explain why but as soon as he finished, Kendo and even Juzo were ready to walk over to the 1-A dorms and beat Katsuki’s ass right there.
She rubbed your back understandingly. “Listen, it’s getting late but tomorrow, we’ll make sure to kill Bakugou.” You nodded. Even if tomorrow was Saturday, everyone turned in early.
Juzo made you a cup of coffee before giving you a supportive smile and heading towards his dorm. Yousetsu had sat back down on the couch but his anger was still evident.
“It’s not even worth getting angry about.” You whispered as you drank your coffee. “Listen, it’s my dumbass fault for ever even believing we were together.”
Yousetsu whipped his head around. “Are you kidding? He basically played you! He managed to lead you on and you’re the one apologizing? Fuck off with that bullshit.”
You wanted to ask him what he meant but you didn’t have the energy. “Can we just watch T.V.? I’m over this and honestly, I just want peace for the rest of the night.” Yousetsu rolled his eyes but did what you asked.
For most of the night, laughter was what was heard through the common area. Whatever movie Yousetsu had put on made your sour mood change a bit. However, you didn’t realize that you fell asleep on Yousetsu and he did the same thing but leaning against the side of the couch.
First thing Saturday morning, you heard the giggles coming from Pony and Kendo. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you noticed the blanket covering the both of you. Your face was warm and while you couldn’t admit to it out loud, Yousetsu was actually extremely comfortable to cuddle with.
“Shut up.” You muttered as your voice woke up Yousetsu. “Hey, we fell asleep on the couch last night.”
Yousetsu shrugged as he stood up and cracked most of his bones while stretching. “I know. You passed out on me and I didn’t feel the need to move you so I fell asleep on the couch to not disturb you.” Your eyes widened as Kendo’s and Pony’s giggles erupted even louder than before.
“I’m making coffee, anyone want some?” You asked as you tried to change the subject. Yousetsu and Kendo raised their hands. “Okay, as long as one of you go get breakfast for the three of us.”
“How about you get breakfast and I’ll make the coffee?” Kendo asked. You shrugged as you grabbed your sweater off the couch. “Three sugars and creamer, right?” You nodded as you heard Yousetsu to wait up for you.
You tapped your wrist to indicate that you were rushing to get to the cafeteria before anyone got to the good stuff first. Yousetsu sighed realizing that he probably left his jacket in his dorm.
“My hair is a mess.” You mumbled as tried to fix your hair on one of the windows. No matter which way you styled it, pieces of hair strayed here and there. “I should’ve at least grabbed headband before walking out.”
Yousetsu sighed as he took off his infamous white and blue headband off and handed it off to you. “Wear it if your hair is such a problem.” You gave him a shit eating grin as you slipped it on. “Thank you.” You sang in a childish tone.
The both of you walked inside the main building to get a few things to make for breakfast. While UA offered pre-made breakfast, 1-B usually liked to make their own breakfast when the class had time.
You shrugged your sweater on when you realized that the sweater you grabbed wasn’t yours. “Wait, I think this is yours.” You exclaimed as you immediately started taking it off. “Keep it on, I’m not cold.” You gave him another childish thank you but this time, you could’ve sworn that a faint redness played at his cheeks.
“What should we get?” Yousetsu pointed at the eggs as well as pre-made pancake batter. “I’m down for pancakes if you are.” You nodded as you grabbed the two things and a half gallon of milk.
Just as the two of you paid for the things, you noticed a few students from 1-A walking inside the building. One of them being Katsuki. You felt your eye twitch in anger and you could tell Yousetsu’s did as well.
“Lets go before I turn around and jump him.” You muttered as Yousetsu laughed. As the two of you were leaving the building, you noticed Katsuki looking at you. Maybe it was because you were damn near wearing everything that belong to Yousetsu but frankly, you didn’t care. “I’m starving and I’m actually caught up on my school work so I get to laze around all day.”
“Lucky bastard.”
//
As the weeks progressed, you were hanging around Yousetsu a lot more. Prior to the ‘breakup’ with Katsuki, he was hardly around you but now that you were free of the explosion boy, he was usually by your side. Not that you minded or anything.
One day after class, a few of you stayed behind to study for an exam. It was Kendo, Yousetsu, Juzo, Tetsutetsu, and yourself. The group of you had music blaring through the speaker that Yousetsu brought.
“So, are the two of you dating?” You heard Kendo ask Yousetsu. You choked on your spit as you gave Kendo a look. “I mean, it’s been a few weeks so we’ve all been wondering.”
Yousetsu on the other hand didn’t fret at the question. “Not yet.” You shoved your face into your notebook as the warm feeling came across your face again. Everyone started ‘oh-ing’ which made you throw a paper at Kendo for starting it. “Trust me, we will.”
You gave a look to Yousetsu this time but he did nothing except give you a wink before going back to study. Kendo gave you a smirk as she pretended to go back to her study.
“There’s the answer you’ve been wanting.” You read Kendo’s text a few minutes later. “Shut up.”
The studying went on a few more hours before everyone called it for a day and decided to get a late dinner. You slowly packed your things inside of your book bag as Yousetsu waited for you at the door.
“Well, lets get to dinner, I’m starving.” You mentioned as you chucked your book back on. “I hope they’re still serving stew.”
Just as you were about to walk away, Yousetsu managed to do a kabedon on you. “What’s up?” You asked nervously. Yousetsu gave you a smirk as he put his finger underneath your chin.
“Well, you heard what I said earlier so I was thinking, would you like to go out this weekend?” You gave Yousetsu a sheepish smile. “We can just get dinner or something. Nothing too serious.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
You whispered as you inched closer to Yousetsu’s face. He closed the gap between the two of you and you were now locking lips with 1-B’s bad boy. You had no idea you were even attracted to the ‘bad boy’ type but looking back on it, first Katsuki and now Yousetsu, you guessed it was your thing now.
Just as you went in for another kiss, your eyes were closed but Yousetsu’s stayed opened. Yousetsu did like you, no doubt but he also knew that Bakugou had detention and would catch the both of you in the act.
“Wait, I thought you like Momo?” You asked suddenly.
Yousetsu laughed. “1-A? Pft, no thank you, I’ll save myself the drama. Now give me a few more kisses before we get dinner.” You rolled your eyes as you leaned back in.
Bakugou was walking out of class with Kirishima but as he was about to walk away, he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. Bakugou’s anger rose immediately as Kirishima had to stop him from pouncing on Yousetsu.
“Dude, you broke up with her.” Kirishima whispered. “Let it go before you end up back in detention.”
Bakugou knew he had a point but what angered him the most was the fact that Yousetsu was purposely looking at him and even gave him the finger as you continued to kiss him. He wanted nothing more than to go over and kick Yousetsu’s ass but Bakugou himself was the sole reason as to why you moved on and he couldn’t act like he wasn’t.
“Come on.” Kirishima whispered.
Bakugou growled as he started to walk away. Turning around once more, you had stopped kissing him but this time, you were just hugging Yousetsu. The jealously flared inside his stomach but he knew it was best to just turn around and forget about it.
ALITA
#bnha#bnha imagine#bnha x reader#boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia imagine#boku no hero academia x reader#boku no hero imagine#mha#mha imagine#mha x reader#my hero academia#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia imagine#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki imagine#bakugou katsuki x reader#awase yousetsu#awase yousetsu imagine#awase yousetsu x reader
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hey guys ! i’m jules and i’m super excited to open; i have two super clingy cats in case any of you ever need a visual pick-me-up, i’m a uni student in canada and a Big skincare and dark chocolate junkie, more than likely gonna be typing replies while indulging in either jsyk ! i tried to keep it short since i’m a rambly bitch, but links to elliot’s basic stats and her wc page will be up soon — though i have some under the read more — as well as a playlist whenever i find the energy to set it up here FLDKSJGSD also pardon the lack of theme, i forgot the url for the preview and code link for the one i wanted to use but i’ll have it figured out shortly ! anyways, without further ado:
◤ * kim doyeon ; twenty-one ; cis female ; she/her — is that who i think it is over there ? outer banks very own kook , elliot hong . makes sense ‘cause i can practically hear into it by chase atlantic blasting through their headphones . plus who else would you find out at the boneyard right now ? some say they're pretty astute , but it's the imperious reputation i'd watch out for . i wonder if they're still a student / heiress and obsessing about keeping up with their bongs, random shoes and empty bottles of dom on the living room floor & a bite as big as her bark vibe . [ ooc ; jules/21+/nt/she/her ]
tw: drug and alcohol mention
the middle child of her parents, elliot is the fourth of her father’s five children
her mother is his second ( now ex — ) wife, though they remain cordial and have since moved on
grew up with a silver spoon, her dad being a wall street giant who would split his time between nyc and, once upon a time, connecticut — though it ultimately became a back-and-forth from nyc and the outer banks when elle was about four
her mother was adopted into an old money family ( on the lower end of that group ) in charlotte when she was a baby and had become something of a socialite when young, but shifted to becoming an entrepreneur. of what ?? i still haven’t figured that out LFJDGS
has a half-sister and half-brother from her dad’s first marriage, tallulah ( aka tally, a pain in my ass over on my indie fdlkjgs ) and bennett, and is basically a mini tally as all she really had were brothers and was Attached to her big sis whenever she’d visit
and as for her older and younger brother..... they might be wcs soon enough so we’ll leave that be for now DFLSGKJ
now onto ELLE ! she was the princess of the younger three hong kids, like the apple of her mother’s eye and her father’s Biggest tormentor
aka would hog the phone whenever he couldn’t come home for the night to tell him good night, hounded him to read her bedtime stories, pretty much always got her way in the most wholesome way when she was a kid
like i said before, moved to the obx when she was four because her mom used to visit when she was a kid and loved it; it was also due to its convenience in seeing her maternal grandparents regularly, its quieter nature in comparison to the affluent hubs for businessmen outside of manhattan and just in general
her dad just went along because it’s what his wife wanted and fuck it, at least the kids wouldn’t hound them to take them to places beyond their urban surroundings as often DLSFJDS
growing up, she wasn’t Too much of a brat but liked having the spotlight on her — she’d accredit it to tally’s influence AND her parents caving to her whims more often than not — and was very sociable and respectful even back in primary school
LOVED to explore, and, while not a tomboy per se, would take part in some activities her brothers or other boys in her grade participated in; be it to bond, trail along her siblings’ every move because she didn’t wanna stray far from action, or to prove that she can hold her own, she’d do it
uhhh overall a cute, if not high-maintenance, kid, but her teen years ?? yikes, people would be in for a ride bc this is when she REALLY started to emulate tally and shift her boldness towards riskier shit
basically could’ve been a main character on outer banks itself with her reckless antics and partying as a teenager…. and now, even SGDLKF
could’ve been considered a typical kook, save for her wild streak; she could hang with the pogues and wouldn’t let her slight superiority complex come into play unless she was challenged or something, otherwise she’d chase the party and the fun wherever she could find it
loves fashion and being the hottest in the room, didn’t need to step on toes to get further but would do so at times Solely to make a point/to call someone out on their shit
is now attending columbia u, rather she’s taking a Break as she makes sure she’s content with the path she’s taking ( aka being the trashy 21 year old she wants to be, chilling at the family home with just her siblings and daddy’s money with no Major worries involving the near future )
isn’t the most studious person, but she’d gotten far enough to begin wrapping up her major whenever she decides to head back
though.. the entire time has been mostly spent sleeping with some of her rich friends, drinking and smoking pot, with the occasional hit of whatever clean enough drug that one of her friends had on them
also spent a lot of her time meeting up with her socialite big sis as a plus one to some cooler events, so while she’s not famous, her name has made the rounds where it matters given her surname’s already established relevance in nyc
when she’s not getting an education and is homebound instead, she’s pissing off her neighbours with her house parties at the family home on the beach, doing dumb shit the second she’s inside of a gala or club — albeit with partial discretion that’s completely ignored whenever around other young adults — and just chilling poolside and staying hydrated fgkldjsg
personality and shit
if i were to use a label to describe her, she'd be a mix between the princess/baby doll, the hedonist and the reveller i think ?? i don’t even know where to place her LKSDFGJLK
self-confidence is through the roof, KNOWS she’s pretty and doesn’t really let rumours or negativity get her down — aside from wanting to unleash hell if someone keeps irritating her for whatever reason
she’s messy as hell, but around the uptight, live-through-your-kids parents of kooklandia she puts on the façade of a poised young woman who has Some fun because she knows it bodes well.. only even then, she doesn’t maintain it bc honestly, who cares —
she’s not a complete dick per se, but she can be snide and boastful when provoked
has something of a superiority complex, independent and lives lavishly with reckless abandon
non-committal yet sensible when it comes to who she sleeps with; typically has a couple of stable fuck buddies but has had some one night stands if she’s feeling it
keeps her true inner circle small, but gets off on attention and likes to stay cordial with some people, so she’s got quite a few friends all the same
like i said earlier, will hang with the pogues and thinks the whole class rivalry thing is kind of stupid when it means sticking with her own would mean dealing with parent pleasers, polo shirt enthusiasts and either being too straight-laced or too destructive for her liking
.. so she’s a far cry from her sister in that regard, otherwise rip GLSKJ
though that doesn’t stop her from unleashing her pompous attitude onto a pogue when it seems appropriate, aka doing anything to piss her off
there really isn’t much to expand on tbh, though i will say that her emboldened nature and need for a good time however she can get it comes out more than her uglier side ( except her vanity. that’ll never go away KSFDG )
some quick plot ideas
a childhood friend or two, pretty standard idea there
could carry over into a trio type of thing depending on where she stands with either of them, or they’re a different couple of pals she’s made over the years
family friends, aka nyc kids or people who’ve rubbed elbows with either of elle’s parents, though they don’t Actually have to be friends of course JGDSFKL
her best friend and confidante, someone she can have cute moments with between the chaos and one of the few people that elle would probably accost someone for if they hurt the other in any way
enemies are always fun ! probably rooted in a competitive streak more than anything else but i’m all ears for a more complex reason
ex-hookup(s), current hookup(s), throw it all at me klgfjd
a hateship/ewb would be fun with her too, oh my god sfdgklj
FAKE FRIENDS !! either in the past or currently, probably stayed friends for the sake of their appearances but have a lot of quiet disdain for each other — though elliot wouldn’t be too bothered by that situation beyond being around someone she deems soul-sucking, face value hype and knowing they probably need her more than she needs them gives her too much satisfaction fkskgls
an ex-something, open to anyone. either someone her parents forced on her to straighten her out a tad that she wound up liking…. after a good period of her telling them to fuck off sdglk or someone she’d been seeing for a while at her own accord, likely someone her parents wouldn’t approve of so readily. would’ve ended the same way: with her calling it off because she didn’t want to settle down, not even for a relationship ( and perhaps bc she’s scared of commitment with her cracked family dynamic that’s been a thing since birth, but that’s another story jsdfkg )
or we can just as easily do high school exes who only really stayed together until graduation bc their parents were being Some level of overbearing with how they’d be such a good couple — not that there was nothing there, just nothing beyond sex and being some kind of status symbol to each other, idk lfkgsd
her designated event pals would be super fun ?? sdgkflj like they go to all of these big parties and galas with their families, break off to do their own thing bc those events are boring as fuck, and head back to her place before she throws an after-party of sorts. they’d be decent friends beyond this though, them being someone she trusts a good bit compared to others in her circle
#╰ 💎 . ❪ 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐒 ↝ jules talks 。#outertmintro#tw drugs#tw alcohol#now that that's done i can get some water bc i'm Parched FGDSJKL
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P2 of the Primer - Minho!
