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calumthoodshands · 2 years

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aria!! hi!! hope all is well!! may I ask u for a ranking of Calum's tour outfits 👀 sending u positive vibes <3

myle!!!! beloved. ok i know i told you i needed time but i am finally forcing myself to do this. unfair as we all know i can only put 10 images in here, so here comes my ranking of calum's top ten outfits of the tour so far!

Starting off, in first place:

1. Milan (May 8th).There’s just something about suits — black suits — that just does it for me. It’s classy, if you do it the usual way, but because he’s Calum Hood and he’s insane, he wore a mesh shirt with it! Gracing us all with nice sneak-peeks of his tattoos. The docs with it really make the look for me, making it edgy. 10/10.

2. Ljubljana (May 6th). Listen. You might not expect this one to be so high up, but hear me out — this outfit is good. He tucked the shirt in, wore a nice grey to let the blue shine, the shirt itself is just one of my absolute personal favourites of his. It has such a pretty colour, the collar is cool with its v-shape, and the necklace really makes it, giving it all a nice finish. The thing about some of his tour outfits so far is that they’re not always… complete. Like there’s a nice shirt okay, and pants, but that’s where the list ends. This outfit is different. It’s fucking good. Almost perfect. 9.5/10.

3. Zurich (May 2nd). Another rather simple outfit, but i really love it. I like the short sleeves on the shirt, the choker/necklace with it, the cut of the pants. The whole dark colour (black i’m pretty sure although it looked green somewhere) really compliments his skin tone. It works so well for him over all! 9/10.

4. Hamburg (April 25th). My show hehe. I LOVE this shirt. What the fuck! It’s so cool, I love the stark contrasts and the motive. Besides, he paired it with shorts (sorry not to show them but i couldn’t not show that grin), and higher socks, and it was just hot. 9/10.

5. Prague (April 29th). Look. The orange sleeves are an eyecatcher. They lift the whole look up to another level! (I’m also an advocate for orange.) i really like it even tho it was otherwise simple. Also, again, the short sleeved button up and shorts with the socks, I am a fan! 8/10.

6. London (April 6th). I think we can all agree that we went a little insane over this. Right? Like… that shirt… had no business being that tight…. Also i really liked the pants! Green on Calum Hood is always a yes from me. And he’s smiling so cute. Apart from that: arm. Thank you! 7/10.

7. Plymouth (April 11th). This outfit has one fault. It is just a little too boring. I love the button up! It’s flowey and of thin material and an interesting pale colour, the cut is really nice, and he makes the wide pants with it work. But. It doesn’t go much further than that unfortunately. Great potential, but not perfectly executed. 7/10.

8. Vienna (May 3rd). Vienna! Vienna. If you missed my reblog spree of this photo you missed out. I reblogged that photo 20 times for a reason. I like this outfit! More every day than stage maybe, but I like that it puts black on the sideline for once, and the grey pants look great on him. The shirt is obviously also very nice. Also necklace. He knows what he’s doing with that and i don’t like it. 6.89/10.

9. Banquet Show (1) in London (April 1st)/Liverpool (April 9th). I’m putting these two together because he wore the same pants and only a different shirt in Liverpool with it. I like the pants, they’re fun! And especially in this case i like the long sleeve bc of the flames on the sleeve. He also wore the necklace with it. Even tho this is also a cosier outfit, the pants do make it and allow this one to be a 6/10.

10. Budapest (April 30th). The thing about this outfit is that while, Arm, that’s also it. I do appreciate arm but i also appreciate fitted clothes, sorry. It’s over all also very… normal. In comparison to the others. So that’s while it only gets a 4/10. Sorry!

Thank you so much for making me do this Myle, it was more fun than I expected!! I hope whoever read it enjoyed it and let me know where you disagree. I’m open to all opinions. Love you Myle!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

#ask #myle <>#fettuccinecaterpillar #tmh 2022 #calum hood #i now realised you didn’t ask for a judgement of them but i did it anyway oopos #long post #calum in... orange

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boba-beom · 1 year

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OH YAYY, it's so good that you're finally feeling so much better❤️❤️ oooh omg i used to love teen beach 1, ross lynch was my childhood crush🥺 and the camp rock movies are so iconic tbh. i don't really recognize the rest though, are they newer than the rest of the movies you mentioned?

yess, it was so nice. my dad cooked his special dish for me one day and brought me a glass of fresh orange juice every morning🥺 i'm feeling waaay better, totally over it by now. but yeah, i found the way i caught covid so ironic, because i barely leave the house as it is and the one day i did it happened haha. but hey, at least it's over now. how have you been? how's uni going? exam season is pretty close for me and i'm a bit stressed 😅

BLONDE HAIR TAEHYUN??? CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING??? i love blonde hair tyun too!! i think blonde, silver, pink and black are his best haircolors❤️ OMG BLUE WOULD SUIT HIM SO WELL TOO THO👀👀 i hope we get to see him in that haircolor. i loved the album preview, every single track sounded so good. i know for sure tinnitus and the devil by the window are probably going to be my favorites. i can't wait to see their choreos either, they're always so creative. but all in all i feel like this music genre suits all of their voices so much so i'm super excited to hear the full songs!! only four days left ahh

hi love!! i know this one is a late reply gfjrnkefn but yes disenchanted came out last year! i'm planning on watching more movies while i do my portfolio, i haven't watched avatar: way of the water yet but i wanna watch the first avatar again because i can't remember much from it ^^

i love it when our parents do the smallest things to look after us when we're sick. i've been feeling extremely sentimental and homesick recently, more than usual, but i just remember to call up my parents and my sister when they're free instead of moping around. but i've been okay as of recent, just trying to get into my work again but catching up with whatever txt content i can. i have faith that you will be alright and will do well for the exam! don't stress too much about it and take some breaks in between :>

OKAY SO LMAO turns out he only bleached his hair to top up the pink, but i think the pink is definitely a pretty colour on him, especially the contrast from his skin tone, it compliments him well imo <3 but i'm still holding onto the hopes of seeing blue kang taehyun and i will apologise for the person i will become when that happens 🥹 you can definitely tell they worked hard for this album, just as much as the previous ones for sure! and you're so right, it really does suit their voices and I can't believe that my ranking has been fluctuating, but as expected from txt. right now, sugar rush ride and farewell neverland are joint first, devil by the window is strong at third place, and happy fools keeps interchanging with tinnitus 🫣 coi leray's rap for happy fools is addicting aaaah

#ᥫ᭡ : asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#aprilisque ♡#april ♡

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the-girl-who-cried-wolf · 3 years

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Fingertips on me

5SOS Calum Hood fan fic

This was mainly inspired by the pretty nail polish Calum was wearing lately, so I ended up writing a random fic about it <3 not much else to say really, enjoy reading!!

Background: painting Cal's nails for him can be fun, but he's always a little impatient

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

“Y/n?”

Calum’s voice echoed through the apartment, reaching all the way to where you sat on your shared bed, busily typing away on your laptop. You looked up as he came into the room, a box in his hand and a frown on his face.

“Hey, y/n, can you help me out here?”

“Sure, love, what is it?” You shut your laptop and pushed it onto the bed beside you as he came over, fingers dancing through the bottles of nail polish that were neatly arranged in the box.

“I need to pick a colour, and I don’t know what will suit best…” he hummed as he sat beside you, picking out a bottle of bright pink to see the colour, then dropping it back and checking another one.

“You’re painting your nails?”

“Yeah,” he looked up at you, a shy smile dancing over his face. “Me and the boys wanted to do a photoshoot tomorrow and we all decided that we’d do our nails, and maybe a little makeup or something for it.”

You grinned back at him. “That sounds awesome, Cal.” You leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder and watching his fingers sort through the bottles, making soft clinking noises with every movement.

“You know I love when your nails are painted,” you murmured, pressing a light kiss onto his arm. He stopped sorting through the bottles for a second, picking up on what you were doing before you had even started.

“Yeah?” He turned his head to look at you, his hand abandoning the polishes in favour of dragging a finger across your jaw, turning your gaze to him. He was sitting so close already, he just had to look down at your lips and you were done. How did he do this so effortlessly? His voice was low as he continued, “Well how about you help me paint them first, then you can look at them all you want.”

“Just look?” you said with a sly grin.

He smirked at that. “We’ll see. But we have to paint ‘em first, okay?” You just sighed as he turned back to the box, lifting out a bright orange one with a frown. “The fuck is this?” He spun the bottle around to read the label. “Sunburst Grapefruit. You couldn’t just call it orange could you? Pretentious bastards.” You chuckled at that, earning a smile from him.

“Do you know what colour you wanted? Did you guys have a theme in mind or something?”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “Ash said he’d do red, and Luke’s are already silver I think. And Michael wasn’t sure yet but I’m assuming he’d do black or something, you know him.” Calum raised his eyebrow a little as he picked out a dark purple-ish colour, holding it between his thumb and finger like it was an object of disgust.

“I’ve literally never seen you wear half of these colours, y/n, why do we have so many?”

“Well you never know when you might need some-” you checked the label of the one he was holding- “Aubergine Maroon.” You laughed at his evident confusion.

“It doesn’t even look like an aubergine, damn it,” he said as he put the bottle back with a little laugh of disbelief. “These names are so fucked up.”

You just laughed at his mocking. “Ok, ok, give it here. If you’re just going to insult all the ridiculous name choices then we’ll be here forever.” You took the box and placed it in your lap, fingers running through the colours until you found a dark blue one, almost navy coloured, and pulled it out for him to inspect. He put his arm out behind you so he could lean back a little, his other hand reaching across to hold the polish for a second. He shook his head.

“Too dark. They said it would be a low light shoot,” he said.

You nodded and placed the bottle back in its place. “How about this one?” The cornflower yellow was certainly lighter. He screwed up his nose though.

“Maybe the cooler colours would be better,” he leaned forward to watch your fingers dance over the blues and purples, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Not green?”

“Nah.”

“Oh, how about this one?” You pulled out a baby blue colour, a lighter shade of sky blue. He hummed in thought for a second.

“Actually…yeah, that might work.” He reached out his hand to hold it.

“See,” you nodded at the pale bottle in his tanned hand. “It contrasts your skin nicely.” You smiled sweetly at him, making him laugh.

“Ok Miss Sunshine, now you can help me paint them,” he said with a smile as he took the box from your hand and stood. “Cause lord knows I’d fuck it up in two seconds flat if I did it by myself.” He walked out the door without checking to see if you were following.

“Come on, y/n, let’s go.”

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“Shit, that’s cold!”

“What did you expect, tough guy? Quit whining will you,” you told Calum with a smile as you began painting his nails with the baby blue colour polish. You were sitting at the kitchen table now, his hands spread out in front of you as you applied the polish as neatly as you could, a frown creasing your brow as you concentrated.

“It tickles.”

“Shh.”

A moment of silence passed. A few more nails finished. Then his free hand started tapping on the table a little, the sound of his rings echoing on the wood as he started a beat. You looked up at him, eyebrows raised. He just smirked.

“Sorry.”

“Do you want me to paint your nails or not?”

It was hard to fight off the grin when he was staring at you so sweetly, mock innocence all over his face. “Yes, please.” He wiggled his fingers to bring your attention back to them. You huffed out what might have been a laugh as you went back to painting, quickly finishing off that hand and holding out your hand for the next one. He switched them over, placing the other hand in front of you as he blew on the freshly painted nails.

“You look like such a diva,” you giggled.

“That’s cause I am one.” He grinned, giving you an imaginary hair flick before blowing more on his nails. You laughed at him. What a dork.

You quickly finished up his second hand and screwed the lid back onto the bottle of nail polish. “There you go, Cal. Now just don’t touch anything for ten minutes and I’ll do the second coat for you then, okay?” You stood from the table, stopping in front of him when you noticed his pout.

You just raised your eyebrows at him. “Yes, diva?”

“But what am I meant to do for ten minutes?” his whiny voice was saying something completely different to his wide eyes as they watched you lean down in front of him, matching his sitting height.

“I’m sure you can find some way to amuse yourself,” you said quietly, eyes dropping to his lips, then dragging up his face back to meet his dark eyes. “Unless you can’t even do that by yourself.” You reached out and flicked his nose with a cheeky smile, tutting when he went to grab your wrist. “Uh uh, no touching, remember?”

“Not fair,” he mumbled, another pout turning his lips downwards.

“God, you’re pathetic,” you muttered as you straightened up. “Come on then. The sofa’s more comfortable.”

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You flicked the TV on to play quietly as Calum went and sat on the sofa, careful not to brush the wet nail polish on anything as he went. He sat and looked up at you with a little grin, hands spread out on his thighs so he wouldn't bump them into anything. You just smiled and shook your head at him. He really was like a little kid sometimes.

You sat down next to him, remote in hand, surfing through the channels until you landed on a sports one. You knew he liked watching soccer matches, so you let that play.

Finally quiet and content, Cal just watched you as you tucked up your legs and leant into his side. He carefully lifted his arm and settled his hand on the back of the sofa, leaving room for you to properly snuggle into his chest, which you did. He was deliciously warm and cuddly in his big hoodie.

“You happy now, diva?”

He pressed a kiss to your head. “Mm hmm. Be happier if I could touch you though,” he whispered into your hair. You could hear his cheeky smile.

“Well just wait a few minutes,” you checked the clock on the wall, “then you can touch me all you want, princess.”

You casually lay a hand on his thigh as you pretended to watch the TV, slowly picking at the loose threads of his distressed jeans, and smoothing out wrinkles in the denim. Completely unnecessary touches, you both knew that.

