#i tried out a different coloring style for this one. hope y'all enjoy it !!!

[chase2452]

drawn for #zkweek2021 - day 5: "Mend". my fave niche fanfic trope is zuko doing extra chores when he joins the group.

katara has been the gaang's designated Caretaker™ for 3 seasons. and now all of a sudden this jerk shows up and he washes the dishes without being asked?? she's relieved but also Suspicious because /obviously/ he has an ulterior motive, right?

(basically... in that nebulous period of time between "The Western Air Temple" and "The Southern Raiders" katara really, Really wants to hate zuko, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.)

[anothertimdrakestan]

Dying In The YJ Boy's Arms

i got so many requests for this after the first one which you can find it here (also i reread it and it's pretty scuffed so i'm shocked y'all love it so much) anywho, enjoy!

also tw // blood and gore and death (duh)

bart allen:

- "bart, bart, breathe." you dug your elbow into your wound trying to breathe through the searing pain. bart stood in front of you, hyperventilating at your current state

- "i-i-i wasn't fast enough, i should've been faster theres gotta be something oh my god, a hospital! lets get you to a hospital you're gonna be fine it's okay!" he reached to pick you up bridal style like all those other times he'd carried you around the world, but for the first time you pushed him away with a wince

- "bart you know this is no good, it's too late for me but that's alright. i'm okay." you suppressed a shudder, your nerves crying and screaming at ever movement.

- "no! there has to be something! cmon, we can just-" you cut him off, "Bartholomew Henry Allen you will not drag me anywhere, i will not let you waste your last new minutes with me."

- you watched him go through about 200 different thoughts in a matter of seconds but that was pretty average for him

- in a zip he was seated next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while his arm draped around your shoulder

- "does it hurt?" he whispered, linking your free hand in his. as he rubbed light circles on your hand you found a smile through the pain, "just a tad, it'll go away soon i'm sure."

- you didn't exactly know what to expect, but as death wraps its cold fingers around you there was your speedster to keep you warm

- "i'll find you again you know, multiverse, gates of hell, white picket fence of heaven i'll be there." bart said, determination wiping away the grief.

- "just don't forget my okay? know that i'll be with you even in spirit." you tried to cool his flame, knowing him he'd be running himself out in just a couple hours

- he gave you a nod, pulling your lips to his with a heartfelt goodbye

- as the pain increased tears prickled from your eyes, trying to stay strong in the last moment you had

- "i can make it painless you know, vibrate your molecules so fast it doesn't register" bart whispered, cradling you in his arms as you let out a wimper and a nod

- with a promise of your rescue, bart let out a sob, knowing that he had to let you go, that you were in an debilitating amount of pain, but his selfish side wanted to relish in every ounce of life you had

- ultimately he let you go, clutching to the last moments of your warmth until you were truly gone

- he wouldn't be okay. hair grown out, eyes dull, speed practically useless, a mental block would appear- why does he need to be fast if he wasn't fast enough to save the one thing he cared about? it would take month, multiple failed rescue missions that almost cost him his own life before he'd get the help he needed, and who knows maybe one day he'd find the key to brining yoy to his side once again, god knows he'd never truly let you go.

wally west:

- wally is the speedster that is known for outrunning it all, so i doubt he'd ever let you die unless it was long and impending

- for an enevitable death wally would show you the world, you'd be ran from the top of the eiffel tower to the smooth sandy beaches of hawaii and every place inbetween

- you'd take pictures of everything, hundreds of candid photos of you kissing wall on the cheek or laughing at some funny face he's making

- on Tim's credit card the two of you would eat the best food around the world, staying up way too late in hotels with suites fit for a king (thanks Wayne Ent)

- as much as Wally loved to speed around, there would be night when you had to slow him down, reminding him what was really happening and that he couldn't run away from this one

- after a whirlwind of a few months you'd end up in a hospital bed, Wally would be glued to your side, bringing you the finest of cuisines and the best of jokes trying to make you ~situation~ more manageable

- there was one day when you woke up and you knew, Wally felt it too- he met your eyes that morning and saw the last grasp of life fighting for release

- you spent the last few hours curled into his chest, it started with him trying to come up with insane ways to bring you back to life, but it ended with him crying in your shoulder as he realized it was the end

- just minutes before you let go you gave him a box of all the printed pictures, "something to remember me by" you gave him a soft smile but soon his lips crashed against yours

- "there's not a chance in hell i forget you, not a chance. but thank you, i just wish we had a little more time."

- once you're gone i think Wally would have a newfound perspective on time, forever the speedster who lost the one thing he loved- from a reason he couldn't outrun or fight or solve. his only reason for continuing on is knowing that when he does meet you years and years into the future you'll greet him with open arms and be proud of all he had accomplished

gar logan:

- when you jumped in front of gar to save him you didn't really think about the aftermath, you'd assumed it would be a one-and-done situation: you get shot and die he lives on and is an amazing hero

- it was so much more heart wrenching than that

- the guttural roar that escaped his chest when you took the grim reapers grasp in his place ripped through the earth's core itself

- almost instantly whatever foe he faced would be dead, and he'd rush to pull you into his arms for your last few moments

- his visions would be cloudy with tears as he wiped the blood from you lips

- "don't cry gar, you've got so much to do" you'd whisper, nestling further into his embrace. there's a point before it all ends where it doesn't hurt anymore, what a brilliant decision by the creator of human kind - you felt on top of the world and simultaneously so weak

- "i don't want to do it without you" he whined, watching the color drain from you face

- "you're gonna do such big things my love, i had to get you the chance to thrive, now it's starting to hurt again so hold me close and tell me you love me while i go alright?" gar was never great at knowing what to do, his entire body was basically shutting down in shock but he held you nonetheless, gently swaying back and forth; periodically he wiped the tears trickling from the corner of your eyes

- "see you soon gar, i'll be your guardian angle now i suppose" you smiled into the darkness fading into the warmth of his embrace

- only once you were gone did he let it out, screeching, crying, begging, just letting the universe have all the anger pent up inside of him. he left with more than a promise, an oath to do the guardian angel on his shoulder proud. i like to think he'd frequently shift to your favorite animal of his almost to imagine the smile that used to light up on your face

~

hope u liked it! comments mean the world to me n i check the reblogs haha <3

[kimnjss]

round two | jhs

⤑  series: groupie love

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!hoseok x youtuber!reader, idol au.

⤑ rating: explicit.

⤑ word count: 4.4K

⤑ warnings: cursing, hickeys, (slight) oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it up, loves!).

⤑ A/N: wow, this is sooo late and i literally have no excuse bc i’ve been at home all day - i was just too lazy to pick up my laptop. LMAO. buuut! i really, really hope you guys like this part! 

Your conversation with Jimin is cut short, his words rushed as he tells you Yoongi is trying to FaceTime. He's hanging up before you have a second to wonder when the two of them had gotten close enough to be FaceTiming... and why there was so much excitement in his tone. 

 Before he was rushing you off the phone, you two had been talking about the dos and don'ts for you to follow tonight. Do: be flirty and offer a few laughs at his jokes here and there. Don't: decide everything falling from his lips was hilarious and deserved a reaction. Mentally, you took notes as Jimin listed off the simple rules for you to use as guidelines.

 You had been seconds from asking him to help you pick out what you were going to wear tonight, but he was off the line too quickly. Either way, you were going to at least try to be yourself tonight. It was no secret to you that Hoseok was mainly interested in the persona that you put on, you were determined to get him to like the real you just as much.

 Which meant the new clothes that you had bought when the two of you first started talking were pretty much a waste. Not comfortable in any of those outfits and they really didn't match your personality.

 Just because you had decided to be yourself, didn't mean that finding out which outfit highlighted your best self would be easy. It was hours before you were nodding at yourself in the mirror, satisfied. Your favorite white lace tank top neatly tucked into the waistband of a comfy pleated skirt. Casual, but still cute. This was your style. Hair done in loose curls, makeup kept natural... this was you.

 Your phone is dinging with a message from Hoseok, just as you're slipping your arms into a knit cardigan. He's outside, ready and waiting for you and the calm that you had been feeling earlier had been washed away. A nervous patter in your chest as you typed back your response, tucking your phone into your purse and making your way down the stairs.

 Hoseok is sat behind the wheel, dark sunglasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose and hair falling in messy curls onto his forehead. He grins when he sees you, leaning over the threshold to push the door open for you. You're sliding in beside him, instantly being intoxicated by his sweet scent that fills the car.

 “You look pretty,” He's complimenting as soon as you're settled, eyes dragging over your attire before he's smiling, nodding to himself and turning his attention to the road ahead of him.

 You smile your thanks, watching as he shoves the car into gear and pulling away from your house. 

 “Where we going?” Curiosity getting the better of you after you've been moving for a little bit, no destination in sight. He had his latest mixtape playing through the speakers, loudly, and you couldn't help but find it interesting he actually listened to his own music like that.

 “Studio,” He replies simply and you want to ask what kind of date could be had at the studio. But you don't, just nod your head and allowing your body to sink into the leather of his seats. 

 “So what's up with the new get up?” Hoseok is tilting his head in your direction and despite already knowing what you're wearing, you're looking down at your attire and scanning it over. “I mean, you look good. Just different from the first time I saw you,” He's quick to buffer when you're not answering him right away.

 Hands reaching for the hem of your dress, fingers toying with the edge as you shrug your shoulder. “This is more my style,” You reply simply, shocked at the smile that breaks onto his features. He's nodding his head, body bobbing with the action while he faces the road again.

 “I like it. Looks good on you,” 

 The compliment has butterflies rising in your stomach. The smile on your lips growing and the worry that you had of him not being interested in you anymore slowly washing away. It felt good to receive compliments for looking like yourself. Surprised that he had even noticed the change to begin with, to anyone else it would look like you had just decided to add some color into your clothes.

 It was as if he knew that what you had first presented to him, wasn't you.

Hoseok's studio building was much larger than you would've imagined. Looked like a tall industrial tower rather than a rapper's recording studio. Seemingly made of glass with the large windows that surround it. A thick laugh falls for his lips, noticing your awe at the sight. “It's not as dramatic on the inside,” He's reaching for his door, pulling it open and walking to the front of the car.

 With his hands tucked in his pockets, he waits. It takes you a moment to realize that he's waiting for you... and not coming around to do the gentlemen like thing and open the door for you. You step out behind him, his arm easily finding your waist as he pulls you close.

 “We won't be here for long, just gotta meet with the guys for a bit.” With a gentle tug he's leading you inside of the building.

 The two of you walk past the security check-in, not even having to go through the whole rundown you notice others are. Perks of being one of the biggest artists on this label. He's greeted with each step he takes, not a single person batting an eye at the fact that you're hanging off his arm. He must bring girls here a lot then, right?

 One short elevator ride later, you're turning the corner and facing a large door. 'GL' written in thick black lettering, spelled out underneath much smaller is 'genius lab'. So that's what they called it? He's pushing the door open immediately, expecting you to follow as he steps inside.

 The 'guys' he had referred to earlier were the same men you met at his show the other night. Scattered around the room, doing their own thing and not even flinching at the fact that someone new had entered their sanctuary.

 Joon stood in the both, determination wrinkling his brow as he tried out rhymes over the beat that Jungkook was playing for the controls across the room. Yoongi lounged on the couch, iPad in hand – fingers flicking frantically against the screen as he half-listened to the way Joon's voice voice caressed the beat.

 “You're late. Did you ask her?” Joon's voice echos around the room in place to the mumble rap he had been spewing just seconds before.

 Her? You take a second to peak around you, checking to see... you were the only 'her' here. They couldn't be referring to you, right? Ask you what? “Not yet,” Hoseok is replying with a roll of his eyes, shrugging off the colorful jacket he had been wearing.

 “Yoongi wants you to do adlibs,”

 Your brows furrow instantly, confusion riddling your features. “I don't sing,” Never once thought of it, your vocal cords just didn't work that way. What in the world made them think that it would be a good idea to have your voice mixed in with their track? That was just crazy talk.

 “First of all, it was your idea.” Yoongi's bored drawl fills the room, he's standing with a roll of his eyes and you can't help but notice the hickeys coating the side of his neck. When Jimin wanted to mark his territory... “And you wouldn't be singing, just like talking? Hobi here says you have a pretty voice, so why not?”

 Despite the way your eyes widen, your cheeks darken at the fact that Hoseok thought your voice was pretty. Was it bad that knowing that alone was able to turn you to mush standing where you were.

 “You think I have a pretty voice?” You're turning to face where Hoseok had sat, the smile not being able to be wiped from your lips. He's shrugging his shoulders, avoiding looking at you – focusing on what Jungkook's doing. “I watched some of your videos... it sounds nice and your laugh...” He's trailing off, acting as if he had become really interested in Jungkook's fingers when in reality he was hiding his blush.

 “Okay,” You're turning to Yoongi, smiling up at him. If this was Hoseok's idea of a date then you were down. Who knows, it could be fun being featured on one of their tracks... people listening and hearing your voice and wondering.

 “Alright, cool. You can go in once they're done. Say whatever you want, really. Moans aren't required but, hey... get into it.” Moans!? Were you going to... Yoongi is reaching for his iPad, tucking it under his shoulder and turning his attention to the remaining guys. “Now I need to go replace some Chanel earrings, y'all good until I get back?” You're nodding even though the question is not meant for you.

 The boys call back their answers as Yoongi makes his way out of the door. Sinking onto the couch, you watch Hoseok as he works. Admiring the way he looks, totally in his element as he gives direction and listens.

 You don't miss the way he steals glances in your direction, trying his hardest to cover it up. Gaze flickering away from you the moment that you catch him, but he's peaking back just seconds later not able to hide the smile on his face.

 Ignoring the butterflies that arise each time your eyes connect, you try your hardest not to let it go to your head. Like Jimin said. Completely uninvolved, your feelings should be. That's how it worked with guys like him. Yet, you couldn't shake the fact that he didn't act like guys like him... at all.

 It had been fun. Watching them work, the way they bounced ideas off of each other. How comfortable they were in the environment they created for themselves. A little while of you just watching passed before Hoseok was worrying that you might be bored, so lost in his work that he seemed to forget he was supposed to be entertaining you. It didn't matter, though, you were enjoying just watching him.

 He was ushering you over with a wide smile, arm slipping around your waist in the way you were starting to get use to. Without plan, you were leaning into his side, looking up at him with bright eyes as he spoke. 

 “What do you think of this beat?” A much slower pace from the songs that they usually released. Namjoon's voice leaked through, as a guide of the temp of the song and just as his verse was ending the beat was dropping. The slow sound speeding up, but still holding that powerful feeling. Hoseok's voice was heard next, his fast stylistic rap bleeding through.

 The song remained upbeat from that point on, lines being shared between the two of them. “This is really good!” You're exclaiming once the music was cutting off. Jungkook is leaning back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face.

 “I told you. It works better this way,” He was standing now, cocky that he had won the little argument that you had ignored earlier. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he's making his way to the door. “You guys can play with the rest,”

 “Don't even get like that, because-!” Namjoon is chasing behind him, the slam of the door cutting his sentence short. Left alone with Hoseok, you can feel the atmosphere of the room shifting. His eyes are on you as he's sinking into the seat that Jungkook had just been in, teeth nibbling on his lower lip.

 “You want to try?” Despite his casual question, there's a fire in his eye. A look that hadn't been there before, you don't think. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding you close in front of him. Face level with your belly and getting in the doing an adlib is the last thing on your mind right now.

 The tips of his fingers trace over the curve of your back, sending chills down your spine. Heat cruising through your veins and forcing a stutter in your chest. Space. Some space would keep you from jumping him right now, you're sure.

 Taking a step back, you're nodding your head. “Yeah, it seems fun.” You're smiling and he's gesturing with his hand for the open doors of the glass room. You step in, securing the headphones onto your ears while watching him mess with the buttons on the panel. Suddenly, the song that you had just listened to was playing in one ear.

 “Just say whatever, when you think it'll sound good,” His voice is heard overhead and you're nodding. “Okay,” You can hear yourself in the ear that is not playing the music, the sound pushing a grin onto your lips. This was so cool.

 Hoseok watches you the entire time you're babbling, random phrases, and sayings falling from your lips. There's a sweet smile on his face, his eyes never leaving you even when the song has played out. “Do a laugh,” He's clicking on the talk button, his voice filling both of your ears. The sound so deep and husky, it has a pang of arousal rushing between your legs.

 He restarts the song and you wait, letting out a laugh where it sounded good. A soft smile pushes onto his lips at the sound and your heart warms. So content with the sound of your laugh, it seemed. You did it again, a quiet giggle this time. 

 There was no way you were going to get over how handsome he looked in this moment. Comfortably dressed, but fresh... clean. Plush lip trapped between his teeth, long fingers toying with the nobs and buttons and you can't stop yourself from thinking how good it would feel to have his hands on you again.

 The first time (and only time) you two were together, it had been a bit fast. Not much foreplay involved, not enough time to really get to know each other's bodies. Everything with him seemed fast to match his fast pace life. He didn't have time for formalities, he made that part pretty obvious. 

 But tonight, right now, it felt different. Just from the way he was looking at you, how he had been talking to you. The fact that he brought you along to work with him, when he clearly could've pushed hanging out to a later date. He wanted to see you, couldn't wait until he could; so having you in the studio with him was a great compromise.

 And it was funny, even without the proper chance to get to know each other, the knowledge of the stress that would come along with getting involved with him; you still liked him. Still craved him. Always wanting more. Couldn't get the thought of being together with him like that again out of your mind.

 Would it be different? Or the same? Better, most likely. You two had some time to get to know each other, become comfortable around each other. Who's telling what the two of you could get into the second time around.

 Feeling bold and growing bored with trying different laughs and mumbling phrases, you let out a moan. A tiny one at first, that he hardly even notice. Too concentrated on perfecting the audio levels. So you do it again, louder and more drawn out.

 Hoseok's head is whipping up, eyes wide as he stares at you. A smirk on your lips, you keep your eyes on his as you do it again. Eyes closing slightly and head rolling back. “What the...” It's like he had been frozen in place, wide eyes never leaving you. And to make matters worse, you decide to let a giggle fall from your lips at the sight of him.

 “How's that sound?” Your question has him falling back to reality, blinking a few times as he shakes his head. You watch the way a smirk lifts the corners of his lips, his hand lifting to push his messy hair back.

 “Ehh, sounds a bit forced. If you're gonna make those sounds, they need to sound natural.” His backs straightening, as if he's getting ready to stand up. Oh, how you wish he'd come in here and help you make these moans sound natural.

 Your eyes never leave his, not even for a second. “I'm not sure I know what you mean,” Head tilting and eyelashes batting the in the cute habit you picked up through the years. “Think you can help me?”

 He's standing before the words can leave your lips, long strides taken into the booth. Not daring to move a muscle as he moves to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around your stomach while he pulls your back against his chest. “It all depends how you want it to sound,” He's mumbling, freehand lifting to push your hair to one side.

 “Breathy?” His lips find the skin of your neck, leaving open mouth kisses along the length and pulling a breathy moan from your lips. It echos in your ears and your vaguely aware that all of this is being recorded. You can't bring yourself to care, though. Just a passing thought, your full focus on Hoseok.

 His tongue drags over your skin until he's able to catch your earlobe between his teeth. The palm of his hand is grasping at the fabric of your loose shirt, tugging at it until its being released from the waist of your skirt. “Surprised,” His hand is quick with the way it travels underneath your shirt, finding your bare breasts.

