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raibebe · 3 years

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Simple Lessons

Genre: fluff Words: 3.200 Prompt: 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader

Warnings: smoking, mentions of food

A/N: Literally no one asked for this but this just poured out of me the other day... EVERLONG JENO IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER OKAY??

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“Do you want to go out to grab lunch? You don’t have classes until later as well, right?” Your best friend asked as she dragged you out of the lecture hall. “Sure,” you smiled, basking in the rays of the sun for a while after being stuck inside an auditorium with barely any daylight for two hours straight. “There is this cute new diner a little off-campus and a little birdie told me there is this super hot guy working there,” she wiggled her eyebrows to which you could just groan loudly, making her giggle in return. Mimi had talked you up during orientation days and you two hadn’t seperated since. Sharing majors surely helped with that and soon you had found a small group of girls to call your friends. While she was very much the flirty, extrovert in your group, a crush on a different boy each day of the week, you couldn’t not be fond of her shenanigans when it made all of you laugh out loud whenever she told stories of yet another drastically failed date. “Not everyone can still be with their Highschool boyfriend like you,” she accused, slapping your arm before tugging you in the direction of the diner. “Are we really going to this diner just because someone told you that one of the waiters is hot?” “Listen. This was a very trustworthy source,” Mimi pouted, “I’ll pay for your meal, just come with me please.” “How can I say no to free food?” You laughed loudly, letting her pull you along while complaining about all the assignments your professors had given out.

You had to admit that the diner was really cute. It had this old-school look inside with the red, big sofas and a variety of license plates decorated the walls and the female servers even wore cute puffy skirts. “This is so pretty,” you said once Mimi had chosen a booth, the leather of the sofa squeaking while you sat down. “Yeah, yeah,” she waved it off, looking around the place, “Now where is this hot waiter?” “You’re hopeless,” you giggled, picking up the menu that was already laid out on the table to look at their food options instead of helping your friend. “Shut up,” she grumbled, copying your action, “You also still haven’t introduced us to your boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “He’s...” Well, what were you supposed to say now? If it were to go how you had wanted, your friends would have already met Jeno at the first party you were invited to but he had declined the offer, only sweetly kissing your head and promising to pick you up at 2 am from the adress you had given him. Which he had done but by that time everyone was so wasted that they couldn’t remember a thing. Which had become a reoccurring theme, no matter how much you’d bribe them to not drink to finally catch a glympse at him. “If you all would stop drinking yourself into a coma every time we go out, you’d have met him already.” “I am beginning to think you’ve made him up,” Mimi grinned, “He seems way too perfect. Letting you go out and party on your own and picking your drunk ass up after but then he never shows up to your classes to walk you to the next one.” Well just maybe you hadn’t gotten around to telling your friends that Jeno in fact wasn’t even studying but working different part-time jobs to help finance your apartment until he had figured out what he wanted to do in the first place. They had just assumed he was studying something way different than you hence why you wouldn’t meet up during your breaks. “Well he is real,” you sighed, “He’s just... Different?” “Oooooh, I get it,” your friend grinned, “He’s older than you. Oh my god. Do you have a sugar daddy?” At that you let out an embarrassed screech which made her double over with laughter. “Why would you say that?” You whined, “He’s the same age as us, for real.”

“Hi ladies, I see you’re already having a great time. I’ll be your waiter for today, have you already decided what to get?” A deep velvety voice interrupted. You didn’t need to look up to know who the waiter was or what he looked like because his voice was almost as familar to your ears as your own was and you knew his body inside and out. Smiling brightly, your eyes met Jeno’s who was also smiling, throwing you a little wink. You had known that he had been working in a diner for a little while now but not this specific one so it was a nice surprise to see him here clad in a neat button-down and pants that for once weren’t ripped to shreds. Meanwhile, Mimi was stunned in silence, her mouth parted in what must be awe. “Hi,” you kept smiling at Jeno, “Anything you can recommend?” “Our burgers are pretty good,” he shrugged, “But what’s really good are our milkshakes.” “Then we’ll take that, right?” You asked your friend, kicking her shin beneath the table to get her to snap out of it. “Y-yeah sure,” she stuttered, still blatantly gawking at Jeno. “Great, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” Jeno smiled before walking off again.

“Girl he’s so hot oh my god,” Mimi exclaimed as soon as he was out of earshot, dramatically flopping down onto the table. “He’s really good-looking,” you admitted, a big grin on your face. “Better than your boyfriend?” “I wouldn’t say that,” you laughed, awkwardly shuffling in your seat. Was this the right time to tell her that the waiter apparently a lot of girls were thirsting after was in fact your boyfriend and probably not at all like they thought him out to be? “God, I bet he looks so good out of his uniform as well,” she groaned, “Just the thought of him in light washed denim.” At that, you had to mask a burst of laughter with an awkward cough. You had tried times and times again to convince Jeno to swap out one of his dark jeans for light-washed ones but he wasn’t budging, only in turn challenging you to wear one of his many black baggy T-shirts instead of your brightly colored spaghetti tops. “Sure,” you giggled instead, kicking your friend’s shin again to alert her when Jeno came back with your drinks. “There you go, food will be out in a bit,” he smiled politely. Not the kind of smile that turned his eyes into beautiful crescents but a more reserved one.

“Hey, uhm,” Mimi suddenly spoke up when Jeno turned around to walk away again, making him halt in his steps. “Have you been working here for long?” Oh god. You had to physically keep yourself from cringing at her awkward try to rope him into a conversation. “Just a handful of weeks, so not that long,” Jeno shrugged, “Looking for a job as well?” “Oh no, we both work part-time at a clothing store downtown,” she waved it off, “I was just wondering because I had never seen you around before.” “Well yeah, makes sense I haven’t been here for long.” “So you recently moved here? I’m sure I would have remembered a handsome face like yours,” Mimi now blatantly flirted, twirling a dyed strand of hair around her finger and just slightly leaning forward on the table to give Jeno a better view of her cleavage in her white cropped top. “Yeah, I’m not from around here,” he shared, his eyes firmly staying on her face but the redness of his ears and how his fingers were fiddling with his little notepad betrayed his cool facade. Was this the time where you should end this to save Mimi and Jeno from further embarrassment? Or should you enjoy this for a little longer? “Are you also a student?” She asked next, “We both go to university here.” “Oh god no,” Jeno exclaimed and this time you couldn’t hold in the little giggle that slipped past your lips, noticing that your boyfriend’s lips twitched into a little grin as well. The more Jeno saw you struggle between classes, essays and study sessions, the more sure he had become about his whole decision to not do the whole university thing. Just when your friend wanted to ask the next question, a loud voice interrupted: “Jeno, I am not paying you for flirting with customers! Get back to work!” Rolling his eyes at his boss, Jeno shot the two of you an apologetic look before quickly walking to the register where his boss was waiting.

“God, even his name sounds good,” Mimi groaned, returning to her former position, sprawled out over the table. “You sound like you’re in love with him,” you giggled, “You don’t even know him.” “Listen. This is love at first sight. Do you not watch romance movies?” You did in fact. Even though Jeno would complain throughout the whole first 30 minutes of the movie until he’d either accept his fate in favor of cuddling and letting you pet his hair or actually get invested in the movie as well, cursing the characters for being so stupid and not talking out their problems. “I do, dummy,” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip from your milkshake that didn’t disappoint after Jeno had praised it so much, “But don’t you need to get to know a person before you can love them?”

“You’re the one with a boyfriend,” she mumbled, collecting herself from the table to take a sip of her drink as well, “Tell me about him.” “My boyfriend?” “Yeah, you never speak much about him and don’t let us meet him either. Convince me he’s not made up.” “Well we know each other since childhood,” you shared, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and neck, knowing how cliche your story sounded, “He lived in the house next to ours so we played a lot as children but then my family had to move away when I was in like elementary school or something because of my dad’s work but eventually we moved back for my last year of highschool.” “Oh wow, that must have sucked to leave all your friends behind twice.” Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. “It wasn’t easy to just leave everything behind, but I managed. We moved back into our old house and he was also still living in the house next to us with his family. His mom made him take me to school every day and we shared a lot of classes and then it just went from there,” you smiled, blatantly leaving out the part where you had to basically force Jeno to speak and open up to you at nights on his rooftop beneath the moon and the stars. That was a private matter you didn’t want to share without his consent.

“That is so wholesome,” Mimi cheered, “What’s he like?” “Different?” You tried to explain, swirling your straw in your milkshake, “Like different than you’d expect him to be. When you see us together, you’d probably say we don’t match.” “Ooooh,” she nodded, her eyes wide, “So you’re like opposites?” “You could say that,” you smiled, “But when you get to know us, we’re not that different.” Before she could ask more questions, Jeno interrupted you again, hands full of your plates. “And that’s your food girls. Please enjoy,” he smiled, placing the plates down, “If you need anything else, I’ll be around.” “Actually,” Mimi began and you had to hold yourself back from interrupting her, “I was wondering when your shift is ending.” “My shift?” Jeno repeated, his eyes shortly drifting over to you. “Yeah,” she smiled, waiting for his answer. “I’m off in a bit,” he said slowly after checking the time on the neon clock hanging over the counter. “So you’re free after we’re done with our food?” She pressed on. “Probably?” “Would you like to hang out after? We still have some time until our next classes start. “Hang out. With you two,” he repeated, still dumbstruck by her boldness. “I mean you don’t have to if you really don’t want or have something to do,” she shrugged but you knew that look in her eyes. She was determined to have him hang out with you. “I was just going to go get groceries and go home,” Jeno shared, “Listen, I gotta go back to work or my boss will literally fire me because he already hates me.” With an apologetic smile, he quickly walked down to another table where a couple was seemingly done with their meal.

“You’re so shameless,” you accused your friend, finally digging into your meal. “Listen. I see a hot boy and need to talk to him, it’s as easy as that,” Mimi giggled, taking a bite from her burger. “Now tell me more about that boyfriend of yours.”

Once you were finished with your meal, Jeno already wasn’t there anymore to take your bill, instead, a cute girl with a big puffy skirt handed your friend the bill. “But half the stuff is missing,” Mimi asked, “I’m paying for both of us.” “Oh, my colleague took care of one of the meals,” the waiter smiled, “He must like one of you.” “I told you my flirting was worth it,” your friend smiled, handing over the money. You really didn’t have it in you to tell her that Jeno most likely covered for your half of the meal when she seemed so genuinely happy about it, so you swallowed the words back down even if it was going to come out sooner or later when you’d finally get Jeno to meet your friends.

Apparently, the universe wanted it to be sooner because as soon as you stepped back out of the diner and into the sun, a boy clad in all black caught your attention. He was leaning against the little railing around the diner, a cigarette between his lean fingers. “Hey,” you nudged your friend, nodding towards Jeno. “Huh?” “It’s the waiter,” you explained, looking over at him. By now it looked like he was trying his hardest to hold back his grin while taking another drag. Shocking people with his looks still was one of his favorite things to do if they only knew him from one of his jobs where he had to wear a uniform. “No way,” Mimi whispered, “He looks like a completely different guy.” “You’re not in love anymore now?” “He’s just so…” “Different?” You helped her out, rolling your eyes. Why could no one see past the dark clothes, chains and the cigarette and made the effort to actually get to know Jeno? “I don’t think he’s my type.” “You’re ridiculous,” you snorted, leaving her behind to walk over to Jeno.

“Hey bubblegum,” he smiled, curling an arm around your waist like it was second nature already, “Fancy seeing you here.” “You didn’t tell me that was the diner you applied to,” you pouted, scrunching your nose at the smell of smoke. “I didn’t know it was close to your campus,” he shrugged it off and stubbed out the remainder of his cigarette after taking a last drag, making an effort to blow the smoke away from you, “Your friend tried really hard to flirt with me.” “She’s an idiot,” you rolled your eyes, looping your arms around his torso to hug him close, “I missed you.” “I made you breakfast literally this morning,” he laughed but pulled you closer to him anyways. “If you work this close you could have come to visit.” “Bubblegum…” Jeno sighed, tucking a wild strand of hair back into place. “My friends think I’ve made up my boyfriend,” you pouted. “You want to show your friend back there how real I am? I think her eyes are already very close to falling out of her head.” “What’s going on in that head of yours Jeno Lee?” “Let me show you,” he grinned, cupping your face with one of his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a languid kiss, the taste of smoke on his breath familiar by now. “You really need to quit,” you grumbled against his lips. “I know,” he sighed but kissed you again anyways, “Wasn’t expecting to see you this soon.” “So you smoke in secret?” “Stop arguing when I’m trying to kiss you,” he grumbled, playfully biting your bottom lip. “Stop kissing me when I’m trying to safe your lungs,” you pouted, slapping his chest for emphasis but didn’t protest and insted kissed you again, languid and deep.

“Are you two done making out now?” Mimi suddenly interrupted you, making your face heat up as you took a step back from Jeno who was having nothing of that and pulled you back against his side by your waist. “Yeah, all done,” he grinned, holding one of his hands out for your friend to shake, “I’m Jeno.” “I figured from your boss screaming at you,” she mumbled but shook his hand anyways, giving him her name as well, “You made me look like a fool. Like you could have told me you were the infamous boyfriend refusing to meet us.” “It’s not like I was refusing.” “You totally were,” you butted in, pinching his side. “Listen it doesn’t sound as appealing to spend my evenings with a group of all girls as you think it does,” he defended himself, “And now you have a witness that I am in fact real.” “You’re not getting out of his now, Jeno Lee,” you grinned, lacing your fingers together. “And if I told you I had this really important thing to do?” He tried, throwing you his best puppy eyes. “We can go grocery shopping after my last class,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re walking back to campus with us now.” “Yes, ma’am,” he rolled his eyes, “Let me carry your bag.” “Oh god, you’ll make me feel so single,” Mimi groaned when you handed Jeno your backpack to carry. “You wanted this, I can leave any time,” your boyfriend shrugged, “Do you have like stones in your bag or something?” “It’s called books, you should try it,” you said, playfully sticking out your tongue. “Why am I even dating you?” Jeno just rolled his eyes. “Because you love me,” you smiled brightly. “Yeah, I kinda do,” he confessed, squeezing your hand.

“No need to make me feel even more single,” Mimi groaned again, “Do you have any hot friends to introduce me to, Jeno?” “I don’t think they’re your style,” he shrugged it off, motioning at his attire of ripped black jeans and dark shirt. “So you do have some hot friends that are also single?” “You almost fainted when you saw me, I don’t think you could handle them.” “Don’t judge a book by its cover, babe,” you smiled, leaning into his body. “Sure, bubblegum,” he gently smiled back.

Because if you had judged him by his cover, you’d never be as happy as you were right now.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years

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relationship dynamics

because i felt like it

Birdflash: Their relationship dynamic is like the cutest thing ever. “I’ve noticed that we’ve slowly begun to phase the ‘B’ out of our bromance.” Have done the spiderman kiss and will continue to do the spiderman kiss. SO. MANY. PUNS. They’re CONSTANTLY in a pun war. In a drive thru: “Hey can you tell the guy in the car behind me that he’s cute and I’ll pay for his drink?” “Um….okay sir.” “Your total is $10.59. Also the guy in front of you said, um, he said to tell you that he thinks you’re cute and he’ll pay for your drink.” “*rolls eyes with a fond smile* that’s my husband, he thinks he’s romantic,” but the best part is that it works for either one of them. Birdflash Culture is the word “babe.” If you don’t think they had a bubble machine at their wedding then you’re lying to yourself. Eating junk food whenever and wherever they want,. “Oh my god just get in the fucking blanket fort already.” Where you go, I go. SO MUCH FOOD OH MY GOD ALL THE FOOD SO MUCH FRIGGIN FOOD. Police/crime lab aesthetic bc I have a headcanon that they’ both work with the police department (Dick’s a detective, Wally’s the lead CSI). Photo booth strips. Them being impressed by each other all the time. F R E C K L E S. Stopping halfway through the middle of sex because they just realized something about Star Trek season 3 episode 8 and they really need to pull it up on the tv to make sure they’re right. Re-enacting fight scenes from martial arts movies in the living room of a tiny apartment. Have i mentioned the babe thing because they toss around the word babe all the friggin time, not baby that’s gross, just plain babe along with bro and dude those three are interchangeable. “I called shotgun infinity when I was twelve.” The glass is always half full. Them playing video games at home eating pizza counts as a “date” but also they’ve been doing the same thing for years.

Jayroy: “don’t worry I know what I’m doing” “not even god knows what you’re doing.” Sharing cigarettes. Desperate messy kisses. Constant fast paced insult war that you can’t keep up with if you’re not quick witted enough. “My family had to put up with me but you? You’re the idiot who chose me as a best friend.” pet names galore but like edgy ones not gross sweet ones (my personal favorite is jaybird bc it’s awesome and also canon), very very kinky sex, will murder rapists and drug lords in the most painful way possible without giving a solitary fuck but will go to a nursing home the next morning and be as respectful as possible to the elderly. Tattooossss. Baseball hats. Say “fuck you” as “I love you.” Hair ties everywhere. m u s c l e s.

Timkon: Classic love story. Like, switch one of their genders and you’ve got a old school romance movie in the making. Photo shoots with a pride flag and merch. Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks. Tim wearing Kon’s clothes to the point where practically his entire wardrobe except for his fancy clothes and red robin suit consists solely of Kon’s stuff. The Neighborhood vibes. Holding hands on a date at the carnival. Pride bracelets and pins. 90s vibes. Kind of the type of Destiel feeling where you can’t really have Destiel without also having Sam being the overenthusiastic shipper/supportive brother? That but with the rest of the Core Four. Polaroid pictures. Gay and Tired. Flannel + Leather + Denim. they go on dates with other people (before they realize they’re in love) and spend the entire time talking about their other half. Skateboards. A high school romance.

