#pink knot hairband

[oleolesimeeligen]

When I was a kid my mum would pick my clothes for me and do my hair before school. It wasn't always bad but I pretty much hated it - especially in autumn/winter because the clothes were restraining and suffocating and uncomfortable and I felt sick just by seeing them displayed on top of my bed after breakfast.

There was a certain blue turtleneck jumper that still makes me all itchy just by thinking about it. The tights were also itchy, and they kept sliding down. And the skirts kept sliding up. God, I hated skirts. I couldn't run, I couldn't play, I couldn't focus on anything while sitting down. Couldn't even read, and reading was the only escape I had then.

Maybe I should say, I wasn't really "boyish", and I certainly didn't look it. I wasn't girly either but, you see, I was really pale with big blue eyes, round pink cheeks and pouty red lips. And lots, LOTS of really long dark hair. My family jokingly called me "Snow White" when they'd leave all of my younger cousins under my care at family gatherings. Everyone said I looked like a doll, so I had to dress like one.

Every time I saw my mum with a hairbrush in hand I felt fear. I had messy wavy hair. I was a kid. Of course there were knots in it. "I have to brush your hair because you don't do it right" she'd say. Well, of course I didn't, mama, I had tiny little arms that got tired easily. The two sensations my head ever felt were Overheated Brain and Sore Scalp. And man, it was uncomfortable playing outside with all that hair everywhere. Hairbands kept breaking because there was just TOO. MUCH. HAIR.

And don't get me started on jewelry. You see, when I was born, someone decided I had to get my ears pierced so everyone else knew I had a vagina. Through the years they kept getting infected, bleeding, filling with pus... to the point I find earrings and piercings gross and unsettling even if they're on other people. Chains and rings and shit are okay I guess, as long as you don't make me touch 'em.

And you might wonder, did I ever tell my mum about all this? Sure I did. But she just thought I was so annoying, always complaining about everything (now she wonders why I never talk to her when I'm in some sort of trouble).

I remember one day, she came to pick me up from school and we were walking home with other mums and kids from the neighborhood, and I guess I was complaining about something I was wearing, and my mum laughed and told the other mums, "if it was up to her, she'd cut her hair like a boy and wear sweats everyday." I'll never forget that line, because that means she knew.

She knew I wasn't happy with the way she made me dress and look. She knew I hated when she forced me to wear earrings after telling her it would hurt later. She knew I had a bad time when she brushed my hair in the mornings. And she ignored all of it because aesthetics were more important than her child's joy.

Guess who's hair is now cut "like a boy's", wears sweats everyday, and doesn't talk to their mum about personal stuff anymore.

Pictures: me age 1 vs me 23 years later.

P.D.: my dad and brother also have long wavy hair because we're all metalheads at home. But they both chose to.

#about me #personal stuff #rant #long post sorry #agender #queer #nonbinary #trans #lgbtqia+

[middleearthpixie]

Miss Fortune ~ Chapter Nine 

Miss Fortune - Modern AU

Summary: Everyone in Cranford Falls knows the Prescott family. Not only do they run Miss Fortune’s Crystal occult shop in town, but they’re also known for their psychic abilities. On occasion, they’re even called into service to assist the police on particularly difficult cases. All except Alex Prescott, that is. Unlike her three sisters, she’s inherited none of her family’s gifts. At least that was what she thought until the day the dead guy showed up in her bedroom asking for her help in solving a murder. His own.

Six months after his brother Frerin’s death, Detective Thorin Durin is on a downward spiral of self-destruction until Frerin starts showing up in his apartment, claiming his death was not an unfortunate accident but was, in fact a murder. Trouble is, Frerin doesn’t know who did it, so he wants Thorin to reopen the case and solve it, with Alex’s help.

As they work together to find out just exactly what happened to Frerin, Alex and Thorin grow closer. Neither one knows it, but Frerin isn’t just looking to solve his own murder, he’s trying to help his brother cope with his loss as well, and to find happiness with the Prescott sister who’s known as the quiet one…

Summary: Alex finally gets to ask Thorin about reopening Frerin’s case and later on, Thorin tries teaching Alex how to shoot… 

Pairing: Modern!Thorin x ofc Alex Prescott

Characters: Alex, Thorin, Terri, 

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 7,158

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Out in front of the shop, he paused and turned to her. “What all do you want to know about Frerin’s case?”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “I’m going to apologize in advance, because I know it sounds totally crazy.”

“Don’t apologize and I promise you, it’s not going to sound the least bit crazy to me.” He dug his keys from his jacket pocket. “Come on, let’s go over to the Sunrise and I’ll tell you whatever I can over coffee and breakfast.”

His unmarked gray and black Dodge Charger was parked at the end of the block, in front of the pharmacy, and he unlocked it, then tugged open the passenger door for her. She sank into it, pulling the door shut as he skirted the nose to climb into the driver’s seat.

Turning toward him, she visibly inhaled, and on the slow exhale, said, “I’ve seen your brother, Detective.” 

He nodded slowly. “I know. And you know how I know? Because I have as well. See?” He glanced over at her. “I don’t think you’re crazy, because I would mean I’m crazy as well. And I’m pretty sure I’m not, so…” 

That earned him a smile and he felt that smile clear through to the center of his being. “You’ve seen him?”

He nodded. “He shows up without warning in my apartment. And he told me he’d told you to come talk to me.”

“He told me he was going to tell you that he’d told me to come talk to you. Wait… did that make any sense?” She rubbed her forehead. “You know what I mean, right?”

He signaled and shifted into the right lane to turn onto Maple Street, where the Sunrise Diner was located. “I think so, yeah.” 

“Good. I sometimes talk myself into knots.” 

She faced forward again, the wind blowing in through the windows ruffling through her dark hair, blowing it this way and that, but she didn't seem to mind it. “I can put the AC on if you want the windows shut.”

“No, this is fine.” She glanced over at him. “I really hope you don’t mind me asking you any questions, Detective. I don’t want to make you talk about something you’d rather not.”

“First, it’s Thorin. And second, it’s okay. Like I said, Frer said he was sending you my way.” He angled the Charger into a space and killed the engine. And that was the end of the conversation until they were tucked into a booth with menus in their hands.

 “Miss Prescott, feel free to ask me anything that comes to your mind. If I can answer, I will. But,” he peered over the top of his menu at her, “you have to remember, it’s a cold case and I didn't work it. I have the files at home now, and I’m only just going through them as of last night. I don’t know how much help I’ll be, Miss Prescott.”

“Please,” she met his gaze evenly, “call me Alex. And I don’t know if you can help. I don’t even know if I can help. All I know is Frerin was very insistent that you would. So, will you? Help me? Because I want to help him if I can.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I’ll help you. My captain isn’t thrilled about my going through the files, but we’re slow and my desk is clear for now, so he agreed to it. But, if things get busy, this goes on the back burner again.”

She nodded, her green eyes wide as she laid her menu on the table. “I know. And he probably knows as well.”

He signed softly as a waitress came up. “What can I get you, Detective?”

“Just coffee.” 

He looked over at Alex, who said, “Coffee and an everything bagel. With cream cheese, please.”

“You got it.”

He grinned. “Didn't your sister just bring back bagels?”

“Yeah. But she gets the boring ones—plain and sesame seed. I don’t like those.”

“Fair enough.” He sat back against the cracked red leatherette. “So, what, exactly, did he tell you?”

“Just that he knows the fire wasn't an accident but he didn't know who could’ve done it.” She traced her finger along the fork next to her plate. “I thought I was imagining things at first, when he first showed up. I’d dreamed about him, but everyone knows I’m not like my sisters or Gram, so when he appeared in my room, I thought I’d lost it.”

“Yeah,” he met her gaze and held it, “I owe you an apology for the other day, for just taking off when you brought his case up. I—Frerin hadn’t warned me and you caught me off-guard.”

A hint of a blush swept along her cheekbones. “Sorry. I really should’ve approached it a little better. I mean, to me, he’s the guy who poofs into and out of my room. But to you… he’s your brother.”

“No, the jackass should’ve told me what he was doing.” He shook his head slowly, the urge to ask her about the guy in the mall surging through him, but he managed to hold it at bay for now. He didn't want her to think Frerin was his spy, even if he was to a certain degree. 

The waitress returned with two cups of coffee and Alex’s bagel and while she doctored hers with cream and sugar, he preferred his black. Black and strong and this hit the spot. He drained half the cup, then lowered it. “I’ve got to be honest with you, Alex, my captain let me see the file on Frerin’s case, but I haven’t mentioned reopening it yet and I can’t promise he’ll go for it. I’m going to need a compelling reason and I’m afraid the two of us seeing a dead guy isn’t quite what he’d have in mind as compelling.”

“So, you mean we need to find some new evidence?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“And how do I do that without telling your captain your brother, who’s taken to hanging out in my bedroom, asked me to ask you to reopen it?”

He grinned. “I don’t have a clue. If your grandmother were to ask, he’d probably listen. He puts a lot of store in what Grandmama Prescott has to say.”

To his surprise, her blush deepened. “That’s because she has special… access… to him.”

“That’s one way of putting it. I know Mrs. Parmenter wasn't happy about that access.”

“Oh, she definitely was not. She should only know how many times Gram would be at the police station and come home either wrinkled or buttoned crooked.” Alex looked up at him with wide eyes and clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her, “I shouldn’t have said that. It weirds me out just thinking about it.”

At first he wanted to laugh, but she looked so genuinely horrified by her own words that he managed to bite it back. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s okay. I just—it’s my grandmother and she’s getting more than I am.”

He bit back his chuckle, lifting his coffee cup to hide his smile. “You don’t say.”

“Oh… shit…” Her cheeks went fully pink now and instead of clapping a hand to her mouth, she did a full on facepalm. “I cannot believe I said that. And don’t you dare laugh at me.”

“I’m not…” He tried to hold his laughter back. He truly did, but it was impossible, so he gave up and chuckled. “I’m sorry, Alex… I just… I wasn't expecting a deep, dark confession from you.”

“I’m hopeless.”

“Nah. You’re not hopeless. Not yet, anyway.”

To his relief, she laughed then as well, and the sound of it took him by surprise. Low. Throaty. With a beautiful smile, and the combination was enough to make him feel a little on the warm side. 

The waitress came back. “Can I get you folks anything else?”

“Just the check,” he said, glancing at Alex’s half-eaten bagel. 

She totaled it and tore it from her pad. “You two have nice day.”

Alex reached for it. “What��s my share?”

He waved her off, pulling his wallet from his inner pocket. “A bagel and coffee? I’ve got it.”

“Thorin.”

“Alex.” 

“Let me leave the tip, then.”

“Fine.”

She tossed her money atop his and slid from the booth, taking her bagel with her. They walked back out to the car, where he unlocked it. 

“Please forget I said what I about my grandmother,” she said, peering over the car’s roof at him. “I shouldn’t have opened my mouth.”

“My lips are sealed. I like your grandmother. She’s… interesting.”

“Interesting is one way to describe her—and us—I suppose.” She smiled. “Thank you, Detective. For helping me.” 

He leaned against the roof on his side of the car. “Don’t thank me yet. Let’s wait and see what kind of help I actually am first.”

“Anything would be a help.” 

“Let’s hope so.”

“I do. I’d really like to know who killed him.”

He hoped she didn’t see him flinch, but he couldn’t help it. He’d spent countless sleepless nights wondering the same thing. From there, his thoughts went to Frerin, his brash, sarcastic kid brother who didn’t know the meaning of the word fear. Did he know it that night? Thorin hoped not. He didn’t want to remember his brother being frightened. Far better that he think Frerin was too stoned to know what was happening to him. 

No, actually, that wasn’t much better, in all honesty. There was no better way. They all flat out sucked. 

“You and me, both,” he said softly, then sank into the driver’s seat and turned over the ignition. 

A few minutes later, he pulled around back into the small lot behind the shop. Alex leaned forward to peer at the back of the building. “I really don’t want to spend all day in the back room. Although, I guess I prefer it to dealing with that stupid blog.”

“Any threats today? You said earlier they’ve picked up some this week.”

“None today.” She shook her head, combing her fingers through her hair to draw it away from her face. The sunlight spilling through the front windows danced along the dark strands, making it look almost blue. “But, the day is young.”

“If you receive another one, I want to know about it, okay?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” He glanced at the door, then back at her. “Look, I probably shouldn’t be doing this, but if Grandmama keeps a gun in this shop—and the paperwork is in order with it—you really should know how to shoot it. Are you busy later?”

“You want to take me shooting?” Her eyes widened.

“I want to teach you how to shoot.” 

“And you want to do this tonight?”

“Yeah. I’m on duty until six. I’ll swing by after, we can grab something to eat, and I’ll take you over to Aronson’s.”

“Aronson’s?”

He smiled. “It’s a gun range. Don’t worry. You’ll be in good hands.”

She didn’t look as if she believed him. “If you say so.”

“I do. Are you going to be here or home?”

“Home.”

“I’ll pick you up between six and six-thirty, then.”

“Are you really going to make me shoot something?”

“It’s only going to be a paper target. You’ll be fine.” He dug his keys from the pocket of his suit jacket. “But dress comfortably. Nothing good. You’ll ruin it with GSR.”

“Do I want to know what that is?”

“Gunshot residue. Just… trust me, okay?”

