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#i guess jewelry are now my staple
gloomysunnflower · 2 years
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Apple Poison
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Villain recruiters x Twst
Because this is what the power of simping does to you.
I guess my staple is jewelry now
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bruh-changbin · 2 months
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love and leather
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pairing: bad boy changbin! x afab reader
genre: smut
warnings: use of handcuffs, piv, exhibitionism, fingering (f receiving), some smoochin', alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, an icky man being kinda icky, i think that's all
word count: 3.4K
a/n: before y’all say anything i knowwww this is short but y'all i'm busy and fuck in my last semester of uni and i kinda need to prioritize that a bit more 😭 buuuuut on the flip side i am slowly but surely making progress on some longer fun things so keep your eyes peeled 🫶 this fic is basically a love letter to bad boy eyeliner bin *sigh* when will he return from war..... also lowkey a continuation of under the bleachers but also not really.... no real plot just smutty bc i've been super horknee lately lawl enjoy
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seo changbin likes a lot of things.
he likes eyeliner and smoking cigarettes and hard sex. he likes going fast on his motorcycle and he likes his tattered leather jacket. he likes getting piercings with silver jewelry and he likes pretending that the taste of tequila doesn’t affect him.
but above all, he likes you.
he likes your pretty teeth and the curve of your neck. he likes the leather platform boots you bought to try to impress him. he likes the smell of your shampoo that’s now permanently interwoven into the fabric of his pillow.
he likes it when you cry when you cum and when you dig your teeth into his shoulder as he fucks you. he likes the way your speech becomes slurred after he’s given you countless mind-blowing orgasms.
he likes to be in control. but not in a weird, lowkey misogynistic way. more in a ‘i’m gonna fuck you so hard and act cold so we both feel good and then kiss away your tears because i love you more than anything else’ kind of way, you know? that’s why handcuffs are such a staple in your relationship.
you remember the first time he used those cold, metal cuffs on you.
it was after a halloween party and changbin was dressed up as, you guessed it, a police officer. the party was fun at first but soon grew to be quite boring. when changbin started to get a little too handsy was when you decided to call it a night. the cab ride back to your apartment was excruciatingly long and when you arrived you unlocked your door with trembling, sweaty hands.
no words needed to be exchanged for you to know to get onto your mattress on your stomach, hands behind your back where changbin cuffed them in place with a satisfying metallic click! 
his movements were painstakingly slow, removing and discarding your bottoms and costume at a torturous pace to tease you (for what you have no idea - your costume wasn’t even that revealing). you could feel the tip of his nose tracing the skin in between your shoulder blades before he fucked you from behind, his blunt nails digging into your hips and he gripped you like he was never gonna let go. all you could do was cry and drool into your bedding as your boyfriend brought you to orgasm so many times your legs felt like tv static.  
every time you tried to move, tried to find solace and stability by gripping the duvet underneath you, you were reminded of the cuffs that were binding your wrists together. changbin would chuckle every time he heard them clink and jingle, knowing he had complete and utter control over you. if anything it added fuel to his fire, resulting in him thrusting his cock into you in such a way that made it feel as if he was so deep inside of you that the two of you would forever be connected.
when he finally relented and unlocked you, your wrists were bruised and throbbing - it felt amazing. 
the stinging of your wrists coupled with the pulsing of your abused cunt had you passing out on changbin’s broad chest in minutes and falling into one of the deepest sleeps you had ever experienced. 
but of course, come morning time, he treated you as if you were royalty and kissed the marks that his handcuffs left on you with so much delicacy you thought you were going to turn into a puddle. 
unbeknownst to the outside world, seo changbin has a soft side; which you discovered the first time he brought you into his room and had forgotten to hide his munchlax plushie beforehand. watching him scramble to hide it under his bed made the situation 10 times worse, and all he could do was scratch the back of his neck sheepishly as you attempted to stifle your laugh.
once the two of you became, you know, official, he let this side of him shine through more often. 
at times he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain, as if you’ll crack and break at even the slightest touches - hence the way he traces the back of your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands, his strokes akin to that of a feather.
you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s almost burnt your kitchen down while attempting to make you breakfast after making love to you for hours on end the night before. it always ends the same, with changbin holding a plate of toast so burnt it's turned into bedrock and scrambled eggs you could bounce off the wall because of how rubbery they are. the result is always changbin dragging you to your favourite cafe for brunch in defeat, claiming that ‘it’s the thought that counts, y/n’. 
but only you have the privilege of seeing him like this. these small, tender moments reserved only for the two of you in private, away from the curious eyes of onlookers in public. 
on the days where both of you are lucky enough to not have to pull yourself out of bed early for the sake of attending a lecture or getting work done, you get to revel in the warmth provided by each other’s sleeping bodies. if you wake before changbin, you’re greeted with a view of his broad shoulders, his skin dotted with small imperfections and the bumps of his individual vertebrae visible. small, soft snores can be heard escaping his parted lips. if changbin wakes before you do… he never does.
sometimes you’re able to spend the whole entire day together without having to tend to other duties. these days usually entail slow, lazy starts to the day followed by changbin dragging you to the gym to watch him do lat pulldowns and cable rows followed by a shared shower where you help massage shampoo into his scalp. or, it could involve the two of you screaming at the tv as you battle over the top spot in mario kart 8 - changbin mains bowser, of course, whereas you opt to play as king boo. it takes almost all of your strength to avoid whipping your remote at the wall when he absolutely clobbers you during grumble volcano. 
“don’t be upset y/n,” he coos without fail, “i’ll make it up to you later tonight!”
and he always does.
in public, he’s brooding, mysterious, sexy. it’s rare to see him without a cocky smirk painted across his face, his puffed lips quirked upwards as if to say ‘i’m better than you’ to anyone who crosses his path. and it’s true, he is.
he’s also the type to get jealous very easily.
case in point: 
it’s friday night, and the two of you are perusing the city streets looking for some fun. earlier in the day, jisung had informed you that a small group of friends was planning on paying a visit to a well loved bar to get sloshed later that night. with nothing better to do, you and changbin accepted the invitation.
at first it was fun, with everyone reconnecting and catching eachother up on the current drama in their lives. but after an hour or two the vibe changed and the atmosphere became almost… cliquey. everyone had chosen their respective person or group for the night, choosing to only converse within their little bubble and never straying from it. this resulted in you and changbin fleeing the scene, opting to enjoy yourselves elsewhere where you can get lost in the music and each other… and alcohol. 
soon after you’re at the front of a line for some club you’ve never been to with changbin’s arm wrapped around your waist as the bouncer checks your i.d. you’re let in with a nonchalant wave of a hand, and changbin follows shortly after.
once inside you make your way up the stairs to where the crowd is, choosing to forgo coat check and instead tossing your jackets on top of a pile that has formed on one of the few tables lining the walls near the entrance. then, you make a beeline to the bar where you order yourself a vodka cran and changbin a heineken. 
with alcohol in hand you shove your way to the middle of the dance floor, getting lost in the club music while bumping and grinding on your boyfriend who’s posted up behind you. you’re not sure how much time you spend on the dancefloor with warm cheeks and limbs that have gone fuzzy, but it feels as if time itself has come to a momentary halt, allowing you to enjoy yourself in this moment while the world continues on outside without you. 
so, when changbin taps your shoulder and motions to the bar to wordlessly say ‘i’m going to get more drinks’ you only nod and continue to dance on your own while you wait for his return. 
this decision proves to be fatal however, for only moments after changbin’s departure you feel a clammy hand wrap around your bicep. you whip around only to find yourself face to face with some random man wearing a nike tracksuit ogling at you like you’re the last piece of his favourite candy at the candy store. gross. 
“sorry, are you trying to get past me?”
“nah i’m trying to get with you, ma,” he practically yells into your ear in order to be heard over the music.
“oh! no thanks, my boyfriend’s at the bar getting drinks,” you say and attempt to shuffle away, an action that proves to be harder than you thought due to the mass of people surrounding you.
much to your dismay, the man persists, “boyfriend? why’d he leave you here all alone?”
“... to get us drinks.”
“well, if i was your man i’d never leave you alone, princess.”
princess? gross. only changbin gets to call you that… when he’s fucking you.
“is everything okay, y/n?” you feel an arm nudge yours and turn around to see changbin, your knight in shining armour, who’s come to save you from this god awkward conversation. in each hold he hands a drink, one for you and one for himself, and you fear what he may do with them in the next few moments.
“yea, all good, this guy was just being… weird,” 
the skepticism that was previously evident on changbin’s face quickly morphs into annoyance (and jealousy at the prospect of someone other than himself making moves on you). without speaking he shoves the recently acquired drinks into your hands - making you scramble to stop yourself from dropping them and creating a sticky, syrupy mess all over the dance floor - before moving to size up the ‘bro’ that was just hitting on you with his chest puffed and chin held high. 
not wanting to get into any sort of trouble tonight, you practically throw yourself in front of the freight train that is your boyfriend.
“no! it’s fine, changbin, let’s just forget him and have a good time, ‘kay?” you attempt to reason with him to no avail. all changbin does is shift his gaze between you and the guy who was making moves on you several times before wordlessly grasping your arm and pulling you towards the exit; you’re forced to abandon the dripping drinks in your hands on the edge of the bar (not before you manage to spill about half of one all over your lower arm).
soon you’re out of the crowded space, and are making your way towards the exit of the building and the city streets that are surely still teeming with nightlife.
“bin-” 
“we’re going home,” he asserts, “i don’t want anyone talking to you like that.”
all you can do is allow yourself to be dragged behind your boyfriend like a ragdoll, his grip on your wrist so tight your fingertips start to lose their sensation. you know that any words of dissatisfaction you voice will be falling on deaf ears, so you opt to keep quiet and let changbin take the lead.
the bite of the cold night air of the winter jolts you awake once you step outside. a dull ring settles in your ears as the loud club music dissipates and changbin drags you further and further away from the establishment, almost dislocating your shoulder when he suddenly yanks you down a small, secluded alleyway. 
“bin i’m fine, really,” you attest, your eyes never leaving the troubled face of your boyfriend, who pulls a pack of marlboros and a lighter out of his pocket. you watch as he places a cigarette between his lips before lighting it, using his hand to shelter the flame from the wind. in that moment you become envious of a measly little cigarette, for you so desperately wish that it was you and your mouth that changbin was putting his lips on and inhaling deeply, sucking you in like you’re his lifeline. 
a haze of smoke soon surrounds you as changbin takes several drags from his dart, his eyes dark and refusing to meet yours. the scent burns your nostrils and you have to fight back the urge to cough; smoking only appeals to you when you’re drunk, and the alcohol you consumed earlier in the night has mostly exited your system.
with a sigh that manifests in a grey cloud changbin tosses his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, squashing the spark with the heel of his boot before catching your eye. his leather jacket rustles as he raises his hands to cup your face, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks.