Damijon (aged up obviously): constant constant constant bickering and arguing, like we’re surpassing married couple status here. “I’m older” “I’m taller” starts out as a biting insult, falls into teasing joke, then becomes something they say with a mischievous fondness and an inside-joke smile. Country + Pop Taylor swift songs. Wandering together through the city. "Be kind to animals or I’ll kill you.” Sitting on the roof together. Kryptonite blades that Jon trusts no one except Damian to wield. “I hate you” “happy to hear it” turning into another inside joke. Sleepovers. Never growing up. “I trust you with my life unconditionally but I do not trust you to get my order right remember the time you betrayed me and everything I ever stood for?” “Oh my god dami I forgot the sauce onCE.” Don’t lie to yourself, habibi is totally a thing. Damian wearing Jon’s varsity football jacket over dark colored/black turtleneck shirts. Damian sketching Jon either late at night in the light of the moon or early in the morning by the light of the sun. Classic dark vs Light. Running down the street tugging the other behind you while holding hands. Red converse + Combat boots. TEAMWORK. “Clark, your son is annoying, loud, clumsy, entirely too tall, hopelessly optimistic, and way too naive. I trust him with every cell in my body.”

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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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okay so re: smutless long fics, I’ve tried to compile a list of fics as close to 50k words as possible since that’s the wordcount the anon cited and tbh my friends there really are not that many that I personally have read but I did my best. All fics under the cut are over 30k and have either been verified good by me or my trusted friends

delete this transmission by @anxietycalling: 67k mashton sci-fi. I reread this one recently and it’s just as amazing the second time around I very highly recommend it

“Yeah,” he says, catching sight of his reflection in the dimly reflective surface and running fingers through his hair to fluff it up. And instead of getting on the mag-train home like he wants to, he catches the northbound train to the greenlawn with Calum. “You know, I think I might not go through with it,” he tells his best friend, meaning his activation. They sit together across from the back doors of the car and watch the adverts for an upcoming showing of ‘Titanic’ at the interactive theater. While Calum sits beside him silently he gnaws on a thumbnail and wonders whether it’s too late to get his money back.

“You can’t go back on it now,” Calum tells him.

And it’s true: His payment has already been processed, the credits removed from his profile. The invoice showed up in his e-net overnight and he’d added it to his encrypted folder. “It’s just - weird,” he says, weighing each of the words on his tongue before he speaks. “To be in charge of another person like that. I don’t want that responsibility.”

I’m a Falling Star by @pixiegrl: 55k lashton fantasy, very cute and sweet

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless really. “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

Or: Ashton’s a shop boy setting out on a adventure to find a star to help grant a wish. Luke’s a star crashed to Earth looking for some help to get back home. They’re both in for more adventure than they bargained for.

I Wanna Sleep Next to You... by milecgv: 54k malum college au. I read it over a year ago but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it then

"Cuddle buddies, how can I help you?"

Pausing, Calum thought, he could just hang up. Get over the moment of weakness and face the rest of the night alone. He could do it. But the idea of spending one more second alone, brought a fresh pang of hurt to his heart and really, he couldn't bear it. Before his thought process could spiral out of control, the calm voice repeated itself.

"Um, yeah. I-, I need someone to-" He cut himself off because really, how was he going to phrase this?

Chuckling softly, the man on the other line interjected. "Sir, do you need someone to cuddle you?"

Shit, it was now or never. "Yeah. I-uh, I do." His voice came out so small, and he really hoped the man on the other side wouldn't pick up on how desperate he was.

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Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he'd never call.

those are the only three completed fics over 50k that I personally can vouch for, but here are a few more longer ones I’ve read and I’ll link some over 50k that have gotten good reviews from my friends after those.

Destination: Perth by onlythevoid: 34k lashton

The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.

The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.

“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.

The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”

Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.

Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”

The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”

hello, hello by @clumsyclifford: 30k lashton

For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

Now for the fics that I haven’t read but can confidently say are good through a rigorous peer review system (aka I have friends who read them/I have read and enjoyed other works by these people)

home is wherever you are tonight by @lifewasradical: 72k lashton. this one is on my tbr, I have only heard good things, and I’ve read other things by Amanda and trust her as a writer

Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny costal island that needs some work. He didn't plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

world war series by prettyluke: 58k lashton historical au. Megs really likes this one and I trust her judgement

Even after months of seeing bodies ripped apart by bullets and bombs, Ashton still isn't prepared to be ripped apart by the fragile German soldier who has seen far more than any child should.

and

Luke shows up in Britain after 25 years right in time for World War Two to start, and Ashton has been waiting for someone to yank him from his melancholy since Christmas of 1914.

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) by @squishmichael: 33k muke I have heard good things about this one, have read other works by Taylor and trust them as a writer, and also I did skim this one when it first came out and it’s good I just need to sit down and fully read while paying attention

“Hi, Mike,” Luke says softly.

Michael might have cried from hearing his voice so clearly, not through a phone line, but instead his smile just gets bigger and bigger until his cheeks hurt.

“Hey, Luke,” he replies before throwing himself at Luke, arms looping around his neck and holding tight.

“Easy there, tiger,” Luke says with a chuckle, but he hugs Michael back.

It feels so different, all the shapes and sizes wrong, yet Michael has never felt so at home, melting right into the hug. Luke still fits so perfectly against him despite everything. Because it’s them, and they’re meant to be, and Michael never wants to let go.

In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

Under the High Low Lights I See You There by @pixiegrl: 33k lashton 90s bar au. I have heard a lot of good things and I have read and enjoyed Emily’s writing

Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.

Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.

He Did Ballet by @kaleidoscopeminds: 34k cake. people love this one and meg is a great writer

Like the way he danced, everything in Luke's life was perfectly placed, an allegro exercise all on beat, an enchainment with no mistakes. The last thing he needed was a distraction, something to pull his attention away and make him stumble, like losing your spot during a series of fouettés. He glances back towards the bar and sees Calum still looking in his direction. Luke catches his eye again by mistake for just a second too long and Calum smiles slowly and winks at him. Luke shivers slightly and already feels slightly unbalanced. Calum is definitely not a good idea.

Luke's life is perfectly on track. He is about to get everything he's ever wanted, to become a Principal dancer for the Royal Ballet. He's focused, determined and nothing will get in his way. Then he meets Calum, a smooth-tongued barman with dangerous eyes, and suddenly not everything's so simple.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles by @burstingsunrise: 40k cake. have heard good things and Molly is a good writer

Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

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Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

#fic rec #there really are not that many (good quality) smutless works over 50k #like less than I thought lol #and i think that the over 50k is key here #because i've seen other fic recs with like. 20k fics on them but that's not a TRUE longfic yknow #like none of my fics should be considered a longfic I don't think. unmute will eventually but that's not finished #anyway feel free to add any smutless fics over 50k that y'all know of that i missed!

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cosmic-hearts · 4 years

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castles in the air | lee donghyuck | two

lee donghyuck x female reader

genre; enemies-to-lovers, friendship, romance, fluff, angst

warnings; mentions of alcohol and drinking in this chapter!

foreword; in which you might be a real-life princess with a prince promised to you right from the start, but you won’t be getting your happy ever after.

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You stand before your wardrobe, faced with yet another clothing dilemma. You love fashion and dressing up, you really do, but sometimes it can be a real pain in the ass.

If this were another soirée or evening function, you’d know exactly what to wear—that gorgeous Isabella Militao dress you’d been saving for a spectacular debut. That would be sure to make jaws drop; it was a gift fashioned by the loving hand of Aphrodite herself.

But you’re going to a high school party, and you don’t think girls turned up in the latest garb fresh off the runways of New York Fashion Week.

You think back to when Donghyuck asked you to go to the party with him (“because we actually need to seem like we’re dating”), and you asked him what to wear. He’d scoffed and you nearly socked him in the face.

“How would I know? Your parents literally own Seoul’s biggest fashion brand. And you’ll look good in whatever.”

If that had been a genuine compliment, you would have been flattered. But it was the tone in which he’d said it, that matter-of-fact, detached voice devoid of any tinge of personal belief or emotion that made it clear he was merely stating a truism, an indisputable fact. He might as well have said that the sky was blue.

You eventually decide on a red sleeveless silk floral dress that stops slightly above mid-thigh. It’s not exactly the most modest article of clothing you own, but it’ll have to do.

When you get in Donghyuck’s car, he doesn’t even glance over to see what you’re wearing, a stark reminder that this clearly isn’t a real date. You on the other hand, can’t help but sneak peeks at his outfit (it’s just the fashionista in you, you swear): a denim jacket thrown over a casual white button-up shirt and dark jeans. A simple look, but surprisingly he makes it work.

You quickly look away before he catches you staring.

He drives in complete silence and before long you reach your destination. Upon entering the house, Donghyuck immediately leaves your side to reunite with five other boys; you have to stand alone for a hot minute and bear witness to the fist bumps, back slaps and bro hugs going all around.

“Who’s this?” One of the boys asks, his blue hair gleaming underneath the faux strobe lights.

You open your mouth to reply, but Donghyuck beats you to it. “My girlfriend. Everyone, this is Y/N.” He sounds like he’s gritting his teeth while introducing you as his girlfriend, which makes you want to laugh; after all, he’s brought this upon himself.

“Hi,” you say, smiling at the boys, “it’s nice to meet you guys.”

“Hi, I’m Jaemin,” the blue-haired boy steps forward and says, flashing you a wide grin that sparks a curious flutter in your chest.

“Did you break up with Sohui?” A brooding, dark-haired boy asks Donghyuck. It’s clear to see that he has none of that chipper energy Jaemin possesses.

Donghyuck’s gaze becomes shifty and he clears his throat awkwardly before replying, “Yeah.”

What a lie.

Before you can think too much about it, Jaemin whisks you all away for a game of spin the bottle. The consequence? 7 minutes in heaven.

You’d heard of the game before but you didn’t think people actually played it at parties; it all seemed so terribly cliche. Looks like you were dead wrong, because once the bottle lands Jaemin and then you everyone’s in an uproar and you’re panicking because you really don’t want to lose your first kiss to a stranger, however hot he may be. Heck, you’d rather do it with Donghyuck; at least he’s a familiar enemy.

Jaemin smirks at you and grabs your wrist, gesturing towards a nearby closet (god, the sheer disgrace you feel, what would your parents say?) and your heart starts thumping in your ribcage, the butterflies from earlier entirely gone. You contemplate breaking out into a sprint for the bathroom or just running out to the garage and driving Donghyuck’s car away into the night. You look over at Donghyuck, hoping that he can read your mind and get you out of this situation (you know he hates you but surely he doesn’t hate you that much), but he’s staring at you with a glazed expression on his face and you can’t believe he’s about to offer you up like a lamb to the slaughter, that asshole—

“I’ll do it instead,” Donghyuck suddenly stands and grabs your free hand, tugging you away from Jaemin. Without waiting for his response he drags you behind him to the closet, pulls you in and shuts the door with a loud slam.

You release the breath you’d unconsciously been holding and start to sink down onto the cushions littered about in the dark, dank and cramped space, but then you stop short Donghyuck places a hand on your arm. He shrugs off his jacket and shoves it into your hands, whispering, “Your dress.”

When you two are finally seated, his jacket draped over your lap, you ask in a slight whisper, “What do we do now?”

At this, Donghyuck breaks out into a sardonic smile, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, “We’re not going to do anything. Don’t forget that I have a girlfriend, and if I kiss you, you might just fall in love with me. Can’t risk that now, can we?”

You try to ignore the way his breath tickles your ear and the fact that it’s not an entirely uncomfortable sensation. You hate the way Donghyuck plays with you like this, as though he’s constantly reminding you that he will never be yours, arranged marriage or not.

You press yourself into your corner of the closet to get as far away as possible from him, before taking out your phone and instinctively scrolling through Twitter, your lifeline—it’s almost like a coping mechanism, the way you try to get lost in your timeline filled with pictures of the Albertine bookstore and 90’s Chanel gowns to try and forget the fact that you’re currently stuck in a musty closet with your childhood enemy. Donghyuck does the same; he pulls out his phone and starts typing rapidly. You figure he’s texting Sohui to complain.

Before long the 7 minutes are up and the boys are pounding on the closet door. You sigh; they sound like ravenous zombies lying in wait to chew you out when you emerge. You’re about to push the door open when Donghyuck puts a hand on your arm; you turn to face him with the most annoyed expression can muster. What now?

Without warning, he reaches behind you and pulls out the scrunchie that’s holding your hair in a high ponytail. You nearly yelp at him in surprise as your hair spills past your shoulders, utterly dishevelled (also, that’s a limited edition Chanel scrunchie right there) but he must have seen it coming because he places his hand over your mouth, quick as a flash. Leaning in close, he whispers in your ear, “We have to look like we just made out, idiot.”

You flash him an angry glare which soon turns into a look of sheer embarrassment as he unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, a sliver of light through the crack in the closet falling on his now exposed collarbone. You look away hastily, thankful that the darkness obscures the blush creeping up your cheekbones.

He’s about to push open the door when he suddenly hisses, “Shit, I almost forgot the most important thing. I need to get some of your lip gloss off.”

Against your better judgement, you acquiesce. Anything to get out of this literal hellhole.

Closing your eyes, you feel a warm palm on the back of your head and you brace yourself. You feel his thumb running across your bottom lip in one swift but gentle motion, and when you open your eyes he’s swiping it across his own.

The blush in your cheeks intensifies and you look away quickly.

Finally, Donghyuck pushes open the door and a flood of electric purple light streams in. The boys whoop and cheer, and Jaemin invites you to sit next to him. You happily do so, desiring to be in the proximity of anyone other than Donghyuck—you might just combust with embarrassment if you sat next to him after that horrendous episode.

“Are you good at drinking, Y/N?” Jaemin asks, his smile as striking as his cobalt blue hair. He really is a heartthrob.

“Somewhat,” you say, being deliberately evasive; you aren’t about to let him know that your tolerance was limited to dainty sips of Sauvignon Blanc or Chardonnay typically served at the high-end functions you went to.

“Great! Let’s play a drinking game then,” he says, winking, and the butterflies in your stomach make it hard for you to resist.

Over the course of the next hour, you find yourself in an endless cycle of drinking games—you weren’t bad at those games, and it wasn’t very often that you had to drink, but when you did, the single shot of soju burned your throat on the way down and seemed to erode your consciousness along the way. You can feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter, and the laughing faces of the boys seem to pass by in a hazy blur.

“Y/N,” a low voice chimes in your ear; it’s a stern, familiar voice. You frown instinctively; you have a pretty good idea of who it is, even if you can’t see him. “Stop it. You don’t have to keep drinking if you can’t handle it.”

You wave him off; there’s no way you’re drunk. “Who… Who said I can’t handle it? I’m no… lightweight.”

“Yeah… She seems to be managing fine, right Y/N?” Another voice, this one slurred and a little too mirthful to be sober. A flash of blue hair. It’s the cute boy, you think to yourself and smile.

“Enough,” the stern voice cuts in again, right when you are about to reach up and touch the boy’s hair, to see if it feels like cotton candy as much as it looks.

You feel an arm snaking round your waist, forcing you to stand up. Your head rests on something firm and solid; it’s almost comfortable, but you want to keep drinking. You have to prove that you can hold your liquor; you are Y/N, for goodness’ sake, and you can do anything you set your mind to.

But before you can open your mouth to protest, the world begins to spin and darkness swallows you whole; you have no choice but to fall into it without resistance.

—

This isn’t what Donghyuck envisioned when you decided to take you to the party.

He didn’t expect to have to get stuck in a closet with you for a whole 7 minutes. He didn’t expect you to get dead drunk while slobbering all over Jaemin. And he certainly didn’t expect to be hauling you on his back to the front step of your house and having to present your dismally inebriated form to your mother.

“I’m so sorry,” Donghyuck says, hoping he comes across as apologetic enough, “I should’ve taken better care of her.”

To his utter astonishment, your mother waves off his apology with a flick of her hand. “Don’t worry about it! I expected this to happen; Y/N has never been to a party without us before. I’m glad you were with her; god knows what would have happened to her if you weren’t there!”

Donghyuck resists the urge to chortle. What are you, a child?

“Could you take her up to her room please? I’ll get the housekeeper to run her a bath.”

“Sure,” he says, grimacing inwardly at the thought of having to lug your deadweight up four flights of stairs; thank goodness there’s an elevator.

He tries his best not to dump you unceremoniously onto your bed, taking care to remove your strappy sandals. When the job is done, he’s about to leave when something on your desk catches his eye. He walks over and picks it up, turning on your desk lamp for better lighting.

In his hands lies a framed photo of the two of you when you first met as kids—you in a bright pink dress adorned with a monstrosity of ribbons, him in a suit. You’re both sitting on a park bench holding hands; he’s staring at the camera with a stony expression, while your smile looks more like a grimace.

The memory of that day rushes to greet him, clear as day—it was the first time he saw you, and it was on the same day that it was announced that you were going to be his future bride. It was the day he started his campaign of relentless hate towards you, the day he decided that you were to be his lifelong enemy.

Donghyuck sets the picture down on your desk with more force than intended. Why would you still keep it? Did you really want a constant reminder of your betrothal to him? Did you really want a constant reminder of him?

His whirlwind of thoughts is interrupted by a weak voice. “Donghyuck?”

He walks over to your bed where you lie intoxicated, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded, tangled locks of hair strewn across your pillow.

“You’re awake,” he says, voice flat.