“Okay. Nothing fancy and prepare to need a bath when it’s over.”

“Something like that.” He looked over at her as she pushed open her door. “I’ll see you later, Alex.”

She offered a smile over her left shoulder, then climbed out with a soft, “Right.”

She sounded about as convinced as she’d looked, and by the time she disappeared back inside, he was having second thoughts about taking her out to shoot. She was dangerous to him. From a distance, he thought she was cute. But up close? 

Damn, she was beyond cute. 

Alex was beautiful.

What the hell was he thinking? 

“Wait a minute,” he muttered, pushing the start button to turn over the ignition. “It’s not a damn date, for Christ’s sake. I’m teaching her how to shoot. That’s it.”

But, even as he angled out into traffic, he found himself wondering just what she’d feel like in his arms as he kissed her senseless.

***

At ten after six, Alex stood in her bedroom, frowning at the pile of clothes spilled across her rumpled bed. 

“Knock, knock.” Terri poked her head into the room. “Holy… what happened? Your closet barf or something?”

“I’m trying to find something to wear.”

“Uh, hon? You’re already dressed.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “I know. Something else. Detective Durin is due any minute and—” She looked up as Terri clicked her tongue against her teeth. “What?”

“Going out with the detective, are we?”

“No, Terr. It’s not a date. He’s teaching me to shoot.”

“He’s teaching you to what?”

Alex went into a brief recap—her fourth one that day, since she had to explain to Teddy, Syd, and Charlie as well—about her being startled by Thorin Durin and her confession about Gram's gun and his insistence on teaching her to shoot. “And that’s why I have nothing to wear.”

“Well, what about this?” Terri ruffled through the pile, coming up with a gauzy white blouse with sheer sleeves.

“Are you crazy? I’ll end up ruining it with GRS.”

“With what?”

“Ugh… Some kind of residue that’ll ruin that.” She jabbed her index finger at the blouse. “So, I need something I don’t mind ruining.”

“Well, what about this?”

This was a dark blue NY Yankees tee shirt with O’Neill across the back. It was faded, the letters had peeled a little, but she certainly wouldn’t care if it got ruined. Still… “No. I don’t want to look like a slob.”

“Okay, okay.” Terri dove back into the drawer and came up a black tee shirt with the word Front written across the back in large white block letters. “How about this?”

“Oh, Front-back shirt.” Alex smiled. “That’ll be fine.”

As she tugged the shirt over her head, Terri said, “You know, Alex, the detective is pretty easy on the eyes. You might want to rethink the tee shirt and go with the sexy blouse and risk ruining it.”

Still inside the shirt, Alex rolled her eyes again. “I’m not interested, Terri. I just need his help to deal with my dead fireman.”

“Why are you so dead set against dating this guy?”

Alex popped through the neck hole. “First off, I’m going to forget I heard the pun, Terr. And second, I don’t want to date a cop. Actually, I really don’t care if I date anyone, but I really don’t want to date a cop. Too much stress. Too much worry. And it’s probably immaterial anyway because he’s given no indication that he’s even remotely interested in me. This isn’t a date, remember?”

“Too much worry? In Cranford Falls?” Terri shoved several discarded shirts aside to clear a space on the edge of Alex's bed. “Honey, nothing ever happens here.”

“Really? Then why does my Gram work so closely with the boys in blue so often?” Alex moved to her dresser, unsnapping her Levi’s to tuck the shirt and smooth it about her hips. “And besides, every single time I meet a guy I like, one of my sisters finds some way to ruin it for me. So, why should I even bother?”

Terri's eyes sparkled with mischief. “So you admit you like this guy?”

“Ugh! I didn’t say that. I don’t even know him, how can I like or dislike him?”

“Come on, Lex. This is me. You can be honest with me.” Terri shifted, sitting cross-legged, one elbow propped on her inner thigh. “Thorin Durin is hot. He’s tall, dark, handsome, and he carries a gun. Legally. Not to mention, he’s got total bedroom eyes.”

“His eyes are blue.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Aren’t bedroom eyes supposed to be dark?”

It was Terri's turn to roll her eyes. “Does it matter? He looks like a guy who knows what he’s doing between the sheets, Lex. That’s all I’m saying. Well, that and you really could use a good romp in those same sheets.”

Gripping the tee shirt, Alex gently worked it up to drape it over the waist of her jeans. “Why is that your cure for everything?”

“Honey, great sex isn’t just my cure, it’s everyone’s cure. Trust me. You just haven’t had great sex yet. If you had, you would not be asking me this.”

Without thinking, Alex glanced at the chair in the corner, almost expecting to see Frerin there, grinning at her. But the only thing grinning at her from the chair was a stuffed Vermont Teddy bear that Charlie had given her for her college graduation. “I have so had great sex.”

“Liar.” Terri snorted. “If that was true, you’d be chomping at the bit to get the good detective naked. As naked as you could, as fast as you could.”

“Terri!”

“What?” Terri was all innocence as she got to her feet. “Trust me. You would.”

“Fine.” She didn’t want to argue about it. And besides, there was more than grain of truth in Terri's words. She couldn’t remember the last time she had good sex, never mind great sex. 

Besides, Detective Durin was a great-looking guy. And better still, he didn’t seem to realize just how handsome he was. At least, that was impression he gave. He wasn’t at all full of himself these days. Not like back when they were in high school. He’d grown up.

He was nice. One of the good guy. That counted for a lot.

Terri came over and pressed a playful kiss into the top of Alex's head. “Go and have a good time, Lex. If nothing else, you’ll come out of it having learned something useful.”

“Hey, Lex?” Charlie called up the stairs. “Detective Durin's here!”

Terri winked and gave her a thumbs-up. “Go and have fun. And try to at least get him to kiss you, okay?”

“Terri!” Alex grabbed her brown Coach wristlet off the dresser. “You’re unreal, you know that?”

“Trust me.”

Alex was still shaking her head as she stepped into the parlor, where she did a double take at the sight of Detective Durin. Gone was the staid suit and serious tie, as the man rising from the love seat was dressed in faded Levi’s and a black tee shirt with a red and black flannel shirt casually over it. Instead of sensible black dress shoes, he wore a pair of battered black Doc Marten boots.

He smiled. “Sorry I’m a little late. I ended up getting pulled into a meeting with my captain and didn’t get out until almost seven. Then I had to go home and change, so—”

“It’s okay. It took me forever to find something I wouldn’t mind getting ruined.”

He grinned, but she noticed it never really reached his eyes. “You look fine. You ready to go?”

“About as ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She looked over at Charlie, who was staring at Thorin as if she’d never seen him before. “Okay, we’re going now.”

Charlie nodded, still staring at him. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Bye, Charlie.” Thorin waved a hand in front of her eyes. “I’ll have her home at a reasonable hour.”

That seemed to snap her from her reverie. “Oh, right. Sure. Have fun doing whatever it is you’re going to do! Just be careful!”

Alex's cheeks grew warm, but to her relief, Thorin just chuckled. “I’ll bring her back in the same condition. I promise.”

With that, his hand came to rest at the small of her back and Alex tried like crazy to ignore the warmth seeping into her. It was a cool night, letting them know summer hadn't quite arrived yet, and he gestured to the white Ford F-150 pickup truck parked across the street. “That’s mine.”

“A truck? I never would’ve guessed.”

He grinned as he reached around to open the door for her. “Why? What did you think I’d drive?”

“I don’t know.” She gave him a long look before climbing up into the cab. “Maybe a Prius.”

“A Prius? Damn… Not going to lie, that stings a little.” Disbelief echoed through his voice as he skirted the truck’s nose to climb into the driver’s seat. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. You just seemed the type in your suit and tie, with your sensible black lace-up shoes.”

This time, when he smiled, it reached his eyes. They crinkled at their outer corners. “I represent the department. I have to look respectable. Respectable Detective Thorin Durin.”

“But now, all bets are off?”

He picked up a pair of silver Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses from the dashboard to slip them on. “Now, I’m just Thorin. Regular guy.”

“Regular guy?”

“Yeah. I’m off the clock, so I can be a little less respectable.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Is that so?”

“Sure, why not?” He turned over the engine before nodding. “Yeah. Besides, I’m really not nearly as formal and dull as you think.”

“I never thought that.”

He glanced at her. “Really.”

“Really.” She sighed as he shifted into Drive and pulled away from the curb. “Okay, maybe the suit and tie did make me think you were a little boring, but in my defense, your tie was crooked and boring. Don’t you have any cool ties?”

He rested his left wrist atop the steering wheel, his right hand resting on his right thigh. “Cool ties?”

“Yeah, you know? Something bright and colorful? Or maybe with fish or something on them.” She shrugged. “Cool.”

“A fish? My captain would love that.” 

At the end of the street, they came to a stop sign. A left. A right. And they were on Route Twenty-Two, Westbound. Traffic was still rather heavy, as rush hour wasn’t quite over yet, and Thorin eased to a stop behind a Range Rover as traffic halted before saying, “So, did you bring your grandmother’s gun?”

Her belly rolled over. “Was I supposed to?”

“Kind of hard to teach you how to shoot it, if you don’t have it.”

“But it’s not mine. Can’t I get into trouble for that?”

“As long as it’s unloaded and locked away, you’d be okay as far as I’m concerned. Do you happen to know what kind it was?”

“A Glock of some sort, I think.” She scrunched her eyes shut, trying to bring the image to her mind. No use. She hated that stupid gun and preferred to pretend it didn’t exist. The others knew how to fire it, but she was blissfully unaware.

But maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. She glanced at the hand on the wheel, and then at the one on his thick thigh. Thorin was well over six feet tall. Six two, maybe six three even, and his hands were huge and square, just as a man’s hands should be. He had the flannel’s sleeves rolled to almost his elbows, and dark hair shadowed his forearms. On his left wrist, he wore a stainless steel watch. His wedding finger was bare, which kind of surprised her, really. He was a good-looking guy when he wasn’t quite so stiff. So how was it he was single? Divorced, maybe? And which would she prefer?

“Well, no matter,” he was saying. “I’ve got my nine mil. You can try that.”

“You have it on you now?”

The look he gave her suggested she’d asked something nuts and heat climbed into her cheeks as he said, “Yeah. Of course.”

“Oh. I didn’t think you would… I mean… oh, just forget it. I sound like a complete dolt so I’m just going to shut up now.”

Traffic began moving once more and he let out a low chuckle. “It’s okay. I take it you don’t know many cops.”

“I don’t know any. At least, I didn’t.” She shifted slightly toward him in her seat. “Is it on you or in locked away in here somewhere?”

His right hand went to the tail of his flannel and he tugged it back to expose the gun at his hip. His gold badge was clipped to his belt right next to it. “On me. What good would it do locked away somewhere?”

A hint of idiocy swirled through her. “Oh, yeah… I guess… oh, boy…” This was the closest she’d ever been to a gun, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn't uncomfortable. It looked so menacing, there on his hip. 

“Don’t worry. It’s not going to fire itself.”

“No, I—I wasn’t worried.”

He glanced in the rearview mirror before changing lanes. “You sound nervous.”

Might as well admit the truth. “Guns scare the bejeezus out of me.”

He hit the signal and exited into a rutted lot beside a nondescript cinderblock building. Aronson’s Guns according to the faded sign. “You’ve got nothing to be afraid of, Alex. I haven’t shot anyone who didn’t deserve it.”

“Oh, well, that’s something, I guess.”

After easing the F-150 into a space, he killed the engine and shoved open his door. “Don’t worry. It’s not nearly as scary as it seems.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve been doing this forever.”

He climbed down, closed the door and came around to her side before saying, “Not quite forever, but close. Some days more than others.”

“You know what I mean.” She peered up at him. He towered over her, all broad shoulders and chest and as the breeze stirred, she caught a hint of his cologne. It smelled woodsy and clean, like the Prescott’s backyard in the winter, when it snowed. It was entirely possible his beard was even thicker than it was that morning. 

“Yeah. I know what you mean. Come on.” 

His hand came to rest at the small of her back again. Apparently it was a habit of his, since he seemed to do it any time she accompanied him somewhere. Still, she didn’t mind. There was something about him—something that went beyond the gun and detective’s shield—that made her feel safe. It was a nice feeling.

Inside the gun shop, they were greeted by a short, balding man, who smiled. “Evening, folks. How can I help you?”

“I need to rent a lane,” Thorin said, stepping up to the counter as he tugged his wallet from his back pocket. “Alex, I need your license.”

“Oh. Right.” She unzipped her wristlet, wrestled with her license before finally tugging it free to set on the counter.

“Will you be renting a firearm?”

Thorin shook his head. “No. I’ll be using my personal weapon. But I will need a box of ammunition.”

The guy behind the counter nodded. “What caliber?”

“Nine millimeter.” 

Alex watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the innocent-looking box of bullets the guy set on the counter. Thorin looked up from the papers he was signing. “Don’t look so scared, Alex. Nothing’s going to happen to you, you know.” He handed her the pen and pushed the papers toward her. “You need to sign.”

The guy handed her back her license. “Your first time, Miss?”

She nodded, butterflies beating wildly in her stomach. The pen trembled. No, not the pen. Her hand. “I guess it shows, huh?”

He grinned. “A lot of people are nervous their first time.” He glanced at Thorin. “But your friend here knows what he’s doing. You’ll be fine, honey.”