“you’re mine, and nobody else’s,” his gaze is so piercing it feels as if he’s going to burn a hole through you, “right?”
you nod enthusiastically, head bobbing up and down as you whisper a quiet ‘right’ through squished cheeks and puckered lips - lips that are then being pressed against your boyfriends. 
changbin tastes like the nicotine he just inhaled and smells like the cologne he saturated himself with earlier this evening, and you find yourself getting drunk all over again on something other than alcohol this time - him. 
with your back pressed up against a brick wall you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of your lover’s mouth on yours, enraptured by the way changbin moves his lips in tandem with your own. the warmth radiating from the palms of his hands that have yet to leave your face makes your cheeks flush, and you tangle your fingers in the wavy strands of his hair that he’s choosing to let grow out, much to your delight. 
the skin of your cheek stings when it’s exposed to the cold as changbin retracts his hand from your face, the tips of his fingers tracing the skin of your neck and sternum before reaching the waistband of your bottoms. his curious hand only hovers there for a moment before slipping underneath, not allowing a mere piece of fabric to be an obstacle in the way of your pleasure. a feeble moan escapes you when changbin gropes your cunt over your panties, the fabric already sticky and wet with your arousal. 
“here, bin?” you question while scanning your surroundings, making sure there isn't anyone spying on the two of you being exhibitionists, “are you sure this is a good idea?’
“the best one i’ve ever had,” as he speaks his lips graze your neck, his breath hot and heavy before he starts to nip and suck at the supple skin; your pulse skyrockets and you clamp your thighs shut, ultimately trapping changbin’s hand in between them. 
he manages to pry your legs apart just enough in order to move his hand, sliding your panties to the side and running two deft fingers through the folds of your dripping, needy pussy. it’s funny in the sense that changbin’s actions are so simple yet they already have you whining in pleasure, head rolling forward as you hide yourself in the crook of his neck. 
“shhh baby, try to keep it down,” he coos, yet continues on nonetheless - easy for him to say, he’s not the one taking your fingers in an alleyway where a bunch of drunk people are parading by only metres away. 
changbin continues to play with your cunt nonchalantly, much to your chagrin. every now and then he lets the tip of his middle finger dip into your dripping hole, causing you to go weak in the knees as the calloused heel of his palm kisses and bumps your aching clit.
“binnie,” you heave out rather embarrassingly, “i need it.”
“my girl needs my fingers in her pretty pussy, huh?” he teases, you nod pathetically with glassy eyes.
and at long last changbin finally relents and slips his middle and ring fingers fully inside of you, your cunt immediately clenching around his digits. the way he drags his fingers in and out of you so slowly before fucking them back into you feels so euphoric that you can’t help the goofy, drunken smile that makes its way onto your face as you drool onto the shoulder of his leather jacket. 
with his broad shoulders shielding you from the outside world, changbin begins to curl and scissor his fingers inside of your warm, wet walls, making you moan and plead against his neck.
“god binnie you’re so good, feels so fucking good,” you cry through cracked lips while blinking away the eyeliner that stings your shiny, tearfilled eyes. 
changbin then uses his thumb to massage your clit while his fingers continue to reach deep inside of you, making your lower abdomen twist and churn and your heart go thump thump thump from behind your chest. your fingers only tighten their grip on changbin’s jacket as you subtly rock your hips against his hand in an attempt to bring your orgasm on sooner.
you find yourself tuning out the sounds of traffic and people and nightlife to instead hone in on the beating of changbin’s heart that you can hear beating in his chest, your moans that only continue to increase in pitch, the rustle of bin’s jacket as he fingers you. 
“so close honey, can you cum for me?” changbin groans into your ear in response to your pussy clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that you’re on the brink of finishing all over his hand. at this point your back is aching from being pressed against brick for so long and you have a headache from how intensely you’ve been furrowing your brows, but the fire you feel in your aching pelvis makes it all worth it.
it only takes changbin several more thrusts before you’re creaming all over his fingers, whining his name is a nasally, needy tone as you all but collapse against his built frame as your orgasm explodes inside of you like fireworks. after a few moments you begin to come down, immediately noticing how dry your open mouth is and how sore your fingers are from gripping changbin’s jacket with everything you got.
when you pull away from changbin to stand up straight, a string of spit from your mouth to his jacket follows you - you wipe it away and pray he didn’t notice. it takes you a second to fully regain your balance and when you do, changbin finally lets go of your hips only to move his soiled fingers to his mouth where he sucks them clean of your essence. then he places his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before he swallows you down his throat. 
words needn’t be exchanged for you to know what comes next, you simply follow changbins lead as he drags you all the way home and makes a mess of you on the sheets of his bed.
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day twenty five the best present (wcbah verse)
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wilbur waited until the night is winding down to show it.
he makes a show of it. gets up slowly, about to make his way to the kitchen: “darling?” he asks, “did you see that?”
you’re on high alert. you were laying with your head on his lap as he slowly played with the ends of your hair, sleep soon-before you’re sitting up on the couch: “wil?”
he doesn’t give much time, peaks behind the tree, the branches are already low and scarce, oulls a small wrapped package out from behind a branch
“looks like we missed one, sweetheart.” he all but whispers, padding over to the couch and sitting next to you, pulls your legs into his lap.
and you’re laughing finally, the anxiety over, as you slap his arm playfully, “wil, you scared me.”
he shakes his head, “sorry, honey. here.”
and he sets the small present in the middle of your lap.
“wilbur,” you all but sigh, “we promised no gifts.”
“oh?” he teases, fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose and leans over to grab the small mason jar you wrapped with twine and stuck some old flowers you were desperately trying to grow back to life into a mason jar
(“for your office,” you said gently, when you presented them. his office was the kitchen, but still, “to make it yours, i guess. some life to it or i dunno-“ and suddenly you felt the weight of it, how stupid the plants felt now, but he out it on the counter sng grabbed either side of your face, kissed you hard like he meant it-)
“that’s different, wilbur.” you huff, “you gave me those seeds-“
“and you’ve been taking care of them for months. it was a thoughtful gift. my favorite. now-open yours.”
and he gently nudges your arm, as if reminding you of the box.
the box is small, the same kind you’d imagine a piece of jewelry would come in, and it’s wrapped in the Sunday crossword puzzle, can see his sprawled handwriting from when he sat at the table this morning, as you prepared coffee and gently helped him with hints-
gently you peel back an edge, not wanting to ruin the crossword, before you peel another edge, take a deep breath and open the box
inside, crinkled up as if it barely fits, is a small stack of notebook paper, stapled together in a corner, his sprawled handwriting on the front of it, stick people of you and him, your name front and center, with coupon book under it-
“wilbur-“
“open it,” he smiles, “go on.”
a deep breathe and you gently peas through the book: one (1) bedtime song, one (1) late night drive, one (1) night walk-
your fingers run over the edges of the pages, where he spent this time poured over the book, can feel where he pressed down to hard with the crayon, can practically feel the anxiety he had while he was writing it-
one (1) homemade dinner of your choosing, one (1) star gazing date-
“oh, wilbur,” you sigh, “this is the best present ever.”
and you’re looking at him through these tears in your eyes, because while it wasn’t an expensive gift or anything, it was the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received from him
he laughs, four arms around his neck as hire pulling him in for a kiss, a gentle kiss to the frown of his head, then to the corner of his eye, to the tip of his jaw-
his voice comes back quiet, muffled, shy- “i’m glad you like it. i was worried it wasn’t going to be good. you deserve the world. next christmas, i promise, honey-“
you cut him off, “shh, none of that.”
another kiss to his face, gently, and you hold his chin in your palm, “and i know exactly which one i’m going to use first.”
and he smiles as he hears you rip the first page out of the small book, folds it into his pocket to save and remember this christmas
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kteezy997 · 5 months
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6 Months- Part Three//t.c.
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Warnings: just cursing, I think?
Another long one! Read this with your morning coffee😉
Cameron had a heyday spending Timothee's Hollywood actor money. Her books always sold really well, so she herself wasn't poor, but she still stuck to shopping mostly at Target or Old Navy because they had comfy and affordable clothes. She never splurged on luxury items. She had never touched anything like Cartier or Chanel. But Timothee was stupid rich. She had no qualms about spending his money. He had trapped her in this situation, after all, so she may as well get something out of him.
Timothee took her outside of the L.A. area to avoid paparazzi and other people that may quickly recognize him. He picked out a few staple jewelry pieces that costed thousands of dollars. She agreed to them, damn him for having great taste, she thought.
He accompanied her as she browsed and tried on clothes. He insisted on bringing a couple of bodyguards with them, even though she knew she couldn't outrun Timothee himself with his giraffe like legs.
They passed a lingerie store and Timothee stopped, nodding to Cameron and then the store next to them. He wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.
"Is this your idea of flirting, Mr. Chalamet?" she asked, clicking her tongue.
He shrugged, "I'm just saying, you might find something in there that you really like." he put his hands in his pockets, taking a few steps forward, nonchalantly.
Cameron sighed, "Well it couldn't hurt to look...or maybe even try on some things. It's your money, Chalamet." She then strutted into the store, Timothee and the two guards following behind.
She tried on a black lingerie set, complete with matching sheer knee high stockings. It was so provocative and of course revealing. It was a big leap from her usual cotton Calvin Klein underwear. She'd never worn anything like this. She didn't even recognize herself in it. But it was nice to indulge a little bit. She smiled at herself in the mirror, truly liking what she saw in the reflection.
Cameron was startled as the curtain of the dressing room was thrust open. She gasped, instinctively covering her body as much as she could. In came the curly headed tall man that was overwhelmingly obsessed with her. "What the hell are doing?!"
"You were taking forever! Sorry, I'm just impatient, I guess." His eyes wandered down her barely clad frame, and he smirked, "Or maybe I just wanted to get a peak at what you're trying on."
"You're a real pervert, you know that?"
He chuckled, "A little bit, maybe."
Cameron rolled her eyes, "Okay, you've had your fun, now get the fuck out!" she pushed him toward the curtain.
Timothee took a hold of her wrists, pulling her in, ""Or what?" His green eyes narrowed at her, challenging her.
"Or this will be the first and only time you will see me in panties." she glared back at him.