“Y/n.”

“Mm?”

“Don’t.”

You smirked as you turned your head and leant back to look at him properly. “Don’t what?” you asked innocently, a hand still resting on his leg.

“Don’t be such a tease,” he almost growled, even as he fought off a little smile. “You could let me kiss you at least.”

“Okay, princess,” you said quietly, a smile quirking up the corner of your mouth.

That was all he needed to hear before he leant towards you, connecting his lips to yours ferociously. You could feel the strain in his arms as he willed himself not to touch you, to only taste with his lips. You indulged him for a long while, letting him bite at your lips and swipe his tongue along yours before you gently pushed him back with a hand on his chest.

“What’re you doing?”

You just looked at the clock, then back into his dark eyes. “It’s been ten minutes. They should be dry now.”

The smirk he gave you was pure evil as his hands were finally free of their invisible restraints, one coming to rest on your jaw and draw you in for another hungry kiss, then both hands slipping down to your waist as he quickly pulled you onto his lap. You gasped a little in surprise at the sudden movement, and you felt him smile into the kiss.

Your legs straddled him as his wandering hands came to rest on your thighs for a moment, before drifted back to your waist, then up and over your back. He couldn’t stop touching you now as his mouth explored your, drinking you in as much as he could.

You eventually parted for breath, a smile on your red and swollen lips as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Only ten minutes, and you were that desperate.” You said quietly, making him blush a little through a smile.

“Only for you, princess.”

“Hey, don’t steal my nickname,” you laughed as you swatted at Calum’s chest, before crawling off his lap.

“What, it’s cute,” he said as he offered you a hand to help you stand, chuckling at your clumsiness.

You just smiled in response as you went and retrieved the bottle of nail polish from the kitchen table. You came back and sat beside him again, holding his hand still against his thigh as you balanced the bottle on the coffee table in front of you, dipping in the brush and spreading the polish over his nails once more, easily falling back into the rhythm.

A moment of silence passed as he watched you, then, “How long will this one take to dry?”

You grinned at him, pure, evil delight on your face.

“Twenty minutes.”

Thanks for reading!! Check out my [masterlist] for more fics <3

(and thanks to @theduckgoesquack for helping me with this one, ily jocelyn 😌)

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spoopy-fish-writes · 3 years

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—Rating Ikesen characters based on their shoes <3

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Tw: Swearing, I'm literally just bullying them, someone stop me

Notes: @mllorei I don't know why it took so long but I finally did it! || Just saying that these opinions are all based solely on how aesthetically pleasing and comfortable I think they are/ would be for me personally and this is written with no intention to offend anyone. My comments on their clothing are not in relation to the actual historical aspect of them

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Nobunaga

Wait, are those socks with sandals?

I've been staring at them for 10 minutes and still can't figure it out but they look like socks and sandals to me and that in itself is awful to me because that combo is simply unbearable to me. I cannot stand how they feel together

Like, the sock is just- eeeeh

I can vibe with the colours and the design though

Armoured and protecting the shin from me kicking him and suits the rest of the outfit, keeping it mostly monochrome and simple

The knots on the foot look actually well done and suit the rest of the design so it works

Also points for historical accuracy though, that I can applaud even if I personally find the design uncomfortable

Mitsuhide

The longer I look at them, the more I hate the very obvious contrast between the cold colours of his outfit and the black of his sandals

Otherwise, I have very few complaints?

The straps are thick so it more practical and less likely to let his feet get messed up and plus he's more of a long distance fighter so it kind of works???

They're also black which only matches with the half gloves that he wears which shouldn't bug me as much as it does because of the really stark contrast between the really cold colours of his clothes and the sandals

Then again, it's like, half a shoe at the top and a sandal at the front which really doesn't make any sense to me. At all

I don't really know what's going on there

Hideyoshi

Dude, don't you often fight on the front lines? These shoes are gonna get really scuffed and that's gonna be so sad

THEY'RE WHITE FOR FLIPS SAKE! He has clearly never heard of grass stains

Also hating the shade of green used

Other wide the design is really good

Feet are protected and the shoes look flexible and look like they can move easily

Also vibing with the silver accents and armour

Also, what's up with the grass (?) pattern on the armour shin pad thing?

It isn't bad and suits the rest of it but :////// idk

Masamune

I'm sorry but the fact that they're both not the same hurts me so much but if you get rid of the silver armour on the right leg, it actually really works and looks really good

The gold accents around the ankle are really pretty and I like how the shoes are black and white

The grey also goes really well with the rest of the clothing and the gold is still a really nice accent to the rest of his clothes

Honestly can't find much to hate about it

Then again, still trying to understand what the pointy thing at the back of the shoe is

I mean, I'm not the one wearing them but I'd probably stab my hand on it at least 7 times a month at the minimum trying to take them off but I suppose it fits with his vibe

He does after all have that pointy moon thing which I am unable to name at the moment so it does work

Ieyasu

Ngl, I spent more time staring at the poofiness of his trousers than the actual shoes because it's so cute to me

Anyways!

They're very simple and seem to be sturdy, not made of a material that looks too easily scratched up or ruined so that's a good thing

Shape and colour also work really well but kind of iffy about the brown tint that I may just be imagining because of the brown armour but it still works since his outfit is comprised mainly of oranges, browns and yellows

Also looks like they are fairly thick so they're definitely provide his feet some protection though the comfort is questionable

They look like of chunky and uncomfortable though that might just be me but you gotta be comfortable if you're gonna be moving a lot and riding a horse

The armour on his shins also looks like it would hinder his movements in his ankle a little so still questioning it's flexibility but otherwise liking it

Mitsunari

I love them

They're perfect

I know for a fact that I am biased but I don't care

The colours match, they're boots so the design isn't painful to look at, they aren't difficult or complicated

What more could I ask for?

I can't even rag on him for his boots being white like I could with Hideyoshi because he's the tactician

His fighting is done behind the front lines

Plus he fights intelligently so, if he were to be fighting anywhere near the front lines which is doubtful because he isn't the most efficient with a sword, he wouldn't be likely to get into a situation where he would happened to get off of his horse as you can see in Kenshin's route

Then again, he's Mitsunari, so I have to take into consideration the fact that he'll get them messed up outside of the battleground but, with Hideyoshi mothering him, I don't think he'll have too much of a problem

Shingen

Dude, are you really wearing these kinds of sandals into war? 😃

You're gonna get shot in the foot and there's gonna be absolutely nothing to even minorly protect it because the straps and shit are too thin

You're gonna be walking in a field of corpses and fighting on it

Everything is gonna be all over your foot because you fight upfront!

Blood, people, horse shit

Did you not think this through???

Like the design is kind of practical in the sense that they won't be coming off too easily but I've got experience with those kinds of sandals

They don't come off too easily at least the kinds that I've worn but the likely hood of them getting displaced is very high and that shit will be digging into your foot and let me tell you that that hurts like a bitch and you'll have to take the whole sandal off guys to get it back into place. No ankle support whatsoever

I don't think you wanna do that in the middle of a war

Otherwise, I very much like the sandals

Looks like something I would wear in Egypt when I feel pretty and decide to wear a half decent outfit

Kenshin

I love and hate them

On the one hand, sleek, practical, not sandals, not flashy, suits the rest of his clothes, definitely the kind of thing that I would wear because it's not complicated or overly difficult

On the other hand, looks very scratchable, kind of like leather, and looks like it's gonna get all marked up

Knowing Kenshin, he's gonna be on the front lines, messing up his sleek shoes and that honestly really bugs me because it's gonna get all messed up :/

Like, yes he's rich and can buy as many pairs of them as possible but they look like they're made of some kind of bendable plastic and it hurts me

Otherwise, really good taste but the fact that they're really likely to get scratched up hurts me :/

Yukimura

I can't be the only one who thought they were heels when they first saw them

I just immediately thought "STILETTOS!" and it still won't leave my mind

They look like boots my mum bought a while back and why are the toes pointed???

Dude, you're gonna be running around and shit, believe me, riding a horse and sitting down for that long with pointed shoes does not end well

YOU'RE FEET ARE GONNA HURT LIKE HELL

For that reason alone, I hope they hurt

However, the colours work really well

The red black and silver seem to work and the design isn't half bad

However, I can't get over just how uncomfortable they look

I'd probably cry of I had to wear boots like that for extensive amounts of time

Sasuke

Ah yes

Sasuke

The one man whos clothes and sense of style are a constant subject of my scrutiny

I'm sorry but I hate your outfit so much

Anyways! The shoes! The only half decent thing about the entire outfit

They look so shiny like Kenshin's so I also feel like they'd get easily scratched up

Same with the gold soles (?) and the green and gold thingies at the top

The thing at the top I guess I can understand but wouldn't gold soles hurt???

Like, the shoes look really uncomfortable

Might just be because of how it looks so shiny but they look like they'd be so stuffy and difficult to move in which is bugging me to an unnecessary degree

However, they're the only half decent thing about his whole outfit so I cut him some slack for this because at least the colours almost work

Wait a minute, isn't he also supposed too be a ninja?

They look kinda like they would squeak so wouldn't that give him away really quickly???

The practicality is slowly (very quickly) plummeting

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yunhowhoitiss · 3 years

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.0k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: With both of your lives being so busy lately, neither of you can seem to catch a break. Mingi has always been one to spoil you, but tonight, he just wants to do something simple; something you enjoy.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied that reader is stressed, there’s a lot of talk about hands(?)

𝐚/𝐧: sorry I’ve been pretty absent lately~ hopefully I can make it up to you guys soon<3 until then, here’s a cute lil fluffy piece because I miss Mingi hihi

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"Promise you won't make fun of me?" Mingi's eyes sparkled with sincerity. You sat on the kitchen counter, looking down at Mingi as he stood innocently between your legs. His cheeks were warm under your fingertips as they traced loving circles on his skin. Mingi's mouth remained in a gentle pout, only serving to make your heart feel even warmer. You could never say no to him when he looked at you like this; like you were his world.

"I promise, Mingi," you smiled. Mingi stood up without saying anything, heading down the hall.

"Wait, what were you gonna tell m—" Your mouth snapped shut as he was out of earshot. While you sat frozen in confusion on the cool marble counter, you saw him come back holding a bag in his hand. It was your nail polish bag. Scurrying towards the living room, He placed it neatly on the coffee table in front of the couch. Before you could comment, Mingi wandered to the bathroom this time, leaving you with your thoughts as you craned your neck to stare at your nail polish pouch on the table. Did he want you to paint his nails?

You heard Mingi's footsteps come down the hall again; it seemed like he had planned this beforehand, and you couldn't help but coo quietly at the thought of it. He came with a handful of packaged face masks and aligned them carefully next to the bag of nail polish. Determination and excitement laced his expression as he stared at his setup, mumbling inaudible comments to himself.

"Y/n," he stepped to where you now stood in the junction between the living room and hallway, "sit down, baby." He reached for your hand only to grab onto two of your fingers—although he was already an adult, he had his childlike moments about him as well. It was one of his most endearing qualities, in your eyes. He sat cross-legged on the couch, beckoning for you to take a seat.

"C'mon, criss-cross apple sauce," he said jokingly.

You chuckled and sat down across him, mirroring his position.

"We've both been having a bit of a hard time lately," your boyfriend started, "So I figured we could have a night to relax. Just you and me."

"Baby..." you muttered, an overwhelming wave of love seeping through your tone. There was so much you wanted to give him, do for him, say to him; he was your everything, just as much as you were his.

Mingi picked up the nail polish pouch and emptied it on the table, spilling the contents across the wood.

"I know you like to do these types of things when you take a break from everything, so I thought we could start by doing nails, face masks and stuff..." Mingi's ears turned pink as he scratched the back of his neck out of embarrassment. He noticed your smile widen ever so slightly when your gaze settled on his ears, so he changed the subject in a weak attempt to distract you. "Pick a colour," he pointed at the variety of nail polishes, "one for you... and one for me." Your eyes lit up with excitement, a gasp escaping your lips before you could stop yourself.

"You're letting me paint your nails?" You whispered gingerly as if this was the most unbelievable moment of your life.

"Yeah, why not?"

You quickly started sifting through different colours, hoping to find one that would suit your boyfriend.

"Red? Nah, that's too flashy. Oh, black would look cool..." You held up a bottle of pink nail polish, getting a good look at the shade. It looked like strawberry milk or cotton candy. You immediately went to put it back on the table, assuming Mingi wouldn't like the colour.

Unbeknownst to you, Mingi was actually eyeing the colour from afar, hoping you'd pick it. A tiny gasp fled his lips as he saw you put the pink bottle back down, debating with himself whether or not to tell you he really did want it.

"A-actually," he stuttered, "that colour is nice."

You looked at him then back to the bottle between your fingers, letting out a small 'oh' in surprise. Placing the bottle in his lap, you contemplated what colour to pick for yourself now. Mingi scrutinised the pink bottle, looking at the name of the colour.

"This shade is called 'Minimalistic'... are nail polish names always this random?" He muttered to no one in particular.

"Yeah, pretty much," You sighed as you picked up another polish. This one was a burnt orange, like a terracotta pot. "See, this one is named 'Yes I Canyon'. I guess they like puns too."

After pointing out the name written on the bottom of the bottle, your attention returned to the pile of polishes. You, being as indecisive as you were, still couldn't pick a colour for yourself. Mingi looked down at the pink polish between his fingers, thinking about how pretty it would look on your hands.

You always complained about how your hands looked, but he thought they were the prettiest he'd ever seen. He especially liked holding them, no matter when and where you were. His friends made fun of him for it, calling him clingy, but you didn't seem to mind, so he still held your hands and played with your fingers whenever he could.

