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sivyera · 7 months

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TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella

a/n: with songs to each character

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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love

Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.

Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.

When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.

Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.

On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...

He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast

Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.

She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.

She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)

She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.

She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.

She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!

Sofia - Clairo

⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder

Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.

He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.

He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.

Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.

He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder

Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.

She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.

She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.

She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.

She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.

She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.

Prey - The Neighbourhood

⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love

Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.

He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.

Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.

He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!

Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.

He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love

Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.

Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.

He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.

At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.

Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.

He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.

R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys

⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe

Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.

She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.

She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.

Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.

If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.

She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes

Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.

Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.

He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.

He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.

He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.

Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

⤷ Seth Clearwater - love at first sight

Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...

Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.

He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.

In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.

Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.

He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

⤷ Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers

At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.

She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.

Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.

At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.

Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.

When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

⤷ Paul Lahote - rough love

With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.

Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.

Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.

He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.

He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.

Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.

Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.

Little Freak - Harry Styles

⤷ Charlie Swan - old love

Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.

He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.

He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.

When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.

Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.

He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).

Burning Love - Elvis Presley

⤷ Bella Swan - teenage love

Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.

First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.

She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.

Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.

Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.

Electric Love - BØRNS

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love-that-we-were-in · 3 months

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indelible scars, pivotal marks

pairing: luke castellan x implied apollo!reader

summary: you might be the only person who actually knows luke castellan. you don't think anyone else is willing to try.

a/n: what if i told you i got yelled at a lot after writing this. enjoy! oh this is also my first x reader in the 5 years i've been writing who cheered. have fun !

Luke is fourteen the first time he can remember sleeping through the night. He’s barely been at Camp Half-Blood for three hours, skin still splotched purple and blue, Thalia’s yells echoing in his skull. There’s no silence, a steady hum of nature that’s leveled by the voices of people he doesn’t know, and he knows he shouldn’t sleep. They’ve lost Thalia, left her just beyond the borders of an unknown place, and it’s a risk to welcome the flimsy pillow they gave him. He does it anyway, eyes closing to the sound of Annabeth’s soft breaths.

The respite lasts one night.

By morning, he’s recounted the last five years more than he ever wanted to. Annabeth clings to him then, a known comfort. She knows the broad strokes of the story, could recount them herself, but there’s gaps from before her time, and there’s things Thalia made him swear not to tell. If she notices, she doesn’t comment, just keeps her fingers close to her side. He knows that’s where she keeps her dagger - he wonders if Chiron can tell as well.

Chiron brings them to Thalia, explains what happened and how lucky it is. Luke looks at the tree, the first time Thalia has stood taller than him since they met - something she always swore she would do one day - and leans back against it as Annabeth sobs into his shoulder.

Mr D sends Annabeth to the Athena cabin before lunch. Luke doesn’t need to be told to make his way to Cabin 11. He knows who his father is. His backpack is left at the base of a bed in the far corner of the room, a group of boys gathered around the area turning to watch him the second he walks in. They move away but they don’t stop their stares.

Sleep doesn’t come as easily to him that night.

You meet Luke Castellan when you’re fifteen, standing on the edge of the lake as a golden sun rises in the horizon. It’s your first morning at camp, your first morning admiring the sunrise in months, and you think you could find a home here. Within the hour, you’re sure the calm won’t be the same – too many kids in the same space, swords and satyrs and strawberries guiding the day along – but for now there’s sunlight.

“Breakfast isn’t for two more hours,” someone says from behind you. It should be scarier than it is, put you on high alert with the way he creeps into the space without a sound. “Just in case someone forgot to mention that.”

He’s pretty. Strong chin, dark eyes. On most people you’ve met, that’s where pretty ends. Not him. There’s this way he stands in your periphery; comfortable in his worn camp t-shirt, like he was made to live in it, to have it define him for an eternity. Very few people are pretty in a way that speaks of forever.

“I like to watch the sunrise.”

He hums. “I’m Luke.”

He waits, steps away, until you offer him a seat beside you on the grass. It was something you were told once, an eclectic art teacher draped in shawls and chunky jewelry, how the sun is only as beautiful as it is when shared with another. As Luke sits next to you, you enjoy the quiet you’re positive isn’t built to last.

Luke becomes a counselor that summer. Everyone saw it coming, the way he’s known to everyone and not just the Hermes kids. Whispers of a legacy, of a potential legend in the making, followed him already, two years at camp creating grand ideas for his future – counselor status just helps to further them. It’s not that big of a deal normally. It’s potentially defining when you’re the best swordsman in almost three hundred years.

You find him on his way back from the Big House that evening, heading in no particular direction but with a clear idea of where he doesn’t want to be. It’s something you’ve learnt to read in the last few weeks, the way Luke fluctuates. How he dips in and out of personas as if it’s possible to switch them out. It comes with renown, you suppose.

“Counselor Castellan, is it?”

He smiles something bitter. “So they tell me.”

Without hesitation, you take hold of his hand. It’s warmer than yours and you feel the difference in your bloodstream. Luke doesn’t look at you, doesn’t comment, and you lead him away from the cabins and down to the lake.

There’s maybe an hour until sunset. You’re almost attuned to it now, mornings spent watching it with rapt attention. Luke normally joins you, sword dropped between you. Some mornings, the thud of metal onto stone is the only reason you know he’s arrived, still so silent in his arrival that you wonder if it’s on purpose.

“Does it make you anxious?” You ask when the silence stretches on for too long, when Luke stares unblinkingly at the horizon for longer than he should. He blinks, irises shifting from a glassy bronze and back to muted brown as the film clears. “Did they even ask if it was something you wanted?”

He scoffs and you wonder if this is where everything changes. Luke always has things he wants to say, balancing on the tip of his tongue until he figures out how to swallow them down and burn them. It’s like you can see it play out in real time, his jaw shifting, arm tensing.

“Mr D told me it was a great honor. Chiron told me it was long overdue.”

“You weren’t given a chance to say no.”

It’s a pattern you’ve noticed, not just within camp but with all the Gods. Clarisse was sent a spear with no note, but everyone knew who had sent it. Annabeth’s hat was exactly the same. Gifts. All gifts. No receipts or return addresses provided. Life at camp was something to be grateful for, always, considering the alternative most of you had already been forced to live. To comment on it would make you an enemy of those too powerful to consider.

Looking at the tense set of Luke’s shoulders, you kind of want to say it anyway.

“I’m about to have all the glory Camp Half-Blood could offer me,” Luke says and the sun begins to dip below the surface of the lake. His palm is warm in yours again. “Why would I complain?”

There’s a flurry of new arrivals no one anticipated the next summer They come in pairs, mostly, with the odd trio. Always one unclaimed within the group. Always one who gets marched to Cabin 11 in the middle of the night, sometimes after hours of questioning.

You know the nights that it’s happened, taking in the way Luke’s movements are less sharp, the way he breathes more shallowly. A conservation of energy. It doesn’t affect you much until it does, the sharp sting of Luke’s sword on your arm as he loses his footing, turns too suddenly at the sound of your footsteps.