Fandom primer for fandom feels.
So, Minho, dance leader!
Minho (Lee Know, Lino...) is the Stray Kids’ Marilla Cuthbert. Very controlled with showing his feelings. Wants to feed everyone. Hard working and practical. Dresses like an old woman who is constantly freezing.
His lack of desire to embarrass himself on screen is very relatable to all anxious perfectionist introverts. He often gets confused for shy or cold because of this, when he will just not do silly things in front of the camera if he’s not sure of the result. His terrible art? He knows it’s terrible and that’s acceptable. His amazing dancing? He knows it’s amazing and that’s acceptable. Things he’s not sure about which include being vulnerable in front of strangers? NOT ACCEPTABLE. I respect that. So this “primer” will not perpetuate any “mean-ho” ideas thank you bye. (Felix calls him tsundere so if you see me use it, it’s not my fault.)
Anyway Minho is a dancer. That was his job before he joined SKZ (he toured with bts etc) and it was his primary role in SKZ for a while. When he first joined he wasn’t a good singer or rapper, but he would have been ok if he wasn’t constantly shaking because he was convinced he’d get kicked out. Which is valid because he did get kicked out.
oh also - I will treat his and Felix’s story as if the elimination wasn’t a setup just because whatever else was going on, they thought it was real.
His singing voice wasn’t great so he was asked to rap instead. He had never done it but said he’d be willing to try. They were given... what? No time? To prepare for that change and famously, Changbin rapped backup for him and Han held his hand and timed the beat with it.
so i cried, and then he did get eliminated because he messed up the lyrics next time so i cried more and then he sent a final message and i FUCKING BAWLED.
To Han: “The time I failed, was it because you weren’t holding my hand?”
Changbin helped him a lot during practice for the second song and they both felt so bad for different reasons. Minho kept saying he was sorry that someone younger than him had to be helping him and that he was failing despite it. “If I had slept one hour less, would I have been able to do it better?” and Changbin with “What did I do for him, that I couldn’t teach him better?” Anyway this show was torture but I’m gonna go back to the good stuff now.
Minho got to come back and they were a band happily ever after. Before the elimination tho he helped the other members with their dance routines. So, shit i learned about kpop peripherally: most bands are made by formula like “2 members rap, 2 members dance, 2 members sing” or something like that. Minho could dance and Changbin could rap and Seungmin could sing and the goal is rarely to get everyone to be great at everything. And Minho was like “nah.” And he made it his goal to make everyone as good a dancer as possible. So while others were helping him with singing and rapping, he was helping them with dancing.
For me a very important scene in the show was when Bang Chan kinda lost it at IN’s lack of ability to dance and he had everyone stand aside and kept telling IN to try again and Minho gave Bang Chan side-eye and went over to IN to teach him how to do it better.
baby bread’s defeated baby face :(
and Minho’s face just saying “you’re not helping” as he walked over in clear defiance of any hierarchy.
So Minho’s whole approach to the group was “I will help everyone be better at dancing”. According to Chan he picked Minho with the idea that Minho would be in charge of dancing. Which is a big fucking deal. For Bang Chan personally and band as a whole.
Changbin asking this question, who else. Chan was like “that phrasing doe?” But eventually:
(Changbin is listening but also not giving a shit, he’s just waiting for Chan to be done so he can ask what his role is and be told he’s the visual, Minho feeds him so fucking well.)
In group dances Minho tends to not stick out. In fact, Minho would really like it if no one stuck out. His goal is to have them all as synchronized as possible and he’s really good at it.
His solos fucking murder us every time tho :(
m... where was i.
Oh yeah. He’s very good at his job. He has also gotten SO MUCH better at singing. I don’t think he gets enough credit for how fucking hard he must have worked on that on top of everything else they do. I know the color of his voice doesn’t pop out like Seungmin or IN’s, but he can hold his own now. (His parts in Slump and Neverending story for example. Slump in particular because apparently Han wrote that whole ass song to fit HIS high notes and everyone just went “I guess” and then Han said “but I’ll only rap in it”.)
But enough about how much I respect him as an artist. Let’s talk about how if he is your favorite in the band, there’s a 99% chance your kink is being spit on followed by a good aftercare. Look I don’t make the rules. Just accept it like Hyunjin has.
Did he tickle him after that? Who knows. Not Hyunjin.
but he feeds him well so it’s all good.
In fact, other than making everyone dance well, Minho’s second mission in life is to make sure everyone is well fed. (He is definitely that grandmother who will tell you you’ve gained weight and then get upset when you don’t eat everything she made for you.)
Life is too short for a full compilation of Minho feeding people so here’s a little vid and a few pics.
How is this post still fucking going? How do I have so many thoughts on this one man wtf? Anyway just a quick note about his ex husband.
Back in the olden days Minho made lunch and wrote a lovely thank you letter to Seungmin and things were great. Now they jokingly call each other the divorced couple and even though they are roommates they both claim they can’t be roommates. I have a theory that could be way off but I will type it up here anyway. My theory hearkens back to the first paragraph which is that Minho doesn’t like doing things in front of the camera when he’s not sure how it’s gonna end up. And I think Seungmin for his own reasons isn’t very expressive either. And maybe sometimes on camera he didn’t react like Minho needed him to. And it ended in Minho adjusting his on camera attitude. Again, I could be way off, but the way I see it, there is safety in teasing. The same way he’ll show off his giraffe picture and be like “isn’t it beautiful” when he clearly has functional eyes, he can show his friendship with Seungmin and say “lol isn’t it horrible” and he gets the expected feedback and it’s fine. It’s better than being seen as overly needy or reaching out and not getting what you want. And tbh I think he and Seungmin pingpong this at each other and this is why every tsundere needs a Felix or Han to hug them despite the shit that’s coming out of their mouth.
But Seungmin can still recognize him by his tiddies so clearly they’re fine off camera.
As far as fan stuff goes, Minho has a regular live where he eats delicious food and talks to fans. Sometimes fans are really shitty and he plays it off but he is human and y’all need to get your shit together. But since all his fans are subs it all works out in the end. (Go on, tell me he’s your bias and you’re not a sub, I won’t believe you.)
I’m going to end this now and sneak edit when I remember other shit like I just did with BC.
Oh PS: I am not getting into Minho and Han now. Maybe ... MAYBE by the time I’m on Jisung’s profile I’ll be emotionally ready for that.
Wait did I do a whole fucking primer on Minho without mentioning his cats? Shit I’m gonna get arrested. He has 3 cats, adopted or found. He also does a shitload of charity stuff, a lot of it animal related. Ok ok ok there.
Bang Chan - Minho - Changbin - Hyunjin - Han - Felix and Felix2 - Seungmin - Jeongin
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hitched pt.1 | ashton
word count | 7.6k �� fake dating, tinder, romcom au
synopsis | Ashton lies about having a plus-one for Michael’s wedding, sending his friends into an excited frenzy, and him? Scrambling to make those lies come true.
a/n | i’ve never written anything for the 5sos community before so here is my hello :3 Warning: excessive swearing bc the author has a potty mouth
★
When Ashton thought about it way back when, he really thought he’d be the first to settle down. To tie the knot. To get hitched.
But the first 5SOS wedding is coming up in August and it’s not his. It’s Michael’s - as in feet-on-the-table, milk-mustache-wearing, fortnite-until-dawn-playin’, doesn’t-wake-up-until-2pm, stray-cat-lookin’ ass Michael.
Luke has his plus-one. Sierra. Even Calum’s weekends have been spent chasing after this girl that Ashton has yet to be introduced to. Yet here he himself is at 2 months shy of 25 years of age, and he’s so fucking single he’s pretty sure he and Virgin Mary could be featured side-by-side on an expert level of a spot-the-difference game.
In fact, the last time a female even stepped foot into his mancave of an apartment was before he’d broken it off with his ex-girlfriend over a year ago. And when his ex had moved out, she’d brought all of her stuff with her and when Ashton says ‘all of her stuff’, he means all of her stuff. There’s no longer a toaster oven in his kitchen, only a microwave that he uses to heat up pizza pockets and poptarts. There are no bowls to eat from because he eats his food straight off his only pot like an 18th century caveman. There’s a lacy bra hanging off the doorknob to his bathroom but even that was a gag gift from Calum for Christmas two years ago. It’s fucking sad.
So Ashton doesn’t think it’s his fault, okay, when his phone pings and he comes face to face with the link to RSVP to Michael and Crystal’s destination wedding and the first question that comes up is “Do you have a plus one?”
Ashton scoffs.
He doesn’t know what it is - either the internalized compulsive need to one-up his friends or you know, casual demonic possession but he physically cannot control his goddamn thumb as he checkmarks the little “yes!” next to the question from hell. The panic doesn’t settle in for a little bit, even when he’s staring blankly at the ‘thank you for your response!’ message that pops up after he submits the form.