"You wanna match nails? I know it's cheesy, but we could give it a tr—"

"Yes!" You responded far too excitedly. "Uh, yeah."

Mingi wasn't entirely sure why, but his heart soared for a moment, happy that you wanted to do all this with him. Without thinking, he ruffled the top of your hair before tracing his fingers down your jaw. The weight of your head leaned into his touch, as you savoured this sweet moment with every fibre of your being. It wasn't often you both could spend some peaceful, quality time together with no interruptions or stress standing in the way. Snapping back to reality, Mingi looked towards the other objects on the table.

"Alright, now we've gotta pick our face masks." He rubbed his hands together in excitement, whereas your gaze remained on his face. Warmth swelled in your chest as you looked at his big smile. My world.

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years

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Off My Face.

Pairing: Jungkook X OC female (nameless)

Tags: fluff, slight angst, eventual smutty smut, softJK.

Disclaimer: So, I literally created a Tumblr to post this mess. There are already a bunch more parts written which I can post if wanted. Haven't written anything in ages so be nice and forgive my overwhelming JK softness. :p

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Who's that?" She asked, leaning against the wall next to Namjoon. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned the room, clearly confused. "Who?" He replied. "The purple haired dude that just walked in. Over there by the door. Black jacket." She muttered, squinting through the darkness. Namjoon chuckled and looked at her like she was crazy. "What do you mean? It's Jungkook." He said.

She gasped and squinted even harder. "Eh??" She squeaked. "That's not Jungkook. Look at the hair. It's...long, and there's way more tattoos there than Jungkook has and..." Her rebuttal died mid sentence as Mystery Purple Hair moved out of the shadows of the doorway and she saw him clearly. It was indeed Jungkook but he looked...different. She'd only been gone a couple of months but apparently that was all it took for Jungkook to transform himself. He looked...older. He appeared to have shed his "puppy" look and what was stood across the room from her was nothing but man. Hot man. Jungkook scanned the room, stopping to talk briefly to Jin before he caught sight of her. His face broke into its token bunny smile and he said something to Jin who nodded before he made his way across the room. "You're back!" He grinned. She gulped quickly, paying absolutely no attention to the nose dive her stomach was currently doing into her shoes as he approached her. "I'm back" she confirmed, returning his smile. He strode straight over, scooping her up into a bear hug. "How was England? Did you miss us? Are you happy to be back?" Jungkook asked, setting her back on the floor and pulling back. She nodded. "Massively. England was...England. Cold, wet, grey, joyless. But nevermind that, what happened to you? Someone leave you alone with a Sharpie?" She teased, pulling his right arm out by then wrist and turning it over to indicate his new ink. He chuckled. "I like them" he shrugged. She glanced up, catching his big brown eyes then gasped again. A silver bar now pierced his eyebrow. "And you've poked holes in your face. Was nobody watching the maknae while I was away?" She teased. Jungkook rolled his eyes and grinned. "Welcome home" he said, pulling her into another hug. She spent the evening catching up with her boys. Laughing riotously, eating great food, regluing herself to Suga's side and wondering why she ever felt the need to go back to England. If anything, the trip back to her country of origin had done nothing more than cement the fact that there was nothing there for her anymore. Her life was here. Her family was here. Her family was the people all gathered in this house. She felt utterly content and beyond happy to be back. However, there was a niggling little something that was putting a crimp on her perfect homecoming. She could not, for the life of her, pry her mind off Jungkook. And as the evening drew to a close and one by one, the guys started retreating to their rooms, the noise died down and her thoughts got louder. What had happened to him? What had happened to her that she couldn't focus on anything but him. He was just Jungkook. She'd known him years. He was one of her family. He meant the same to her as the others. But her mind was screaming and his name was the only thing it was saying. It was approaching 3am. Suga had passed out hours ago and was fast asleep sprawled along one side.of the corner sofa next to her. The room was in total darkness except for the flicker of light from the TV screen. Namjoon was half asleep on her other side. Hobi, Jin, and Jimin had gone to bed already. V was sat at a table opposite tucking into some Ramen with Jungkook. Both engrossed in their conversation and their noodles, she allowed herself to study him in the flickering light. His hair was considerably longer than when she last saw him and now coloured a deep purple, Contrasting strongly against his flawless skin and framing his face perfectly, then resting just above his shoulders. Her urge to run her fingers though it was making her hands restless and she fidgeted uncomfortably on the sofa. She swallowed hard, her eyes skipping over his features. Pretty brown eyes, newly pierced eyebrow which really suited him, cute nose, sensual, slightly pouty lips that broke into the most disarming smile, strong jawline, slender neck. She tried to swallow past her increasingly dry mouth as she became painfully aware of her heartbeat, thudding more and more erratically the longer she looked at him. She reprimanded herself silently, arguing in

her mind that this was ridiculous. He was Jungkook. It didn't matter that her stomach rolled uncomfortably every time he looked at her. It didn't matter that she wanted to trace every line of the dark ink that snaked his arm with her fingertips. It didn't matter that all she could think about was running her nose slowly along his jawline, inhaling the scent of his skin as she clenched his soft, long hair in her fingers. It didn't matter that there was nothing she wanted more than to disappear in him. Her nose brushing his, close enough to feel his warm breath between them, his lips parted, hers skimming gently along his, hot, heavy breath, the pressure of his soft lips yielding to hers, the taste of his tongue. His hands, strong, firm, sliding slowly down her back, hitching up her shirt to touch skin as he pulled her closer. Her eyes fluttered, her breath caught in her throat, stomach churning. What the hell? It was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. This couldn't be happening. She snapped back into herself so suddenly she wondered if she'd actually fallen asleep. Her heart was racing. Tae and Jungkook were looking at her when her eyes finally focused on a solid object. "Bad dream?" Tae asked with an amused smile. "Did I fall asleep?" She muttered, genuinely confused. She kept her gaze locked firmly on Tae. She could see Jungkook out of the corner of her eye but was terrified that whatever had just happened to her was written all over her face. "Well you just jumped out of your skin so I figured you had." He replied. Her face was burning. She could practically still feel Jungkook, smell him, taste him. She needed to get out of here. She jumped up, causing Suga whose head had been resting against her knee to flop unceremoniously back onto the sofa, waking him with a start. "HUH? He yelped. "Erm....sorry Shugs" she muttered, ruffling her hair and trying to get her bearings while still carefully avoiding looking at Jungkook at all. "I need to go...pass out" she grumbled, heading straight for the stairs without looking back. She knew that exit was highly suspicious but once into the safety of her room, she didn't care. She leaned against the door, bracing it with her body as though she expected someone to try kick it in. The air was cool and refreshing thanks to the open window and she breathed steadily, trying to return her thumping heart to a regular rhythm. "Oh this is not good!" She whispered. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The following morning came far too quickly after a restless night. She just couldn't settle. Her stomach was in knots. What the hell had happened last night? What was that half awake fantasy business and why was it replaying in her mind like an iMax movie with full surround sound and smell-o-vision. She dreaded leaving the confines of her room for fear of running into him. Just the thought of seeing him made her stomach churn. "This is stupid!" She grumbled to herself, throwing her legs off the bed defiantly. "I will not be a prisoner in this god damn room for nothing. Last night was...a one off. Everything is fine. I will go downstairs, I will see Jungkook and he will just be Jungkook. No weird romance movie slideshow, no flutterings, thoughts or desires of any kind. Just...normal" Even she didn't really believe her whispered self pep talk but she feigned conviction anyway. She slid out of bed, pulled on ripped jeans and a hoodie and approached her bedroom door. With a deep breath, she reached for the handle and practically threw herself out of her room. Her determination was not only building by the second but she was also flooded with a sense of defiance. She jogged down the stairs, ready for the day ahead. Looking forward to hanging out with the boys and having a lazy day. She could hear the faint murmer of chatter as she approached the kitchen. Hobi was up for sure and maybe Namjoon. She strode into the kitchen with a bright smile. "Morning guys!" She was greeted with a chorus of responses and scanned the room. Hobi making coffee. Namjoon leaning on the

counter. Suga slumped at the kitchen table. Jimin and Tae chatting as they poured orange juice. No Jungkook. She ignored the wave of relief and made a beeline for Suga, ruffling his hair as he grumbled sleepily against the table top. "Morning Shugs" she grinned. Namjoon was looking at her quizically. "You seem...better today" he mused. She raised a questioning eyebrow at him as she squeezed passed Hobi for the coffee pot. "Better?" He nodded with a look of amusement. "You were...weird yesterday. Not yourself. You seemed...distracted." he said. She shrugged and shook her head. "Jetlag probably. I felt kind of out of it to be honest. Just needed to be home and sleep" she replied, nonchalantly. Namjoon wasn't buying it at all and she could tell by the look on his face but he nodded as though he accepted her reasoning. She stayed in the kitchen with the guys, filling them in on her trip back to England and what had happened during the 3 months away. She got so caught up in it that she didn't think about Jungkook at all. That was, until he came down. She was halfway through her bowl of cereal when he padded into the kitchen. Barefoot in black shorts and an oversized white t shirt showing off his tattoos. His long hair deliciously tousled. He was still sleepy eyed but he looked warm and...inviting. She dropped her spoon, clattering loudly against the table making everyone turn and look at her. "Whoops. Butter fingers" she mumbled sheepisly. Everyone carried on with what they were doing apart from Namjoon who was looking from her to Jungkook with a smirk. "Jetlag come back?" He teased. She could feel the heat rising to her face and hoped to every deity under the sun that she wasn't blushing. "Never dropped anything before?" She questioned. He shrugged and chuckled playfully. His gaze was casual but she felt like he could see every thought in her head. She pushed her half eaten cereal bowl away from her and leaned back in her chair. She was trying to look casual but had an inkling that she was failing miserably. Suddenly Jungkook was right behind her, leaning over the back of her chair to reach for her unfinished cereal. His hair tickled the side of her face and the faint fruity smell she associated with him flooded over her. Her breath caught sharply. Her heart kicking into double time. It lasted literally seconds but it seemed like an age before he straightened up with his stolen breakfast. He flashed her a bunny smile and wandered over to the fridge to grab milk. She realised she'd been holding her breath the entire time and let out a quiet huff. Namjoon's smirk had turned into a full blown grin. Flustered, she stood from the table and exited the kitchen. Maybe she'd find some solace in the lounge. She flopped wearily onto the sofa, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. Damn. It didn't make any sense. How in the hell had Jungkook turned from bunny to honey overnight. A few more tattoos, an eyebrow piercing and slightly longer hair didn't change him that dramatically. He was still the exact same Jungkook she'd known for years. But...he wasn't. He was hot. Like...painfully, sinfully, stomach clenchingly hot. Had he always been this hot and she'd just not noticed? She knew he was attractive in the general sense. She worked for BTS. She saw the effect he had on women every day of her life. But... she'd never been one of them. He was just...adorable, sweet, regular Jungkook. Now one trip to England had turned the world on its head and there was nothing regular about him. She groaned with annoyance, closing her eyes. She was going to be objective about this if it killed her. She'd always been close to all the guys. Each one had a different facet to their personality that made them so very dear to her. Yoongi was a part of her. She loved him completely. Namjoon was her confidante. She could talk about anything with him and absolutely trust that he'd never give her anything back but honesty and understanding. Jimin was her sunshine. He could brighten the darkest of days with no effort. Tae was her sweetheart. One of the most

genuine, lovely people she'd ever known. Hobi and Jin made her laugh until she couldn't breathe on days when laughter seemed a million miles away. And Jungkook was a bunny. Sweet, playful, easy going, her gaming buddy. They were all integral to her. But NEVER in a romantic sense. It seemed almost laughable to her to put romance and any one of them in the same place. It just wasn't that thing. Ever. They were family. More than simple, fleeting romance. They were her ride or die. None of the others had changed a bit. She still loved them completely. She'd still die for any one of them. But now Jungkook wasn't so much tiptoeing as stomping in huge obnoxious boots into a whole new territory for her. Him and romance seemed intrinsically linked. They went together like water and ...more water. She couldn't even look at him without her mind throwing up a million different scenarios, none of which were located even remotely near the friend zone. She pictured him as he was when he walked into the kitchen. Objectively, that was just early morning after not a lot of sleep Jungkook. Not like she hadn't seen him like that a thousand times before. But this morning he was different. Sleepy, disheveled, soft and warm, relaxed, comforting and so so sexy. Jungkook and sexy were not two words that went together. Now she couldn't separate the two if her life depended on it. God, he was sexy. Like, lose all thought, toe curling, scream into a pillow sexy. Her mind raced, presenting her with thoughts to only fuel the fire. Him laid in bed, languid and comfortable, snuggling into him, feeling his body heat, legs entwined, burying her face into the back of his neck, smelling his hair as he grumbles happily, rolling towards her with a sleepy smile, his eyes still closed, skimming his fingertips up her arm until they stop on her neck, his thumb slowly stroking along her jaw, his lips meet hers in a lazy kiss, still halfway between sleep and waking, sweet to begin with, gentle, his lips brushing softly as he's pulled from his sleep, then teasing as he realises what's going on, his lips part, his tongue tickling her lips, asking for entry which is happily granted. His hand moves from her neck back down her arm until he finds her hand. Their fingers entwine as he rolls her onto her back and straddles her, lifting her hands to pin them either side of her head. He's more forceful now, tongues brushing together, his kiss deep and heady. A soft moan of contentment rumbles in his throat. He breaks the kiss, her eyes flutter open to see him on top of her, hair falling into his eyes as he scrunches his nose up in a wide smile. "Good morning" he whispers. "Everything ok?" A voice broke her from her daydream and her eyes snapped open. Namjoon was stood in the doorway of the lounge with the same grin he'd been sporting when she'd left the kitchen. "Peachy. Why?" She responded with a tight smile. "You're being weird again. If I didn't know better I'd think you and Jungkook hooked up" he shrugged. "WHAT?" she squeeked. Her attempt at casual fell completely flat. She sounded more like she'd just been stung by a bee. Namjoon laughed heartily. "Something's going on. What it is?" He questioned. She considered brushing it off but this was Namjoon. He could read her like a children's book. She swallowed hard, suddenly needing to say everything in her head out loud to a human person. Maybe that would make her realise how dumb it was and restore her sanity. She sighed heavily and noticing the expression on her face, Namjoons grin faded into a look of concern. "Can we talk?" She muttered. He frowned, nodding. "Of course. What is it?" He asked. She looked around and ran her fingers though her hair. "Not here. Outside?"