“This is insane,” you say as you press your shirt into the cut. It’s not bad, something that will heal quickly and fade into nothingness, but Luke locks his gaze on the red dotting your skin as if he doesn’t understand how it got there. “They can’t keep waking you up in the middle of the night for this.”

“The only other place they can go is the med bay and none of them have been beaten up badly enough to be worth waking an Apollo kid.”

“I’ve seen some of the kids when they’ve gotten here, Luke,” you mutter, shirt hem dropping as the wound stops bleeding. You glance up at him. “They could do with being patched up.”

He sinks down to the floor. You stay on your feet. “This is what I signed up for when I took the position.”

There’s this way Luke’s voice gets sometimes, sharp and low and just a little spiteful. A build-up of years with little mercy granted. That’s how it is now, speaking through clenched teeth, completely biting back the vitriol and pretending there’s no heat to his words.

He’s always been pretty in the sunrise, from the day you met, but you think he might be prettiest right now – lying to himself more than he can lie to you in the moments before there’s any sunlight at all. When you would let darkness spill into itself, Luke forces light to filter in. If you caught him at the darkest hour, you wonder if that would remain.

Taking in the way he digs his nail into the fabric of his pants, you doubt even he would know how to stop himself then.

You aren’t chosen for Luke’s quest. He finds you after the ceremony, face pulled taut and bag thrown over his shoulder already. There’s no regret in his eyes, no determination either. You stand straighter when you hear him approach, grateful that he cared enough not to take you by surprise for once.

“Don’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” You say. It’s disingenuous to your own ears, the way it pitches, so you fold your arms across your chest. “Chris and Ethan will be great questmates. A band of brothers.”

Luke swallows. “Is that really what you think this is? That I wanted to make my quest a guys trip?”

“I don’t think anything of it, Luke.”

In the middle of the day, you can see him clearest. See the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood the way everyone else does. In broad daylight, there’s few things more noticeable on Luke Castellan. The slope of his nose, the straightness of his back, the comfortable weight of his sword on his hip – almost a tether to who he proclaims himself to be. It’s your least favorite version of him.

“I would’ve chosen you. In a heartbeat, I would’ve chosen you,” he says, brown eyes shifting from dim to desperate in moments. A plea to be heard. You know you’re the only one to ever truly listen when he speaks.

“Doesn’t really seem that way.”

“I just needed a reason to come back when it’s over.”

It stills the air around you. The words tangle themselves together in your brain, drown out the archers in the distance, the birds overhead. They echo and twist and they maintain their tone, the low pitch Luke uses when he’s decided to say something he doesn’t want to be heard. They bury themselves in the corner with the other times he’s used it, forever ingrained, and you don’t know what to make of them. How to define them at all.

He waits, gaze firm, until you nod slightly. You keep your chin low, determined to give little satisfaction to the situation. To Hermes giving Luke a reused quest, to the possibility of losing him because you aren’t there. It curdles deep in your gut, refusing to remain unknown.

There’s a moment where Luke hesitates, his hand twitching slightly, arm moving minutely higher from where it hangs down by his waist. Instead, his fist clenches and he exhales long and low.

“Promise to be here when I get back?”

“I’ll be really annoyed if you’re not the one knocking on my cabin door.”

He turns back to face you after he joins Chris and Ethan at the border. They’re all capable, with a history of working together. They’ll succeed, return to praise and glory and everything they deserve to have. The sun beats down on Luke as he nods goodbye and you wonder if it shines on anyone else at all.

The scar becomes a part of him.

It fades into his skin with time, going from raised and rotten to a streak of pale across his cheek. You overhear some of the Ares kids praising it as symbolic of his win, a prize of sorts, and some of the Aphrodite kids saying it makes him more appealing, makes him look stronger. You’re not sure what you think of it, tracing it with gentle fingers as it heals.

It becomes a habit, running a knuckle down Luke’s cheek each morning. Feeling where the skin tied itself back together. He never comments. You want to ask if he minds, that you’ll stop if it’s too much. The first few times you did it, in the days right after his return, he had flinched, features pinching together. Your hand had dropped, all too aware of the matted skin, how it probably still ached but Luke had taken your hand and placed it back where it had been.

His scar becomes a statement, a badge of skill that everyone at camp can recognise. There had been little debate on the truth of his swordsmanship before but now it hardly existed, undeniable proof the first thing people noticed when introduced to him.

Most people don’t bother to ask Luke about it. Percy Jackson isn’t most people.

“You got attacked by a dragon?”

It’s the first time in years that anyone has joined you and Luke at the lake this early. Annabeth used to, on the rare occasions the worst of her nightmares returned. It’s different with Percy, like being close to the water rewires him completely. It makes sense days later when you watch him push open the door to the empty Cabin 3.

“Last year,” Luke hums, one hand resting softly in yours and the other keeping a loose grip on the sword handle in his lap. Percy had wanted to see him in action after hearing the stories, so you’d both obliged. “I made a wrong call and I paid for it.”

“At least it looks pretty cool.”

The way Percy says it is different to everyone else. It’s not ingrained with this odd lust, whether for adventure or the story or Luke himself. It’s more muted, a fact of life. He’s not saying it to make anyone feel better – he’s saying it to disregard. A scar is just a scar to Percy Jackson, as if he’s known too many to care.

“I guess it kind of is,” Luke says and the three of you listen to the morning begin.

#🖋️ abi writes…#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan x you

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kaiserthread · 3 months

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shopping spree

clothes/accessories the bllk boys buy you! characters: sae, kaiser, reo content: pro players, established relationship, f!reader, fluff lowkey my first time writing anything romantic so this might be ooc, was giggling soooooo hard while writing this part 2 here!

ITOSHI SAE - wool coat

took one look at you shivering and thought NO

buys you a nice wool coat for the winter months

he’s always giving you his when you guys are out together, might as well have your own for when he’s away

he sprays a bit of his cologne on it when he knows he’s going to be away from you for a while

sae worries about you, he hates when you're upset, hates when you get hurt, and most of all he hates seeing you in the cold and shivering because you refuse to wear a jacket that isn’t his. this brings him to his current predicament, he’ll have to leave you to go to training camp in the winter. “just don’t go, sae. who’s jacket am i going to wear?” you whine dramatically, draping yourself over the pile of clothes he's currently placing into his travel bag. “get off, I need those.” sae scolds. “and you have your own jackets.” “but they’re so much better when they're yours.” you pout at him. he sighs, knowing he’s already lost this battle. the morning he leaves is gloomy. he leaves early, waking you to kiss you goodbye and shushing you back to sleep. as you’re leaving you find a note on the hall closet, sae’s handwriting reminding you to grab a jacket. you open the closet to find a brand new wool coat, almost identical to his. you pull it on and catch the familiar scent of his cologne. reaching into the pocket you find a handwritten note that reads: for whenever you miss me, i love you darling

MICHAEL KAISER - jewelry

the possessive type honestly, takes note of your preferred metal and buys you a thin chain with a delicate ‘M’ on it

a charm bracelet with a blue rose charm

a dainty sapphire anklet to show off during the warm summer months

takes every excuse to buy you some new bling

michael comes home after practice with a familiar looking gift bag. he sets it down on the coffee table and kisses your cheek in greeting, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sits down next to you on the couch. “is that for me?” you gesture to the bag in front of you, “what’s the occasion?” you ask as michael leans against you, “practice wasn’t as long as usual so I got to come home to you earlier.” he reaches for the bag and takes out a slim box. you open it and find a sleek new bracelet, perfectly complimenting the others stacked on your wrist. “thank you mihya, it’s beautiful!” you exclaim, turning to press a kiss to his cheek. “but seriously, did i forget something? you can tell me.” he pushes himself up to kiss you, his breath warm on your lips as he whispers, “no my love, let me spoil you, it’s the least you deserve.”