“I… said… I wasn’t drunk… idiot…”

Nope. Still wasted.

“Just go to sleep. Your bath will be ready soon,” he’s about to leave when you lift your hand to latch weakly onto his wrist.

“Wait,” you mumble, “I… have to ask you… something.”

“What is it?”

At this, your lips turn into a pout. “I know… you’re… a liar.”

“What?”

“You…,” you gesticulate aimlessly at him—after all, finding words is such a chore when you’re hardly sober— “when we were young… you said that… you hated me because I was wearing… pink.”

Donghyuck’s breath hitches in his throat; he can’t believe you can remember that.

“Yes; what about it?”

“You’re lying. That’s… a stupid reason… for hating someone. So tell me… why exactly… do you hate me so much?”

Donghyuck feels his heartbeat pick up but he keeps his lips pursed.

“I never told you this… but… it hurts. It hurts how… you don’t even want to be friends with me…” you ramble on, lips forming a pout while your eyelids get heavier and heavier. “Why don’t you like me…” Your eyelids flutter shut and your breathing evens, and Donghyuck releases the breath he’d been holding.

Donghyuck feels the sour pang of guilt creep up on him. Granted, you’d never done anything to warrant his hate for you; he simply detests your very existence, which isn’t something you can help. It never once occurred to him that you’d be hurt by him—he didn't think he mattered to you at all. He can’t believe you still remember what he’d said to you all those years ago. Sighing, he rakes a hand through his hair; perhaps some soul-searching is in order.

He pauses for a moment, watching the way your eyelashes graze your cheekbones ever so slightly. Your cheeks and lips are flushed cherry pink from all that drinking, and a stray lock of hair spills across your face. He reaches out to draw it away from your face, marvelling at how normal you look for once; your sleeping face is so tranquil, like a child’s. No one would ever be able to guess at how you are nothing less than a perfect, infallible human being. It’s easy for him to forget how you’re the same age as him; you just seem to possess a maturity way beyond your youth that Donghyuck really can’t wrap his head around.

He gently drapes the duvet over you, and he’s about to leave when he sees that his denim jacket is still wrapped snugly around your body, though it’s a couple sizes too large for your slight frame.

He can let you have it for a little while.

—

You proudly hand your mother your school journal, decorated with pink glitter and purple felt butterflies you painstakingly cut out yourself. On the first page, the words “My Dream Job” are neatly inscribed in cursive lettering, with hearts over the i’s.

“Mrs Lee asked us to write down our dream job today,” you gush, pigtails bouncing with excitement. “Look what I wrote!”

Your mother smiles as her eyes skim over the words ‘fashion designer’. You gabble on.

“I told the class I wanted to take over your company when I grow up and become a fashion designer just like you!”

“Very good, Y/N. I’m so proud of you. I have no doubt that will happen,” she says, patting the top of your head.

“Oh, I also asked Donghyuck what he wanted to be. He said he wants to be a singer when he grows up.”

Your mother’s hand falls from your head and she frowns. “Does he?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that cool? I told him that was really cool.”

Her expression turns austere. “There’s no future in that, Y/N. You should tell him to be like you and take over his family’s company. That way he’ll be successful.”

“But he’s good at singing,” you protest, eyes shining with the memory of his voice, “and he looks so happy when he’s singing. If he’s happy, won’t he be successful too?”

—

“Do you still sing?”

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow at you as he chugs his iced coffee. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s called making conversation. It might not be in our contract, but did you intend to sit in silence until the sun sets and we go home?”

It’s your turn to pick a date, so you’ve dragged Donghyuck to a music cafe with a stage by the entrance where a teenage boy sings soulful R&B tunes. You weren’t being entirely truthful when you told him you were just making conversation; you did want to know if he still sang. To see if he was prepared for what you were about to throw him into.

“Sometimes,” he says, “maybe one day I’ll serenade you. With a song about how annoying you are.”

You resist the urge to toss your steaming mug of chamomile tea in his face. These days, after your horribly embarrassing encounter at the party (Donghyuck insists that you threw up in his car, but you don’t remember that at all), his attitude toward you seems to have shifted. Sure, he’s still mean, but not resentful. He doesn’t seem to hate you that much anymore; when he says spiteful things you can sense its teasing undertones.

You wonder what sparked this change. Shouldn’t he detest you even more? You literally threw up in his car—or so he claims. Or maybe he’s finally come to his senses and recognizes just how lovable you are.

You load up your smile like a gun.

“You do that,” you say, raising your hand to beckon someone over. To Donghyuck’s surprise, the manager of the cafe scoots over, and when he leans down you whisper something into his ear. The man chuckles and sends a curious glance at Donghyuck.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you say, smiling sweetly and taking a sip of your coffee.

The performer ends the song, and bows to polite claps from the audience. The manager you just spoke to goes up on stage, voice filling the room.

“Thank you Jihoon, that was lovely as usual. Next up we have Lee Donghyuck—this is his first time performing, so do give him your encouragement!”

Donghyuck literally jumps in his seat and you stifle your laugh. He sends a death glare in your direction and mouths I’m going to kill you. You clap for him in response, that sweet smile never leaving your face. You’ll get it from him later, no doubt, but this is totally worth it.

Donghyuck finally gets up and trudges over to the stage. He steps up to the mic, closes his eyes for the briefest of instants, and his lips part.

You expected, after all these years, that his voice would have hardened somehow, taken on a rougher edge, flavoured with the accents of a baritone. However, Donghyuck surprises you yet again—his voice is just as airy and angelic as it was nearly a decade ago, and every line he sings is like a stream of honey pouring forth from his lips. He breezes through countless high notes effortlessly in a way that sends chills down your spine, without so much as a twitch of neck muscle; he loads every word with so much emotion that it seems like the euphonious melody is coming to life right before your very eyes. The other patrons in the cafe are spellbound, drinks and conversation long forgotten; he’s bewitched everyone, and there’s no escaping.

In short, Lee Donghyuck is still a marvellous singer. And possibly a siren.

When he’s done, it is silent for a moment, the aftereffects of his spell still lingering. And then a single clap from the manager breaks the reverie and soon everyone is applauding in awe and surprise. There are even a few cheers.

You watch as he smiles and bows bashfully before walking down the stage, leaving his five minutes of fame behind. His cheeks glow under the warm light of the cafe; he looks absolutely ethereal.

“What do you think?” He asks as he slides into his seat. You can almost feel the passion flowing from him in waves.

You stare at him, starstruck. How could you possibly tell him that you never want him to stop singing, that you actually would like to be serenaded by him, that you want to wake up and fall asleep to the sound of his voice every single day?

So you settle for, “N-Not bad.” Yes, you stuttered. You hope your cheeks won’t betray you.

Donghyuck smirks. “Really? Your face tells me something else.”

Instinctively, you place a hand on your cheek—it’s burning. You take a large gulp of coffee to hide the flames in your cheeks; Donghyuck’s smirk only grows wider.

Avoiding his gaze, you ask, “Anyway, what song was that? I’ve never heard it before.”

He rubs the back of his neck with his palm. “Actually, I wrote it.”

“You what?”

“I wrote it. Want me to announce it to everyone?”

You can’t believe it. Not only does this boy before you have the voice of an angel, he’s a lyrical genius too? The world is simply not fair.

“Wow.” You lean back in your chair, all attempts at unfazed composure gone. “That’s actually crazy. You’re actually crazy.”

You look back at Donghyuck, expecting him to look smug, but instead his lips are pursed and his gaze is downcast.

“What’s wrong? Upset that your identity as a secret genius has been exposed?”

“No, it’s just… I wrote this song for Sohui. I thought she would love it, especially since she’s always been super supportive about my singing and songwriting. But… she doesn’t like it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. She said I should have bigger dreams now. Apparently, I can’t get anywhere with this.”

You keep silent, wondering how she could possibly say that to him. Heck, if a boy wrote you a song and serenaded you with it you’d probably get down on one knee and profess your undying love to him.

“Maybe… maybe she’s right. My parents say that all the time too. I shouldn’t be singing anymore. It’s time to grow up. You can’t make money out of dreams.”

He looks so crestfallen, the incandescent shine that had previously graced him completely vanished. That shine of passion was what set him ablaze and made him look so euphoric, and now it’s gone, like a candle snuffed out by the darkness.

You want to get it back for him. You want to see that look of pure bliss spread across his face. You want to see him shining bright and luminous again.

“So, what? You’re just going to stop singing then?” You ask, folding your arms across your chest, “I thought you were more determined than that. Once you’d set your mind on something, you wouldn’t let it go. That’s how you nursed that burning hatred you had for me, right?”

He has the good grace to blush.

You lean across the table and look him straight in the eye. “And I thought you could care less what others thought; that’s why we’re doing all this. That’s why we’re going against our parents’ will and fighting this bloody engagement. The Lee Donghyuck I know won’t go down without a fight, especially if it’s something he clearly loves so much.”

One final push. “But I could be wrong. I mean, I don’t really know you.”

Donghyuck’s head snaps upward and he stares right at you; you can see the fire in his eyes. Whether it's rage or passion, it doesn’t matter. You managed to rile him up. That was all you wanted. That’s the only way to keep his flame burning.

—

The drive home is filled with a pregnant silence. You wonder if you took it too far; after all, you and Donghyuck aren’t exactly the chummiest of friends. Maybe you overstepped the boundary a little.

But all you know is that you won’t stand by and let him give up such a blessing, something that clearly gives him so much joy. You won’t let him become an empty shell.

You of all people know how that feels.

When you reach home, you unbuckle your seatbelt and say goodbye. “Thanks for today, Donghyuck. You can choose the next date.”

You’re about to reach for the door and get out, but Donghyuck stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“Y/N,” he says, and you look at him, acutely aware of the sensation of his fingers clasped around your wrist. His gaze burns into yours in a way that makes your heart jolt and your brain question everything you ever thought you’d felt about him.

You wonder whether, in an alternate universe, things could have been different between you two.

“Thank you,” he finally says, gaze softening, the faintest hint of a smile etched on his lips.

Perhaps you melted a little.

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vinummagicae · 4 years

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Blue was his favorite color.

How unoriginal was that? Wasn’t blue everyone’s favorite color at some part in their life? There were so many better colors to pick from if you asked him; emerald green that shone like the jewel, a deep dark purple that almost looked black in certain lighting--

Blue was his favorite color.

The sheets in his apartment were blue, the duvet color on their bed was multi shades of the color as an attempt to give it some dimension. Like he knew what dimension was which was almost ironic considering the man created a living with words and turning them into art on paper. So many times he wanted to sit him down and teach him about actual art and this so-called dimension but it was almost endearing in a sort of way that he fumbled through life picking out things purely because they were his favorite color.

Blue was his favorite color.

His notebooks that he scribbled his next ideas, that he carried around with him everywhere were blue. Even the pens sometimes were that basic blue color that all pens came in as an option of ink. They couldn’t go anywhere without them, something he learned the hard way at a young age. How many panic attacks did he witness just because he didn’t have his notebook near him? At first he thought it was silly, just him being dramatic over a little thing - ha - but soon realized that the writer needed the notebook around him to ease his busy mind. His mind was constantly creating new characters and plot lines for his novels that he needed that small blue notebook on him at all times so he didn’t lose what could be the thing that got him his next paycheck.

Blue was his favorite color.

The shirt he was wearing when he proposed was a soft baby blue. Actually it was denim but Ender let him pretend that he wasn’t stealing the 90’s fashion trend and making it his own. It was cute actually how he declared ‘no Ender it is just a light blue shirt’ whenever he teased him, his cheeks turning this adorable red from the blushing. Though it wasn’t as cute as when he got on one knee and stuttered out to a point it was almost painfully slow, asking if he would marry him. Of course he said yes, he loved that little nerd and made sure to show him just how much he loved him later that night. No he wasn’t crying, thank you very much. He just had something in his eye, that’s all…

Blue was his favorite color, but green was Ender’s.

Okay so green was almost just as unoriginal as blue but he didn’t just like green. Green was boring to explain when asked, so he normally began to describe the first green thing that came to his mind. It’s the same kind of green of the mint that floats in your herbal tea. Or the same kind of green that resembled the grass of a dew-kissed morning when you wake up just before the sun fully rose. The same kind of green that called itself emerald with the way it had its moments of light patches as well as dark ones, never knowing what shade you were going to get until the light just hit it perfectly. It was a color he knew how to describe every time; after all Cole’s eyes were his favorite.

Green was Ender’s favorite color.

It was almost a shame that the only liquor that came in green was midori - is that even really liquor anymore? - or la fée verte. He had his fair share of nights with the green fairy that normally ended up with him curled up on the bathroom floor sweating as the last bits of whatever remained in his stomach threatened to join the rest of it in the toilet. At a young drinking age, he learned that absinthe was one of the rare liquors that could knock him on his ass like that with no memory of the night before. He had a hard tolerance for everything else it seemed, no matter what or how much he drank he couldn’t get to the point of black out drunk like the rest of his so called ‘friends’. That was until he met that wonderful, wonderful green fairy. Everytime he decided to tango with his bottle of absinthe he would wake up on that cold bathroom floor with a hand running through his pitch black curls trying to sooth whatever demons still lingered from the night before. “Why do you keep drinking it? What are you running from?” “...I don’t know”

Green was Ender’s favorite color.

Do you know how hard it was to find green flowers? He didn’t want any Belles of Ireland or anything else that looked like weeds - though Cockscomb was almost the winner just because of its name alone - or even carnations that were obviously dyed that fake green. What he wanted was real flowers that were green and that seemed impossible to find. He guessed that was just payback for picking green as his choice of wedding colors but really it was that or more blue and blue flowers were just as impossible to find - they really weren’t but he was just too stubborn to admit to Cole that he was wrong -. In the end they went with gladiolus in a soft pale green that was close to what he was picturing in his mind but still not exact. It went with the ivory decorations that was the other color for their wedding. It was going to look perfect, their wedding was going to be perfect just like their love for each other.

Ivory was supposed to be their color.

It had taken some convincing but eventually once they moved into their apartment, the blue sheets were placed on the guest bed. In their place were ivory ones, satin of course, that Ender ordered off line overseas. He wasn’t exactly sure where but they were expensive and they felt nice on his naked body. It was these same sheets that were caressing his naked skin that night as he lied on his back, head turned to look at the city through their open window. When you were this high up you didn’t have to worry about people looking in while you were having sex, but none of that was happening in their room that night as much as Ender had hoped originally when they got home from their dinner out. “What do you want, En? From us?...From me?” Their wedding was just over a month away, the last details were finally taking place and coming together to create the image they both had in their minds. Well mostly Ender’s, Cole had told him time and time again he would be just happy going down to a courthouse and making it official there; but something stopped him, something was holding him back from giving his fiance what he wanted. He just couldn’t figure out what that was.

When he had asked him the question and slipped that emerald green ring on his finger, he had been overjoyed and almost taken back by the love he had felt in that moment. But after… It wasn’t something he was used to, being loved and it scared him. What if he couldn’t give that love back? What if years down the road Cole realized how fucked up Ender was and tossed him aside like everyone else had in his life. Yet, it wasn’t also just that. Something about the idea of being tied down to one person for so long scared him. The idea that he couldn’t be with someone else ever again, well who the fuck wanted that? These weren’t new thoughts to him, they had been ones that had started creeping up on him when they officially started dating over a year ago after many years of friendship and well now-- “I don’t know anymore…”

Now green was still his favorite color.

Green was Ender’s favorite color but blue, blue was his . It was this reason why Ender reached for the small blue pill that had three little letters on it, SKY, and placed it on his tongue letting the euphoria that came with it. Since coming back from a weekend solo trip to Oslo with the baggy in his pocket, Ender had spent most of his time lying on the bed seeing visions of blue and green over and over again reliving in the past ...just doing anything to see his favorite shade of green once again.

#son of dionysus ( muse )#son of dionysus ( self )#xself #tw: drugs

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1-800-seo · 5 years

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— 1-800-SEO'𝗌 ᪥ '𝖲𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾' — \ 1 | 2 /

— 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾!𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋!𝖺𝗎, 90'𝗌,

— 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌: 2569

— 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 90'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐

Your fingers stick together as you apply some facial glitter to your cheek bones. “Yo, I think this face glitter is off, y’know” you say to your best friend Taehyung who is on the other side of the room, staring into the mirror, attempting to smoke out his eyeliner.

“Didn’t you get it off Kami? It was probably bought like a decade ago, and it’s only just resurfaced from her neon coloured makeup collection. ‘83 through ‘87 were wild, can’t believe people used to wear all that colourful crap.” He said, trying his best not to smudge his handy work, his face showing amusement.

“Ok, mister punk rocker, don’t go all cynical on me. You forget that I still have your baby pics with you and all your neon sportswear on, thinking you look so fly. Oh, and and don’t let me forget about your bright pink sweatbands! They were abominable.” You break out into laughter remembering all of his cute little baby jump suits. He looked like he was going skiing because they were all so padded.

“Oh eat my shorts, you know I’m a changed man now, grunge has taken ahold and I am never going back to” he dramatically shivers “bright colours. Never again.” He feigns a retch and turns back to the mirror to adjust his hair.

You were both in your bedroom, getting ready for hopefully the best concert of your life. You were going to see one of the best vocalists of the generation, in your opinion. Jeon Jungkook, also known as Jeon JK, is a tall, dark haired, leather clad, heartthrob that had weaselled his way into your heart, and pretty much held it tight. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to do him. Amongst having a rocking bod, he also is an amazing song writer, total cutie/dork, and most likely a general nice dude with a good personality. What wasn’t their to like?