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mccall-me-maurice · 3 years

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The fic idea nobody asked for but me: Simon doing Roger’s makeup

Pairing: Simon x Roger, Implied Jack x Ralph

Word Count: 2,093

Warnings: None that I can think of at the moment

Roger likes to think he’s gotten pretty good at doing makeup. It has been a constant hobby since he was 15. He usually just wears eyeliner, seeing as it was the easiest thing to put on his face in a small amount of time. It also suits his look.

Recently, his friends have been teasing him about it for months on end, Ralph finding it hilarious that Roger actually spent time on his appearance. Not that nobody else in the house wore makeup, they pretty much all did, but Roger of all people seemed to come as a pleasant shock to them. He had initially flipped Ralph off, silently sending Jack a look that screamed help me. Jack had then laughed at him, in classic Jack manner, and retreated to his room, loud enough to wake the only other housemate, Simon.

Perhaps it was because Roger worked at a beat up club that he just enjoyed the darkness on his eyelids as the shitty blue lights hit them. He really didn’t have an explanation. He never had thought he needed one. Nobody saw him put it on, and nobody saw him without it. He usually only saw the other 3 housemates between shifts when he was scrambling for food and then running out the door. Simon, Jack, and Ralph had never been really active with Roger anyways, it wasn’t a super big deal.

However, today was different. Roger couldn’t seem to fall into his very simple routine, starting the eyeliner over time and time again. He ended up swearing violently and facing the fact that he desperately needed someone else to do it. He went looking for his closest friend, but Jack had recruited Ralph to put makeup on his face, the blond scoffing at every given time when Jack flinched, so he couldn’t rely on the redhead anymore. In fact, Ralph looked so concentrated on Jack’s face that the raven haired boy was actually too intimidated to interrupt them. Just to ensure he didn’t get a brush in the eye, because Ralph did get very violent at times. Which meant Simon. Roger wasn’t even sure if the boy would talk to him, let alone help him. It was no secret Simon’s lifestyle differed heavily from his. Between lip rings, dark eyeshadow, and tattoos, he was basically everything the softer boy hated. But he was faced with no choice because if he didn’t get his eyeliner done, and soon, he wouldn’t be ready to go out with Ralph and Jack.

So he approaches the tan boy’s door, heartbeat in his ears and lays two very soft knocks on the wood. It’s opened almost immediately and Simon is standing there, a smile on his lips that quivers when he sees who is at the door.

“Roger? You usually don’t knock. Or talk to me at all… What’s up?” Simon leans against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. The raven haired boy just inhales, trying not to break under the somewhat scrutinising gaze. He really doesn’t want to snap at Simon, but with the look he’s getting, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last. Although, he’s always been one to assume with the boy. Simon was just someone he could never figure out, from the day they met till this very moment. He would never ever know how Simon Cortés felt, and it annoyed him more than anything on this planet ever could.

“Just want to ask a favour. Do you know how to do eyeliner?” The look in the shorter boy’s eyes softens almost immediately, as if he was on edge before. Like Roger would hurt him. Now, he’s loosened his stance and is even giving the other boy what could be a genuine smile. He steps aside and for the first time since they’ve moved in together, Roger walks into Simon’s room.

He really doesn’t know what he expected, but whatever it was it’s what he got. Little succulents line his windowsill, sunlight streaming through the windows. His curtains are lace at the bottom, so dainty that Roger wonders where he could’ve possibly bought them. Everything else about the room follows the theme. The area above his bed has a ginormous collage of photos, taking up the entire wall. Roger doesn’t remember taking them, but there are photos with him, Jack, Ralph, and Simon in it. Simon clearly took it, because he’s closest to the camera and is mid-laughter, Jack is also laughing, but in between his teeth is an apple slice that also sits between Ralph’s, who’s smiling like a fool. And for some reason, Simon’s gaze is on Roger, who is throwing a peace sign up and giving him one of the only smiles Roger’s ever given anyone. It’s a really nice photo, and Roger is tempted to take it. But his gaze gets caught on a section of photos of Roger, all at the club he works at. He has to admit he looks really good under the lights, but it doesn’t explain why Simon took the photos. He didn’t even realise the boy had kept them, he had just asked Roger to pose and took a couple polaroids. Everything else is people Roger has met in passing, Sam and Eric, Peter, and Percival. He never really cared enough to get to know them outside of a ‘hello’. But they all seem so happy up on Simon’s wall that he wonders if the boy himself is their source of joy.

“Lay down on the bed, I’ll go grab my eyeliner from the bathroom. And a couple of makeup wipes because I might mess up once or twice.” Simon gestures to the strawberry comforter that lines his bed and leaves Roger alone in the room, the bathroom door wide open as he rummages through drawers. The older boy does as he’s told, lying down on his back, eyes trained on the ceiling. There are little cracks and crevices in it, probably because the house is older than all of them. Roger’s hands clasp over his stomach and it occurs to him that he has no idea why Simon didn’t ask him to sit upright. It’s how Ralph always does Jack’s makeup, so he can get a better view of the boy's face and complete control. Unless Simon is planning on doing it from the sides, which makes a little sense but his bed is pressed against the wall.

“Can I sit on you?” Roger almost bolts upright from the shock of Simon’s words. It’s an innocent question, but the raven haired boy has no fucking idea what he could mean.

“Um. Sure?” Simon closes Roger’s eyes with his fingers, and weight is applied to the boy’s middle, what the younger one meant finally hitting him. He can’t see Simon, but his best guess is that he’s straddling Roger, leaning forwards so he can get the best angle. It’s horribly cliché, but knowing Simon, his intentions are pure and he doesn’t mean anything romantic by it.

“You have really nice eyes. I mean like. For makeup application. Mine are more hooded so nothing really shows up all that well. Not to mention you just have a nice face. Sorry, you probably can’t respond right now.” Roger exhales harshly to mimic laughter, trying to stay as still as he can so Simon can do whatever he needs to. A brush is pressed against underneath his eye and what he assumes is pigment is spread around.

“Look up. Like open your eyes and look up.” Roger does as told, seeing Simon’s concentrated stare before he does it. He really wants to talk to Simon, but his mouth stops working and all he can do is focus on the soft brush strokes. So Simon fills the silence for him. “I’m assuming Ralph is working on Jack and that’s why you came to me. Probably for the better, Jack doesn’t know what looks good under those lights. Not that I do, I just have photos for reference of what does and doesn’t work. But you know, whatever works and whatever doesn’t. Did you notice you look good with red and orange underneath your eyes? Like a blushy colour. Makes your eyes pop.” He doesn’t mind Simon’s rambles, with the occasional gentle fingers over his eyelids to close them. He’s actually quite entertained by the boy as he happily draws a line of black over Roger’s eyelid.

“And instead of eyeliner on the bottom, I’ll do a charcoal colour because it. Looks. Better.” Roger smiles and almost immediately regrets it because he has no idea whether he just messed the poor boy up or not. He lets his face relax again, praying Simon wouldn’t be offended by the lack of a reaction. Instead, the tan boy taps his cheek twice, which means he needs to open his eyes, and looks down at him, smiling. They’re uncomfortably close, seeing as Roger usually doesn’t let even Jack get within a foot of his face. Simon is about 6 inches away and the raven haired boy can see everything. How the green in his eyes mimics the trees in a forest, the dimple on Simon’s left cheek that shows up whenever he smiles, the faint blush dusted across his nose, how strands of his hair are falling down his face, everything. He’s sure the boy can see everything about his face too, but he’s been looking at it for some time now. Roger has barely opened his eyes, and when he does he certainly wasn’t looking at Simon. More like up at the top of his bed.

“It looks good. A real shame you’re going to wash it off later.” He shifts from Roger’s waist to grab a mirror and hold it up, letting the raven haired boy finally see what he had done. And Roger’s breath is taken away. Everything that he doesn’t like about how he looks seems to have disappeared. He’s honestly baffled at how good his roommate is at doing makeup, because he’s never seen Simon in any. “I did eyeliner, eyeshadow on the underneath of your eyes in that coral colour I was talking about, and smoked out the harsh lines of the eyeliner a little bit with the charcoal colour. Then I put little dabs of white in the inner corners and on the brow bone. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime! It’s a shame you’re going with Ralph and Jack. I mean, they were planning on going out with all 3 of you, but I kinda wish you could stay. Maybe it would make the house feel less lonely, y’know? Plus they’re kind of in that awkward flirting stage. More power to you for going with them, I could never put up with the longing stares and the footsie from across the table. Think I’d snap at them to get it over with if anything.” Simon shifts himself off of Roger, the area feeling oddly cold now that the other boy’s body heat left him. Roger sits up, watching as Simon makes his way to the bathroom to put everything away.

“I um. I could always stay. I don’t really like being with them either. The whole flirting thing makes me feel sick too. Maybe we could just… throw a movie on my laptop and make some popcorn?” Simon beams at him like Roger never thought anyone could and the butterflies in his stomach finally make an appearance. But no, he doesn’t like Simon. Not like how Jack likes Ralph. Just friends. Just friends.

“I’d love to! But then I did your makeup for nothing.” Simon gives him a small pout, almost as if he really wanted Roger to show off his face to the world. As if he really wanted everyone else to see what he had done, how he had turned a solid 6 into a 10.

“I mean, the person who did it should be the person who gets to see it the most, right?” Simon stares at Roger, eyes crinkled from his smile before, in one swift movement, pecking both of the boy’s cheeks. His lips are impossibly soft and Roger can’t breathe, his heartbeat is right there in his ears and his face is probably bright red. Simon looks up at him, a look in his eyes that just seems euphoric. He gives Roger a soft smile, green eyes meeting purple ones.

“I think you’re right. It should only be me.”

Okay, so maybe they’re more than ‘just friends’.

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seokmatthewz · 10 months

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Hii fellow Seok Matthew based url <333 I saw you were bored and sameee

so three things I associate with you are really amazing zb1 gifs 🥰 (I’m pretty sure you were the first zb1 blog I followed <3 ) also fun commentary 💕 and lastly I associate you with Seok Matthew as well ☀️

I also would like to ask you a zb1 based question,, what colours do u associate the members with? 💛

- @seokbaseone ��

hello!! <3<3 i get so bored at night sdkdfkldskl tho im back on a reading garbage webtoons kick so maybe theres hope FLLSDFJDSK nd omg thank u!!!!! <3<3<3 i love 2 gif my dear zb1s they r so cute </3 the gif limit increase has made me unhinged FLDSLF and fun commentary omg........i am glad my stream of consciousness clownposting is amusing LKDSLDSKFJ i love 2 speak into the void that is tumblr sdlfdljfkdlf and matthew......................thank u the most important association my dear guy.......... as for the question hmmmm

jiwoong: like a really pretty deep regal purple hes a goofball but his face just gives elegant

hao: gold. as he says hao is always in first place and he needs a colour 2 match tht

hanbin: like a pretty bright blue!!! like a sky blue. he looks so nice in blue in general like when they put him in denim jackets....man

matthew: a warm yellow!!! hes a lil sunshine guy it only feels right 2 give him a nice bright colour

taerae: forest green smth abt taerae just gives like. pretty man who lives in a forest idk how 2 explain myself also he looks pretty in green

ricky: i cld say black and appease him FKJSKDJF but i feel like a deep red fits him really well too

gyuvin: like. naruto jumpsuit orange FLKDLKDS idk how else to explain the colour im thinking of just like the Quintessential orange

gunwook: pink!!!! idk gunwook is so cute 2 me like a rosy pink feels like it would suit him

yujin: a like. kiwi green i just feel like it makes sense 2 me fdkslfldk

thank u for letting me ramble abt nothing it truly is my favourite pastime LFDSLKJFDS mwah!! <3<3 @seokbaseone

#asks #seokbaseone #my zb1s i love. saying nothing while i talk abt them KLFDSKLDFS

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rebelliouslala · 3 years

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4 Something

warnings- language, mentions of drugs, blood, only a mention of gore and wound details

word count- 1.5k

pls enjoy <3

You stumbled into the elevator, leaning against the faux wood walls and sighed deeply from the throbbing pain, just a bit to the left of your kidney. The elevator smelled of piss and pure arse, and the blood, and gory, textured wood behind you was close enough to make you pass out. You held the bloodied flannel to your gun wound, tightly and the sleeve of the shirt to your nose. You muttered softly as you groggily pressed the down button to the parking lot, and for the doors to close.

As the doors, sheen with a shit colour, began to shut, you noted the foot that propped the doors open.

“Ah, Y/n, you’re not leaving your best friend behind, right! Especially since he holds all of the powder.”