“Here you go.” Thorin passed goggles and ear protection to her. “Put them on before we go in.”

She eyed them for a moment, then scooped them up. The butterflies flapped harder now, which made her feel more than a little nauseous, which was stupid, really. It wasn't like Thorin was going to shoot her. So, why was she being such a weenie about this?

Because guns scared the shit out of her, that’s why.

Still, she swallowed hard against those stupid butterflies as his hand came to rest at the small of her back once more, and he guided her toward the range.

The popping of rounds being fired echoed all through the place, despite the hearing protection and the faintly acrid stink of gunpowder and metal lingered in the air. Alex wrinkled her nose at first, and tried to force herself to breathe normally to make her nose go blind to the weird smell. It took a few minutes for her to adjust enough that she didn't jump at every blast as Thorin led her to their lane. 

He unclipped his gun from his belt and she watched as he ejected the magazine and set the gun itself on the bench between them. From her vantage point, she saw there were still several bullets in the magazine, and she swallowed hard as he opened the box of ammunition and loaded the rest of that magazine. Some of her nervousness fled as he clicked the magazine back into place, pulled back the slide and stepped up to the lane. 

She hung back, silent as he loaded a target and sent it back, then glanced at her over his left shoulder and winked before turning back to their lane. 

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

She just stared, almost smiling at the confidence he just oozed. He barely moved with each shot, his flannel pulled taut across his broad shoulders, his long legs shoulder-width apart. Somehow, he made eye and hearing protection look incredibly sexy and she was suddenly not quite so afraid of guns any more. And his Levi’s made his ass look amazing!

He fired off several more rounds, then engaged the safety and lowered the gun to set on the shelf. She jerked back as he turned to her, her cheeks growing warm at his slow smile. He’d caught her checking out his ass. Wonderful.

But all he said was, “Come on up. Your turn.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I feel so much better with my golf club.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He reached to clasp her by the wrist and tugged, drawing her to her feet. 

He gently maneuvered her to stand in front of him, her back only millimeters away from his chest, and picked up the Glock once more. She swallowed hard as he pressed it into her right hand, then brought her left hand up to curl about the grips as well. 

It was very bit as heavy as it looked and nothing ever felt so out of place in her grasp. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard again as she said, “I’m not so sure about this…”

“You’ll be fine. Trust me.” His hands curved over hers. “The safety is on, but don’t ever assume that means a firearm is a hundred percent safe, just like you never assume a gun is unloaded. You don’t ever point it at someone unless you intend to fire and if you do fire, aim for center mass.”

Her pulse roared a little louder in her ears, and she swallowed hard against it. “I really don’t like this.”

“Okay. Set it down and again, keep it pointed away from you.”

She stretched to gently lay it on the shelf. “Can’t I just watch you?”

“It’s better to have hands-on with it. Trust me.” He moved around her, hit the button to bring his used target back, then fastened a fresh one to send it fluttering to the end of the lane. “See? Center mass.”

Almost the entire middle of paper man was missing. “Center mass.”

“Movies and books get it wrong all the time. Shooting someone in the arm or leg is a lot harder than they make it seem. Center mass will bring someone down.”

“Bring—bring someone down… I can’t even imagine that.”

“The odds are you won’t ever have to worry about it, Alex.” He moved back behind her and nodded to the gun. “Pick it up.”

“Do I have to?”

He grinned. “Yes, you have to.” 

She scowled at the gun, but gingerly picked it up again and this time when Thorin’s arms came about her, she ignored the sudden extra heartbeats. His hands were warm against hers as he curved them over hers once more. “We don’t have to rush, take all the time you need to get used to the feel of it. The lane’s ours for the next hour and I don’t expect you to pick this up in one session anyway.”

She stared up at him. “You mean, I’ll have to do this again?”

His laughter, soft and warm, washed over her. “Yeah, Alex. You’ll have to do this again. The only way to feel comfortable with a gun is to practice with it. The more you practice, the more comfortable you’ll be and the more comfortable you are, the less dangerous you are as well.”

“I don’t think I want to get used to it. I’m dangerous either way.”

“You’ll be fine.” His hands briefly tightened about hers. “You’ll see.”

After a few minutes, the gun didn’t seem quite so foreign to her. Nor did it seem so heavy. Then he unlocked the safety with his thumb, and her stomach began leaping all over again. Easy, Lex, she tried to make her inner voice as calm and cool as possible. It’s okay. He knows what he’s doing. Trust him.

“Okay. Here’s what you need to know. Most importantly, never, ever rest your finger on the trigger. Rest it alongside the barrel. It’s impulse to squeeze when you’re startled, so it’s safer if you don’t have your finger on the trigger.”

As he spoke, he pulled one hand free to point first at the far end of the barrel, then at the end nearest her. “These are your sights. The front one’s the post. The rear one’s the notch. Line both up on your target to aim. Then just squeeze the trigger, nice and easy. Remember, hold your finger along the barrel until you’re ready to fire. And you don’t point it at me or anyone else. Like I said, you don’t point it at anyone unless you fully intend to use it on them.”

She swallowed hard. The gun felt heavier again, but maybe that was just her imagination playing tricks on her. “I really don’t know about this.” 

“You’ll be fine.”

“You keep saying that,” she looked up at him, “but you don’t really know me all that well or else you would be running like hell to get out of here.”

He let out a chuckle and his smile reached his eyes once again. “I don’t think you’ll be that bad.”

“Like I said, you don’t know me.”

“You’re doing fine. Raise your arms a little. Basic stance is feet shoulder width apart.” He slid one arm around her waist, then nudged her legs apart with one foot, like he was going to frisk her. Somehow, she managed to ignore the sudden rush of heat spiking through her. Stop it! This is not what you’re supposed to be thinking about, Prescott. You need his help and that is it.

His voice was a low, soothing rumble. “Keep your weight on the balls of your feet. Use both hands on the grips, thumb over thumb.”

He folded his hands over hers again and lifted her arms so they were straight out. As he did, he moved closer, bumped up against her, and the butterflies let loose in her stomach had nothing to do with firing a gun.

He closed one finger over hers. “Remember, sight with the post and notch together.” He slipped his hands free, which just served to send a fresh rush through her. “Okay. Give it a go.”

She could barely even concentrate on the fact that she held a loaded gun. To be honest, the last thing she should have been doing was holding a loaded gun. Thorin Durin rattled her senses way too badly. He scrambled her brain, and that only worsened when she felt what had to be his belt buckle bite into her back. Then, channeling her inner Terri, her thoughts went straight to what was just below that buckle.

Her palms grew damp.

What if it wasn’t his belt buckle poking her in the back after all?

Give me strength. 

She gave a slight shake of her head to clear it and tried to focus only on the target fluttering at the end of the lane. It was tough, though. All she could think about was that solid warmth of him up against her. Then he took a step back. Whew!

“Go on. Fire.”

She licked suddenly dry lips, moved her index finger to the trigger, and squeezed.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

She fired off three times in quick succession and then opened her eyes. “Did I hit anything?”

“You weren’t looking?”

She shook her head, confessing, “I closed my eyes.”

“Alex.”

She winced at the exasperation in his voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to do it, it just kind of… happened.”

 His sigh ruffled through her hair. “Try again. This time, watch what you’re doing.”

She nodded, lifting her arms once more. Her instinct was to close her eyes, but she fought to keep them open and pulled the trigger again. The kickback jerked her back just a little, and she met the solid warmth of his body as she moved.

That sent a shiver down along her spine that was sweet and unnerving at the same time. This wasn’t a damn date, after all. He was just… what? Why had he insisted on teaching her how to do this, when he didn't seem to care if Gram or any of her sisters knew what to do with a gun?

She cast a sidelong glance at him as he dropped his hands from hers entirely and stepped to her left. Another hint of something woodsy and clean wafted up to tease her nose. Either his cologne or his own scent, she didn't know, but she liked it, and had to fight the urge to just draw in the deepest breath she could. 

His pulse beat gently in the scruff of his beard, and forget wanting to breathe deeply, that urge was trampled by the one pushing her to nuzzle him, to flick her tongue over that pulse, to let it trail up along his neck to his ear. She wanted to nibble her way around to the front of his neck, then kiss down into the hollow of his throat, all the while tugging his flannel from his shoulders and shoving up his tee shirt.

Wait… what?

He looked over without warning, and smiled down at her. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, yeah. I think maybe you should take over with this, though.” She stretched to set the gun on the shelf, pointed away from them.

“You sure? You actually did pretty well that time.” 

“Oh, I’m positive. I know I’m a wuss, but…” 

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not a wuss. It’s new and guns scare a lot of people. Just watch for now and if you change your mind, you can always take a turn or we can come back another time when you’re feeling—” he winked—“a little less wussy.”

Come back? Was he asking her out without actually asking her out? 

She shivered. “Is it always this cold in here?”

“Yeah, actually, it is. Here,” he stepped back and shrugged out of his flannel to drape around her shoulders. That same woodsy scent floated up to engulf her and she sank onto the bench, easing her arms into the sleeves. The fabric was thick and cozy and warm, and she wouldn’t have been at all unhappy to just live in it for the rest of her days.

Her gaze went back to him as she settled back on her bench. Beneath the flannel, he wore a black, long-sleeved tee shirt and he’d shoved the sleeves up over his thick forearms to his elbows. With his back to her, she realized just how broad his shoulders were, as wide as any linebacker’s—and those shoulders tapered down into a narrower waist. 

When he lifted the gun, his tee shirt pulled taut across his shoulders and she couldn't help her smile. Damn… the suit he’d had on earlier didn’t do him justice at all. This man was the cop women fantasized about it, with his dark hair curling over his collar, his long legs spread shoulder width apart. He took aim and squeezed the trigger, and she didn't even jump at the sound now.  

But, unlike her, he didn’t move. The vibration of each shot he fired made his arms move only a fraction of an inch, but that was it. And when the paper target returned to them, the center of it was missing entirely, just as its predecessor’s was.

“How often do you come here?” she asked, staring at the gaping hole in the middle of the target.

He smiled as he set the Glock on the bench once more. “As often as I need to. It all depends on how busy I am.” He glanced down at his watch. “It’s almost eight. Are you hungry? I did promise you dinner.”

“I could eat.”

“Where would you like to go? Pizza? Thai? A diner?” He slid the Glock back into the holster on his hip. “What’re you in the mood for?”

Her stomach growled to remind her she hadn’t eaten since lunch. “Pizza sounds good.”

“Good.” He wadded up the paper target, tossed it in the trash, then gestured to the door. “Dominic’s okay with you?”

“Okay with me? Is there someone in Cranford Falls who doesn’t like Dominic’s?”

“I’m sure there’s someone out there.”

“Well, they’re obviously nuts.” 

He grinned as they stepped out of the lane. “I like the way you think, Lex. A woman after my own heart.” He pulled off the ear protectors and goggles to deposit them in the bin, then reached for hers to do the same, and at the front desk, he returned the range passes.

The temperature had dropped while they were inside, but when she offered Thorin his flannel back, he held up one hand. “I’m fine. The cold doesn’t bother me. Keep it for now.”

She smiled, snuggling a little deeper into the too-big shirt. After all, who was she to argue with a man who carried a gun?

#Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #Thorin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU #Detective AU #Parapsychology #Thriller AU

[suckerforsmylex]

Ride Till I Die - Pt. 1

I was born Matilde Jazmin Sofia Torrero, but everybody calls me Tilly. Thank God for that, right? First of all, somebody should have explained to Mami that nobody wants to call you something that takes five minutes to get out of their mouth.  Anyway, I guess it’s appropriate.  I ride till’ the wheels fall off.  I ride till’ I die, and my reputation precedes me.  Everybody knows me from the old hood and they don’t forget what happened there either.  I grew up in the heart of The Narrows, where it was just us, the roaches and the fucking crazies at Arkham Asylum.  This was back when I was so broke that my pockets stuck out like rabbit ears on most days.  Living in that part of Gotham was like living in the seventh circle of hell.  It was me, Mami, and my sister Jilliana and we didn’t have a pot to piss in.  

My sister is only three years younger than me, but that didn’t stop Mami from making me take her everywhere. We didn’t have any money for a real babysitter and Mami didn’t trust anyone anyway after the Vargas girl found out that the woman down in 4D who ran the makeshift daycare, was taking the formula and baby wipes she sent with the baby, Junito, and using them for the other ten kids she had in there.  Those poor kids were always crammed up in that tight, living room, spilling grape drink everywhere and watching cartoons all day and Mami wasn’t having it.  I was angry about this.  I had just turned sixteen and my hormones were making me crazy.  It was always hot and sticky and there was always something to get into.  I wanted to kick it with the corner boys and smoke loosies and steal lemon heads from the bodega, but here we were, “Tilly and Jilly,” always stuck together como pegao de arroz.

I begged to leave her anywhere but with me on the day of the big block party, but Mami just stood there and shook her head with her arms crossed while I whined. “Please ma, it’s only going to be for a couple of hours.  She has a bunch of homework to do anyway!” Jilliana glared at me and pounded her fist into the table. “She’s lying, Mami! She just wants to get all dressed up, como la puerca de Juan Bobo, so she can impress those nasty ass boys who don’t do nothin’ but sling all day. I don’t even have any homework due. It’s only a couple of days till’ we’re out for the summer and the teacher just has us watching movies and shit.” It wasn’t often that she blew up, but Mami didn’t tolerate cussing and on that day we both got a smack in the face from her and I left the house in tears, my heavily lined eyes streaking onto my stinging face.  