So this is how you found yourself, and your best friend Taehyung, in your most grungy outfits you could make under a budget and about to go to a hopefully life changing concert.

Tae turned around from the mirror, “Tada! Do I look okay?” His eyes were gently smudged with not over the top eyeliner and his hair was slightly tousled. It had begun to grow over his eyes so he kept on sweeping the dark locks behind his ears. It matched well with his slightly too large black overalls and light grey tshirt. Over the tshirt he wore a checkered short sleeve shirt with black thick piping on the edge, a detail he’d added himself. All in all he looked like a grunge dream, he’d totally mastered the look.

Unlike your self ripped denim, stolen-from-Tae pearl jam shirt, and leather jacket, you didn’t really look very appealing in your own head but you figured it that was the best you could do so you’d just have to rock it.

“You look ravishing, my dude. King Kurt would say you look bangin’ and that’s honestly all you ever need in life, right?” You laugh at your own joke but it’s less awkward because Tae joins in too.

“Thank you! Right, come on Joan Jett 2.0 shall we hit the road? We don’t want to miss the opening act, do we?” He pulled on his doc martens and soon you were off.

☆:.｡.🥀.｡.:☆

As soon as you saw his face you had to pinch yourself. He looked so good it had to be surreal, it had to be a dream. His boyish long curly hair fell into his dark eyes, his cuffed baggy T-shirt, his ripped jeans, the sweat dripping down his neck, he was a heavenly vision. He looked like some type of Greek god among mortals. His smooth voice crooning out rich and melodiously. It was dulcet and velvety, yet full and powerful too. This man was, quite simply, enchanting.

You break out of the spell this magical pied piper put you under and lock eyes with Taehyung. He’s singing along to the words, eyes wide and full of awe. He’s putting his height to his advantage, he can see much better than you. “Oh so kind Tae Tae?” You shout over the guitars and drums blasting ahead of you. “Yeah?” “Can I please sit on your shoulders?” You say as cutely as possible whilst shouting over a live band. “I don’t know, we might block others view though.” He says eyes still locked on the brown haired boy ahead.

“Never mind them, I can’t see, I’m short!” You put your hand to your forehead and pull it upwards to make the point. “Fine...but you owe me big time.” He says rolling his eyes but a smile on his lips.

He pulls you up just as Jungkook throws his head back to the beat of the song. Damn, that was hot. A wave of heat flows up your body and you feel your blood run straight to your cheeks.

Thank goodness you got on Tae’s shoulders; you can see so much easier now, you can see well over everyone else, the slight swaying of Taehyung balancing himself is a small price to pay for getting to see the one and only specimen ahead.

Suddenly the song shifts, the guitars and drums crescendo and JK’s voice goes from velvety smooth, to something alike ice. Laced with something that can only grab your attention, sharp yet still smooth at the same time. The music was unfamiliar, the drummer begun a solo and JK swayed his hips. Then the drummer stopped and the guitarist started the opening chords to their latest single... so that’s why the sudden shift, it’s a mashup.

“That’s so cool!” You shout to Tae and then scream to show your approval.

Swiftly, the crowd surges forward and because of this so does Taehyung. You try your best to hold on to his shoulders, you’re approaching the barrier, much closer than earlier. All of a sudden Tae jerks forward, having reached the barrier and no more room to go, his body lurches and along with him, you. You tumble over the railings, legs hitting the metal as you go head first.

Head aching with pain and dust on your hands, you look up. You find yourself in the “no man’s land”, the small space between the barriers and fans, and the stage and the artist. You hold your head as you cautiously stand up and a familiar face turns in surprise. He spots you and perfectly ends his note as he powerfully walks over. Luckily it’s the instrumental outro so it doesn’t seem to alert anyone things are wrong; he crouches down to you, the stage separates you both but he makes the gap smaller.

“You ok, doll? That looked like quite a tumble you had there.” He soothed as he gently placed his hand over yours, resting it on where you bumped yourself. He stroked your cheek softly, consoling you. “I’m ok, I think, just a little dizzy.” Shooting pains were stinging your temple but like hell were you gonna show your true pain. “Let me help you.” He takes your hand in his and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “All better?” He asked.

“I think so. Although my elbows kinda hurt from the impact.” Your brain registers you’re actually holding hands with THE Jeon Jungkook and you feel your heart just about burst from your chest.

“I’m a tad concerned you may have a concussion darling, so I’ll take you back stage in a hot minute and I’ll get you some help. Just hold on here for me.” His dark eyes had a gentle expression, something new than what he usually has on stage. They sometimes look almost feral; like he’s going to jump someone’s bones. Not that you mind, however this was new and made your heart beat just the same, especially because you were the one who made him look so soft and fond.

The tall fellow rose and strode over to the centre stage. He languidly grasped the mic stand and began to sway to the rhythm. The guitars and drums began to fade out and the middle of the stage slowly started descending until his tousled hair was out of sight. You now realised this was the beginning of a ‘halftime’ break.

Soon enough Jungkook came running round the side of the stage and he bent down to where you were sat.

“Right, let’s get you sorted doll.” He grabbed both hands in his and gently and hesitantly helped you stand up. Once you were stood he put his arm around your waist and wrapped yours around his.

No way were you so close to your giant crush, never mind in an intimate embrace. Your brain struggled to process the whole thing and tried it’s best to act normal. Your brain was short circuiting and your heart pounding away; if you don’t die of a concussion, you’ll certainly die of a heart attack.

He quickly and fluidly moved you to the back stage area, escaping the roar and hungry eyes of the fans.

Once you were sat down on a plastic chair and he left to alert the medical staff, you began to shiver. Mainly out of nervousness and excitedness but quite possibly because you miss the warmth of his arm around you too. However as soon as he was gone he returned and had his arm tucked neatly around you again.

Why was he being so touchy? Was this just fan-service? Or maybe he is just like this when he is worried? Either way, it doesn’t stop the chill his warm touch sends up your side as his fingers brush against your hipbone.

All this time waiting for medical staff gives you a great opportunity to admire him. His visuals were so much more than stunning, they were quite simply unfathomable at times. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple and your mind can��t help but spin. His plain black T-shirt sticks to his stomach and you can see the faint outline of muscle. You look down to the hand around your waist. It’s broad and sinewy, a large vein running down the centre. His touch is gentle and caring, something you never expected from a stranger, never mind someone as famous as him.

You want to stay in this sticky plastic chair forever. “How are you feeling?” He asks, breaking you from your wild thoughts. “Not too bad, thank you for helping me, you really didn’t need to do this.” You reply, cheeks turning rose red.

“No, really, don’t worry about it. It’s the least I can do, you take your time to come here and support me, and for me to not help you up? That would hurt me inside. I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better though, that was a nasty tumble you took there doll, I hope your boyfriend is ok too?” He stiffens beside you, it’s as if as soon as he says it he realises what he said. “Oh no no, Tae’s not my boyfriend.” You run your hands across your thighs, a nervous reaction.

“Oh thank goodness, I only just realised how it could’ve looked, and I know I’d be ragin’ if some meathead like me touched my girl.” His body relaxes, and his hand grazes your hipbone for the second time. It feels like internal static electricity at his sudden touch, you hold in from jumping at it. “Do you have a girl?” You query, thoughts tripping over themselves to catch up. His ‘thank goodness’ reaction was certainly unexpected.

Was he relieved because he didn’t want you to look like you were cheating? Or because he could freely make advances without another guy in the picture? Or both? Either way your mind raced trying to keep up with everything, forehead still stinging in the background.

Eventually the medical staff turn up and sort you out, check you over to see if you have any insurance claimable injuries and bid your adieu with two tiny butterfly stitches over a cut you never knew you had.

JK walks you back to the stage floor, pulling you by the hand. He stops right before the last set of doors. “I’m sorry this happened, I’ll try and get health and safety sorted, but I’m not sorry we met, I’d love to say sorry to you in anyway possible though, so would I be able to get your number? I’d love to spend a good time with you, darling, some time when you aren’t in physical pain.” He jokingly adds in. The hazed over eyes that were once under the bright lights are now clear and genuine. You don’t even know how to feel anymore, everything is so much for you. You’d be stupid not to give your biggest most unlikely-to-reciprocate-crush your number, however it takes a moment to even register what to do. After what feels like forever, your body finally registers and you tell him your digits, as well as your email because your overwhelmed brain spills everything out by accident.

“Thank you for not reacting like a crazy screaming fan, this has been the best interaction I’ve ever had because you’ve treated me like a normal human.” He stammered. You look up to meet his eyes, they look intrigued, like he’s working out a puzzle. You’ve never seen him like this. Not performing. You guess you’ve never really contemplated how he is when he’s not performing, because you’ve never truly seen it. “I think I didn’t react like that because my head is about to explode at the moment, however you are still human, so we all deserve to be treated like humans.” You declare. You don’t know how you speak so frankly, it’s a miracle you haven’t passed out. “Very wise words.” He nods in approval,

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to leave now doll, but it was lovely meeting you and I hope you enjoy the rest of the show!” He kisses your cheek like a date leaving for the night and jogs off down the maze-like alleys of the under-stage area.

What just happened? You stand in the hall in shock. Did Jeon JK actually just hold your hand, kiss your cheek, put his arm around your waist, AND take care of you? This was all too much. You decided to ponder it all later before you had an aneurysm and enjoy what was left of the night.

You walk through the doors and find your best friend in the sea of people. He wears a worried look and is right by the railing where you fell. “What the hell just happened? Are you okay?!” He barked. His hair was pushed back like he’d been running his hand through it, a nervous habit you knew he had.

You reach up your arms to him like a toddler and he pulls you up and over the barricade as easy as if you weighed nothing. He sets you down and looks at you, worried.

“As much as I want to tell you now I think my brain might explode so as curious as you are I’m going to tell you this all at home. However I assure you, I am fine.” You giggle at how absurd this all is, pulling Tae into a hug. It stabilises you and helps you know that you are real and you’re ok. This isn’t a dream and no matter how bad your head is banging it’ll all be clear soon.

The rest of the night passes by in a hazy euphoric blur.

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sleepytoycollection · 5 years

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Fresh Squad Malik, A Review*

*Tumblr Safe Censored Version

The Fresh Dolls have been a steadily growing line, and recently introduced some guys to their line up of girls. Fully articulated ones at that, so of course I was interested. Malik here is from the deluxe set and cost $24.99. So how is he? Well we’ll find out.

First off, I apologize for this lighting, it’s gonna be all over the place during this review. All the same, I think you can see Malik comes in a fairly common form of packaging nowadays, the plastic cover attached to a card board backing.

There you can see the variety of accessories he comes with, and a boast of 13 points of articulation! That’s awesome, articulated boy dolls are getting harder and harder to find in the play doll market.

On the back we have pictures of various ladies available in this line, as well as two other male characters who were unfortunately not at walmart that day when I bought him.

I must sadly admit, I have yet to purchase one of their ladies, so I can’t talk about them in this review.

A close up of Malik with the outer shell removed.

He comes with a black varsity style jacket.

As well as laptop, phone, and sunglasses.

Here’s all his things out of the box. He was extremely easy to remove, no tags in his head, just a few around his waist and legs. I was so relived about that, fearing what would happen to his braids.

There’s a lot to cover with him, so let’s start with his things.

The laptop is cute, and has a sticker to make it look like he’s on the Fresh dolls website. The phone also uses sticker details.

The phone is pretty basic, but does have the Fresh logo on the back. (My apologies that it’s hard to see.) Unfortunately it does not have any grips, so he cannot hold it properly without rubber bands or some other extra attachment.

The laptop can close, and also had the Fresh logo on the back. This piece will likely get a lot more use from me; it’s cute and previously I only had one mini laptop everyone had to share, so I’m glad to have it.

The sunglasses solid back, and have no painted details.

Onto his clothes, the jacket is made of a dense knit fabric, it feels very solid and nice. I wish there was a little something to break up the solid color, but on the plus side it will be very easy to match with other pieces.

And here’s what Malik comes wearing, a white t-shirt, an open plaid collared shirt, and blue jeans. It’s a pretty realistic fashion choice, I see plenty of guys irl dressed similarly.

The shirt is make of a synthetic fabric. with the design printed on. It feels sewn together well, but I’m not a big fan of it. I like plaid, but this particular pattern isn’t doing it for me, not helped by the stiff, plastic like material. I understand doll lines use it to save money, but it feels cheap.

Luckily, the shirt under it is much better. It’s a nice feeling cotton knit, Like the jacket is is all one solid color, albeit white this time, but still a good, versatile piece to have around.

And speaking of versatility, jeans! Oh Lord am I happy to see a nice pair of jeans on a guy doll again. Shorts are becoming way too common, and when I do see pants they're made specific to one outfit and can’t be swapped around as much as I’d like.

These are fantastic too, and made of a thin denim with realistic sewn details. Very Quality, and my favorite of the outfit pieces.

Onto the last of his outfit, his shoes, They’re a sturdy, if stiff plastic, though not hard to remove or get back on despite it, with nice molded details in a solid red color. I’m not a huge fan of how bright the red is, especially with nothing to break it up, so they’ll likely get a paint job from me.

Even so, they do what they’re supposed to, and do match his plaid shirt well enough.

And with all that said....

Onto the doll himself!

I’m gonna be honest, one of the reasons I have not bought a Fresh doll before were their faces. Not so much the sculpt, but I’m not a fan of their screening style. I would be lying if I said I liked it here.

The eyes in particular lose me, I think it’s the bold shading. It’s not bad, it’s just not my taste. On a technical level, the screening is fine, there’s no smudges, and I didn’t see much wonk among the shelf. So that’s good.

The sculpt is nice though, and with the facial hair especially his face makes me think of Miles Morales’s Uncle Aaron. If Uncle Aaron had braids lol.

Speaking of his braids:

Wow! I love his hair so much. It’s so looong!! and It feels so nice to the touch too. They did an excellent job here.

The rooting is good as well, there’s no part, but it’s dense enough you can fake it if you don’t push it too far. It’s fantastic.

Speaking of fantastic things, that body sculpt! I wasn’t sure what to expect, this was the line’s first boy doll, and I’ve seen experienced doll makers come up with less than impressive things.

But this sculpt? Now this is what I’ve been looking to see.

It’s so realistic and natural in it’s details, the best comparisons I can even think to it are all from much more expensive collector dolls.

I mean just look at that, my pictures don’t do justice at all to it. I am so impressed.

Well we’ve established the sculpt is good, but how does he pose?

Well he does sit nice and level.

His knees go just shy of a 90 degree angle, so kneeling is not going to be his strong suit, but a one-knee pose he can hold no problem.

His arms and wrists too don’t quite make it to that right angle either, meaning he can’t touch his face, or put a hand on his hip realistically.

So close.

He can do full splits no problem.

Both ways, though not quite as flat to the ground in this direction.

Not bad over all, but just shy of being perfect. Most of his poses he holds very well, not too stiff or too loose, aside from his right hip which flopped a bit.

But for a first foray into making male dolls, I’m very impressed and pleased.

As far as sizing, here he is next to some other bodies I had one hand.

His body is a touch shorter than collector Ken, and slightly thicker, but not so far off that they can’t share clothes.

Broad Ken I included because I don’t have any current playline Ken bodies, but he shows the playline height comparison well enough. It’s very close.

Sculpt wise he’s much more in line with my action figure body however.

If anyone would like more comparisons, let me know and I’ll try by best.

Here he is, once more dressed, and chilling on his laptop. I definitely like his jacket more than the plaid shirt.

So what’s my over all opinion?

At a price of $24.99 he’s on the higher price end of playline, but definitely worth it. His gorgeous hair, fantastic body sculpt, articulation and sturdy, versatile clothing give him more than enough positives to outweigh the few negatives.

And quite frankly articulate dolls of color are near impossible to find, so it makes me very glad to see these showing up in stores where they can be readily available.

I bought him in the hopes of rebodying another doll of mine, but I love his hair so much it’s almost a shame to do so. I can definitely see myself buying more in the future.

I might even have to break down and pick up one of the Fresh Squad ladies. He has my full recommendation and I wish this line much future success.

#fresh dolls #the fresh squad #doll review #dolls #doll #sfw

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angelhummel · 5 years

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will you do your top five santana outfits please?

Yesss of course. Again, another favorite wardrobe of mine (although I feel like I say that about half the characters… Oh well). Also I’m gonna do my best to give a variety of looks because, like most everyone else, Santana’s wardrobe suffered from “a lot of the same” in later seasons and I don’t wanna have like five body con dresses listed lol

5) Her green and black striped Come See About Me dress. I’m gonna use it to represent all her skin tight little dresses lol. Not saying there’s anything wrong with showing some skin, but like a good 90% of those dresses looked like they barely covered her vagina. And they still had her in those dresses in the winter. In New York. It’s just not practical, honey. But anyway, this one is my favorite of those types of dresses. It’s got the strips of fabric that wrap around her, so it’s not just a plain striped dress. I think the long sleeves are interesting. The vest is cute, and I love the knee highs and boots she’s wearing with it. Seriously, these Glee girls can rock some knee highs. Also I absolutely adore Santana’s little bun. The majority of the time, we just see her with her hair up in her Cheerio high pony, or down and all over the place. So it’s nice to see her with a cute little updo

4) I think this is a cute Santana look that we didn’t get to see much of. The fit and flare cut is more Rachel or Quinn, I think, but this dress still manages to be totally Santana. She had a couple more flared dresses, but this has got to be the most interesting one, pattern-wise at least. It’s the perfect dress for twirling and flouncing around to Valerie. And the heels are more toned down than her usual fucking six inch stilettos and boots she usually wears, and I think they’re adorable. And Rachel might’ve written a song about headbands buuut I think Santana rocks them the best. Not sorry about it

3) There’s a lot of outfits like this that I love, where she’s wearing a relatively simple top and a pretty patterned skirt. There’s the pink look she’s wearing at the start of Brave. The off the shoulder royal blue top with the blue and white skirt she wears in 5x04 (bonus points bc she and Kurt totally coordinated before they left the apartment). But I’m going with this one. I think the skirt pattern is crazy pretty and interesting and something that I don’t think any of the other girls could easily pull off. Plus the teal of that top with Santana’s skin tone is just perfection. Oh, and let’s not forget the leather harness detail on the top. What’s not to love about that?