MIKAGE REO - louboutin red bottoms

okayyyyy go rich boy!

but seriously he wants to give you the best of everything including something as simple as a pair of heels

so he buys you a pair of 100mm pumps in both the beige and black colorway

watched you struggle walking in them for .5 seconds before putting in an order for a pair with a lower heel

“are you sure you’re comfortable in those? let me order a pair with a lower heel.” reo is seriously worried that you’re going to trip and break your face trying on the gift he bought you. “babe seriously, it’s fine. i’ll break them in, put your phone down, are you seriously ordering another pair?!” you exclaim, moving over towards him to try to grab the phone out of his hand. reo is having none of it, taking advantage of the fact that your new heels are throwing you off balance to run off into the ensuite bathroom to place the order. he walks back into the room to find you sitting on the edge of your shared bed, arms crossed and pouting. he moves in front of you to kiss the pout off your lips, “angel don’t worry about it, that money is nothing to me. i want you to be comfortable.”

#blue lock manga #blue lock #itoshi sae #michael kaiser #reo mikage #sae x reader #kaiser x reader #reo x reader #bllk fluff #bllk headcanons #kaiserthread

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argisthebulwark · 9 months

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TES Summer Fest Day 7: Profane/Sword

summary: After years of practice Brynjolf can make most things look easy, but even professions snap when the lockpick breaks. no pronouns or y/n used for reader - 'lass' used once warnings: Swears, obviously. whoops, posting a day late due to computer issues. @tes-summer-fest | day 1 day 2 day 3 day 4 day 5 day 6

Watching Brynjolf work was as fun as it was educational. He’d taken to teaching you on the job once the training chests became easy. Sneaking came fairly naturally and pickpocketing was getting better with every lesson but you still hesitated when picking a new lock. It was simple in the Cistern but the added pressure of being in the real world was terrifying. Sweaty palms weren't suitable for quick jobs so you crouched, thighs burning while you observed Brynjolf.

There was something captivating about the way he worked. You took note of the various clicks and sounds, wishing you could take notes of all the things he pointed out. His delicate fingers made calculated moves, hardly twitching but the locks always clicked open. He had it down to a science.

“Shit.”

Well, until the lockpick broke.

You’d never witnessed it. Lockpicks had broken dozens of times in your hands but it never happened to Brynjolf. Your handful of lessons didn't cast a shadow on his decades of success. It was unheard of.

Brynjolf always had the confidence of someone who knew every detail in his field of work. You'd never seen him flustered. Silently you watched his brows tighten, ghostly moonlight revealing the shade of pink his cheeks had become. He still looked quite handsome even when you spied the rage simmering beneath his surface, a fact you'd keep to yourself until he was a safe distance from nobles and guards.

“See? Like I said, it happens to the best of us.” His tone betrayed just how annoyed he was. You watched Brynjolf’s teeth grind when he pocketed the busted halves of his lockpick, hand opened in a silent request for one of yours. You’d learned to carry a handful of extras.

“Fuck!” He hissed over the snapping of a second lockpick. You gulped, glancing around the house to ensure its owners hadn’t awoken. They were ancient but would certainly wake if Brynjolf swore any louder. “Fucker’s locked up tighter than I imagined.”

While you stood guard at his back Brynjolf cursed his way through three more lockpicks before the safe finally swung open. His expression was grim instead of the usual excitement when you shoveled jewelry and gold into your packs. Carelessly he kicked the safe shut, a dull metal thud the only sound in the giant manor.

“Does picking a safe usually require so much profanity?” You teased once the open road was under your feet once again, Solitude and its wealthy neighborhood safely at your back. Brynjolf’s hand slapped onto your shoulder when he laughed, almost sending your hefty pack falling to the ground.

“Sure as hell does, lass.”

#skyrim #skyrim fanfic #writing #brynjolf #brynjolf x reader #x reader fanfic #tesfest23 #prompt: profane #tw language

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It would appear that I've had this posted to AO3 for 5 months but I just forgot to post it here. Part 2 to Smile

CW: Swearing, almost kidnapping but she changes her mind and goes with them anyway even though they tell her she can go. I dont know man, i wrote this in the summer, the heat was getting to me But i think its good so have fun

You’d been driving for longer than you cared to realize with Tangerine’s foot pressed all the way to the floor. Lemon seemed much friendlier without the mask, and when he wasn’t trying to restrain you for your kidnapping on behalf of your ill-begotten best friend. And Tangerine seemed…much more attractive under that mask.

It was strange, looking out the window, far enough from the city that the stars had finally started to return. You’d been in a very stolen car, for what was about to become a very long time, with two very strange men. Not to mention you had at least 15 million on you in jewelry alone, and the fact that your father had no limit to what he would pay to get you back. All things considered, it made for a very interesting impromptu trip into the countryside, especially since you had a strange respect for them, though it seemed undeserved.

You looked out at the stretch of road ahead of you, then at the fuel gauge. You pushed up using the front seats and the corners of your lips betrayed you when you were closer to Tangerine than you anticipated. You took a second to compose yourself, a second longer than you would have liked and one he absolutely noticed. “You can get off at that exit.”

“As you wish, love.”

You smiled on purpose this time and flicked his earring as you lowered yourself back into your seat. Lemon looked at you then nodded up. “You’re a James, maybe a Thomas, but I’m thinking James. What’you think, mate?”

“Definitely a James,” Tangerine nodded like he’s been considering it thoroughly the whole drive.

“Is this some type of code or something?”

“Nah, you know Thomas the Tank Engine?” Lemon reached into his jacket to get something.

“I’ve heard of it, yeah.”

He pulled out a book of stickers and found the first one of a smiling red train. “You’re a James.”

Tangerine made a train sound from the front, “Hoot Hoot.”

Lemon stuck it on your chest and you had to laugh at the juxtaposition. “Hmmm, Lemon, you’re an Aquarius. Tangerine, you’re a Scorpio.”

“So certain.” Tangerine scoffed in front.

“Ahhh, that’s where you’re wrong, bruv. Close, but we’re twins.”

“I’m sorry?” You looked back and forth between them.

“You got something to say about it?” Tangerine asked.

“No, not at all. Just, surprising.”

“Is it?” Lemon leaned back with his arms crossed.

“You don’t look very…twinish.”

“Semantics, luv.”