It was a good thing that I was already dressed, and I had my makeup packed into my little purse.  I caught myself in the reflection of a car and smiled even though my nose was cherry red from crying. I was wearing black shorts and white t-shirt, with my hair barely held in the pony tail I wore.  My aunt always said that I had hair enough for two kids, so thick and curly that you could lose a hand in it as you were wrangling it into a hairband.  Jilly needed work.  I was planning on kicking it with The Joy Boys tonight and I couldn’t be seen with her looking like the thirteen-year-old kid that she was.  I squinted at her and cocked my head to the side. She stared back and shrugged at me. “What are you looking at, stupida? Am I growing horns or something?” She raised her hands and made horns with her fingers and I yanked her into the alley and commenced fussing with her outfit, trying to make it less babyish.  

I gathered the pink fabric of her t-shirt and tied it into a knot at the back, making it a crop top and then fluffed her hair out to make it crazy big and wild.  “What are you doing, Tilly? Get off!”  Jilliana fought me, kicking at my shins and I grinned until she caught me good and I nearly toppled over.  I lunged forward and pinned her to the wall by her neck. “Listen, you little jerk, I’m going to hang out with some new guys on the block tonight and that means you’re coming.  If you embarrass me, I’ll break the heads off all the Barbies you said you stopped playing with, but I know you still mess with. Got it?  Now stay still.”  She stopped fussing and let me start to apply the makeup.  I used the same dark, red lipstick that I was wearing on her, but I blotted it with the back of my hand until it looked like she had just eaten a popsicle, and then I lined her eyes in black, winging out the ends into a cats-eye. “There. If anyone asks, you’re fifteen, about to turn sixteen and I’m eighteen.  Entiendes?”

And that’s how we became Joyettes.  The Joy Boys knew we were underage, but they flattered us and let us chill out with them afterschool and on the weekends, playing playstation, drinking forties and smoking blunts.  Mami was happy because we were always out of the house, instead of cooped up inside and fighting. Having us out of her hair meant that she could work more hours at the carniceria so she wasn’t asking many questions beyond the usual “Are you staying out of trouble?”.  We went from drinking malta and setting little fires in the poor, viejito’s bushes after school, to holding weight and pushing a new drug into the veins of the addicts in The Narrows.  If you thought crack was a game changer, “bufon” was a full-on pandemic.  We were the perfect mules, easily carrying packages throughout the city and pilfering trap houses as we went. We finally had real money.  Jilly and I had so much cash that we didn’t know what to do with it.  We stuffed rolls of it into our shoe boxes and pushed them deep into the closet along with our hidden gold jewelry and clown masks.

We were on our third big transaction when they finally told me who we were all working for.  There was a big break out at Arkham and the looney tunes were on the loose, including our fearless leader.  They sat me down and spoke about him, the leader of their little cult whose sole goal was to kill The Batman and cause chaos and anarchy throughout Gotham City, all while putting a smile on the face of his victims.  I laughed so hard I nearly pissed myself.  “The Joker.  THE JOKER?! We’re working for a psychotic clown who looks like he wears lipstick?” Jilly and I were in full on hysterics, rolling around the floor of the stash house having an extremely loud giggle fit when he walked into the room. I say that he walked in, but it was more like he was gliding.  I’ve seen my fair share of pimps in my day and narrowly escaped being recruited by a few smooth ones, but I’ve never been as captivated as I was on that day.  His cane slammed down directly next to my head and he leaned in to get a better look at us, stopping to glare at me and bare his metal teeth.  We stopped laughing and he ran his hands through that pretty, green hair of his. And that’s when he started to cackle.

#joker #the joker #leto joker fanfiction #latina!reader #latinx #ride till i die #part 1

[cindibarr]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SIMPLY SOUTHERN Beaded Jeweled Satin Fashion Headband Various Colors NWT.

[luciawang408]

Reflection Blog For Week 2a

Butterflies are one of my favorite intentions, and many of my creations use butterflies, so I almost immediately chose butterflies as the object I wanted to express.

I would like to document how I created 50 shades project. I chose to use different items or different software to display the butterflies （first 15）

1.With Music. (kind of sound art)

So I started thinking about how I would represent my butterflies. I saw the tools I had at hand. the FL studio.

I suddenly pondered what would happen if I drew a butterfly using music software alone without considering the composition of the song. So I chose the drums and composed the butterfly with drum beats.

I'm very happy with the results. When I tried to play it, the drums were surprisingly good, an effect I seriously couldn't get before considering the composition!

So I chose different drums and painted the butterflies in different ways, and chose different instruments to randomly paint different butterflies, I didn't think about what the music sounded like before painting, it was completely random. I was really pleasantly surprised by the results when they came out.

Even when I chose the simplest piano rendition, I thought the piano came out like a butterfly fluttering up and down

（Video of the music)

2.With left hand painting

Actually the first thing that comes to mind is painting. But with normal drawing I thought the presentation would be boring, so I thought what if I drew with my left hand (my non-dominant hand). So I gave it a try.

(Pink: left hand ; Green: right hand)

While it may be hard to see the difference when looking at it this way, I use a lot of effort to control my left hand. After switching back to my right hand again I felt more relaxed than ever. My lines were also easier to control and I was able to draw more details. It was a very interesting experience for me.

3.Nomad modeling

I love making things with nomad, so I tried to make a butterfly with nomad. I didn't use any REFERENCES of butterflies, I made a butterfly entirely from my impressions and found a background I had made in PS before, imported it and made only special materials for the butterfly.

4.AI drawing

AI is a hot topic right now, so I decided to use some random language that came to me suddenly to get AI to generate scenes that would take me some time to build.

Descriptions: a half skeleton glittering Butterly, in a foggy city that looks unreal, houses on fire, flowers but dried, end of the war

(BY OPEN.AI)

5.With my dried flowers

I found the dried flowers I had made earlier, so I tore them apart and arranged them in the shape of a butterfly

6.Using a tissue

It occurred to me while I was working with tissue that tissue is very moldable and maybe I could use that to make a quick butterfly. With my impressions of butterflies, I finished this little butterfly (or bow?) with it.

7.Water damage

I thought of it when I was spraying perfume, what would happen if I let the perfume spray onto the paper and let it turn into a watery stain that stayed down the paper and turned into a butterfly pattern, so I tried it out because it was just too hard to control, and I tried my best to make it form a butterfly.

8.Hairband

I found my hairband and I realized that he would look a lot like a butterfly so I twisted it a little bit and it really did look like two wings of a butterfly.

9.A simple bow

In Chinese, bow translates to: a knotted butterfly, so it's perfect to use bow to show a butterfly.

10. Random tissue but..

This is a really funny coincidence, when I was cleaning up the kitchen, I was surprised to find my TISSUE accidentally pinched and shaped like a butterfly, so I took a picture of it! It looks nothing like the butterflies I made specifically for my 6.

11. Random rhinestone stickers

I used my little stickers for decorating to put up a cute butterfly.

12. With foam

I was recently receiving a delivery and saw the foam that was delivered and it looked like a butterfly in the center, so I made some changes to make it look more like a butterfly!

13. Cardboard

This is what I did together on with the foam, taking the cardboard from the delivery paper box. I cut out random pieces and then randomly used them to put together a butterfly

14. Red ink paste used for seal

I own a stamp with my name engraved on it (bottom right), and when I was about to use it my hand accidentally rubbed against the red stamping clay, so I suddenly thought what if I dipped my finger in the clay and drew a butterfly. So I tried it that way.

15. My charging cable

My charger is an everyday necessity and I was charging it when I suddenly thought what if I turned it into a butterfly, so after trying a few I got this.

After the last 35 designs I'm going to focus on butterflies and do some sketch about using butterflies to express some of our daily life designs or , abstract sense about how people feel about butterflies(I'm going to put the next 25 designs into Process Blog-2b because of image insertion restrictions.）

16. Butterfly Jewelry

Because I love butterflies so much, I've been thinking about making some jewelry, so I came up with Butterfly Ornaments. One of the things I really liked was the earrings, so I made the design. And tried to make one with nomad.

17. Tattoo

I wanted the butterflies to become tattoos flying up around my neck, and I designed the butterfly earrings with that in mind, although I think the butterfly tattoos should have been designed that way by someone. But I also thought it would be very pretty

18. Bag

I wanted to carry a butterfly on my back, so I thought of the bag. But not a shoulder bag that looks like I have butterfly wings on the front, but a crossbody bag and the side of a butterfly, like it's standing on my back!

19. Bowl

This bowl is like a butterfly holding a bowl, the bowl is removable

20. Pillow

I really like this pillow, it feels so cute and comfortable. The butterfly's tentacles can actually be turned into earplugs to use for sleeping

21. Spoon

Same design as my butterfly bowls that can be used as a pair. The thought process is the same

22. Scissors

These scissors look exactly like a butterfly and can be used as children's scissors since it is cute.

23. Diffuser

I recently discovered this item where the aroma spreads after pouring a perfume or something like that to a place. So I thought of butterflies and flowers and channeled the perfume into a small bowl of flowers. The scent will spread.

24. earphone

Also as a cute decoration to put butterflies in your ears.

25. butterfly jelly

There are different colored butterflies as different flavors and the sugar in the middle has jam inside it

[lovenikkiclothes]

Based around the dress ‘Ambiguity’.

#love nikki #marionette black #ambiguity #crucifix’s trace #eternal starlight #ruminate at midnight #pink knot hairband #charming grace #black diamond bracelet #punk bracelet #zebra memory #lovely fragrance #neon light #hot beat

[blue-jisungs]

rabbit, minion&&hello kitty

summary. you and your boyfriend have a small spa moment when an unexpected guest pops in

lee know opened the door and was greeted by the sound of tv coming from living room along with soft sound of your talking in the background.

"minho! you're home?" your voice made him snort as he took off his shoes

"no, that's not me" lee know teased and came up to you with intention of kissing you but he froze, noticing the chaos you were in.

"very funny. i need to hang up... yeah, sure! see you later then!" you hummed to the phone that was trapped between your cheek and arm. as you tried to grab it, it fell down on the floor "whoops..."

"what is it...?" your boyfriend frowned, crossing his arms

"my spa" you showed him your teeth in a winsome smile.

"i can see that" he mumbled looking at the nails polish bottles, face masks and many other beauty items scattered around. you had your hair tied up, headband on top of your head and a k-drama playing in the tv. "and...?"

"and? what do you mean "and"? i was bored and decided i need a spa day. oh gosh-- you wanna join me?!" you asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"and? what do you mean "and"? i was bored and decided i need a spa day. oh gosh-- you wanna join me?!" you asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

he shook his head no, heading to the kitchen.

"oh come on-! i made you some soup by the way... but please, baby?" you asked and saw him preparing two bowls. "i already ate!"

"sure, probably hours ago" he scoffed, knowing you. and he was right.

"please, just the face mask!" you whined, stopping the tv show while being careful not to scratch your freshly painted nails. "please, please, pleaseeee-!"

minho chuckled at your excitement.

"ugh, fine, whatever. but first you are going to eat something" lee know turned around and threatened you with the spoon. you were about to roll your eyes when he added "don't roll your eyes at me, ma'am!"

"mhm" you hummed and watched him pour the soup to two bowls.

in a matter of second he came up to you and placed it in front of you.

"okay but now tell me which face mask do you want... i've got this hello kitty one, minion and this rabbit one! i think you should go with-- hmpfh??!" your talking was muffled by minho showing a spoon of soup into your mouth.

"eat first" he giggled as you swallowed.

"you need to feed me though, my nails are..." you started and saw another spoon coming up your way.

"i was going to feed you anyway, dumbass" minho grinned and reasumed his actions.

you finished your meal while watching the drama.by that time your nails were dry so you didn't have to be careful about your moves anymore.

"now that we ate... which one?" a smile appeared on your lips.

minho took a moment to adore you. you looked so adorable like this. eagerness sparkling in your beautiful eyes, childish grin forming on your lips and this messy hairstyle. gosh, he loves you so much.

"m'kay, so rabbit" you chuckled and opened the box "lean against the couch... and here, put this on"

he did as you asked and put on the pink hairband to prevent his hair from sticking to the face mask. you sat on his lap, tongue sticking out from your mouth as you focused to put the mask perfectly on his face. he couldn't help to grin.

"don't laugh at me! i'm doing my best" you laughed and punched his arm after the mask was applied.

"i wasn't laughing at you..." he rolled his eyes and grabbed the box you gave him.

"sure. now put on mine" you nodded, shuffling closer to him.

before putting the minion face mask on you, he placed a kiss on your nose.

after you two were done, a doorbell rung. his brows knotted and then he heard the sound of door opening.

"yo! i was thinking i'm gonna go see you guys earlier because i was bored and-- OH SWEET MOTHER OF BABY-! LEE KNOW?!" han (since when he has keys to your apartment..?) screamed at the sight of his older friend.

"oh yeah, by the way han was supposed to pop in" you nodded, placing your hand on lee know's knee.