It’s only when he picks up the phone to an ecstatic Michael less than a full minute since he indicated he wanted steak instead of fish for the wedding dinner that he well and truly has his ‘oh shit’ moment.
And of course, when one person in the band knows something, everyone fucking knows. Which is how he finds himself stuck in a 4-way facetime call with every single 5SOS member and their dogs.
He can see all of Luke’s pores from how close his face is to the screen.
Everyone speaks all at once.
“Ash you’re what?!”
“Mate, why the hell didn’t you tell us?”
“I seriously had to find out from you RSVP-ing to my fucking wedding?!”
Ashton winces as he pulls his phone further from his face. “Guys it’s not that big of a deal.”
Michael scoffs at the same time Calum screams. “Not that big of a deal?! Dude!”
“What’s her name?” Luke demands like he’s asking for tonight’s weather forecast and not the name of Ashton’s fake fucking girlfriend.
“Chernobyl,” Ashton says. What the fuck.
“Chernobyl?” Luke repeats, his nose scrunching up in deep thought.
“Isn’t that the name of the nuclear power plant that-”
“It was a joke!” Ashton snaps, cutting Michael off. “I was kidding. It’s an inside joke between us.” He bullshits. “Um-”
“Aw, you two have inside jokes already!” Luke coos instead. Calum falls for it immediately, cooing alongside Luke and if Ashton’s ego wasn’t so big, he would’ve hung up the call already.
“So what is her name then?” Michael probes curiously. Ashton wants to kill Michael.
“Uh,” Ashton says intellectually. Favourite cartoon character. His grandmother’s name. The name of his childhood stuffie. The street he used to live on?? Ah, his neighbour’s cat! “April! I- yeah, it’s April.”
“Aww! Ashton!” Calum says dreamily like he’s Ashton’s mom finding out about his girlfriend and not his punk rock band member.
“She’s twenty-two,” Ashton’s fat mouth adds unnecessarily, because apparently, Ashton Fletcher Irwin is a closeted masochist and likes his grave deeper than most.
★
When management had approved of the band’s 6-month hiatus in preparation for Mikey’s wedding, Ashton never imagined he’d be spending it alone on his living room floor downloading Tinder.
But as he watches the progress bar slowly fill with green, it dawns on him that this is probably the worst decision he’s ever made in his entire life and that he should probably get psychologically evaluated for compulsive lying.
He isn’t even sure if Tinder is the right app for this, because he’s not looking for a hookup. He’s looking for a very specific 22-year old April who happens to live in Los Angeles, is open to sharing a fake inside joke with him about the tragic 1986 Chernobyl disaster, and won’t think he’s a serial killer when he asks on the first date if they want to accompany him on an 11-hour flight to Bora Bora as his plus one for his best friend’s destination wedding.
Ashton groans, falling backwards onto the carpeted floor. “Fuuuuuuck.”
The only thing that answers him is the mocking ping from his phone telling him the download is complete.
The carpet is rough under his cheek as he turns to grab at his phone, the ‘Let’s get started!’ page of the app staring innocently back at him.
It’s afternoons like these that makes Ashton wish he wasn’t such an insufferable idiot.
In no time at all, Ashton has his profile set up - his name (just Fletcher), age (24), and a couple of long-distance unrecognizable shots of himself because there’s no way in hell the tabloids are about to catch him on Tinder.
He spends the next 30 seconds swiping right furiously on every single girl that pops up because Michael’s wedding is in four months and the fitting for the groomsmen suits are tomorrow and he seriously has no time to be picky right now. He literally needs his 22-year old April yesterday.
He’s about to max out on his swiping limit for the day when a loud knock on his door startles him out of his thoughts. From his spot on the floor, he peers around the corner at the front door and when the lock doesn’t jiggle after another ten seconds, he groans and gets up to see which one of his not-bandmates have decided to show up unannounced.
When the door swings open, Lauren is staring at him from the other side with a giant luggage behind her and a raised eyebrow.
“Lauren!” He greets enthusiastically without missing a beat.
She rolls her eyes at him anyway and pushes her way past him and into the apartment. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
“I did not. I even have a poptart in the microwave for you.” He insists as the front door swings shut with a bang.
Yeah... he should really get tested for compulsive lying.
“Here, let me grab that for you,” Ashton says, hauling the gigantic suitcase Lauren had brought with her, ignoring her sarcastic as you should! as he goes off to dump it somewhere in his room. While there, he shoves his dirty clothes underneath the bed and smooths out the bed sheets so Ashton can at least pretend that he’s somewhat gotten his act together since Lauren had last visited.
When he reemerges, Lauren is relaxing on the couch with a poptart in one hand and his phone in the other.
“Lauren!” He roars as he does a running dive over the back of the couch. Lauren shrieks as she drops the poptart and stumbles to the floor, carrying the weight of her brother on her back as she tries to keep the phone out of his reach. “What did I tell you about touching my things?!”
“I see Tinder, Ash!” She screams back, knocking the cushions off the couch as she shoves a sharp elbow into his cheek. “I have to tell mom!”
“Like hell you will!” He shouts as he makes a grab for the wrist holding his phone hostage. “Give me my phone back!”
“Screw off!”
“I made you a poptart!”
“So?!” Lauren retorts. “I-”
They both freeze at the sound of a loud ping. Ashton can only watch helplessly as Lauren’s eyes dart to the phone in her hands, her expression going from angry cat to sparkly eyed in two seconds flat. “You have a match!” She squeals.
“What?”
Ashton takes advantage of the distraction to snatch his phone back. Immediately, Lauren is peering over his shoulder as he swipes on the notification, watching as the words ‘It’s a Match!’ displays itself on the screen.
Underneath the words are two circular pictures - one is of the blurry ass photo of himself that he’d chosen and the other is a photo of a pretty brunette beaming shyly at the camera from behind a teacup.
‘You and Luna have liked each other!’ Tinder informs him.
Lauren shrieking into his ear is probably the single loudest thing he’s ever heard in his life, and as the drummer of a band, that’s saying something.
“She’s pretty!” Lauren squeals. Two seconds later, she mellows down as she clears her throat and punches him hard in the shoulder. “I guess you have pretty good taste. Proud of ya, Ash.” She grins.
Ashton doesn’t know how to tell her about his blind and desperate swiping spree that he went on seconds before she showed up at his doorstep, or about why he’s even on Tinder in the first place so he doesn’t and just lets CompulsiveLiar!Ashton strike again. “Thanks Laurie. Her bio’s what really got me.” He says.
He has no freaking idea what Luna’s bio says.
“Let me stalk!” Lauren exclaims and snatches his phone back before he can say anything and because Ashton can’t help but admit he’s a little curious too, the pair of them huddle on the couch together, looking at Ashton’s phone like it holds the answers to the future, which, for Ashton, it seriously might, just not in the way his sister might be thinking.
“Luna, twenty-two years old,” Lauren reads aloud. Ashton’s eyebrows shoot up at her perfect age. She scrolls further down. “Hey, she went to UCLA! I wonder if I’ve passed her on campus before.”
“Majored in developmental psychology,” Ashton reads next. “Holy shit.”
Lauren glances at him suspiciously. “I thought you’ve read all of this before.”
“I have!” Ashton says defensively. “I’m just doing a dramatic reading for your sake.”
“God, please don’t.”
They spend the next half hour combing through every bit of Luna’s bio, from the three photos she has of herself and one of her dalmatian to her biography that simply reads ‘wine and pizza and I’m all yours! Protip: +25 bonus points if you have a dog. +75 bonus points if I get to meet ‘em.’
“Borrow Luke’s dog! You have to!” Lauren begs.
“I can’t borrow Petunia!”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t! Luke might ask questions.”
Lauren squints at him. “Are you embarrassed that you’re pimping yourself out on Tinder?”
Ashton snorts and crosses his arms. “First of all, I’m not pimping myself out. Second of all, no.”
“Just tell him it’s for me then,” Lauren urges, nudging his shoulder. “Tell him I’m trying to impress my Tinder date with a cute puppy and that I’d feel safer going if Petunia was with me.”
Ashton thinks about it for a moment. Luke does have a soft spot for Lauren after all, considering the fact that Luke had always wanted a younger sibling but ended up being the baby himself in both his own family and the band, which, in Ashton’s opinion, fucking hilarious but Lauren did have a point. There’s no way Luke would say no to Lauren and her safety on a random ass Tinder date in the middle of downtown Los Angeles.
Plus, he really needs this whole Tinder shit to work out. For Mikey’s wedding. And if he gets +100 bonus points for showing off a dog that isn’t even his? Sign him the hell up.
“Okay, well, I can see your thinking face.” Lauren says nonchalantly. “So while you text Luke about Petunia, I did you the favour of sending your first message to Luna.”
Ashton chokes on his spit. “You what?!”
The sound that Lauren makes when Ashton throws himself on top of her to grab his phone back is inhuman. But the sound that Ashton makes when he sees the message is worse.
I’m told I remind people of a puppy. If you get to meet both me and my dog over pizza and wine, do I get double the bonus points? 🐶
★
His neighbour’s goddamn cat is staring at him when he wakes up to drink coffee on the balcony the next morning.
“April,” Ashton greets slowly as a warning. Previous first-hand experience has told him that the stupid orange cat did not give two shits about piping hot coffee and would lunge at him for the cup if Ashton so much as blows the steam in her general direction.
As a safety precaution, he moves a little farther away because he’s not sure if his sore neck can take a hit from the crazy cat if she lunges, especially since he was forced to fit his 6 foot long body on his two-seater couch last night, Lauren having taken over his bedroom for her beauty sleep as soon as it hit 10 o’clock.
That, and, uh, the fact that Luna had messaged him back less than five minutes after Lauren had ditched his ass in the living room and left him to his own devices. How was he supposed to continue a conversation he didn’t even start?
And seriously? If anyone in the band was the most puppy, it was Calum. What’s he supposed to do? Bring Calum too and get triple the bonus points?
Thankfully, Luna seemed to think Lauren’s bullshit was cute, replying with a “oh, definitely! 😂 guess I’ll have to double the amount of puppy treats on me”, teasingly followed a minute later by a “what breed of doggos will Oreo and I have the honour of meeting?”
And that was precisely what had kept Ashton up all night.
If you look at Ashton’s most recent search history, you’d find the following: Most popular breed of dog Most popular dog breed in Bora Bora Best looking dog breeds Most popular breed of dog for girls Golden retrievers German shepherds Golden retrievers vs German shepherds
Ashton sighs as he sips on his coffee. In the end, he’d narrowed himself down to either a golden retriever or a german shepherd, not because he thought he resembled either of those two breeds at all but more the fact that both seemed to be the most popular dogs with the ladies (in general, not in Bora Bora because that one yielded zero search results when he tried). But before he could decide which one, he’d finally passed out on the couch last night close to 4am in the morning.
A loud meow comes from his right.
“What?” Ashton asks grumpily as he looks over at April. She’s staring back at him with a stinky look on her face.
Then, he gets an idea.
“Hey April,” He calls out. “Meow once for golden retriever and twice for german shepherd.”
The bitch meows three times.
★
Lauren is laughing so hard, she has to bang her fist on the kitchen table multiple times to control herself. “Golden retriever german shepherd mix?!”
“Stop laughing!” Ashton hisses. “Eat your pancakes!”
“You mean the pancakes that I made?”
Ashton pauses. “Drink your coffee!”
Lauren’s still laughing. “I can’t believe you said a mix! Now she definitely knows you spent all night thinking about it.”
You left me out to die last night!” Ashton accuses, pointing a finger at her. “What was I supposed to do?”
“You replied this morning anyway! You could’ve waited for me to wake up.”
Ashton’s mouth opens and closes a couple times but nothing comes out. So he changes the subject because he’s mature like that. “I have to get ready for the fitting.”
Lauren snickers. “Sure.”
Calum and Luke swings his front door open right as Ashton emerges from his bedroom shamelessly in a 5sos tour hoodie and black jeans. They both give him a once-over, both looking confused.
“I thought we were going to get fitted for suits?” Luke says, eyebrows scrunched together. “Or is there a band gig tonight that I don’t know about?”