You looked up, to see a tall man smile, his eyes gently closing as he pulled the doors open, his muscles raging against his tight black tee. You sighed quietly, and take off our belt. You cracked it against the wall, and it becomes stiff, revealing itself as a truncheon. You smiled a bit cockily, “Stupid, I’ll-!”

You found yourself sneezing, and hissing at the same time, inhaling your own bacteria and the carcass scent as you groaned loudly.

“JOHNNY!”

The man scoffed, and tightened your gun wound with the needle, snipping off the string with his bare teeth. With a kick, he pushed away, the desk chair sliding to the small counter between you two. “Next time maybe just relax when I have to carry you home?”

You blinked slowly, but nodded. Another Tuesday, and another haul of work for Ripple. You began to drank the water your partner had given you, and the two small brown pills as you looked around.

The two of you, since age 17, had taken particular barren buildings on the Northern side of the city as homes like this singular abandoned asylum. Traveling with just two cardboard boxes for clothes and essentials, and small backpacks. Before The Ripple had begun to even hire you, or Johnny for that matter, for your talents.

For the jobs.

“What’s the matter?”

You saw his hands on your waist. You were slightly leaning on the barred window. You haven’t looked at his hands in a bit. A lot could change after 5 months, as you noted his dirt flaked fingers, and the darkened scars on the back of his hands. Despite his roughened hands, they were gentle to hold you. They allowed you, invited you, to you smile to yourself, and lean against his solid body.

“Ah, just a little tired.” You shrugged off, as the painkillers you had swallowed began to take affect. “how long are we-?”

“4k, or something. Two jobs, tops,” Johnny put his arms around you and chuckled as he looked at the rising sun. “Then we’re outta Baise City.”

You both shivered as a southern breeze nudged you both. It was nice though, the building was much too humid, and, he said it. Those warm words. Two. Just two more jobs. Then you’re out. You and Youngho, out of the island, out of the hellhole you and he were currently contracted on.

Your phone rang. Speak of the Devil. You grabbed it quickly before you heard a yawn. You gently punched Johnny in the gut to shush him.

“Evening.”

“It’s dawn.” You turned your back against the sunrise, and glanced at the drugs Johnny had carried, on a roach infested table, next to a cardboard box of yours.

“Dawn?” the voice said, startled. “Well, besides the point. Mr. Money sent John his money. We need you to come in later, we are partnering someone else with you.”

You frowned, and walked to the singular mattress at the corner of the room, sitting on it. Johnny followed, looking at his phone and giving you an “okay” sign that the caller did not lie. You were too busy pushing away any small rodents, the occasional bug from the bed. Johnny tried to sit next to you, furrowing his brows to read your expression.

“Do we have to split it or something? I thought he and I were always enough for you.” You said.

“You are, you are, well, uh, Sushi cannot make it.”

You scoffed, “John is much more than capable-,”

“I-uh, I don’t suggest trying to fight with, y’know, Dreamer’s orders.”

You sighed loudly, this time just in mental pain. “Fine, whatever,”

“Come here at 16:30. Oh, remind yourself to tell John to stop snooping around our powder. Thanks.”

“Sorry, Vic.”

“Don’t mention it. See ya.”

You repeat the phrase, before hanging up.

You sighed deeply, blinking and laying against the bed.

Johnny laid next to you. He softly cleared his throat, looking at a message at his phone, before he craned his neck at you. “Wanna go out to eat?”

You tilt your head down, before smirking a little. “Well, I dunno Youngho, did I get shot?”

You and Johnny exchanged glances at each other, his eyes sure, a knot in your upper stomach, tightening slightly, as the door opened.

The Ripple was made up, essentially, with 7 people. The penthouse they owned was a part of the huge building they owned next to one of the only peaceful grounds, the Wavy Park, and the entire Western neighborhood as their personal territory. The men in question, were, Victory, Dreamer, Mr. Money, Sushi, Henry, Smalls, and Jewel. At least that’s what they called themselves.

The house was almost as big as the floor you and Johnny slept on, and instead of the horrid strong piss smell you were accustomed to, you instead smelled the first scent of oranges being peeled, and jasmine. Oh and with that alluring jasmine, you began to relax. The Ripple home always made you feel happy again.

“Ah, Y/n, John, we missed ya.” Jewel said, he had many piercings along his ears, and his eyes shone brightly as the gems he wore on his fingers. “You’re gonna love him.” Henry and Smalls took the duffel bags of the powder drugs, and started to move it to someplace upstairs, nodding at you both.

As always, Sushi was there to hug you and Johnny extremely tightly. Sushi was a big tall man with always a big enough smile to hold sushi in his mouth. He led you both to the main living area, as he sat down. Being the size he is, his knees popped out as if he was sitting in child furniture. Johnny smiled at him, “So, got any news for us about this new, partner?”

You nodded as Sushi thought, “Well, he’s pretty cool I guess! I know he likes to use katanas.”

Johnny widened his eyes, “He gets to use katanas?!”

You scoffed, obviously jealous, “That’s bullshit.”

“I guess,” you and Johnny turned immediately, before bowing your heads. Respect was a given, always, to the boss.

The Ripple commander, Mr. Money, had this sort of aura that said for you and Johnny to bow down, or else. Today he wore a suit, it being a dark greyish blue, and its flannel outline colours were traced with a flower pink, and lavender as he softly sighed. None of disappointment, at least from what you could tell.

“Good morning.” he said with bliss. “I see Victory told you everything?”

“Yes.” You and John muttered.

“Good, good, uh, Sushi, get their things ready. This job by the way, might as well be your last.”

You looked up now, and glared at your boss. You felt yourself get a little shy, yes it was his house but why didn’t he have a shirt- “Fuck no. Nuh uh. We spent nearly a fuckin decade with you. You cannot kick us out now!”

“Misunderstanding me is very much what I expected. However, it’s because, with Yuta,”

You looked around as you freeze. A man came in from behind, in the kitchen area. He was a bit younger than Johnny, with a few scars on his left cheek. He wore, what had, had to be an expensive suit. He wore silver chains that suited his bright red outfit, which almost the colour of your face. And, what raged you the most;

He held two katanas in each hand. He looked at you, and you realized he wore a light shade of makeup.

“He wants to work with us. With him, this job could be your last. It’ll be 17k, and you won’t even have to split.” Mr. Money gives Johnny the file. “Just come back when it’s done.”

Yuta blinked a little slowly as he bent down, to show like the Boss, he only had a small black shirt hiding his chest.

“Let’s do this well.” the man mumbled. To you or the boss, you had no idea.

You stared at him the entire way as he came to kneel and listen to the job. The knot in your stomach had redone itself, at least five times. You finally took your eyes away, and shook your head as you began to breathe normally.

Last job, you reminded yourself. This is the last job. And no way are you letting some, pretty boy assassin ruin it now. “So,” you crossed your arms. “What’s the assignment, John?”

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omisbreakfast · 4 years

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i rank every summer outfits from a3! because??

because i can. also fuck you.

the first version of this was deleted by tumblr in my drafts and now i have to re write it entirely and i fucking hate it here... anyways.

i’m biased as fuck

sorry it’s a long post

harugumi :

itaru : yeah no actually it’s pretty fine. ngl itaru is kinda hot when he dress correctly so there’s that. also, he’s often in pink. it suits him, but i don’t like it. still.... cute. but it’s also itaru so not too much praises. 9/10

citron : why.......... the shoes.... what the fuck are those shoes.... where did you even find them..... do you wanna fight or something.... this fills me with rage... you’ve disappointed me, citron... also hate the shirt. 3/10

tsuzuru : casual, soft, classic boy... nothing much to say here. but WHY THE FUCKING HAT??? IT RUINS EVERYTHING...... at least wear it correctly PLEASE. YOU DUMABSS. and the shoes would have been better in another color. i just,,,,, why tsuzuru, why the hat... 4/10

sakuya : i can’t bring myself to say bad things about sakuya. (also the fact that i don’t remember what i wrote before the first version of this post got deleted in my drafts pisses me off) but like,,, he’s cute. i mean it’s a classic outfit. tho the choice of the shirt is questionable as fuck. also HES SO TINY BABY. 6/10

masumi : yeah no actually i like it. i really like the shirt for some reason, it suits him. BUT BUT BUT the pants looks weird as hell LMAO?? like... it makes him looks like a crotch less ken doll??? it’s,,, really weird. also the shoes are.... hmmm.... overall good balance but there’s some weird stuffs going on. 7/10

chikage : garbage boy stink man. fucking looks like a rich white boy coming home from tennis and i fucking hate it here ™ if i’m objective about this it’s actually NOT bad but it loses several points for the sole reason that it’s fucking chikage and i won’t take shit for it. 6/10

natsugumi :

kazunari : why. why do you do this. why. why. how am i supposed to ever learn how to love when you backstab me like this, kaz ? what do we do now ? i trusted you and you betrayed me. i can never find love ever again............ yeah ok. pls let’s skip to the next one.... 2/10 (and two points is because it’s kaz and i just can’t bring myself to truly hate him.)

yuki : it’s not bad but i hate this dress. like. his outfits are usually ok but this? no. YOU LOOK LIKE A GOOD CHRISTIAN BOY, DAMN IT YUKI. are YOU GOING TO CHURCH TO PRAISE THE LORD TODAY TOO? also the colour of it... no. 4/10

tenma : congrats you rich boy you finally have a decent outfit ! though i don’t understand the concept of your zip being infront but ok. bet his stans like it smh. also i like the color of his jacket. very nice. 8/10

muku : baby i love u so much but u look like the pinterest girls who take aesthetic pictures in flowers fields and are smiling like the sun @ the camera.......... which is not per se but it’s a whole vibe. also stop wearing orange. it doesn’t go with your hair well........ ilu cutie. 8/10

misumi : my sweet boy. why are you wearing an hoodie with a jacket. why. it’s summer you idiot. you’ll get overheated. stop. but overall he looks very nice. idk i just think he’s neat......... i. i love u @ misumi. 9/10 (don’t look at me)

kumon : he... he looks like.... a j-j-j*ck..... which he is............... i just........... oh my god. i love kumon but he IS a jock i JUST ???? LALFKGKK. also his fucking shoes makes me lose my mind because this is so fucking bullshit ???? so ugly it hurts my eyes.... he’s lucky he’s a good boy. 4/10

akigumi :

juza : nah he hot as hell in this pass on it. if you’re asking yourself why he looks so good, here’s your answer : his arms. his arms are great. i can excuse his sandales this time cuz IT IS summer but yeah. yeah no he’s cute and- yeah. ok. yeah. hm hm. 9.5/10

taichi : so the thing with taichi is that his style is NOT bad per se but like. he’s a skater boy. so my standards are already very low for him,,,, like no offence i love taichi so much but,,,, that’s how it be.... his shirts are usually so big he looks like a GOD DAMN FLAG i can’t with this. and i don’t like how baggy his pants are but yeah,,,, it’s just a whole look.... anyways................ 6/10

omi : in which yosei boys decided to fucking test my patience by putting on classic, good looking clothes and decided to absolutely ruin my entire hopes and dreams (if i’m being dramatic ? no i am not.) AND their WHOLE outfits adding an useless stupid fucking hat thay doesnt seems even to be worn properly. omi, tsuzuru, you’ll pay for this. 7/10

sakyo : (i’m tired as heck and i almost forgot about sakyo when he’s right in the middle) actually i like this. it’s color coordinated and i think that’s very nice. but i wish his pants would have been a little bit longer. yeah no that’s it for real. also idk what’s about this outfit but he really shows how skinny he really is LMAOOO. shithead sakyo. 8/10

azami : the thing about azami is that usually his upper half is pretty well dressed, or whatever, but when we look at his pants/shoes its where everything goes to shit. Like ???? what the fuck man you could have done so much better if you didn’t decide to put this gigantic pants who looks like you’re gonna fly with it or fucking whatever (i don’t need to make sense i’m TIRED) also his shoes bothers me. can’t believe he’s fucking 15 like shut up. 6/10

banri : ...... *inhales* FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU. fuck you and your ugly ass little hat and your zombie like haircut i. fucking despise you. if he were standing right infront of me, no he wouldn’t be because he would deck him so hard. YOU HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY CLOTHES AND THE TIME TO TRY AND MAKE IT LOOK GOOD ?? SO WHY???? what’s going on in your ugly ass little head bitch. THANK YOU god he isn’t wearing any animal prints in this, thats one thing. imagine this awful outfit with the ugly shoes and stUPID FUCKING HAT that i hate, with a leopard print shirt.... yeah cursed. i know. sorry banri stans i cant hear you over the sound of your man fishing with joe and bertrand on a sunday morning at 6am. 3/10

fuyugumi :

tasuku : ... idk man. he’s just there. why is... his shoes... so flashy........ bruh...... also he looks like a very straight man and idk how to feel about this. we know u gay bitch. 7/10

hisoka : except for the fucking weird ass pants it’s actually ok. he looks.... very comfy. 10/10 would CUDDLE...... pls hisoka.... i’m tired... fluffy boy..... ugh..... i don’t have much to say about this ok he just.... spare some cuddles. 7/10

actually i like it. well. there’s two things that bothers me. GREEN. DOESN’T. SUIT. HIM. PERIOD. if u think otherwise i’m sorry. it’s just awful with his purple hair (or whatever color it is) imo. and the second..... the square should have been a triangle. i won’t take no’s. 8.5/10

tsumugi : ngl tsumugi gives me little lost boy looking for his mommy vibes. at first i thought it was his outfits but no, it’s just his face. and this ? doesn’t make it better. idk how to explain but how he wears his shirt makes it look like he’s floating and it’s kinda cute in a... special way. he’s just a very sweet boy. 7/10

azuma : i can’t bring myself to even say bad things about azuma... it’s physical. i just can’t. i have a theory his power is that strong and therefore i cannot critizice this beauty. he just. is. ya know........ sigh...... 9/10

guy : if he dresses like this, that’s.... that’s not your man, ladies. that’s your loving, hardworking and dedicated husband who just went to pick some flowers in the prairies next to your little farm in the middle of the nowhere but who’s still paradise on earth cuz it’s the two of you and you couldn’t ask for anything more. deadass. fucking peasants. 4/10

#a3!#a3 #and now i’m going to sleep #THE ORIGINAL ONE WAS MUCH FUNNIER OK #also if you’re wondering i care at all about all the mistakes i made.... no. no i don’t #UGH #long post #in which i still think i’m fucking hilarious

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littlespoonevan · 4 years

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listen!!! ian/mickey/mandy was my original brot3 i had to bring her back!!!!! i hope you like it, bud :D <3

Mandy never used to believe that Ian and Mickey would last.