"you scared me to death" han dramatically grabbed his heart and then plopped down next to you "now now, i want a face mask too!"

lee know scoffed at his sudden change of mood. moments later he watched you apply the hello kitty face mask on his friend's face and somehow, he couldn't be more happier.

[ masterlist <3 ]

#skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #han jisung #jyp entertainment #lee know #lee know fluff #stray kids imagines #drabble #oneshot #stray kids lee minho #stray kids lee know

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Romanticise Yourself (Spencer Reid x Male! Reader) NSFW

Summary: Y/N spends a little time affirming his love for his boyfriend Spencer. Spencer returns the favour 

AN: Part Two of Get A Hairband or Get A Haircut but can be read as a oneshot! This is smut so do not read if you aren’t 18+! 

Word count: 1.8k 

Content warnings: Blowjobs, hair pulling, praise kink, minor face fucking

Part 1 // Masterlist

Y/N set the sauce to simmer and leant with his back to the counter in favour of watching Spencer reading at the dinner table. His middle and ring finger stroked down the page of the book. It had just been bought for him, by Y/N at the museum gift shop, after a long day of thoroughly enjoying the new geology exhibit. The rest of the fingers hovered slightly above the paper.

“Spencer, how do you see yourself?”

“With my eyes and a mirror.”

“Har har,” Y/N threw his head back to emphasise his sarcasm, “Tell me, go on. What do you think of yourself?”

Spencer took his eyes off the book, “What do you mean?”

“When you think about yourself, what do you think of? How do you describe yourself?” Y/N explained, and Spencer closed the book over, his middle finger trapped in the pages as he gave his attention instead to this question.

“I see an agent in the FBI’s BAU. I have an eidetic memory, three PhD's in Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics. I see someone with a tie that is never straight but then again neither am I-”

He paused for Y/N to let out a snort.

“-I see someone who probably should get a haircut. Why do you ask?”

“Just trying to compare some data.”

Raising an eyebrow and the left corner of his mouth, Spencer asked amused, “And this data, is it what you think of me?”

“Yes.”

“Would you mind sharing your findings with me?”

“Of course,” Y/N’s chin sat on Spencer’s hair, the short stray ones tickling his neck. Suddenly inspired, he began a three-strand braid along the side of Spencer’s head while he delivered his findings.

“I see an agent with unyielding loyalty for his team, his family, with incredible abilities he uses every day to save lives. A son who makes his mother more than proud. A wonderful godfather who’s going to be there for his godson for whatever he needs. A brilliant boyfriend who’s drop dead gorgeous.”

“That’s how you see me?” Spencer looked up at Y/N. His bashful expression only endeared Y/N to use his words more often.

“There’s more but I’d need some time to put them into words, and even then, I couldn’t promise to capture the true extent of how much I love you.”

“You should have been a poet,” Spencer hummed as Y/N brushed a few hairs from his face, “I would have enjoyed listening to my mom read them to me.”

The sauce bubbling finally succeeded in tearing Y/N’s attention away from Spencer. The twisted braid was already falling out, Spencer’s hair stretching out of it. Y/N kissed it before heading back to check on dinner. It wasn’t even a minute before he heard Spencer walk up behind him, free arm around his waist, kissing his cheek

“What do you want?” Y/N asked with playful suspicion.

“I want,” Spencer paused to kiss below Y/N’s ear, “To show you the same appreciation you show me.”

“I’m already feeling it, the way you tore yourself from that book.”

“You’re so much more important than any book.”

“Thanks, baby.” There was not an ounce of sarcasm in that statement, just affection in Spencer’s compliment, and Y/N received another kiss on the cheek as reward. It was a spot lower than before, at the corner of his jaw.

Y/N’s grin widened as he said in a sing-song voice, “Spencer, I’m cooking.”

“You’re nearly finished,” Spencer mumbled into their ear, and Y/N felt him lean his weight on his good leg, “I bet you knew exactly what you were doing.”

Shrugging, Y/N turned off the hob’s gas.

“So, you’re not denying it then?”

“Why would I? You love being praised; I love praising you,” and Y/N turned in Spencer’s arm, “Like two pieces of a puzzle.”

He kissed Spencer’s lips. Paprika tickled his nose, blending with the memory of the mint imperial he’d crunched down on upon their return home. Spencer cradled his face and his waist with those long delicate fingers of his stretching across to touch as much of Y/N as possible. Y/N felt those fingers meet in his back to nimbly untie his apron. Breaking the kiss only to pull it over Y/N’s head, the apron was abandoned on the way to the bedroom.

Spencer’s heart sang out as Y/N moaned against his lips. His cane clattered on the tiles, forgotten. Stripping each other down, so caught in each other’s reckless abandon, they didn’t care where their clothes ended up.

Swiping a scrunchie – the green one - from the chest of drawers, Spencer quickly knotted his hair half up half down. His hand readily returned to Y/N’s body and brought him down onto their bed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Spencer.”

“Now, now, This isn’t about me.”

Little liar, but Y/N didn’t let on, his mind already distracted by the hint of scruff scratching his thigh, “God!”

“It’s just me.”

“You’ve said that so many times!”

Y/N giggled, breaking up his sighs. It didn’t matter how many times Spencer made that joke. It was still funny. Between that and the giddy sensation of Spencer’s lips, Y/N was helpless. He spared a glance down, immediately rewarded with the sight of Spencer’s tongue lapping at the dark head of his cock. Then his lips wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down in their pink plumpness.

Y/N grabbed Spencer’s bun, his pinky finger catching the loose hair that fell down his neck, and he tugged it in his fist. He was rewarded with a deep groan from Spencer that buzzed through his body.

God, this was so just as much about him as it was about Y/N.

“Stop profiling me.” Spencer warned as his mouth came away from Y/N, “That’s my job.”

“I was just thinking,” Y/N defended quickly, his breath erratic as he continued with his so-called tough talk, “Clearly you’re not doing a good enough job if I can think and speak while you’re sucking me off.”

“Is that right?”

The moment Spencer returned to his boyfriend’s cock, he was sucking harder, like he’d been saving his energy for a twist in their usual routine. His new method of torture was deepthroating and not in the way Y/N would often fuck his face. He would stop and just hold Y/N’s cock entirely in his mouth, keeping him on edge with his nose pressed against the base where tiny hairs coiled, before releasing him. In the shadow of their room, Spencer’s eyes watered, but he craved that burn that came with Y/N’s taste.

“Fuck, Spencer.”

His body writhed in the unbearable heat. Instinctively, his hand grabbed at the scrunchie in Spencer’s and pulled it, slipped onto his wrist before he fisted at the curls now set loose. Tiny stray hairs tickle at his thighs, his hips jerking or trying to under Spencer’s firm grip.

“Baby, you’re so good to me,” and both Spencer and Y/N were caught off guard by the sudden change in volume and pitch as Y/N’s voice caught in his throat.

Spencer turned his head and his cheek swelled as the head of Y/N’s cock pressed against it. Y/N hands grabbed tighter at Spencer’s hair, his legs clamping around him, humping his head and pushing his cock further into Spencer’s willing mouth. Finally, he came with a long sigh and his fingers twisting in Spencer’s hair. Spencer, ever the diligent lover, kept his mouth on Y/N’s cock until after he was twitching with overstimulation.

Spit and semen glistened around Spencer’s lips. His tongue dipped against his bottom lips and dragged it into his mouth. From the bedside table’s drawer, Spencer grabbed the packet of tissues. He mopped up Y/N’s stomach while he lay still – besides the occasional twitch when Spencer brushed past his cock.

Spencer dropped his head onto Y/N’s chest and kissed the spot where his lips had landed. That kiss brought Y/N back to his body. With a contented hum, he dragged his fingers through Spencer’s hair, eventually beginning a braid. He slipped the green scrunchie off his wrist and tied up Spencer’s hair. The braid stayed intact, little baby hairs sticking out around his head in a fuzzy mane.

“You look pretty as a princess.”

“Not sure I’m the princess in this situation.”

With a snort, Y/N pouted and slapped Spencer pathetically on the shoulder, knowing full well Spencer was right. Then he pushed himself up onto his elbow to ask:

“Are you going to let me take care of you?”

“Uh,” Spencer licked his lips and glanced down to the end of the bed, “No need.”

Following his boyfriend’s gaze, Y/N tilted his head to the right at the sight of the stains on the crumpled duvet, then he looked back up.

“I didn’t even have to touch you. Oh, baby.”

Spencer let out a little giggle that was crafted of pure embarrassment, but it cut off with a grunt. Y/N instantly had Spencer lay down on his back, all the pressure off his leg despite Spencer insisting that he was fine. Ever the distraction, Y/N leant over and kissed his boyfriend’s lips silly, over and over, short and sweet, punctuating each one with an “I love you”. Y/N crossed over Spencer’s face and kissed as he went. When he reached his neck, laughter caught up to him, drowning his confessions of love with Spencer’s mirth in return.

“Oh, I love you!” Y/N cried out joyfully, pulling away to see Spencer’s face creased with the most gorgeous smile.

Spencer exhaled, “I love you too.”

They lay down next to each other again, Spencer’s head turned to the right to make way for the new bun,. Y/N wrapped around Spencer, put him at the centre of their attention. He closed his hand apart from his forefinger, which he drew down Spencer’s braid, along the line of his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth.

“I wish I was more eloquent like you,” Spencer spoke quietly. The inside of his bottom lip caught on Y/N’s finger

“Did you not just hear me say only three words for the last minute?”

He huffed, “You have your way with them. You always know what to say to make me feel right.”

He kissed Y/N’s fingertip and watched it as Y/N placed it between his eyebrows before he dragged it down his nose, tapping the end lightly. As if to transfer the kiss back to Y/N, Spencer bumped his nose against Y/N’s.

“We should probably have dinner soon, right?” Y/N mumbled, his breath warm against Spencer’s face.

“Let me have you here for a bit longer.”

Spencer spoke with a soft lilt, the energy he’d put into their time together wearing him down. Y/N knew the risks with staying in bed at this point. If they didn’t get up soon, they’d never leave. Spencer would stay at his side for the next twelve hours, they would fuck when they had recharged, and they would maybe rise if nature called – returning to each other’s arms shortly thereafter.

Y/N pecked Spencer’s lips one more time before snuggling up to his side, “I’ll give you anything you want, Spencer.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #my writing #wc: 1k+ #smut #r: male

[montmartre-parapluie]

Haunted Mansion Tightrope Walker -Part 2, Pattern & Construction

As promised, Part 2 of the Tightrope Walker Cosplay project - it's not spot on perfect - and I still need to make the little furred capelet at some point - but I'm really happy with how this turned out!

Pic-heavy below the cut

The Skirt and Petticoats:

I definitely wanted some floof for that skirt! I already owned a pink tulle 1950s rockabilly petticoat. I invested in a ruffled peach cotton underskirt for some maximum fluff - and the hem of the peach skirt served as a handy guide for where I wanted my skirt hem, so the pink tulle will just daintily peep out.

I had a sneaky peak at Spoonflower where all the lovely custom Haunted Mansion fabrics hide, and worked out four metres would do nicely for a skirt. I chose SewnByFairies' TightRopeWalker Girl Large print fabric for mine, in Petal Signature Cotton.

This was probably the priciest part of my cosplay (Spoonflower is lovely, but it ain't cheap) But the fabric came very quickly, and I'm happy to say the cotton made up beautifully!

Making the skirt was the easiest part, for me - I have dozens of patterns for full skirts! I simply shortened a long Victorian costume skirt pattern I had to the right length for the pink frill to show. The pleating gives it a lovely period bell-shaped skirt!

The Shoes

These were the easiest part. I already had a pair of coral pink ballet flats in my wardrobe - and they already had little loops at the sides of the soles for adding ribbon ties. I rummaged in my trimmings stash and found some old coral pink dress ties that matched perfectly! Delicate 1830s slippers done in an instant.

The Bodice

This was the part I knew would be the most labour-intensive. It was also a total experiment for me, since I'd never even tried 1830s patterns before now! It might have been a total failure. But I took a deep breath, did my research, and the Truly Victorian Romantic 1830s dress was probably the best for my needs:

(Short sleeved evening version shown on the lady sitting down)

The patterns allows for a gathered or plain bodice. I played it safe and went for plain. I also was pretty good on my stash-busting resolution, and only used fabrics I already had - so if it went totally wrong, it wouldn't be too much of a waste. And as the skirt was in a cotton (and I'm hoping to wear this to Disney Halloween in Florida at some point),

I thought making up the bodice in light breathable cotton rather than velvet and silk would be a sensible choice - and much easier to sew with! It's boned and lined on the inside, with was probably the fiddliest part - and the sleeves are lined with two layers of net to give them the necessary pouf.

It made up really nicely - not bad, for a first go! The sleeve lace was a couple of vintage pieces I found in a vintage job-lot online - and I already had the pink wired ribbon in my trim stash, along with the neckline trim and purple buttons. The pattern recommended piping, but I'm afraid I wasn't that brave...

The Hair

This one was fun! There's some great 1830s historical costumers around online, and many of them happily share their resources for anyone who's interested. Koshka The Cat, one of my favourite costuming blogs, shared this wonderful piece on styling 1830s crazy hair here: I'd thoroughly recommend people check it out.