2) Oh my good god damn, Santana could rock some gowns. Like… she was always stunning in them. She’s another character whose prom looks I’m not totally gaga about, but she more than made up for it with her other fancy formal looks. There’s the black and gold gown from Brave, and that gorgeous teal Elsa-looking dress she’s wearing while Kurtanchel is singing in the shop window. And her gold gown during How Will I Know is a close second. But I’ve gotta give it to her At the Ballet dress. Because I just. Wow. There’s no glitz, no shine, no sequins. Because Santana is the only jewel you need, baby. Also the soft lilac color?? Not something Santana wears often. But it looks amazing on her. It’s got that interesting draping or wrapping or whatever up top, and fits her beautifully. She just looks stunning

1) Oh yeah, I’m going with the overalls. I hope this doesn’t seem anticlimactic bc this look is just pure fire. Like peak lesbian fashion lol. There are a few more good denim looks Santana had going on in s2. There’s her blood orange shirt tucked into some light wash flared jeans and like, clogs?? And I also looove love love her outfit after the party in BIOTA when she’s wearing a total seventies get up with her floral shirt tied over more flared jeans and I just. It’s such a good look. But I’m going with the overalls and candycane striped bustier because it’s my classic fave thing of “It shouldn’t work, but it’s Santana so she makes it work”

#santana lopez #glee #my thoughts #asks #answered #glee fashion asks #glee wardrobe #Anonymous #also omg this took me forever to decide #cause there's a lot of like #variations? of certain outfits that she wears a looot #so i was trying to pick my fave of every variation lol

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legionofcrows · 5 years

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please give us ur full Jean Expert opinions im enjoying this

Here is a list of random but specific and intense opinions I have on various jeans styles based on my 2.5 years of experience with denim:

Mom jeans are fucking ugly and I am convinced everyone is pretending to be into them to spite me. They suck to fold too and I hate them with my whole heart.

Mom Shorts are acceptable if you play in to the full 90s aesthetic of it and so help me god you pair them with a tube top I will find you myself and throw a real shirt at you

Dad jeans are just dumb and yes that is also a thing

Cropped jeans are dumb. Ya’ll don’t get to make fun of me all through middle school for growing too fast and having a gap between my converse and my jeans and then call it “fashion” when you’re older.

Slim or Slim Straight cut jeans look the best on just about any guy and that’s a FACT not an opinion.

Jeggings of any rise are the go-to but I personally prefer a slightly high rise waist because the higher the rise = deeper the pockets

Tom girls are an acceptable alternative but it took me a really long time to warm up to them. They still fit kind of slim but not super close to your leg so you can move around. Styled right they’re super cute but I can never figure out what shoes Im supposed to wear with them

Kickboot aka bootcut jeans are garbage. They’re a pain in the ass to fold because of the stupid extra inch of fabric that sticks out the side.

Whoever said “lets make wide leg jeans a thing again” should be put in prison for treason

Overalls are dumb. get a belt.

Holes and distressing in jeans are a-okay I own like 5 pairs of black ripped jeans BUT you should never buy jeans where the whole thigh has been cut out. Just by a fucking pair of shorts

LIGHT light denim is always ugly and I want it nowhere near me

Patched jeans are great for kids in high school it’s style while still being age appropriate

would not recommend for middle school age kids because theyre extra expensive and they grow out of them way too fast

Jeans that come with writing and embroidered patches already on them are always lame and im so glad that trend lived a shortlife

Sorry canada but Canadian tuxedos are ugly af

Jeans with bedazzled pockets are tacky as hell and I cant imagine theyd be very comfortable to sit in

I support button flies

Cuffing at the bottom of the jean should not be thicker than an inch and a half it throws of the proportions of the leg and I wish stores would stop selling styles where it’s large

Two toned denim is always ugly

We should bring back patterned jeggings/jeans because they were awesome

All jeans should have a seam on the outside of the leg you may think to yourself “but don’t they always” NO THEY DON’T and it makes them super hard to fold and put on

All pockets should be bigger no matter what the fit or style of the jean is

I think that’s enough for now???

#asked and answered #Anonymous

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okaywowcool · 6 years

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Hey all! This is something I’ve wanted to start for a while, and since folks have been curious about my favorite shops, I thought now was as good a time as any to start doing monthly favorite articles for you all! These will mainly discuss individual pieces that I’ve bought and am wearing, shops I’ve discovered that month or that I’m particularly interested in at the time, my favorite silhouettes and colors/patterns that are currently trending, and any skincare or makeup that I’m particularly into that month as well! Let’s get it going with this past month, June!

CURRENT FAVE PERSONAL PIECES

Tomboyx Essentials Soft Bra, in Next Gen Heather Grey with Rainbow Trim, $32

I’m almost always wearing my Tomboyx soft bra with the rainbow trim. It’s comfortable as hell which has been getting me through some pretty rough chronic pain lately, and it’s also cute with the rainbow trim which is a big bonus. I’m a 22/24 and I wear a size 2XL in their soft bras and it’s absolutely my favorite bralette for comfort that I’ve tried.

Fun with Fab on Top Easy Fit Dress in Doodle, now on sale for $49.99

My fave dress that I have right now is this piece from Modcloth, it has a really nice loose fit, pockets, and the little tie neck detail is really sweet but still cut high enough to be appropriate for work. It also is just such a fun print that it quickly surged to favorite status with me. However...Modcloth’s quality has dramatically decreased lately, and I definitely do regret buying this piece full price. It’s already fraying at the hem and isn’t from me not treating it delicately, it had started fraying when I first took it out of the bag, which is just unfortunate. Definitely make sure if you’re picking something up from there lately you’re getting it on sale! I expected much higher quality for a dress that was over $60.

Other than those two pieces, I’m obsessed with quite a few of my own Trash Queen pieces that I can’t actually share with you guys here yet, because they’re prototypes for my upcoming collection and a secret. You can become a patron to learn a lot more about those on my patreon!

FAVE NEW SHOPS

Lil Rainbow Platform Sandals, $19

I’ve been routinely checking Rocket Dog for their sales lately, they have so many super cute sandals for sale right now and I’m hoping to pick up a few for the summer, namely the Lil Rainbow Platform Sandals (above) and the Lazerbeam Space Patch Platform Sandals.

Mini Scooter Suedehead Mod Dress, $111 with custom sizing available

I also recently discovered a new Etsy shop through instagram that I would love to order from, called Swinging Chicks! Swinging Chicks specializes in retro and 60s mod inspired clothing and offers custom sizing to include all sorts of bodies, for no extra charge. I would love to save up and eventually get one of their pinafore dresses, like the one pictured above or this tartan pinafore, or one of their adorable blouses.

Two Headed Snake Embroidery, $68.62

I’m also very much on the lookout for cute and unique decorations for my house lately, and have had my eye on the beautiful embroidery work from The Skellyton’s Closet, which are absolutely gorgeous and would make for such a cute goth touch in a gallery wall.

FAVE JUNE SILHOUETTES

Bib Overall Dress, $34.99

Not all of these are June-exclusive, but this month I’m still obsessing over overall skirts in all possible prints and forms, ever since getting a first one for myself I’ve been wanting to pick up more.

Lace up Sides Top and Midi Skirt Set, $55

I’m also loving midi length bodycon dresses, especially for layering with slouchy crop tops or in cute 90s-inspired fabrications like tie dye or crushed velvet.

Leopard Print Slip Dress, $35

I’m also very into satin/silk slip dresses with lingerie details over t-shirts right now.

Check out any of these trends in more detail on my blog now by clicking the links below!

Overalls | Midi Length | Slips | Tees

PRINTS & COLORS

Sequin Raincoat from Topshop, $110 // Holographic Boots from Current Mood, $88 // Rainbow Pleated Midi Skirt from Modcloth, $65

With festival season in full swing, sequins, rainbows, holographic fabrics, and funky psychedelic prints are available everywhere, which is what I’ve got my eye on most now.

Check out more of these trends on my blog by clicking one of the links below!

Iridescent | Holographic | Rainbow

Floral Cardigan from F21, $38 // Plaid Crop Top from Dollskill, $25 // Tube Top + Joggers Set from F21, $35

In terms of general colors, I’m really into these slightly dusty feeling reddish corals that I’ve been seeing a lot of lately, I think they pair really well with all skin tones and look so good with denim and light neutrals.

MAKEUP/SKINCARE

Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1%, $5.90

This little magic in a bottle has pretty much entirely eliminated breakouts for me, even with the sweatiness of summer. I use a few drops in the morning and evening whenever I can remember, and put it on my T-zone and on the parts of my face where my glasses hit or that I have a tendency to touch the most often. to keep things under control and it does a wonderful job.

Iceland Hydrating Eye Stick, $8.99 (at CVS)

My hours at work have gotten longer and I’m pretty routinely bad at going to bed on time, so this has become one of my secret weapons for morning puffiness, dark under eye circles, and also, surprisingly, migraines and headaches! It’s naturally cooling after having been in my purse in my hot car and the melon smell is great and feels fresh. It’s hydrating while still being light, and just kind of gives a nice all over cooling effect, plus the packaging is adorable which helps me remember to actually use it.

Mango Hand Butter, $7.33 (at Walmart)

Another big winner just for how cute the packaging is, but this little bottle of hand lotion is also powerful! I have to deal with extremely dry patches of skin from PCOS, but it’s helped clear that up massively just with a few days of repeated use, which is rare for something like this. It’s really strong without having a medical smell or the really heavy moisturizer feel, which can be distracting.

Maybelline’s Brow Precise Fiber Volumizer, $4.29 (at Ulta)

While I’m routinely lusting after Glossier’s Boy Brow and now Milk Makeup’s new Kush Brow Gel, sometimes you just gotta pick up a drugstore version to just get the job done and this cheap option has always done the trick for me. I have dark brown, almost black hair, and use it in the color “Deep Brown” and it’s become one of the few things I put on even if I don’t have time to put any other makeup on, because if my skin and brows are on point I’m typically feeling good about myself.

So that’s it, gang! I hope you guys enjoyed this, please let me know if you have any feedback or specific things you might like to see for next month, I hope this was hopeful or interesting and I’m planning to do another in July!

#plus size blogger #psblogger #plus size fashion #june favorites #monthly favorites #fashion #june

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sinto-hell · 6 years

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boys n fashion

i have uuuuuh very specific ways to imagine how the boys look because i’m never satisfied with canon and i Cannot Fucking Draw™ and i scream a lot about fashion so (mostly because what the fuck is fashion sense in otome i’m looking at u dmmd what the FUCK were those yellow socks and that jacket AN ALSO NOIZ’S ENTIRE FUCKING OUTFIT IM SO ANGRY) anyway this got a bit out of hand lmao i love clothes

nathaniel

LOTS OF SWEATERS

wears a shirt under his sweater with the collar poping out

“preppy” but not frat boy preppy. like comfy casual pretty. soft n warm like marshmallow. he looks soft but he could easily deck u into next week

lots warm cardigans

lots of light wash jeans. doesn’t really wear black or dark colored jeans. also always cuff his jeans

white adidas are the shoes he usually wears to school

he fucking despises flannels they’re the ugliest thing in his opinion

owns a lot of scarves; never wear any of them

he knows he looks good in stripes so he has a lot of stripped shirt

hoodies are for lazy days

one (1) pair of black ripped knees jeans. usually pair them with a creme sweater

also tries to make his hair behave but he just. can’t. so he tries to make it fashionably disheveled.

owns one of those jacket thats like denim but the sleeves and the inside are like a regular sweater and theres a hood god i want one of those

probably has glasses he wears to read

(i remember i saw an artist that basically drew him dressed like this but i cant remember their name so there’s that)

castiel

boi is a punk

his wardrobe is 90% band shirt, they’re literally almost all he wears

owns 4 my chemical romance shirt

he has two denim jacket: one black with various pins and small patch on it and one light wash with a big ass misfits patch on the back

also probably found his leather jacket in a thrift store

unironically buys those bad translation shirt that says shit like “try my delicious salt beef” or “way the bridge i burn high the way” credit to @mclfutarinotamashi for that one

90% of his band shirts are really worn out because he wears them so much

owns a pair of og black converse and red doc martens

usually always has his roots showing and has taken a liking in tying his hair in a half bun. sorta. but he mostly live in his natural bedhead

lys once braided his hair and he didn’t like it on him but he thought it was really relaxing

has a fuckton of spiked bracelet and rubber band bracelets, but only wears one or two at a time nowadays. he used to wear a lot more. like. a lot.

black jeans all the way

also ripped jeans

also own two or three big sweater, and one of them his hands just. disappear when he wear it.

lysander

don’t get me wrong i love the victorian fashion but;; it aint realistic

peg leg trousers. google it. he’d wear the heck out of that.

owns a lot of fancy black pants

he has those weird pants i’ve been looking for, they’re high waisted and really flowy and they’re called culottes. his are black with white stripes and he owns a black only version

he totally owns a green velvet skirt fight me on this

has a lot of scarves and wears them all

has a simple but very nice pair of brown boots for casual days and fucking 5 inches new rocks platform shoes with buckles all over for when he’s extra

a true Goth™

lots of turtlenecks and long sleeve black shirts. did i mention turtlenecks

he totally owns this sweater in green and black

he loves high waisted pants

plays a bit on androgyny, as he knows he’s pretty tall, but also very delicate so skirt are the fucking shit on him

owns a trench-like coat. with a hood. also long cardigans

sometimes when he’s extra he’ll play a bit into the steam punk territory

experiment a bit with makeup, but only on his eyes, he still shy away from lipstick

he braid his hair to sleep so it has nice waves the next day. cares a lot about his hair actually

also basically how @veroww dresses him what a babe

armin

oh boi what a mess

lots and lots of hoodies and generally clothes with hoods so he can hide in them and sleep

literally owns this and that (i have that one and it makes me look like a jedi, so another reason why he’d wear it)

nerd shirts. you know the type.

like he has 3 pokemon shirts and 4 marvel. alexy will not let him go out of the house wearing those. the only one hes allowed to be seen with in public is his star wars one

and fucking memes shirt

like he probably has a white shirt with a shiba inu on it

got that shirt that says “why be racist, sexist, homophobic and transphobic when you could just be quiet” with alexy so they match

one of these guys that only wears black skinny jeans or sweatpants

basically nerdy emo

has like. 2 pair of shoes. really dirty vans that he wear everywhere and a nice pair of boots for like. ass kicking purpose. kidding alex probably made him buy them

“vans or converse?” “vans what the fuck am i an animal”

probably owns a trasher hoodie (ok now thats me projecting bc i headcanon the only sport he can kind of do is skating so) (beside SK8ER BOI ARMIN AM I RIGHT)

also yes, a lot of beanies

anything comfortable, really; doesn’t really own a lot of fancy or statement pieces he wears regularly.

kentin

alex is right ok the military pants looks great and he probably has a great ass in it but jesus boy please change up ur game

i actually haven’t thought a lot about his fashion sense probs because i dont write him as often as the twins or cas or do i thirst over lys

but @ne-neptune has drawn him with glasses and a big jacket today and im lov

probably owns a carhatt jacket thats a bit too big on him

rolls up his sleeves. always. wether his shirts are long sleeves or short sleeves. he. rolls them up. sip sip THEM ARMS THO

wears a concerning amount of beige and green.