He chuckled again and surprised her with a swift tug on her hair, "Cam, my sweet, I'll never hurt you, but I'll let you know that I can be a little rough. Don't test me too much." He then let her go, and made his way to the curtain. "You look fucking amazing, by the way. You should get that one."
"i don't take orders from you." she said cheekily.
"It wasn't an order. It's up to you. Is it always a knife fight every time you open your mouth?" he asked, shaking his head, looking at her.
Cameron shrugged, "Guess you'll see."
........
The guards had their arms full as they carried Cameron's new wardrobe into Timothee's house.
Timothee and Cameron walked inside together. "So, I have a dinner thing for work tonight. So it'll just be you and a few of the staff. The chef can make you whatever you like for dinner, and maybe you can take the opportunity to explore the house a little."
"I have all these new clothes and jewelry to wear and I can't go out with you tonight?" she teased, "What's the point of having me as a prize if you won't take me out and show me off?" Now she was having a little fun with him.
Timothee laughed, "No, you're not coming with me. Maybe soon, you can come out with me. Just not yet."
.......
He was gone for the evening and Cameron was left in the vast mansion, and not allowed out. She decided that she would indeed explore the place. She might as well since she would probably be living there for some time.
As she walked the halls, discovering a theater, a gaming room, and even an indoor pool and spa area, she couldn't help but start to really miss her family, and perhaps more so, her best friend, Nova. She was a party girl with a heart of gold, loyal as hell to the ones she loved. Nova was a spirited woman, always down for a good time, but even more, she was there for Cameron through everything, and vice versa.
After dinner, Cameron asked the sweet Mrs. Davis for a pen and notepad. If she couldn't have her laptop, she would write the old-fashioned way. She scribbled out some of her thoughts, realizing she hadn’t actually written about her life in years. This was a hell of a turn of events to restart journaling about.
She later watched some mindless television, and she made a mental note to make Timothee give her back her cellphone. She had to let her loved ones know that she was okay. Something more that some words typed out on a screen.
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The next morning when she woke, there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, and she felt something applying light pressure to her hip. She looked down and her eyes were met with a messy bed of mocha curls. Timothee slept soundly, his body sprawling down the length of the bed. His rested on her, but just barely. He was still wearing the clothes he left in last night.
"Timothee?" she said. But he didn't stir. She put her hand on his shoulder, shaking him and saying his name again, louder this time, "Timothee?!"
"Mm." he mumbled, coming out of his slumber. "Fuck." he raised up, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean- I just wanted to check on you just to make sure you were okay, I shouldn't have. I was a little drunk, and really tired, I must have passed out in here." He got up off the bed, "I'm sorry Cameron. I'll leave you now."
"Timothee, it's okay. It's just...I'm not your property. You don’t have to check on me.”
"I know. I'll back off, I swear." he cleared his throat to rid himself of his groggy sleepy voice.
But Cameron kind of liked the way he sounded, it was sexy. She pushed that thought out of her mind, remembering what she wanted to say to him. "I want my phone and laptop back, now. Or you'll be seriously hurting, Chalamet. I know where you sleep."
"Okay, sure. You should call your mother. It would be good for someone in your family to hear your voice."
She thought it would be harder to get him to agree. "Alright. Um, can you go so I can get dressed now?"
"Yeah-yeah, I'm sorry again."
Once he left her room, she went to have breakfast, but he wasn't there. She ate alone. She found herself...missing him? What the hell was happening?
"Mrs. Davis," Cameron approached the older woman, "where is Timothee?"
"Oh, I think he's at the pool, dear, the indoor one." she answered kindly, then returned to her cleaning of the breakfast table.
Of course he has more than one pool, she thought. "Thank you. The food was delicious by the way."
Cameron used her memory to navigate her way through the mansion and found the spa area. She looked in, seeing Timothee sitting by the pool.
"Hey." she said, walking in.
Timothee looked up, pushing his hair away from his eyes, "Oh hey."
"What are we doing today?" Cameron asked, sitting down, looking at the water.
"Are we friends now?" he asked, a soft smile on his lips.
She looked at him, "What would you call us, Chalamet?"
Timothee huffed softly, "I don't know, Cam. I think I'm really fucking up my chances with you. I thought I'd be better than this. I want you to come to me, but I'm coming on too strong. I know I am."
"Ya know, I really haven't taken into account how broken you seem to be. I've been concerned for myself; I haven't thought about what you've gone through."
"Cam," he said, but she sighed. That name. “I'm sorry, I know you don't like being called that. It just slips out."
"It's okay." she smiled, "It's kinda growing on me a bit. As you were saying?"
"You don't owe me any empathy. I just wanna know you, that's all."
"Well, maybe you could ask me something about myself." she said with a giggle.
"Okay, um I noticed in your last book that you dedicated it to your grandmother. What's your relationship like with her?"
" Oh, well, she passed away recently." her voice took a on a melancholic tone.
"Shit, I'm sorry, I know that's hard. Were you really close with her?"
"Yeah, she was like a second mother. She taught me a lot of things. She introduced me to so many classic novels. She's the reason I started writing. She was an amazing woman."
"Sounds like it. Were you able to keep anything of hers, to remember her by?"
Cameron sighed, "She promised me this beautiful gold necklace she got from her mother as a wedding gift. It has a diamond pendant. It's stunning, but I don't really care about whatever value it has. I wanted it because it was hers, ya know? But my aunt Susan, her daughter, turned into a royal bitch after she died, and wouldn't let me have anything, much less the necklace."
"Shit, that sucks. Family really doesn't mean anything sometimes."
“Yeah, they can be as shitty as a stranger when greed takes over.”
They sat there together for a little while, both putting their feet in the water. The silence felt relaxing and comfortable for them both. Cameron looked over at Timothee, really looking at him. Before this, she had seen him in movies and like many people, young women in particular, she thought he was kind of cute. But now, here before her eyes, he was even more gorgeous. She took notice of each freckle on his face, the God damn jawline that could cut glass, and the curls,: she found herself wanting to run her fingers through his hair.
“So, I wanna ask you about your writing. Do you write from personal experiences? Was your grandma's passing the reason your book had such a sadness to it? Sorry if I'm interrogating you, I just think your work is fascinating.” Timothée looked at her with pure curiosity and admiration.
“We’ll kinda, I guess." she took a moment to collect her thoughts because she was caught off guard as she had been daydreaming before he spoke, "It's hard to express something creatively that you're not necessarily feeling on a personal level. And I like to write about things that I want to experience. But, most of the time, I feel like it’s just me stringing a bunch of interesting or fun words together to make sentences." she laughed, "You can really use a pen to write or a keyboard to type out the things you can never say with your mouth.”
“What’s your favorite thing to write about?” Timothée smiled and kicked his feet, lightly splashing the water.
Cameron took a breath, “Sex.” she said in a matter of fact tone, making them both laugh. “But really, I’d say romance. I love intimate moments between humans. Life can be such a mundane day to day experience with work and all the hustle and bustle, and we forget that we’re really on this earth to bond with each other.”
“You really do speak like a writer. I feel like I'm getting smarter just listening to you.” Timothee grinned.
“Hmm, you’re sweet. But you're very well spoken too. I've seen you in interviews before, you're actually invested in the films and the characters you play, it shows."
"Oh, so you know who I am?" he leaned back some, holding himself up with his hands on the floor beside him.
"I wasn't trying to stroke your ego, Chalamet." she giggled.
He chuckled, "Too late. I can't believe that the great Cameron Reese knows who the hell I am."
"A lot of people know you." she pointed out, trying not to get lost in his flirty gaze.
He leaned forward, speaking a little bit lower, "I don't care about other people."
"You make it easy to wanna be near you, Timothée, I hate to admit it.” she said, shaking her head at him.
Timothée grinned as he heard her say that. It felt like a small victory.
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mrcurystape · 2 years
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random things steve does while crushing on you !
✧・゚: feature. steve harrington x reader [gn]
✧・゚: cw. fluff ; lowercase, bestfriend!steve, mutual pinning, no confession just lots of pining again... uhh lmk if i made mistakes wtvr
✧・゚: note.  can you guess what my favorite trope is? anyways here it is with steve!!!
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imagine steve harrington being your best friend who has the biggest crush on you. but he tries his best to be so subtle about it and fails.
imagine when you hug steve, you can feel him relax under your touch and melt into the hug. he’ll try not to at first, but the longer you embrace him the more he melts. he becomes putty in your hands, but you won’t tell him that you know that. nor will you tell him that you can feel him squeezing you when hugging you, almost like he’s trying to search deeper for comfort within you.
or eating with steve in his car, something he’d never allow with anyone else. because you’re so special to him you get special privileges… at least you’re not messy, unlike dustin. but when you get crumbs stuck to your cheek or lips imagine steve reaching out and swiping it away with his thumb while you’re talking. and steve gets so lost in the sight of your plush lips that his thumb just kind of lingers, slowly stroking from your cheek to your bottom lip. by now the words have been caught in your throat, distracted by steve’s focused look on you.
a simple “steve…” will bring him back and steve will quickly pull away and apologize and ask you to go on. you do, but the airy fluttering feeling in your chest doesn’t leave.
pet names being used between you two as a joke a few times but now they’ve become a staple of your friendship. mostly by you. calling steve ‘love’ and watching him briefly smile and try to cover it up with a cough before answering.
laying your head in steve’s lap while he rests his hand on your shoulder, absentmindedly rubbing against your arm while watching a really bad slasher film with you. cuddling like this was the norm between you two. steve hears you yawn once and he already knows to reach over for a blanket and pull it over you. he also is ready for you to protest, saying you want to stay up a bit longer. for him mostly, your excuse is always “i want to talk to you more!”
steve’s go-to response is “i’ll be here in the morning, dove”. you’d mumble an “okay” sleepily before laying back down and falling asleep in his lap. steve turns off the movie and sits in silence. he admires you for a minute or two, taking in your pretty features before eventually joining you and falling asleep.
when you both wake up an hour or two later you’re quick to apologize for falling asleep on him. steve tells you he doesn’t mind, he’s used to it. besides that, it’s barely mentioned again. until it happens again anyway.
steve makes the effort to memorize all your favorite things too. when he sees something he knows you’d like, whether it's food, jewelry, or any kind of trinket, he’s quick to get it. he’d nonchalantly pass it over to you mid-conversation. always pairing it up with a, “saw this and thought about you.” you have a shelf dedicated to all the gifts he gives you at this point. each of them treasured and cherished in secret.
steve likes his hair, everyone knows that. but few know that he likes it when it’s played with, you’re one of the few. on occasion you like to rake your fingers through his extremely soft hair; not oblivious to the sigh he lets out and the look of contentment on his face. his speech slows down and he focuses on the feeling of your nails lightly scratching his scalp. as soon as your hand leaves him, neither of you acknowledges it.
holding hands with steve is a normal occurrence. interlocking hands with him is common, it’s usually you who initiates it and he’s quick to follow, giving your hand a quick squeeze while walking down the street.
steve would also bring your hand up close while holding it and take a glance at your nails.