“Try not to get too caught up in it. But I’m an Edward, Tan’s a Gordon.”

“What does that mean?”

“Edwards, kind, wise. Gordon here, strongest, most important, but doesn’t listen to others.”

“Not true, I’m takin directions right now. Turn where, darling?”

“Left. So I’m a James, he’s a Gordon, you’re an Edward? And you’re twins.”

“Right-o.”

“Exactly, and care to tell us where we’re going?”

“We’ll see.”

“You don’t know where we’re fuckin going?”

“I know where, I just don’t know if it’s still open.”

“This it?” You were nearing the end of the road and had to crane your neck up to see the top of the building. The light pouring out of every window was almost blinding.

“Huh, they must’ve expanded.”

“Clearly.” Tangerine huffed then drove around to the side to park.

“Right then, let’s go.” You went to open your door before Lemon grabbed your other wrist and Tangerine looked back aghast.

“You’re going in like that?!” He looked down at your dress.

“I don’t have many options.”

“Fucking-uh,” Tangerine looked around like he’d be able to find something in the impromptu getaway car. “Lemon,” he hit his seat with the back of his hand, “give her your jacket.”

“What?”

“It’ll be like a dress. People do that.”

“‘People’ yes. Me, no.”

“You’re really fuckin doin this now.”

“Not much of a choice, mon ami. Allons-y.” You got out and had to spin to get the last of your skirts out the door before you slammed it.

“She’s fuckin French.” Tangerine raised an exhausted hand towards your closed door.

“Her doll house as a child was a mansion, bruv. Of course, she speaks French. Let’s go.”

Tangerine slapped his hands on the steering wheel as soon as Lemon got out. He pushed his hair back then followed you in.

You got a few looks once the doorman let you in, Lemon and Tangerine caught up to you sooner than expected since they jogged to catch up. More concern was raised at the blood and bruises rather than anything else, but the Twins looking even more disheveled did not help your case.

“Bonsoir, madame,” you spoke to the woman at the front desk, asking for 3 rooms just for the night.

“Je suis desolée, madame. Il y a une chambre libre. Cela vous dérangerait-il d'en partager un?”

“Euh, un moment, si-vous-plait.” You turned back to the Twins, “I asked for 3 rooms, but there’s only one available.”

“So we…”

“We can share, or we can keep looking.”

“Ask her if there’s somewhere else we can look.”

“C'est le seul hôtel de la région. Mais il y a une auberge de jeunesse à environ une demi-heure au sud.” The only other option being a hostel, a half hour back towards the city.

“Merci, nous prendrons la chambre. Euh, c'est peut-être une demande étrange, mais puis-je payer avec…” You took off your other teardrop diamond earring, the largest in the center being the size of your thumb nail. “Ça? Et Nous gardons cela secret?”

She stared down at the gleaming diamond staring back at her. “Euuhhhh, oui, absolument.”

She gave you the key and told you the room number.

“This was the only option.” You led them to the elevators and took it up to the top floor.

You pushed the key in, the thick metal kind with the wooden tag on the end, and didn’t bother looking around before you went right into the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower!”

It took you 5 minutes of struggling with the back of your dress before you went back out to get one of them to help you.

Lemon had already passed out on the couch, flat on his back with his mouth open and one ankle thrown over the armrest.

Tangerine had his back to the headboard of one of the two double beds and was trying to find an English channel on the TV.

“Tangerine?”

“Yea?”

“Could you help me with the back?”

He nodded and you turned around, standing in front of the bathroom door. Your necklace, rings, and bracelets on the counter, obnoxiously catching the warm yellow light. It seemed like he was confused by the ties, either that or he was taking longer on purpose.

“You put yourself in a dress you couldn’t get out of?”

“I didn’t do it myself, I had a whole fuckin team. It was ridiculous.”

“Done.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything else, love?”

“No, thank you.” You held the dress up to your chest when you turned to face him. “Actually, could you call the front desk and ask for extra blankets?”

“How many?”

You shrugged, “As many as you think.” He nodded and you stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door.

During your shower, you were only focused on the absolute insanity of your situation and the growing aches in every place you were struck. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind that you were in a room with two complete strangers who just tried to kidnap you a few hours earlier. You were fully aware that they could still do so and get the very same ransom from your family, or save themselves the trouble and kill you anyway. They have the 10 million dollar necklace and who knows how many thousands of dollars of other jewelry in the same room, what more would they need. You lost focus and got soap in one of your cuts. “MMMmmph!” you bit your lip to keep quiet. “Holy fuck.” It didn’t help much.

You realized as soon as you shut off the water that you had nothing to wear. After wrapping yourself in the fluffy white towel hanging on the other side of the glass door, you crossed your fingers and hoped there was a robe in the closet. Opening it, you found nothing so you tucked the towel tighter and tried the one right outside the bathroom. Right as you turned the corner, your eye was caught by Tangerine again. Laying right where he was before, but this time looking much more comfortable and much more shirtless.

Your hands reached for the big white robe but your eyes kept straying to him. He wasn’t what you were expecting, thinking most men in his line of work were all dark and mysterious, lithe and acrobatic, thin and scarred. He was no such thing.

“You alright, love?”

“I’m not your ‘love.’”

“It’s just a phrase. But still–”

“I’m fine, just getting a robe.”

“Right.”

You went back into the bathroom to try and fix your hair into something reasonable and get yourself ready for bed with your currently limited means.

“You’re wearing that?”

You pulled the covers back on your bed. “You forget that I showed up here in a full ballgown.”

“That you did.” You laid down and tried to relax. “We can get you something tomorrow, if you want.”

“Like to wear?”

“Yea, so we can get out of here.”

“Where are we going?”

“Wherever you like.”

“No, it’s your turn.”

“Italy then. Fake names, sell off all your shit,” he waved a hand in the direction of the bathroom. “Buy a farm or something.”

“A tiny little island.”

“Exactly. And you probably speak Italian.”

“Not fluently, but I could learn.”

“Perfect. We’ll get you something to wear, head there right after.”

“If,” he turned to you again. “You pinky promise not to kill me.”

“That’s what you’re counting on? A pinky promise?”

“I find them sacred.”

“And if I break it?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“But you’d be dead if I killed you.”

“Only if I say so.”

He rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand to you. You linked your pinky with his and shook it.

“I promise not to kill you if you don’t kill me.”

“I promise. You sure you’re comfortable in that?”

“I’ll be fine, it’s soft enough. You’re fine sleeping in slacks?”

“Don’t worry about me, love. Good night.”

“Good night.”

***The next morning***

You woke up to an empty room, windows open letting the air in and fluttering the curtains.

There was a striped cotton wrap dress laying on the end of your bed. Tags and hanger still on, with another note on top of it.

We left the necklace and the dress, but we needed the bracelet for cab fare. Find us in Italy, you know where we’ll be.

From the shadow on the other side, it looked like there was something else written on the back.

Tangerine thought you’d guess, but we have a friend in Linosa, I’m sure you’ll find us there. Easy.