I used it as a basis for a simpler version for my Tightrope Walker girl (although I am tempted by the idea of ribbons and accessories in it - maybe some time)

AI had already bought two side ringlet pieces in my hair colour from FancyNancyUpdos on Etsy. I trimmed the ringlets down to the right length I wanted, and then attached them to a simple plastic hairband. I then found a cheap braided hair-bun to hide the band and provide the wonderful top-knot TightRopeWalker Girl has! T

The Parasol

If I was sticking strictly to the source material, this should be pink and frilly, but - I saw this little short paper parasol on Ebay and fell in love! The purple was the same shade as the bodice, and the ghostly blue painted flowers on the shade just echo Haunted Mansion's colours. It was too cute for me to resist.

I need to put it all together for a photoshoot sometime, maybe even make that pesky capelet, but I'm pretty happy with my Tightrope Girl attempt!

#haunted mansion #haunted mansion cosplay #my sewing #m-p goes all crafty #my costumes #disney costuming #1830s bodice #1830s fashion #disney cosplay #daisy de la cruz #sarah sally slater #sally slater #lillian gracey #lillian o'malley #ally gal #tightrope girl #haunted mansion portraits #stretching room #tightrope walker cosplay #1830s hair

[bookbornexiv]

bow

“Can you tie a bow? A nice bow? My ribbon got messed up...”

The priest blinked, looking at the sad tangle of red silk knotted around the hairband in the conjurer’s paws that she held out to him beseechingly, ears back and eyes so enormous he saw his own guilty face reflected twice in them, judging himself. “Of course,” he said hastily. “Could you hold it up for me? Actually, do you want to put it on? It’s better if I can see it on you.. ah, perfect.  Maybe sit down. Oh dear, that’s too far down, I think we were better with you standing up.. And can you keep your ears down so they don’t get in the way? Yes, that’s it! Hold still..”

“You sure it’s gonna be a nice bow?” The conjurer sounded suspicious, but she reached up with both paws to press her ears flat against her head as the priest fiddled with the ribbon on her hairband.

“Of course. It’s been a while since I had to tie a bow in someone’s hair.. You have to wiggle one end a little bit longer, is the trick. And loop it over to hide the knot.”

“Whose hair did you use to tie bows in?”

“My lord’s,” the priest said, very softly, and for a moment his hands paused. Then they resumed their work as he loudly proclaimed, “But of course, not on top of his head. It wouldn’t have suited him as it does you. He had long hair and on church days he would want it tied back,” he gestured to the nape of his own neck, “with a black ribbon.”

“I like red ribbons,” the conjurer said. “How come you stopped doing it?”

Again that brief pause, that utter silence as if the priest had stopped breathing. But it was very long this time, and the conjurer began to feel pins and needles in her pressed-down ears. “I guess people change,” she offered. “So are you done yet?”

“Done!” The priest pulled the loops of the bow taut, balancing their length and tightening the knot, and beamed at the conjurer as she pulled out a pocket mirror and beamed, white-fanged and pink-tongued, at her reflection in it. But then she too paused, her smile fading into her more usual ᆺ, and looked up seriously at the priest.

“People do change,” she said. “You and everyone else.”

“I wish I had thought my lord capable of change,” the priest said. For a moment he both looked and sounded like someone else, a man with regrets heavy as a bloody knife in his hand, head bent from a lifetime of obsequious bowing. But the moment passed and he was the priest again, smiling awkwardly, hands folded  together with all his secrets behind him.

#ffxivwrite2021

[soemthingsparkly]

Duvet Days

Duvet Days

Anon asked: 

some reggie and julie fluff 👀 them being best siblings uwu

Reggie & Julie being siblings.

Julie finally has a day to herself, but a certain someone is in need of entertaining. 

Warnings: artery-clogging sugary fluff. 

Words: 1.3k

~~

It was a Sunday afternoon in October and Julie finally had the house to herself. Carlos was at a friend’s house and her dad had ‘nipped’ to the studio for some last minute shooting and editing a few hours ago.

But Julie didn’t mind. What with the band, school, and family, she rarely had any time to herself these days. So, she did what any sixteen year old with an empty house on a chilly Sunday afternoon would do.

She stayed in her pyjamas, made herself a hot chocolate, and climbed back into her bed to snuggle down and watch some good old fashioned cartoons. She’d recently binged the entirety of Glitch Techs on Netflix and noticed there was a new season of Miraculous Ladybug to watch.

She settled down and got lost in the bright colours and high tempo of the animation. Her eyes tracked the subtitles as the characters spoke in a quick, upbeat French.

“Hey, Julie!”

Julie jumped and splashed hot chocolate on her duvet. The sweet milk dribbled down the side of her mug where it sloshed out and she nudged her laptop out of the way to prevent it getting sticky or damaged. When she looked up, she saw Reggie leaning through her doorway, looking guilty.

“Reggie,” she said, pulling a face and licking her palm. “I thought you were all out, today.” As she said this, it occurred to her that she was still in her fluffy pink penguin pyjamas and had pushed her knotted hair off her face with a purple barbie hairband she’d found in her junk drawer last night. She pursed her lips and ran her fingers through the small hairs at the back of her neck.

Reggie sighed. “Luke’s with his parents - something about a cousin’s birthday - and Alex’s gone off with Willie.” His mouth twitched to one side. “Now I’m bored.”

“Oh.”

“I was going to see what your dad was up to but he’s not here. Carlos, too.”

“Dad went out to do some last minute things at work and Carlos is at a friend’s house.”

Reggie released a soft, “oh,” and nodded his head. He drummed his fingers against the doorframe. As he looked around the room, Julie raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah…” she said, dipping her eyes back to her laptop. An image of Ladybug and Cat Noir swinging over the rooftops of an animated paris was currently frozen on her screen. Her cheeks felt warm. She looked up at Reggie again and shrugged.

“Okay, well…” Reggie said. He hesitated, his torso hanging through the door. The two stayed like that for a moment, both waiting for the other to speak.

Julie wiggled her finger on the trackpad when her screen went dark.

“Okay, well, If no one else is here, I guess I’ll go practice or something,” Reggie said. “Luke was asking me about some kind of riff earlier, maybe I’ll check it out. I’ll, uh, I’ll be in the studio if you need me.”

Julie bobbed her head. “Okay.”

He gave her a small wave before he disappeared through the door again.

Julie released her breath, brushed the chocolate off her sheets and settled back against her pillows. She carefully brought her hot chocolate to her chest and dragged her laptop closer again.

She was cosy and warm and the smell of sweet chocolate wafted up from beneath her. But before she hit play, she stopped herself. She thought of Reggie, alone in the studio, plucking on his guitar and she sighed.

“Okay, Reggie, you can come back.”

Almost immediately, Reggie’s head popped through the door again. He had a grin on his face. “Really?”

Sshe gave him a good natured eye roll when she patted the sheets next to her. Reggie’s eyes creased in excitement and he hopped over to her, jumping on the bed as she cried out for him to mind her drink.

“What’re you watching?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder.

“Uh, just a silly cartoon,” Julie said, quickly closing the Netflix tab, once again feeling that rush of heat in her face. “We can watch something else.”

“Oh man, I love cartoons. I used to watch them all the time when I was alive. Is it Animaniacs? I loved that show. So crazy."

Julie blinked at him.

“Or Ducktales? Chip and Dale? Darkwing?”

Julie shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve heard of Ducktales… I think there was a remake recently.”

“Remake?” Reggie pursed his lips and frowned, then chuckled self-conciously, playing with the string of one of his corded bracelets. “Yeah, I guess I forgot about the time skip thing.”

Julie ran her finger around the rim of her mug. “Sorry,” she said.

He smirked and shook his head. “It’s okay.”

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, before she reopened Netflix and returned to the series she’d been watching. “It’s called Miraculous Ladybug - well, The Miraculous Adventures of Ladybug and Cat Noir - but Miraculous for short.”

Reggie leaned in and nodded.

“It’s not… well, it’s not a great show, exactly, but it’s fun and predictable and the heroes always win, so… I like it. It’s just silly.”

The boy grinned. “Sounds like fun. I like heroes.”

Julie couldn’t help the smile on her lips. “It’s ridiculous, too, because the heroes are in this complicated love square.”

Reggie dropped his chin and looked at her through his eyelashes. "For real?”

“Mhm,” Julie said, rubbing her thumb against the lip of her mug as she considered her explanation. “So there’s these two heroes of Paris, Chat Noir and Ladybug, and Chat Noir likes Ladybug, but Ladybug - or Ladybug’s civilian identity, Marinette - is in love with a boy that she goes to school with, Adrian”

Reggie’s eyes were wide. “Oh man, poor Chat Noir…”

“Okay, but here’s the thing, Adrian is actually the civilian identity of Chat Noir."

Reggie gasped. “No way.”

“Right? They're in love with each other but they don’t have a clue!” Julie’s whole chest was swelling with the excitement of it all. “And it’s so crazy, because they don’t know about each other and of course they can’t know each other’s secret identities because–”

“Because they’d be putting themselves and their loved ones in danger, of course.” Reggie jutted out his hand. “Classic masked vigilante problems, right?”

Julie stared at the glowing boy for a moment. His smile was a beam of warm light in the cold afternoon and Julie found her hand absently reaching up to touch his face, her thumb brushing the short hair around his ear.

The warmth of them always pleasantly surprised her.

Reggie’s eyes darted up and down Julie’s face. “Uh, Julie?”

Julie blinked and then recoiled, yanking her hand away. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Reggie said. He swallowed and dipped his head, chewing his bottom lip. His fingers found the tassels of one of her many throw pillows. “I actually kind of liked it…”

And Julie melted. She put her hot chocolate to one side and held onto her laptop as she pulled the quilt out from under him. “If you’re going to be here, you might as well be here.”

For a moment, Reggie couldn’t tell if she was being serious, watching her to see if she would pull a ‘gotcha’ moment on her, but she nodded her head again at the spot. “Come on, my arm is getting tired.”

Reggie rolled off the bed and held up a finger. “I’ll be right back.”

And then he poofed out and Julie was left alone, confused. It was only a minute later when he returned, this time in soft sweatpants and a pink hoodie. Julie cocked her head. “That’s Alex’s.”

“Well, he’s not using it right now, is he?” He said as he pulled back the duvet and blankets and climbed into the bed next to her. He rubbed his hands on his thighs and nodded. “Okay, now, I’m ready.”

For a moment, Julie could do nothing more than stare at him. He looked so soft and alive and she felt overwhelmed with affection.

She released a short, soft laugh before she decided to snuggled down and settled her head against his shoulder, bringing the laptop to a more central position. She felt Reggie’s cheek against her head and once again thanked whatever magic let her feel this.

She hit the spacebar and the poppy theme of the French animation began to play.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #Julie molina #Reggie Peters #reggie moline #jatp fic

[kaistarus]

Will You Social Distance With Me?

Pairing: Bakugou X Reader

Words: 2K

Summary: Quarantine and social distancing is hard, especially when you’re in high school and one of the only nights you look forward to is cancelled. You’ve given up any hope, but... maybe prom night can still be saved

Notes: This is for all you people that have gotten anything cancelled because of the coronavirus. My college graduation was cancelled, so we’re in this hell hole together :(

“I’m literally dying,” Mina’s face took up a majority your laptop screen as she whined dramatically. Her pink locks were pulled back by a silky hairband for the mudmask smeared across her face. Even in a global pandemic, skin care was her priority. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Wrong usage of literally.” Bakugou popped up front-and-center. He chewed a mechanical pencil as he focused on something off screen, likely doing the assigned online homework you were pretending didn’t exist.

“Okay, fun police.” You smirked. He sneered at his monitor and even though he couldn’t target the look, you knew it was for you.

“Whatever, you know what I mean.” Mina waved him off, falling back into her sea of fluffy pillows. “I haven’t had face-to-face interactions with anyone not my family in weeks. I’ll go insane before quarantine is over.”

“You should buy animal crossing,” Kirishima’s smiling face filled your screen as he held up a Nintendo switch. “I’ve never avoided my problems so easily.”

“Your grades are shit.” Bakugou said.

“Were they good before?” You tilted your head, looking at Kirishima’s videochat box as he focused at his lap where you assumed his Switch laid.

“Absolutely not,” Kirishima smirked. “But now I have Crimson Riot Land to disassociate on.” You weren’t entirely sure what that meant, but your interest had been peaked.

“Hey, where’s Kami?” Mina made a show of tapping her wrist. “He’s late.”

Which was weird. Kaminari was either scheduling their videochats or the first one in the call whining when someone was 30 seconds late. That’s what happens when you’re the most extroverted person in a group during a global pandemic.

“He’s on a date with that Tinder boy.” Sero stated as if it was common knowledge.  He laid flat on his stomach toward his laptop surrounded by homework he’d held off till last minute. You tried desperately to forget about the mound of your own homework lying nearby.

Your jaw went slack in surprise and Mina exaggeratedly gasped. Even Bakugou paused writing and looked up at the screen confused.

“Where? Why?” Mina gripped her laptop monitor and began shaking it aggressively. “How?”

“McDonalds parking lot. He’s trying to make up for Prom getting cancelled.” Sero tapped his temple with his pencil’s eraser as he thought. “They’re staying in their cars with their windows cracked to avoid the virus.”