“A band gig,” Calum replies seriously. “At the wedding boutique. I thought you knew! If we perform for the boutique staff, Mikey gets a 30% discount.”
“Budgetsos,” Ashton butts in.
They finally notice Lauren when she snorts from the kitchen counter.
“Laurie!” Luke beams as the both of them go over to bear hug her and inspect what she’s eating. They don’t question why she’s eating pancakes out of a pot. Lauren offers some of her food and Calum takes it immediately, chomping over her fork for the bite. Luke takes her coffee instead.
“So you arrived here last night and you didn’t even ask us to come hang out? I thought we were friends,” Calum pouts, helping Lauren clean out her plate even though she didn’t ask. He looks like a puppy begging for scraps. “And I’m like 300% sure we make better company than Ash.”
“Hey!”
Before Ashton can say anything else, Lauren is looking over at him mischievously. “Sorry,” She snickers. “I couldn’t. Ashton and I were too busy last night setting up a daaaaaate for him.” She drags out.
Ashton chokes on his coffee. Holy fucking shit.
Luke turns to her immediately with a gleam in his eyes. “So you’ve met April?!”
“Yes!” Ashton interrupts loudly between coughs, voice raspy from the coffee in his goddamn airway. He ignores Lauren’s face that goes from evil to confused in two seconds flat. “Lauren’s met April! They both, uh, seriously love dogs and that’s all they could talk about I couldn’t get them to shut up, like at all.”
“No fucking way! Is she here?!” Calum asks, eyes wide and head whipping around in both directions so fast his curly hair looks like it’s taking flight. “Where?! Is she in your room? I want to meet her!” He asks, already sprinting into Ashton’s bedroom before he’s even finished his sentence.
“She’s not there!” Ashton hisses, running after him. “She left this morning! She had, like, you know... work! It’s a Tuesday.”
Calum visibly deflates and Ashton almost feels bad for a minute before he remembers that he can’t introduce Calum to anyone anyway, because he doesn’t actually have anyone.
Luke bounds over next, immediately taking notice of the odd state of his room - Lauren’s open suitcase at the foot of his bed, a fuzzy purple towel thrown over his bathroom door. Luke picks up a random bottle of face cream out of the many that are lying on his bed covers. “This looks like Lauren’s stuff. Didn’t your girl stay over last night?”
“Uh,” Ashton stutters, pulling an excuse out of his ass. “Yeah, they ended up having like… a girls night?”
Calum snickers. “So you got banished to the sofa?”
“Chicks before dicks!” Lauren shouts from somewhere in the kitchen.
Luke pats Ashton on the shoulder sympathetically but Ashton doesn’t feel any less shitty. There’s absolutely no way Lauren doesn’t know he’s lying now. He sighs. “Come on, guys, I have to change into better clothes. Can’t let you guys one-up me.”
“We’ll wait for you outside!” Luke waves as Calum shuts the bedroom door behind him.
When Ashton reemerges from his bedroom in a button-up and slacks this time, Luke and Calum are listening intently at whatever’s coming out of Lauren’s mouth. Ashton manages to catch the tail end of what she’s saying, something to do with hawaiian pizza and rosé wine.
“Yeah, they’re totally in love,” Lauren smiles. Luke’s smile is even wider than Lauren’s. Calum looks like he’s ready to take notes. “Kind of weird to watch my brother act all lovey-dovey in front of me, but I guess it’s kind of sweet. I can really tell she’s the one, you know?”
On their way out, Lauren pulls Ashton aside with a smile that’s way too wide and whispers, “You owe me an explanation when you get back and also your life.”
★
They make it to Rosie’s Bridal Boutique after 45 minutes stuck in traffic. It’s located in a cute little yellow brick building in the middle of the suburbs surrounded by more greenery than Ashton’s ever seen in his life. On the way there, he manages to evade Luke and Calum’s curiosity by blasting All Time Low at a ridiculous volume with the windows rolled down, letting the violent wind and the voice of Alex Gaskarth constantly try and outdo each other.
Unfortunately, Ashton knows he can’t evade shit for long as they pull up to the boutique and see Michael’s beaming face plastered to the window from the second story of the building.
“Mikey!” Calum greets as soon as the elevator door opens, bounding in like a puppy (Ashton will never stop saying that because it’s true goddammit) to drape himself all over the husband-to-be.
Michael’s already in a little bow tie and a black suit that’s getting wrinklier by the second, no thanks to Calum. He does a little wave despite the weight on his arm, “Hey guys!”
“Shut up,” Luke says as he pulls Michael in almost violently for a hug. “You’re gonna pull a ‘hey guys’ on us when we’re about to be your groomsmen?”
“Best man!” Calum shouts.
“Shut the fuck up,” Luke threatens again, voice muffled from where its pressed into Michael’s shoulder. “Get in here,” He complains to Ashton who willingly obliges and throws himself into the man pile.
The boutique staff giggle at them from where they’re standing around the room holding various pieces of Michael’s suit.
Ashton’s about to crack a joke about how Crystal’s going to be blown away by seeing Michael go from boxers filled with holes to a 4-piece suit when he swears his phone pings louder than the combined pings from the phones of Lauren and all her friends during a girls sleepover.
It’s suddenly awkward. For Ashton. Just Ashton.
Ashton knows it’s coming, but he still flinches when Michael asks, “Is that April?!”
“According to Lauren, they were being lovey-dovey last night,” Calum swoons teasingly.
“And she staaaaaayed the night,” Luke drags out.
Ashton wants to murder all of them.
Michael whistles. “You know it’s serious when the sister and the girlfriend meet.”
“Can we not talk about this right now?” Ashton complains. “We’re getting suits fitted for Michael’s wedding, guys. Be a little respectful.”
“Michael literally started this conversation,” Luke points out.
“Can I just try on my suit now please?” He says unnecessarily loudly.
Immediately, the boutique staff jump into action, pulling suits protected by plastic bags seemingly out of nowhere and ushering Ashton into an open changing room where a lady comes over with bright green measuring tape. The other boys grumble at the change in topic but oblige, spreading out and opening their arms to let the staff take their measurements.
“So I was thinking either a classic all-black colour scheme for the boys,” Michael says, tapping his chin. “Or a fancy navy blue instead. My handsome self in a full suit and you guys in suspenders. That would be hot. What do you guys think?”
“Did Crystal say anything about what she wanted?” Luke asks as he’s examining the suit they’d brought over to him.
“Nope,” Michael replies, pulling on his bowtie. “Said you guys were all mine.”
“Awww,” Calum says jokingly, grinning over the shoulder of the staff person attending to him. “That’s so sweet, Mikey. I love you too.”
Ashton snorts. “Don’t go cheating on your girl with Michael, you homewrecker.”
“Oh, yeah!” Calum exclaims, suddenly perking up. Ashton has a bad feeling in his stomach. “You haven’t met my girl yet, have you?”
“Uh, no,” Ashton replies, unsure. “Not yet.”
The smile that grows instantaneously on Calum’s face almost blinds him. “And I haven’t met April yet! So you, me, our girls! Double date, tomorrow night! You can’t say no Ash, I know you don’t have anything to do tomorrow and you’re the only one that hasn’t met her yet.”
Fuck. “Fuck!” Ashton says, laughing nervously. “I wish I could man, but I have to take care of Lauren.”
Michael snorts from where he’s lounging on the couch. “Lauren’s an adult now. Stop being overprotective. You’re probably smothering her with your axe body spray and protein shakes anyway. I bet she’s gonna go on a date herself as soon as you’re gone.”
“If you’re so worried, she can always come over and hang with me and Sierra,” Luke shrugs. “Sierra’s been talking non-stop about those sugar cookies Lauren gave us last time. And Petunia loves her, seriously.”
Ashton panics. “Well definitely not tomorrow!” Because who the fuck is he gonna show up with? Their PR manager? “Uh, what about like, next week? Or next next next next week?”
Calum ignores the second part of his sentence entirely. “Next week then!” He exclaims excitedly.
Fuck!
“I’m going to try this thing on,” Ashton says quickly, grabbing the suit closest to him before he’s all but throwing the curtain closed. As soon as he’s alone, he throws the suit aside and then can’t dig his phone out of his pocket fast enough. When he presses the home button, it shows he has one message from Tinder, from Luna. He opens it hastily.
So according to Google, you’re intelligent, athletic, playful, affectionate, and loyal? 🐶😂 Sounds almost too good to be true.
‘So let me prove it to you! May Petunia and I take you and Oreo out on a brunch date this weekend, my lady?’ He types back quickly, adding ‘my lady’ to hopefully charm the pants off her. He hopes it isn’t too soon for that. Petunia isn’t even his freaking dog.
He’s so busy chanting please say yes over and over again in his head while clutching onto his phone that it startles him when his phone pings loudly again.
Luke, Michael, and Calum start hollering from outside.
Sounds great! 😊 I’m free Saturday. Where to?
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As soon as Luke drops him off back home, he runs up six flights of stairs back up to his apartment because if he has to wait more than ten seconds for the slow ass elevator, he’s going to lose his mind.
He scares Lauren off the couch when he barges through the front door screaming her name.
“I have a date on Saturday!” Ashton whispers through his heavy breathing, wide-eyed and sounding both smug and scared at the same time because fuck yeah, I scored this date myself but also fuck! I scored this date myself.
“What? With Luna?” Lauren asks, equally as wide-eyed from where she’d fallen to the floor. “How? You were only gone for like 3 hours!” Then her tone switches from surprised to demanding so fast, Ashton gets whiplash. “And who the heck is April?!”
Ashton straightens up immediately and clears his throat. “Yeah, so, uh, long story.”
“I’m on summer vacation right now. Cough it up.”
Ashton goes to the fridge instead where he pulls out a beer because there’s no way he’s about to tell Lauren what’s probably the most embarrassing story of his life while sober.
And then they sit on the couch like they had yesterday when he matched with Luna on Tinder except this time, Lauren’s face gets less and less impressed the more he talks.
“So what you’re telling me,” Lauren starts slowly. “Is that you’re standing in a grave that’s 10 feet deep right now because your pride and ego are bigger than your brain?”
Ashton winces. “Can’t you sugarcoat it a little bit?”
“No!” Lauren explodes, almost knocking the beer out of his hands. “Are you even interested in Luna? What if you guys go on your date on Saturday and she’s completely into you and you’re just using her so you can one-up your friends and feed your male ego?” Ashton opens his mouth to say something but Lauren doesn’t let him. “And also!” She snaps. “What if she recognizes you when she sees you? Your face isn’t exactly clear in your Tinder photos. Your face is going to be all over the news Sunday morning, I swear to God!”
“Hey, just because I’m famous doesn’t mean I can’t date.” Ashton defends.
“Yeah, but does she know? What if she doesn’t know who you are and you two get caught on your date and suddenly, her face is all over the internet too?”
Ashton winces. ”Okay, you’re right.” He pauses. “You’re also right about me leading her on.”
“Thank you,” Lauren says grumpily, crossing her arms.
“But I mean,” Ashton says in a small voice. “I’m also not opposed to finding someone new?”
Lauren sighs. “How about you and Luna go on that date on Saturday, and if it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. You both wish each other well and both go on your merry ways.”
“...And if it does?”
“Then don’t get mad when I say I told you so!”
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The days that lead up to Saturday are almost too slow.
On Wednesday, Luna had finally asked for Ashton’s number, texting him a cute puppy emoji to let him know the text was from her. On the same day, Luna had gone from calling him Fletcher to Fletch with no explanation, causing his heart rate to spike for a good twenty minutes before Lauren slapped him back to present-day reality.
On Wednesday afternoon, Ashton found himself frantically googling pet-friendly restaurants that served both pizza and alcohol. For bougie ass downtown Los Angeles, it was fucking difficult. But he’d managed to find one thirty minutes out of the city centre that had a nice outdoor patio and a menu for dogs. When he texted her the address, he got a ‘thank you for finding a place!’ back from Luna and it made his heart skip a goddamn beat because his ex had never thanked him for something like that.