(pssssttt, please comment and reblog so I don't keep writing just for no one to tell me what they like about it. I'm also open to all sorts of feed back so if your fingers are itching to say something just go for it babes)

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sunflowerhae · 1 year

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I bet on losing dogs

Lee Haechan was born on June 6th, 2000. Making him exactly 3 months and 4 days younger than me. He is a Gemini. I used to tell him that this made him two faced, and he argued that it just made him more adaptable to different people, I couldn’t really fight him on it.

Lee Haechan was my first kiss, when we were 11 years old. He and I have been destined to be friends ever since the summer of 1994, when our moms were put together in their first college dorm. When I came out a girl, and he, a boy, our moms said nothing about it, but both secretly wished the same thing. We never told them about the day at the community pool, when they sent us both to get ice cream at the snack shack, and he had finished his ice cream while I sat, still working on my Popsicle. I told him I didn’t want to share, so he gave me a quick kiss - barely touching lips - and said that was enough to cool him off, before running off and jumping into the water, subsequently getting yelled at by the lifeguard. I sat still in shock until the feeling of my popsicle melting off the stick and falling onto my thigh jolted me.

Lee Haechan finally got the courage to ask me out when we were 16. He asked me to the prom, but I said no when I thought it was a joke. He pushed me, saying he was kidding anyway and I continued eating my lunch. Haechan told me later that he skipped 6th period to cry in the bathroom stalls like a little girl, I told him that he had every right to cry. At the time, when I got home my mom had asked if I was excited. When I asked for what, she explained that haechan’s mom had called to tell her what Haechan planned to do that day. I realized it wasn’t a joke. I ran the 6 blocks to his house and threw pebbles at his window when no one answered the door. I screamed yes when I caught a glimpse of life through the glass. Haechan peaked his head out just as I threw another pebble - it hit his eye, and he had to wear an eyepatch for prom, but I can still see his laugh as we danced, and that’s all that matters.

Lee Haechan made me promise to marry him when we were 18. He told me the day we were both 20, his birthday, he wanted to march down to the courthouse and sign the documents. I told him he was crazy, but indulged for fun and said yes. He got us rustic little rings at the farmers market.

Lee Haechan and I went to dinner on his 20th birthday. By then, I had forgotten about the proposal, and had the ring safety tucked away in a jewelry box. In retrospect, Haechan said it was better I wasn’t wearing a ring on that finger. Halfway through opening his gift from me, he said he wants to give me mine first. I was confused, until he started talking about how we were destined to be together, and he had loved me since he was 6 years old. He gets down on one knee. I don’t hear much of what he says after, I just yell “yes!” And start crying. The present I had gotten him was a watch, and left forgotten.

Lee Haechan married me 5 and 3 quarters of a month later. He was sweating like a turkey on thanksgiving, but I thought he was beautiful. He told me he thought the same about me. We barely ate anything at the wedding, and when I spilt McDonald’s ketchup on my wedding dress from my burger on the drive to our hotel, we both just laughed because we knew I’d never wear that dress again anyway. Our moms faces at the wedding made us laugh even more as we looked at pictures together, Both a blubbering mess, and one of them high-fiving. That made us laugh so much Haechan peed his pants.

At 21, Lee Haechan took me to the Van Gogh Museum for our one year anniversary. We were in awe of everything around us, and it was incredible. 19 minutes and 30 seconds in, Haechan turned me while starry night reflected on my face and the wall. He suddenly dropped on his knee and pulled out the promise ring from 4 years prior. In shock, I asked him what he thought he was doing. He ignored me and gave some half assed affirmations of his love before asking me to marry him. Even though I knew we were already married, I still got butterflies. My face was red enough to see even past the blue of the iconic painting of the night sky, and I just whispered a yes to get him off his knees. He loudly exclaimed that he couldn’t hear me, and it was then that I realized everyone was watching us. I quickly repeated yes louder and louder as he laughed and stood back up, placing the silver ring on top of my beautiful, actual wedding ring. Everyone clapped as we kissed, I smacked his arm. When I asked why the hell he did that, all he said was, “this exhibit is amazing, but I could not go 20 minutes without everyone seeing you and you not being the center of attention, and everyone not seeing how lucky I am.” I just stared at disbelief in him. He laughed and took a picture of my face before holding his arm out for me to take.

Lee Haechan was so many things.

He would intentionally stand behind me in every single line so he could draw words or symbols on my back, and if I didn’t guess them, he would pinch my cheek and call me silly.

He was a self proclaimed dog person. When I finally convinced him to get a cat, he said the cat and him would never be close, and it would just be mine. The cat and him ended up loving each other, and now the cat hates me.

He loved my little sister and she loved him. She was old enough to know married couples love each other, but young enough to ask if they could be married instead of him and me. He always said yes. When I would respond that I couldn’t believe this family betrayal, he would quote my favorite book and movie, Little Women, and respond, “I always knew I would marry into this family, Jo!” And I fell in love with him more every single time. I let my little sister have him for the day, because he is always going to be mine.

Lee Haechan is a lot of things,

He’s a cat owner.

He’s a gemini.

He makes music.

He’s mine.

I’m his.

He’s dead.

At 22, Lee Haechan is dead, and I am alone. I didn’t just lose a husband. I lost my best friend. My soulmate. My everything. The cat hates me, but looks for him around every corner, and lays in his side of the bed - she has gotten more used to me being there. I still feel his fingers on my back, tracing out the words “I love you”, I throw up. I feel his lips graze mine at the community pool, the coldness in my thighs wake me up. I feel his hands on mine at prom, my own hand lifting the eyepatch up as we both laugh. I hear his laughter in every Van Gogh painting I see. My sister asks for him, still too young to understand where her husband went. She asks me this, I tell her I don’t understand where her husband went either. We try to bring him back with our minds, it never works. My mom cradles me as I sob into her arms. His mom tries to reach out for comfort with me, but she has his eyes - I can never make it. I wear his wedding ring, it’s too big but I can’t seem to bring myself to go a day without it. I am 23. He is 22. I am 24. He is 22. I will be 70. He will be 22.

Lee Haechan is so many things. He is fire, he is water. He’s earth, he’s air. He will never be 23. I will always be his.

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dreamtydraw · 9 months

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i gotta know more about your mc and baxter (i am never free from this man somebody help me). do they date in step 3, or just crush on each other? and the angst, pls gimme some angst >:D

oh, and do you have any headcanons about them together? :3

*slap my knee* WELL HONEY you have a BIG storm coming-

I’m a multi-shipper so Cerise has a storyline where they date and one where they were just really good friends and in both cases: Baxter was someone extremely important to Cerise.

Important context to understand: Cerise was nonverbal for almost half of her life. She has an important communication problem that actively ruin her personal life as she struggle to talk to people and so not isolate herself. Regardless of the nature their relathionship take, Baxter is extremly important to her as he's the first person she managed to befriend by herself. He came off strong and she took her chance to try talking with someone else and it ended up feeling easy around him.