 He squeezes, a short yelped falling from your lips; not expecting him to do that. You can feel his grin against your skin, his little lesson long forgotten now that he had your tit in his hand. His fingers toy with your hardened nipple while he sucks hickeys into your neck. Head drawn back and resting against his shoulder, quiet moans falling from your lips and filling both of your ears.

 “I had a whole dinner planned,” He's speaking, pulling back from you just slightly. His hand still moves underneath your shirt and you're barely registering what he had said. “But... fuck, I just want to take you home. Can we skip it?” You're turning in his arm, catching the last bit of his sentence. Arms wrapping around his neck, chest pressed against his. “Let's skip it,” A breathy sigh falls from your lips, he's leaning in to cover your lips with his.

 The kiss so sweet, soft and there's a tinkle in your chest from the feeling of his lips on yours. He's pulling back slowly, but shaking his head before leaning in for another kiss. And then another. And another. Soon enough you're breaking into a fit of giggles, his smile felt against your lips.

 He pulls back enough to see your face, pretty eyes searching yours. Hoseok lifts his hands, cradling your cheeks in his palms. Thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he smiles. “I think you could drive me crazy,” He's saying, not quite understanding the weight of his words. The questions instantly floating in your mind the second you register what he's just said.

 Not tonight. You'll over analyze later. Instead, you're leaning up on your toes, catching his lips one last time before mumbling out: “Take me home,” 

 When you had said 'home' not for a second did you think Hoseok would be driving the long distance back to your apartment. Parking his expensive car in your shared lot as if it was a normal place for it. Not enough time to mull over it because he's quick with helping you out of the car, allowing you to lead the way to your complex.

 Needy lips and desperate hands clash the second you two are closed within your four walls. Stumbled steps taken to your bedroom, bodies falling onto the mattress as his lips trail hungry kisses down the side of your neck. Strong hands on your hips, pushing your body up further on the bed as his kiss travels lower.

 It's a moment before you're realizing what he's doing, fists dragging your skirt down your legs. He groans at the sight of your simple panties, dark eyes lifting to find your face. “You're so fucking cute,” You can only imagine how you look right now, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. Mouth agape as you wait on heavy breaths on his next move. 

 His long tongue drags along your slit through the material, your back instantly arching at the contact. The moan that falls from your lips as his cock twitching in his jeans and he dives in, covering your mound with his mouth in hopes to hear those sounds again.

 Not long until your panties are soaked and sticky against your heat, nearly breathless and mind effectively turned to mush. He's looking at you again, watching your face as he peels your wet panties out of the way. The hem of your shirt is found by your hands, quickly being lifted and discarded.

 Hoseok's eye go wide slightly, train of thought lost as he lifts his body from between your legs. His lips wrap around your newly exposed nipples, lapping at the hardened skin. “Fuck,” You pant, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

 The tips of his fingers find your clit between your legs, rubbing figure eights into it's sensitivity while his mouth works against your once neglected bud. A string of curses, nonsense sentences slip past your lips as you feel your body warming.

 So fast. Just like everything else with him. No thinking required. The built is easily felt throughout your whole body, his fingers moving faster and his teeth beginning to nibble. You don't notice the way he's fumbling with his other hand, too focused on reaching your end.

 It's not until you feel that snap, your orgasm washing over you at the same time his cock pushing his way past your tightened folds do you figure what all the fumbling was about. “Oh, fuck!” You shout, legs lifting to wrap around his waist and pull him closer – ignoring the sensitive sting between your legs.

 “So... fucking, tight.” Hoseok gasps out, head now buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto your hips.

 There was just something about being with you like this... being with you at all, that had an unfamiliar swell rising in Hoseok's chest. It was safe to say that he liked you, way more than he liked to admit. 

 Enjoyed your company, thought you were pretty in the most delicate way, and felt this insistent need to protect you. Be there for you. Hold you close when you needed him. Wanted to be needed by you.

 It was something that he noticed when he first saw how nervous you were when you had met him. Something that he tried to ignore, keeping the mindset that he could just sleep you and that would be it. Boy, was he wrong. That just made everything worse. There was no way he could get you out of his mind now, after. He needed more of you. Craved it like a crackhead looking for their next fix.

 And you were so adorably transparent he didn't even need to wonder if you were feeling the same. Realized that you had changed your look in a way to impress him, get his attention... when in reality you would've had it no matter what to begin with.

 It was true, you caught his attention because of that whole thing... but there was something deeper than that. Something more to you that he couldn't really place at first. So no, he didn't start liking the persona that you tried so hard to keep up with, as if you didn't have tons of videos up of you actually being yourself, he liked you for that girl. The one with the pretty smile and the bright eyes.

 That's the girl that he could see himself being with. There were already too many fakes in the world, he liked you a whole lot better.

 The only problem was, he had no idea how to put that into words. Had a knot in his chest every time the thought came to mind. So he hoped this would be enough. Taking you back to his place, inviting you to his job, sleeping with you twice... this time in your room something that he usually never did. He hoped you'd pick up on the differences, be able to see that he was only like this when it came to you.

 Only softened to the feeling of your nails running over his scalp, only truly lost it when it was you wrapped around him like this. Squeezing him so tight as you reached your second peak of the night, wanton moans falling from your lips, cries of his name. He really only liked the way it sounded on your tongue.

 “Shit,” Hoseok's grunting out from the tightness of your fingers in his hair, the muscles in his legs and back tightening as he pushes into you fully. Body ridged as his arousal leaves his body in thick spurts.

 The warmth coats your walls, body falling limp against your sheets. He pulls out short after, his seed instantly rolling down the side of your leg. A sheen layer of sweat on your body makes you sticky, but he doesn't care. Rolling onto his back, he's reaching for you to hold you close.

 You're too tired, too spent to protest, complain about how you stink and should probably wash up before cuddling. Not like he'd be willing to let you go anyway, not with how at peace he felt just by holding you close.

 Head laid on his chest, you listen to his slow breathing an arm wrapped around his torso as the two of you laid in silence. What you would give to peek into his mind, find out what had him so quiet.

 Little did you know, his life was flashing before his eyes. The Hoseok he had once been, the dick who treated girls as nothing more than a whole slowly passing. This new refined Hoseok, ready to cherish you, respect you in ways he wasn't even sure of was blossoming.

 He was ready. Not for a second would he make you feel the way he knew he made the other girls feel. All he hoped was that you'd be willing to accept him. Losing you all at once becoming the scariest thing to him.

– he’s ½ of the famous rap duo, the 94′s. when stumbling upon a pretty youtuber, he’s quick to decide he wants to have her. but one night with her just doesn’t seem like enough.

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[caswellprmanager]

the caswell wears prada

read it on ao3!

Summary: EJ's style is simple and functional but Ricky discovers he's capable of more than just letterman jackets and white sneakers. (Part 4 of my trans!ej and genderqueer!ricky AU.)

Author's Notes: I have this little headcanon that EJ used to model baby clothes when he was a baby. Then only went back to modelling once he transitioned to the point he was comfortable enough. Also not me giving Ashlyn's parents a purpose except for just leaving the house empty enough for Ashlyn to throw parties. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Implied Sexual Content at the very end but since it's not explicit, I'll just let y'all use your imaginations.

Ricky has almost exclusively seen EJ in basic white boy clothes. It's usually just a nice fitting t-shirt, some branded jacket, jeans, and branded sneakers. It's not exactly avant-garde but Ricky can appreciate the fact that EJ has found a distinct style that's both understated yet elevates his already good looks.

But from what Ricky has learned in the few months that they've been dating EJ is that just because he dresses like that, it doesn't mean EJ does not have an eye for fashion.

Ricky learned this one day when the two of them were hanging out with Gina and Ashlyn at Ashlyn's house.

Ashlyn's mom was the Editor-In-Chief of an editorial fashion magazine that focuses on highlighting brands that promote sustainable fashion. She also runs a design company herself. Every other minute, she'd be going in and out of her design studio with a phone against her ear and a different meter of fabric in her hands. Her job is also the reason why Ashlyn's parents aren't usually home. Ashlyn's mom would be invited to different fashion events or she'd meet with a client about a new start-up. Ashlyn's dad accompanies her so that she wouldn't overwork herself.

None of that is new to Ricky. What is new, however, is EJ's involvement in her work.

"Ashlyn!" Mrs. Caswell rushes in, a hundred different scarves wrapped around her neck. Ricky wonders if she can breathe beneath all that cashmere and silk. "Darling, I need your help."

"What is it, mom?" Ashlyn asks, pausing the movie the four of them were watching.

Instead of responding, Mrs. Caswell just runs back to her home studio with a hurried click of her heels. Ashlyn looks at the rest of the group with a shrug, moving to stand up until her mom comes rushing back in – this time with a little purple hat perched on her strawberry blond locks.

"EJ, sweetheart! You come too. I need your opinion on a few things." Before any of them could say anything, she's disappeared back into her studio in a flurry of scarves and sequins.

EJ doesn't even bat an eye and moves to follow his cousin out of the living room. Ricky grabs his hand before he could leave, asking him what Ashlyn's mom wants his opinion on. EJ isn't exactly Paris Fashion Week, if Ricky was gonna be honest.

EJ just smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ricky's lips before saying, "I'll tell you when we get back."

With that statement, Ricky and Gina are left alone, both feeling more confused than before.

"Does that happen often?" Ricky asks Gina, who is picking through the popcorn bowl.

"Ashlyn's mom being weird?" Gina tosses a popcorn kernel up into the air before catching it into her mouth flawlessly. "I've seen Ashlyn help her a few times. But I haven't seen her call EJ into that room before."

"Yeah..." Ricky picks at a loose thread on their jeans. "Didn't really peg EJ as the fashionable type."

Gina pauses in her pursuit of the perfect popcorn kernel and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Ricky. "Hold up... EJ never told you?"

"Told me... what?" Ricky started to panic a little bit. They never liked hearing ominous phrases like that from other people. It fuels their already present anxiety about dating someone who is way out of their league like EJ – someone who could leave Ricky at any time if they realize that Ricky will never be good enough for them.

Gina seems to realize this quickly enough and she tries to diffuse the situation before it gets worse. "Oh! No no no, Ricky, it isn't bad!"

"Then what is it?" Instead of answering, Gina just looks over shoulder at the direction of where the Caswell Cousins went to. After a few seconds of making sure the coast is clear, she tilts her head and motions for Ricky to follow her.

Gina leads Ricky to the spare guest room that EJ occupies sometimes when he doesn't want to sleep at home. In fact, sometimes this room is literally just called EJ's extra room because he's here so frequently. Ricky's napped here a couple of times so it isn't a new place. But he's usually too tired to explore it due to some recent emotional problem or another.

By the far wall is a dresser that Ricky hasn't ever thought to look through. Gina beckons him to come closer as she opens the bottom drawer.

"Ashlyn showed me this when I first moved in. We had to call EJ immediately after because I just had... so many questions." After a few seconds of rummaging, Gina brings out a small stack of magazines triumphantly.

Ricky recognizes the magazines immediately as the same ones Ashlyn's mom is the Editor-In-Chief for.

"Are those...?" Ricky asks and Gina nods excitedly, motioning for him to sit down next to her. The two of them peer through the old issues together, pointing at things they think would look nice on them.

Before they turn to the middle spread, Gina turns to them with a serious look in her eye. "Ricky, I need you to brace yourself."

Ricky tilts their head in confusion. "For what?"

"Just," And Gina can't even hide her giddy little smile. "Get ready."

Ricky can't even bring themself to respond before Gina is showing them the middle spread of the magazine. Their mind skids to a halt when they see a younger EJ staring back at them from the glossy pages, dressed head to toe in the finest three-piece dress suit Ricky's ever seen.

And it isn't just that, EJ's all over the spread – dressed in all kinds of outfits. From gorgeously crafted lace button downs to tastefully styled overcoats – EJ models the shit out of them. Ricky scans the pages in awe because they've never seen EJ wear stuff like this. Sure, they've seen EJ in a suit during homecoming but not one with embroidered roses across the vest or paired with diamond encrusted gold jewelry.

Gina turns the page and Ricky lets out a small gasp.

It's a two page Ashlyn and EJ spread – the cousins looking absolutely ethereal dressed in the most delicate fabric embroidered with flowers along the seams. Their skin is glowing beneath the sunset, the light catching at the highlights on their cheekbones. But what really got to Ricky is one very small but powerful detail:

The flowers along EJ's shirt and the makeup he's wearing are in the trans flag colors.

"Ricky, look." Gina points at the small interview portion at the corner of the page, smiling when Ricky reads it and realizes that it's about EJ.

E.J. Caswell – Teen Transgender Model

"I've been avoiding modeling since I started transitioning and coming back to it was really scary." Says teen model E.J. Caswell. "But when my aunt gave me the opportunity to finally speak my truth through fashion, I knew that I wouldn't regret this decision in the long run."

"There are still so many moments where I hate my body. It's gonna take a while until that goes away. And maybe it won't. Ever." E.J. tells us with a sad smile. "But this is a start – and I get to style some really cool clothes while I'm at it!"

When Ashlyn Caswell was asked about the significance of this project to her cousin and to future transgender models, she smiled softly, making it abundantly clear how much she adores her older cousin. "E.J. is one of the bravest people I know. He's always been an inspiration to me and I'm so proud of him for doing this on his own terms. Plus, I'm really happy he asked me to be a part of it with him. But don't tell him I said that! I'll never hear the end of it."

"She said that?" E.J. said with barely concealed glee. "Aww, Ashlyn!"

Ricky and Gina giggle at the mental image of EJ probably giving an exasperated Ashlyn a big bear hug after his interview. Ricky can't help but stare at the spread again, lightly trailing his finger over EJ's face with a soft smile. He really is so beautiful. Ricky sometimes can't believe that someone as gorgeous as EJ is real.

"Looks like Gina beat me to it."

The sound of EJ's voice by the doorway makes the two of them freeze and turn to see both Caswell cousins looking at them with knowing smiles. But Ashlyn and EJ weren't wearing what they were wearing before Ashlyn's mom called them for help.

Instead, Ashlyn was wearing a floor length pink chiffon dress with embroidered roses scattered along its sleeves and body. EJ was wearing a dress shirt of similar color and material, pairing it with white dress pants and a ruby encrusted rose broach.

"Well look at you two supermodels!" Gina squealed in glee, bounding over to gush over Ashlyn's outfit. Ricky stays rooted in their spot on the floor, their eyes never leaving EJ's. EJ approaches them slowly and takes a seat on the bed next to Ricky. He moves into an effortless pose, making Ricky blush more than necessary.

EJ smiles at them, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Hi."

"H-Hi." Ricky says, moving to face EJ with shaky legs. "You look nice."

"Just nice?" EJ leans down with a smirk, a lock of hair falling to his forehead like some goddamn romance movie. Ricky didn't even notice that even his hair was styled differently. Was EJ growing his hair out? Why didn't he warn me?

"I'd say something dirtier but I don't wanna traumatize the girls." EJ laughs at that and Ricky could only stare at the way EJ throws his head back with the most beautiful smile they've ever seen.

This isn't fair. EJ is sitting here looking like he was plucked straight out of a Vogue magazine while Ricky's sorry ass is on the floor in pajama pants and an old hoodie. Fuck. They should have texted Kourtney for help with their outfit today.

"You're so cute," EJ leans forward even closer, so close that EJ's able to lightly graze their noses together. "Maybe I should dress like this more often to make you blush like that."

Ricky contemplates on the statement for a bit, imagining what it would be like if EJ were to wear more designer clothes to school everyday. EJ right now certainly looks confident and cool. Plus, he gets the added bonus of Ricky looking extra flustered around him.

But at the end of the day, it's EJ's body and EJ gets to choose whatever makes him feel good.

Besides, Ricky fell for EJ without all the bells and whistles.

"You don't have to wear fancy clothes to make me think you're gorgeous." Ricky says before they can stop themself from saying it. But it's out now and there's no turning back. EJ's eyes widen but they eventually soften after processing what Ricky said.

"It doesn't matter what I think, though." Ricky says, reaching for EJ's hand. "What matters is that you're happy. Whether you're wearing a potato sack or Versace. As long as you feel comfortable and you're seeing your favorite self in the mirror, I'll tell you that you're the most handsome boy in the world."

Ricky scoots closer to place a soft kiss on EJ's nose before pressing their foreheads together. Ricky can't really tell who's smiling wider from this angle but they didn't care.

"My handsome boy." Ricky whispers, lightly tracing EJ's bottom lip with their thumb. EJ smiles even wider at the sound of that and it never fails to make Ricky happy seeing EJ so happy.

They're about to move in for another kiss when they hear Ashlyn cough from the doorway.

The two of them separate abruptly, both blushing profusely as the girls giggle behind their hands.

"We'll leave you two alone," Ashlyn says, grabbing Gina's hand to pull her back to the living room. "I'll tell mom you'll be late for dinner."

As soon as the door closes behind the girls, Ricky turns back to a still blushing EJ, a small but urgent thought manifesting to the front of their mind.

"I should take this off-" EJ doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Ricky is pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. "R-Ricky?"

Ricky smirks, placing a single finger on EJ's lips as they lean forward to whisper in his ear,

"I'll help you take it off." EJ lets out the smallest whimper at that but Ricky shushes him, blowing against his earlobe. "But you have to be quiet, handsome."

As soon as EJ shakily nods his head yes, Ricky gets to work.

Unfortunately, they're more than a little late for dinner.

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A/N: I've added some reference pics below if y'all want a better image of what EJ and Ashlyn were wearing hehe :>

[janeyseymour]

slip 'n sliding

hi! this is ay :D i wrote a silly lil six!broadway fic about bo sliding around the house as a dupe for heelys HAHAH so i hope y'all enjoy it!

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Anne’s white Heelys, which she customized with mint and forest green acrylic paint, are her most prized possessions. The online algorithm randomly showed her the shoes one day, and before she knew it, the fun-loving queen had fallen down a rabbit hole of videos, different tricks, and the available styles on the website. But from the first day she got them, Jane had been unwavering on the sentiment that they are never to be worn in the house. Never.

Of course, she’d tried to fight her (in Anne’s opinion, sometimes overly) cautious friend on this new “rule.”

“You’ll hurt yourself, Bo!” Jane exclaimed, fidgeting with a random hair tie that was on her wrist.

Anne smiled in response, “No, I won’t. I’ve got perfect control over my fine motor skills like any adult would.”

“Yeah, but your abilities change when you’re on wheels!”

“Which is exactly why I should be able to practice, Jane. It’s the only way to get better,” she replied cheekily.

“Yes, I know and I agree. Just not in the house.”

“Why?”

Jane shook her head in disbelief, “I literally just said because you’d hurt yourself.”

“To which I replied I wouldn’t.”

“Fine. But you’re clumsy and might break something, Bo, and I do not want to have to deal with repairs.”

“Alright, alright,” Anne laughed, “I got it.”

Therefore, for a couple of weeks now, Anne has been walking around the house like an absolute plebeian. How boring, just taking one step after another! Not to mention how slow walking felt after having tasted the thrill of Heelys. Why anyone would opt to do that instead of (kind of) gracefully gliding around will forever be beyond Anne’s comprehension.

One day, while walking back to her bedroom after a day out with her cousin, Anne slipped slightly on the hardwood floor. Okay, maybe it seems obvious, but it suddenly clicked with Anne how smooth hardwood floors can be. The smoother a surface is, the less friction is produced when another surface rubs against it. Ding! Anne had an epiphany.