“new color? who picked it?”
“robin. like it?”
“it suits you”
“you always say that….”
“most colors suit you”
“most?” you raised your brow, giving him a playful glare. steve stifles a laugh, “haven't seen you with green yet”
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honeesblog · 3 months
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The difficulty of proper academic comportment, dress, and relationships
As a female academic I am held to a very different standard to male academics in regards to physical appearance and this has only become more true as I've gone from undergrad to graduate student. At this point, I have to essentially dress for a job interview all the time, which luckily is quite natural for me as I've always preferred business casual clothes but moreover makeup and a splash of perfume and jewelry have also become staples. This is further complicated by the fact I don't have a full length mirror in my room, so dressing has become more difficult. Furthermore, as my goal is to become a professor, I need to think of my appearance and comportment in a very pragmatic way so as to further my chances. 
    I recently read an Economist article titled ' The Economics of Thinness' and it very poignantly made the case that being thinner, especially for women, raises employment outcomes and pay. I have always been on the larger side, never obese or even seeming as big as I really am. I swam competitively and I still lift weights and play several sports and at 5ft 8, my weight is quite well distributed. Most people would guess I weight 160-170lbs just on the edge of a healthy BMI but I in fact am 200lbs, well within the overweight BMI category. Since starting my PhD I've lost some weight and gained quite a bit of muscle from thrice weekly lifting sessions to deal with the stress alongside skipping breakfasts and sometimes lunches due to being busy but either way I'm larger than is economically ideal. Since I've lost weight I've noticed a social shift as well. Another great article is by Alana Massey titled 'You're Right, I Didn't Eat That' where she discusses the social benefits of thinness and her own need to maintain her thinness. She examines her own behaviour as half pragmatism and half pathology, making clear that it is not effortless, as I think so many of us assume when we see other women with prominent clavicles and flat stomachs. I feel I'm also in the same semi-pathological state occasionally, I need to go to the gym or get 10 000 steps but I don't need breakfast other than a coffee and splash of milk. Again, I'm not that thin yet but I'm working my way towards it, not because I hate my body or have self esteem issues (although I'd be lying if I said that those don't also factor in) but because I love what I do and I want to do it for a living. If I need to never eat breakfast again for my field I'd do it in a heartbeat. It doesn't help that I'm quite a competitive person and have been trying to get back into swimming again as I have free access to my university pool... Another issue is clothes, makeup, and jewelry. I've been updating all of these things as I want to seem sophisticated and intelligent as well as attractive. This Christmas I'm treating myself to some very nice jewelry and lipsticks, which are extremely expensive, and I keep a collection of perfume samples. Eventually I should buy a full size perfume of my choosing as I actually wear perfume most days now but it is all so very expensive!!! Same thing with clothes, I either need to take clothes in or buy new clothes as I've lost weight but its quite expensive for a student!
Dating is another aspect of my life which is important but frustrating. I would like to be married and have a child before my mid 30s. I have a long time sure but due to my commitment to my career and studies I've never been in a committed relationship. Even now that I'm actively looking to date, I get overwhelmed by my nerves and emotions and basically decide that dating is not worth the hassle due to fear. Academia also complicates the idea of having a partner as I will go all over the world for my job and whoever I'm with should support that and be willing to help and while a lot of women will do that for their men, the same can't be said for most men. 
Anyways, in all of these things I think I'm headed down the right roads I just need to keep to the course and commit myself to them. I'm planning on starting swimming 4-5 times a week once I get off break so hopefully that will work out. 
Thanks for reading x. 
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commajade · 11 months
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amber do you have any tips on how to start dressing more gnc? not exaclty where to find clothes but like composition/how to feel confident in my looks bc im always afraid of looking like a 12yo boy 😭 i was going through your blog and saw that ask about boa/yuri/seulgi and i feel like a combination of their wardrobes would be my dream lol also random but yuri added a new layer to bi casual that's p.e. teacher, she now has this sling bag she takes everywhere and imo makes her overall look gayer
hello! i'm guessing ur a baby gay, congrats on trying to gender present differently it's a rly cool experience and it'll bring u a lot of joy! any amount of gnc presentation automatically makes u sexier too so congrats!
i think what you're going for is a mix of street wear and artsy casual and both of those can be as androgynous as u want it to be! for composition it rly depends on ur body type and idols r all skinny so if u r similar to them u can copy the way they layer and arrange clothes but i personally can't. could never wear pants as wide legged as seulgi and boa wear lol.
the key is loose fit clothing for a boxy/rectangular silhouette but don't get clothes that are too oversized. i have a chest and hips so i tend to do fitted pants that taper (not wide leg) but have some room at the waist to not emphasize my hips. i have p broad shoulders so i wear loose shirts that emphasize that and aren't too tight at the chest. outerwear is so important!!! a leather or denim jacket is such an important wardrobe staple for every gay person.
in general seulgi has cute artsy boyish looks that u can emulate with a wider legged jean with a quirky design, unusual and colorful sneakers, and fun hoodies and graphic tees. boa does like dancer look or dad look. lot of beanies, oversized t-shirts and sweatpants or flannels and glasses and t-shirts tucked into belted jeans. yuri's bi casual looks tend to be short button up shirts, sometimes over t-shirts (with the sleeves rolled up). also baseball caps and crew neck sweatshirts.
it's ultimately rly about how u wear it tho!! try wearing the classic white tshirt + jeans + jacket look and see if it feels more feminine or more masculine on u, and see what adjustments u can make to ur posture and hair and the way u carry urself to get the presentation u want. try putting ur hands in ur pockets in a masculine way, my gf calls it the transmasc stance lol and i keep noticing every time i do it now. try wearing outfits but sitting or standing in diff ways, slouching a little more (but take care of ur spine health) or sitting with ur legs wider and leaning back or leaning forward with ur elbows on ur knees. jewelry is also v gendered!! buy some thicker rings or more masculine chains/necklaces u can layer. a nice watch does a lot too. maybe 4 years ago i was rly self conscious about gender presentation and being read as masc but now my gf says it's easy to see that i'm butch because of the way i carry myself and i don't even think about it. i slowly developed the mannerisms and posture that make my clothes look and feel more butch. even when i first started wearing men's clothes for the purpose of being gay i realized that my own masc energy makes women's jewelry look more masculine when i'm wearing it and it was a rly affirming moment for me.
bonus: i consulted my gf and the simple way to not look like a 12 year old boy is to not dress like a 12 year old boy. don't be afraid to mix things that are a little bit more formal into your new wardrobe, it'll make you feel more confident in gender presentation. i just got a nice pair of dressy men's shoes (i got derby style docs) for the first time and i wear them with calf length dress socks and semi-formal pants to concerts and artsy events and it feels rly good! i need a good blazer now, i only have very casual outerwear.
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Tomorrow's outfit 🤍
Tomorrow our university's med students will do their yearly celebration. It's my first time participating in this sort of event and I am excited to join the celebration with my friend whom I haven't seen in such a long time, I am excited to finally meet and talk with her again, and we will have the chance to meet some of our distinguished faculty members. I also have a few friends that I haven't seen in a while and I am looking forward to seeing them again.
A simple white lace blouse.
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I love this lace blouse, it is very feminine and it looks even more stunning in person. The fabric looks very delicate and like it will rip with just one abrupt move but the fabric is quite stretchy. The sleeves are transparent and I can't show my arms for religious reasons, so I'll just wear a white long-sleeved leotard underneath which is VERY convenient because I have a Pilates class tomorrow morning and I can just get changed within seconds. It will also be a little chilly tomorrow so the extra layer will provide me with enough warmth to get through the day. It's a dainty blouse and I just got it but I know that I will get a lot of wear out of it since it is so versatile and I know of a million ways to combine it.
A dark navy skirt.
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My absolute favorite, I wear this almost every day along with my black pencil skirt. It's a staple in my closet, I throw this on and I look super polished with absolutely no effort. I always get compliments when I wear this even though there's nothing special about it but it fits me perfectly. My grandma bought me a ton of A-line skirts a while ago and I hate to say it but they are somewhere at the back of my closet now because they are the most uncomfortable skirts in the whole world and they restrict my movement, I always end up ripping them because I can't walk properly in them. This pencil skirt, on the other hand, is a whole different story - the material is extremely stretchy (it is 100% polyester) and it is pretty much impossible to rip, it fits me perfectly and enhances my body beautifully while still being modest. The skirt rides up so I'll have to wear sheer stockings underneath them and I have to go over it with my lint roller to make sure there is no fuzz.
A lilac chiffon hijab.
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Most of my hijabs are chiffon, it's my go-to material because I like how flowy and lightweight it is, chiffon is very easy to work with and there are a million different styles. I have found a style that frames my face beautifully and suits my face shape perfectly and I do my hijab the same way pretty much every day. This color is muted and has a grey undertone and it looks very beautiful in combination with navy blue. My dad got me some silver hijab pins, they're a small detail but make me look a million times more put together, I need 4 pins to do the usual style and only 2 of them are visible so I just take the needles and put them to secure my scarf and make sure it stays where it is for the whole day (it never does). I will be wearing silver jewelry with this outfit so they're a nice touch and give me a more cohesive look.
Silver Jewelry.
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All the clothes in my outfit have a cold undertone, so naturally I will wear silver with this ensemble. I will stack the Cartier Love Bracelet in Silver (thin model) with a basic diamond bracelet. I thought about adding Just un clou but I think that would be a little too much and it will not match the blouse. I am not really a big fan of Guess, and I don't own much from the brand but I love silver, I love butterflies and I am beyond obsessed with anything that is cute and classy and this watch ticks every box and it looks so adorable in person, I love it. I also wear earrings with my hijab whenever I can, they always need to be extra long to be visible over my scarf and I love the way they add some sparkle to my face, and how they swing with my every movement, it makes me look more vibrant and lively.
Lacoste Concept Zip Tote Bag. Tommy Hilfiger Ballet Flats.