LIKES KNITTED SWEATERS OK. HE IS SOFT™

has a camo jacket

wears a lot of baggy pants but is also warmin up to more slim jeans, (not skinny bc its too tight and he doesn’t understand how armin and castiel do it) bc he knows his ass looks gr8

finally bought himself a new pair of fancy glasses he think he look ok with. hint: he’s both cute & fucking hot with them and everyone is thirsty.

combat boots all the way. he does own a pair of old converse that are seriously starting to be worn out, but he still wears them sometimes

alexy because i fucking can

now that’s my B O I

Thriftshop Fashionista™

seriously this boy love thrifstores. he once fucking found gucci shit in there. he’s lucky.

vintage/90s clothes aesthestic.

lightwash jeans with a big belt, weird dad shirt tucked into his jeans

HE TUCKS HIS SHIRT IN HIS JEANS

AND ALSO CUFF THEM WHAT A FASHION ICON

probably also own some peg leg trousers like lysander

his favourite pair of jeans is one he found in a really sketchy store, theres hole at the knees and the bottom of the legs are ripped and there are flower patches going down the entire left side (fun fact: one of my friend has these exact pant he found in a thriftsore and every time he wears them i’m just like. vogue is shook. what a fucking look. fashion icon.)

also probably owns a sweater with roses embroidery

has like 4 denim jacket, each very different; one with patches all over it, one with a giant gay flag on the back, one black with rips in it, and one plain light wash

has one of those weird flashy colored 90s jacket that’s like baby blue and bright orange. it was his mom’s. he stole it from his mom. she let him keep and re question her fashion choices every time he wears it.

weird 90s and dad shirt are his shit. also really big sweaters. weird colors. this boy own a purple knitted sweater with a yellow wolf patch on the back. rosalya hates it. he probably bought it out of spite.

also owns vans. and a pair of combat boots. and a pair of converse. and one pair of black high heels. and orange sneakers. and brown fancy leather boots. and-

he probably steals armin’s trasher hoodie for the aesthetic

also steals his beanies bc what he has like 10

loves embroidered clothes or things with patches or weird flower designs on them

also big ass red sunglasses worn ironically.

vogue is fucking shook by this boy

and that’s all folks

#my candy love #mcl #mcl nathaniel #mcl castiel #mcl lysander #mcl armin #mcl alexy #mcl kentin #mcl headcanon #fashion #i did;; a lot for alex and lys #but u know #theyre the most fashionable in canon so i built on that

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reddiess · 7 years

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your reddie first kiss fic was sooooooo lovely v v cute. if ur still taking prompts could i suggest reddie where richie pathetically attempts to get eddie to wear his jacket without actually saying 'pls wear my jacket u would look so cute'

thank you sososo much anon, I’m sohappy you liked it! I loved this prompt so much because it made me think of90′s punk Richie and preppy Eds ugh I could write 30k more of this so I hopeyou enjoy~if you have a prompt for me feel free to message me i love making myself cry(i also made a mixtape for this listen to it oops)As the months and then the years pass on after the summer of1989, Richie somehow finds himself in the music scene of the eighties and earlynineties. He listens to the radio stations that play rough, raw songs from hisfavorite local bands all day, even obtaining an electric guitar somehow onwhich he strums Don’t you (forget about me) by Simple Minds when he’s alone at home and wants agetaway. He thinks the lyrics he listens to speak to him, and maybe they reallydo. They help him clear his head and gather his thoughts when he feels likefalling apart. He records the bestsongs he hears and makes mixtapes of them just so he can play them again andagain, eventually learning all the words while he struggles to copy the chordprogressions on his shitty guitar. He wears torn jeans that are too short athis ankles and plain shirts he tucks into them. His hair is getting longer andlonger, unruly curls framing his face more and more before he decides to get itcut again – the hair is unstoppable, the speed it’s growing at. He has it shortin the summer because he doesn’t aspire to spontaneously light on fire, but nowthat it’s September and it’s getting colder and colder he doesn’t have itchopped off quite as regularly.

Eddie can’t pinpoint whenit happened, but he does notice that Richie has been really into music andradio lately. He finds it extremely cool – it suits Richie and with the way helooks now, like he could have his own punk band it just somehow all fitstogether. Eddie doesn’t know when Richie became so cool and he doesn’t know whyhe’s friends with him still, plain old Eddie with his clean-cut appearance,hypochondriac Eddie Kaspbrak with his button ups and suspenders. He imagineshow weird they must look next to each other, total opposites. But Richie’s beenhis best friend his whole entire life; he doesn’t give two shits about otherpeople’s opinions.Richie has this jacket that he really likes; it’s a denimjacket that he’s sewn all kinds of things onto himself – he’s proud of hishandiwork. It’s warm, it looks very alt-rock and it’s patched up with all ofhis favorite band’s logos, plus it looks really good on him so what’s not tolike? Eddie says he should take that thing off sometimes but Richie has grownquite attached to it.Eddie hopes he washes it because he sure does wear it a lot. “Thanks Eds, you wanna try it on?” Richie asks thefirst time Eddie compliments his jacket. The smaller boy insists he’s fine soRichie stays put, except now he can’t get that image out of his head – becausehonestly, Eddie would look so cute in something that clashes with his style somuch. He continues sewing stuff like studs and patches onto thefabric until it looks well-worn and much like the ones he’s seen Joe Elliotfrom Def Leppard wear. Several opportunities present themselves where he couldgive it to Eddie, except Eddie Kaspbrak is always prepared for the worst andnormally has his own with him - even in summer. What a loser.*As Eddie steps out into the late September wind, raindropsstart falling onto him right away, dampening his hair. It’s not actuallyraining per se, but it is falling lightly, like water is being filtered througha strainer onto his head. He hates this kind of weather, but if you live inDerry you learn to get used to it. “So cold,” he mumbles to himself, looking for thewarm sweater he wore this morning. “Shit, I left my sweater inside! Waitguys, I’m gonna go grab it.”There’s a jacket being flung out in front of him, the denimone Richie always has on. “Wear this,” he says and upon looking,Eddie realizes his friend is only wearing a thin t-shirt.“No way, you’re going to get sick! Put it on, I’m goingto get my sweater.” He’s already walking inside when Richie decides to puthis jacket back on with a frown. So maybe he has pictured Eddie in his jacketbefore. So what if he wants to keep Eddie warm at all times. It’s not like heactually gets to do it.Eddie emerges from the school once again a minute later, nowclad in a soft looking gray jumper. It makes him look even smaller than heactually is and Richie wonders, not for the first time, how little Eddie wouldlook like with his jacket on. It would be far too big on him, but Richie issure he could pull it off. Eddie has grown over the years but is stillconsidered small for his age - he’s not all skin and bones, more of a soft,slim figure, but he never grew tall. He remained as delicate and graceful as hewas and in Richie’s eyes that’s better than anything else.It hurts to not be able to tell Eddie how much he cares forhim and it hurts not to be able to hold him, or to kiss his cheeks or hold hishands. There is no use in lying to himself. But at the same time it’s ablessing to have Eddie as his best friend because he is the most amazing friendanyone could wish for. So he walks Eddie home in the rain as he normally does; it’sin the opposite direction of his own house but the longer he doesn’t have to gohome the better. They’re walking with Mike for about halfway but he has to takea left where they go right, so they say their goodbyes. Eddie is visiblyshaking from the cold wind, trying to warm up his arms as he walks - Richiecan’t take that, it just won’t do.“Will you please put this on?” he asks, taking hisjacket off again but Eddie just shakes his head. “It’s really cold now, I don’t want you to get sick.We’re almost home.”They round the corner to the house as he shrugs it back onagain. He still can’t get the picture of Eddie, pretty, delicate Eddie in hisjacket out of his head. This is ridiculous.They sit around in Eddie’s room for a while, the smaller boydoing homework while Richie reads a book. Jet city woman by Queensrÿche is playing - one of Richie’s favoritesongs of all time - and he can’t help but fidget all around with nerves. He’strying to gather the courage to say something, to do what he’s wanted to dothis whole week now, except Richie is a chickenshit when it comes toconfessing. For another hour he doesn’t say anything, but then he’s aboutto leleave and it’s almost too late again. Eddie walks him down to the frontdoor and Richie is already going except - there’s something burning a hole intothe inner pocket of his jacket and he wants to get rid of it. Just as Eddie isabout to close the door, Richie turns back.“Wait,” he walks up to him again. “Um… Ihave something to give you.”“Yeah?” Eddie hums, unsuspicious.Richie pulls the item out of his pocket and thrusts it intoEddie’s hands. “Here. Just, um. Listen to it okay?”And just like that he’s gone; his long legs allow him to getout of view fairly quickly. Eddie looks down; it’s a casette that says Mixtape for Eds in Richie’sfamiliar scratch. He runs up the staircase so he can listen to it, and by theend of the casette he’s crying.*Richie is standing at the stairs with Bill and Ben, waitingfor the bell to ring and the others to arrive when Eddie spots him the nextmorning. He’s in all denim today with his pants ripped at the knees, whichEddie knows is more a statement than anything else, his glasses are slidingdown his nose – and he looks so good.He doesn’t notice Eddie until his friend is standing rightnext to him, tugging on his sleeve. “Can I talk to you?”“Sure, Eds,” he answers in surprise, followingEddie somewhat further away from their friends.“What’s up with those two?” Ben turns to Bill afterthe exchange, who just shakes his head.“N-no-not a clue." "I’ve got one,” Stan chimes in. Ben shouts insurprise and almost falls down the stairs.“When did you get here?” He wheezes, clutching hischest. If Richie were here he’d make a joke about Ben having something to hide,but he’s over there talking to Eddie and they… both look weirdly emotional.It almost looks like they’re fighting, with the way Eddie’s eyes are shiny withtears. They can only see Richie’s back now but even that looks slumped.“I think Richie finally confessed." "What?!” Bill and Ben exclaim at the same time,turning to their friend.“What? He’s been in love with Eddie for like twoyears.” Stan deadpans. “Don’t tell me you guys didn’t know.”Bill is not sure you’re supposed to give out someone’s secretlike that, except maybe it wasn’t such a secret, now that he thinks about it.Maybe it does all make sense now, as he looks back to his friends and seesEddie yanking Richie down for a kiss so quick you’d miss it if you blinked. Andmaybe it makes sense that they both look happier they’ve had in a long timethat day, and the days after. Maybe it makes the most sense to see Eddie inRichie’s beloved jacket all the time now, wearing it proudly on top of hislight-colored button ups as if it was a statement. Maybe it is.

#anon #answered #reddie #oneshot #it #it movie #it 2017 #reddie fanfic #reddie oneshot #i write things

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they-are-there-upon-his-head · 7 years

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Hi, I just really need to talk about modern AU great Comet hcs Please love me

an unprompted ask?? for me??? this is the content I signed up for

so yeah i’m just gonna make a big ass list of headcanons lemme know what you think,,, i love modern au so much so this is also a long post beware!!!

these are random as hell but are heavy on the Andrierre, which is good and bad because I love this ship but also I haven’t read War and Peace so some of the Andrey headcanons might be dead wrong

and of course feel free to correct and/or add on to this list! I’d love to hear what you guys have to say about this and I’m always up for talking about Great Comet

so let’s begin

Anatole is a picky picky picky eater, he’ll only eat very specific things like That One All-Natural Organic Overpriced Brand Of Mac ‘N’ Cheese™

9 times out of 10 Helene is going to or drinking Starbucks

Dolokhov will eat ANYTHING but he still ends up going to Taco Bell way too often

he drinks too much Mountain Dew

Pierre keeps his shirt on at the beach/when swimming

he only leaves the house to walk to the local convenience store and buy snacks, and the liquor store to buy booze

Marya loves couponing

Dolokhov prides himself on his cool sneakers

Sonya plays the ukulele

she wears a lot of scarves and flannel and loves autumn

Andrey owns a lot of soft gray sweaters

Mary has a really old ipod nano that has like ten songs on it but she listens to it and dances while she cleans in the morning when her father is asleep

Helene wears athletic wear (track pants, cool sneakers, etc) for the aesthetic but isn’t much of a fan of working out

Andrey goes for a run every morning

Natasha uses the dog filter on Snapchat way too much

Balaga wears a weed hat and weed socks

there’s a 99% chance Anatole has texted “send nudes” in the last 12 hours

Pierre has a lot of t-shirts with random bands on them

Marya loves strong coffee

Natasha and Sonya share a room that’s decorated with fairy lights

Andrey works a bunch of jobs and has really weird hours

lucky for him, Pierre never sleeps

so they often go to the local diner together at 3am and get milkshakes and cheese fries

Pierre fucking loves cheese fries

Sonya had a weeb phase

Dolokhov is still in the tail end of his emo phase tbh

Anatole secretly loves Buzzfeed quizzes

Balaga is an uber driver

Sonya watches a lot of Food Network and HGTV

Natasha loves The Bachelor

Dolokhov watches roast videos

Pierre once watched vine compilations for 13 hours straight

somehow word got around that Dolokhov secretly has an embarrassing tattoo (something along the lines of “I love my mom,” perhaps?) but when confronted about it he turned bright red and vehemently denied its existence

Helene wears those Aesthetic™ shirts with random French words on them from like Forever 21 or something

Dolokhov wears Timberlands and track pants and snapback hats

he also wears his socks pulled up high like your friendly neighborhood fuckboy

Natasha has worn the same pair of Uggs for a long time

Balaga unironically wears Crocs (often paired with his weed socks and oversized denim cutoffs)

Dolokhov takes snowball fights very seriously

Andrey can drive but he hates doing it

he bikes to work and around the city

Mary also hates driving, but that’s because she’s deathly afraid of it

Pierre bought contacts but never uses them, he just wears his glasses instead

Dolokhov is really into sports, both watching them and playing them

his favorites are soccer and basketball

he forces Anatole and Helene to watch some games with him and they hate it

they just rate the players’ attractiveness instead and end up talking and wolf-whistling over all the commentary

Dolokhov is annoyed by it at first, but always ends up joining in and marveling at the muscles on these guys! look at those fucking biceps

Natasha visits Pierre once in awhile and brings some gifts and food (usually baked goods that her and Sonya make)

they just sorta hang out and talk and eat, sometimes Pierre makes tea for them and they have a little tea party

Pierre’s very awkward but Natasha is good at diffusing the awkwardness, mostly by talking a lot about nothing

one time she convinced him to let her paint his nails and honestly??? Pierre kinda liked it

he wanted to tell Andrey about it but Andrey still doesn’t seem ready to talk about Natasha

Pierre’s ok with it though, he’ll give it time. Andrey will come around eventually.

Mary swears by medicinal teas and herbs for almost every ailment

she also collects flowers and dries them and hangs them in her room

Dolokhov does parkour

Balaga runs a meme account

Marya has everything you could ever need in her purse, including napkins, Advil, hand sanitizer, wet wipes, tampons, pepper spray, tweezers, Beyonce’s entire discography, the whole city of Moscow, etc

Pierre has a lot of books on the French Revolution

one Valentine’s Day, Andrey got Pierre a locket with Napoleon’s face in it and Pierre was so confused until he opened it and he just looked so pained while Andrey laughed

honestly Pierre thinks it was actually really fucking clever and it’s kinda sweet that Andrey noticed how into the French Revolution he was

also, he had never seen Andrey laugh as hard as he did in that moment and that made it all worth it

Pierre’s favorite TV show is Gravity Falls, though Ancient Aliens is a close second

he also watches reruns of Jeopardy a lot and is surprisingly good at it

sometimes Andrey will watch it with him; Pierre gets all the history stuff and Andrey gets more of the pop culture questions

Helene listens to Lana Del Rey, Dolokhov has a soft spot for twenty one pilots, and Anatole is always a slut for some Britney

Pierre listens to Radiohead and other depressing existential indie/alternative rock

Natasha is a sucker for a good love song, Broadway musicals, or any happy boppy pop song tbh

Sonya loves folk music and anything with string instruments

Andrey is partial to some good 90s grunge rock (Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Weezer, etc)

Marya listens to pop music of the 70s and 80s music, stuff of the “good old days”

boy oh boy can she GET DOWN to Dancing Queen

Mary thoroughly enjoys Christian rock

Andrey secretly loves to dance, he’s one of those people that just kind of loses himself in the music and is just completely in the zone while dancing

honestly??? Pierre’s jealous because 1. how do you relax while there are people around you and 2. how the hell does Andrey still look cool

Pierre is either too self-conscious to dance or he just kind of nods his head to the beat, that’s all he’ll do

(unless he’s alone in which case it’s WILD)

Dolokhov’s dancing is basically just jumping with some fancy footwork once in awhile

Anatole and Helene twerk. c’mon of course they do

one time Natasha tried to teach herself how to twerk and Marya walked in and grounded her for a week

Pierre thinks The Shawshank Redemption is the pinnacle of cinema and will fight anyone who thinks otherwise

Natasha sings in the shower

Anatole loves chick flicks and has a crush on Ryan Gosling

he forces Dolokhov to watch shitty romcoms with him as revenge for Dolokhov forcing him to watch sports

but I mean they’re all curled up on the couch with their arms around each other and Anatole’s crying and Dolokhov’s laughing at him and they’re eating ice cream and takeout from the one place that Anatole actually likes and it’s just them because Helene’s knows that this is just Too Much™ so she left and she’s basically the voice of reason in their friend group and it’s really quite the experience

Pierre was in a really shitty cover band in college

Balaga is always high

Sonya loves oversized sweaters and leggings

Dolokhov has his ears pierced

Helene has a nose ring

not a day goes by when Anatole doesn’t quote Mean Girls

Mary owns a lot of those wooden blocks with random little quotes on them (you know the ones – they’re in any given Marshalls and dearly beloved by suburban wine moms), like “Be happy” and “Jesus loves you” and “You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy chocolate”

one of Andrey’s many jobs is waiting tables at Applebee’s. Pierre has visited him there a couple times and boy did Andrey look dead inside

the only reason Andrey works so many jobs is so he can afford his own place because his father is a piece of shit

Pierre offered to help with the financial aspect of it but Andrey wouldn’t let him pay for it

still, Andrey ends up sleeping over Pierre’s a lot, not that Pierre minds

Old Prince Bolkonsky exclusively watches FOX news and he yells at the TV a lot

he eats the same thing for lunch every day: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which he makes Mary prepare

fun fact: Mary is allergic to peanuts

Sonya works at an ice cream parlor and brings home desserts for Natasha and Marya

Marya loves chocolate ice cream, Natasha prefers vanilla with rainbow sprinkles

Sonya is a butter pecan kind of girl, if we’re getting into it (and we are)

Anatole likes French vanilla (it has to be French), Helene likes coffee, and Dolokhov is partial to death by chocolate (or something similar)

Bolkonsky has to have peanut butter ice cream, Mary likes strawberry

Andrey prefers sorbet, but if he had to pick, he’d go with pistachio

Pierre’s favorite is cookie dough

Balaga probably found a way to make weed ice cream tbh

Mary loves scrapbooking

Sonya writes fanfic

she loves to read and wishes she lived in a Barnes & Noble

Andrey and Pierre play video games together and they’ve gotten really good at it

neither one of them likes intense fighting games but they do really like Mario Kart

Andrey plays as Yoshi and Pierre plays as Bowser

Pierre tried to teach Natasha how to play but she kept falling off cliffs

her favorite character is Princess Peach

her and Sonya dressed up as Peach and Daisy for Halloween once and it was really cute