To be fair, the day she found out was also the day their relationship reached its first real breaking point. (Though a part of her remembers not feeling shocked at all, all the pieces – Ian seeing someone he refused to name, Ian overly concerned about Mickey’s wedding, Mickey always conveniently showing up whenever she and Ian were hanging out – suddenly falling into place.)

And she’d taken Ian’s side because- well, as far as she could see Mickey was fucking Ian over just so he could stay in the closet. She’d been wrong, obviously, though no one’s ever actually told her that directly. But there were enough context clues for her to more or less figure out what had happened – especially after the night of Yevgeny’s christening.

So she’d found out about them and she’d been around them and she knew, deep down, they loved each other. But to her it had always seemed like a doomed sort of love. In the way that love tends to be if you’re a Milkovich or a Gallagher.

She’d watched for about a year and a half as they’d clung to each other, desperately trying to make it work despite the world throwing every fucking problem it possibly could at them. And then one day it ended and she wasn’t in Chicago anymore and she still wishes she could’ve said she was surprised when she heard the news.

Time passed after that and she didn’t really talk much to either them but she hoped they’d move on. At least, she knew Ian was trying.

Then one day she’d gotten a phonecall from Beckman Correctional and Mickey was on the other line. (She’d known he’d escaped prison the first time – the cops had come knocking on her door too.) And it was strange talking to him after so long but nice too. In its own way. She’d nearly dropped the phone when he told her Ian was his cellmate.

(She’d heard about that too – Gay Jesus could still reach her even in Boston.)

After that Mickey started using his weekly phonecall to call her while Ian, with a much longer laundry list of relatives, started calling her once a month. It had been the most she’d spoken to either of them in years but she liked it – it made her feel connected to someone again, like her family hadn’t been totally obliterated.

She hadn’t planned on missing the wedding.

But part of getting her shit together meant not flaking on work responsibilities and she’d been roped into securing some account in Toronto with her boss and couldn’t get out of it. She’d managed to score a long weekend off a few weeks later though and promised she’d come visit then which had seemed to be enough to appease them both.

That’s how she finds herself standing on the steps of the Gallagher house on a Friday in February with an overnight bag on her shoulder.

Ian had insisted there’d be plenty of room for her here but she’ll believe that when she sees it. There’s always more people than there should be in this house. She hesitates for a moment, considering knocking but then feeling weird for even thinking it. No one knocks on the door to the Gallagher house. Testing the handle, she finds it unlocked and gently pushes it open.

The house is a lot quieter than it used to be and it throws her for a loop for a moment before she hears voices in the kitchen.

She steps further into the living room, pausing by the back of the couch when she catches sight of Ian and Mickey through the kitchen door. They’re…doing dishes. She thinks.

More specifically, they’re laughing as Ian replaces the glasses in the cabinet and Mickey idly spins a dishtowel in his hand.

“You’re so full of shit!” Mickey’s saying and the size of his grin momentarily leaves Mandy dumbstruck. She can’t even remember the last time Mickey smiled like that. Looking so…content and at ease and happy in own skin.

“I swear to god!” Ian exclaims, turning away from the cabinets and giving Mandy a clear view of the mischievous expression on his face as he holds in a laugh. “The guy’s dick was fuckin’ purple. Nastiest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Mickey makes a face before dropping the towel on the counter and taking the two steps it takes to put himself in Ian’s path. He cups Ian’s face between his hands and says, very solemnly, “You ever break my dick when we’re having sex and I’ll break your neck.”

Ian barks out a laugh and Mandy has to quickly bite her lip to stop a snort of her own as she watches Ian’s hands fit to her brother’s waist. “Pretty sure I’m the one who needs to worry about that,” he points out, expression light and amused as he quirks an eyebrow at Mickey’s reply.

He says it too quietly for Mandy to hear but whatever it is they’re kissing hardly a second later. She considers clearing her throat to make her presence known then because she knows what happens when Ian and Mickey start kissing when they’ve got the house to themselves but they break apart after a few seconds with matching grins. Ian looks up absentmindedly and his eyes land on her, his grin freezing on his face.

“Mandy!” he says, surprise and excitement colouring his voice. He lets his hands fall from Mickey’s waist just as Mickey turns to look at her.

She only has the briefest moment to share a look with him before Ian’s bounding over and sweeping her into a hug. “Hey,” he breathes, squeezing her tight. “Sorry, we didn’t hear you come in.”

Mandy hugs him back and instantly feels herself calm. Ian’s presence has always been comforting. She still remembers stealing whatever bit of affection she could from him when they were teenagers. When he dutifully let her call him her boyfriend even after it became very clear that was never gonna happen.

“It’s okay,” she says on a laugh. “You two looked busy.”

Ian leans back with a bashful expression, squeezing her shoulders before stepping out of the way so she can say hi to Mickey. There’s a single second where they both flounder as they stare at each other before Mickey’s pulling her into a hug and letting out a soft, “Hey.”

She doesn’t expect it but as she wraps her arms around Mickey’s shoulders she can’t help the feeling of déjà-vu that hits her, thinking back to the day she and Ian went to pick Mickey up from juvie. It’s a similar hug, light and familiar and comfortable, and it makes her smile.

In a lot of ways, they used to be normal siblings. They’d been the closest in age out of all their siblings and as the two youngest they sort of naturally fell into that dynamic of driving each other insane while also being willing to defend each other to the death.

Things got more complicated as they got older. Their words becoming sharper sometimes, their inability to help each other like they used to suddenly paralysing them both and making it difficult to know how to interact.

But this feels like before.

Mickey messes up her hair when she pulls away and, inexplicably, it makes a lump form in her throat. Fuck, it’s been so long since they could just joke with each other. But Mandy hasn’t had bruises on her face for years and Mickey has a wedding ring on his finger that he actually wants so maybe it’s time they can get back to that.

“You kept the blonde, huh?” Mickey says when he steps back and Mandy lifts her chin in a haughty smirk.

“Anything to stop people from saying I look like your ugly mug,” she retorts, slipping back into an old banter that comes to her without even thinking about it.

“Bitch,” Mickey grumbles but he’s smiling like he’s amused.

Ian’s hand lands on Mickey’s shoulder before his other reaches for Mandy. “Mands, drop your bag. We can talk in the kitchen.”

Mandy does as she’s told, letting Ian shepherd them both into the kitchen. She tries not to smirk at the fact Mickey doesn’t shrug Ian off this time, electing instead to wind his own arm around Ian’s waist.

They sit at the kitchen table as Ian goes to the fridge to inspect its contents. “You want a drink?” he asks over his shoulder. “We’ve got beer, milk, orange juice, soda, coffee-“

“Coffee sounds good,” she says. The flight hadn’t been all that long but travelling always wears her out a little.

“Mick?” Ian asks and Mickey considers him for just a second before saying, “Make one for me too.”

Mandy raises an eyebrow at him and he ducks his head, looking embarrassed. “’m tryna stop drinking beer before five o’clock.”

The laugh that comes out of her is a little disbelieving but she’s impressed. It’s rare to see Mickey actively trying to take care of himself.

Ian sets the coffee pot going and there’s a sort of awkward pause where none of them quite know what to say before she finally decides on the safest topic. “So tell me about the wedding.”

Mickey scoffs at the same time Ian laughs and she looks between them until Mickey says, “Long version or short version?”

And is that even a question. “Long,” she says decisively.

As Ian returns to the table with their coffees they regale her with the complicated events leading up to their wedding ceremony – including her dad burning their fucking venue down.

“Have you heard from him since?” she asks, feeling an old anxiety twist around her spine. She can’t say she’s missed Terry Milkovich since she’s been gone.

“Not since he shot up our fuckin’ honeymoon suite,” Mickey mutters and Mandy feels a pang of sympathy for them. It’s about fucking time the two of them just got to be happy with no strings attached.

Before she can say anything though Ian’s hand reaches out to grasp Mickey’s on the table-top and Mickey offers him a small, grateful smile. And it’s these little moments that keep shocking her, really. The causal ways they touch each other or look at each other. The way they keep picking up each other’s sentences as they tell the wedding story.

Everything about their relationship before had felt so life or death, these moments of just being were few and far between.

Eventually the conversation about the wedding winds down and Ian asks her about her job and it’s weird, the three of them having such a grown-up conversation, but every second word out of Mickey’s mouth is still “fuck” and Ian’s still got that puppy-dog grin he used to wear when he was fifteen so maybe things haven’t changed all that much.

Ian gets up when Liam comes home from school, following him up the stairs to help him move whatever he needs out of his bedroom and into Carl’s while Mandy stays over since, “Liam’s room is definitely the cleanest,” and Mandy watches Mickey watch Ian, a soft smile on his lips as he stares after Ian until he’s out of sight.

Mickey’s gaze returns to the table then but the smile is still there. After a second or two of silence Mandy kicks his leg under the table. Mickey’s gaze snaps up to stare at her. “What?”

She feels herself start to smile without actually planning to. “You’re really fucking happy now, huh?”

Mickey’s face goes blank with surprise before that bashful twist to his mouth comes back and he averts his gaze, shrugging once. “I guess.”

“Oh, you guess!” she scoffs, kicking him again. “Jesus Christ, Ian’s dick can’t be that great.”

Mickey smirks then. “Jealous you never got to find out for yourself?”

“Shut up, asshole,” she huffs, laughing in spite of herself. “I’m being serious.”

Mickey makes an incredulous noise and Mandy clears her throat, forcing herself to be sincere. “I mean it, Mick,” she says and his expression smooths out at the earnestness in her voice. “You two really figured shit out.”

Mickey doesn’t say anything for a moment before he breathes out a soft laugh. “I mean it was about fuckin’ time.”

Mandy grins. “No arguments there.”

Mickey looks like he’s about to say more when Ian’s footsteps suddenly sound on the staircase again. “What are you two talking about?” he asks, jogging down the last few steps.

“Just about how Mandy’s still jealous you had sex with me and not her,” Mickey says casually and Mandy lets out a choked noise, reaching over and punching Mickey’s arm as hard as she can.

Ian’s laughing as he comes to stand behind Mickey, hands settling on Mickey’s shoulders like they belong there and Mickey looks from him to Mandy with a shit-eating grin.

“Don’t worry, Mands,” Ian says. “You got to call me your boyfriend first.”

“Ey!” Mickey calls out, affronted, and Ian grins down at him, eyebrows raised in an, Am I wrong? look.

And Mandy’s just- she’s relieved, more than anything. Because they fucking deserve this – all three of them do. They deserve to be able joke about the good shit in their past in the safety of a present that isn’t threatening to take away their future. They deserve some fucking peace of mind.

And as she watches Ian lean down to kiss the top of Mickey’s head before he returns to his seat at the table she thinks it’s probably time to rethink her stance on whether or not Mickey and Ian are going to make it.

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chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay · 4 years

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//Day 28//

//Childhood Friends//

Every summer since she could remember, Marinette would go to Gotham with her mother, father and uncle Jagged.

When she was in the city, her uncle would take her to visit his friend Bruce. He had kids as well and when the adults would talk, Marinette would play Acrobats with Dick and later she would play Detectives with Tim. This was years before she met Damian or Jason.

The summer before Marinette turned ten, she met Damian. She entered the Wayne's home with her uncle, when she noticed a boy around her age glaring at her from behind a door. When she blinked he was gone.

Not thinking much of it, Marinette proceeded to find Tim. Despite the boy being 17 now, Tim was happy to play Detectives with Marinette.

In the middle of their game, Marinette spotted the boy peeking around the corner and staring at the two. She smiled back at him, only to be given a confused look.

Marinette was not one to exclude someone from a game so she got up and approached the boy, "Hi, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng. What's your name?"

The boy was quiet for a second, before he said in a slightly haughty voice, "I'm Damian. What are you doing?"

Marinette smiled, "We're playing Detectives, do you -"

Damian cut her off, "What are you doing here, I meant. Who is that man with you?"

She stopped, feeling slightly hurt. Tim, upon noticing the girls expression, butt in, "Marinette has been coming to the Manor every summer since she was a baby, her uncle is a family friend. Don't be rude, Damian, for once in your life."

Tim turned to Marinette, "Sorry about him, he's… Paranoid, to say the least."

Marinette brightened up, "It's alright, if I saw a random girl come into my house, I'd be suspicious, too."

…..

Later that day, Damian approached Marinette, "I'm sorry for how I acted, Miss Dupain-Cheng. It was wrong of me to assume the worst."