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Lacoste Tote Bags are ridiculously spacious, they fit everything you can think of but the handles are extremely thin so I am very hesitant about carrying some of my heavier stuff with me, I wouldn't trust it with my laptop or heavier books but it is extremely wide so it fits a lot of binders and notebooks with no issues and it does not damage the corners due to its width like my other bags, and you can just throw things and it is a convenient bag. The Tommy Hilfiger Ballet Flats are from Spring Season 2014 but you can't tell, they look like I just brought them out of the box and it's one of the reasons I love thrifting, you can find great prices for very low prices and they are of such great quality, the ballet flats are real leather and they do not look dated because it's a classic and timeless style.
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thedreamparadox · 1 year
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What would your own Nightopias look like and what kind of Nightmaren would live there?
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I used to have a few figured out for aesthetics forever ago (like, a decade easily), but none of them were ever actually reoccurring and were just cool one-off dreams I had one time. While I'm still fond of the concept of Serenity Island (take the play island from the Destiny Islands from Kingdom Hearts and then hollow out the underside of the island and put a really cool hollow coral save in there), and Frozen Hill has some neat art potential (being a snowy nighttime winter scape with a frozen over lake and a snow covered massive jungle gym and playground structure and lots of pine trees), I'd probably adapt one of my more reoccurring dreamscapes instead.
Since I gave Shay the giant Toys R Us (which has an arcade stapled onto it that will probably be relevant later), that leaves my other commonly reoccurring locations as the hotel/water park hybrid (that said arcade connects to) and a giant mall complex that either has an underground section or connects to an underground section. Given that I am very bad at names, I've just been calling these Lucidia Mall and Lucidia Hotel. (Personally, going by what I've been operating on for my own fic lore, I'd probably have a blue Ideya and a white one so running on the 'one level per Ideya not counting red Ideya up to a max of three' that leaves me with two.)
The mall is a complex that seems to go on forever, varying from about three to five floors, sometimes more with a very high ceiling. There's at least one really cool water fountain and a bunch of stores. It's not based off of any one mall in particular but has the vibes of about three different malls I used to go to frequently/went enough to know roughly what's there I've been to plus a lot extra. The stores connect in completely illogical ways and there's a store for about everything. The only ones I can really think of that stick out are the jewelry/shiny objects store that somehow goes on for two floors, the scale broken store that vibes roundabout a JcPenny's/Bed Bath and Beyond/similar department stores. Let's call the underground section as connected. It vibes with the energy of a Japanese market side street with lower ceilings and a general vibe. But I remember having a dream with a really rad buffet. Chinese buffet level stuff but with way weirder foods (blueberry syrup tea comes to mind along with ice cream shaped into roses). This would probably be the white Ideya aligned Nightopia.
The hotel is a mix of a giant indoor pool/water park complex and an outdoor one that may or may not have a zoo attached to it? I vaguely remember a dream where loose zoo animals were a theme. But yeah, giant water park, huge slides all over the place and lots of pools. It has an arcade in the basement. Of the two, this one works better for an actual Nightopia if we're talking in terms of level design before more space to fly around it. One of the hot tubs is super deep and has the stained glass motifs from the Stations of Awakening from Kingdom Hearts. Generally a cool place to vibe. Blue Ideya associated because water motif.
Nightmaren-wise? Spiders, definitely spiders. Not canon to the games but I've got arachnophobia for those to be a thing. Aside from that uh. Not really sure? I don't really have a ton of phobias that make for good specific Nightmaren. Maybe the scorpion ones because arachnids are kinda freaky. Maybe moths. The water park would probably have the slightly freakier fish-based Nightmaren. Maybe some Shleep and Kircle for the hotel for obstacles in the outdoor section. Zero idea for boss Nightmaren, I'd probably have to make original ones and I don't have the brainpower for that right now lol.
I guess I gotta actually give these things names because of the games uhhhhh.
Let's go with Shining Mall (since the ceilings are all arched glass and the overall vibes are VERY bright) and Hydro Hotel. Level titles of ~The Infinite~ and ~The Vacation~ respectively.
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hoppemacdonald5 · 2 years
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urlocalllama · 3 years
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All New Things
Possessive AU by Emily aka @urlocalllama
Mei gets to have a little too much fun when the Monkey King lets her drag Macaque out shopping. Turns out, it didn't take too much of being around her for the edgy monkey to soften up a little.
Mei leaped off the airship and onto solid earth with absolute glee. They had been flying above Lady Bone Demon's turf for so long, she hadn't felt dirt and grass in weeks! Fresh earthy air, flowers poking their heads out of fluffy bushes, and animals!!
"Wheeeeeee!" She cheered as she went running down the hill.
"Don't go too far, Mei!" Pigsy called out, "We may have finally found a place outside of that demon's control, but we still need to stick together."
"We're totally gonna go hit the town, though, right?" Mei asked.
"Yes, we will. We need supplies - groceries, first aid, clothes-"
Mei gasped, "CLOTHES?! WE GET TO GO CLOTHES SHOPPING?!"
"Sheesh, Mei, don't break my eardrums! Yes, we get to go 'clothes shopping'. But only necessities! We aren't weighing down Sandy's ship with a bunch of unnecessary shawls and jewelry and whatever."
"I totally hear you, Pigsy, only the necessary shawls and jewelry!"
"Mei!"
She laughed while he sputtered out reasons why she was wrong. She was just messing with him, though - she had more than enough stuff at home, and if she really needed to replace things once they drove off the demon she could afford it.
Besides, everyone else only had like, one outfit. One! Insane, right? She could totally go without for now.
"Right so," Monkey King spoke up, "I'm gonna leave groceries to Pigsy and Tang, right? Sandy, first aid, please - take Mk with you and teach him a thing or two, okay?"
"Oh, sure, Mister Monkey King. But... don't you know these things yourself?"
"Yeah I do. But a particularly emo doppelganger I know needs to have an eye kept on him..."
"Yeah? And?" The other monkey, Macaque, started, "Who put you in charge, huh? Call me an idiot, but the pig seems far more responsible than you are."
"You're an idiot," Mk responded.
Mei had the sneaking suspicion that Mk only said that because Macaque was getting on his nerves. Pigsy was definitely more responsible than Monkey King despite Monkey King being more adept at organizing the party. Eh, who cares.
"So... I guess I'm going shopping then?" Mei asked hopefully, "I mean, I know everyone's sizes so..."
"Mind two extras on your trip?" Wukong smiled, motioning to him and Macaque. Macaque immediately looked extremely offended that he had the audacity to volun-tell him into coming with them.
So of course Mei said "YES!" and grabbed Macaque by the arm and dragged him off to the mall, Wukong trailing behind with a huge smirk.
"Oh, god no - we are not going into a Hot Topic on this trip!"
"Whaaat, why not?" Monkey King snickered, his human disguise looking freakishly like his monkey form, "I'm sure Mac here will find something he likes!"
"Shut up," Macaque hissed, trying to hide that he had indeed been eyeing the leather jackets in the display window.
But Mei knew. Mei knew everything that had happened on this trip. Everything.
"And it's not that I'm against Hot Topic, but you have to shop at other stores before walking into one. It's an acquired style, and you have to know that the style will work for you before just throwing it on your body."
"So where to, then?"
"Let's start... here!" She pointed at a store that was a much more casual punk and biker look, the kind of stuff you'd wear to look both cool and leave a good impression. Sleek leather jackets, sturdy yet fashionable combat boots, y'know. The good stuff.
"We'll probably find things that match Macaque's style and complexion here, and it's a closet staple to have a leather jacket. C'mon c'mon c'mon!" She eagerly tugged Macaque into the store, still mischievously relishing in how little he wanted to be here.
And that's when the fun began. She pranced through the isles, picking out things that caught her eye and were just *so* Macaque, leaning heavily into the nice muted reds and dark jeans, tossing several cuts of leather jackets on top of it.
She shoved him into the changing room and waited eagerly to see how he'd look.
And she was so, so right. He looked fantastic in everything she picked out for him, right out of a magazine! It's not that she doubted that the doppelganger of the 'Handsome Monkey King' would look bad, though. Sometimes things work out twice as good as you expect they would, ya know?
"Perfect, perfect, perfect!" She cheered as he reluctantly modeled a fashionably distressed black t-shirt over dark blue jeans and ankle combat boots, with a red flannel on top of the ensemble to give the look a color pop. He was stiff as a board, awkwardly half t-posing as he turned around so she could see it better.
"Now, I know you old-timers are probably more fond of traditional Chinese wear," Mei said, glancing over at Wukong who confirmed with a half shrug, "But you still look great in modern clothing! Besides," she whispered, "they'll be looking for you in hanfu, so this'll one-up any super secret disguises you may be using, eh? Eh?"
"I get it, I get it," Macaque groaned slightly, having let himself be subjected to his fate, "...do you... really think I look good in this?" He asked cautiously.
"Yes! Yes I do!" She answered, leaping at him and pulling him into a hug, "I'm not sure when's the last time you've gotten new clothes, but it must feel good, right?!"
"...hmph." Macaque turned away from her, his face starting to blush a little.
"I think you look sexy," Monkey King teased, eyebrow cocked mischeviously.
Macaque turned bright red, "You get to shut the actual fuck up-!! We're doppelgangers, that doesn't count!!"
He laughed, and followed them to the check-out counter while Mei paid for everything.
"Okay, okay, okay - so I know that we've picked things out for Mac here, but what about you Mr. King?"
"Mister-?! Nonono, just- if you're gonna call me that, just call me King, okay?" He cleared his throat, "And if you're paying I wouldn't mind a few new additions to my wardrobe. As you said, it should make any of our disguises more convincing."
"Great! Food court then clothes for King! I know a great store, and we'll be able to pick up some stuff for the others while we're there, too!"
"Oh boy I can-not wait," Macaque said flatly, but not resisting so much when Mei grabbed his arm yet again to pull him along.
Mei's phone rang. It was Pigsy.
"Hey-hey, Mei, you there?"
"I can hear you loud and clear, Pigsy! What's up?"
"Me and Tang just finished grabbing groceries, and Sandy let me know him and Mk were gonna head to the food court for some lunch. We're gonna meet him there, are you guys close enough to done that you can as well?"
"What a surprise! We were about to head that way too!! We're not done yet, but if you guys are all done it'd be nice if right after we could all hit the clothing store so you can try things on!"
"Sounds like a plan. I haven't had new clothes in quite some time... sure'll be nice."
"And I'll pay for them, too!"
"Mei, sometimes you get on my nerves, but you are truly an absolute gem of a person. See you in a minute, then!"
"Bye-bye!"
They hung up, and with a little bit of bustling they found their way into the food court. Sandy was quizzing Mk on some of the herbal remedies he had taught him while eating those really crappy yet addicting tacos and Pigsy and Tang were chowing down on some burgers and fries.