She quickly deposited all the belongings she’d brought out with her onto her bedroom floor and rushed back down the stairs, keeping only her phone and AirPods on her. To make sure the coast was clear, Anne checked the living room, the kitchen, any weird nooks, everywhere. When she was content in her checks, it was show time.

From her back jean pockets, the mischievous queen pulled out her phone and AirPods, pressing shuffle on her playlist of songs aptly titled “songs that make me feel like a professional dancer…oh wait, duh, i do dance professionally!” Once the music started playing, Anne mouthed along to the lyrics, losing herself in the rhythms. To get herself comfortable with the wood floors, Anne did a couple of test slides down the hallway downstairs.

“I got this!” she declared with a whisper. The music was turned up a little louder, and Anne tossed her phone onto the couch. Now it’s time, time to go to town surfing the hardwood floors and performing her own dance routines. There were a handful of times where she lost her balance and slipped, but it was never anything she couldn’t smoothly recover from with an extra twirl or bounce in her step.

However, after a little too long getting lost in her music, Anne got a little too cocky. For no rational reason, she decided to get a long running start and see how long she could surf the floor in a straight line. So, with Levitating by Dua Lipa flowing through her headphones, she sprinted for a couple of paces before placing her right foot in front of her left and cruising…until she stopped abruptly with a thud.

“What was that?” someone yelled. Anne continued to rub the part of her head that made contact with the wall whilst turning around to see her housemates rush down the stairs.

“Don’t tell me you walked into the wall, Bo,” giggled Kitty, covering her mouth with her hand to try and hide her amusement.

Cleves plopped down onto the couch, “How can someone walk into a wall so hard that it shakes the whole house.”

“Nuh uh,” Aragon chimed in, “that doesn’t seem possible for someone of Anne’s stature.” Both Cleves and Anne responded with a slightly offended, “Hey!” to which the other four laughed at playfully.

“I didn’t walk into a wall, alright! I’m not daft,” Anne sat down as well.

“Then, why are you rubbing your head like you hurt yourself?” Parr asked.

Jane scoffed in disbelief, “Were you wearing Heelys in the house?”

“Um, look at my feet. No, I wasn’t,” everyone glanced down at Anne’s feet just to make sure.

“Girl, don’t tell me you skated into the wall with socks on!” Cleves exclaimed. When Anne’s cheeks started to color, her friends bursted into laughter again. Except Jane.

“I cannot believe you, Bo. I try an prevent injury in this house, and you just have to find away around it,” chastised Jane, though Anne could tell by the smile on her friend’s face that Jane wasn’t actually as mad as she let on.

“You can’t ban socks from the house too, Jane!”

“Oh baby, just try me. I don’t want to see you covered in bruises,” her blonde friend called out as she walked into the kitchen. She returned an icepack for the queen who’d gotten herself injured, and held it against Anne’s forehead.

“I got it,” Anne placed her hand on the icepack, signaling for Jane to remove hers, “I’ll be more careful, I swear.”

Kitty picked up Anne’s phone from the couch cushion, “I don’t blame you for getting carried away, Bo. Levitating is laced with crack!”

“Could one get arrested for Heely-ing while being intoxicated?” Anne teased.

Jane immediately shot back, “Don’t you dare try!”

“Fine, but only because I love you too much to borrow bail money from you.”

Their house mom rubbed her temples, feigning a headache, “You’re lucky I love you too, Bo.”

[pixelatedrose]

Soulbound Part Two

First | Part 2 | Next

Ao3 link

Masterpost

Word Count: 2,955

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, Background Remile

Warnings: uncensored swearing, bullying, mention of drugs and alcohol, threats, Unsympathetic Remus, Unsympathetic Deceit, implied mention of sex (wow this fic went from 1 to like 67 real fast) Please leave a comment and tell me if I missed anything that should be tagged or if you want anything tagged!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

IMPORTANT NOTE!! I changed all of their last names cause I didn't like them. So. Yeah. Also sorry this seems a bit late, I got caught up with doing things and school and we had a ton of snow (where I live we never get snow) and so I was a little distracted all week. Sorry about that y'all!! But its here now, so yeah!! Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 2

Roman woke up with a start, his wrist stinging. He looked over at his clock that read a time much to late- or early- for it to be reasonable. He rubbed his stinging skin and tried to go back to sleep. 

  This was a regular occurrence. Waking up at two am to a stinging wrist or shoulder, sometimes an ankle or forearm. Once he woke up nearly screaming as his left side felt like it was on fire.

  He didn't quite know what it was, but Roman never thought much about it. I mean, people woke up with little pricks sometimes, right? He'd probably slept on it wrong or accidentally hit his bedframe in his sleep.

  Roman lay in bed, tossing and turning as he tried to fall back asleep. He looked over to the clock once again and sighed. It was only an hour before his alarm went off.

  Not seeing the point in trying to go to sleep anymore, Roman swung his legs over the side of his bed and started getting ready for the day.

  After taking a shower and pulling in clothes, Roman's alarm rang out two seconds after he was done styling and drying his previously wet hair. He slapped it off as quick as possible, suddenly not wanting to wake anyone else up.

  Roman inched out of his room and into his brother's, flipping on the lights, much to his brother's dismay.

  "Turn the goddamn lights off…." His brother muttered through his pillow.

  Roman sighed. "Nope! C'mon Remus, it's time for you to rise and shine- or whatever it is that you do when you're awake- and get ready for the first day of school!" He walked over to the broad window and threw open the blinds, letting light filter and flow into the already lot room, the sun beams hitting Roman's twin in the face.

  "AaaAAAHH!!" His brother screamed. He sat up in bed and shielded his face. He glared at Roman after adjusting to the light. "I'm going to sell your organs on the internet you pile of horse sh-"

  "Love you too, brother! I'm gonna go make breakfast now okay bye!!" Roman zipped downstairs, not wanting to stick around to see whether his brother would act on that threat or not.

  Ten minutes later Remus came loudly down the stairs and yelled at his brother. "DID YOU GET OUT ALL THE CEREAL AND THE POPTARTS?!!?"

  Roman sighed, looking at the counter that was overflowing with four different cereals and a box of poptarts. "YEAH BRO MAN I GOTCHU!!" He yelled back.

  Remus entered the kitchen area with his heavy heeled boots and skipped over to the cereals. He poured a little of each box into a bowl and unwrapped a poptart and crumbled it on top. He went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of not milk but orange juice and poured it into the abomination that was in his bowl.

  Roman looked away and tried focusing back on the eggs he had in the pan in front of him. "I cannot believe that you actually eat that, Remus! It's revolting!" Roman bemused.

  Remus shoveled a spoonful into his mouth, staring at pointedly. "You," he sputtered through the mouthful of 'Cereal'. "My brother, have no taste." He swallowed and gestured to his bowl. "This is a masterpiece of a meal!!"

  Roman made gagging noise and slid his single solitary egg onto a piece of toast. "That's not even a meal! I daresay it would harm someone rather than anything else!"

  Remus scoffed and took another bite.

~~•~~

  Today was the first day of their sophomore year, 10th grade and they couldn't wait for it to start. Or at least, Roman was excited. Remus had made his opinion adamant; he couldn't care less if the school caught fire.

  But nonetheless, it was a day they'd all been awaiting, whether eagerly or with disdain.

  Patton had stuffed his backpack full of snacks and colorful pins as gifts for his new classmates and friends.

  Roman had excitedly roused his voice in preparation for theater and barber shop choir he was sure to audition for.

  Logan had packed up notebooks and pencils and pens, all fitting perfectly in his backpack as he awaited learning, a year ahead of his peers.

  Remus had done nothing but think up pranks and plans of destruction of freshman newbies for the start of the year. His phone pinged and he picked it up to look at it.

  A boy known around school as Deceit had discretely packed his bag and pockets full of liquors and drugs to sell to anyone who'd buy. He looked at his email and raised an eyebrow. He turned to his messages and shot a text to his partner.

  And a person of seemingly infinitesimal importance shrugged on a black and purple jacket and sighed heavily. He didn't look forward to this. What's to say it was going to be any different from last time?

  And so, life started as sophomores for each and every one of them.

~~•~~

  Virgil Sanders walked up to the front of his new high school. A place to start over… he thought.

  He pushed his way through the doors and tried to think positively.

  "Well helloooo there my good newbie of a kid!!" A voice rang out. Virgil startled back and bumped into someone behind him. How did someone get behind him so fast??

  "Ah, ah! Don't be scared my good pal!" The person behind him said, his voice was a little too reassuring, a little too happy.

  "I-I'm sorry...I'll just find my own way around…" he stammered out. He didn't want to try and be cocky and make enemies this early into the school year. And his anxiety was telling him to play it safe.

  He didn't even see the two that were harassing him before a voice trilled out, "Oh there you are, babe!!"

  Virgil felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. "Hon-ey you've got to stop running off like that! Gurl, you're gonna lose that cute purple head of yours in the crowd if your not careful!" Virgil looked up to see a boy wearing aviator shades and a leather jacket.

  "Uhm--?" 

  Virgil started before the sunglasses'd guy turned and whispered in his ear, "Just play along, babe…"

  "Right…" Virgil turned and kissed the strange man's cheek. "Sorry babe, won't happen again." He cuddled up to the man and wrapped his arms around his waist. If he was gonna play the part, might as well make it convincing.

  "That's right honey bae! Now let's get you to class!" And the two walked away hand in hand.

  As they rounded the corner, the man parted from Virgil and turned on him. "Sorry bout that honey, but gurl you were in real danger there!" He held out a hand. "The name's Remy b-t-dubs."

  Virgil shook it. "Virgil. Thanks. And sorry for the kiss." 

  Remy laughed and waved his hand at Virgil. "Oh pah-lease babe! Trust me I probably enjoyed that more than you think I did!" He winked and laughed again at Virgil's flushed face. "Now, stay outa trouble, ya hear? Cause auntie Remy ain't always gonna be around to save that cute face of yours hun. But here's my number in case you need anything!" Remy took out what looked like a business card and handed it to Virgil.

  Auntie Remy. Gossip wheel, late night counseling, party boy.

  At the bottom a number was printed. "Hey what-" but Remy was already gone.

  What just happened?

~~•~~

  Remus was pissed. He had received the text from Deceit that morning that there was fresh meat and he was so ready to spill crickets in that loser's bag! And then that stupid 12th grade dumbass senior Remy had to show up and "save the day."

  His eye caught a little freshman boy with broken glasses. He carried his books in his arms and had a smattering of freckles to accompany his bright red hair.

  Perfect! Remus thought maliciously. And crept over to sink his teeth into his next victim.

  "Hey there freckle face!" He called cheerily.

  The boy seemed startled and pointed at himself as if to confirm.

  Remus sighed. Wow this kid is dull… "Yeah you, scarecrow reject! Now Imma make this quick since I already lost one lunch income," he started, slinking around the kid. "Hand over the money you mommy gave you for food today else I'll make sure that it won't stay down."

  The redhead seemed flustered. "Wh-what? B-but, I need that money!" He subconsciously reached for his pocket.

  Bingo. Remus knew his type. Fear would get him what he wanted. He grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt, making the books tumble out of his hands. "Listen here, nerd! You gimme that money or else you're gonna be using it to mend all the bones I'll be snapping in you hand, here!" Remus held up one of the kid's spindly hands as an example, wagging it loosely in his face. His maniacal smile grew as he heard the kid whimper in fear.

  Remus put pressure on one of the kid's fingers as the freckled boy didn't move. "Tic-Toc, brainless bastard!" He snickered sadistically.

  "Fine!!" The kid yelped in fear and shoved the money at the bully. "Just leave me alone!"

  Remus pushed the kid to the ground and shoved the money in his pocket. "As you wish, orange peel!" He stepped on the kid's discarded books and walked over to where Deceit watched.

  "40-60, my snake bitch." Remus said, handing his partner 14 dollars of the 35.

  Deceit counted the money and nodded. "I'm disappointed the newbie slipped by us…" he looked off at where the purple haired boy had been a few minutes prior. "But I think he'll be back…" His amber eyes glowed a near sickly yellow. "And this time we're playing the long game."

~~•~~

  Remus had run off ahead of him so Roman entered the school's doors alone. He had wandered only a few steps inside before a blur of blue and gold barreled into him.

  "GOOD TO SEE YOU, KIDDO!!" Patton shouted, squeezing Roman in an impossibly tight hug.

  "Gah!! Good to see you too, Patton!! But," Roman gasped out, smiling. "I can't breathe, buddy."

  "Oh my GOLLY gee!!" Patton shouted, releasing Roman into open air. "I'm sorry bout that, kiddo!"

  "Really Patton, you should know your own strength by now. It'd be quite a shame if I lost my best friend before we graduated." A deep voice called, his voice laced with amusement.

  Roman softly pushed Patton aside. "Logan!!" He shouted and subsequently barreled into the tall boy, retracting after a right squeeze to just a shoulder hug. "Buddy, it's good to see you!" He laughed.

  Patton made a noise and the two boys turned to look at the shorter one. "And it's not good to see me?! I'm offended! Roman! I am your father-"

  "Not my father-"

  "And you will love me right now!"

  Roman laughed and drew Patton and Logan both into a tight hug. "Man I missed you guys!!"

  Logan gently wrapped his arms around the other two and smiled. "As did we, my friend. As did We."

~~•~~

  It was like any other start of school day. Read syllabus, play a get to know you game, repeat.

  It was really fairly normal for Roman.

  Until his third period.

  Roman knew nearly everyone in his grade, he had been the popular kid back in middle school and that had mostly transferred when he got into high school. So when roll call was being taken, it piqued his interest when a foreign voice answered a foreign name.

  "Roman Prince?"

  "You called?" Roman asked charmingly. The teacher looked at him tiredly. Roman cleared his throat. "Here!" He called a little more calmly.

  "Flora Riley?"

  "Here!"

  "Uh...Virgil Sanders?"

  Virgil Sanders? Roman thought. Maybe I just don't remember him and I'll recognize his vio-

  "Here." A quiet but firm voice answered and Roman checked behind him to see the source of the unrecognized voice. 

  A boy sat in the back of the class with his feet pressed up against the table, curling himself mostly into a ball in his chair. But even so, Roman could see purple hair peeking out from under his patchwork hoodie and stylish, iconic reverse eyeshadow applied to his face. His ripped black jeans and scuffed combat boots made it obvious that there was a new emo in school.

  Cute… Roman thought subconsciously. I mean, he was pretty cute.

  "Alright class. We're gonna play a get to know you game. Now come up and draw sticks." The teacher held out a tin full of stocks with names on them and shook it slightly, letting the wood jingle against the run. "You'll be drawing the person you'll be sitting with for the rest of the semester. You may not trade with anyone, and yeah, that sucks but so does school." The class snickered as people drew sticks. There were only enough for half the class, and the other half drew the sticks.

  Roman was not part of the group that drew sticks. So he sat idly at his seat and began to daydream about how the year would go.

  "You're Roman Prince?" A voice asked.

  Roman snapped out of his dreaming and looked up to see Virgil the Emo standing over him. Roman smirked and out a hand to his chest. "The one and only! Come to admire how pretty I am?" He asked charmingly.

  The emo snorted. "As in pretty dull? Maybe. It is a wonder of the world after all."

  Roman scoffed and pressed his other hand over his heart, as if it hurt. "I'm offended! You wound me!!" Roman held out his hand smiling. "I assume we're seating partners then! How do you do, my emo nightmare?"

  Virgil didn't take his hand, rather he just walked to the back of the class. "Come now, Prince of the Preppy, we don't know each other and honestly I don't think we ever will. We're not sitting up front."

  Roman frowned at the lack of jest in the emo's voice. He thought he and the purple haired boy were flirting wonderfully!

  Since Roman didn't seem to have any other Soul Marks, he didn't have a Soulbound Soulmate. So he freely flirted with every moving thing that breathed.

  But Roman wasn't going to give up that easily. "Hey there, plum hair! Tell me, what's it like looking so fruity?"

  Virgil snorted, and hid his face in his sleeve.

  Nooo!! Roman thought. I wanna see your cute face!!

  "I dunno...what's it like being so fruity?"

  Roman laughed and tried again to reach out his hand. "An absolute delight!"

  When Virgil did nothing but sit down at the table in the farthest back corner of the classroom, Roman deflated a little. This Virgil was cute, albeit a little annoying. I mean all he would do is snark at him! Maybe Roman had misread the situation.

  "Fine alright," Roman have up. "I'll stop talking, panic-at-the-everywhere."

  "Sweet." Though it was the answer he should have been expecting, Roman prickled.

  "So you don't want to talk to me at all?" Roman asked flatly, slightly annoyed.

  "No, not really." Virgil said, pulling out his phone.

  "Really? Like really Really?"

  "Yep." He popped the P and pointedly turned away from Roman.

  "Are you kidding me?"

  "Nope." He again popped the P.

  "You know we're going to have to sit next to each other all semester, right?"

  "Yeah…? And…?"

  "Well you have to talk to me eventually!"

  "And I'll stay here dreading when that dreaded eventually will come."

  "You cannot be serious! Come on I'm fabulous!"

  "Fabulously plastic, dumb, and shallow, if that's what you mean."

  "Shallow?!"

  "Uh, yeah?"

  "How dare-!"

  "Alright class!!" The teacher clapped their hands, stopping the impending fight that was about to break out. They started passing out papers to each of the students. "Now choose one or two, or however many you want and ask them to your partner. And yeah it sounds boring and maybe it might be if you're boring. So don't be a boring teenager."

  Roman and Virgil got the paper and looked it over. It at least Roman did. He finally picked one and asked it, knowing that trying to wait for the Emo to pay attention would be futile.

  "If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?" Roman sighed out.

  The answer that came was almost immediate and nearly shook Roman to his core. "Soulmarks." Virgil seemed to have spat the word out. "I'd get rid of all Soulmarks."

  Roman was about to ask further about it but he heard a loud clang behind him.

  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SLEPT WITH SISSI LETANTA?! YOU SHIT!! YOU KNOW THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND'S LITTLE SISTER, YOU BASTARD!!!" The girl behind Roman was in an absolute rage. The boy she was talki- screaming at was pale and seemed like he'd wet set himself out of fear at any moment.

  "Whoa…yo Virgil check this ou-" Roman had once again tried to communicate with the Emo boy, but turned to see him filming the whole thing. "What are you doing…?"

  "Blackmail."

  "What?!"

  "You never know when it may come in handy."

  "You're the creepiest emo kid I've ever met."

  "And how many emos have you met exactly?"

  "Three! There was this one girl in my middle school that-"

  "Yeah okay you can shut up now."

  "Well thanks."

  The fight had only been broken up by the bell ringing. And Virgil left without saying a word to Roman.

  What a weird, creepy, cute kid… Roman thought. I think I wanna be his friend.

Again, I’m sorry this is later than I wanted it to be, and It’s not as good as I’d like it to be, but I promise I have things planned for this! Big things! Angsty things! Fluff!! I swear it’s going to be better than it is right now, I’m just a little caught up in life at the moment. Hope you liked it! And do feel free to leave a comment if you want me to tag you!! Sweet dreams!!