She smiled back at him, "It's alright. Maybe, we can be friends?"

And Damian agreed.

For the rest of the summer, the two were attached to the hip, causing mischief all around the Manor. Not that Bruce minded, at least Damian could act like a child.

When Marinette left for Paris at the end of the break, Damian was back to his gloomy self and Bruce decided the friendship between the two was good.

And that was the start of the Wayne's going to Paris for winter break.

…..

When Marinette was thirteen, she met Jon. Damian's new best friend.

While she wasn't jealous, Marinette did wish she only lived a city away from Gotham so she could see her friends more often.

But as soon as she and Jon talked to each other (and decided that they could all be best friends together (despite Damian insisting they are just friendly acquaintances of his)) the three of them got on like a house on fire. Damian was acting even more like a kid, which made Bruce ecstatic.

When Marinette left for home and Jon left for Metropolis for the school year, Damian went back to his broody self.

'Next time we go to Paris,' Bruce thought, 'Let's bring the Kents along with us.'

…..

Every winter break Damian and Marinette would go ice skating, bringing Jon along just made it more fun.

They talked about everything, even the new girl in Marinette's class who lied about everything. At that point Lila was still 'in Achu' so Marinette want too bothered about her.

…..

When Marinette was 18, she went to Gotham for the first time during the school year. As class president, she was in charge of organising school trips, so with the permission from her teacher and the principal she was able to get the class a trip to Gotham.

She tried to keep it on the downlow, knowing how if he heard about the trip, Bruce would tell the school how they won a competition or something for the trip of a lifetime, just so he could keep Marinette and her friends in luxury.

And somehow, Bruce did hear about the trip and did exactly that.

He upgraded the group to first class on the plane, booked nice hotel rooms, got the class very exclusive tours around the city and gave them tickets to the upcoming Wayne Gala (all of which Lila took credit for). He even offered to give Marinette's whole class spending money, to which she shut down immediately, "You're already giving us too much, Uncle Bruce."

What Marinette didn't know was that Bruce knew exactly what the situation was like in Marinette's class and he planned to deal with it his way.

…..

When everyone heard about the Gala, immediately Marinette was bombarded with requests for clothes, she repeated what she had said hundreds of times before, "I'm sorry but it's far too short notice."

Throughout the week in Gotham, Marinette had seen several members of the Wayne family operating tours for her group. She was suspicious, but once she noticed how they were silently making lasting impressions on her classmates and poking small holes in Lila's lies, Marinette realised what their plan was, or at least what part of their plan was. Subtly reveal themselves to be Wayne's at the Gala after Lila had been telling lies about them during tours they had operated themselves.

In fact, Marinette thought it was brilliant, but she didn't even realise the last part.

……

On the night of the Gala, the class was waiting in the lobby for Marinette. Mlle. Bustier wouldn't let them forget her a third time so they were all waiting for her.

Each of them were wearing old clothes that were designed by Marinette but were not suitable for a Gala.

The boys wore wrinkled suits in brown and grey colours, despite the dress code being black tie.

The girls wore old dresses of Marinette's although they were much too casual for the event.

Lila and Alya however, were both wearing old dresses of Alya's designed by Marinette, too, but they had been drastically altered.

Alya's dress used to be a simple sunset orange swing dress with the special signature on the hem. However, now, it had been cut to be above the knee with a badly sewn hem making it lose its graceful shape. Someone had gotten hold of a bedazzler and added rhinestones to the bodice.

Lila's dress used to be a maxi green dress with lace sleeves and a jewel neckline. Now, the sleeves were cut off, the skirt had a large cut down the side and the neckline was cut so awkwardly it seems like the dress was unfinished.

Both girls seemed to think their dresses were the best of the class and they didn't let their faces hide their smug pride.

When the elevator door opened they're smug faces dropped.

Out came Marinette wearing a beautiful midnight blue evening gown with a tulle bottom and a detailed featherlike bodice.

Her hair was in a low bun with feather shaped silver hair clips decorating it.

Her shoes were simple midnight blue high heels.

Lila started laughing at Marinette, despite her jealousy, "Overdressed much, Marinette?"

With her the class started laughing.

Marinette just smiled and said nothing.

…..

The ride up to Wayne Manor was not at all pleasant, despite the over the top limo Bruce had sent. Every single conversation was how poor Lila wouldn't be able to see her Damiboo because he was gone to Achu for the month.

That was a lie if Marinette ever heard one.

When they arrived, Lila and Alya were the first out of the limo, followed by the rest of the class. When they saw what the other guests were wearing the class felt bad about laughing at Marinette's outfit. Each outfit was trying to one up the others in obscurity or beauty. They passed a woman with a taxidermied peacock on her shoulder, several men in tuxedos and a woman in a dress that matched her lipstick perfectly.

However, when they reached the door of the Manor, where the Wayne's were greeting guests, they saw all the tour guides they had for the week and were bad mouthing. Each and every one of them was a Wayne.

But the person who was most horrified was Lila, she had been lying about being friends with the Wayne's all week to their own faces.

Just as they were about to enter the Manor, the biggest man, Jason, stopped them, "Oh you must be the class from Paris. I'm afraid I can't let you in until Marinette comes to vouch for you all."

An annoyed Alya rolled her eyes, "Why would we need Marinette? Lila here has been friends with you guys for years, she's even dating Damian Wayne."

The whole family's eyes landed on a boy with tanned skin around their age, he shook his head, "I've never known a Lila in my life."

A shock passed through the class, why did Lila tell them she knew the Wayne's then?

Soon an elegant figure graced the steps up to the Manor. Marinette.

Bruce smiled, "Ah, Marinette, I haven't seen you since Christmas, your uncle is inside."

She smiled at him, "Thank you for all the hospitality while we were in the city."

He grinned and Marinette frowned, she knew that smile and she did not like that he was about to use it in front of her classmates, "Anything for my honorary niece."

The class was shocked, again. Why did Marinette know the Wayne's and not say anything?

"I won't keep you, go inside and have some fun," Bruce smiled.

As she passed, Damian gave her a wink.

Once they entered the foyer the class exploded.

"Why didn't you tell us you knew the Wayne's?"

"How do you know them?"

Marinette shook them off, "I don't have to tell you anything. Now I'm off to find my uncle with Adrien."

She strode off with Adrien in tow.

He smiled at her, "Imagine how they'll react when they find out about Damian."

Marinette rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle push, "Oh, shush. You're just happy to see Tim, again."

He frowned, "Hey, the man's pretty."

"And 7 years older than you and spoken for." She said with her eyebrows raised.

Just then a tall man with blue eyes and black hair walked passed and Adrien sighed dreamily, "What about Jon? I know you guys were friends since you were like 13."

Marinette smiled, "Well, technically he's like 3 or 4 years older than us now and yes, he's single."

Adrien fist bumped Marinette and fixed his hair, "Send this cat luck, milady." He said before following the taller man.

…..

Marinette found her Uncle Jagged just before he was about to perform.

He smiled widely at her and gave her a huge hug, "Marinette, I'm so glad you could come. The outfits you made for me are rockin'."

Before she could even thank her uncle, Jagged got called onto the stage, "See ya later, Nette."

…..

Throughout the night Marinette danced and talked with old friends, despite having to shoo her classmates away at time.

At the end of the night Bruce had said a speech, "I wanted to thank you all for coming and donating. It's for the wonderful cause of helping homeless children around the city," the audience clapped, "I wanted to thank my friend Jagged Stone for playing tonight," everyone cheered, "And I wanted to thank Jagged's niece MDC for making my family's clothes for tonight."

Soon however, a slightly tipsy Dick grabbed the microphone and said, "She's also Damian's girlfriend."

The crowd laughed at the acrobats antics and soon everyone good back to dancing and chatting.

Marinette had danced with Cass, Tim, Jason and Dick but she hadn't gotten a chance to dance with Damian yet and the night was ending.

She looked everywhere and was about to give up when another voice spoke from the stage, it was Damian, "I wanted to say something before you all left for the night," people stopped shuffling so they could hear better, "As you heard earlier, my girlfriend is MDC and I just wanted to say a few things, M would you come up to the stage, please."

Marinette smiled and walked up the steps, a shocked cacophony of gasps filled the room, especially from her classmates.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I have known you for 8 years, since we were ten, and we've been dating for 3 of those wonderful years. And I love you very much, more than I have ever loved anything."

Marinette's eyes started to tear up along with most of the crowds. One pair of eyes though was dry and glaring.

"I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I'm so glad we made up, because I don't know where I'd be without you today."

He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring, "Will you marry me?"

The crowd sucked in a breath and Marinette with her eyes puffy from tears, nodded, "Yes. Yes I will marry you."

He stood up and kissed her and the whole audience aww'd. Well the whole audience apart from Lila, who's angry yells were drowned out by the rest of the guests.

The newly engaged couple walked off the stage and into a quiet hallway to think, only to find both their best friends together and kissing.

Marinette put her fingers to her lips and snuck up on the two, "Are we to expect a double wedding?"

The two jumped apart blushing. Before Adrien noticed her wording.

"Wait. Wedding?! You better not hurt her Wayne or I'll hurt you."

Marinette playfully shoved her partner, "Don't be a silly kitty, I'd hurt him first."

Damian smiled lovingly at his fiancée, "I wouldn't be it any other way, Angel."

…..

@daminette-december2019

This was the dress I imagined for Marinette if you were wondering

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anna-pixie · 4 years

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blind date / part two

this is a continuation of this

pairings: poe dameron x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

i’m not completely happy with this so i will probably edit it in the next few days, once i’ve worked through my requests <3

****

You sigh in content, sipping your caf slowly as you wait for Rey to return from whatever mission she is on now. She took the whole crew with her this time, Chewie, Finn, BB8 and Poe, so it’s safe to say you’re getting pretty bored.

You’re nervous to see Poe, things have been good between you since the night in the forest but you couldn’t help but still be scared that you would fall back into your old ways somehow. It doesn’t help that you still haven’t done anything remotely sexual, and everyone knows that Poe is like a living sex machine. What if he gets bored? You almost gave in that night in the forest, but you stopped him before it went any further. For one, you didn’t want him to think that you were proposing some sort of friends-with-benefits situation. Two, you knew he had been up to no good with the blonde pilot (who you found out is called Ria) and you definitely didn’t want to be his sloppy seconds of the night. No thank you.

You were happy with how you are, though you still feel like Poe is slightly ashamed. For one, no one knows about this development in your relationship. Sure, everyone knows that you’re friends now, but any kissing or affectionate behaviour is done in complete privacy. You’re tired of it, you just want Poe to be your boyfriend, public and proud.

A brown parcel landing on the table in front of you startles you and you look up, realising with a smile that Rey has thrown it over at you. Luckily it just missed your caf. Your eyes travel over her shoulder as she starts to approach and you grin as the rest of your friends enter. Poe is trailing behind slightly and you frown slightly as you see Ria approaching him, her hand placed on his bicep as she talks to him. Probably congratulating him on the mission.

“Open it then!” Rey finally arrives, and you get up to hug her tightly, savouring every time they return safely from a dangerous mission. You greet Finn and Chewie with a hug, patting BB8 on his metal head which leaves him beeping happily. He rests next to your feet when you sit back down, keeping his vision on his mater who is still talking to Ria.

You carefully tear the brown paper and gasp, your fingers delicately grasping the pink gem encased in a necklace. Your eyes are teary when you look back up at Rey. You had a necklace identical to this, they were a common trade on Corellia, your home planet, your mother had bought you one as a child and you never took it off. During one particularly nasty First Order assault, you had lost the necklace, and Rey was there to witness you breakdown about it.

“We passed Corellia on our way back and I couldn’t help myself,” Rey grins, offering to put the necklace on you. You round the table to let Rey fasten the necklace behind your neck which means your eyeline is now fixed on Poe and Ria. She laughs at something he says, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear as she looks at him. Maker, get a room. As if sensing your gaze on him, Poe looks up, his face lighting up as he spots you. You smile at him and beckon him over, he says a quick goodbye to Ria who doesn’t look too happy now, and jogs over to you. He is still in his flight suit which you adore, you don’t think anyone suits the colour orange quite like Poe.

You giggle as Poe attempts to hug you, but Rey bats him away with a whine that she’s fixing the necklace.

“Nice necklace.” Poe smiles, a strange look in his eyes that you can’t decipher.

You go to respond but your eyes catch something, a dark mark where Poe’s neck disappears into his flight suit. At first you think it may be a trick of the light, but as you look a little closer you realise that it is unmistakably a love bite. And he definitely didn’t receive it from you.

“Thank you.” You smile tightly, trying not to show how bothered you are. He isn’t your boyfriend, Y/N, no matter how much you might want him to be.

You turn back to Rey once she has fastened your necklace and give her another hug, thanking her with a heavy voice.

“Um, I’d better go, I’ve got to give a report to General Organa,” You grab your cup of caf and give BB8 a little pet, pouting when he beeps sadly at you to stay, “I’ll see you soon, buddy, okay?”

“We’re having movie night in my room tonight, be there for 7.” Rey reminds you and you bite your lip, trying to think of an excuse to get out of this. You don’t want to be around Poe right now.

“I think I’ll sit this one out, I’m not feeling too well.” You keep your statement short and vague, not giving anyone time to respond to you before you walk out of the cantina towards the comms room. If anyone can cheer you up it’s General Organa.