On Thursday morning before the sun had even risen, Ashton had startled himself awake when he remembered he needed Petunia for Saturday. Squinting at his phone in the dark, he’d sent Luke a frantic text, reading: ‘Michael was fucking right Lauren’s going on a date on Saturday!!!!! Can you do me a huge favour and let her borrow Petunia for the day I don’t trust her SKETCHY ASS TINDER DATE’. And then Luke had texted him back not two minutes later, not even about Ashton texting him at ass o’clock, but about who Lauren was going on a date with, if Ashton knew him, why he was sketchy, and if he needed to kick anyone’s ass. He spent the next hour trying to convince Luke that they didn’t need to follow her on her date. In the end, it had turned into a she just needs Petunia goddammit Hemmings go back to bed.
By the time Saturday finally rolls around, Ashton is fucking winded.
Lauren’s still in bed (still in his bed, mind you), half asleep and bleary eyed and watching him dig around head first in the closet, mumbling to himself.
“Dude,” Lauren groans, breaking the silence for the first time since Ashton had barged in with no explanation. “This is too much action for eight in the morning,”
“Brunch is at ten and I still need to pick up Petunia!” He hisses, head popping out of a pile of clothing a moment later with two shirts in hand. “The black button-up or the blue polo?”
Lauren groans again. “What colour pants are you wearing?”
“Grey.”
“Black button-up.”
Ashton flings the blue polo back into the closet before Lauren can even finish her sentence, pulling his sleeping shirt off immediately afterwards.
“Ash, ew!” Lauren grumbles, flopping backwards onto the bed and throwing the covers over her head. Her head pops back out a moment later. “Just make sure to roll up the sleeves so you don’t look like you’re coming from a freaking business conference. And don’t button up all the way!”
“Got it!” He says hastily as he’s running out the door. “Thanks Laurie, love you, see you, bye!”
He’s already sweating by the time he gets into his car, the summer heat already at a sweltering 25 degrees celsius and rising despite it being so early in the morning. But even though it feels like Satan’s armpit, he pulls on a hoodie anyway because he’d rather die than have Luke see him dressed up in a button-up for supposedly no goddamn reason. It’s a little past 9am by the time he pulls into Luke’s driveway, Luke already standing there with an excited Petunia pulling on the leash.
He throws open the car door. “Petunia!” He greets, out of breath for no reason.
Petunia yips, panting happily and immediately trying to clamber all over Ashton’s lap as he bends down to pat at her head.
“I don’t know how useful Petunia’s going to be if Lauren’s date turns out to be a creep,” Luke says worriedly, still tugging on the leash to get Petunia to calm down. “Are you sure you don’t want us to follow her?”
“Mate, we’re both over six feet tall.” Ashton retorts. “If we follow her around, we’re both going to look creepier than her date.”
Luke squints. “How are you not worried?”
“I am!” Ashton insists. He’s lying out of his ass. “But Petunia’s a bulldog. No offense but her reputation is already scarier than any face we could ever pull.”
“Just make sure Lauren picks up the phone if you call!” Luke’s voice trails as Ashton opens the car’s passenger door and ushers Petunia inside. She settles nicely into the seat, looking up at Ashton with more love and adoration in her eyes than her owner ever did. “And take this bag!” He says, shoving a plastic bag that’s almost overflowing with the amount of shit that’s in it. “It’s Petunia’s food and toys. Tell Lauren to feed her and make sure she’s hydrated and-”
Ashton climbs into the driver’s seat and shuts the door on him.
“-And don’t forget to bring Petunia back by dinner! I swear to god, Irwin!” Luke screams through the glass. “Love you Petunia!”
The entire ride to the brunch place, Petunia just sticks her head out the window, tongue flying in the wind as she bops her head to the classical music Ashton had put on to calm himself the fuck down. The closer he gets to the restaurant, the more he feels himself getting a stomach ache. He doesn’t even remember the last time he’d felt this nervous for a date but if this doesn’t work out and he ends up going to Mikey’s wedding by himself, Calum might cry on his behalf and Luke might force him to be his and Sierra’s plus-two and as the oldest in the goddamn band, he’s not sure if he can handle that kind of humiliation.
But if this actually does work out with Luna, then he’ll just tell her the truth after Mikey’s wedding. That would be fine, right? Assuming nobody asks why the names Luna and April don’t match up.
Ashton groans. This is an entire goddamn mess.
The brunch place is packed by the time he pulls into a spot fifteen minutes before his reservation. There are dogs everywhere and Petunia’s so excited to see other beings of her kind that she’s resorted to pacing in circles impatiently in the passenger seat.
“Hold on Petunia,” Ashton groans, cutting the engine and throwing a hand over his eyes. “I’m nervous. Give me a minute.”
And because she’s the most perfect dog to ever exist (don’t tell Calum he said that), she stops pacing and starts licking gently at his hand. For once, Ashton doesn’t mind the slobber. He grins, looking down at her. “Okay, fine. Out we go then, baby.”
Before he slides out of the car, he pulls off his hoodie and puts on his sunglasses, thankfully fitting right in with all the other bougie people in their sundresses and designer purses who have time to wake up early on a Saturday for a brunch date with their dogs. He and Petunia bypass the ridiculous line, ignoring all the people who start cooing at Petunia. Thank fuck he’d made a reservation.
“Fletcher for two?” He says, trying to make his voice sound more like Fletcher Nobody Irwin and less like Ashton from 5SOS.
He tenses for a moment when the hostess pauses mid-greeting to eye him up and down. To throw her off, he gestures at Petunia who’s busy sniffing at a dandelion. “This is Monster Truck.” He introduces.
It’s then that the hostess looks at him again, decides that anybody who names their dog Monster Truck probably isn’t anybody famous and gestures behind her. “Follow me, sir. Your table is right by the water.”
Ashton lets out the breath he’d been holding when he and the hostess round the corner and he sees the only empty table on the patio, meaning Luna had yet to arrive. He picks the seat with his back facing the majority of the restaurant’s patrons. The hostess plucks the ‘reserved’ sign off the table, hands him the menu, wishes him a good time and then leaves him alone which Ashton is thankful for because he’d rather be left alone to have his panic attack by himself.
Petunia sits dutifully by his feet, drinking the water that the hostess had generously poured into a clear glass bowl for her.
Ashton is so busy trying to calm the hell down that he doesn’t notice the giant dalmatian sniffing at him from behind until its nose bumps right into where he’s most ticklish. He jumps at the same time a voice behind him squeaks, “Sorry!”
His heart has time to throw itself wildly against his chest bone exactly 1 time before he’s whipping around in his chair and coming face to face with stunning pale blue eyes. “Luna?” He breathes out, his eyes catching hers just as the words leave his mouth. Wow, okay. Jesus fuck, her Tinder photos had not done the colour of her eyes any justice.
Her unsure face transforms suddenly into a smile. “And you must be Fletcher?”
He almost does a double-take at the name before he remembers that oh yeah, he’s supposed to be Fletcher I-Eat-Brunch-With-Sunglasses-On Irwin and making a good impression right now because Mikey’s wedding. “Yeah, yes! That’s me.” His palms are sweaty and he can’t tell if it’s because they’re sitting on an outdoor patio is 30 degree weather or if it’s just his pretty date making him more nervous than his ex had ever made him.
It’s at this moment that Petunia (god bless her soul) decides to come lumbering over from her water bowl, her panting, drooly, smiling face looking up at Luna like she hung the stars (which, in Ashton’s opinion, is very fitting for her name).
“And this must be Petunia!” Luna exclaims, bending down to pat the bulldog’s head. Luna’s hand is so small it’s practically dwarfed by Petunia’s giant head. “It’s nice to meet you.” She says to Petunia and oh my god, Ashton could melt right then and there.
Instead, Oreo decides to try and sniff his crotch as Ashton tries to stand. He makes a strangled sound as Oreo’s nose digs into the front of his pants. “Holy crap,” He blurts, because he apparently has no brain-to-mouth filter. “Petunia has never reached that high before.”
“I am so sorry,” Luna squeaks again, blushing up to her ears. “Oreo, behave please! This is my first date with such a handsome guy,” She jokes shyly, pulling the dalmatian back by the leash.
It’s Ashton’s turn to turn bright fucking red. Holy shit. He feels like a 15-year old virgin all over again.
“He must smell the golden retriever german shepherd mix in me,” Ashton jokes back.
She pauses and then looks up at him for a moment before she bursts into laughter. “Oh, that’s right!” She says as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a cookie shaped like a bone. It’s wrapped in plastic and tied together with a pink ribbon. She holds it out to him shyly. “I did promise you a treat. I hope you like gingerbread?” Oh, wow.
“Is this for me or for Petunia?” He teases as he takes it, because he wants to see her blush again.
She giggles and Ashton feels like his heart might fall out of his chest. “For you.”
Ashton can feel the heat creeping up his neck. He stands again, without Oreo all up in his crotch this time, and for a second he has to pause because holy shit, Luna is tiny, the top of her head just reaching his shoulders. And then she looks up at him, smiling, which kicks him back into gear, stumbling around the table to pull her chair out of her.
“Thank you,” She mumbles, cheeks still red. Oreo follows her as she sits down, folding his legs underneath him right next to Petunia who he sniffs a couple times before turning to Petunia’s water bowl to stick his face into. Petunia doesn’t look like she minds.
“So,” Ashton starts as soon as he’s settled back down. It’s when he pulls up the menu to his face that he realizes he can’t see the tiny font through the dark tint of his sunglasses. Shit. “Uh.” Luna’s looking at him expectantly from over the top of her menu. “You studied psych in school?” He asks, diverting the conversation by pulling the topic straight out of his asshole.
She smiles so much that her eyes disappear into little moons. “You remember that from my bio?”
“That, and the dogs and the pizza and the wine,” He lists off, grinning on autopilot when she does and trying not to make it obvious he’s trying to find the right time to take off his sunglasses. What the hell kind of expensive ass sunglasses are these anyway? “Psych’s very cool.”
Oreo yips.
“Yeah, Oreo’s pretty cool with me studying psych too,” Luna jokes, reaching down to rub at Oreo’s head. “What about you? What do you do?”
Ashton freezes. Lauren’s words from yesterday start ringing in his head. It’s now or never. Now or never.
His heart is hammering in his chest as he slowly, inconspicuously slides the sunglasses off his face, getting ready to launch himself over the table and towards the car park if she starts screaming.
When nothing happens, he looks back up at her. She’s still staring politely at him even though his sunglasses are completely off now and his bare face is exposed for the world to see and lit up from the glaring sun. Those pale blue eyes blink back at him.
Nothing. Ashton inhales sharply. She… doesn’t recognize him?
“I’m a drum teacher,” Ashton blurts, the words flying out of his mouth before his brain even knows what he’s saying. Okay, too close! Too close to real life, Jesus Christ. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to make any connections.
“No way! Drums?” She says, looking surprised. Her expression melts into a wide smile. “That’s really cool! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten my hands on a drum kit before. Maybe you could teach me sometime.” She compliments genuinely, looking at him shyly. She reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear and for moment, Ashton’s fucking smitten. He forgets all about the fact that he’s the drummer of the band that released Youngblood, multi-platinum certified and #1 on the Billboard Top 200. For today, he’s just a regular fucking guy out for brunch and Luna’s attention is all on him. He feels like a sponge, trying to absorb as much of it as he can.
Thankfully, the waiter that’s serving them chooses that moment to swing by and introduce himself with too much enthusiasm for this early in the morning, looking like serving brunch to people with too much money is his life calling.
“And what would this lovely couple like to order today?” The waiter sings eagerly.
Luna stutters. “O-Oh, we’re not...”
Ashton doesn’t even bother denying the waiter. “The blueberry pupcakes for Petunia and just the steak and eggs for me, please,” He says, smiling before glancing up at his date. The waiter pretends to swoon at his charm. “And for you, my lady?”
Luna laughs at the subtle reference to their tinder conversation, a rosy blush decorating her cheeks. “The Poochini for Oreo, please, and I’ll take the prosciutto flatbread. Thank you.”
The waiter leaves with promises of their food soon.
“So, the prosciutto flatbread?” Ashton jokes. The look on her face says she already knows where this is going.
“It’s the closest thing I can get to pizza here,” She says with a serious face before she bursts into giggles not two seconds later.
Fuck, Ashton’s in love.