Pierre has worn the same black hoodie for two years

Natasha runs an aesthetic blog

she also writes poetry on said blog

one of Andrey’s coworkers keeps accidentally calling him Andrew and it makes Andrey so irritated

the Kuragins can’t swim

Dolokhov tried to teach them but it didn’t work because Helene’s bikini kept falling down and Anatole wouldn’t go under water because it would ruin his hair

if Andrey goes over Pierre’s during the day, he’ll help him clean the house because Pierre has no motivation to do so

about once a month Marya will stop by and remark how disgusting the house is and before Pierre can even defend himself the whole house has been vacuumed, the windows are washed, the laundry’s done, the clothes are folded, the shelves are dusted, the bathroom’s scrubbed, the beds are made, and there’s fresh flowers on the kitchen table

then they hang out and complain about people to each other and it’s a grand old time

Pierre’s really grateful to Marya, but she refuses to take a compliment

let’s be real though, she relishes in watching Pierre keep saying nice things about her because she keeps denying them and he feels obligated to make her agree

Pierre has a shitty Toyota Corolla from the early 90s that has no AC and is being held together by duct tape and he’s afraid to drive it but too attached to sell it

Sonya has a folder on her laptop that’s just pictures of Tegan And Sara. that’s it

Marya doesn’t know how to whisper

Pierre loves the movie theater but will only go if Andrey or Natasha go with him

after the whole Anatole Fiasco™ Natasha and Sonya blocked Helene on Instagram so she kept making fake accounts until they accepted one of the follow requests

Andrey takes Halloween very seriously

Pierre bites his nails

Helene taught Anatole how to do makeup and now he won’t stop contouring

Anatole takes an obnoxious amount of selfies

Sonya’s wardrobe is almost exclusively from Target

Pierre spends an embarrassing amount of time on Wikipedia

Marya had a flip phone up until a couple months ago when Natasha and Sonya convinced her to get an iPhone

Marya hates it because she doesn’t know how to use it and it makes her feel stupid

but Natasha’s teaching her how to use it and it’s kind of growing on her, it’s just so practical and functional and now she has a pretty red case for it that matches her nails and

Marya goes and gets her nails and hair done every couple of weeks, it’s her mandatory “treat yo’ self” ritual

Anatole pretty much only wears pastel colors

Dolokhov pretty much only wears black (or very very very dark gray)

he has a black jean jacket decorated with lots of pins that he wears all the time

there’s a skull pin and one that says “Jesus hates me” and a Blink-182 one and an Obama one and a gay flag one and an eggplant emoji one and one that says “I love my boyfriend” and it’s fucking iconic

his favorite shirt to wear it with is his Batman shirt

Dolokhov likes DC better than Marvel, Pierre’s the other way around (is that what the duel was fought over??? lmao)

Anatole doesn’t care but he thinks RDJ is hot

Andrey likes both and doesn’t understand why everyone’s so angry about it

Helene has an extensive collection of bralettes

Natasha hates pants and only wears skirts or dresses

Sonya doesn’t think she’s very good at drawing or painting but she still does it anyway because it makes her really happy

Pierre once said “love you” while talking on the phone with Andrey and he didn’t know what to do so he just PANICKED and chucked his phone across the room but he forgot to hang up and it turns out Andrey didn’t even hear what he said after all

ehhh hopefully this is pretty good? it was fun to make and made me laugh while writing it but let me know what you think!! and please add on to this post, i need more modern au headcanons hhhhhh

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Spring shopping is all we can think about right now, and if you...

Spring shopping is all we can think about right now, and if you live in New York, it’s also what you’ve been dreaming about ever since winter hit. The weather in this fickle city is finally starting to shift and with temperatures rising and flowers blooming, the only thing left to do is buy a festive seasonal wardrobe to match. While the runways and Instagram are places we regularly draw sartorial inspiration from, sometimes it’s a quick fix at Zara that does just the trick.

In New York, there’s a Zara in essentially every neighborhood and considering how much time we (NYC dwellers) spend on foot, it's common for us to “stumble” into the fast-fashion retailer for a little pick me up. Curious what we’re adding to our carts this season? I reached out to a handful of some of the most stylish fashion editors in New York to find out what each are eyeing and buying from Zara for spring 2019 . Since these women have an extreme pulse on nearly everything in this industry, I figured having them spill the contents of their Zara shopping carts could help you discover some product you might not have otherwise batted an eye at.

From the perfect basic tank top to an on-trend tie-dye skirt, check out what New York’s most stylish fashion editors are buying this spring from Zara and why.

“Having a really big love for knitted sweater pants lately; they’re so easy to style up and down. These are simple enough where you could style them with a sweater and it might even look like you’re wearing a matching set.” “Kelly green! It’s a color that I’ve always been afraid to try, but spring seems like a good time to introduce this color to my closet.” “Love these cute sparkling hair clips! They remind me of middle school in the best way possible.” “I recognize that I’m about two years late to the trend, but I am very into blazers this spring. This is a good starter blazer for me before I dive into the crazier more colorful ones.” “I’ve been looking for more sophisticated ways to incorporate the tie-dye trend into my wardrobe and love the subtlety of this floaty skirt. Perfect for work.” “Okay, I don’t have any beach vacations planned yet, but when I do I want to bring along this tiny shell bag.” “Every year I pick a lightweight slightly sheer cotton top to pair with jeans for the spring and summer. This year I have my eye on this pretty embroidered style.” “After months of searching for the perfect boot, I’m pretty sure I’ve found them. The sculptural heel and cream hue make them feel especially fresh for the coming months.” “I’m headed to Coachella this year, and all I want to wear is a colorful crochet dress. It’s easy, effortless, and fun all at once.” “This will make for a perfect bathing suit coverup for summer trips.” “I would wear these with jeans and a T-shirt any night of the week.” “Is it just me, or is this white tank top particularly wonderful?” “All spring season, the runways introduced the new suit—the short suit. So I feel like it’s my duty to test it out. This light blue textured set it the perfect way to ease your way into the trend." "A crochet knit dress is definitely on my buying list this season, and I am obsessing over this colorful one, not to mention, it will definitely be the most colorful thing I own.” “Shells are everywhere – from earrings to necklaces to shoes and now bags. I really don’t think there’s such a thing of having too many shells this spring.” “Hawaiin prints, cheetah prints, floral prints. Need I say more?” “During warmer seasons, I tend to prefer modest silhouettes over shorts and skirts. I’m more traditional in a sense where I love to wear pants year-round. Bonus points if they’re loose, effortless, and casual.” “I’m a slave to mules and have yet to jump on barely there ‘90s sandal bandwagon (it’s just so much exposure!). This optic white pair with a sculptural heels feels like a more wearable version with more support around the toes. I plan to wear these with everything from low-slugs denim to dresses and midi skirts for summer." "As you can see, my new go-to sandals pair perfectly with this nude knit dress, which, in my opinion, is crazy-chic.” “I want to step up my necklace layering game this season by mixing in some color. This bead and shell version will stand out against my delicate pendants and chains.” “I’m coming up on my ninth year in Manhattan (one year away from becoming an official New Yorker!), which means I can’t quite give up black in the summer. This flowy midi skirt is my perfect style with a tank top in warm weather. The natural details keep it from feeling out of touch in the sunny season.” “An oversize blazer is the perfect lightweight jacket to throw on over a dress, jeans and a tee, and more.” “Wedges are officially back. Living in New York in the summer means lots of walking in lots of heat. These low-to-the-ground wedges are perfect for all my summer city needs.” “I’m a sucker for trends, and tie-dye is one I’ve been anxious to dive into come spring. I love this midi dress because it’s both festive and sleek.” “It might just be me, but a good cropped T-shirt sometimes seems hard to come by. I love this simple white version. The neckline, crop, and fit look just right.” “Sporty sandals are another trend I’m more than ready to wear this season. I love the contrast of pairing them with a cool suit or a frilly dress.” Next up, shop the 25 Zara items that will be everywhere in seven days.

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Spring shopping is all we can think about right now, and if you live in New York, it's also what you've been dreaming about ever since winter hit. The weather in this fickle city is finally starting to shift and with temperatures rising and flowers blooming, the only thing left to do is buy a festive seasonal wardrobe to match. While the runways and Instagram are places we regularly draw sartorial inspiration from, sometimes it's a quick fix at Zara that does just the trick. In New York, there's a Zara in essentially every neighborhood and considering how much time we (NYC dwellers) spend on foot, it's common for us to "stumble" into the fast-fashion retailer for a little pick me up. Curious what we're adding to our carts this season? I reached out to a handful of some of the most stylish fashion editors in New York to find out what each are eyeing and buying from Zara for spring 2019 . Since these women have an extreme pulse on nearly everything in this industry, I figured having them spill the contents of their Zara shopping carts could help you discover some product you might not have otherwise batted an eye at. From the perfect basic tank top to an on-trend tie-dye skirt, check out what New York's most stylish fashion editors are buying this spring from Zara and why. "Having a really big love for knitted sweater pants lately; they're so easy to style up and down. These are simple enough where you could style them with a sweater and it might even look like you're wearing a matching set." "Kelly green! It's a color that I've always been afraid to try, but spring seems like a good time to introduce this color to my closet." "Love these cute sparkling hair clips! They remind me of middle school in the best way possible." "I recognize that I'm about two years late to the trend, but I am very into blazers this spring. This is a good starter blazer for me before I dive into the crazier more colorful ones." "I've been looking for more sophisticated ways to incorporate the tie-dye trend into my wardrobe and love the subtlety of this floaty skirt. Perfect for work." "Okay, I don't have any beach vacations planned yet, but when I do I want to bring along this tiny shell bag." "Every year I pick a lightweight slightly sheer cotton top to pair with jeans for the spring and summer. This year I have my eye on this pretty embroidered style." "After months of searching for the perfect boot, I'm pretty sure I've found them. The sculptural heel and cream hue make them feel especially fresh for the coming months." "I'm headed to Coachella this year, and all I want to wear is a colorful crochet dress. It's easy, effortless, and fun all at once." "This will make for a perfect bathing suit coverup for summer trips." "I would wear these with jeans and a T-shirt any night of the week." "Is it just me, or is this white tank top particularly wonderful?" "All spring season, the runways introduced the new suit—the short suit. So I feel like it’s my duty to test it out. This light blue textured set it the perfect way to ease your way into the trend." "A crochet knit dress is definitely on my buying list this season, and I am obsessing over this colorful one, not to mention, it will definitely be the most colorful thing I own." "Shells are everywhere – from earrings to necklaces to shoes and now bags. I really don't think there's such a thing of having too many shells this spring." "Hawaiin prints, cheetah prints, floral prints. Need I say more?" "During warmer seasons, I tend to prefer modest silhouettes over shorts and skirts. I'm more traditional in a sense where I love to wear pants year-round. Bonus points if they're loose, effortless, and casual." "I'm a slave to mules and have yet to jump on barely there '90s sandal bandwagon (it's just so much exposure!). This optic white pair with a sculptural heels feels like a more wearable version with more support around the toes. I plan to wear these with everything from low-slugs denim to dresses and midi skirts for summer." "As you can see, my new go-to sandals pair perfectly with this nude knit dress, which, in my opinion, is crazy-chic." "I want to step up my necklace layering game this season by mixing in some color. This bead and shell version will stand out against my delicate pendants and chains." "I'm coming up on my ninth year in Manhattan (one year away from becoming an official New Yorker!), which means I can't quite give up black in the summer. This flowy midi skirt is my perfect style with a tank top in warm weather. The natural details keep it from feeling out of touch in the sunny season." "An oversize blazer is the perfect lightweight jacket to throw on over a dress, jeans and a tee, and more." "Wedges are officially back. Living in New York in the summer means lots of walking in lots of heat. These low-to-the-ground wedges are perfect for all my summer city needs." "I'm a sucker for trends, and tie-dye is one I’ve been anxious to dive into come spring. I love this midi dress because it’s both festive and sleek." "It might just be me, but a good cropped T-shirt sometimes seems hard to come by. I love this simple white version. The neckline, crop, and fit look just right." "Sporty sandals are another trend I’m more than ready to wear this season. I love the contrast of pairing them with a cool suit or a frilly dress." Next up, shop the 25 Zara items that will be everywhere in seven days.

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As Long as You Love Me

This oneshot is 5358 words of pure love. I started this after my very first oneshot. I couldn’t figure out where I wanted to go with it. I love the Backstreet Boys and this song. I always thought it was perfect for Cory and Topanga and Rucas. I finally figured it out and I hope you enjoy.

As Long as You Love Me

It was Friday, two weeks before Homecoming at Abigail Adams High. Riley and her friends were so excited. They were sophomores now and had settled into the high school routine pretty well. They were all taking part in different clubs and activities and Homecoming was the highlight of football season. Homecoming was a time-honored tradition and Riley was eager to participate this year. Last year the triangle had just ended and they were all still adjusting to things.

Homecoming week was planned and each day would have a different theme. The gang probably wouldn’t participate in every activity but wanted to show their school spirit. Every day had a different theme with prizes going to the three people in each grade that best represented the day’s theme. All you had to do to participate was wear clothes from the different eras that were chosen for that day. Monday would be 60’s Day. Tuesday was 70’s Day. Wednesday was 80’s Day. Riley’s favorite day would be 90’s Day and Friday would be School Spirit Day. The whole week would end with a pep assembly and the football game on Friday night followed by the Homecoming Dance.

The gang had decided to meet at Topanga’s on a Saturday afternoon, two weeks before Homecoming, to talk about their ideas for the week. The kids all had various ideas for outfits from the different decades. Some of them would hit second hand stores or raid their parents or grandparent’s closets. Riley had found some 70’s and 80’s stuff in a nearby second hand store and she knew that her grandmother had some cool stuff in her attic from the 60’s. They would be in town to visit a week before homecoming and her grandmother promised to bring the items to Riley then. The only decade Riley knew she wouldn’t have any trouble with at all was the 90’s. Her parents were teenagers in the 90’s and she knew her mother’s sense of style and the fact that Topanga was a bit of a pack rat meant that her families storage space in the basement of the building would give her and Lucas an edge for 90’s day. The rest of the gang had raided their parent’s closets, but Riley was positive her or Lucas would take one of the prizes for 90’s Day.

After the gang left Topanga’s and Lucas had walked her home, she entered the apartment and went in search of her mother. Topanga was in Auggie’s room putting some laundry away. Riley knocked on Auggie’s door, making Topanga jump.

“Riley! You scared me to death!” Topanga yelled,

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Riley said in apology. “I have a favor I need to ask.”

“What kind of favor, Riley?” Topanga asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Well, as you know Homecoming week is coming up at school and me and my friends have been making plans for all the daily events. I need some ideas for 90’s day and I was wondering if I could get the key to our storage space so that I could look through some of your and daddy’s old clothes. I know you still have some of them.” Riley informed her mother.

“Oh, that sounds like fun! Do you want some help?” Topanga asked her.

“Of course, I would love your help. You know where all the good stuff is and it would save some time.” Riley was nearly jumping for joy at her mother’s offer to help.

“Auggie is with your father, so I’m free right now, if that works for you.” Topanga informed Riley.

“What are we waiting for then?” Riley asked. She grabbed her mother’s hand and headed down the hall to the living room. She was headed to the front door when Topanga stopped her.

“What?” Riley asked.

Topanga went to the kitchen and opened a drawer and pulled out a set of keys. “We need the key to get in the storage space,” she said as she held the key ring up and jingled it. Topanga walked back to Riley and grabbed her hand and they headed out the door. Instead of waiting for the elevator, they took the stairs to the basement.

Riley hated the basement. It was so dark and dusty. She knew spiders and other critters were lurking in the dark corners and shadows. She was really glad her mother came down here with her. “Where is our storage space, Mom?” She asked.

Topanga didn’t like the basement either. She thought it was creepy and kept turning on every light switch they saw. “It’s just up ahead, Riley.” They walked along until they got to the familiar cage with the number 26 on the door. Topanga fumbled through the keys until she found the one that would open the lock on the door. She slid the door open and laid the lock and keys on the floor just inside the door. She found the light switch and turned on the lights. When she saw how much stuff was sitting in the space she cringed. She and Cory really needed to purge themselves of some of this stuff. There were stacks and stacks of boxes, as well as some furniture items hidden under sheets and blankets. They only came down here twice a year. Once to get the Christmas decorations out and once to put them away. She knew where the items Riley was looking for were. They headed to the back of the space.

Riley couldn’t believe the amount of stuff that was in the storage space. It was all neatly stacked though. She followed her mother into the space and she immediately tripped over something that was sticking in the walk way. Thankfully her mother caught her so that she didn’t land on the floor. When she looked to see what she had tripped over she pulled back a blanket to reveal a wooden crib. “Mom, is this Auggie’s crib?” she asked her mother.

Topanga turned to look at what Riley was talking about. “Yea, that was Auggie’s crib, yours too. Grandma and Grandpa Matthew’s gave that crib to us before you were born. Who knows, maybe someday your and Auggie’s children will sleep in that crib.”

Riley rubbed her hand along the smooth surface of the wood. It was weird to think of the future. She wondered if her and Lucas would be together that long. She knew that she loved him. She just wished she had the nerve to tell him and just hoped he would feel the same way. Her mother called her name, pulling her out of her thoughts and back to the task at hand. She walked over to where her mother had found a seat on an old cooler. Riley found an old plastic milk crate that she turned upside down for herself to sit on.

Topanga had found the boxes that she believed Riley would need. “I think these boxes have some of my old clothes in them, maybe even some of your father’s things.” Topanga said.