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My Story

The Egg

This is my fan made story of the owl house the character and setting are #Luz, #Amity, #King, #Eda, #Edric, #Emira, #Willow, #Gus, #Lillith, #Hooty, #Amity parents, #Belos, #Principal Bump, and #boscha this story is a romance/action/conflict/and sad one ok read if you want I'll do some art but note not the best at it ok this is just a draft of it y'all hope you will enjoy

Chapter 5

New life

Luz opened the note and said ‘Luz will you go to grom with me? Amity’. This note made Luz heart skip a beat she doesn't know what grom is. But whatever it is she will love to go with Amity with it.

“Hey Amity I have a question to ask.” ask Luz.

Amity was still shocked that she almost blew up but she heard Luz's voice call her name.

“Yes Luz what is it?” Amity asks.

Luz showed Amity the note open and that Luz read it. She blushed harder than the sun and hid her face away. She was so worried that Luz would reject her offer for grom. Luz crouched down by Amity and gave her a big hug to comfort her.

“Amity I don't know what this grom is but I will love to go with you.” Luz said quietly to Amity.

“Really?” as she lifts her head up and rubs her eyes.

 “Yes really.” Luz said.

Amity stood up with Luz and gave her a big hug. Luz hugged her back and for a moment they were at peace until they felt their chest getting hotter. This made them unhug and look at their chest. They were glowing two different colors. This caught everyone's eyes and they were confused about what happened to them.

“Luz Amity, what happened to your chest?” Willow asked them.

“We don't know we just hugged then it started to happen.” Luz explains.

“Are you guys gonna be ok?” Gus asks nervously.

Before Amity or Luz can say something their chest grew brighter.

“Step back kids!” Principal Bump ordered.

Willow and Gus step back and watch their friend in discomfort. Amity and Luz were scared of what was happening to them. Then from there chest two small orbs glowing gently. Luz was yellow and mint green and Amitys was the same. They reached out to grab the orbs but they flew to where the explosion happened. Luz and Amity look at eachother then chase them. As they got to the explosion site in the creator there was a scarly ball at the bottom of the pit. The two small orbs were spinning above this creature. Luz and Amity slid down into the pit to see what was happening. As they approach the creature the orbs enter it the small creature started to glow and move. 

Amity was ready for anything but Luz stopped her from doing anything. The small creature unball and looks around. It saw Luz and Amity and started to crawl to them. Luz crouched down and picked the small thing up. It was too dark to tell what it was down here. Amity summons an abomination hand to lift them out of the pit. The small creature curls in a ball in Luz arm. This made Luz snuggle the small thing. As they leave to pit the creature looks at Amity and jumps on her shoulder. This made Amity jump in surprise as the creature snuggled with Amity.

As they walked to their friends they were going to ask them questions but stop when they saw the small creature.

“AMITY LUZ what were you two thinking!” Bump yelled at the two girls.

“Sorry but it felt like we were supposed to follow the orbs.”as they explain.

Bump reaches out to grab their hand to take them to the office. But the little creature growls and hiss at him. This stopped him from grabbing them and asking what that was.

“We don't know it was at the bottom of the pit and those orbs enter its body” Luz and Amity explain.

“Ok well it looks like it's protective over you two.” Bump said.

It slipped their mind they were going to look at more clearer when they got out of the pit. This made them blush nervously; they held the small thing and looked it over. It has scale for the skin, six legs, bump down its back, small teeth, and a long tail. It was the size of a fully grown otter and its eyes were gold and brown. No one ever saw anything like this or heard but one might be King.

As they talked about the creature the final bell rang to tell the students to head home. They look at each other and say goodbye Amity gave the small thing to Luz. They hugged and went to their house, Luz blush slightly and headed to the owl house. As Luz walked home the small bean wanted a cuddle and Luz could not resist and gave cuddles. When she was almost to the door Hooty asked Luz something.

“Hey Luz what is that small thing you holding?” ask Hooty.

“This little guy I don't know came from that egg I found.” Luz explains.

She then enters the house to see King drawing demons in his book.

“Hey King do you know what this little guy is.” Luz holding him out.

“Wha ?” King said while looking towards Luz.

 King saw the baby thing and he jumped up in all excitement. He got close to it, maybe a little too close. Then the small thing jumped at King and they had a little brawl. Until Eda came into the living room. 

“Luz what is that small thing that is fighting King?” Eda asked.

“I don't know all I know it hatched from that egg I brought over last night. I was hoping King would know.” Luz said.

Eda then stops the fight with magic, giving the baby thing to Luz. It hiss and growl at King as it cuddles with Luz.

“Why you little!” King said angrily, waving his tiny paw at it.

This made Luz and Eda laugh for a moment. Then they sat down and Luz started to explain everything that happened today.

“Wow you had a adventure today hmm kiddo.” as she pat Luz head.

“Yea but I will love to know what this little guy is.” Luz said.

“Well by what you told me it hatched when Amity picked the bag up right?”

“Yes,”

“Well it hatch because of the love you two share I think?” Eda said.

“What!” Luz yells while blushing.

“Yea so like this little guy is like your own kid.” eda said while petting the baby thing.

It didn't like it and bit Eda hand off  and shook its head non stop. Eda didn't notice it yet. Luz saw it happen and giggle a little.

“What so funny kiddo?” Eda asked.

“Well are you right handed or left?” Luz asked.

“Im right handed see.” as she tries to draw a circle but fails to.

She looked at her right hand and saw it missing, then she looked at the small thing and saw her hand in his mouth.

“Oh ha!” Eda laugh.

“Kiddo can you get my hand back please?” ask Eda.

“Sure Eda.” while Luz patted the small one head.

The small guy dropped Eda's hand in Luzs hand then she gave it back to her. 

“What should we name it then.” Eda asked.

“What?” Luz said.

“Well it's like yours and Amity baby thing so it should have a proper name.” Eda explained.

Luz thought hard and she came up with a last name for it Night. It was a combination of Amity and Luz last name. But she could not think of a first name for it. Luz told Eda its last name and she liked it. Night jumps off of Luz and waddles around the floor like a new baby and Hooty comes in to see what is going on. Luz left the room with Eda to get dinner from the kitchen. He got close to Night and stared at him and Night did the same not moving. Night then sits down and bap Hooty face with his lil hand. This made Hooty laugh and law on the floor. Night then climbs up on Hooty back and curls up and falls asleep on him. Luz came back and saw that she was in aww and took a photo of it.

Luz and Eda enjoy dinner and save a little for Night when he woke up Hooty was stuck on the floor until he got up. Luz yawn and stand up this alert Night and he made a small chirp to get his mom attention. Luz walked over to him, picked him up and carried him to her room. She lay down on her sleep cocoon on her side and Night curled up and lay by her stomach.

“Night everyone.” Luz yelled.

“Night Kiddo.” Eda said.

“Night Luz.” King and Hooty said,

“Night Night.” as Luz kisses his small head.

He started to purr and glow slightly to the comfort of Luz being by him. At Amity house she was eating dinner then suddenly she got really happy. As she headed to her room to go to bed she was happy that Luz said yes to grom and that relieved a lot of weight off her chest. As she fell asleep she felt a warm but comforting head in front of her stomach. Amity and Luz slept happily that night knowing something special was coming.

The end of the next chapter will be most likely at Grom my style of course. I hope you enjoy the first five chapters and I hope you are ready to read. I will try to post every Monday and Thursday around 3:00 pm Missouri time. And your like, comment, and support is really appreciated

Author rabidtime. 

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Discord pt 106

[Date: 28/03, 2:57 AM GMT - 28/03, 3:40 AM GMT]  

[Direct continuation of pt 105]

jayyyyyyyy: “can I assume you both like the color pink? or am I just reaching”

[Duke: “However, civility is the noblest pillar of which humanity stands on. Please cease your fighting you two, it can be easily discussed later.”]

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “y'know what fine I don't want to get shrunk any further so I'll try not to argue for now, sorry if I upset you”

Jack the Observer: “I'm sorry, Duke and Duchess, I was about to retire for the night when I noticed you had arrived. I must be on my way, but I hope you will find this humble place at least interesting :)”

Duchess: “Of course; you need not neglect your rest for our sake. Have a lovely night.”

Duke: “Thank you! I wish you happy dreams and sweet slumber.”

llyr (they/them): “ooh, what about favorite animals, if you two have one?

jayyyyyyyy: “I’m still curious-- is your favorite color pink?”

Duchess: “I would say our favorite animal would be cats. And yes- we are both guite fond of pink.”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “why are you asking for colors? this isn't normally something we ask-”

Duke: “It represents such glorious things, pink. Both soft and strong, loving and deceiving, cool yet warm.”

jayyyyyyyy: “nice! I’m not too big on pink, but its a really nice color”

jayyyyyyyy: “hey siblings, do you want to hear a fun fact about pink?”

Luna Stories: “Hey, what did I miss?”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “Duke and Duchess are here”

Big G (they/them): “Apologies for not speakin in ender, Im too tired right now. But pink is a nice choice!”

Luna Stories: “Oh!”

[Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “why are you asking for colors? this isn't normally something we ask-”]

Big G (they/them): “We don't normally ask this?”

Duchess: “Certainly, Jay! what is it?”

Duke: “The Korat and Dragon Li are my favourite out of the feline breeds I feel compelled to add. Cat is such a widespread response it only feels fair to gift you with more.”

jayyyyyyyy: “theres actually a specific color pink that Icant really remember the name of that, when standing in a room with the walls painted the pink, would lower your strength by 30%”

[Big G (they/them): “We don't normally ask this?”]

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “no we normally ask things like, fit check, favorite number, chicken nugets, circlet color n' stuff, memories about meeting crown, etc. etc.. I dont think we've ever asked about colors in the first bunch of questions-”

jayyyyyyyy: “the nfl had to ban teams from using it because they would go and paint their opposing teams locker rooms the color before games”

Big G (they/them): “Well that's very odd, huh.”

jayyyyyyyy: “scientifically theres no reasonable explanation for it, but it still happens. its very intriguing”

Duchess: “That is very fascinating!”

llyr (they/them): “actually, that's a fair point :3″

Duke: “How interesting!”

jayyyyyyyy: “mhm! I’ve always wondered about it, but could never even think of an reasoning”

llyr (they/them): “what's you two's opinions on chicken nuggets??”

Big G (they/them): “and on soup?”

Duke: “I am unfamiliar with this dish known as chicken nuggets. It... Is a dish correct?”

Duchess: “Oh, I think they're a fine food! I did enjoy them regularly as a child. And soup is a wonderfully versatile dish.”

jayyyyyyyy: “aWHATA”

jayyyyyyyy: “Duchess, has Duke never had chicken nuggets?”

Duchess: “Duke... Again, I apologize. I am unsure as to why he is... Like this. We have both certainly had chicken nuggets before.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I was about to be so upset if Duke never had chicken nuggets”

Duke: “Duchess, we have not? Not to my recollection - what in the world do you mean?”

Big G (they/them): “jay, friend, I think you should hide your befuddlement you're being a bit rude.”

jayyyyyyyy: “well now I’m just confused

do you guys have alternate memories?”

emuhlee: “I find it quite odd how your experiences differ so much as you're twins, and you ideas and opinions are so similar. very interesting.”

Duchess: “Duke, we definitely...It is fine. Chicken nuggets are small pieces of chicken which are breaded and fried. They are a popular food item for children.”

jayyyyyyyy: “its a genuine question! they seem to be having similar confusion!”

Duke: “Oh, nonsense! we of course do not, we are twins after all! I'd say we even have such a strong connection we could finish each other's sentences. There just must be a simple mix-up in this all, no?"

jayyyyyyyy: “Duke, we gotta get you chicken nuggets, theyre so good”

emuhlee: “my twin and I never really got the hang of finishing each others sentences...”

Duke: “A popular item for children does not sound terribly appealing I'm afraid. With runny noses and sticky palms children have quite... Adverse tastes.”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “Duke, Duchess, sorry if this seems rude, but are you two human? it's a genuine question. I apologise if I come off as impolite”

Duke: “Oh! Oh! You have a twin?”

jayyyyyyyy: “although its popular with children, its still very much loved as adults!”

Duchess: “Not at all! we are human, yes.”

emuhlee: “I do! A twin sister :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “I still think Duke should try chicken nuggets. theyre So So Good, not just to children”

llyr (they/them): “Ilike chicken nuggets :3

they taste like. chicken :D”

Big G (they/them): “Wendy's chicken nuggets are really good,”

jayyyyyyyy: “if not nuggets, tenders are also good!”

Duke: “I hope you cherish her, emuhlee.”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “Duke have you tried bacon before? if so what'd your opinion on it?”

emuhlee: “oh I do, she's my best friend”

Duke: “Chicken is rather tasty although sometimes almost too salted, I do hope these nuggets will not dissapoint.”

Duke: “I have had bacon, yes. It is quite tasty.”

Duchess: “Apologies to you all, but I have had a rather busy day and I feel it may be time for me to retire for the evening. I will leave you all with my brother and bid a good night. It was delightful to meet you all.”

jayyyyyyyy: “goodbye, Duchess! have a good night!”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “goodnight Duchess!”

Dollar General Tubbo: “Good night, Duchess! Rest well”

llyr (they/them): “goodnight, Duchess!! :3″

emuhlee: “goodnight!”

Duke: “goodnight, sister.”

Duke: “Oh dear me, I have been reminded that I have not given a fit check. I hope I used that sentence correctly?”

emuhlee: “yes, you used it correctly.”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “yeah you did”

Raeva: “I'm a bit late but excited to see Duke and Duchess here”

Duke: “I do not have photos such as my sister but certain family members have said - and I am quoting this so do forgive me if it makes as little sense to you as it does to I- that I am "stealing her look" and "you're basically just wearing her clothes but male dude lmaoooo like you got that bow at your throat but where's the og style? is this a twin thing or do we need to take you shopping? no don't get mad at me I'm just speaking facts."”

Duke: “Raeva, hello! I know of you through my sister, I hoped you enjoyed the conversation you two shared.”

Kate: “Alright, I'm back! Hello again, all!~”

Big G (they/them): “Hullo kate!”

llyr (they/them): “I think I'm actually going to go, heehee. night, y'all!! please be nice to each other :3″

Kate: “Hello! :D”

Raeva: “It was interesting to say the least I don't believe I've spoken to you though.

Night Llry!”

Big G (they/them): “gn llyr”

Duke: “I wish you sweet dreams and soft slumber.”

jayyyyyyyy: “whoever said that to you, Duke, is generally rude and shouldnt have said that

who cares if one person dresses like another? if they like it, let them be”

Big G (they/them): “I would have fought them”

emuhlee: “Duke, I have a question, if you don't mind?”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “who tf is ur family member?? I will beat their ankles >>:(”

bite I meant bite”

Duke: “I do believe it was meant in jest and it was before they knew us as they do now. It is alright, but I thank you for getting angry on my behalf. What question do you have, Em?”

emuhlee: “Oh! I was just wondering, which of the two of you is oldest?”

Duke: “I am, of course. Do not listen to Duchess if she tells you otherwise, I adore my sister but when it comes to things such as that she likes to bend the truth.”

jayyyyyyyy: “...I sense a little bit of hostility?”

emuhlee: “I see.  I understand where she comes about, on that.”

Duke: “Oh! none at all. She is wonderful and kind, my sister. She is a beacon of glory and I love her to my heart's deepest corners - she is the one who I would dive down for into murky waters and toil in horrid sun and sand for. However, it has been an issue since childhood with her claiming to be older. Our parents did not refute her so this has continued on despite the fact she should know better.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I see.. did your parents favor your sister? since thats what it sounds like :(”

Duke: “Oh my! what a ridiculous notion. My darling parents adored us both. I do hope they are doing well now.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I see.. they sound nice! they probably miss you guys a lot”

Duke: “I.... Suppose so.”

jayyyyyyyy: “mhm. though, its not my business-- how about a topic change?”

Duke: “Oh well! We live in the now, no? Dwelling on the past is for fools and crumbling men and we are neither"

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Best Beloved: Chapter 6

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Series Tags: @burnsoslow​ @lady-calypso​​​ @irishwhiskys-blog​ @loveellamae​

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the homecoming dance, and things are burning up on and off the dance floor.

Kaia

“Stop fidgeting. You’re going to mess up my hard work,” Nadia snapped as she put the finishing touches on my hair. It was the night of the Homecoming dance and the whole campus was in a festive mood. The year’s homecoming week featured a "Wizard of Oz" inspired theme, aptly titled, “There’s No Place Like Homecoming." 

Judging by the lineup of activities, that statement wasn’t entirely false. The week’s festivities kicked off with a Wizard’s Festival on the Campus Green. Members of the Campus Activities Board were donned in costumes that could have been featured in the actual film. The rest of the week featured a Pep Rally, a campus scavenger hunt, and a concert featuring pop star Alyssa Griffin.

The parade was held earlier in the day, where the Homecoming Court was presented. The queen was Damien’s friend(?), senior Cecile Contreras. I recognized her from that day in the bistro. She eyed me with such disgust, if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right then and there. The king was another senior by the name of Mikail Greene. I recall seeing him in passing on campus. He seemed nice. Damien said he was really popular with the student body.

The football game followed shortly after. The Badgers took an early lead but ultimately lost in OT. Steve had another stellar game, of course. I heard from people in the crowd how he was already drawing interest from NFL scouts as a freshman. When I asked Steve about it after the game, he brushed it off, saying he wouldn’t be draft-eligible for another two years.

“Okay! We’re all done. Now, get dressed. I want to see the finished product,” Nadia said, giving my updo a final spritz with hairspray.

I retreated to the bathroom and grabbed my homecoming dress hanging on the back of the door. I pulled the dress off the hanger and examined it. It was a low-cut, sparkly red, spaghetti strap number with a gold belt at the waist. I ran my fingers across the A-Line tulle skirt and smiled as I slipped the dress over my head, careful not to mess up my hair. Once I was dressed, I applied my makeup and took one last look at myself in the mirror. Students of Hartfeld, eat your heart out!

I swung the bathroom door open and stepped out into the shared space of our dorm. Nadia turned and gasped when she caught sight of me all dolled up.

“Ohmygods, Kaia! You look amazing!” she said, her eyes welling with tears.

“Really?” I asked, twirling around the room.

She nodded. “Whoever you’re planning on impressing tonight is going to be blown away.” She didn’t say it, but I knew she meant Damien. To be honest, I’d been upping my game in terms of my appearance lately. Ever since he told me he and Alana had been having problems, I’d been going out of my way to show him what he was missing. I put my hand on Nadia’s shoulder in a silent thanks, then moved to my room to retrieve my clutch.

Once we were ready, we exited the dorm and made our way to the parking lot. Steve’s trusty blue Chevy pickup sat in the empty space in front of our building. He and Sloane were seated on the tailgate, showing each other something on their phones. Steve looked up and a wide grin spread across his face when he noticed Nadia.

“Babe...You look...wow…” he stuttered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and peppered his face with kisses. I turned towards Sloane and gave her a bright smile as she hopped off the tailgate.

“Your dress is so pretty!” I squealed motioning for her to twirl. Her dress was similar in style and material as mine but in a light blue color.

“Thanks! Yours too! You ready to go?” she said, smoothing down her skirt.

I hooked my thumb back towards Steve and Nadia. “Sure. As soon as those two come up for air.”

Sloane laughed and shouted at the kissing couple to break it up. Nadia flipped us the bird, then we all piled into the pickup and made our way towards the Sports and Activities Center, where the homecoming dance was held every year. When we pulled up in the parking lot, it looked a lot different from the first time we were here. Gone were the tailgaters; replaced with a few remaining parade floats being dismantled and students in formal attire.