“That’s… romantic?” You said uncertainly.

“It’s fucking stupid.” Bakugou snorted, leaning against his hand. You stuck your tongue out and he made a mocking face.

“I forgot tonight was supposed to be Prom night.” Kirishima leaned back on his hands thoughtfully. You wished you could say the same. You looked over to the calendar hanging to your left beside your bed that had today’s date circled in red sharpie.

“How could Prom King forget?” Sero smirked, placing one of his books atop his head and leaning into crossed arms. Clearly, he’d given up hopes of productivity.

“I wouldn’t have won.”

“Literally everyone loves you Kiri. You were the only person people wanted to vote for.” You said. An unconvinced smile spread across his face and your heart dropped that he didn’t get to experience that love or recognition. He really deserved that moment.

“I’m just pissed I spent hundreds of dollars on a dress I don’t even get to wear.” Mina crossed her arms. “I would’ve looked so damn good.”

You looked at your own closet where your dress hung uselessly in its plastic store-bought bag to never be touched. You were sure there was someone you could give it to who would make some use of it in the future, but that just wasn’t the same.

“Who fucking cares. It’s all a waste of money,” Bakugou said uninterested.

“It’s not a waste.” You said offended, but he just rolled his eyes at you.

You knew Bakugou felt that way, but it still hurt hearing him say it. Perhaps it was because you had the pathetic fantasy that you could have asked him to go and he’d have said yes. Or because you picked out a crimson red dress specifically because you knew that was his favorite color. Or maybe even it was because you’d been in love with the idiot since freshman year history class and filled your head that this night would’ve been the night everything changed.

It didn’t matter anymore. The night was gone, and so were your chances with Bakugou. You’d just have to accept things for how they are. Your friendship wasn’t bad after all. You’d take late night videochats over no Bakugou any day.

“It’s a monumental moment of our high school careers!” Mina threw her hands up. “We go through four years of hell for one night of fun and the chance at a coming of age romance scene.”

“That’s stupid.” Bakugou stated. “Who honestly cares about that shit?”

You furrowed your brow. It was almost too easy to get worked up when you were talking at your laptop. That and being cooped up in your house for weeks probably made your emotions ten times stronger than usual. “Maybe I do.”

He blinked confused. “What?”

“Maybe I was hoping for a stupid teenage promposal and awkward slow dancing and cute stupid lovey confessions at a waste of fucking money dance.”

Mina looked all too amused at Bakugou’s stunned expression. Sero’s eyes were flickering around his screen while Kirishima’s head was directly downward to avoid confrontation. You felt your face reddening as the seconds passed.

“I didn’t… you aren’t…” Bakugou furrowed his brow and looked more and more stoic as moments passed. You quickly began regretting your comment. Just because you had been looking forward to prom doesn’t mean you had to force your excitement on to others.

“Bakugou… I didn’t mean to—”

“I gotta go.” He logged off the chat and you felt your stomach knot. You hadn’t meant to offend him. You shouldn’t have gotten upset that he ruined your stupid fantasies.

“I should apologize.” You muttered.

“Don’t bother,” Mina waved your comment off. “He’ll walk it off. Let’s watch a Netflix movie.”

The boys agreed and you exited the chat to pull Netflix up in a separate tab. Although the others were vocal throughout whatever movie Mina and Sero had argued over, you were absentmindedly zoning out at the dress hanging in the corner of your room. You really hoped you hadn’t ruined your friendship with Bakugou over something as stupid as a school dance. Even if you had been looking forward to it for such a long time, it wasn’t fair to take out your frustrations on him.

When the movie ended you contributed as little as you could their discussion about what you’d watched and helped schedule the next big online hangout that weekend. When everyone logged out you took a deep breath and stared at the mound of texts and worksheets lying on the nightstand beside you. Reluctantly, you realized it was probably time you stopped avoiding the coursework you’d been assigned.

Thankfully, the moment you opened your Algebra text your phone vibrated on the mattress beside you. A sign that you were meant to procrastinate work one night longer. You slammed the book shut happily and grabbed your phone.

Bakagou: Look out your window

               You read the message over several times before wrapping yourself in your comforter and crawling out of bed to your second-story window. When you pulled back the curtain to peer through the glass your jaw went slack, and your phone fell from your limp hand.

               Beneath your window was Bakugou, standing in your yard holding a poster with ‘PROM’ written in black sharpie in one hand and a handful off daisies in the other, clumps of dirt still attached to the roots. He was dressed in a charcoal button-up and dark slacks, and his hair that had been a wild mess just hours ago was now tame. You stared confused for several long moments before hurriedly undoing the windows lock and pushing it open.

               “What are you doing?” You shouted.

               Even from the second story you could see his face turning red as he answered. “The fuck does it look like I’m asking you to prom!” He waved the half-assed poster around as if you somehow missed it.

               “I know,” you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t fight the grin taking over your face. “But we don’t have prom.”

               “It’s supposed to be symbolic.” His grip on the poster tightened to the point you could see it crinkling near his hand.

               “I thought Prom was a waste of time?” You leaned lazily into the palm of your hand as he narrowed his eyes at you.

               “It is, but apparently it matters to you so…” His scrunched up his nose and kicked at the ground. “Are you going with me or not?”

               You started to chuckle. “Yes. Obviously, I’ll go with you.”

               He looked almost relieved at your answer. “Thank fuck.”

               You smiled fondly at Bakugou who stretched his arms above his head before a frown overtook your face. “This is so stupid.”

               His eyes widened briefly. “Well, I didn’t have a lot of fucking time. I know the poster is ass and the flowers are from my yard, but it’s not like I can give them to you anyway so—”

               “No.” You waved your arms frantically in front of you. “No, you’re amazing.” You clarified and a small smile appeared on his face causing your heartrate to quicken. “I’m mean this.” You gestured toward the sky. “It just wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.”

               “How was it supposed to go?”

               You felt your face flush. You stumbled over your words before deciding that he drove all the way here and if that wasn’t a sign you were meant to have a fairy tale prom night you didn’t know what was. “Well, first off you wouldn’t have to stay in my yard like this.”

               “That does make it a little difficult.”

               You nodded your head. “I’d be wearing my way too expensive dress. We’d get to take awkward photos and slow dance together and…” It was taking all of you not to turn away from his intense gaze. You urged yourself to continue. To finally say what’s been on your heart for years. “I’d probably tell you that I’ve been stupidly in love with you since Freshman year.”

               You gripped the windowsill tightly to keep your nerves to a minimum, but the cocky smirk Bakugou gave you did bad things for your health.

               “If we weren’t in a pandemic...” You added. “That’s probably how it could have theoretically happened.”

               He nodded his head and chuckled. “And, theoretically, I’d probably respond by saying something stupid like I’ve liked you for a while too. Maybe I’d try kissing you if you’d let me.”

               You smiled so wide your cheeks began hurting. “Well, hypothetically speaking, if that had happened, I probably would’ve let you.”

               “Yeah?” Bakugou smirked.

               You nodded.

               You both smiled at each other and Bakugou ran a hand through his hair. You’d give anything to sprint downstairs and out your front door to tackle this boy in a hug right now. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to kiss him and the fact that you couldn’t was driving you insane.

               “Well, theoretically, if I were to ask you on a date. What would your answer be?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow in your direction.

               “I’d say McDonald’s parking lot next Monday?”

               He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not going on a date at a McDonald’s parking lot.”

               You pushed out your lips in a pout and crossed your arms. “No fun.”

               “Is that a yes?”

               “Obviously it’s a yes.” You rolled your eyes. How could he ever think you’d say no. Especially after tonight. “I’m just upset it’ll take so long.”

               “We talk every day.”

               “Not the same.”

               He rolled his eyes, but a smile dusted his lips. “I waited this long. What’s a little quarantine gonna do?”

               You weren’t sure your face could get any redder, but after that comment you were sure you had invented a new shade. He left that night resting a bouquet of garden flowers in your yard and a promise to see you in the distant future. You watched him drive off down your street, staring long after his car had disappeared. You rested your head against the windowsill, wrapped your blankets tightly around yourself, and continued to smile until the muscles in your cheeks ached.

               Somehow, your prom night turned out better than you could have imagined.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha imagines #bnha #bakugou imagine #bakusquad #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #sero hanta #mha #quarantine au

[kenmaash]

Mistletoe -a Kenhina fluffshot

The long ring of a doorbell echoed through a huge house, startling the boy who stood in the kitchen. He quickly put down the tray of food he was holding and rushed to the door.

“Shouyou!” he exclaimed when he opened the dark mahogany to reveal his friend.

“Hey Kenma!” Shouyou raised one arm in greeting, balancing a beautifully wrapped box and a circular pan on his other.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” Kenma quickly took the covered dish from Shouyou’s wobbly grip and set it on his kitchen counter.

“No problem, it took a bit of convincing my family, though,” Shouyou walked further into Kenma’s house, shutting the door on the icy air behind him.

“Yeah, I guess not everyone spends Christmas eve with their friend rather than their family,” Kenma said with a chuckle, gently unwrapping Shouyou’s scarf from his neck and hanging it near the front door.

“Well, your parents aren’t here, right? So that’s my excuse to hang out with you on Christmas eve,” the flame-haired boy shrugged with a smile.

Kenma nodded. “I just got the last thing out of the oven. After we eat, do you want to go out on the town?”

“Sure, I need to get Natsu a last minute present anyway.”

“Great.” Beneath his cat-themed Christmas sweater, Kenma’s heart began to beat faster against his will. He quickly turned his attention to the dishes set nicely on his kitchen island as an excuse to face away from Shouyou. “I didn’t make much since it’s just the two of us, and I figured we could just have a casual dinner.”

“Sounds great! I’ve never been a big fan of the stuffy relatives crowding around your food to talk about school or whatever,” Shouyou admitted with a shiver. He walked briskly to the other side of the counter Kenma stood at, leaning down to look into the other’s bowed head. “Plates?”

“You know where they are,” Kenma waved Shouyou away with one hand. “More importantly, is this apple pie?”

“Yup,” Shouyou set two plates, two forks and two knives on the island next to Kenma. “Eat something other than pie, though.”

“Ugh, if I eat anything else I won’t be hungry for pie anymore,” Kenma groaned inwardly.

“Well then we can save desert for after we get back. You have to eat real food.”

And so, with much grumbling and complaining on Kenma’s end, the two ate a slightly healthier dinner than Kozume would have wanted. When their plates were clean and their utensils had been licked, Shouyou took their dishes and tossed them into Kenma’s dishwasher. Kenma wrapped the leftovers in plastic wrap, placing them in the fridge as neatly as he could fit them around random other food.

“Ready?” Wrapping his red scarf around his neck, Shouyou peered behind him at Kenma pulling his boots on over his fluffy calico-print socks.

“Now I am. You?” The taller boy stood and looked down to examine his boots.

“Let’s go!” Shouyou started to open the door, but noticed a parcel tucked under Kenma’s arm. “Oh shit, I need to get your present.”

“Hurry,” Kenma leaned his back against the door and watched with a smirk on his face as Shouyou sprinted to the living room to grab the beautiful present that he most certainly did not wrap.

“Got it. Let’s go for real now,” Shouyou laughed and Kenma’s heart began its rapid palpitations once again.

“Y-yeah.” Kozume shook his head as he opened the door, trying to dislodge the persistent thoughts of how sweet his friend’s laugh was.

“We’re walking, right?” Shouyou stuck close to Kenma’s side to shut out the cold wind raking across their faces and hands.

“Unfortunately,” the other grumbled.

“It’s not that cold!” Shouyou insisted.

“Your hands are pink,” Kenma grabbed Shouyou’s wrist and brought his left hand up to eye level.

“I guess you’re right,” Shouyou sighed, exhaling a gust of warm cinnamon and burning pine candles into Kenma’s face.

“Hey, you’re glad your breath smells nice.” A blush rose to Kenma’s cheeks when he realized what he had just said.

“Oh, your cheeks are really flushed! Take my scarf, you should’ve told me your face was freezing off!” Shouyou yanked his scarf off and wound it gingerly around Kenma, making sure to cover his nose with the soft fabric.

“Thanks, Shouyou.” The corners of Kenma’s eyes crinkled with the smile that was brought to his burning face.

“Now we’ve gotta stay closer to keep the cold out.” Shouyou pulled himself closer to Kenma’s body.

“Sure….” Kenma provided no hesitation as Shouyou pulled him into a standing side-cuddle against the icy air.

The two continued their way down the street, bringing up topics such as volleyball and grades as they walked. Snow and frozen leaves crunched under their heavy boots and lighthearted conversation. Purple and red lights flickered from the bustling city, reflecting off of the boys’ hair and eyes as they got closer to the source of the lights. Golden light poured out of the windows and glass doors of several shops and bakeries, welcoming in any passersby with enticing scents.

“I want coffee.” Shouyou blurted suddenly, sharply changing course and heading towards a small cafe. He dragged a startled Kenma by the scarf through the entrance.

“Moon latte and cinnamon apple mocha please,” Kenma ordered for the two of them patiently while Shouyou sprinted to the bathroom.

When Shouyou returned with a freshly relieved bladder, he grinned and gestured to the gift he brought for Kenma. “Open!”

“Open yours after, then.” Kenma took his gift and pushed Shouyou’s to him across the small table.