Riley started rummaging through some of the boxes with her mom. She pulled out some short denim skirts she thought might work, then she found some dresses that looked a lot like some of the ones that she had, just different colors and prints. “Mom, this looks like some of my dresses that I have now.”

Topanga looked up from the box that she was looking at to see what Riley was talking about. “Oh, my goodness, that’s my skater dress. It does look just like some of yours. There is a denim vest and belt that I used to wear with that, somewhere.” Just as Topanga said it Riley found the vest and some clunky short leather boots as well.

“Mom, what are these?” Riley asked, holding up the boots.

“Those are my Doc Martens. I wore those with everything. Your father even had a pair, his were low tops, but he had some, as well.” Topanga said laughing. She turned and went back to the box she was looking in.

Riley kept looking through the box and when she came to the bottom of it she found some old CDs and an odd looking round thing with headphones attached. She took the stack of CD cases and started looking through them, there were names like Hanson, The Spice Girls, Jewel, Elton John, The Backstreet Boys, Celine Dion and Mariah Carey. “Mom, I think I found your music from the 90’s” Riley said. “But what is this thing with the huge headphones attached to it?”

Topanga walked over to Riley and took the CD’s from her. “Oh, wow! You found some of my CDs and my Discman?” Topanga thought she had gotten rid of these things.

“Your who?” Riley asked with a confused look on her face.

“Discman. It’s a portable CD player and those headphones are how you listened to the music. You’ve seen headphones before.” Topanga explained. “I can’t believe these are here.”

“Mom, who are the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys?” Riley asked.

“Well, the spice girls were an English pop group that were super popular for a few years. They had this cool song called, Wannabe. The Backstreet Boys were an American boy band that first made it big in 1997. I may or may not have had a secret crush on one or two of them. I loved their music.” Topanga said, answering Riley’s question.

“I guess that means you thought some of them were really cute?” Riley asked.

“Yea, at the time. I was a 17-year-old girl and all teenage girls loved them. But, I still loved your dad.” she said.

They rummaged through a few more boxes and Riley was satisfied with what she found for her and Lucas. She hoped her dad’s Doc Martens would fit Lucas. She found a denim shirt for him and she settled on the skater dress with the denim vest and her mom’s Doc Martens. She found some hair scrunchies, that her mom said were all the rage in the 90’s. She also asked her mom if she could take the CDs to listen to as well. Her mom found an empty box to put all her things in and they turned off the lights and closed the door and left the basement.

When Riley returned to the apartment, she thanked her mother for helping her and went to her room. When she got to her room she placed the box on the floor by the bay window and took a seat. She had forgotten that she left her cell phone there and decided to check to see if Lucas had texted. She had a couple missed calls from Maya and a text from Lucas. She would call Maya later so, she opened the text from Lucas. Hey Riles you’ll never guess what I found in my dad’s closet. They’ll be really cool for 70’s Day. Call me when you get this... She dialed his number, eager to tell him about her own treasure hunt.

(Lucas in bold)

Hey Riles!

Hey, Babe. Tell me about this awesome find of yours that will make 70’s Day.

Well, I went through my dad’s closet and found a baby blue leisure suit and white platform shoes and a white belt. He says the suit was Pappy Joe’s, but I don’t believe him. The shoes were his though and it all fits. What about you? Did you have any luck with the 90’s stuff?

Oh yea. My mom took me down to our storage space. I found the coolest stuff. I even found some old CDs of my moms and this portable disc player called a Discman, it’s really strange. Why don’t you come over and you can try on these shoes that I found and we can listen to this music.

Bay window or front door?

My dad is out with Auggie so, bay window.

Okay, be there in an hour. See you then.

Riley walked over to the bay window and started pulling items out of the box. She was really interested in hearing those CDs, especially the Backstreet Boys. There were 4 or 5 of their CD’s so her mother must have really liked them. She turned on her laptop that was sitting in the window seat and inserted the disk into the drive and waited for it to play. It was the Backstreet Boys CD, Backstreet’s Back. Her mother had told her that was their first album. As the first song played she could see why her mom liked this music. She still listens to pop music all the time. Riley decided to let the music play while she was looking through the items she had collected for Homecoming week.

She was pretty happy with the items and was sure that she could win one of the prizes for 90’s Day. As the songs played, Riley kept sorting and putting items away. Just as she was sitting down back at her computer a song came on that she really liked. She looked at the CD case to see the name of the song, As Long as You Love Me. She turned the volume up and listened more intently. As the song was playing her mother came in her room and sat at the bay window with her, listening to the song.

As the song ended, Riley turned to her mother and noticed she had tears in her eyes. “Mom, are you okay?” Riley asked. She reached up and brushed the stray tear from Topanga’s cheek, “why are you crying?”

Topanga stood and walked over to Riley’s dresser and grabbed a tissue and wiped the unshed tears away. “That song was a favorite of mine and your father. It just reminds me of when we were young and so crazy in love.”

“It is a really good song, I like what it says.” Riley said softly. “Is this your and dad’s song?”

“It’s one of our songs, we have several. One night, we were doing homework for Feeny’s class, while listening to the radio and this song came on. Your father, being the romantic guy that he is, asked me to dance.” Topanga was reminiscing. “We were in your grandparent’s living room and we danced. It is one of my favorite memories and when I hear this song, it always takes me back.”

“Aww, mom, that’s so sweet. Who knew that my dad was such a sappy romantic at heart.” Riley said while giggling. “By the way, Lucas is going to be here in a little while. He’s using the bay window and yes, we’ll keep the door open.”

“Speaking of Lucas, I have a question for you, Riley.” Topanga asked, knowing how Riley felt about him. “Have you told Lucas how you feel about him yet? Have you told him that you love him or has he told you?”

Riley took a deep breath and answered her mother’s question, “No, I haven’t. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to scare him off.

“Oh sweetie, trust me, he feels the same way about you. I think he has for quite a while.” Topanga said, trying to ease her daughter’s mind. “So, neither one of you has said a word?”

Riley shook her head no and looked at her feet. Topanga put her hand under Riley’s chin and pulled her head back up, gently. “Riley, don’t be afraid of your feelings. It could turn out to be one of the best things you ever did. Whether you and Lucas are forever, or not, he deserves to know how you really feel. You deserve to know how he really feels.” Topanga pulled her daughter close to her and gave her a hug, which Riley returned.

“Thanks for the words of wisdom and the advice, mom. I love you.” Riley told her mother as she hugged her.

“Well, who knows, this could be a story you tell my grandchildren someday. Make sure you and Lucas have them call me Nana Topie.” Topanga said with a laugh as she let go of Riley.

Riley smiled at what her mother said. Whether those grandchildren belonged to her and Lucas or someone else, she knew that Nana Topie, would be one of the best grandmothers a kid could have.

“Riley, do you mind if I borrow that CD?” Topanga asked.

“It is your CD, so of course you can have it.” Riley removed the CD from her computer and handed it to her mother. Once Topanga left the room, Riley pulled up her Spotify account on her computer and added the song to her Lucas playlist. Anytime she heard a song that reminded her of him, she’d add it to this playlist.

She was laying on her bed listening to the song for the third time, when she heard a knock on the bay window. She rolled from her back to her stomach and looked to see Lucas’ smiling at her through the closed window. She had forgotten to unlock the window. She got up off the bed and went to the window to let Lucas in.

Lucas was surprised to find the bay window locked. Riley always unlocked it when she knew he was coming over. He looked inside the window and saw her laying on her back on her bed. He decided to knock on the window to get her attention. Once he had her attention and she unlocked the window, Lucas climbed in and as he stood, he was attacked by the beautiful brunette. She launched herself at him and as luck would have it he caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He took advantage of the situation and held on to her for a bit so he could hug her. Holding her always made his heart beat fast.

The girl in his arms was a wonder to him. She made everything better, she made him better. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on the moment it happened, but Lucas knew that he was head over heels in love with this girl. Of course, he hadn’t shared that little tidbit of information with Riley. He was afraid she wouldn’t feel the same and Lucas just didn’t know if he could handle that. He never wanted to lose her and wasn’t sure if they didn’t share the same feelings for each other if it would be so easy to go back to being her friend. They were friends, he considered Riley his best friend, different than Zay and Farkle. He just didn’t want to lose what they shared. He wouldn’t be the same without her in his life.

As he inhaled the sweet floral scent that seemed to surround her, he didn’t want to let go. But she was the first to break the silence.

“Lucas, is everything okay?” she asked as she loosened her hold on him.

The smile had disappeared from her face and he couldn’t have that, he never wanted to be the reason that she didn’t smile. “Everything is fine, Riley. I was just enjoying the moment.”

“Me too,” she said with a blush and the smile returning to her face. “I like all of our moments.”

“Well then, you should know the feeling is mutual.” Lucas said with a smile on his handsome face. So, where are these shoes you wanted me to try on?”

Riley walked over to the end of her bed where she had set her dad’s old Doc Marten’s. She picked up the clunky shoes and walked back to the bay window and gave them to Lucas. “Here you go, these were my dad’s back in the 90’s. If they fit you can use them for 90’s Day. Apparently, the look for part of the decade was denim on denim and whatever else you could pair it with.” Riley informed him. “I have a pair of boots just like them that were my mom’s. I also found one of his shirts and an old denim jacket that you can use. You’ll have to use your own jeans and gel your hair really well.”

“Gel, my hair?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, big hair was in and the dudes always gelled their hair for styling. So, yea, don’t worry, I have some you can use.” Riley said seriously.

“Okay, whatever my princess wants.” Lucas said with a smirk. He tried the shoes on and pulled the shirt on over his green t-shirt he was wearing.

After Lucas, had pulled the shirt on Riley checked out the look. Her dad’s shirt was a little snug across Lucas’s chest and on his arms, but she liked it. Topanga walked in just at that moment and noticed the denim shirt on Lucas.

“Whoa, is that Cory’s old shirt that you brought up from storage?” Topanga asked.

“Yea, what do you think?” Lucas asked her. Riley couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Mr. Matthews never looked that good in it. He didn’t um… fill it out quite so well. Yea, anyway do you kids want something to eat and drink? I have some sandwiches and sodas I can bring you.” She told them.

Lucas was getting ready to pull the shirt off when a mesmerized Riley grabbed his arm to stop him, “leave it on, I like it,” she said with a goofy grin on her face. Lucas did as she asked.

Topanga still waiting for an answer could see shy Riley couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lucas in that shirt. She walked over to Riley and snapped her fingers in front of her face. Riley snapped out of her trance and just looked at her mother.

Lucas spoke up, “We would love the sandwiches and some sodas, Mrs. Matthews. Thank you.” Lucas just looked at Riley, wondering what was going on with her.

Riley was glad that her mother snapped her out of whatever it was that had come over her. She really didn’t expect Lucas to look so good in that shirt, it really wasn’t his style. Lucas generally made any clothing he wore look good though.

Lucas finally asked Riley if he could take the shirt off and she relented. He was still wearing the shoes, they were pretty comfy. He went to hang the shirt on a hanger to save it from wrinkling and realized that the same song had been playing since he got there.

“Riley what is this music you’re playing and why is it the same song?” it’s a good song but listening to it over and over is getting a little old.” He told her.

“Maybe if you would take the time to listen to the words, you’d like it. It’s from an old CD of my mom’s. It’s As Long as You Love Me by The Backstreet Boys. I found it on Spotify and downloaded it to my Lu… um, my playlist.” She nearly blurted out her secret. “I must have it on repeat. I’ll stop it.” She walked over to the bed and picked up her laptop to stop the song, she just Lucas wouldn’t look over her shoulder.

“What’s the name of that playlist, Riley?” Lucas asked, with a smirk. He could have sworn she was about to say Lucas playlist. “You don’t have to stop the song, I’d like to listen to it and hear the words like you said.”

She stopped what she was doing and put the laptop down. “The playlist really doesn’t have a name. It’s just a list of songs that I really like.” She got up off the bed and walked over to him. “Do the shoes fit okay? Do you want to see what I’m going to wear?”

“Yea, that would be awesome.” He answered. Lucas took the time while she was in the bathroom changing to listen to the words of the song. It was these words that struck him:

Don't care what is written in your history

As long as you're here with me

I don't care who you are

Where you're from

What you did

As long as you love me

Who you are

Where you're from

Don't care what you did

As long as you love me

He wanted to replay that part, so he turned the computer around and backed the song up to the beginning. It was then that he noticed the title of the playlist, Loving Lucas. She had a playlist for him. He couldn’t believe it. He heard the bathroom door open in the hall, so he got up off the bed and went to the bay window. He didn’t want her to see him looking at the computer.

She walked into the room to see Lucas still sitting in the bay window and the song still playing in the background. “Well, this is it, what do you think?” she asked.

Lucas was at a loss for words, she was wearing a short dress that was yellow with white sleeves and a butterfly print all over it. She had a black belt at her waist and it was topped with a denim vest. Her hair was down and with half of it pulled into a ponytail on top of her head. On her feet were the same shoes as he was wearing only hers were boots. She was beautiful. He stood up and walked over to her and told her, “Riley, you look beautiful! The outfit looks great on you.”

Topanga picked that moment to show up with the sandwiches and drinks. She set the tray with their food down on Riley’s desk and walked over to the kids. She couldn’t believe her daughter was standing here in an old outfit of hers. “Riley, you look great, If I didn’t know better I would swear you walked right out of 1997. I don’t remember that dress being that short on me, but you were born taller than me so that’s to be expected.”

Riley and Lucas sat there staring at each other for a moment. “Well. I’m going to go put my other clothes back on. Be right back.” It was like she couldn’t get out of the room fast enough.

Lucas turned to thank Mrs. Matthews for the food. “Thanks for the sandwiches Mrs. Matthews. It’s really great of you to feed me.”

“Don’t be silly, Lucas. I’m happy to do it. Can I ask you a question?” Topanga asked. Someone had to get these two to open up about their feelings. They could talk for hours about anything and everything, except how they felt. Lucas shook his head yes so this was her shot. “When are you going to tell her how you feel? I know you want to?” Before he could answer her, she turned and left the room.

Lucas was left speechless. How could Riley’s mother possibly know what he was feeling. Riley walked back into the room and took the tray of food and sat on the floor. Lucas sat next to her and took the plate of food she offered. He hardly touched his food, while Riley inhaled hers.

“Lucas is something wrong?” she asked. “Is the sandwich not good?”

“No Riley, there is nothing wrong with the food. Why are you playing this song over and over? Have you listened to the words?” he asked.

“I’ll turn it off if it bothers you. I just thought it kind of described us.” Riley told him.

“Why because of my past? I don’t understand?” he asked. He needed to know if she felt the same as him.

“Did you not listen to the words? I don’t care what written in your history. I don’t care where you’re from or what you did, the only thing that matters is if you love me. I just want to know; do you love me Lucas?”

Lucas swallowed the lump that was in his throat. He was suddenly unable to speak. He picked up his soda and took a big drink. He stood up and walked to the foot of her bed. He turned around and squeaked out the only words he could think to say. “Riley, will you come over here and dance with me?”

She knew he was nervous, heck she was nervous. When he didn’t answer her question, she got a little more nervous. She stood and walked over to him. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close. She felt him put his hands on her waist and pull her closer to him. He started swaying slowly to the music. Trying to figure out what to say she finally said, ”Lucas you have to know that the things that you did in your past don’t matter to me at all, I love the person you are now. I just need to know if you feel the same way.”

He couldn’t believe that she just said she loved the person that he was. Those words were meant everything and he had to say them to her as well. He loosened his hold on her so that he could see her face. “Did you just say that you loved me?”

She blushed a bit and looked down. He put two fingers under her chin and made her lift her head so that she was looking him in the eyes. She bit her bottom lip, “Yes, Lucas, I love you. I’m in love with you and I’ve been too afraid to say anything for fear of you not feeling the same way.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her. He wrapped his arms back around her waist pulling her back to him. “Silly girl, don’t you know I have loved you for so long now. I don’t know when it happened, it just did and I’ve been dying to tell you but was afraid. I’m in love with you, Riley Matthews and know that as long as we love each other, everything is going to be alright.”

She pulled him closer if possible. They were cheek to cheek and she whispered in his ear, “Why were we so afraid to tell each other? We talk about everything else so, why was this so hard?”

“I’m 17 and your 16. That’s why it was so hard. Feelings are still new to us and hard to share. But now that I’ve said it once I want everyone to know. I could yell it from the roof of this building!” He said.

“You would do it to, wouldn’t you? I think for the moment I just want to keep it between us, and my mom. She said something to you didn’t she?” She chuckled at the thought of her matchmaking mother.

“Yes, she did. But it’s okay. If I had known it would feel this wonderful I would have done it sooner.” He said. He pulled away just a little to look in her eyes. He leaned forward and closed the distance between them with a kiss.

Topanga was standing in the hall with a smile on her face when she heard the front door. She walked down the hall to the living room. Cory had just hung up his jacket when he turned to her and told her that Auggie was having a sleep over with Doy and that he was free for the evening. Topanga smiled and picked up a small remote control and clicked a button.

Cory wondered what his wife was up to. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she used the remote for the small stereo in their living room. When the music started playing, he smiled and a million memories of yesterday came to mind. “Oh, this is my cue. Would you like to dance with me Mrs. Matthews?” he asked.

She walked into his arms and said, “I’d love to Cory. I’m glad you remembered.”

“How could I ever forget this song and what it has meant to us over the years. I always knew that as long as we loved each other, everything would be okay.

#as long as you love me #backstreet boys #corpanga #rucas #sheila's fic #rucas fanfic

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