We walked the sidewalk that connected the parking lot to the football stadium and activities center, noticing it temporarily painted yellow to simulate a “Yellow Brick Road.”

“Cute,” I said to myself as we made our way inside the center. The doorman took our tickets and directed us to the field house which had been transformed into The Emerald City.

“Ohmygods, Kaia! I just realized your dress reminds me of Dorothy’s shoes!” Nadia squealed, squeezing my hand. 

My eyes roamed the room, taking in the magnificent job that CAB did on the decorations. A dance floor occupied the center of the room with several high-top tables scattered around it. The DJ booth was set up towards the back of the room under one of the basketball hoops. The bleachers were folded up on either side of the room to allow space for a photo booth and a bar area.

We moved through the room and found an empty table. The music from the DJ booth filled the room as dancers moved about the dance floor. A flash of black hair caught my eye and I turned to see Hayden strutting towards me. He had no business looking so good in a blue vest over a grey dress shirt and gray checkered tie. His eyes met mine and he grinned from ear to ear. When he arrived at our table, his eyes traveled the length of my body and I felt my cheeks and ears burning up.

“There’s no place like home,” he muttered under his breath and I barely caught what he said.

“What?”

“Nothing. You look amazing. Wanna dance?”

I looked over at Nadia and Steve, who were attached at the mouth. Sloane was nowhere to be found. I gnawed on my bottom lip, contemplating his offer. Damien’s words crept into my mind. You should give him a chance. Who knows? He might turn out to be a great guy. I turned back to Hayden and gave him a soft smile. “Sure. Let’s go.”

His eyes lit up as he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Maroon 5’s “Animals” blared from the speakers as we moved together. I swayed my body to the beat, lost in the rhythm of the music. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hayden dancing, but his eyes were fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze made my skin instantly flushed. When the song came to an end, a slower track followed and I took this as my cue to grab a drink.

“You thirsty?” I asked.

He nodded and led me over to the bar. I perused the menu. Damn, no alcohol. I ordered both of us one of the signature “mocktails.” The bartender gave us our drinks and we made our way back to the table. Nadia and Steve were missing in action, but Sloane was standing there talking to a guy with auburn hair. She smiled when she saw Hayden and I approaching.

“Hey, guys! How was the dance floor?”

“Crowded,” Hayden replied, sipping his mocktail. The redhead guy whispered something in Sloane’s ear and she nodded before he walked away.

“So, who’s your friend?” I smirked at her.

“Oh, just some guy in my Spanish Comp class. Whatcha drinking?” she asked, eyeing my glass.

“It’s the signature mocktail. They’re pretty tasty. Have you tried one yet?” I said to her, holding up the multi-colored drink.

“Yeah, Derek went to grab us some.” She looked at Hayden, then back at me. Her eyes silently asked what was up between him and I. I smirked and shook my head as if to say, “tell ya later.” Derek returned shortly and the four of us fell into a comfortable conversation. He and Sloane had a class together and had been texting for a few weeks. I learned that Derek was a sophomore and a member of CAB. I complimented him on the decor, to which smiled and nodded. He finished his drink and asked her if she wanted to dance.

“Watch my drink for me?” she asked.

I nodded and smiled as Derek led her out to the dance floor, leaving Hayden and me alone. He rested his forearms on the tabletop and turned to me.

“So, you excited for midterms?”

I laughed. “Who would be excited about that?”

“Well, me for one. It means the semester’s half over.”

“Hmm...good point. I guess that’s one thing to look forward to,” I replied and took a sip of my drink.

He nodded and we fell into an awkward silence, watching the crowd. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and spoke up. “So, I know I asked you this before, and I don’t want to come off too desperate, but I really like you, Kaia. And I know you like me too.” 

My cheeks flushed. How did he know? As if he could read my thoughts, he continued. “Your cousin told me.” 

Damnit, Nadia!

He smiled and continued. “Let me take you out. We don’t even have to call it a date. I just want to get to know you.” He reached across the table and took my hand in his, lightly brushing his thumb across my knuckles.

I looked down at our joined hands, then back up at him. My body reacting to the contact. Why was I acting like this? We were both single and obviously attracted to each other. What could it hurt? For some odd reason, my thoughts wandered to Damien. Jesus, what was wrong with me. He wasn’t available. It was because of him that I was hesitant to pull the trigger with Hayden. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my thoughts. When I opened my eyes, Hayden was looking at me expectantly.

“Okay.”

He seemed taken aback. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay, okay. Let’s do it. Take me out. When are you free?”

A wide grin spread across his face. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want to do,” I replied.

Something flashed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. “I think it’s time for another dance. Don’t you?”

I nodded and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. Ariana Grande and The Weeknd’s “Love Me Harder” started playing and Hayden placed his hands on my waist as we swayed back and forth. I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, pressing our foreheads together.

“Kaia? Can I ask you something?” he whispered into my ear.

“Sure,” I replied.

“What changed?”

I pulled back and searched his face. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I mean. I’ve been asking you out for almost a month now, and you’ve been side-stepping giving me a definite answer. Don’t get me wrong. I’m so happy you finally said yes, but I’m curious what changed?”

I thought back to the conversation I had with Damien in the bistro. How I was too afraid to pursue anything with Hayden because I was still harboring feelings for him. Would I ever get over them? Maybe in time. And he would always hold a special place in my heart. But this schoolgirl crush was getting in the way of me having a life. “Honestly? I just felt like it was time I got my shit together.”

Hayden seemed to accept that answer and pulled me back against him. We danced through two more songs, laughing and talking. As the current song was coming to a close, I looked across the room and saw him. Damien. The sight of him caused my breath to catch. He looked absolutely mouth-watering in a navy blue suit. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, giving me a glimpse of his chest. 

He had his arm wrapped around Alana’s waist, but his eyes held mine with a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy. He leaned down and whispered something into Alana’s ear, never taking his eyes off mine. Hayden came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Damien looked over to him, then back at me.

I was the first to break eye contact, turning to Hayden and telling him that I had to use the restroom. He nodded and headed back to our table as I made my way through the crowd to the ladies' room. I grabbed the first open stall and rushed inside, shutting the door. I leaned up against the stall door and sucked in several deep breaths. What the hells was wrong with me? I was here with another guy, but I was eye-fucking my best friend from across the room. Jesus! Get ahold of yourself, Kaia!

***

Damien

Alana and I walked into the gym hand-in-hand. The strobe lights danced across the room as some upbeat pop song poured from the speakers. We spotted Cecile and Rowan dancing together, the lights reflecting off Cecile’s Homecoming Queen crown. Alana pulled me toward one of the tables and set her clutch down on the tabletop. She scanned the room, taking in the decor.

“Well, at least it's better than last year’s theme,” she huffed.

I cringed. Last year’s homecoming theme was “Boot-Scootin’ Victory,” a western-themed event that was as cheesy as you’d expect. I’m not sure who approved that one. The entire campus looked like a scene from the movie, “Tombstone.” The dance was even worse. CAB hired a country-western band to entertain, and they played nothing but ‘90s country music for the entirety of the dance. 

The most amusing thing that happened was watching the basketball team try to line-dance. A video of the team’s center riding a mechanical bull went viral, causing his draft stock to dip. Apparently, NBA scouts frown upon a 6’10” player having almost-sex with his girlfriend on the mechanical bull at the school dance.

Cecile and Rowan joined us a few minutes later at our table. Rowan and I made small talk while Cecile and Alana reenacted an episode of Project Runway, judging the dresses of our classmates. Rowan left to go grab drinks for the table, leaving me with the girls. I leaned over the table and congratulated Cecile on winning Homecoming Queen. She scowled, then muttered thanks.

I chuckled to myself. She was probably still pissed about seeing me and Kaia together at the bistro. I know she tattled to Alana right after they left. That night, Alana came to my dorm. We fought, made love, fought again, then didn’t talk for two days. I remembered Kaia’s words in the bistro when I told her about mine and Alana’s relationship troubles. This whole relationship seems really unhealthy. There’s a huge lack of trust on both sides. That’s something a break isn’t going to fix. If she only knew.

Rowan returned to the table with the drinks. I picked up the glass and eyed it skeptically as the green and yellow colors swirled together. I took a sip and turned up my nose.

“What the hells is this?”

“Some signature mocktail. Pineapple, orange and melon juice,” he said, taking a drink of his. “And it tastes like shit.”

He reached into his suit jacket and retrieved a flask, pouring what I assumed was alcohol into the cup. He turned and offered me some. I held out my drink and he dumped a splash of the clear liquid into my glass. I shook my head. “More.” He smirked and kept pouring until I motioned for him to stop. I took a drink. It was better, but not by much. I bit my tongue and chugged the drink, happy to finally have finished it off.

As Alana and Cecile continued to gossip, I spotted Nadia and some blonde kid making their way towards me. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and moved faster through the crowd. She wrapped her arms around me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Damien Elvis Nazario! Have you been avoiding me this semester?” she squealed.

I laughed. “Even if I was, you’d track me down.”

“It’s like you know me,” she replied.

I looked over her shoulder to see Alana staring at us with a scowl. I detached myself from Nadia and introduced her to Alana. The two women sized each other up in some sort of awkward standoff. After several tense moments, Nadia grabbed the arm of the guy she was with and drug him over to us. “Damien. I want you to meet Steve, my boyfriend.”

At the mention of his name, I remembered Kaia telling me about him at the frat party. “Ah, yes, Tennyson. Good game today, man. You’ve been tearing it up this season.”

He nodded and shook my hand. “Thanks, man. I know it’s still early, but I think we have a shot at the natty this year.”

The two of us talked for a few minutes before Alana wrapped her arms around me from behind and began pulling me toward the dance floor. I rolled my eyes and said my goodbyes to Nadia and Steve, then followed her. We made our way through the tables and found a spot near the edge of the crowd. A slow pop ballad played and Alana wrapped her arms around my neck. I rested my hands on her hips as we swayed to the music. As we danced, I scanned the crowd.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I caught a glance of her on the other side of the dance floor. Kaia. My Kaia. She looked like a goddess in that shimmery red dress. She was dancing with some tall guy with black hair. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and she started laughing. The jealousy radiated through my body. I watched her as the other guy rested his hands on her waist. I wanted to sprint across the dance floor and break both of his arms. Instead, I stood there — my arms wrapped around my girlfriend — watching my best friend dance with another man.

She looked up and locked eyes with me. Her shocked expression caused my lips to turn up in a small smile. She looked over at Alana, who was talking to some random girl. She probably introduced me, but I was too preoccupied watching Kaia to care. I glanced over at my best friend’s date, then back at her. The two of us stared at each other across the room for several moments before I felt Alana tug at my arm.

“I’m going to go grab another drink. Do you want anything?” she asked.

I leaned down, never taking my eyes off Kaia and muttered in her ear. “No, I’m good. I’m gonna go use the restroom.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Alana move away. Kaia turned to her date, said something to him, then made her way through the crowd towards the doors of the gym. I waited 10 seconds, making sure Alana or none of her friends were around, then followed her. I reached the doors leading to the hallway when I saw her enter the bathroom. The alcohol began to take effect as I walked past a couple making out against the trophy case and stood outside the entrance to the bathroom.

Several minutes passed before she emerged. Her head was down, and she didn’t notice me until she nearly crashed into me.

“Holy shit! Damien!” she said, nearly toppling over. It was very reminiscent of the first day of school. I reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her. The touch of her smooth skin sent my senses into overdrive.

“We’ve gotta stop running into each other like this,” I smiled. She laughed and my chest tightened. My eyes raked up and down her body. Fuck, she looked phenomenal. That dress hugged her curves. I wanted to reach out and feel the fabric between my fingers

“You here by yourself?” I asked.

“I came with Nadia, Steve, and Sloane. They’re around here somewhere.”

I noticed she didn’t mention the guy she was dancing with. Which meant she didn’t come here with him. “No date?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Technically, no.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Hayden. You remember me telling you about him, right?” she smirked. I saw the amusement in her expression. Of course, I did. I was the one who told her to go out with him.

I nodded my head. “So, you finally decided to give the poor guy a chance.”

“I did. He’s taking me out tomorrow,” she smiled and it made me jealous.

“Oh yeah? On a Sunday?” I replied sharply, the alcohol giving me courage.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. He didn’t want to wait until next weekend to see me again.” I could hear the challenge in her voice.

I shoved my hands in my pants pockets. “Hmm...that’s interesting. Usually, guys who aren't that interested take girls out on Sundays.”

“Are you speaking from experience?” she scowled.

I shrugged. “I just know that Sundays are usually the day when people wind down from the weekend and prepare for their week. So, he probably won’t be all there mentally.”

Annoyance flashed in her eyes. “I don’t know why you give a shit, Dames. You were the one who told me to go out with him. He likes me and I like him. Why is that such a big deal to you?”

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. I mean, what do you know about this kid anyway besides his dog’s name and what classes he has?”

That seemed to piss her off even more. She stood up straight and stepped into my space. Her voice was low but held so much anger. “What the hells has gotten into you, Damien? First, you encourage me to go out with the guy. Now you’re trying to talk me out of it. You’re my best friend, not my dad. You don’t even know him, so stop judging him. The whole reason I’m going out with him is so I can get to know him. Why don’t you just back off?”

A loose strand of hair fell from her updo into her face. On instinct, I reached out and tucked it behind her ear, my palm brushing her soft cheek in the process. Her breath hitched at the contact. My eyes traveled to her mouth as she gnawed on her bottom lip. I knew my presence was making her nervous. That was her tell.

Thanks to the combination of the alcohol coursing through my body and the tension between us, I threw all inhibition out the window and leaned in to capture her mouth in a kiss. She froze for a moment, then her body melted as she gave in. A slight gasp escaped her lips as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but damn if it felt so right. My fingers tangled in her hair and I slipped my other arm around her waist. Her lips parted slightly, allowing my tongue to dart into her mouth and massage hers. I had forgotten how good it felt to kiss her.

”Damien,” she whimpered.

My hands traveled down her back and cupped her ass. She moaned in my mouth, the sound shooting straight to my dick. I pressed my growing hard-on into her thigh. ”That's it, Kaia. Say my name.”

”Damien, please,” she said, breaking the kiss. She pressed her palms flat against my chest and shoved me back. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You have a girlfriend.”

“And?” I replied, moving closer.

She stepped back. “You should figure your shit out with her first. I won’t be a cheater,” she huffed.

“Kaia,” I said, my voice coming out in a harsh whisper.

“I have to get back to my date.” She looked me up and down, noticing the bulge in my crotch. “You should probably do the same.” She took one last look at me before turning and stomping down the hallway back towards the dance. She stopped at the entrance to the gym and turned back to me. The intensity of her gaze made me want to march up to her and claim her in front of the whole school, but my feet were rooted to the floor. Her eyes searched mine, both of our gazes saying what our mouths couldn’t. After a few beats, she shook her head and walked back inside.

I stood there and watched the door, waiting for her to come back. When she didn’t, I sighed and made my way back to the gym. I scanned the crowd for her but gave up after a few moments. Spotting Alana at our table with Rowan and Cecile, I raked my hand through my hair and sighed before walking back to my girlfriend.

[marshmallowprotection]

If Saeyoung asked Lila to help him cause he wanted to try dressing lolita for a day - just to try, or maybe for an event - what would she do? If it was for an event she also wanted to go to, would she dress up extra too, or fit them (and anyone else dressing up with them) to a theme? Lets say Saeyoungs mc is dressing in ouji style to match Saeyoung, and Saeran is willing to match Lila? If you'd enjoy doing that much outfit coordination lol, i understand if not!

It does take a lot of prep work if you're really trying to make your look pop! Oh, God, now I really wanna write a one shot like this! I can't believe I never considered it. HERE COMES MY BABBLING Y'ALL HOPE IT MAKES SENSE

I can assure you that Lila spends a lot of time pilfering whatever little magazine spreads she can find on the internet as well as hunting them down in person.

She's got vision boards on the walls, a fully organized closet system and all her ducks are in a row. She is a visual girl, and she has lists and photos of what all she owns so she doesn't have to turn things upside down to make an outfit. She's very committed as it's her passion and what makes her sincerely happy. She may look like a bonkers madwoman if you don't truly understand it.

Now, she's never really asked anyone to dress up with her because she knows that it isn't everybody's cup of tea.

Everybody else supports her passion and never says anything rude about how much she loves big skirts and bows!

So, if Saeyoung approached her with the intent of trying it and interest in her opinion on the subject? Her eyes would light up and immediately she would start going through her archive with him, happily babbling and talking more then she usually ever does. She's normally a quiet girl but if you get her talking about what she loves, she just does not shut up.

I'd say it starts off with Saeyoung just wanting her advice. He knows his way around makeup and he knows how to put together a decent outfit and style his wigs, but he's never tried out something extremely frilly. Like, he loves dressing up and any excuse for him to be able to do that sounds really fun. Lila always looks really cheery, so he wants in on that.

He winds up getting her so excited about being able to share this special interest that she offers to let him tag along to a tea party that's coming up soon. Of course, they have to doll him up really good first!

They spend a while going on different coordinates that Lila has done in the past and her reference material, and the room they're sitting in is slowly covered in more ribbons and bows and frills from pulling out accessories and fabric samples as they sort things out and then MC happens to walk by when Saeyoung is dressed to the nines in a classic lolita type dress in pink to compliment his red hair, and Lila is beaming enthusically from the side in one of her own cutesy coords.

Saeyoung is like, "MC! You're missing out on the fun. Lila was just helping me find my style. I look cute, don't you think?!"

MC almost didn't recognize Saeyoung at first since they've only seen him in more... revealing feminine attire. This was a very nice touch and seemingly suited him very well. "You do look really cute."

And Lila, ever more devious at this moment, "Oh, if you like it, MC, I have some looks that would match really well with Saeyoung. I've had sets like this but I've never had a chance to share them!"

And that is how you get Saeyoung in frills and how you get a very dapper and boyish MC. It looks so freaking cute and there's so many selfies to be taken that day. She does that with Saeran too but those are her private photos and photos with Saeyoung and MC usually wind up in the chatroom!

She would spend a lot of time trying to stylized their looks and ensuring that they have things they like but also things that look really cute or sleek. If she didn't have things in their sizes, she would personally go about measurements and procuring the right brand of fabric to help them shape their looks out! You say the word and she will respect your limits and your dream look.

Lila is a very kind and thoughtful person. If you asked for help, she would help you from the basics to the more intricate. It doesn't matter if its a stranger or if its Saeyoung or Saeran or MC. She's more than happy to do what she can. She can get a little in over her head at times but she means well. She would always talk it out with the person she's speaking with and get an idea of their vision.

There may be a time where she's awake at 3AM at her sewing machine with sketches everywhere and fabric everywhere and her lips are curled into a grimace when it skips a row and THEN SHE CACKLES EXCITEDLY WHEN IT WORKS AND ITS DONE!

If they want to match with her but not go full blown Lolita, she would help them as well. There's actually a lot of Lolita who have partners that will dress up in a more casual way, like slacks and button ups. I'd say that Saeran could fall into both categories. There might be times where he's more then happy to let her do as she pleases with him, letting her fret about and piece together something for him. She's very mindful of his tastes and color choices, Saeran would get very cultured Gothic looks, nothing too regal or fluttery but very sleek and handsome. She would pair it with Kuro Lolita type styles, or stick to her sweet style so they're a couple that is opposites but yet perfect together.