"American food?" Mei asked Pigsy.
"Eh, I'm too much of a snob about Chinese food," He explained, "So I'd rather just eat something less cultured than choke down the nastiest rice bowl ever made."
"Besides, have you tried these fries?" Tang chimed in, handing Mei one, "They're delicious!"
"Ooh, yummy!" She wolfed it down, and found herself immediately craving some American food herself. She sped off to go order some while Monkey King and Macaque wandered over to a dumpling stall.
They met back at the tables Sandy had now shoved together, and Mk and Monkey King immediately started talking about what he had learned. Macaque just quietly ate his food, watching the others with a mildly confused look on his face.
"Wanna fry?" Mei tried, handing him one. He reluctantly took it, and nibbled on it a little before shoving the whole thing in his mouth. She pulled out a few more and stuck it on a napkin next to him, and he eagerly started munching on them.
"This is... these are actually quite good," Macaque commented, "I've always seen fries, but never eaten them. How do they make them?"
"Oh, they're made from potatoes! They slice them into little strips, sometimes they coat them in spices, and then they deep fry them and add plenty of salt! They're not healthy, but they're really good!"
"Honestly, that's how you appeal to just about any palette," Macaque mumbled, "Deep fry and add either sugar or salt. Works every time."
"Haha, yeah! But you don't want too much of either, because then it's just gross."
"Honestly, it's kinda hard for things to have too much salt for me. I like salt."
"As evidenced by your personality."
"...wow. Just wow."
Mei burst out laughing, then handed him a few more fries, "At least you're enjoying yourself a little while out here with us, right?"
"...yeah I guess."
A few moments passed, then Macaque spoke up again, "...I suppose I should thank you for buying me some new clothes, right? That's what the average polite person does... right?"
"Yes, that is what they do. Much smart, such intelligent."
"I'll pretend to have not noticed that. So... th...thanks."
"You are totally welcome! You can make it up to me by smiling sometime! No rush, but make sure I see it, okay?"
Macaque then genuinely smiled, now openly endeared to her.
"Okay."
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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years
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omg hi!! so first of all I'm in love with your writing and everything about it. I went thru all of the gapt snippets yesterday (again) and now I'm so incredibly needy and impatient, so I was hoping you could give all of us a bit of an estimate on how long we have to keep pining for it?🥺 (no pressure) but like a few months? please. (maybe a bit of pressure)
Hi! Hi hi hi! ✨
So, first off, never apologize — this is the best kind of “pressure” and the very best kind of message. I’m so, so glad you’re so excited for GAPT AU, even if I am, admittedly, the slowest writer everrr. (Sorry!) 😭😘
I wish I could give you a hard date, I really do, but looking at what I have right now, it’s nowhere near even a third done. (Occupational hazard of falling in love with your own characters, I guess. 😬) We are, unfortunately, in for a long one (and I’ve also told @twopoppies that I’m not allowed anything over 50k after this for a while). I do hope slow and steady works out, and that I can make significant progress over the holidays, but considering I’m only half-way through chapter one… well, let’s just hope the word gods are with me and I can get through this faster than I’m anticipating.
To make up for my astonishing lack of specificity, might I offer you a ✨new snippet ✨instead? 😁
“I mean,” he was saying, as he let go of Harry’s wrist, “contrary to the example set by the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, jewelry isn’t actually a beach wardrobe staple, H.” He chuckled easily, ambling back towards the dresser. “In fact, it’s quite practical for people not to wear valuables when they’re in and out of the water.” He smirked over his shoulder. “Especially after Kim K’s infamous tragedy in Bora-Bora.”
That startled a half laugh out of Harry. “Did you just…” he said, disbelief coloring his tone as he gave Louis the side-eye, “make a Kardashian reference?”
Louis waggled his eyebrows, smiling cheekily. “Maybe I did. Point is, I wouldn’t worry. I really doubt anyone is gonna question your lack of wedding band.”
‘Your.’
‘Your lack.’
“Uh,” Harry interrupted, tipping his head toward Louis questioningly. “I’m pretty sure you mean ‘our’. Our lack of wedding bands.” He hissed out the ‘s’ for emphasis.
“Mm,” Louis hummed contrarily through a grin, narrowing his eyes as he shook his head slightly. “No, I… I definitely mean ‘your’.” He held up his left hand, which was just as bereft of rings, wedding or otherwise, as Harry had said it was, and for a while, he just stared back at Louis, completely confused. Until, “Never did take mine off.”
As soon as he’d said it, the 2-8, inked on his ring and middle fingers respectively, seemed anything but subtle – impossible to miss, the black of them still bold against his skin, even thirty years weathered.
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remakethestars · 3 years
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CABIN 10 — APHRODITE
Headcanons.
❝I want to apologize to all the women I have called pretty before I’ve called them intelligent or brave. I am sorry I made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains. From now on, I will say things like, ‘You are resilient,’ or, ‘You are extraordinary.’ Not because I don’t think you’re pretty. But because you are so much more than that.❞ 
— Rupi Kaur
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Headcanon masterlist.
They’re the camp hairdressers. You need a trim? You want it cut? You want it died? You want to shave it all off? Hit ‘em up.
The type of people that will straight-up chop their hair if it doesn't match their outfit. Somehow, it always works out? I'm looking at Micarah Tewers.
They also run a secret ear piercing — or anything else you need to pierce — parlor.
Okay, but consider: children of Aphrodite that grow up to be models.
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They can charm speak the photographers into letting them pick their own poses & not make them do seductive ones if they’re not comfortable with them.
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Some create clothing lines that represent sustainable fashion & have big names but small carbon footprints.
Some are spies.
Think about it! They know how to switch subtle bits of their personality to fit in with everyone they come across, when & when not to use their charm.
The hide outfits under other outfits & can slip one off in public to reveal the other & lose a tail.
And they'd probably be great at disguise makeup. Add a prosthetic chin, contour their nose differently, pull off their wig, & they're a completely different person.
Plus, their combat training at C.H.B. makes them the perfect agent.
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The floor next to their bunk is scattered with fabric cuttings, pins, needles, their sewing machine, serger, & measuring tape.
The number of times someone's gotten a needle or pin in their foot's a tad concerning.
Will absolutely not wear a top with an overstitched collar. Fast fashion is so tacky! Understitch is the way to go, the staple of a quality garment.
Vintage is better. Not because it's in style (that's a plus, though), but because the seams are big enough for you to let out, & it's made to last.
Experts at thrifting. Not just 'cause it's trendy or whatever, but because they're excellent at upcycling & far too many perfectly good clothes go into the land fill each year.
Make stunning dresses out of Good Will table cloths & curtains.
Or stitch two items together into one better whole.
They iron their clothes; they're not animals.
Really good at getting stains out?
Totally in on the corset bustier top trend, but they're using spiral steel boning in place of zip-ties. Because, again, they want things to last & they're not tacky.
Pass each other tips. Like to tuck your top into your tights to avoid the bulge under your skirt.
Some found big-name, organic makeup companies that don't test on animals. They use packaging that can be recycled or that's biodegradable.
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Borrow their clothes, sure, whatever, but double-dip in their makeup & die. The bacteria will give them acne. (Or is it the oils? Either way, you'll perish.)
Happy to drop their skincare routine, though.
You need to cover up that tattoo you got from C7? They got you.
Flawless makeup on a budget. Expensive doesn't always mean better.
They're taking you to the pool for a first date? Take a seat, C10 knows just the stuff. They use what Disney Princesses use.
Can guess the right shade of foundation/lipstick for you on the first couple tries.
A lot of them invest in magnetic lashes because glue's a b¡tch.
Reusable makeup wipes.
Rick says C10 kids just sit around the lake & check their reflection, but consider: working out gets them their dream bod. So, yes, they do, in fact, train.
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They just do it with intricate braids/hair gel & stylish sportwear.
And if a potential partner finds it unattractive that they’re “too muscly,” they’re no longer a potential partner.
Weapons disguised as jewelry or chapstick/lipstick.
Thalia had a mace canister that turned into a spear, & I gotta say, I.D.K. how she planned to get that through security. Imagine, alternatively, a tube that appears to be full of bright red lipstick when the T.S.A. agent opens it, but actually turns into a spear when opened by a half-blood.
(I have a headcanon that Riptide would just be a pen in the hands of a mortal. Bounced around for years as random objects until Poseidon nabbed it & took it to Chiron — recall that pen you lost?)
A pink, velvet choker that turns into a kopis with a dove embossed in the handle.
Many choose to train in heels. Might as well wear in training what they’ll be wearing when attacked in the street.
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They’ve got no time for internalized misogyny. 
“C10′s weak ‘cause they like being pretty!” Good way to lose a kneecap, Annabeth. You’ve grown up in this camp, you knew Selina, & you should know better.
They confront Piper’s misogyny pretty early on after The Lost Hero, but Piper still takes some time to get over her bias toward pink.
Are we not gonna talk about Rick’s fashion choices for Piper throughout the series? “She looks so fashionable.” To whom, Rick? To whom?
You couldn’t’ve done a little internet surfing just to see what was in style? I never leave the house in anything but jeans, Converse, & a graphic t-shirt from Walmart, & even I know she’s dressed like a middle-schooler! Probably because that’s how I dressed in middle-school… That’s not the point.
The point is just because a character likes makeup or fashion or the color pink, doesn’t mean they can’t/won’t fight for their lives & the lives of their friends if/when the time comes. And it doesn’t mean that they’re stupid or judgmental.
I don’t know a lot about makeup. Hades, I don’t even wear makeup — you can’t rub your eyes or scratch your face; it would drive me crazy. I don’t know a lot about fashion either. I don’t understand it, but I can respect it.
❝‘Jesus,’ Sara says as Branley walks past us. ‘Too cold to show off cleavage, so instead she goes for jeans so tight I can see her thong.’ ‘She looks nice,’ I say, and she does. Branley always looks put together in a way that tells me she spends hours in front of a mirror before going outside. And while I don’t understand that, I can respect it.❞
— Alex Craft, Mindy McGinnis’s The Female of the Species
According to The Lost Hero, all children of Aphrodite intuitively speak French. Cool, cool, cool — but consider, all of them also intuitively speak the language of flowers. 
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They see a red rose, and they just know it symbolizes love & passion. They see an orange lily, to contrast, & they know it symbolizes hatred. 
There’s a copy of The Language of Flowers in their cabin, and it’s full of annotations, like, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so for Valentines Day! And, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so after their kiss on the Fourth of July; they obviously didn’t do their research! 