They are vastly different and this is one of the main reasons they work together: They get to experience, learn and witness a new way of living life. Cerise gets to build her confidence slowly, they have an agreable moment and the dating is all new and attracting to her. She feels a lot and is in the company of someone who appreciates her and makes her come out of her shell.

You can imagine how such an impactful relationship can turn from the loveliest encounter of your summer to the most emotionally damaging event of your life.

Also worth mentioning is that in my playthrough Baxter closed the door in Cerise's face while she was bawling her eyes out on his porch... Yeah it didn't went well....

The reason why this breakup impacted Cerise so much is how some little details spiral in an endless train of negative thoughts: "If I was worth it, he would have tried" and "I am not even capable to move on from something so insignificant for him" "I feel stupid for having felt confident" "I should have known that I was not made to be around people, I can't even talk to someone properly" "I'm too much"

Cerise's self-confidence got shattered, having walked right back of all the effort she managed to make and her mutism coming back into her daily life. It only took one conversation to ruin an entire process of self grow.

The reunion was a painful one and here is where I call my phase the: Baxter pain and regret.

Just imagine for a second, you are so miserable because of your own choices, you left someone who loved you by convincing yourself they'll move on and 5 years later when you meet them again they are a shell. You hurted them so much that to this days your presence haunted them, the person you loves because of their positivity, their smile and bright kindness are now dull, sad and scared. The regret of it all and the pain of wanting to ask why, to wanting to help but also desperetly not wanting to furter implicate yourself while they still look at you with hope. How much would it hurt you to be given a chance even after all you destroyed ? After all the joy you denied for both of you and with all the regrets of have spent so much time in your selfish perception of the world. It would sting and that something that can never dissapear, even if she's back, even if you try again, even if you make progress, you simply can't make up for what you caused and it hunt you at night. You always been loved, you always loved them, and like a fool you reciprocate those feelings by doing the opposite of what love is suppose to be.

NOW THAT ANGST HAVE PASSED- Here is some cute dating headcanon I have of these two :D

Oh and one last sad stuff :

Cerise cut and dyed her hair because Baxter used to say he liked her long orange hair and the compliment felt so bittersweet that she couldn't stand seeing herself in the mirror...

ANYWHOOZIE

-Cerise likes jewelry and likes to make colorful jewelry so she wanted to make bracelets for Baxter. One colorful green to keep as a souvenir and one black and white.

-Still on jewelry, they traded. In exchange for a bracelet, he gave her some rings of his (that she kept wearing for the 5 years )

-They kissed in the car watching the firework because Cerise doesn't like loud noises

-Cerise doesn’t like sudden louse noise but had fun listening to Baxter’s music during some car rides.

-Because she can’t drive she asked him to pick her up or give her a ride to some stores just to have some time with him.

-They met at the cypres during the "soirée" moment and this fun fact always makes them laugh, life sure like them together.

-Fear of the ocean vs Fear of height, both are here to help the other fight against their fear with a little help

-Cerise gave Baxter a glass shot as a souvenir and he only once drank in it alone but was too scared to break it so he kept it hidden.

-I have this hc that once they get married ( because yes they will ) Baxter has a picture of her somewhere in his office and if someone asks "Are you married ?" he just pull up the pic of his very colorfull and and cheerful wife so people look at him confuse

you married a rainbow ?!

-Everyone had their moment of "don't ever hurt her again" with Baxter but the worst one was Liz who profaned murder hunt if he did.

-Still, Baxter got accepted nicely back into the family.

-Cerise's services as a photographer got added to Baxter's wedding contact of people he can recommend and they at least worked on some weddings together.

-Neither of them are morning people, but they spend a lot of their nights hanging out and simply talking until late.

-Some dinner nights they take a detour to dance a bit on the side near the beach

-Travel around the world travel around the world! Cerise has some nice vacation places she wants to do with Baxter and they sometimes need some calm time.

-They just love each other, 5 years are nothing compared to the rest they spent together

THANKS YOU FOR READING THIS FAR

#my art #my oc #ask about my otp #olba oc #baxter ward #dreamty's ramble #olba #our life begining and always #baxter x mc

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ablogformyart · 6 months

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jewelry: bracelets ↳ “youngblood” by 5 seconds of summer (nov 2023)

#jewelry #bracelets #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer art #5 seconds of summer lyrics #5sos art #art #lyrics #5sos lyrics #5sos bracelets #5sos jewelry #youngblood #youngblood lyrics #youngblood bracelet #youngblood jewelry #polymer clay beads #heishi beads #nov 2023

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lashton-is-my-drug · 1 year

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5SOS Fashion account on ig has identified the ring both each Ash and Luke own and wear.

“Mafia Bling Ring”

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 15 days

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Fandom asks for MCU <3! 3, 5 (Loki), 6, 9, 17 (Tony), 22 (Emma)

3. NoTP?

Scott Summers/Jean Grey, Logan/Jean Grey, Anyone/Jean Grey (I mean, if I have to have her around in a fic and shipped with anyone, it's usually another character I don't dig either), Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter, Anyone/Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers/Sharon Carter, Steve, Bucky, Sam/Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts (I mean, I can deal with their relationship as a past relationship turned best friends, but I'm not gonna read or write their ship as I think they weren't really healthy for each other - like Ross and Rachel.) Loki/Grandmaster (I will make references to it as a past thing that Loki did for survival but he hates it). Loki/Thor (There's some pretty-pretty artwork out there, and I will acknowledge that it's gorgeous and can enjoy it as artwork, but as an actual pairing, no. Just not my thing.)

5. Out of all your fanworks that include [Loki], which is your favourite?

Obviously, my on-going WIP series Hemispheres would be the top of that favorite list, but then I'd have to say I'm torn between these two:

What's on your mind, half of the time, (brother mine)

and

A little shy and sad of eye but very wise was he

Both of them feature Loki in vulnerable moments. The first one, he's like 5 and tiny and adorable and scared of the storm. He gets to meet a stranger who boosts his confidence a little. And the second one, he comes back after a grueling time in Asgard with Thor, who's still being far too bullying, and his friends and is really low about it, and Tony gathers everyone up to make a blanket fort (as Loki's never experienced one before), order Loki's favorite take-out, and watch movies to comfort him. Wholly self-indulgent on the comfort side.

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

From "Too weird to live, too rare to die" (Justin Hammer/Loki)

“So Loki made friends with Natasha by helping her with mission stuff?” Justin roped them back around to the other topic.

Nodding, he answered, “Yeah. He did some spellwork for her. Imbued it into a piece of jewelry that essentially all she’s gotta do is think about how she wants to look, and that’s how she looks. The spell lasts as long as she needs it to, and then when she’s ready to not look different, she just thinks of herself and bam. Nat again. No more dying her hair unless she wants to, no more contacts, no more tech that can blitz out on her.”

Justin looked impressed. A little skeptical, him being a tech and science guy like Tony, especially tech, but still impressed. He wondered how Loki’s ‘magic’ could be utilized in their own tech, but he figured Tony had already been thinking about that.

“Nice. Sounds like he’s much better as an ally than an adversary,” Justin remarked as he finished with the last of the dishes. He dried his hands and hung up the towel again.