He doesn't always do that, though. But he will respect her passion and if she wants him to come to an event with her and he wants to be low-key, he'll done more muted and classic looks. Ray's really the one that didn't mind the idea the notion of matching with her because she always got so excited about it.

Saeran just likes seeing her twirl and smile. He'd do anything for that.

Saeyoung definitely enjoys it the most out of anyone in that house though so her lovely brother in law is the one that goes with her to events! Saeran often goes too but more to be with her because he loves her so much.

[moonlightreal]

Winx Club season 8/1

In which the Winx are back and younger than ever.

Welcome to season 8!  I love this show, I love everything about it... including the parts I don't like, because I can snark at them.  So warning: there will be some snark when I see something dumb.

About the new art style:

Why I don't like it:  The girls have gotten a little more samey-samey with the loss of their individually shaped features, and Tecna's eyes shifted from turquoise to blue.  I know that's a tiny thing, a slight eye color change but it's one more step towards them all looking the same.  It feels like by the time we get to season 20 they'll be six identical fairies!  Also the girls now look twelve.  There’s been no mention so far of them de-aging so it's just the art style change, but... ok most of y'all wouldn't care but I'm writing a fanfic that parallels the show and now I have to decide whether to de-age my characters or what!

Why I like it: They're sooooo cute! They look like Moondreamers or Lady Lovelylocks or some 80s dolls!  I love it!

I have a theory about why the style change.  This is only a guess since I don't know animation, but is it possible they're using a program with sort of mannequins, and they're now using the same bodies for both Regal Academy and Winx?  To save money maybe, since now the animators will only need to learn one style?  Is that even the way computer animation programs work? Animators, help me out here!

And yes, Musa and Flora are now basically Caucasian looking.  This is not cool.  I have acknowledged it and written to Rainbow about it but since there’s nothing else I can do I’m going to enjoy my show in spite of it.  That’s my response to the color change; your response is something you’ll have to decide for yourself.

1 Night of Shooting Stars

We open at Alfea where some minor fairies are watching shooting stars.  Familiar minor fairies!  It's not just the Winx who have a new look; the whole class has been ported over.  I'm really happy about this!  I was sure they'd just do a whole new background cast and we'd lose more continuity, but here are Evie and Lori, those two dark skinned and indigo haired girls, and other familiar faces.

The Winx are up on a sort of bridge over the courtyard-- Alfea has had slight upgrades for the new season and it looks great.  And so do the girls!  They're so detailed, the layered outfits and all their accessories are so fun.  Their necklaces sway when they move, even, props to the animators.

Bloom is delighted by the shooting stars but Musa’s not feellin’ it, she was hoping for musical inspiration but it isn’t coming.  Flora, Tec and Aisha join them and it turns out Musa wants to write the new song for the concert tomorrow!  Tecna conjures her “astroscope” so they can watch the stars, and starts to explain something but Aisha shuts her down. Kiko pops up on the other end of the astroscope and scares Musa when she looks through.  

Out comes Stella, for a selfie!

In the Italian, Stella says “Selfie time!” in English.  Heh.

But Musas’s glum face spoils the selfie.  Stella says there should be no problem since, “You have ME to inspire you!”

Kind of not a great intro for the girls, but now we leave them and cut to Twinkle being chased by star-eaters.  Which are cool, as villain minions go.  They look like dark purple puffs or blobs, I’m getting a very Original My Little Pony vibe from them.  A whole swarm of them are chasing tiny Twinkle through the rings surrounding planet Magix.  They merge into a giant blob that roars as Twinkle flees towards the planet below.

Musa’s spidey sense tingles!

The star-eaters display their power of splitting into tadpoles and joining together again.

The Winx are concerned: this star is coming down awfully close!  Twinkle zooms above their heads and crashes in the woods.

The girls arrive in the scene we saw in the trailer and are immediately charmed by the sleeping Twinkle. Stella identifies her as a Lumen, “a creature of pure light that lives inside stars.”  They take their find back to Alfea to take care of her.

But evil is watching them!  Or at least a turban-wearing lackey of evil with a bunch of star-eaters around him is.  Obscura says, “Oh no!  That Lumen managed to reach the Winx!” so he knows who the Winx are.

In the Winx common room Twinkle is still asleep and the girls and Faragonda admire her cuteness.  I think she’s got some kind of charm ability!    Stella gives us some more information, “She’s from Lumenia, the star that lights Solaria.”  and Faragonda says Lumens never leave their stars except for serious reasons.

The next morning—daylight shots of Alfea, great cg—Twinkle wakes up, gets scared of Kiko, there’s some chaos and room destruction, Twinkle flies around screaming until she bangs into Stella.  Stella introduces the Winx, “We’re fairies and this is our school.” and asks why Twinkle came.  But Twinkle can’t remember.

Tecna scans Twinkle and detects “a memory lapse.”  The Winx offer to help her remember but Aisha thinks scaring her is the way to go!  So they try to scare Twinkle, who just laughs.  Short slapstick scene.

Then Bloom gets a text: the boys are coming!  Their ship lands in the courtyard to a rockin’ beat.  The girls stand with little hearts around them, Stella twirling her hair.

The boys look so weird in this art style.  I will try and probably fail at not mentioning this every time they appear.

And oh heavens, Brandon still has a deep post-puberty voice in his 12-year-old body.  I think this may be the same voice actor from last season.  Voice weirdness aside, he brought Stella a big pile of presents.  These two are the best couple.

Helia is showing Flora a picture he did of “a rose from the planet Iris, but its beauty is nothing compared to yours.”  Wasn’t Iris where Diaspro’s from?  Flora blushes and it’s cute.

Sky and Bloom kind of twirl each other around and laugh, which is sweet.

Timmy and Tecna are already up in the dorm working on a Lumen amnesia curing device, which explodes. Twinkle bounces and chirps, “Again!  Again again!”  Ok she is a little bit adorable.

They get the memory viewer going and its screen shows Twinkle’s memories of being chased.  She freaks out and flies into the air glowing brightly.  Then the memory viewer overloads.

Cut to the courtyard, the girls ponder what they saw while Twinkle looks glum.  Kiko tries to cheer her up. Stella says that Lumens are peaceful creatures with no enemies, so the girls don’t know what was chasing her.  Poor Twinkle is very down, and Stella prescribes music to cheer her up.

Over at Red Fountain we’re in either the ship or a locker room.  The boys are tired out, they’ve been on a mission to the Omega dimension before the Winx called!  Points to the writers for remembering the names of places!  Also points for how the boys are powering-down their suits, it’s a neat little detail that they do this.

The boys talk about how they wish they could’ve helped the Lumen, then do some reminiscing!  They had a mission on the planet Hypsos where they beat a horde of space mutants and destroyed an opal dragon??  And apparently neither of these was as scary as the landing!  Timmy, who was the pilot, droops.  Then he blames Helia for not being able to read a star chart.  It looks like they’re about to fight when…

A Mysterious Figure arrives!  Wearing a kind of ship-captainish coat and purple neck scarf.  Codatorta said he could come back.  The boys are pleased, more pleased than most of the fandom is!

The mysterious figure is not Venomiya, so there should be no sabotage at the Winx Band concert we go to next.  More great cg Alfea.  Is there an official map anywhere, of what rooms are what?  There are some weird outbuildings and stuff. I’m not even sure if the bridge is new or if it’s just that the girls didn’t hang out there in previous seasons.  And did the wings attach differently before?  I can’t tell if the school has changed shape or not!  I think it has...

And there’s a blast from the past, it’s Knut the ogre, Alfea’s handyman!  He’s back after many seasons, helping set up the lights for the concert with Kiko’s help.

And here’s Grizelda, and the new art style has not been kind to her!  She looks younger and has a more WoW art style look, and I don’t like it!  And whaaaaaat happened to her voice?  She does the ‘I’m watching you’ thing at Knut.  she’s not very nice.  I mean, she’s not supposed to be nice, she’s supposed to be a scary lady so that’s good.

The concert is being held at the top of the steps in front of the main door to the school.  All the minor fairies hang out on the steps or in the courtyard to watch.  It is so nice to see the same minor fairies as before.  They’re super excited to see the Winx in their—freaking adorable—concert outfits.  The girls are all in brightly colored fake fur and music note themes, with streaks in their hair.  Bloom dedicates their first song to ‘Our new friend from far away.’  and Twinkle giggles with delight.

And then… concert transformation! The girls’ PURSES do magical girl henshin routines and transform, Bloom’s into a microphone, Stella and Flora get guitars, Musa has a keytar and Tec gets a three-piece piano while Aisha’s got drums. Ok, I love this.  I know, it’s gotta be a gimic to sell toys, but sparkly henshin instruments, it’s wonderful!

The song’s all right, it’s Winx pop just like every song in Winx and I don’t think the voice actresses are in any way professional singers, but it’s fun.  Miss F, Grizelda and Palladium are in the audience.  Twinkle loves the music. Knut seems to be trying to pick up on the minor fairies, but Grizelda shuts him down.

Then the concert is rudely interrupted by a portal opening and delivering a bunch of star-eaters!  Twinkle sees them and remembers what happened to her and flies for help!

Stella observes the sun-eaters don’t look too scary, but then they all pile together into one big one.  Oh no!  The minor fairies, unable to fight since the artists haven’t designed transformations for them, back away in fear.

Faragonda and the teachers—Wizgiz appears too—direct the minor fairies to take cover inside.  The Winx transform.  Butterflix time!

Twinkle is impressed.

The girls fight but the giant eater can portal in and out and break apart whenever it wants.  Only Stella’s sun power seems to have any effect!  Then they get an idea: Twinkle lit up with the memory viewer, maybe she can help here!  Stella gives her some power and little Twinkle is just so happy!  She lights up like a sun and the big eater breaks apart into little eaters that all look despondent and flee back through their portal.

Since Twinkle has remembered everything, now she can tell her story!  The girls and Grizelda for some reason meet with the headmistress in her office.

Twinkle is the messenger of Lumenia, on a mission from Queen Doranna(?) to the “most powerful fairies in the magic dimension.”  The stars are in danger!  The eaters are eating their light!  I do like that there’s a reason the Winx are going to be called to save the world again, that Doranna specifically requested them.  

Then there’s… Faragonda tells them this is a delicate mission and to be cautious.  Stella breaks in with, “caution is our middle name!  well, more of a nickname.” Heh.

Then Bloom has an anime moment, she goes to the window and puts her hand up to her reflection, with a serious expression.  Not the kind of moment we usually get in Winx, and I really like it.  “Tomorrow we leave for Lumenia, Queen Doranna can help us understand what’s going on.  This is a mission for the Winx!”

[imdoingathingmom]

America Issa Joke

Paring: WOC!Avenger!Reader x Avengers

Word Count: 3734

Warnings: cursing, angry Steve, brief politics, no citing just stuff I've heard from the news, angst? eventual fluff? Awkwardness?? Idk

Summary: The newest member of the avengers is kinda a rebel punk? Punk in the sense of style and ideals. She isn't patriotic at all and has no filter on that big ass mouth of hers. So what happens when she voices her opinions around Captian America? How will the team react to her outburst? Can the reader make amends?

A/n: I know we all have different opinions and political stances so don't send me hate for this story. I just wondered what would happen if Steve met someone who wasn't patriotic and this is the result. Most readers probably won't be fond of this story because of how the reader is and some things she might say but I think you should still read it, even if you aren't a woc or don't agree with anything being said. Just substitute the reader inserts for a character or a name you, Idk. Remember it's a work of fiction! Just because I wrote this doesn't mean I think like this or whatever. I’m expecting hate for this so show me wrong? Anyways I hope y'all enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated!

You were in the common room that morning when Steve bounded in with a wide smile gracing his lips. Your feet were up on the coffee table and a big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch was in your hands as you watched some reality tv show Natasha had on. "FRIDAY call the rest of the team to the living room, please." Steve knocked your boots off the table and fixed you with a pointed look after he spoke his request to the A.I. You let out a huff as your combat boots came down with a loud thud and a bit of milk splashed onto your caramel colored arm.

"Nice one Steve," getting up you flipped him the bird and took your bowl to the kitchen sink as the rest of the Avengers started to flood into the common area. Steve ignored your childish antics and clapped his hands together once everyone was in attendance. He bent to pick up the remote and put the tv on mute just as you returned to your seat on the couch. 

"So what is it that you want Cap?" Wanda loosely crosses her arms over her chest and sat next to you. You placed your thick boots back onto the coffee table and looked up at Captain America.

"Yeah Cap 'sup?" He just pushed your boots off the table again and looked around the room, ignoring you completely.

"So as you guys may know the 4th of July is in a couple of days and I was thinking we should throw a patriotic party for the occasion!" Tony looked around the room in pretend shock and placed his fists on his hips as he glanced over at Steve.

"I thought I was the only one that threw parties around here?" The common room erupted with laughter, everyone was laughing except you. It's not that you didn't think the joke was funny, because it was kinda funny, but the situation kind of annoyed you. The 4th of July stood against everything you belived in. The holiday was a totally scam but you didn't speak up. You didn't say anything until Steve went around assigning your teammates roles and errands to prepare for the party.

"...with Bruce. Y/n you'll be in charge of decorating," you snorted and shook your head.

"No bueno Cap. I want no part of this little get together you have planned. Give my job to someone else please." Steve stopped and glanced at you.

"And why is that? Everyone else already has a task. I'm pretty sure they won't have enough time to take care of the decorations on top for whatever else they have to do."

"Well they're just gonna have to find the time because I don't want to be a part of any of this. As a matter of fact I think I might just take a small vacation away from the compound while you guys have your fun." The rest of the room was deadly quiet everyone was so confused. They all knew you could be a little difficult but no has ever seen you this stubborn before and that's saying something. You could be as stubborn as a mule after all.

"Why y/n? What's wrong?" Steve now had concern written across his face. He thought maybe you needed a break or possibly you were homesick. He didn't expect what would come out of your mouth next.

"Why? Why! Because I don't wanna be around to celebrate this shit show of a holiday! There's literally nothing special about it." You scoffed, and glanced at your black painted nails, as if it were obvious from the beginning. Steve frowned and looked over at Natasha in confusion, who in turn just shrugged and also glanced at her nails. Steve looked down at you and placed the clipboard he had picked up on the coffee table, while Vision leaned against the back of the couch to whisper something to Wanda.

"What do you mean y/n? It's the day our nation declared it's independence. How is that not special?"

"You mean a nation built on stolen land and slavery, right? I mean African Americans weren't freed until June 19, 1865 but you don't see that being a national holiday. You don’t see everyone celebrating it. Just some African Americans right?" Tony's eyes widened and Clint took this as his cue to silently leave the room. He was too old to get in the middle of this. Sam smirked from across the other side of the room while Natasha and Wanda just watched on silently.

"Well-" Steve was cut off when you abruptly stood up.

"Well what Steve? Were you gonna say, 'it's not like that anymore.' We may not be stealing land anymore but if I'm not mistaken my black sisters and brothers are being locked up and beat up everyday for the dumbest shit, even though we're-" Your hands came up and made quotation signs in the air -"free. We can't even walk down the street in our own neighborhoods without being antagonized or possibly worse. It's a modern version of slavery if you ask me."

"I-"

"Not only that! But our great nation is locking up children and women in cages who are only looking for a better future. Separating whole families for trying to leave behind a life of misfortune. Aren't we supposed to be the land of opportunity? Oh and don't get me started on our president. Because of that son of a bitch, racists and bigots now think its okay to openly terrioze innocent people again!" Your anger had you seeing red as you stepped closer to Steve, your chests almost touching.

"Y/n-" Tony cleared his throat and stepped closer to the two of you as Wanda and Natasha both stood up. They glanced at one another and nodded in silent agreement. You whipped around in Tony's direction, your dark curls almost whipping Steve in the face. Natasha took that as an opportunity to grab Steve. She had planned to silently lead him out the room but he stood his ground. His jaw was set and he was watching you with an unreadable expression.

"NO TONY! I think he needs to hear this. To actually understand why someone like me wouldn't want to celebrate!" Your hands vibrated and buzzed with energy. Your eyes started to faintly glow. The air was crackling and popping around you with electricity and Tony knew if you didn't calm down a disaster would certainly take place. He always hated when your emotions flared like this. It caused your powers to go haywire. "This country is a joke, most of our holidays are just capitalistic bullshit, this holiday is a joke, we're hypocrites, and everything is going to shit. We're supposed to be the land of the free but are any of us really free? I mean just think about it. America issa joke!" You weren't completely making sense now as your thoughts became a jubbled mess, but Wanda was at your side, and she had softly placed a hand on your shoulder. Her touch grounded you and as she rubbed circles into your back you had started to calm down, your posture softing and eyes returning to normal. You were fine until Steve decided to have a word.

"I understand your frustration but with all due respect y/n I still believe we should celebrate. Yes, America isn't perfect but-" Your temper boiled over again and the glow of your eyes started again and began to pulse. Without thinking your hands rose and a blast of electric energy rippled out of your body and into the air, bursting the lightbulbs and shutting off all power within the compound. The remaining energy pulsed foward like concentrated waves towards him. Of course Steve wasn't suited up so he was shoved backwards, his shield not being there to protect him, his feet dragging across the floor before his body was launched into the wall next to the tv. He fell with a thud and laid in a crumpled mess on the floor. Sam dropped down next to his friend and checked him for signs of injury. Your eyes stopped glowing and closed on their own. You began to fall to your knees and, as Natasha also attended to Steve on the other side of the room, Wanda held onto you as you blacked out.

When you gained consciousness later on you realized you couldn't move. You limbs felt heavy like you were buried in thick syrup. You eyelids felt like sandbags were resting against them and you struggled to open your eyes. Your throat was dry and your lips felt cracked. After a bit of fighting your body your eyes slowly opened. The lights were too bright and you suddenly regretted your decision, your head spun and you felt sick. You were laying in the medical wing of the compound, you could tell that much. You glanced to the side and notice Steve in the bed next to you. A gasp left your mouth and you tried reaching out to him, your limbs still heavy.

You didn't remember much just an argument that happened between the two of you. But every time you tried to remember how it ended your mind went blank and your head began to pound. A dry cough tore from your lips as you kept trying to recall your preveious moments of consciousness even as it pained you. A few minutes later Bruce, Natasha, and Wanda came in. They were talking amongst themselves.

"...emotions are out of control Bruce."

"That isn't fair Natasha she had no idea what she was doing."

"Wanda is right...needs...self-control-"

The conversation soon stopped when Bruce noticed you were awake. He smiled nervously and tilted his head in greeting when he made it to your bedside. "How are you feeling, y/n?"

Your throat closed up and tears welled up in your eyes. "What did I do?" Wanda appeared at your other side. She held your hand in both of hers but refused to answer or even look at you. Out of all the Avenegers, Wanda was the closest to you. She basically took you under her wing when you joined and she was like a big sister to you. So it kinda hurt when she refused to meet your gaze. Did you really mess up that bad? Natasha was tired of the awkward silence so she cleared her throat and began to answer your question since the other two wouldn't.

"Well what's the last thing you remember?"

"I remember Wanda rubbing my back. It calmed me down."

"Well she did but then Steve said something and you went psycho. Blew out all the power and chucked Steve against a wall." You heard yourself gasp and glanced over at Steve again. He was hurt and it was all your fault.

Bruce cleared his throat, "Vision thought you were gonna kill us all. Anyway, the medicine Dr. Cho gave you should be wearing off soon so you'll be able to get up and move."