“Okay, okay, just open it.” Shouyou insistently shoved the box off of the table into Kenma’s lap.

“Why is this so heavy?” Kenma lifted the gift up and weighed it in his hands.

“It cost a lot of money too, so don’t break it by shaking it around like that,” Shouyou made anxious fists with his hands.

“Oh- sorry.” Kenma put the box back on the table and pulled off the bow holding the wrapping together. “Who wrapped it?”

“Nishinoya,” Shouyou admitted with a chuckle, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck.

“Wow, he did a nice job. I almost don’t want to open it all the way.” Kenma smiled.

“Open the damn gift!” Shouyou’s face crinkled up in frustration and he lunged for the present. “This is frustrating for me and I already know what’s in it!”

“Fine! I was just making you agonize for a second.” Kenma quickly tucked the box away from Shouyou’s reach. He peeled the wrapping paper off, bit by bit unveiling a set of two white touch lamps. “What are these?”

“Friendship lamps!” Shouyou took one of the lamps and plugged it in near the base of the table, gesturing for Kenma to do the same. “They’re so cool. If you tap one of them, the other one’ll turn on too. And you can change the colors, so we can make secret codes! Oh, and they work no matter how far away they are.”

Kenma stared wide-eyed at the lamp in front of him, his eyes shimmering like those of a curious cat. “Cool… your gift isn’t nearly as interesting as that, but I think you’ll like it.”

Shouyou wasted no time tearing open his gift, pulling a small box out of the wreckage. He eased the box open to reveal a gold necklace with a circular charm.

“It’s a locket.” Kenma pointed to the clasp on the side of the charm.

Shouyou pried the necklace open, grinning at the picture on display on the inside shells. The one on the left was a picture of Kozume and Hinata together; taken by Shouyou against Kenma’s will. Shouyou had one arm wrapped around Kenma’s shoulders and held up a peace sign. Kenma glared at the camera with a face ready to kill. It had been taken right as Kenma woke up at their first sleepover. Kozume’s hair was a mess of tangles and knots, stuck in the hairbands Hinata had put them in the previous night.

The picture on the right inside of the locket was just of Kozume, and this one had been taken by Hinata as well. Kozume wore a black turtleneck, black pants, and circular golden glasses. Hinata had draped fairy lights over Kozume’s body and tied his hair up in a messy bun. Kozume offered the camera a slight hint of a smile, sitting cross-legged and tucking his hands into his lap. The warm glow of the fairy lights and living fireflies glinted off of the round glasses. The background of the picture was a dark purple sky streaked with shooting stars and black clouds, and Hinata brought it up often as his favorite picture of Kozume.

“Kenmaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Shouyou wiped the tingling sensation of tears from his eyes and dove across the table to wrap his arms around his best friend.

“You’re welcome. And thank you for the lamp.” Kenma squeezed his eyes tightly shut and mumbled his words into Shouyou’s hair.

Shouyou let go of Kenma and sat up, immediately bringing his coffee to his lips over a smile. “How long do you want to spend in town?”

“As long as you want.” Kenma shrugged and stood up. “Let’s keep walking.”

Shouyou stood and opened a bag he had brought along for Kenma to put the lamps into. “Can you help me put on the locket?”

“Mhm,” Kenma took both ends of the golden locket and brought them together behind Shouyou’s head.

“Oh, should we make codes for the lamps now?” Shouyou suggested. “Blue should be ‘I need help with homework’.”

“Even though we go to different schools?” Kenma shoved Shouyou lightly as they walked together towards the door.

“Well, you’re older than me so you’ve learned this stuff before,” Shouyou protested. “Hold on, let’s throw away the wrapping paper before we leave.”

“Okay,” Kenma retrieved the trash from the gift bag and changed course with Shouyou to head towards the trashcan. “Green can be for emergencies and orange for just ‘what’s up?’.”

“And then purple can be ‘doing good’ and yellow can be ‘not doing good’,” Shouyou tossed the paper in the trash near the exit. “Only pink left.”

The pair paused in the doorway of the shop to think. Kenma looked up and gasped quietly.

“What?” Shouyou looked up as well. His eyes moved quickly from the hanging object to Kenma’s face. Kenma looked down, losing his breath when he saw Shouyou holding his.

“Mistletoe….” Shouyou whispered. Kenma nodded silently, feeling his heart speed up for the third time that night. He placed his hand over his chest and took a deep breath.

“I- I mean, we have to… . Right?” Kenma said softly.

“Have to,” Shouyou agreed. He slowly wrapped the scarf Kenma wore around his fist, not breaking eye contact. Brown and amber eyes became glued together, hearts racing in unison as Shouyou pulled his scarf-wrapped hand closer to himself, pulling Kenma down with it.

“Hey, Shou?” Kenma muttered, taking Shouyou’s hand in his own to stop himself just a few inches above Shouyou’s lips.

“Hmm?” brown eyes traveled from amber ones down to the lips at the other end of Kenma’s face.

“I have an idea for pink.”

“What is it?”

“I love you.” Kenma scooped Shouyou’s cheeks in his hands, lifting the shorter boy’s face closer to his own.

The kiss was warm and soft, full of gentleness and longing and a hint of hesitation. The reservation in Kenma’s lips faded away when Shouyou kissed him back, yanking on the scarf to pull their faces closer. Smiles were brought to both pairs of lips and two pairs of hands found hair and clothing to grip onto as tightly as they could without hurting the other person. After a few minutes of breathless kisses, Shouyou broke into an unmanageable grin and forced the encounter to pause.

“Yes. Pink is for ‘I love you’,” He breathed.

“I love you.” Kenma leaned forward and kissed Shouyou on his forehead.

“I love you, too.” Shouyou pulled Kenma into another kiss.

“Merry Christmas.”

#kenhina #kenhina fluff #kenhina short story #kenhina fluffshot #kenma/hinata #kenmaxhinata #hinaken

[soliavenne]

Hello there, So I was getting at home spa treatment and I thought of something; would Gaara and SO do spa night...and it leads to more? Gaara uses his sand to exfoliate, SO gives massages. Thoughts?

Oh, I could see this coming! I think there's a high chance that Gaara and his S/O are more into introverted, indoor bonding dates... with that kind of hectic job he has as the Kazekage, to be able to fully rest in the comfort of his home with you is the perfect bond based for him. No stance he has to maintain, no peering eyes... on top of that, he could be openly affectionate towards you. PDA is not really his thing.

Home spa treatment would be an amazing idea for an indoor date! Just you sitting together in a sand bath, cucumbers on your eyes, a face mask for him that specifically caters to his dry skin, a different variation of face mask to cater to your needs on the other hand as well. Him rocking a pale pink, fluffy rabbit hairband, and you rocking it in your favorite color as well. Scented candles, dim-litted rooms. Gaara would offer to exfoliate your skin for you, but he would be so gentle upon doing so that you'll have to ask him to do it a little harder. You'd offer to massage his stiff, shoulder blades as well, and he'd sigh in content how you expertly thread through the pent up knots in his muscles.

But well... what is that "more" you're hoping it'll lead to, anon? I think I might have an idea of what you have in mind... but I wouldn't want to impose anything, so.. 😌😌

#sol's haven for your wholesome sins #hcs from askbox

[lovenikkiclothes]

Based around the dress ‘Hearty Poem’.

#love nikki #elegant champagne #hearty poem #pure desire #pistil dewdrop #rosy heart #pink knot hairband #bone within #transient flower

[blu-joons]

Getting Your Daughter Ready For Kindergarten ~ Park Jimin

Your toddler skipped down the stairs with her school bag held tightly in her hands, grinning past you in the bathroom, checking her reflection in the mirror just like you did. Jimin’s cheeky nature was clear in her, a wide green across her face.

“Look at that gorgeous face,” you chimed, ruffling the top of her head. “Do you think mummy could plait your hair for you sweetie?”

“Daddy do it,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

You nodded, taking her, a hairbrush and hairband downstairs, where you found Jimin sat in the living room, indulging in a bowl of his favourite chocolate cereal. “Good morning my favourite girls.”

“Peace is shattered,” you teased, slipping your hand out of hers, taking a sip from the mug of tea he’d made you that sat on the coffee table. “Guess who is on hair duty this morning?”

His eyes rolled, smiling when he looked down and met the eyes of his pouting daughter. The cereal was discarded, lifting her up to sit in his lap. “Sit still in that case sweetie.”

She nodded, forcing a smile as Jimin teased the knots out of her hair before plaiting perfectly along the back of her head, tying it with the pink elastic she’d picked out herself.

“Are you excited for nursery today?” He asked, peppering several kisses to the side of her face. “Seeing as its so sunny maybe we could walk to nursery this morning?”

“Yeah,” she clapped, slipping out of Jimin’s lap.

She sat to the table, watching as you sorted her breakfast out for her. “Are you going to have the time to take her if you’re needed at the studio this morning?” He nodded, as you placed a glass of juice and some jam on toast in front of her, turning the music channel over to the kid’s channel to entertain her for a while. You took the remains of your tea, sitting down next to Jimin on the sofa.

“I think the boys are popping round this morning to head down together.”

Your daughter had always been close to the boys, they loved having a baby around, and even more so now she was a toddler. She was mischievous, yet charming, just like her father, with the boys, she could get away with anything. Any time they were around would get her excited, any time spent with her uncles was the best time in her eyes.

“Please don’t let them get her hyper before kindergarten, the staff will think she’s crazy. Just a pleasant walk, enjoy the weather and keep her calm, you know what she gets like when the boys are around.”

He nodded, glancing across as she finished her breakfast, slurping the remains of her juice up bringing a smile to both of your faces.  

“Is it time to go yet?” She bounced, hitting her hands lightly on her legs, scurrying away from the table, laying over the two of you on the sofa. Jimin shook his head, raising his arm in the air, tickling over her stomach. Infectious laughter quickly erupted, bringing a smile to your face until she kicked his hand away.

“Good job on the whole keeping her calm before school thing,” you teased, nudging his hip lightly.

“It was never going to work,” he replied, shrugging.

The two of you were disturbed by a knock at the door, watching as Jimin stood up to answer it. “Guess who.”

Before you had chance to respond, the bellowing voices of six boys could be hear in the house. Having barely passed eight in the morning, the last thing you needed was their rowdy selves in your living room.

But as usual, they quickly made themselves comfortable, with your daughter added for good measure giving them all tight hugs, giggling away to themselves. Jimin followed behind them, innocently pouting over at you as chaos well and truly erupted around your house.

And then they remembered you, each walking over to wish you a good morning with a light hug to go with it. “Sorry to disturb you’re quiet morning.”

You brushed it aside, pretending as if it were nothing. “You know with this one around, this house is anything but peaceful.”

“Yeah, but she’s cute, so she gets away with it.”

Whilst you tidied around the house, Jimin grabbed your daughter’s coat and shoes, tying up her laced before doing her zip up, passing her the bag she’d chucked down earlier on the sofa in anticipation of her hair being done by her father.

“Uncle Kook, what do you think of my hair today?” She asked, giving him a twirl.

“You look beautiful angel, like a real-life Cinderella,” he replied.

His response brought a smile to your face, as the door opened, she turned to you, running over to give you a tight hug and a peck on the cheek before she headed out on another big adventure.

“Have a good day darling, I can’t wait to hear all about it tonight,” you smiled, straightening the collar of her dress before handing her hand over to Hoseok’s outstretched one.

Whilst the boys filed out, Jimin walked over, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ll pick her up this afternoon and bring her home in one piece, I promise.”

“Just look after her, and the boys, please.”

He nodded, waving back at you before heading out the front door, shutting it lightly. You sighed heavily, the silence around the house was bliss, peering out of the living room window to see her hand entwined with Hoseok’s and Jin’s, skipping down the pavement.

The walk to the nursery wasn’t too long, luckily for Jimin, who hung back with Yoongi and Namjoon, enjoying the conversations of grown adults for a while. He loved his daughter more than anything else in the world, but there was only so much took about dolls he could take.

Her bright eyes continued to glance back as she skipped, making sure her father’s attention was well placed on her, admiring the things she was doing with her uncles closely.

“Daddy, do you think I could just go to work with all of you today?”

His head shook, as hard as it was to say no to his little girl. “You’ve got to go and see all of your friends, they’ll be excited to see you, won’t they?”

“Yeah, but none of them are as funny as you and my uncles, they make me smile with tickles.”

He giggled lightly, a few moments later arriving at the nursery. She hugged the boys before hugging Jimin who walked her into the building, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head before leaving her, heading back outside to reunite with the boys.

“I really don’t know what I did to get so lucky,” he announced, “I’ve got such an amazing partner at home who just goes above and beyond for me, and then that little treasure never fails to put a smile on my face, she’s a cheeky monkey, but I’d be lost without her in my life.”

“I hate to say it, but I’m jealous,” Namjoon grinned, “they are both incredible women, I think we all wish we had a family like yours, instead of being single and lonely.”

Jimin chuckled, patting his hyung on the back. “You know all of you are always welcome around ours. The family adore you, and I think we are both grateful when you take her off our hands for a bit and give us some time to ourselves.”

“You’ve got a great kid, it’s a pleasure looking after her. You only have to look at her smile to smile too, she just perfect Chim, you should be really proud of yourself,” Taehyung added.

“I am, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

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