Tony took in how easily Justin took on the domestic task of dishes. Seems like he learned some humility in prison, after all, and wasn’t looking to be waited on anymore. Perhaps there was hope for guys like them after all.

“Much better as an ally, though don’t let the gentle smiles and the fun tea parties he has with Morgan fool you. He’s still dangerous when he wants to be. He’s like a cat. Don’t rub him the wrong way or you’ll find his claws slashing your hamstrings,” he joked, but the serious look in Tony’s eyes said he wasn’t actually joking.

Justin walked over to the fridge, grabbing a glass along the way, and filled it up with ice and water. He took Tony’s glass from him to fill it up, too, and handed it back, refusing to see the pleasant surprise in that gaze that followed him around to take a seat at one of the tall chairs at the counter. Cold, pure water rushed down his throat and gave him time to think of how to respond to what Tony said. Setting the glass on the counter, Justin turned it around and around, watching as the water remained calm even in its movement.

“You think Loki’s dangerous to people here and you let him stay? He’s really close to Morgan from what I hear. I don’t see him much. Passing in the halls, when we eat. That’s about it, but your kid adores him.” Justin let out a breathy laugh. “I think she adores all of us, though, so I think that’s just her. Big heart.” Like her dad.

Moving across the kitchen so he could belly up to the counter next to Justin, Tony took a drink of his water and set the glass down. Two men, both at one time consumed by the big buck, by reputation and prestige and power, by controlling the playing field where weapons and tech were concerned, rivals – not bitterly so but rivals nevertheless, now sitting side by side, drinking fucking water for fuck’s sake, when they used to be dripping in the finest whiskey and women. Burying the hatchet, and not in each other’s skulls.

Tony never would’ve believed it could happen, especially not after he and Rhodey had to face down Vanko and the shitstorm he brought that Justin bankrolled.

It was kind of nice, though, given that one of the last people Tony’d wronged in the past had injected his ex with Extremis, which still made Pepper a fiery handful to deal with, but at least, they’d gotten a handle on it for her so that she did set people on fire with her fists anymore. While he’d never specifically wronged Justin the way he had Aldrich Killian (and really wronged was a little strong for just saying he’d been a spoiled dismissive asshole), he had been a dismissive asshole, which pushed Justin to make one of the worst decisions of his life.

“I don’t think Loki’s a danger to Morgan ever,” Tony finally stated and tilted his head to meet Justin’s curious stare. “I don’t think Loki’s a danger to me or Bruce or probably not Thor anymore. Not since we’ve all sorta ganged up on Thor and told him not to be a dick to his brother. The stabbing’s stopped at any rate. You, though. He doesn’t know you well enough yet, so I’d just say...tread carefully. You never know when you’ll end up on a mission with him.”

“Yeah, about that,” a voice from behind them announced.

Tony and Justin swiveled their seats.

Phil Coulson met their eyes.

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

Okay look, I have so many bookmarks and fics I could recommend that are tear-jerkers, kept me on the edge of my seat through months and months, that made me swoon, and I could easily give any and all of those. I could and I would! But this asks for one fic, and I'm gonna go with one that made me LOL so hard it woke up dog up from a nap in the other room and had my sister asking me if I was okay because for a second, I couldn't breathe.

Clark's Chicken by @kleenexwoman

I don't normally read DC fanfic. I like DC okay enough to know generally who the major players are, but I'm not invested. However, I am invested in my friends and their creative sparks, unless I'm just really not at all into a particular fandom. I can't really write a full review to say what it's about other than it's not exactly safe for work, definitely not for kids, though teenagers would love this, I think. I think that's why I love it - I'm still 12 and masturbation and fart jokes make me giggle. (There are no fart jokes in this, but discussion around masturbation is.) I want as many people as possible to read this fic because all the laughter in the world could finally heal humanity, I think, and if we could all laugh our asses off at this one, it could drive out the darkness all around us these days. Seriously, I believe this fic has the potential to lighten the world, to drive out the fascists, to heal the sick and sad, to build a protective bubble around the vulnerable - all through the laughter that this fic will grace people with. READ IT AND LEAVE KLEENEXWOMAN SOME LOVE ON IT.

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [Tony] would like?

Book - American Gods - He really rooted for the New Gods at first, especially Technical Boy and Media, but somewhere in it, he really dug Mr. Wednesday, Mr. World (and especially Mr. World's reveal).

Movie - Real Genius

Show - McGyver (remake)

22. Give us a headcanon for [Emma]

So many people give Emma shit for being cold, stand-offish, and snobby, and because of this, Emma performs that to perfection. However, around those who see past this barrier, she's loving, warm, tender, kind, encouraging, compassionate, and has one of the biggest hearts they've ever met - and she uses her big bucks to take care of the people she loves.

Thanks for the asks!!!

Fandom Ask Game.

#Fandom Ask Game #stormxpadme #Thanks for the asks!

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DIY Agere Accessories to Make While Bored at Home! - LINK LIST

Ciao lovelies! You all have been asking for more Agere content and I’m here to deliver! While I haven’t had the time to make any new DIY tutorials for you all because I’ve been moving into my new home and doing online school, today I have gathered up links to as many of our posts that contain DIY’s that you can use to add Agere themed cuteness to your wardrobe! With each DIY link I will be explaining how it can be used for Agere. I will also be making categories, so scroll through to find whatever you’re looking for. If you have any DIY’s you’d like to see that aren’t on this list, be sure to leave a comment below!

I hope you all enjoy this link-filled post of DIY Agere accessories to make while bored at home, and hopefully I can make some new DIY’s for Agere soon! For now, let’s get into the list!

HAIR ACCESSORIES

1. DIY Cat Ears Headband – This can be worn with just about any Agere or Kidcore outfit. You can make this DIY in any colors you’d like, and with or without the bow. I have so many cat-ear headbands that I wear with my Agere and kidcore outfits, and even with my other outfits. I think they’re a fashion staple, at least for me they are!

2. DIY Monster High Bows – I LOVE Monster High, both when regressed and not. I think it’s a great show and movies for any age regressor. Naturally, I had to make a DIY of some MH themed bows. You could wear these in your hair, but also you could clip them onto the straps of a pair of overalls too!

3. DIY Unicorn Headband – Another super cute headband DIY. This headband can be worn with any cute and colorful outfit. I think it would fit in great with a rainbow themed kidcore or Agere outfit. Plus, you can use it to play dress-up or pretend!

4. DIY Pokemon Hair Clips – These are perfect as hairclips, but you could also glue on safety pins instead of hairclips, to make these into pins for a backpack or to go on a pair of overalls or even to pin onto a cool jacket!

5. DIY Mini Top Hat – This little top hat is perfect for playing dress up with! I also love pairing this hat with kawaii-themed outfits, not just for dress-up. I think this little hat would make a great accessory for you or a stuffie to wear to a tea-party!