They work together with C4 (Demeter) to provide flowers for funerals & the like.
C10 bookshelves also contain a lot of romance novels. 
Beaten up copies of Pride & Prejudice & The Fault in Our Stars with faded highlighter over the beautiful lines & annotations in the margins.
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The outside walls are a dusty pink, & the wood’s stained a dark brown that goes surprisingly well with the pink.
Inside, the walls are covered in faded wallpaper.
The southwest wall has a bay window with extra storage in the seat. (There’s not a body in there; they swear.)
(That’s an Arsenic & Old Lace reference, for you youngsters.)
The curtains have one chiffon layer closer to the window & a thicker floral fabric for inside. The thick curtains are replaced based on the season & whether or not someone’s decided to make a romper out of them.
They have a real bell jar with a real rose in front of the window. Legend has it it’s from Aphrodite herself.
Said window is a stained glass image of a dove.
The chaise lounge was probably beautiful when it was brought it, but it’s got fingernail polish & makeup stains on it now. Honestly, someone should really have that thing cleaned.
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As you might have noticed, I placed a gif of swans at the top instead of a fancast for Aphrodite. This is because I think, as I believe most Percy Jackson fans do, multiple people should play her. I'd cast Arden Cho, Camila Mendes, Candice Patton, Diane Kruger, & Gal Gadot to start with.
Visit my Aphrodite cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.
DISCLAIMER ━━━ I know I got a tad political with this one, but I didn’t & don’t intend to offend anyone. ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.
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thewickedmerman · 3 years
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Winx Club - Enchantix
It's finally time for the FINAL transformation (Which is gonna STAY the final transformation)! The fan favorite, ENCHANTIX! I am making some changes both for aesthetic reasons and for character reasons. They will all have the Bloomix wings because those are the best wings out of all of the transformations. I will be doing them in order of who earns their Enchantix.
Layla
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Starting off with the BEST fairy! I didn't make too many changes, apart from the makeup, the color, the wings, and the skirt. I made the skirt a flowing high-low skirt that resembled a waterfall and a wave. I still included the straps but made both pink and kept the yellow seaweed looking things. But I also added a transparent pink thing to the skirt to make the front a little longer and to add some dimension to it. Layla has had the colors of her Enchantix outfit change from blue to green in the actual show, which I guess was because of how Bloom earned her Enchantix and they didn't want two of them to be in blue (Even though Layla's color always should've been blue and Bloom's really should've been red). However, I stuck with blue but also made is an aqua shade just like all of her past transformation looks. I also add some painted toenails because I wanted to. I changed her makeup because my girlfriend, who is half-black and is very protective of black females (Particularly full-blooded dark-skinned ones), pointed out that her makeup in her official Enchantix didn't look quite right because the lips were too light. So I used a slightly darker shade to fix that, as well as made her eyeshadow purple instead of green because it just looks better. Also, just wanted to point out the two little white things by her eyes because that is part of her original Enchantix form as well. They look like two little dewdrops. She still earns her Enchantix by using the last bit of sunlight to healing the queen of the mermaids instead of restoring her sight that was stolen by Valtor. Also, apparently the queen is supposed to be her aunt, which I'm guessing is more of an honorable love like family thing because of how the royal family of the merpeople are clearly not black and aren't even the same species as Layla. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Stella
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Stella's Enchantix went through A LOT of changes. Don't get me wrong, her original Enchantix was gorgeous but I didn't feel like it showed enough of her sun and moon powers. I also wanted to give her a more Greek inspired look and went with her prototype Enchantix hair, which is so gorgeous and suits her and the outfit so much. I still went with her hair being lighter just like with her official Enchantix because I feel it does show her moon powers. I just really love the way she turned out. She still earns her Enchantix by saving her father from a dragon.
Musa
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Musa's Enchantix went through A LOT of changes. Her original Enchantix was gorgeous but I felt that it should've ditched the pigtails and had more of an Asian influence to it. I went with her Bloomix hair because it is very Asian influenced, though I just added chopsticks, which was suggested by my girlfriend. I also tried to make her makeup look Asian inspired to just add to the look, which I really love. The blue of the outfit was almost gold but I changed it so that it would match the wings. The outfit is mainly purple, which I have as her signature color, but also made sure there was red because of how it is an important color in Asian culture. I made sure to add a music note on her top because of how she is the fairy of music and it goes with her wings. I really love her look and I'm pretty proud of how she turned out. Musa still earns her Enchantix by refusing to leave Princess Galatea behind and nearly dies protecting her. However, I also have Galatea be Musa's cousin because I'm keeping the 4KIDS canon of Musa being a princess, though one that is the daughter of a prince that denounced his throne. I feel like Musa being royal adds to the story of her parents because of how her mother rejected her classical training and her father rejected his royal title in order to have a career in music. However, they still didn't have much money and that added her mother dying because they couldn't afford the right medical attention. This resulted in her father giving up music forever and deciding to beg his family to let him back into the royal family, in order to keep Musa from struggling like he did and would have the means to have proper medical attention, so he wouldn't lose Musa either. He was let back into the royal family for the sake of Musa. However, her father would not be the one to inherit the throne, which would go to Galatea's father. So this means that Musa isn't just saving the princess of her planet that is a friend, but also saving a family member. I'm just assuming that Galatea is Asian with blonde hair (I mean, Musa has blue hair, so why not?) because her father is shown to look like a Chinese Emperor and the planet of Melody is very Asian influenced. Sorry for rambling.
Flora
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I really didn't do any changes to Flora's Enchantix, apart from the Bloomix wings because Flora's Enchantix is perfection. She still earns her Enchantix by saving her little sister, Miele (Yes, I prefer her actual name over her 4KIDS name, Rose).
Tecna
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For Tecna's Enchantix I really wanted it to be the most revealing of her fairy outfits (Well, tied with Sirenix) because of how I had her starting to show off more skin for her Believix form and it shows how she's grown and opened herself up to others and let herself be emotional instead of just logical all the time. Just because she isn't skinny it doesn't mean she has to alway be covered up. But I did adjust the length to make it more tasteful (Even though her original Enchantix wasn't distasteful). I also wanted to add some elements from her Bloomix form besides just the wings. I added the technology pattern she had on her leggings because they looked so amazing (But were a pain to do) and gave her that transparent fabric she has in that form. While Tecna's hair has grown in this transformation (Just like with all the girls), I didn't want to make it more than a few inches below the shoulders because her short hair makes her unique. I didn't add sparkles to the armor because I wanted to make clear the difference in material. Since I have her color being green, I did have to mess around with the coloring a bit and I love the way it looks. The way she earns her Enchantix is my favorite of all the girls because she saved not only her home planet, Zenith, but other planets by closing the portal to the Omega Dimension on Andros. That's just a whole new level of sacrifice. She doesn't die and does manage to escape, of course, but the impact of what she did is just a staple in the Winx Club and how much she means to the group and what an awesome character she is.
Bloom
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Bloom's Enchantix was one I was VERY excited to do because of the GORGEOUS hair and how I really wanted to make her dress look like fire. This has gone from one of my least favorite Enchantix forms to one of my favorites. Don't get me wrong, her original Enchantix form was gorgeous but really didn't feel like it suited her powers. I did combine this with her Bloomix form because for one, the hair is just GORGEOUS and I really wanted to include the scales from the form. I wanted to have the top also have some flow to it. I especially wanted that with the skirt. I wanted it to appear like actual flames with red, orange, and yellow. I also blended the colors as they transitioned. I added blue-looking flames because of how fire does have a hint of blue to it, which is the hottest color. I decided to make her gloves orange to go with her fire powers and made her jewelry gold to go with her fire powers, as well as purple gems to go with her wings. I gave her a dragon necklace because it looks really badass. I went with a fiery-looking eyeshadow with blue and orange, which was easier to do because of how her hair isn't orange here. As for how she earns her Enchantix, I am NOT having her earn it by that bull crap of it being sheer force of will, which I know that my amazing friend @bellatrixobsessed1 will appreciate VERY much. Also, just so you all know, I'm keeping her birth parents and the entire population of Sparx DEAD! Yes, it's tragic but it's also something that gives Bloom a huge layer of depth. Anyway, what I decided to have happen is that she is on Pyros doing all she was doing in the show and basically trying to cheat to get her Enchantix with the help of Maya. However, Valtor, wanting to destroy Bloom once and for all and knowing that Pyros would be where she was at and that he couldn't enter because of a barrier that kept out dark magic decided to get Bloom to come to him by going to Earth to put her adopted parents in danger. Bloom, deep in meditation learns that her parents are in danger because her sister, Daphne appears to her in a vision to warn her. Bloom in desperation to save her parents begs Maya to help her to Earth. Maya warns her that if she leaves now that she may never be able to earn her Enchantix and that without it, she could die while trying to leave Pryros. Bloom says she doesn't care because Valtor may have taken her birth parents from her but she was NOT going to let him take her adopted parents. Daphne and Maya, reluctantly, use their magic to help Bloom get to Earth through a portal. Traveling through the portal was physically painful for Bloom but she kept on going and refused to give up. She nearly dies but as she arrives to Earth, just as Valtor was about to kill Mike and Vanessa (Bloom's adopted parents), a weakened Bloom with what little strength she had left threw herself in front of them to save their lives. She was close to death but this selfless act saved her life because of how it was what had her earn her Enchantix. Why? Because Faragona said that in order to earn Enchantix, you have to save someone from your home world and make a big sacrifice in the process. Home doesn't mean a place you are born in but rather a place you're loved and have a life. Earth is her home world, so saving her adopted parents allowed her to earn her Enchantix. Bloom, now more powerful than ever was able to fight off Valtor, forcing him to flee. Did you guys like my version of how Bloom earned her Enchantix? Let me know.
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My final group picture of the Winx Club in their final forms. This was a lot of fun, a lot of work, and a lot of headaches. I couldn't have done it without the help of my girlfriend, @keeloves, who gave me suggestions and ideas, as well as feedback during the process. Thank you guys so much for liking my stuff, even if you didn't leave comments. I'm really happy to be done with this and I'm grateful for all the love this has been getting. Also, I have the girls flying instead of just standing like I did with their Magic Winx, casual looks, and Believix.
Credit for the bases goes to SelenaEde of DeviantArt
Credit for the wings goes to AstralBlu of DeviantArt
Credit for the backgrounds goes to xKaJot of YouTube & Keerene and SparxGuardian
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xlovely-daydreamsx · 4 years
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an angel on my shoulder and the devil in my heart (yandere!hawks x reader) ch2
Summary: Your first day at Hawks’s agency arrives and it’s nothing like you expected.