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| TBC |
#5sos#5sos fic#5 seconds of summer#5 seconds of summer fic#ashton irwin#ashton#5sos ashton#5sos x reader#ashton x reader#hitched
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50 questions tag
tagged by: @nervousatthenightclub omg sorry this took so long but thank you!!!
1. What takes up too much of your time? prolly tumblr tbh
2. What makes your day better? just getting time to myself to chill and watch stuff
3. What’s the best thing that happened you today? a bunch of stuff actually!! i got a bunch of compliments on my outfit + hair, maintained first place in my gymnastic competition in gym, got my daily approval from my favorite teacher, finished the oreo ripple icecream i didn’t know we had until my sister told me and i discovered red oranges are a thing apparently
4. What fictional place would you like to go? oooohhhh maybe Alagaësia (the place where the Inheritance Cycle is)
5. Are you good at giving advice? yupp
6. Do you have any mental illness? nope
7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? no
8. What musician inspired you the most? honestly i think the entirety of bts was really a big inspiration for me to get deeper into dancing and other things but hobi especially motivated me, and even though hyunjin’s backstory is super inspiring i don’t know how it helped me personally yet
9. Have you ever fallen in love? huh even 9 year crush don’t count as love imo
10. What’s your dream date? i’ve never really thought about it but probably a fancy dinner and a walk through the city at night after 🌌
11. What do others notice about you? i try to be optimistic and upbeat 24/7 so I really hate being around negative ppl, even tho ppl hate me for my smarts idgaf about them and genuinely care about my education, although im v confident im also v grateful for everything, and can cut people down but im really caring (mom friend literally everywhere) and i know what i want and i get it done
12. What is the annoying habit you have? ok my mom can fight me on this but burping isn’t that bad ok
13. Do you still talk to your first love? no? he moved but even before not really
14. How many ex’s do you have? 0️⃣
15. How many songs are on your playlist? pandora ain’t letting me see the full list but either way a lot of what i listen to isn’t on there, so im gonna take a guess and go at 500? it’s different for each playlist tho
16. What instruments can you play? i’m relearning piano and i want to pick up guitar
17. Who do you have the most pictures of? lmao one of my best friends and trust me they’re all ugly
18. Where would you like to go before you die? either mecca for religious purposes or greece/rome/brasil
19. What is your zodiac? virgo ♍
20. Do you relate to it? yES omg it’s like a 98% match
21. What is happiness to you? the emotional, physical, and spiritual contentment of a person OR (bc i think i understood this wrong) being with people i love, the feeling of accomplishment / pride, reading books that take you away from reality, debates and physical exercise
22. Are you going through anything right now? only high school my dude 🤙
23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made? even though this technically wasn’t my choice but eating nutella sandwiches for lunch every day and not getting into team sports as a kids 😭
24. What’s your favorite store? MARSHALLS, HANDS DOWN
25. What’s your opinion on abortion? women are absolutely entitled to the rights to their bodies and men should have no say whatsoever in this aspect, but at the same time don’t use it as an excuse to hoe around and constantly get pregnant
26. Do you keep a bucket list? not really, but i have an idea of some things i want to do in life
27. Do you have a favorite album at the moment? stray kids’ miroh (liSTEN TO IT)
28. What do you want for your birthday? silver/grey adidas soccer sweats, a new pair of black sneakers, and a permanent ps account
29. What are most peoples first impressions of you? 1) looks bc (majority of) ppl aint blind and 2) im super energetic and outgoing and just really friendly in general, 3) confident and a bunch of other things
30. What age do you seem according to most people? okkk literally all adults think im 5 years older than i am but?? i’m not 20 believe it or not
31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? on my dresser next to my bed or charging on my cabinet
32. What word do you say the most? the duh lmao prolly bruh or either of the second two words
33. What’s the oldest age you would date? no one older than me but maaaaaybe sixteen
34. What’s the youngest age you would date? no on younger than me past a few months
35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? teaching but HUH i do not have to patience to teach kids
36. What’s your favorite music genre? pop (more specifically the kind with a k before it)
37. If you could live in any country in the world where would it be? i’d stay in the US
38. What is your current favorite song? hmmmm beside the ones that will always be my favs then maze of memories by stray kids
39. How long have you had this blog for? only a few months but i made so many amazing mutuals already!! 💫
40. What are you excited for? my april trip to spain & morocco with my best friend and my move into my new private school in late august
41. Are you a better talker or listener? uhhh both?? i love talking but i’ve always been a human diary so i can't really chose
42. What is the last productive thing you did? finish four pages of my history hw 🙃🙃🙃
43. What do you want for Christmas? nothing bc i ain’t christian
44. What class do you get the best grades in? omg my grades are lowkey sad rn they’re all a minuses but!! i do really well in p much everything but us history honors, bio honors, and spanish ii are two classes i love and excel in
45. On a scale from 1-10, how are you feeling right now? gotta say a 9.3 bc im regretting all the sugar i ate today
46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years? working in a lab in boston
47. When did you get your first heart break? if you don’t fall in love you can’t get hurt :0
48. At what age do you want to get married? hmmmmmm i don’t wanna have a huge gap between me and my children but i also want to have a stable successful career first, so i’ll say before 30 ig
49. What career did you want to have as a child? veterinarian but then i realized that meant looking at sick animals all day and i went n o p e
50. What do you crave now? a gym bc i wanna exercise
tagging: @sonqmingi @parkseonghwa (whenever she comes back from hiatus), @lqhhj, @forhyunsuk, @ultvisual, @cuteez, @ateezsbitch @taengyo @astarlightmonbebe and ofc anyone who wants to!!
#this really did take me three days to finish huh#welp that life for you man#and thanks for the tag jo!!!#and moots yall dont have to do this ofc#anyways#mutuloves#tag games
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.・:*:・゚’ nineteen year old cis male tatum van buren was made in the upper east side and attended st. jude's. he still resides in new york, and are currently a begrudging socialite. they are pouted lips blowing perfect smoke rings, messy hair stuffed under a beanie, skateboard wheels clicking on sidewalk slats, ripped designer skinny jeans, and fingers clenched in silk bedsheets. onlookers say they resemble timothee chalamet. ( celia, 24, she/her, cst. )
i think he’s half naked in 90% of this gif hunt so i mean mood but also i’m sorry. anyways, i’m celia and this is tate and we’re both very pleased to meet you. i’m going to keep this brief just because i am one of those people who tends to stray away from my intro as i play my muse but also because plotting with fam members can fill in the blanks!!
HISTORY
as the youngest of the van buren children, one might expect tate to be spoiled rotten but he fully had other plans
it’s almost like the more attention was paid to him, the more he rejected it all together. he much rather just lurk in the background and let one of his siblings have the spotlight
kind of introverted that way, he just didn’t like all the glitz and glamor expected of him and his family
as his sibs all became successful in their own right, fading into the background became more and more possible.
tate, the only van buren son, was kinda lowkey expected to take after the real estate mogul business which... tbh.... sounds boring as hell to sweet tatum but he’d never really had much of a choice otherwise
he’d just kind of passively shrug it off, letting his parents pick out his clubs and things in school all preparing him for this business career he doesn’t want
he’s been at home most of this time, only having graduated sometime last year
PERSONALITY & PASSIONS
when the main blog called him the black sheep of the van buren family... i felt that
he’s a scrappy, nonconformist who finds the whole fame game to be performative and vapid
boy just wants to skate, smoke and have a good time
it’s his small form of rebellion, see? if he’s got to be rich and from a good, well known family he’s at least going to act like a street rat -- aladdin meets tony hawke
curses a lot, always high, causes mayhem just for fun
sleeps around like it’s his fucking job ( lol )
loves his siblings in a protective brother kind of way. but he’ll act like a pest to them to SHOW that love. if you are mean to them, though, he’ll fight
the only thing he cares about more than blood is.... art
underneath the haze of smoke and the hoe!life is a little slave to the aesthetics
mostly loves sketching, watercolor and digital art but has a passion for really any medium
he’ll probably die before he even admits that because it’d mean upsetting his parents and shirking his family duties and shit
also it shatters the tough, skater boy exterior he works so hard to maintain! ( hardly working more like, but i digress )
MISC
6′0 even and very scrawny
can play piano because he had full on lessons but also guitar bc he got a kid in high school to teach him
taking business / real estate type courses for his father ; secretly seeking other avenues
bi as hell
doesn’t date for long but has definitely dabbled
does a Drug, casually
PLOTS?
hookups -- CASPIAN, CYN
exes -- (recent) MARGOT, senior year of hs FEDE, young high school romance -- WC PAGE
fwb -- KENNY
person he cheated on margot with
drug buddies -- KENNY, JAMILA, EMERY
unlikely friends -- EMERY
don’t get along --
some pretty little family friend his ‘rents want him to date
used to be close -- NIKOLAI
hate sex
wingman / pity friendship -- CONRAD
no drama friendship -- HANNAH
best friend -- SLOANE
first kiss -- CASPIAN
someone he’s a bad influence on
someone protective / guardian over him
art hoe squad? -- CECE, AUGUST more open
unrequited crush maybe -- MIA
if you have plots with his sisters, tell me and we can build from there
FAMILY PLOTS
incredibly close / on the same wavelength
partners in crime
protective over him
bickering constantly
soft w/ shared passion -- GIGI
don’t always agree but compromise -- GENEVIEVE
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Own My Heart - 3
PAIRING: T’challa x Reader ft Black Panther Characters
GENRE: ULTRA Angst in this one!
REQUEST: T'challa fic where he’s bringing the reader to see wakanda for the first time ever and she’s worried that his family and advisors and the general public won’t accept her bc she’s an outsider (is non poc okay?)
A/N: This was a bit shorter than the other chapters but it hits right to the feels. I’m so sorry for not updating faster! I’ve had a busy few days, I went to both Bruno Mars and Ed Sheeran concerts and they were amazing, but that meant I literally had no time at home because I was in for an hour and then out again. But anyway hope you enjoy this chapter! Please don’t hate me too much for this.
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After the encounter I had had with M’baku, I was worried about the amount of guests that really were against the relationship T’challa had with me. I couldn’t help but look around in fright, but at the same time, I tried to stay calm.
Perhaps the great Jabbari leader had been exaggerating? But with the reaction to Erik’s taking of the throne, I couldn’t help but wonder if my position was compromised, having already seen how the Wakandan people hated outsiders.
Even as I made my way through the ballroom, many smiled towards me, however many indeed gave me looks of disgust, and though I had entered the room with a heart full of confidence, it began to wither away as the hours went by. At least the villagers and leaders were enjoying themselves.
However my doubtful thoughts flew away as I smiled at the sight of Shuri who stood on the sidelines, happy to see another familiar face.
She too turned to me with a large smile, ‘Thank god your here, I was bored half my brain out. Seriously could be doing something more productive in the lab that meet all these people.’
I chuckled, looking towards the crowd of people, before spotting T’challa, but he wasn’t with others, alone with Nakia, speaking quietly to one another. ‘Shuri?’ She turned to me as she sipped her drink, ‘Who is Nakia to T’challa? They seem pretty close.’
Shuri paused at the question, her body language being rigid, ‘Well ... we grew up with her as she is the leader of the River Tribe’s daughter. She went to school with us and so forth. We almost did everything together. And eventually they-they entered a relationship.’
‘Oh.’ I said in pure shock. I could see that they were close but I never thought that they had dated, ‘Could you tell me what they're relationship was like with her?’
‘Well they got along very well. He respected her a lot as she was a spy for Wakanda and put her life on the line many times, and she respected him. They loved each other very much and the people actually thought that he would propose to her! But he didn’t, instead, they broke it off a couple of years ago.’
‘I’m guessing they both were loved by the people of Wakanda. I’m not so sure if I’ll get the same reaction from them.’ She turned to me at this, her eyebrows furrowed, ‘What do you mean?’
‘Well I’m an outsider Shuri ... And I just-From what I’ve seen so far in this room, it seems that not many people are very happy with the fact that your brother is in a relationship with a foreigner-’
‘Okay who opened their dirty mouths? Do I need to teach someone a good lesson? My gauntlets aren’t that far from here!’ I chuckled at this, shaking my head, ‘No Shuri, it’s okay, really. I’m just blabbing now, stupid me.’