Your head turned and you face Bruce with a tearful gaze, "is he okay?" Your voice was small and hoarse.

Dr. Banner gave you a sympathetic look and placed a hand on your shoulder, "He's a little bruised up be he should be fine." A breath, you hadn't realized you had been holding, left your lips and you nodded before glancing back at Steve's unconscious form. "When Helen releases you come down to the lab so I can run some tests." He squeezed your shoulder a bit and left the room with Natasha at his side.

The room was unpleasantly silent while Wanda sat with you, drawing patterns against the skin of your hand. "Um..." You watched her with your brow furrowed. "Are you mad at me?" She shook her head and continued tracing patterns. "Why won't you talk to me then. You haven't even looked at me since you came in."

"I'm slightly mad but I know I shouldn't be. You haven't had your powers long after all but I'm also scared y/n."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"I know I know you didn't but-" she finally looked at you and as you took in the sight of her puffy red eyes you realized she had been crying "-Vision wasn't as sure as me. He's not sure if you should be here anymore." You body stiffened, each muscle tensing up with worry, as your eyes teared up again. "I don't agree with him and he's so angry that he stormed out."

After some reassuring, you got Wanda to calm down as much as you could and she left the medical wing, but the sick feeling in your stomach didn't leave with her. She and Vision got in an argument because of you, Vision left because of you, and not only that but Steve was hurt, and it was all because of you. You laid still for a few minutes before Helen came and checked up on you. When she saw that you were okay she let you leave. Steve still hadn't woken up so you couldn't apologize and you didn't feel like talking to anyone else so you went straight to your room. You knew you were supposed to go to the lab and meet Bruce but your muscles ached and you were drained. You flopped down on your bed and tried not to think of everything that happened in the last 24 hours, somewhere along the line you fell asleep.

When you woke up it was hot and sticky, your curls stuck to your forehead and neck. Your clothes felt tight and uncomfortable and your throat was dry. You sat up and rubbed your eyes just as FRIDAY spoke up, "Good afternoon y/n, Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner request your presence in the lap immediately." You groaned and fell back into the mattress.

"Could you tell them I'm gonna get clean up first?"

"Of course Ms. Y/l/n"

"Thanks FRIDAY."

You went straight to the lab after your shower where Bruce conducted some tests and Tony had a stern talk with you. He basically wanted you to get a control on your mood swings. With that being said he informed you he'd be hiring a yoga instructor to work with you after your training. You argued with him a bit until he threatened to put you on medication, you figured yoga and meditation was better than that. After that was resolved you walked down the halls of the compound. You legs ended up taking you to the common room. You hadn't been here since your argument with Steve. The only person present was Wanda. She was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, a light blanket covering her lap. In her hands she held a teacup while a plate full of cookies balanced precariously on her knees. The tv was on playing some type of romcon with Zac Efron in it.

You sat down next to her and stole a cookie off her plate, "Hey Wanda."

"Hello y/n?"

"Did Vision ever come back?" You munched on your cookie. They were Iced Oatmeal cookies so they weren't all that soft but you liked em. Wanda nodded and took a long sip of her tea.

"Have you guys talked?"

"No, he slept in his old room." She rebalanced the plate so it wouldn't fall. You frowned as you finished off your cookies. That wouldn't do at all. You didn't like that they wouldn't talk all behind something you did. It was stupid. Especially when everyone knew how much they love each other. Their love was something young girls everywhere dreamed of, it was literally #goals. You stood up from the couch and brushed off your lap. Snatching the plate and tea cup from Wanda you set them on the coffee table and held your hand out to her.

"Come on, get up."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna fix what I broke." Wanda had a nervous look on her face but you both knew that you were stubborn as a mule so with a shaky breath she took you hand and let you pull her up. You pulled her along as you marched with determination to Vision's room. Your head was held high and your shoulders were squared as you raked your knuckles against his door. For awhile you stood there, listening for movement, and as the seconds ticked by you started to feel unsure of yourself. Wanda looked at you, her bottom lip between her teeth, and pulled your away from the door. Just was you guys were about to leave Vision phased through the wall nearby, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You screamed a bit and cursed under your breath as you clutched at your chest.

"Fuck hell, use the door next time." Vision just ignored you. He was looking at Wanda.

"Is there something you need?"

You rolled your eyes and stepped directly into his lime of sight, "as a matter of fact yes I need something," you hands came to rest at your hips. He finally looked at you, like really looked at you, and tilted his head as if to encourage you to speak.

"Alrighty then-" you cleared your throat and dug the toe of your platinum creepers into the ground "-I just wanted to say that I know what you don't want me here. I know what happened between me and Cap was insane and irresponsible." You glanced up to make sure he was following along. He gave you his undivided attention and with a shake of your head you looked away and continued. "I didn't mean to get out of control of course but that's not an valid excuse. I already agreed to start managing my emotions and Tony is taking care of it so you have nothing to worry about. But the real reason why I came to bug you was to ask you to stop acting this way with Wanda." You looked up again and his face didn't change. You couldn't read him at all. "I know you guys don't agree but it's to be expected. She's my best friend and you're the man she loves. You shouldn't let her choose between the two of us. You're hurting her and I don't wanna watch her in pain. You guys have been through way too much together to let someone as insignificant get in the way of that. Sorry for upsetting you..." You nodded your head to conclude your rambling and looked up at Vision from beneath your lashes.

His gaze shifted to Wanda and back to you. He took a deep breath, "I accept your apology y/n. I may have overreacted. I now know you wouldn't purposely put us in danger and I know how much you mean to Wanda. I apologize as well." He smiled at the end and pulled you into a small hug. After he let you go he pulled Wanda into his arms and kiss the top of her head. You took that as your signal to leave, smiling the whole time.

You were almost back to the living room when you bumped into a hard chest. A gush of air rushed out of your lungs as your ass came in contact with the floor. You groaned and began scrambling to your feet as a hand came down and pulled you up by your shoulders. "Um sorry about that." You looked up and were met with an ocean of blue. Steve Rogers in the flesh, walking and talking, as if you hadn't just knocked him into next week.

"Steve you're up!" You pushed away the mop of curls that had fallen into your eyes when you fell.

"Yeah, just got out awhile ago. I'm still kinda sore," he chuckled awkwardly as he rolled his shoulder a bit.

"Oh"

"I was actually looking for you."

"Well...uh yah found me." You mentally face palmed yourself. This wasn't going how you planned in your head at all. The hall was silent and the tension was thick. You palms grew sweaty and you nervously tugged at the chains hanging from the holes in your leather belt. You took a deep breath and swallowed your nerves.

"I'm so sorry Stev-"

"I'm sorry I-"

A lopsided grin spread across his face as you both realized you spoke at the same time. You tugged on the chains harder, swaying forward on the balls of your feet as you tugged. Steve waited for you to continue as you looked down at your shoes. He cleared his throat, "Um okay then. I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry. I thought about what you said and you're right. I've decided to call off the party." Your head snapped up and your eyes widened.

"No! That's really uneccessary. I was actually going to apologize to you too. It was selfish of me to kill everyone's vibe like that. If you all want to celebrate then go ahead." You nodded furiously and shoved your hands into the front pockets of your crust pants. "And I'll even-" you let out a resigned sigh "-take care of the decorations like you wanted me too."

"Really y/n?" His voice was full of joy.

"Yeah, yeah I will," you looked up and gave Steve a small smile. He pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight, crushing your arms against your side and making it slightly hard to breathe. "Alright alright Get the fuck off Rogers! You're gonna squeeze me to death!" You pretended to be irritated but Steve could tell by the tone of your voice that you were just as happy as he was.

[survivor-guyana]

Immunity Results #3

Meet Your Judges!

DAN

Hi sisters, it’s Dan, king of half faced selfies, here to roast your lip syncs

NEHE

Hi sisters, it's Nehemiah, king of not winning a game he deserves to win, here to judge you guys like you never been judged before, p.s Tim stop stealing my role as the one straight black guy in the org community

CHARLOTTE

hi sisters, i’m back from the dead and ready to roast some bitches. i honestly don’t remember if i’ve played more than one main season but i was in kuang si and really that’s the only one that matters. not sorry!

CONNOR

hey sisters, hope you missed me because im still not coming back.

DENNIS

Hi sisters, I was forced to write this start. But entertain me

JESS

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn't know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

HOSORORO

Dan: 31/50

Theme: 5 - No real theme tbh, I guess the editing incorporated some nice colors and stuff. I wish y'all could have been more in sync with a theme tho. Maybe I'm just being critical.

Creativity: 5 - The editing was creative, I liked the effects and the added little bits that went along with the lyrics. I think the difference between this video and the others tho was that the others tried something new and exciting to spice up their videos. Was it more creative? Maybe? There's nothing wrong with picking a bop and lip syncing, but it's 2019 ladies, spice it up.

Effort: 7 - She may have bought that hair, but y’all yanked it right off. I think some of you really tried harder than others, but I stan when people just do their best and record where and when they can. It shows dedication and I like that shit. I think that the effort into learning the lyrics without reading them off the screen and dedication to filming in the car kind of showed y'all want this.

Composition: 7 - BITCHHHHH I’M GAGGGGGT. It’s 240p, but honestly Ariana Grande who? Whoever edited this made it seemless, but honestly the low quality needs to get clocked a few points.

Entertainment Value: 7 - The dancing, the outfits, the lip sync skills? A bitch was entertained. While the other videos tried to make things new and exciting, y'all delivered what I think of as more of a successful project.

Jess: 34/50

Theme 8/10. If I had to say the theme, I'd guess that it's "bad bitches" which you all are.

Creativity 5/10. If a 0 is 1 person playing basketball instead of lip syncing at all, and a 10 is a full out choreographed dance number done by your entire tribe, I think this falls solidly in the middle. I don't think there is a lot about this that sets it apart from past music videos I've seen, but I don't think it is bad.

Effort 8/10. It seems like most of your tribe members were at least majorly involved and tried to make this good! And you all put effort into the dancing/attitude you had, it felt like everyone tried to match their actions to the song.

Composition 6/10. I think the editing is good and it matches the timing of the music which is nice, the cuts are usually on the beats! But it did get a little repetitive after a while, like I felt as though the same thing was happening throughout the whole video and there wasn't a variety in the images/cutting style/etc. I also think it was hard to tell if the video was in sync because for some reason y'all are in 2007 and only uploaded this at 240p???? Are you guys all over the age of 45 why did you do that. Finally, the flickering glitter filter was cool at the start, but I wish you'd spiced it up and not just used that throughout the entire video, also at points it was a little distracting due to the bright colours that would pop up.

Entertainment Value 7/10. Six of these points are for the girl who was in the car because she was killing it and I loved her. I took points off for a similar reason I had above -- it felt like the video was one note and I wish you guys had a little more variety throughout.

Dennis: 38/50

Theme: 6/10 Creativity: 8/10 Effort: 8/10 Composition: 8/10 Entertainment: 8/10

I know I will get alot of hate comments for this, but this in general is not really a song to lipsync too. EITHER WAY I think you did a good pretty good job with it. All of you seemed to enjoy yourself and the editing was enough to keep my attention throughout the whole video. I didn't really get the theme, but overall it was a very entertaining Lipsync!

Connor: 35/50

Ok this is good. You clearly all worked together artistically so that your individual shots were coherent. Im not crazy about the pink strobe kinda thing going on through the entire video but you were all performing and this is well done. Theme: 7 Creativity: 6 Effort: 8 Composition: 7 Entertainment Value: 7

Charlotte: 42/50

Theme:  IF THE THEME WAS FABULOUSNESS YOU ACHIEVED IT. ARIANA WOULD BE PROUD.  8/10

Creativity:  I feel like you could have done a little bit more with some of the lyrics but all in all I loved this video and now I'm just being picky. 7/10

Effort:  See above. I think you could have done a little but more but keeping the pink aesthetic through your editing and ALL THAT DANCING werk werk werk.   8/10

Composition:  Love. That. Aesthetic. 10/10  PLUS YOU'RE ALL IN THE SAME CAMERA ORIENTATION I LOVE THAT. LOVE THAT FOR YOU.

Entertainment Value:  FUN, ENJOYABLE, FLAWLESS, NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE. 9/10

Nehe: 44/50

7 8 9 10 10

Now this is a fucking music video work bitches work

TOTAL: 224

ARAKAKA

Dan: 29/50

Theme: 7 - Annoying advertisements? Trying to show the effects of product placement on our every day life? I loved it haha I was shook.

Creativity: 6 - V creative, but was it really a music video? I guess parts were but I also was like so lost after a while. I think song choice is always important and I was so bored during the song parts. I wish you had made the song part as creative as the ad parts.

Effort: 4 - Honestly the effort was misfocused on the ads and less on the music video, was I mad about it? only like 50%. the song was boring and just kinda blah so it was interesting

Composition: 5 - Choppy, but I can’t edit so rip

Entertainment Value: 7 - Honestly this how to video taught me so much and I’m shook. THE POPCORN I LITERALLY SCREAMED. While I nodded off during the music video portion, I stanned the ads

Jess: 32/50

Theme 6/10. I think your theme was ads? I didn't really understand it but it was fun and unique.

Creativity 8/10. I have never seen anything like this that's for sure.

Effort 4/10. It seemed like everyone in your tribe was in the video I think? But most of the stuff you guys submitted was 1 take/shot and wouldn't have required a lot of editing, which is the most time consuming/effort requiring portion of the challenge so...

Composition 5/10 The editing of the commercials was pretty good, but it didn't flow as well as it should have because the audio levels were a bit all over the place. Also at one point it was in colour and out of focus but I wasn't sure why? Also a+ for doing your video in 1080p (@ other tribes take note). Since the actual music video portion was just one shot, I feel like I can't really give you a higher rating than the other tribes in this category.

Entertainment Value 9/10 First frame: a guy in a Stitch onesie with a bottle of tequila and a mug that says "ray of fucking sunshine"?? I laughed immediately. Then I was shook when later I realized it was actually a shot glass and was close to the camera and it got even better. This whole video was wild and I had no idea what was going to happen so I was pretty entertained.

Dennis: 45/50

Theme: 8/10 Creativity: 10/10 Effort: 8/10 Composition: 9/10 Entertainment: 10/10

This is probably the last kind of video which I expected in a challenge like this. I think it was really creative and connected entertainment with comedy and a nice little theme. I am very impressed good job!

Connor: 20/50

“””””Acting””””””” “””””””Edgy”””””””” Eggs?? Im vegan. What was the point of this? Was there a point? Pop corn girl gets you an extra point but this is not a music video. To quote bandersnatch, you chose the wrong path.

Theme: 3 Creativity: 6 Effort: 4 Composition: 4 Entertainment Value: 3

Charlotte: 34/50

Theme:  I've been out of the ORG world for awhile but is this what music videos are now??? I feel like the music video of your video was sorely lacking. YouTube loves ads but not that many!!!!! I did think the ads were pretty creative though so I marked up points for that below. 6/10

Creativity: See above. 9/10

Effort:  It wasn't just straight up lip syncing so I gotta reward you guys for that. 8/10

Composition: That black and white switching to color towards the end got me fucked up. 6/10

Entertainment Value:  To quote the person sitting beside me: "OMG another ad?"Cute concept, not sure it works as a music video but you tried.  5/10

Nehe: 35/50

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Honestly this was something i never seen before and i enjoyed it hahaha

TOTAL: 195

TAKAMA

Dan: 26/50

Theme: 6 - Cats? Bikes? Awkward White People Dancing? Are these the themes you went for? If so, y’all killed it haha, but it wasn't cohesive and I don't get what y'all were going for really.

Creativity: 5 - honestly, I stan an original song choice bc I haven’t seen this before, but also, a song like this needs to be sold and I don't know if y'all pulled out all the stops. I would have liked to see more passion from some of you in the props and theatrics department.

Effort: 5 - Some of you seemed to try a little harder than others, but overall y’all were feelin it

Composition: 5 - A little choppy, but I can’t edit for shit so like good job?

Entertainment Value: 5 - Okay Miss Tim with that bike balance, idk your name sis (maybe Jones) but striped sweater, pm me on skype – dan.disbrow so I can buy it ty. Other than that I don't really remember much besides a lot of cringey dancing.

Jess: 29/50

Theme 1/10. Tbh I don't really know what the theme was here, did you guys forget this category??

Creativity 4/10. Pretty much the same reason that I gave Hororo's tribe a 5, I'm giving you a 4. I am taking one point off because they at least did some stuff to make their video more unique/specific to their song whereas I think you guys could have used this editing style/dancing/etc to any song and it would have also worked, so it wasn't super unique.

Effort 9/10. Everyone who was in the video seemed really into it and did a good job having fun! But this is a 6 person tribe... one person wasn't in it and they weren't the editor?? You should vote them out if you lose.

Composition 9/10. The editing flowed well, you showed everyone on the tribe a pretty decent amount, and everyone's individual videos were pretty on point for lip sync? Usually when people film on their webcams it's not in sync, but these were all really good! You lose one point because the video quality was low and wasn't 1080p which it really should be.

Entertainment Value 6/10. I liked everyone's attitude and dancing and I loved the cats. I originally had 5 but then I remembered the cats and went back and added another point. But I wish you guys had done something unique for each mini song, like maybe divided them up amongst your tribe, or had people change outfits or something? If you had done that, I'd have given you way more points for theme and entertainment value. But because it was kind of repetitive/one note, it's hard to say I was REALLY entertained the whole time.

Dennis: 37/50

Theme: 9/10 Creativity: 7/10 Effort: 8/10 Composition: 7/10 Entertainment: 6/10

Comment: What stood out for me in your video was the theme. I assume that you wanted to mimic the fans v faves theme with a riff off and I thought that was actually quite smart. Everything else seemed to be for me what I would expect from a lipsync, but besides the theme nothing that stood out to me especially.

Connor: 27/50

The lip sinking is a little off at times (im coming back to this part, in the middle / two ish minute point-on it is not good) and I think the transitions from song to songs could have been smoother, but I think this is creative in terms of it being a mashup. I think there could have been more “music video” aspects to it. In addition to y’all singing. EXTRA POINT FOR THE CATS ( stripped sweater??? who is this??? Queen????)

Theme: 5 Creativity: 6 Effort: 6 Composition: 4 Entertainment Value: 6

Charlotte: 28/50

Theme: Was your theme Pitch Perfect? Like, I'm not sure whether or not there was anything you guys planned out but it really just seemed kind of randomly thrown together.  5/10

Creativity: I liked the cats? 6/10

Effort: See above. I feel like y'all just kind of threw this together? It was missing something for me. The person in the stripes pulled it together for you though so 7/10

Composition: Y'all really out here in 2019 not filming in the same orientation? I'm deducting 50% for that. It's a travesty. Also, if one person does a filter and no one else does, does it really make sense? IDK.  3/10

Entertainment Value: ... again, I liked the cats. Plus the stuff with the bicycle was weirdly entertaining.  7/10

Nehe: 31/50

TOTAL: 178

Thank you judges!

That means, Takama, I will be seeing you that tribal council on January 28 at 10 pm est.

[meshugana1]

Girls being turned into braindead cosplayers at a local anime convention?

   Morgan slide through the crowd as she usually did. Her slender legs gave no impression as to their direction between her long strides. Her dress drew the eyes of those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her between blinks. Over the years going unnoticed came naturally to her, but in these places, it was only too fun not to make an appearance, no matter how brief. She could observe these places for years and never see the same thing. There were Deadpools beyond counting and more Thanos’s than the Avengers could ever handle. The unusual ones were her favorite. The Caskas’s and the Ryokos were few and far between, but they often had the most detail placed on them. That alone was worthy of her respect.