Warnings: Yandere, stalking, mentions of ns///fw, more warnings to be added
Note: thank you all so much for the support on the first chapter! i’m really glad you’ve all enjoyed this story so far, because it’s really fun for me to write! i’ll be updating again soon <3 hope you enjoy this one as well
P.S. For future reference, all chapters and post relating to this fic will be tagged with ASDH for easy finding
Find Chapter 1 here!
Find Chapter 3 Here!
The first thing you notice is how insanely tall Hawks' agency is. It must be at least 50 stories, you think, as you stroll up to the door. A tower this tall is fit for such an ambitious bird- it’s his own personal Tower of Babel.
The handle of the big, glass door is cold against your palm as you pull it open, giving way to the main hall of the building. It's... quiet. At least, a lot quieter than you had expected; it's not packed to the brim with heroes and office workers, hustling to get their tasks done for the day. Instead, there's a single woman behind a counter, typing away. The clicks of the keyboard echo off of the towering white walls around you, and you step quietly towards her, hoping your shoes wouldn't sound too loud against the marble floors. It feels as if you make one wrong move, those huge walls will come crashing down around you, burying you in a pile of pristine, spotless white debris.
The woman glances up from her computer as you approach, staring you down over the top of her glasses.
"Hi, I'm (L/N) (Y/N); I'm here for-" she interrupts before you can finish, pointing past you to a glass elevator.
"65th floor," she says. You nod, turning away from her, but she speaks up again. "And for future reference," she grimaces, "show up early next time. You'll be three minutes late by the time you get up." Rude, you think, but give her another nod.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." You reply awkwardly and take your leave towards the elevator.
Hawks eyes his watch impatiently as he waits, the minutes ticking by towards the time you were supposed to arrive. For someone seemingly concerned with their image, you were cutting it pretty close to your deadline.
He sighs, brushing a hand through his hair as he props himself up on his desk.
He can feel his heart racing in his chest, his fingers picking nervously at the side of the desk- ah, he finally realizes- he's nervous. When was the last time someone had made his chest flutter like this? Barely a conversation with you and he's already falling hard. Although, the nights he's spent watching you have certainly helped foster his infatuation .
He hadn't meant to make a habit out of it, honestly. A quick search in the hero database gave him your address, so by the time you were home from the sports festival, he was perched on the side of the apartment building next to yours, peering into what he believed to be your bedroom. Three floors up, right side of the building, he remembers, of course- he's been there every night for the past week.
He just wanted a quick peek, that's all- a glance at you outside of your hero persona to make sure he was making the right decision, but watching you was too addicting to quit.
From what he could see from his little perch, your bedroom is pretty plain. Cream colored walls plastered with posters for movies and bands he doesn't recognize, little knick-knacks sitting on your desk, and in the farthest corner, a peek of a stuffed rabbit on your bed. He can't help but picture you in bed, arms wrapped around your fuzzy friend. Adorable.
Really, it was innocent- no harm no foul; except for the fact that he didn't leave after you came home, and didn't close his eyes as you undressed.
Hawks shakes his head, patting his cheeks as he tries to pull himself out of the memory of your body in the yellow glow of your lights, arms stretching as you pull your shirt- no, he can't think about this right now; you'll be in his office any minute, and he doesn't want to get too excited and scare you off now, does he?
The elevator lets out a little ding as you reach your floor, the doors sliding open into a large room. Most of the walls are glass, you notice first, large panes reaching up towards a dome ceiling, showing nothing but the sky above you. It's stunning, more so than anything you've ever seen before, but you can hardly ignore the centerpiece of this room: Hawks. He's sat on a desk towards the back of the room, feet dangling and red wings spread wide, a grin on his face as he watches you try not to gawk. His arms stretch behind him as he pushes himself off and strolls towards you, white teeth practically glistening.
"Four minutes late," he clicks his tongue, letting out a tsk, "I expected more from my future sidekick." You know he's joking, but something in the way he looks at you makes you feel a bit of an obligation to apologize. Another part of you wants to rub it in his secretary’s face that she was wrong.
"We're jumping the gun a bit there, aren't we?" You say instead. You try to match his playful tone, but your nerves make your throat dry and you swear you hear a crack when you speak. If Hawks notices, he doesn't mention it. He waves his hand dismissively and gestures you towards the overstuffed chair in front of his desk.
"I just have high hopes for you," he winks, "sit down, please; if I'm being honest, you look a bit like a deer in the headlights." You sit stiffly in the chair. How exactly does he want you to respond to that?
"Well, I have to admit- I am a little nervous." You chuckle awkwardly. He takes his place on top of his desk once more, his looming presence not doing much to comfort you.
"Don't be," he dismisses the thought and reaches behind him, taking a little black box in his hands, "here's a little 'welcome to the agency' present from me; I'm sure you'll do great here, kid." Your eyes grow wide at the sight of it; when was the last time someone gave you a gift? You can hardly remember. Your excitement takes over any rational thinking that would tell you not to accept the gift,- you don't need it, after all- and you swiftly pull the lid off. Inside lays a necklace. A shimmering gold chain leads downwards towards a slim and simple gold circle. In awe, you stare quietly at the gift.
"Like a halo," Hawks chimes in after more than a few seconds of silence, "to go with your hero name. I know it's a bit cheesy," A grin spreads across your face.
"Good thing I'm not lactose intolerant," you chuckle at your own joke, but the realization sets in and you freeze. You just said that to the fucking number three hero. Your first day here and you’ve already horribly embarrassed yourself.
"I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. I-I'll be more professional from now on-" you ramble a bit, cheeks flushed red. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you tell yourself, regretting ever opening your mouth. You hear Hawks laugh, and god, he's laughing at you.
"(Y/N), calm down," he draws out your first name, a lazy smile on his face as he stares at your flushed cheeks, "it was cute. No need to apologize." Well, if your face wasn't red before, it certainly is now. Hawks just called you cute, you think. Really, that should've been a red flag, but you're caught up in the experience and you mechanically let out a thank you.
God, you're adorable, Hawks reminds himself as he watches you fidget in your seat. Your face is completely red at this point- only a bit of teasing and you're already a mess; would you flush like that if he put his hands on you? And exactly how far does that blush go down? He wants to bend you over his desk, has been thinking about it since the moment you stepped out of the elevator, but no- restraint is key for now. He'll make you want him just as much as he wants you, just you wait; you'll be begging him to fuck you by the end of the week. 
"Can I put it on you?" He asks innocently, like it isn't just a ploy to touch you. You hesitate, thinking of refusing, saying you can get it yourself, thank you, but Hawks tilts his head and all your resolve melts away- he's just trying to be nice. So you nod in agreement and he eagerly hops off the desk, taking his position behind you. The metal of the jewelry is cold against your skin as Hawks moves your hair to the side, and you suppress a shiver that you swear is from the cold.
The clip of the necklace clicks into place, but Hawks' hand lingers, shifting downwards.
"What are you-" you begin to ask, but you're stopped by a gentle tug at one of your feathers.
"Do your wings not retract?" He asks, genuinely curious. His hand glides across the sensitive expanse of your wing as you speak.
"Not like yours do, but they tuck in pretty tight." He hums in appreciation.
"How do you get your clothes on?" A bit of a weird question, you think, but nothing you haven't heard before.
"My wings are surprisingly flexible; they can fit through pretty much anything the size of the radius bone." He hums again.
"Can you stand up? I'd just like to get a better look at them," he says, "as long as that's okay with you."
"Of course!" You reply immediately and stand up, letting him lead you to a more spacious area. He threads his fingers into the feathers, spreading your wings out like he's appraising them. His fingers card through your secondary feathers; you wonder for a moment if he knows how pleasant his touch in your wings is, if his own feel the same when someone touches them, but with the way he's prodding at you, you figure he doesn't. 
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He whispers behind you. You swallow thickly around a newfound lump in your throat and hope you can hold back a whine as you respond.
"Not at all." You hear him sigh happily, continuing his ministrations.
"They're really soft; you must take good care of them."
"I preen them every night," you respond proudly. Your wings are your staple as a hero; without them, your Angel persona crumbles, so of course you're going to take care of them. Hawks' hot breath tickles your neck as he laughs.
"What a good bird, preening yourself," he jokes, "you can just say groom, you know." Your face is back to red as quick as it left, and you mutter out a little sorry. 
"Stop apologizing,” he whines, tugging at one of your feathers like he’s annoyed, “you're bumming me out," you pause, wondering if you should apologize again, but think better of it.
"Y'know,” he continues without any response from you, “it really pissed me off when that guy at the festival grabbed you like that.”
"I was hoping you had missed my epic defeat," you can hardly call that one a joke, but you let out a dry laugh.
"You deserved to win that one; it was a cheap shot," he runs his finger along the edge of your wing, his face a bit closer to your neck now, "I'm just glad he didn't mess up such a pretty thing," it's a ghost of a whisper against your ear, and you wonder for a moment if he's really talking about your wings.
His fingers are wrapped in your feathers one moment and gone the next as he steps behind you, clapping his hands together casually, like nothing had just happened.
"Well, I suggest we stop wasting time and jump right into training. What'd'ya say?" You turn to face him, a tint of red still on your cheeks and you nod, electing to forget the uncomfortably intimate moment you just shared with your mentor.
"Yeah," you breathe, preparing yourself for the rest of what you’re assuming will be a long day, “let’s do it.”
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for the ask game: 23, 24, and 25!!
23. do you wear jewelry?
- i try to but it never really sticks!! I'll have certain bracelets that I wear for like 8 months at a time and then start to take off lmao. I want to! But like i even have my ears pierced and i don't wear anything in them except for when i remember to lol
I have a nose ring and a tragus piercing that stay in at all times so I'm taking that as a win.
24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?
- i still pretty solidly use American i guess? I've def started picking up British slang kind of?? Mostly i say lads and blokes (or lads and/or blokes) a lot more now bc of listening to RQ stuff i guess? But i am still just Very American lmao
25. would you say you have good taste in music?
- yes absolutely everyone else is wrong xoxo.
(in a serious answer i don't really get embarrassed in stuff like that bc it is very much the lowest of bars to be happy and like idk i like music of all kinda a lot i of course have my Two Staples™️ of Paramore and Taylor Swift that i pretty much just have on repeat no matter what so IDK i never got the superiority complex over music of all things/getting embarrassed over music you used to listen to.)
Anyways no clue if that made sense i just have a very emotional attachment to my music and i am so normal about it but thank you for asking friendo !!!!
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