‘It’s okay to feel nervous Y/N. Really it is,’ She said, turning to me fully, ‘You know, our family weren’t really sure that T’challa would ever actually marry or have kids, considering his age, and when my Mama warned me that I may take the crown and become Queen, I was terrified! As Queen, like a King, there is so many eyes pointed at you that it gets scary at times. But as long as you are surrounded by those that you love, it’s going to be okay. Just know that since you took the weight off of my shoulders, I’ll be right here with you.’
I smiled at her at this, squeezing her hand gently, ‘Thank you Shuri. Really.’
‘No problem at all, I’m going to get a refill, do you want anything?’ I shook my head, shooing her away as she just gave me a wink before sidelining everyone so she could reach the bar that was on the other side of the ballroom.
I turned to look at T’challa who was now surrounded by others, so with a deep breath and a smile on my face, I made my way over. Okoye noticed me first her expression falling at the sight of me which stopped me in my tracks, as the words from the man before T’challa resonated with me.
‘... She will be a disgrace Wakanda sitting on the throne beside you! A foreigner T’challa! What were you thinking!’
‘What I was thinking was none of your concern-’
‘Well it should’ve been!’ The man seethed, many of his company nodding and muttering under their breaths to each other, ‘The reputation of not only your people, but your family is at stake and your happy to just throw that all away for some ihenyukazi!’
Many of those who were listening in to the man’s rant gasped loudly, even the eye’s of Okoye widened in horror. ‘Uhambe kakhulu umzalwana, khula ngoku!’ A another man had hissed to the one who had just spoken.
And though I couldn’t understand any of what was being spoken, I knew that was the man had not addressed me in any kind manner.
The man just smirked, stepping towards T’challa, shaking his head, ‘You should’ve married Nakia when you had the chance, instead of embarrassing yourself here tonight with the outsider-’
My heart dropped at this. I didn’t stick around to hear the rest. I pushed through the crowd hurriedly, keeping my head down as Shuri called after me from somewhere amongst the people as I left through the double doors of the ballroom.
‘How dare you talk about sister Y/N in that way!’ Okoye said through gritted teeth as she stared W’kabi down, only to stop as the King raised his hand to silence her anger.
T’challa stared at his old friend in shock, moving towards him slowly, ‘What did you just say?’
‘You heard me, you will lose all respect from your people for loving such a ihenyukazi! A bugqwirha-’ The man silenced himself when T’challa gripped his arm tightly, the group freezing in their actions at the very scene before them.
‘If you let the next words leave your mouth, I promise you that you will not make it out of this palace, instead you will be thrown into a prison cell, and in fact you should consider that a kindness.’
W’kabi stared down T’challa, but the King could see the fear in his eyes.
‘Now if I hear you talking about my Queen in such a way ever again, you will meet an even greater punishment from me. Or you could face your old companion? You can choose if the time ever comes.’
The fear was more evident than ever as W’kabi looked towards Okoye who smirked, taking a step forward to stand beside the King. T’challa finally pulled away, only to face his sister who’s features were painted in grief.
‘What is it Shuri?’
‘It’s Y/N. She just left the ballroom in tears and I’m not sure as of why!’ T’challa turned just in time to see the doors shutting, Okoye at his side as she spoke, ‘Majesty I think she may of heard what W’kabi had said.’
‘T’challa she’ll be okay-’
He ignored Nakia’s words, making his way through the crowd, ignoring the bows of those who surrounded him, making his way out, Okoye sending Nakia a glare before following the King out through the grand doors of the ballroom.
I stood in a corridor a few feet from the ballroom, calming my breathing as I wiped the tears away from my face. I couldn’t believe that so many people were against T’challa’s relationship with me, if I had known I wouldn’t have allowed it to continue for so long. Perhaps they were right, T’challa possibly could belong to Nakia-
‘Y/N?’
I turned at the calling of my name to find T’challa making his way over to me. Before I could make a sound, I found myself being dragged into an empty room, shutting the door firmly behind us. Without even a word spoken to me, he embraced me, holding me close to him.
I was frozen, unable to even lift my arms and return the same warmth he gave me. At this T’challa pulled away, wiping the stray tears from my face gently, his face filled with worry. ‘Are you okay my love?’
‘No-No I’m not,’ I say shakily, trying to breath accordingly, ‘I just-I thought I could do this! With you by my side I knew I could do anything! But I just couldn’t!’
I pulled away from him, the anger now rising within me as his face contorted in confusion. ‘T’challa you left me all on my own tonight! You said that you would be there but you weren't!’
‘I was meeting other diplomats-’
I scoffed. ‘No! You were off with Nakia tucked in a corner talking about God knows what!’
‘Y/N Nakia is just a friend of mine-’
‘She’s your ex-girlfriend T’challa!’ His eyes widened at this as I just nodded with a deep frown, ‘Yeah, I know! Shuri told me! At least someone is telling me the truth around here!’
‘I was going to tell you-’
‘When T’challa?!’ I exasperated, ‘We’ve been together for more than three years and somehow you just forgot to mention her to me?’
‘Your not always truthful with me! Why are you trying to make me the bad guy!’ He cries, staring me down now, his anger also bubbling within him. It wasn’t like the night had gone his way either.
‘What is that supposed to mean? That is utter bullshit and you know it! I open myself up to you all the time but you never knew.’
A silence fell over us as we grew further and further apart. I knew that the build up of tension between us over the years had accumulated and right now we were taking the opportunity to take it out on each other.
The long distance stuff was hard, as all couples struggled with it, but we suffered with it on another level, T’challa being King and all. However, it wasn’t just about that, ever since his father died, he had closed himself off continuously, whether it was to remain strong as a King or for the good of his own pride, I had no idea.
‘You know maybe you should just go back to the party ...’ I said under my breath, my back now turned to him. I heard him stutter. ‘W-What?’
I just chuckled darkly. I had had enough of this night, ‘T’challa, at first I thought this would go okay. People were discussing things with me, actually talking to me about different issues. I knew I had to make you proud, so even when I got the ugly looks and the glares and the comments in your language that I couldn’t even understand, I still kept a brave face on. But you know what really bugged me the most. It was seeing you alone with Nakia for most of the night-’
‘Y/N I already told you! Yes she’s my ex, but she’s my friend as well-’
‘T’challa!’ He froze when he heard the desperation in my voice, unable to stop watching me as I shook my head, ‘I am your girlfriend! I needed you tonight-Tonight was about us! That was what this was about! You WANTED this! But then-then you were with her ...’
I couldn’t help but choke at the words that caught at my throat, feeling disgust just looking at him. ‘Maybe that man in the ballroom was right! Maybe I really am disappoint a disappointment to you.’
‘Why would you think that Y/N?!’
The way his voice was still calm as ever began to put me on edge, and when I span around to face him, his eyes widened at the resentment present on my face, ‘Why would I think that?! Why would I think that T’challa?! Because it feels like this is one-sided! I am trying my hardest for you but you have so far done nothing to help me! All you have done is stand beside Nakia and walk around like she’s the one your dating! You know what? Go back to the party! To her! Why don’t you just go and marry her like everyone is telling you to-’
‘ENOUGH!’ I freeze at this as T’challa grabbed me, shaking me roughly as he spoke through gritted teeth, ‘Enough of this.’
There was an anger in his eyes that I had never ever seen before. Yes, we fought like every other couple, but this, this frightened me. My whimper was silent but prominent as his fingers tightened at my arms as I hung my head, avoiding his eyes as he shook once more.
However door was slammed open at this, and in the corner of my eye I saw Okoye, her eyes widening at the scene before her. A moment of silence passed before she actually spoke, ‘Beg Pardon my King, I thought some sort of trouble had occurred …’
At her words T’challa finally pulled away, taking a few steps away from me before pulling at his robes, straightening them as if he had dirtied them. ‘It is quite all right Okoye. Were finished.’
I looked up at him in horror as he gave me one last glance, one that was unreadable, ‘We will discuss this later.’
And with that he swiftly left the room, passing Okoye without a another word. It was if I hadn’t taken a breath the entire time, gasping as the pain hit me slowly, my whole body shaking as a result.
Okoye made her way over to my side, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder and her eyes filled with concern, ‘Are you all right sister Y/N?’
I shook my head, breathing heavily, ‘We-We just had a little argument. I-I’m so sorry, Okoye.’ She shook her head at this, taking my hands into hers, ‘It’s perfectly okay Y/N! You don’t need to apologise to me, just take deep breaths. Deep breaths now.’
I followed her as she demonstrated, allowing her to rub my arms gently before my breathing returned to a regular pattern. I sighed deeply, before looking up at her once more, squeezing her hand, ‘Thank you Okoye for that.’
‘As I said, it’s perfectly okay. Would you like me to escort you back to the gala?’
I shook my head at her words, my heart beat racing and embarrassment dawning on me, I couldn’t go back in there. ‘No, no it’s quite all right. You go and enjoy yourself. I think I will retire to my room for now.’
Okoye paused at this as she had been leading me out of the small, ‘Are you sure? I can walk you to your room and make sure your comfortable in your quarters-’
‘N-No! It’s all right, I can find my way back. I’ll see you in the morning.’ I drew a weak smile, squeezing her hand once more before making my way down the corridor.
And only when I reached the very end of the hallway, I let out my whimpers, my cries echoing across the marble, Okoye turning back at the very sound, before she made her way back to the ballroom.
I took a deep breath as I leant against the marble podium. Maybe it really was the end. With one last sigh, I made my way back to my room, the clicking of my heels the only vacant noise that seemed to register in my mind.
ihenyukazi: Prostitute/Slut
Uhambe kakhulu umzalwana, khula ngoku!: You have gone too far brother, silence yourself now!
bugqwirha: Witch
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( maia mitchell ) ? no that’s ( siena mercier ) the ( nineteen ) year old ( student ). who has been in town ( nineteen years ) and reminds everyone of ( sunburned cheeks, scraped elbows, and stifled laughter in the middle of the night ). maybe it has something to do with the fact the ( cisfemale ) is always ( stubborn & naïve ) or ( vivacious & clever ). either way ( she ) is apart of the town.
oh boy, oh boy !! here we go, friends . . .
ok so hi!! i’m b and this is my child siena, and uhhh well listen: i am v happy to be here. so let’s dive into The Kid™
H I S T O R Y
yes it’s another mercier child, specifically the one born just minutes after james. aka 1/2 of the twins. she’s got a lot of love in her heart for her family, and would literally do anything for any of them.
she grew up in mercier and is starting to get very, very restless with the tiny town, but she’s not yet ready to fly the coop as she A: doesn’t trust herself to go it alone, B: still doesn’t quite know what she wants to do with herself, and C: is literally too broke to leave, at the moment.
when siena was tiny, she was pretty well known around town for being a sweet girl who was just a bit too much to handle at times. she was always running around with curious eyes and dirt on her knees from playing too rough. she asked too many questions that people didn’t really know how to answer. she spent far too much time outside and practically had to be dragged in at sundown. her imagination was wild, and that almost hasn’t worn off tbh.
as a teenager, that didn’t change too much. she was well liked in high school, the ‘friends with everyone’ type, but it was very rare for someone to really know siena mercier at her core because she didn’t share much about herself. she participated in sports year round, even tried her hand at theatre. she spent a loooot of time daydreaming she was bright and kind, and people truly liked her. there were just a select few who knew her well enough to call her friend, and those few were people she was fiercely loyal to.
siena graduated with high honors and a yearbook full of signatures, but she felt stuck when it came to college. she didn’t and still doesn’t know what she wants to do. there are a few things she’s passionate about, but she’s struggling to find a purpose and a firm grip on who she wants to become so she’s ..... in school but studying who knows what. she’s v confused okay it’s stressing her out because she’s afraid the wrong choice is going to disappoint the fam
P E R S O N A L I T Y
okay so she’s 100% a mix between mamma mia’s sophie sheridan and the raven cycle’s blue sargent like after thinking her up i realized that these two are good comparisons
she does love being outdoors, as most of the merciers do, and she sort of finds peace under the stars. like she really appreciates how much of a force nature can be, how small you feel at the base of a mountain or looking out into the ocean. she’s just a big fan of earth ok
siena is really headstrong and not always in a good way? like when she knows what she wants, her stubbornness translates as determination, but at the same time she struggles with big changes. she also hates admitting she’s wrong so much oh my god
she’s really optimistic and has this sort of hope inside of her that could easily have been tainted by the way the world is but ?? hasn’t. which makes her kind of naive in choosing to only see the good in some things and ignoring blatant negatives.