   But even more than the beautiful costumes that told stories all their own or the instant kinship two strangers felt if they wore complimenting uniforms,  Morgan loved the stories people brought with them. She had read signed editions of the original Ghost in the Shell and seen more Mobil Suit Gundam than even she could remember. She had no idea such vibrancy and beauty was out in the world. If she had, maybe she would’ve fought harder, perhaps so many things would be different.

   “Oh my God, Brandy! That’s so gross; you kiss him if you think he’s so hot.” Morgan heard as she, for the first time in a long time, felt a hard shoulder shove into her back. “Fuck, watch it, loser.” The tall woman said. Morgan laid on the ground, gasping elation from her open mouth. It has been so long since she felt anything, now a person had even spoken to her. So stunned by this miracle, she was that she nearly allowed her to leave. But as she leaped up and lunged at the girls arm her hand, as it had a million times before, passed through unhindered. Her heartbeat beyond counting for the first time since she read the first chapter of Dragon Ball.

   Caitlyn drew her hand up close to her chest, wincing at the sudden cold that passed through it. “Who were you talking to?” Miranda said. It wasn’t often she saw Caitlyn have a senior moment like that. “That little grey faced chick with the slit throat, duh? Now could you please tell me why we’re at this godforsaken place?” Caitlyn said. Her disdain for this sort of event was well documented. The odor alone was enough to convince many to stay away. “Because the food is awesome and cheap. Besides, there’s no entry fee if you have a costume.” Brandy said.“That’s what the name tags were for?” Miranda said. She would’ve preferred to simply pay the five dollars rather than argue as to what constitutes a costume with the ticket takers. Miranda glanced down at her “costume.” It didn’t vary much from her friends; all three wore a simple white name tag that proclaimed their assumed identities. Miranda bore the name “Aisha Clan-Clan” and had little to no idea of who or what that might be, she did hope that she wasn’t unintentionally appropriating something. Brandy’s tag proclaimed her as “Haruka Athena,” the only thing she recognized about that was the Greek deities name. Caitlyn had been dubbed “Mai Shiranui,” it sounded like the only named that actually might belong at this convention. “You better not have picked out something stupid for us,” Caitlyn said. “What do you care,” said Brandy, “we’re just here for the food. It’s not like we’re going to talk to any of these pathetic freaks.”

   Liars. These girls were all liars. How could they be so cruel to people they hadn’t even spoken to? To discard so much beauty and art and creation? These people could see her; they could finally see! How were they so blind? What had she ever done to deserve these frauds as the only people who could even interact with her? One of them had to be a witch, that or she had a lot of latent magical potential. Such a waste. But as Morgan stared at the girls, filling more and more with vitriol, a plan she had read in an old manga popped to the surface of her mind.

   "Pardon me,” Caitlyn heard a weak voice behind her say. When she spun about on her heel, she once again met the morbid little cosplayer. “What do you want, freak?” she said. She hated the culture surrounding the whole anime fanaticism, but she could still appreciate the skill applied in this girls makeup. It almost looked real. “Sorry, I just saw your name tags and I thought that was a clever idea. Very minimalist. Who are you supposed to be again?”“I don’t know; Brandy just got them off some website. What do you care?” Caitlyn said.“Oh no reason, I just heard you say you were here for food and there’s a ton of it over there for super cheap.”“Oh sweet! Thanks, kid,” Caitlyn said. The little girl smiled as she stuck out her hand expectantly. Briefly, thoughts of cooties entered her mind. But they disappeared as all the vitality seemed to vanish from within her as she wrapped her fingers around the girls. She felt her knees stake the floor and her eyes twitched in her skull. Her friends turned to see the color gone from her face. But when they approached her, her fit had ended. Caitlyn gasped for air and dubbed over, But she looked no worse for wear.

   “Cat! Are you ok? What happened?” Miranda said. She grasped her friend’s shoulder as she helped her to her feet.“I’m fine; I guess it’s the cleanse diet I’m on. Where did that girl go?”“What are you talking about, it was only you here,” Brandy said. Before Caitlyn could work up her catty rebuttal, there was an airy feeling around her. In point of fact, all the girls felt a sudden chill pass near them. The chill was countermanded by a sudden warmth spending from Caitlyn’s stomach. “Guy’s, I don’t feel good…” she said. Her scalp began to tingle and she scratched at it furiously. Brandy and Miranda watched as Caitlyn’s blond hair darkened, and watched still as it began to shoot out of her skull nearly reaching the floor. Both of her hands scratched at her growing tresses but did not alleviate the itch. She flung her head back, giving her friends a clear view as her modest chest ballooned out, popping several seams on her shirt. Then every string of her clothes seemed to instantly dissolve, leaving her naked for the briefest of moments until they began to reform. She wore a red Japanese style that left practically all of her legs, hips, and ass exposed, save for slim thong and the giant loose flowing red and white cloth that dangled behind her. Her chest, now nothing less than an H-cup, was barely contained by a top that threatened to release them at the slightest wrong movement. Her hair then spun atop her head and ordered itself into a high ponytail. Caitlyn still scratched her skull; a fire burned in her mind that would not die. But then her tired fingers stopped, and her arms fell to her sides. “Caitlyn?! What the fuck just happened?” Miranda said. Caitlyn had a glassy look in her eye, but suddenly she struck a pose. She produced a fan that matched her outfit from seemingly nowhere and declared “I, Mai Shiranui of the Shiranui school, will punish you!”

   Mirada and Becky tried to rouse her but all they could get her to say was “Me bouncy!” Miranda was so distraught; she failed to notice as her ears began to elongate. They became long and not quite elf-like, then took on a brown furred color. Her scalp began to itch as her hair turned a whitish blonde shade and lengthened all there way to her hips and a giant golden ring formed at the end of her new single braid. Her brown eyes turned blue as the burning in her head became worse. Her proportions did not radically change, but her skin turned dark and became brown. Instead of dissolving like Caitlyn’s, Miranda’s clothes seemed to blur. As if they reformed themselves too fast for the human eye to see. All that was left of her was her mind, and that was burning into ashes. She was dark skinned, but she was mostly clothed. Her chest was the only visible skin aside from her face, and it was on full display. Her bustier was white and her new, very short dress was green. Her arms and thighs felt so much muscular than before, even as the last bit of will was burned away she could tell how strong her body was now. Bandy was in horror as her friends became freaks before her eyes. And as she locked gazes with Miranda, Miranda declared proudly “Ctarl-Ctarl! Ctarl-Ctarl!”

   Brandy had no concept of what happened, but she knew enough to run. She forced her legs to move even as the burning came into her skull. She knocked over a girl in a school outfit as she dashed madly for safety, not even aware of where that might be. Her shoulder-length hair retracted into her skull and turned into a bright blonde combover. Her lithe body became sturdier with study muscle obscured by a thin layer of fat. Her beasts inflated almost in step with her gasped running, creating a massive window of cleavage. The burning in her skull became too intense. She stopped, her breath ragged and desperate for oxygen as she changes were carried out in earnest. Her hips pumped, her clothing vanished, and her body took on a look of a very youthful middle-aged woman. What cloth remained on her body shifted, and a cape sprung from her new shoulder pads. Her plump nether lips were covered by a skimpy blue thong that couldn’t be seen from between her cheeks. The golden crest on her chest left little of her ample new breasts to the imagination as the created a window both above and below her erect nipples. There was no fight left in her as her Hamas fell to the ground. The crowd around her waited, then she leaped up and declared “Eighth Wonder is here!”

   From the outskirt of the venue, a small girl could be seen enjoying the show as three new cosplayers flung themselves into their roles, genuinely embodying the characters they had become. Blank smiles decorated their faces as legions wanted a picture with them. Morgan only smiled, now she had the power to ensure people respected these places, and she was going to put it to use.

The end. Hope Y'all liked it!

[jaeminlore]

soulmate!chanyeol

a/n: happy birthday to @your-safety-pin !! (i tried to get this to post exactly midnight your timezone but i think i’m a bit late haha) youre one of the sweetest people i've ever met and I know chanyeol would fall in love with your if he ever met you ^^ this is too short and does no justice but i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

okay so in this soulmate au

it's the one where you have matching tattoosand some are on wrists and other are on hips or ankles

the important thing is that they all usually match

through time this has gotten more difficult bc some tattoos match up as pairs (two puppies, two apples, two clouds) while other match up as things that just go together (sun and moon, rose and dagger, anchor and rope)

so sometimes it's rlly hard to figure out who is your soulmate

you have a moon on your right hip just above where the waistband of your jeans would be

so anyway on your last birthday your friend bought you dance lessons, bc dancing is something you've always wanted to learn it's been nearly a year now and you're pretty good at choreography and coming up with stuff on your own

your teacher informs you that she wants you to help out one of her students, who is a great dancer, he just has a hard time loosening upyou agree bc you don't have anything better to do and you think it might also be fun

but you aren't expecting an extremely tall and handsome man to walk in, his puppy dog eyes and elf-like ears making you almost instantly fall for him

when the two of you make eye contact, something in the air crackles for a moment, like fire wanting to be released from its confidements, and you wonder if he feels it as wellhe doesn't seem to, due to his easygoing smile and the way he reaches to grab your hand, "hi, i'm chanyeol."

"y/n," you reply, your cheeks warm from the feeling of his palm against yours

and the two of you click almost instantly once you start dancing it's as if the two of you had been friends for ages

and chanyeol has this bright energy that really can't be matched but you try oh so hard to keep up with him anyway

every day you practice w him you feel warm tingles across your skin when he accidentally bumps into you, or holds your hand, or when you grab his waist to change his position

but as far as you can tell he doesn't feel anythingyou can't see through his pov thoyou don't know that your touch drives him absolutely insane and the way you smile at him can keep him up for days trying to decipher it

he adores your hardworking personality and they way you patiently help him learn his moves

he is absolutely mesmerized by your kind eyes and even kinder spirit

but you aren't his soulmate :(

chanyeol knows this bc he's already found his soulmate, a girl with a sun on her wrist, similar to the sun on his hip

they are different art styles, but they match

chanyeol has been dating her for over a year now and some days he wonders if being with his soulmate is supposed to feel it does with her... disappointing and filled with useless fighting,,, but those kinds of thoughts make him hate himself

they make him feel like a bad soulmatehaving a teensy crush on his dance tutor makes him feeling like a horrible soulmate

so he keeps his feelings for you locked up bc he's sure he can't let them out when they two of you don't match

it's cheating

it's wrongso he simply savors the feeling of your hands on his neck silently, for only him to think about

okay back to your pov

chanyeol has a big show coming up with a few of his mates, and there's a certain move he couldn't get down so he came to you for help

and he's dressed in a simple sweatpants and hoodie combination but you can't help but think of how cuddly he looks and how much you'd like to kiss him in this moment

"so i rlly want to get this move down bc there might be performance school scouts in the audience and also my soulmate will be there and she's pretty mad at me so i'd like to try and impress her enough to make her happy again"

your eyebrows furrow bc,,, well he's never mentioned a soulmate before and you always secretly hoped,,, nevermind it rlly doesn't matter now

except that your heart feels like it's breaking

"soulmate?" you almost choke on the words

"yeah" chanyeol replies, "we've got matching tattoos, see?"

he rolls up his shirt, and although your eyes want to linger on his toned abdomen, you force them to focus on the sun tattoo just along his hip joint

it's your tattoo

i mean, it's not a moon but it's the same art style and color shades and everything but when chanyeol pulls out his phone and shows you a girl w a sun tattoo of her wrist, more cartoon looking and less neutral in color, you find yourself discouraged

chanyeol is supposed to be w you,,, according to your tattoos,,,, but he thinks he's supposed to be w another

and it breaks your heart bc after all this your main priority is still chanyeol's happiness,, even if that means letting him go

"what's your tattoo?" he asks, reaching for the hem of your shirt

you swat him away and mutter something about not having a soulmate and something in chanyeol's expression falls

and you don't know why

but to him hearing those words feels like a million pieces of shattered glass have just pierced through his heart

and his tattoo is burning something fierce like he's close to falling onto the ground

you finally notice the way his body is shivering and the way his expression is falling "what's wrong?"

"i don't know," he says, and he truly doesn't know.

all he knows is that your words triggered something awful inside of him.

he marks it down as sympathy

you offer him your hand and when he takes it, the pain against his hip is too much and he falls to the floor, feeling this desperate and distant longing towards you

but he doesn't know what it is

"i h-have to go," he says quickly, and darts out of the practice room too fast for your liking.

and you feel a similar pain in your heart, this urge to follow him and hold him close

you know it's the soulmate link talking,,,, but he's made his decision,,,, so you ignore it

however, as the days go by, you wish you had followed after him

bc he left for good,,,, and the pain in your heart and your tattoo has you aching to see him again,,, if just for a fleeting second

maybe to clear everything up

and it's as if chanyeol knows when you're thinking of him bc suddenly the door to the studio opens

and you had just finished a dance routine and are now sitting on the ground struggling to catch your breath

but chanyeol's presence has you nearly choking on your water

"what're you doing here?"

he doesn't know rlly,, how is he supposed to tell you that he left his soulmate to be with you?

and he's never been good with words so he just sits beside you and places his hand on his heart like "it hurts"

perhaps you know what he's saying bc your heart is hurting too

it's a pain that pounds in your ears until the urge to reach forward and close the gap with your soulmate consumes you

"chanyeol, I have to tell you something."

"me first," he says, and without your answer he grabs your hand and places it against his heart. "i know you don't have a soulmate, and i know i already have one,,,, but i've never felt this feelings that i feel when i'm with you,,, and i've never felt pain like i've felt without you"

as says this he leans in, until his lips are grazing over yours, "y/n, i think i love you."

he kisses you, and when your palm runs down his abdomen to rest against his tattoo, he feels a rush of calm and safety in your fingertips

as much as you want to keep kissing him forever, you pull back and lift your shirt slightly, showing him the moon inked into your skin.

he stops and stares, and your breath hitches as he reaches forward to trace the design against your skin "you... you're my... so she and i were never — why didn't you tell me before?"

you bite your lip nervously, "you were so happy with her and,,,, that's all i wanted,,, was for you to be happy"

"i wasn't happy," he rushes to confess, peppering kisses all across your face and then your lips "i thought" kiss "I couldn't be" kiss "with you" kiss "bc i thought you" kiss "weren't my soulmate"

he pulls back enough to smile at you "but you are, so everything can be okay."

that's soulmate!chanyeol

and y'all live happily ever after pretty much!!!

<3

[jessejunkocreates]

BETTER GLITTER

I’ve done a lot of glitter research.  I’m sick of glitter being litter.  But...

Glitter is good.

Even if it's bad, and I know it's bad, but hear me out. 

It has one job, and it's to be sparkling and beautiful and everywhere and it's sooooo good at it's job! Glitter makes me happy. Glitter pisses off lots of people that don't make me happy. 

Once, someone sent me and my business partner at @hectorhandmade a glitter bomb at our gift shop, either they hate us and hoped to ruin our day, or they know us and love us and wanted to spread sparkly cheer; Regardless, there's still glitter in the Bead Bar, and it was an amazing anonymous thing. 

Tiny bits of plastic all over our planet, in our water, in our blood is definitely a serious problem. Just like glitter's goodness, I hope that better glitters can stick to everything and make people think about what other plastic things can be made with plant based alternatives.

Within my research I’ve found lots of better glitter solutions, and they’re affordable, accessible, and just as beautiful and “functional” as traditional petroleum based toxic glitters.  

Jennie Scarbrough, my best friend, co-owner at Hector Handmade and glitter enthusiast, tried out American made biodegradable glitter with her makeup and said “I’m wearing biodegradable glitter and Beautycounter mascara that I got from my best dang friend Jesse Beardslee. I feel like a million bucks but better yet I feel safe from the toxins found in my old tried and true makeup and I know that my temporary sparkle won’t pollute our water and land forevs. That’s a freakin win win right there ya’ll.”

You may have also seen our recent style spotlight on Ithaca singer songwriter Maddy Walsh of The Blind Spots.  I got her show ready for a performance with some compostable glitter highlighting a Beautycounter makeup look too.  Maddy said “The products themselves were wonderful and light, and I’ll pretty much be sold on anything Jesse puts her faith into, because I believe in her deeply-rooted sense of equity, quality, and all things good for the planet and humanity—right down to the shimmer we put on our faces.”

Expect that girl love to spread like sticky glitter, y'all!

THE BREAKDOWN

There’s a lot of options out there, and be wary of greenwashing.  After checking and trying I’ve found two American made, plant based glitter producers that I love on Etsy.  @altnaturals biodegradable glitter and Glitter Nymph.  Trust me, I weeded through a lot looking for the very best!

What I love about Alt Naturals is that the super fine glitter is lite and star dusty, perfect for dense application.  It does come in a plastic bag, but hey, they’re resealable, functional and better is better!  Chose from a small collection of beautiful basic sparkly blends.  This Florida based company sells Biodegradable Glitter and is what Jennie is wearing in the photo.

What I love about Glitter Nymph is that they have an incredible variety and that they incorporate other types of natural sparkle components like Mica.  You can also order it in a glass jar and each blend has a magical mystical name.  This New Orleans based glitter blending gal sells Compostable Glitter which Maddy is wearing in the photo.

THE GLITTY GRITTY

Alt Naturals line of biodegradable glitter products has been tested by the International Organization for Standardization (ISO), who ran a series of tests to determine how well the glitter degraded as well as any environmental or health impact. Their glitters are predominately made from a microcrystalline cellulose derived from plants.  The remaining ingredients are a combination of water, colorants, a binder, and aluminum. While the glitter does not break down 100%, it removes plastic from the environment and the remaining material is not harmful in such minute quantities.  Alt Naturals’ glitter will decompose wherever there are microbes present (which eat the cellulose). In a laboratory test, it took just about 106 days for 91.77% of the product to break down. In the natural environment, the rate will depend on the presence of microbes, but it will not be the many decades to centuries it takes plastic to break down.  *Your home water system is filtered and does not have microbes present - so this is not necessarily going to break down in your sink.

Glitter Nymph’s compostable and biodegradable glitter products are concoctions blended to perfection.  The base glitter is made from plants - some cellulose some from polyactide, which is then colored with sustainably sourced natural mica pigments, as well as natural and synthetic fluorphlogopite, (a completely safe, non-toxic and biodegradable alternative to plastics and other toxic minerals).  Current blends are compostable, meaning there’s a need for oxygen to breakdown the glitter.  Info about the difference between biodegradable and compostable glitter from Glitter Nymph’s Etsy page:  “Biodegradable means that a product can break down WITHOUT oxygen and turn into carbon dioxide, water and biomass “within a reasonable amount of time.” Compostable, on the other hand, means that a product can break down into carbon dioxide, water, inorganic compounds and biomass in small pieces in a short period (about 90 days), WITH the presence of oxygen.”  Glitter Nymph will be rolling out new 100% biodegradable and 50/50 mixes very very soon in addition to the compostable glitter mixes. 

BETTER GLITTER

Better is better, glitter is good, you are full of magic and I love you!  Enjoy some non toxic glitter by shopping with  Glitter Nymph and  Alt Naturals!

Keep the conversation going with us in our Facebook Group Beauty Justice and sparkle safely!