*****

Your mood has improved by the time you leave the comms room a few hours later, you joked around with Leia the whole time. She could sense you were feeling down so put extra thought into keeping your spirits up.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You let out a slight scream as Finn emerges from where he leant against a little cubby next to the comms room. You clutch your chest as you laugh slightly, not expecting him to have waited for you. He laughs and apologises for scaring you, asking if you want to grab a cup of caf before he joins Poe and Rey for the movie.

You agree, not having anything else planned for your night. The two of you make idle chatter as you walk towards the cantina, it’s almost closing time so you don’t bother going to the counter, opting instead to use the caf machine on the far wall.

“So, what’s up?” You know there must be something Finn wants to talk to you about. The two of you are friends, but mostly through Rey, so you don’t often meet just the two of you.

“I know about you and Poe.” He states simply, no accusation or joking in his tone. You don’t respond at first, just look at him as you take a sip of your way too hot caf.

“How?” You reply, not really knowing what else to say.

“Poe told me, he couldn’t keep it in,” He shakes his head with a grin, “He really likes you, you know.”

“He seems to like Ria, too.” You can’t help the sarcastic comment that slips out, and Finn chuckles lightly at your thunderous expression. You really cannot hide your jealousy.

“We could see it from the start you know? Me and Rey,” He clarifies, pausing to take a long sip of his caf that has finally cooled down, “The moment you guys saw eachother anyone on the fucking planet could tell you wanted to rip eachothers clothes off.”

“The first thing Poe did was insult me… how did you reach that assumption?”

“Because Poe is not a mean person, the only time he would consider acting out like that is if he was trying to hide his affection. He doesn’t like being vulnerable.”

“That’s just immaturity, no?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing, Y/N.” You look down, knowing Finn is completely right.

“Well, I’m not cool with sharing him with Ria, so. I guess that’s that.”

“Y/N, you know I love you right? And that I just want you to be happy?”

“...Yeah.”

“Well, it’s time for some tough love, okay? And please for the love of Maker, don’t tell Poe. He’ll kick my arse if he thinks I gave you a hard time.”

“Lay it on me, Finn, I can take it. And I won’t say anything, pinky swear.” You smile, holding your pinky towards Finn who grins, intertwining your fingers.

He pulls back, his expression more serious as he prepares to pretty much lecture you. What can he say, he just wants Poe to be happy, and Maker knows that man is bad at expressing his emotions.

“How do you expect Poe to act, when you’ve given him no sort of clue what you want? Sure, it was ballsy of you to pull him aside and bare all. Props to you for that. But what have you done since? Nothing, except for occasionally make out - at least that’s what he told me. No talking, no setting boundaries, nothing. He thinks you regret it, you know? Because you told him that you liked him and then never mentioned it again, so I’m sure it hurts seeing him with Ria but he doesn’t know that you don’t want him to see other people. He doesn’t even know that you want him to see you properly. You need to tell him, Y/N.”

You stare at Finn, your mind trying to process the information he just threw at you. Your brows furrow and you want to argue with him, tell him that he’s wrong. But you can’t, because he isn’t. He’s right.

How could you expect Poe to be with only you when you haven’t even told him that’s what you want? Fuck. You need to talk to him.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re both idiots,” Finn laughs, gulping down the rest of his drink before standing and chucking it into the nearest bin, “Wanna come to movie night? I’m pretty sure Rey has just had a similar conversation with lover boy.”

“Oh, goodness.” You sigh, agreeing anyway because you know that the longer you put off talking to Poe, the worse you’ll feel.

Your hands are shaking by the time you get to Rey’s room, the girl in question cheering when she sees you and Finn standing by the door. Poe, who sits next to her on the edge of the couch, smiles nervously at the two of you.

Rey stands from the couch quickly, an over exaggerated shocked expression painting her face as she gasps, slapping her head quickly.

“Oh darn! I left my popcorn in the cantina, Finn come find it with me!” She makes a beeline for the door, sending me a wink as she passes.

“Not the popcorn!” Finn cries, seemingly trying to stifle a laugh as he follows Rey out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him.

Then there were two. Well, three if you count the powered down BB8 in the corner of the room.

“Popcorn, huh?” Poe chuckles, and you laugh awkwardly with him. How are you going to start this conversation?

“So-”

“I-”

You start talking at the same time, giggling slightly as you both awkwardly stop.

“Come sit down, Y/N. I don’t like things being awkward. We may have always been at eachothers throats, but it has never been awkward between us.” He pats the spot on the couch next to him. You follow his command, perching yourself on the edge of the couch, mirroring his position.

“I’m sorry, I know I left things really weird and unclear.” You opt to not beat around the bush, which Poe seems thankful for.

“Yeah, you kinda did,” He scratches the back of his neck, “But so did I.”

“Guess Finn was right, we’re both idiots,” You take a deep breath, “This thing between us, we’ve made it weird, haven’t we?”

“Yeah. I don’t want it to be weird, Y/N. I want to be with you, but how can I when I’m scared that deep down a part of you really does hate me?”

“Do you think we’re a lost cause?” You ask, your eyes pricking with tears at the fact that this could be over before it has even begun. Poe’s eyes widen and he shifts closer to you, his hands reaching up to cup your face gently, making sure your eyes don’t leave his.

“No, no, no…” His voice is soft, his thumb stroking your cheek ever so slightly making your eyes flutter, “I want this so bad, Y/N… I want you so bad.”

“I don’t like seeing you with Ria.”

“I know,” He admits, his cheeks flushing slightly as he looks down in shame, “I was trying to make you jealous.”

“It worked.”

“How about we take this slow, hm? We won’t rush into anything. Let’s start with being exclusive. I don’t see anyone else, you don’t see anyone else. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good.” You’re smiling now, biting your lip teasingly as you look at him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask.”

“Just being gentlemanly…”

“You, Poe Dameron, are not a gentleman.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

You laugh, still smiling slightly as your lips meet his. All of the tension in your bodies is poured into the kiss. He grabs your face harder, biting your bottom lip slightly as he expresses every emotion he can’t quite bring himself to say yet.

When Rey and Finn finally return, you’ve just finished giving Poe a love bite that puts Ria’s to shame.

“We’re matchmakers, baby.” Finn comments, hi 5ing Rey as you and Poe blush. You settle into his large arms as Rey sets up the movie.

You’re content again. For now.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x oc #poe imagine #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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1/3🔥Hello!! Congrats on your 300 followers!!! That’s amazing!!! :)))) You absolutely deserve it, your blog is just so hfkfjskalhdksla AnYwAy, I’d like to request a matchup please? I’m a female & prefer male & anyone whether it be a hero, villain or class 1-a is fine!! I’m 5’8 with long dark brown hair, light brown eyes (ok but I love my eyes) & a well-built body. My thighs r like low key thicc coz I have so much muscle(I do highly physically demanding sports) & kinda self conscious abt them—

2/3🔥I’m reserved when u first meet me but once u know me for a while I’ll be more open but it takes me a while coz I don’t trust people easily. ✨extroverted introvert✨ I like to hang out with people & I can be very loud & friendly but I need space as well coz my social energy depletes. I have a dark & sarcastic sense of humour & you’ll find me laughing at inappropriate times :P I’m analytical & don’t like it when people r unreasonable. I love watching people & studying them coz humans r just 3/3🔥so interesting. Love mountain climbing & rock climbing but also can be lazy, watch anime. Creative & spontaneous. Favourite colour is blue maybe lavender. A tomboy but love just dressing up fancily coz it’s just so fun^^; Not touchy feely but low key touch starved so yes pls cuddles but won’t be the one to start them. (But little spoon coz I’m always the 1 caring for everyone else T^T I just want love) Zodiac sign is Aquarius. Words: leaves, bonfire. Hope this wasn’t too long!! Stay safe💕

You reminded me of a certain character when you said you like to watch and study humans lmao (Izaya Orihara, is that you!?). I like to do the same! People watching can certainly be entertaining. Also, I just want you to know you are a precious bean. I love reading about all of your guys’ personalities and hobbies and favorite colors and everything. Y’all are so cute. <3

I match you with: Dabi!

-Okay. So your best friend Twice introduced you to the league at some point and convinced you to join, and that’s how you met Dabi. Dabi doesn’t tend to say much anyway and since you’re super reserved around people when you first meet, you guys didn’t really hit it off right away. You even got into a couple spats. They were never too bad and it never turned physical, but you would both annoy the shit out of each other.

-That is, until the day you found out that the both of you shared the same sense of humor. Someone (let’s be honest, probably Toga or Tomura) said something slightly suggestive, and you made a twisted joke in response without really thinking about it. Dabi was sitting next to you at the bar at the time and immediately burst out in laughter, which made you laugh too. From then on he was more friendly towards you and actually tried to get to know you.

-A favorite pastime of yours is roasting people together with your sarcastic sense of humor. He thinks it’s absolutely hilarious when you reply sarcastically to something someone said, and he’ll constantly egg you on because of that. He especially loves it when you get sarcastic with Shigaraki. He could watch that all day.

-He also really likes to human watch with you. You guys play that game where you watch people conversing and try to imagine what sort of crazy conversation they could be having. The two of you have come up with absolutely crazy things, and it makes for a good laugh. But other times he’ll take it seriously if you want, and he’ll listen to you while you tell him about how these people are, what you think their personalities are like, and so on. Dabi is pretty sure you’re spot on 99% of the time.

-The more you spend time together the more he realizes he really likes you and everything about you, including the fact that you mountain climb and watch anime. He never knew nature could be so relaxing. The first time he goes rock climbing with you, he feels so alive. It’s so relaxing and freeing for him- please make him do this more. But he’s also just down to watch anime with you if that’s what you want. His favorite physical trait of yours is your eyes. They’re just so...light. He likes to watch the emotions in them, likes to see them glittering with happiness while knowing he’s the one who’s causing that. Of course, he would NEVER say that out loud, but you can see it in that smirk of his.

-Dabi is smart enough to know when you want and need cuddles, and he also knows that you probably won’t ask for them because you’re just not the type to. Which is perfectly fine, because he would much rather give cuddles than receive them! He definitely wants to be the big spoon all the time, and he’s happy to hold you for as long as you want. Honestly, both of you are touch starved. He cuddles with his arms wrapped around you tight and you like to snuggle into him which makes him feel secure. It’s a good balance.

Fall Drable: Leaves/Bonfire

“I wasn’t expecting it to be this cold already.” You shivered and scooted closer to Dabi, your arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to keep in any warmth you could.

“I told you to check the weather before we went on this mission, you know. That’s your fault entirely. It’s not exactly Summer anymore.” He gave you a side glance before returning his attention to the fire in front of the both of you, orange flames dancing in the reflection of his eyes.

For a moment it seemed he was just going to sit there and leave you to freeze- you hoped he wouldn’t, but he sure could have his moods sometimes. However, a few seconds after the fact he sighed and wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer, swaddling part of his leather jacket around your frame as he did so. It was hardly big enough for the both of you, but it was all you had; both of you were guilty of under-packing for the weather, and neither of you had thought to bring a blanket or anything warmer than your sleeping bags. The mission wasn’t supposed to last longer than a few days, and the rest of the week had been warm, so you didn’t really think anything of it at the time.

“Can’t this fire get any warmer?” You pressed further into his side, relishing in the small amount of warmth from his coat. “It’s so small, it hardly makes a difference...and I’d rather not get hypothermia and die.” Your breath came out as an icy puff of air as you spoke.

“If you find me something that will burn for a while, we could make a bonfire. But there weren’t many sticks or trees around here...” As he trailed off, he glanced into the small tree row at the edge of the clearing. “We could probably scavenge some wood from that way, but it’s pretty far off.”

“Remind me again why we can’t just use your quirk?”

“Because it’ll burn everything within seconds. Do you want me to light this whole campsite on fire?”

“No thanks, I’m not in the mood for arson right now. Try me again tomorrow though, you never know,” you quipped back, your eyes rolling as you shook your head. You had already known why you couldn’t use his quirk to start the fire, but it didn’t change the amount of annoyance you felt after hearing him say it out loud.

You took a quick look around as well trying to see if there was any garbage or debris that you could light on fire, but you found nothing. Nothing but the large piles of surprisingly still-colorful leaves on the ground, the wind rustling them every time a breeze blew by. Somehow they managed to seem vibrant even after leaving the trees bare by falling to the ground and nestling into the dirt for a while. You leaned down and picked one up, absentmindedly throwing it into the fire.

“Don’t do that, you’ll smoke us ou-” Dabi started to chastise you but quickly stopped as he watched the orange maple leaf smolder in the embers of the fire without drowning your campsite in smoke. “Hey, it’s actually burning.” Maybe... “I’m gonna go see if I can find some larger sticks by the row of trees. You stay here by the fire and gather up a couple piles of leaves. If we can burn up enough dry leaves with the sticks, then they’ll catch fire to the logs and keep it going.”

“I’ll do anything if it means this fire gets even slightly warmer.”

A half hour later you had four different piles of leaves and a couple of nice sized logs stacked to the side of the pit, thanks to your and Dabi’s efforts. Dabi set up a few sticks and two logs in the middle over the embers of the previous smaller fire, and then the two of you grabbed a handful of leaves each to throw on top. They caught fire almost immediately, and you kept piling them on as they burned up, the sticks eventually following suit. Next came the logs, and before you knew it, you had a sizable fire in front of you, warm flames licking at the wood and providing you both with heat.

“Finally...” you sighed, relaxing into your partner’s side once more.

“What a pain in the ass.” Beside you, Dabi returned to wrapping an arm around you, though he must not have felt like sharing his jacket anymore now that the fire was stronger.

“Me, or the fire?” you laughed, though you already knew how he would reply.

“Both.” He gave you that trademark smirk of his.

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