ok so siena is literally so curious about life. like she just wants to know everything she can possibly know and see everything she can possibly see. she likes learning about places she very well may never visit and loves loves loves knowing things about the people closest to her. like she probably has a notes page in her phone dedicated specifically to her friends’ coffee orders so she can just whip that out when necessary. like she loves remembering little details
she’s v clever!!! which is good. .... and bad... like she’s smart but she also has a tendency to be a smartass. and that doesn’t always go well due to the fact that siena really doesn’t have much of a filter. like she doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes which causes.... messes.
she’s kind of an anxious little thing, like .... she seems confident from a distance but she cares a lot about what people think of her, even people that don’t necessarily matter. there’s a lot of self-doubt there that she’s working on, and it’ll come with time
loves adventuring!! hiking!!! going to new places!! trying new things!! prefers paper maps to gps and loves road trips. like sie is 100% the type for someone to be like ‘hey u wanna go hang gliding or smth’ and she’d be like uh absolutely sign me up
basically: siena is a lil insecure, really stubborn, and says the wrong thing a lot, but her heart is in the right place, she’s loyal af, and she’s honestly a good time ok ok ok
O T H E R T I D B I T S
actually... plays instruments. specifically piano and guitar. can sing but doesn’t do it often!!
loves dogs and has a serious problem bringing home strays like y’all her poor parents were probably like ‘please we don’t have room for another’
volleyball, cheerleading, and soccer were her year round sports and she was v good at all three but best at soccer
enneagram is pretty borderline between 2 and 3
chaotic good
hates seaworld with a wild passion
fave movie is the goonies bc she was convinced as a child that tallow also had some wild hidden treasure
C O N N E C T I O N S
ok so these are just .... ideas and we can elaborate or brainstorm tbh akdjf
long time best friend / childhood friend
friends who had a massive falling out ( hello small town draaamz )
exes: awkward middle school boyf, first love, prom date hookup, lingering feelings, exes turned friends .... we got all sorts of ideas
the kid next door: someone who’s literally lived next door to the merciers their whole life
unrequited crushes
party pals like fr siena needs to get out more often so drinking buddies and what not
someone who is down for that 2am “wanna go for a drive” text
confidant
kadjsfhkjh i think that’s all i have for now it’s 3am kill me
OKAY SO MY LAPTOP IS AT 5% BUT HERE SHE IS!! i’m v excited. if u wanna plot, like this and i’ll come to you!!! OKAY GOTTA GO NOW HOPE U LOVE HER LMS FOR PLOTTING BYE
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Ok I wrote this all in the tags of another post but I took my adderall for the first time in a week today and yeah sure, it’s worn off by now, but I’m still vibing so here we go!!! (woo this got longer than I thought it was going to be, so I’m putting the read more in)
I’m going to describe a movie to you.
This is a great movie. In one sentence, it’s a super fun found family heist movie with heavy The Devil Wears Prada vibes. which is like. the ideal set of tropes. Are you on board yet?
On top of that, there’s party-crashing, general thievery, fun costume design, an intense rivalry, a fucking choice montage, and it all ends with five friends and their five dogs living happily ever after in the big house that they stole, The End.
This is Cruella (2021). And the rumors are true, it fucking sucked. But because I actually watched it, I can tell you why it sucked, and it’s NOT that her mom got murdered by Dalmatians (at least that’s not the main reason). I can also tell you how it could be fixed.
Cruella is not actually a bad movie. But also, it very much is. (hope this helps <3) Ok. It’s bad because, of course, Capitalism. Literally the movie I described to you? Sounds super fun and great? If Disney didn’t have an obsession with making a quick buck on the back of its classic franchises, that could’ve been what Cruella was. But instead, they slapped an iconic villain on that super fun heist movie, and ruined the whole thing.
You can’t make Cruella De Vil a hero. You can’t. Other villain rewrites work because they swap the hero and the villain, or at least the villain’s atrocities are swapped out for something more understandable. But. A bunch of puppies can’t be evil. And when Cruella’s entire character is about Being Rich and Killing Puppies, you can’t change her motives or her backstory, because then all you have left is her aesthetic. Which isn’t unimportant, but you can’t build a compelling story out of an aesthetic.
But, that’s what Disney chose to do, I guess.
Here’s what happened:
1) Our main character, Estella, is born with the black and white hair (relying on the aesthetic!) (imo this is bad bc either it’s a cartoony Anime Protagonist Hair thing ooh magic. or it’s poliosis, and that’s ehh bc it’s very much framed as like. Symbolic of her ✨inner evil✨. Which is weird for it being a real thing that real people have.)
2) ANYWAY. She’s kind of a mean kid, but mostly very opinionated. We learn this when she calls a shirt ugly (aha, see? She’s into fashion!), and her mother jokes that she should be called “Cruella” instead of “Estella”. So. Now we have the name thrown in. Again, the aesthetic.
3) Blah blah, she adopts a stray dog, she punches bullies, blah blah, she gets kicked out of school, and she and her mother move to the city (she’s like 12 at this point)
4) but *gasp!* before they get there, her mother has to ask a “friend” for help because they’re poor. (So. there goes the Rich part of Cruella’s character. She no longer has anything in common with Cruella De Vil’s villainy!)
5) The “friend”, though, is very rich, and is throwing a party at her mansion (which is on a cliff). The mom goes in, and Cruella follows her. Cruella ends up getting chased by Dalmatians, but they don’t attack Cruella, instead they end up pushing her mom off the cliff. Cruella thinks it’s her fault because the dogs were chasing her.
6) Cruella goes to the city on her own, and meets two other orphaned kids, Jasper and Horace (we’ll call them J&H) (they also have a dog!), and they all live together and get very very good at stealing shit. Then, it’s like ten years later, and she wears a wig to fit in.
7) She catches the attention of a famous fashion designer (The Baroness) because of how good she is at fashion. The Baroness (who owns Dalmatians!) hires her, and now Cruella’s designing clothes for her. Also, the Baroness’s assistant(?) is Mark Strong, so the “Stanley Tucci in The Devil Wears Prada” vibes are very much there.
8) Cruella finds out that the Baroness is actually her mom’s ex-employer and the “friend” she was talking to before she died, because the baroness has her mother’s necklace, which she says her mother stole from her. The Baroness doesn’t know who Cruella is, though.
9) Cruella tries to steal the necklace back (this is the party she crashes!), and finds out that the Baroness trained the Dalmatians to kill her mother. To get revenge, she creates an alter ego where she goes full Cruella De Vil, the iconic black and white hair and everything, and upstages the Baroness by being better at fashion. (Yay double life! Yay rivalries! Yay fun montage!)
10) oof this is getting long. I’ll try to hurry it up.
11) at one point Cruella wears a fur coat and everyone thinks she’s skinned the Baroness’s Dalmatians for it, but she didn’t. Because she would never hurt a dog! *clutches pearls*
12) J&H are mad because her fashion alter ego is mean to them. She says “lol deal with it” but then later she says “oops sorry i love my friends actually” so. she’s not even that mean.
13) The Baroness tries to kill her, she fails. Mark Strong tells Cruella that she’s actually the Baroness’s daughter, and the Baroness had tried to kill her as a baby. Oh, and Cruella has a scene where she’s all “I’m unapologetically evil!” which might have been better if she were actually. You know. Evil.
14) oh, also the gay character is a guy who owns a little clothing store and he and Cruella are friends. He’s not explicitly gay tho, he’s just good at fashion and wears makeup.
15) So Cruella and her friends (J&H, Mark Strong, Gay Character) all go and crash another party for the One Final Score. It’s at the Baroness’s mansion, on the cliff, and they trick the Baroness into pushing Cruella off the cliff in front of a bunch of people and the Baroness goes to jail.
16) Cruella survives because of a parachute in her dress (lmao), and because she’s the Baroness’s daughter she gets all her money and her mansion and her dogs. And then she and J&H and Mark Strong and Gay Character all live in the big house together with their five dogs and are friends forever the end. :)
17) oh, also, Anita Darling, from 101 Dalmatians, is Cruella’s childhood friend and Cruella gives her two Dalmatian puppies at the end as a gift. Which... Would that make the Dalmatian parents in the movie siblings? :(
So now you see. Or maybe you don’t, and that was all completely incomprehensible. Either way, on to the next part!
So, obviously, it would be a much much better movie if it weren’t about Cruella De Vil, Puppy Murderer, and Disney had produced a goddamn original movie for once :)
Now, literally just trimming all the Disney Franchise gunk off the script would work. All that bad cheesy stuff would be gone, we wouldn’t be teased with the slightly-but-not-actually villainous stuff she does, and I wouldn’t have to spend the entire 2 hours desperately trying and failing to separate the movie and it’s dog-loving protagonist from the puppy murderer.
BUT. I will say that the one thing that Cruella was able to properly utilize was Cruella De Vil’s iconicness. Again, the aesthetic isn’t completely unimportant!
So I think it’d be good to maintain that. sue me. My idea is this:
Our Main Character is just some girl. Similar situation to the movie, but she’s named Ann or Sue or something. She reads The One Hundred and One Dalmatians as a child, and because she’s a Weird Little Girl, becomes obsessed with Cruella De Vil and her entire deal. And the movie proceeds in exactly the same way from then on.
Why does this work? Thank you for asking, I’ll tell you!
Disney gets to keep their dumb Classic Franchise money or whatever because we’re keeping the character
All the fun outfits get to stay the same :)
All that stuff I said about why Cruella De Vil can’t be redeemed? Doesn’t matter now that our character isn’t Cruella. We’re still capitalizing on Cruella De Vil’s icon status as an irredeemable puppy killer, but like. Without actually redeeming the puppy killer in question. Yay!
Weird Little Girls are awesome
We get a cute scene where Main Character is trying and failing to dye her hair like Cruella’s (Cruella’s hair is black and white in the book as well!) Her mom comes into the bathroom, sees half empty dye and bleach bottles in the sink, her hair bright orange. Already, I would die for this kid. (ngl this one’s the main reason I’m so attached to this version)
Ooh, this is the fun part. So, the mom gets pushed off a cliff by Dalmatians. I’m keeping this in. Main Character, of course, thinking WWCDVD? (what would Cruella De Vil do?), is like, actively antagonizing these dogs. The dogs chase her, push the mom off the cliff. It’s still not actually her fault, but the fact that she goaded the dogs into chasing her? HAHAHA WE LOVE SOME GUILT!
Oh, you may be thinking, but if she likes to act like Cruella, would Main Character still adopt that stray dog? I give you a quote from Main Character herself, which I’m totally not just now writing on the spot: “Cruella only wants to wear Dalmatians, I can still like other dogs”. Doesn’t that sound exactly like something our Weird Little Girl would say?
Ah, but what about later, when she adopts those Dalmatians? Main Character likes Cruella’s aesthetic and vibes, but she’s also an adult person with her own sense of self and an awareness that killing dogs is bad.
Anyway. Next slide!
I wouldn’t have to think about the Dalmatians at the end being siblings because 101 DALMATIANS DOESNT HAPPEN IN THIS UNIVERSE IT’S JUST A BOOK!!!
I checked, and One Hundred And One Dalmatians came out in 1956 (the movie is set in the 60s and 70s), so the timeline works! Also, hair bleach was safe to use by the 50s, so my scene in number 5 works too!
TL;DR: Cruella (2021) is a found family heist movie, and could be fixed by making the protagonist a normal person who’s favorite character is Cruella De Vil from the book The One Hundred and One Dalmatians
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk it’s 2 am and I’m fucking exhausted
#I do not care if this doesn’t get a single note I had fun writing it#mine#cruella 2021#cruella#if this is in any way understandable ur welcome I tried very hard. but I also need to go to bed. so. I’ll see y’all in the morning.#10 bucks says I wake up tomorrow and don’t understand a word of it
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