6. DIY Summer Themed Tiara/ DIY Mermaid Tiara – This DIY is perfect for a Mermaid themed Agere or Kidcore outfit. It’s also perfect to play dress up as a sea-themed Royal! It’s not too terribly hard to make but I’d still ask for help from a friend, or make it when not regressed.

BAGS/PURSES

1. DIY Tote Bag from a Dishtowel – This DIY is one of my all-time faves that I’ve ever made. If you regress to a slightly older age, you could potentially make this while small, but I think I’d prefer to make it while not regressed. But it pairs nicely with an Agere or kidcore outfit depending on the pattern of the dishtowel you pick.

2. DIY Cat Purse – Another DIY I’d recommend to make when not regressed, as it is pretty complex. I based this post off a Yumi King tutorial (the video is embedded in the post that I linked.) I think this purse would go nicely with a pair of cat ears!

JEWELRY

1. DIY Chokers Level 1 – OFT’s basic level 1 tutorial for making chokers. I love wearing chokers with every outfit. They just make every outfit look super cute, in my opinion. This can be made to look very kawaii, kidcore, or any aesthetic depending on the materials you pick.

2. DIY Chokers Level 2 – OFT’s second level choker tutorial. This one is a little more complicated than the first.

3. DIY Alien Pins and Ring – This is a very old tutorial from an old blog of mine that I transferred over. I think this alien jewelry set is super adorable and could work for a space themed Agere look!

4. DIY Beaded Heart Necklace – Another VERY old tutorial from an old blog of mine that I transferred to OFT. This tutorial is a little complex, so I advise to make it when not regressed, but it’s cute to make in primary colors for a kidcore look!

So those are the DIY links I have for you all today! I hope you have lots of fun crafting! If you make any OFT DIY’s, please tag us on Instagram ( @onlyfunthingsblog ) or use #OFTreaders to get a shoutout, if your account is a safe account! (No gore, inappropriate things, etc).

#agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog #agere diys #agere diy #agere craft #agere caregiver #agere community #agere cg #agere crafts #agere school #agere classroom #agere daycare

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more obnoxiously specific bmc headcanons

- jeremy heere hates mint. he hated it before the squip, sure, but he really hates it after. he thinks its a horrible flavour and will never get it. he used charcoal toothpaste for a while but it fucked with his meds so now he just uses kids toothpaste. not that he’d ever admit that, because thats cringe of him, but hey. mans likes bubblefruit.

- michael mell is a headphones only bitch. he hates earbuds with a passion and has gotten into so many arguments with jeremy over this. it is their one big debate and it’s incredibly funny. michael will only wear headphones and hasn’t let anyone wear his headphones in at least 6 years.

- christine canigula makes her friends jewelry. actually, she just does it for fun, but she ends up giving it to her friends. brooke has like 20 pairs of beaded earrings from christine just dropping them in her hands. michael has friendship bracelets clogging up his drawers and his arms from her. she likes giving gifts to them.

- jenna rolan once ran a vaguely popular 5 seconds of summer fan blog when she was 12. she never told anyone about it but every so often it reappears in her memory and he gets embarrassed. she still knows how to edit photos and gifs because of it. not that she’ll ever admit it.

- rich goranski wanted to be a band kid so bad. he started taking saxophone lessons when he was 10 and he managed to get pretty good at it but kind of lost confidence to actually be a band kid (especially with the whole popularity thing)

- jake dillinger is colourblind. not to an extent that’s dramatic, but he genuinely just. can’t tell some colours apart. he got frustrated as a little kid because people would tell him that something was one colour and he’d insist it was a different one. eventually he just made it his brand to not match anything so people don’t judge him as much. he doesn’t always mismatch on purpose, though.

- brooke lohst goes through phases of starting to make crafts and learning how to do things like knitting, crocheting, and cross-stitching before completely abandoning them. she’s made a total of two scarves, one stuffed animal, and a sign for her moms kitchen. all the rest are works in progress she will never finish.

- chloe valentine hates valentine’s day with a passion. because of her last name, she thinks its stupid and she’s heard every joke about it in the book. she wants to stab anyone that makes a joke about valentine’s day to her.

#jeremy heere #michael mell #christine canigula #jenna rolan #rich goranski #jake dillinger #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #be more chill #be more chill musical #bmc #bmc musical

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task 12: secrets seven

read more to learn seven secrets about francis price!

Secret 1: Francis feels somewhat strongly about this: his living conditions need to be exactly how he operates and thinks, or he will experience a real panic attack. He’s come home in the recent past to find that his parents “cleaned” his living areas and bedroom for him, and the fallout was always severe. When Francis explains that he prefers his spaces to be his, this secret is the one he will always go into.

Secret 2: Francis would similarly have a real panic attack if this secret made its way to public knowledge: he worked hard to find the best clothing and jewelry (his ears are pierced) for his body type and spent an entire year researching online the coolest styles for his personality and style of expression. When people know that you tried very hard for your fashion sense, Francis has seen, they tend to devalue your wardrobe choices afterward. Francis will make sure that he is the only one who understands the effort that went into, and still does go into, his signature look.

Secret 3: Francis won’t mind if his friends or acquaintances ever learn this: he has perfect pitch. The Prices were not a musical family, so Francis discovered this natural gift in the spring of fourth grade, when he took part in an elementary production of Grease. (He played slick talker Sonny.) His gift of accurate vocal pitch discovered, Francis went on to learn the guitar chords for all of his favorite songs, including 80’s hits “You Might Think” by the Cars and “Take On Me” by a-ha. He still plays these songs in his bedroom and sings along to unwind after long school days.

Secret 4: Francis’s friends and immediate family understand that Francis possesses no instinct for physical danger. He would walk into traffic if he didn’t have a reason to stop and think about it, such as the bright red hand sign that urges one to wait to cross. If Francis ever gets seriously hurt—and he’s come very, very close—he will only have himself to blame for not letting this secret spread more widely.

Secret 5: Only Francis’s mother knows that Francis likes 80’s music more than any other type. Francis had to tell her in the summer after fourth grade so that she would buy him his guitar.

Secret 6: Francis wishes that he could talk about this more openly, but people wouldn’t understand his rationale behind using both he and they for his pronouns. The topic is widely diminished by those who do not want to learn more about it and choose to make fun of it. Francis likes the pronoun they because it shows that he is more than societal gender roles would imply. He likes the pronoun he because it shows that he is brave enough to identify as a man in a culture in which men consistently drop the ball.

Secret 7: Francis has had “prophetic” dreams before and entirely attributes his biggest successes to them. Francis knows that no one would ever believe him; he prefers for people to think he’s normal. That said, Francis’s dreams have encouraged him to choose, for example, the first option instead of the second option, which helped him meet a good friend of his at a summer camp that the first option he encountered during his day led to. They have also told him to stay home from school on a day during which the entire school experienced a three-hour fire drill, for reasons that Francis will openly talk about. The three-hour fire drill would have been disastrous for someone as spontaneous and free-spirited as Francis. Francis fears his entire circle turning against him and calling him “crazy” for believing in this special gift.

#happiestplacetask #happiestplacetask12 #tw anxiety #tw panic attack #tw mental health

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