#Rosie is doing whatever Rosie does so no pic right now

[queasybakeovens]

The smellers

[bbyquokka]

6:55 pm (bc)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: fem reader, unestablished relationship, virgin reader, fuckboy chan, best friend chan, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, pet names.

words: 1.4k ~ (1470)

a/n: this + the teaser pics = this mess. this sucks but i havent wrote smut since the changbin fic

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“c-chan. wait–” you breathily whimper, fingers wrapped around the man's black locks. his fingertips dig into the skin of your thighs, teeth scraping the insides before gently nipping at the skin.

he looks at you through his lashes, a cocky and mischievous smirk resting on his lips. his tongue slowly darts out to moisten the skin leaving them to glisten in the faint light from the residue of his saliva.

you swallow thickly, your heart beating against your chest at an erratic pace. your body temperature has risen to max. it's a habit of yours to speak and not know when to shut up, especially in embarrassing situations–like five minutes ago to be exact.

you casually stated to your best friend (and fuckboy for that matter) that you've never been eaten out before. chan is your best male friend, a person you feel safe with so you have no problem over sharing, however, once you realised what you had said due to the fact that chan had a shit eating grin, did you curse yourself of your bad habit.

chan is the type of person to only do one night stands. he claims that relationships require time and effort–which he doesn't have right now. one night stands are easy for him. it's a quick fuck and you're done.

you don't care. chan is a grown man, he can do whatever he likes. however, you've heard the rumours floating around about how good chan is at eating pussy so naturally, it piqued your curiosity.

you just didn't expect that same man to be between your legs at this current moment in time.

“you want me to wait?” he cocks his eyebrow. the silver from his brow piercing faintly catching the light. “even after i've got you this worked up?”

you swallow as he hums. his fingertips delicately rubbing your aching cunt through the material of your soaked panties. he presses the pad of his finger against your clit, applying enough pressure to send tingles of pleasure up your spine. you gently tug on his hair causing chan to laugh 

“you and me both know that you don't want me to stop, doll.” he purrs before suckling on the skin of your inner thigh. he leaves purple bruises and teeth marks, your body reacting to the foreign yet pleasurable feeling.

he leaves feather-like kisses on the skin, inching closer and closer to your cunt. he looks up at you for any signs of him to stop, but when he is met with nothing but rosy cheeks and doe eyes, he continues. 

using his middle and index finger, he slowly rubs between your folds through your panties. you let out shaky breathes, chan humming softly as he feels how wet your panties are.

“fuck.. your panties have soaked up your juices nicely.”

“do you have to comment on it?” you mumble, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you.

“what can i say? i like to be vocal.” he says with a smirk before hooking his fingers under the waistband. “can i?”

you nod slowly, swallowing your accumulated saliva. you lift your hips up as chan pulls your panties down your legs and onto the floor. you're met with the cold air of the room hitting your soaked pussy as chan stares at it with hungry eyes.

“shit.. it's so pretty. you're so pretty yn.”

“stoppp.” you whine, legs aromatically closing as an attempt to make chan not stare anymore.

“no.” he whispers, gently prying your legs open again “let me see.” 

you whimper. cheeks flushing pink as you watch chan. his hungry eyes flicker as they take in every detail of your lower half. the way your slick coats your folds and shimmers in the light. how puffy and swollen your clit is. how your entrance pulsates as it waits to be filled with something.

“gosh you're so pretty!” he growls before diving head first between your legs. you shriek as a sudden explosion of pleasure shoots up your spine due to chan's wet tongue gliding over your puffy clit.

“f-fuckk!!” you groan out. he hums as he uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around the bud before licking long strips. he then starts to suck and gently nibble on the bud before slowly licking down to your entrance. 

you moan his name softly, his tongue lapping up your slick. he moans against your cunt from the way you taste, a switch inside him suddenly flipping making him want more of you. the way you sound, the way you taste makes him want so much more of you.

you tug at his hair as his tongue dives in and out of your entrance. breathy moans and shaky whimpers escape from your throat as your body and mind becomes consumed with the foreign feeling of pleasure. you free one hand from his hair to glide under your t-shirt.

you cup your own breast, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you unknowingly buck your hips against chan's face. the tip of his nose bumps against your clit which adds to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

chan smirks, letting you do as you please. he lets you buck and ride his face, his tongue alternating from entrance to clit. your fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, head flopping to the side as your lips part.

with shaky thighs, you desperately try to close your legs around his head but chan is strong. with the grip he currently has, it's a useless fight; a fight you should just give up on.

slick and saliva coats chan's face. your moans and the way your body moves sending tingles of pleasure down chan's spine and straight to his aching balls. his cock straining against his jeans. every now and then, he roughly squeezes and palms himself to relieve him of the ache.

you look down as chan pulls away slightly, your brows furrowing together as a way of asking: “everything ok?” chan simply smirks before gathering up some spit and spitting on your cunt.

your eyes widen a little at the dirty, yet attractive, action. all thoughts are quick to leave your mind once you feel chan rub and smear the saliva on your clit and folds. using two fingers, he rubs between your folds getting the skin coated in your slick. 

he teasingly dips the tips of his fingers inside your entrance to be greeted by sudden warmth and the feeling of you clenching around him. he laughs softly as he looks at you, your pink cheeks and doe eyes staring down at him as you chew your lip.

“is this o–”

“yes!” you hastily interrupt “yes! just fuck me chan. please.. i'm aching to feel something.” you curse your virgin self for sounding so desperate, but you couldn't help it. the pleasure you're feeling is so new and scary. you'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't scared of what's next but you know you're safe with chan and with each moan you make, the more you love it.

chan swallows thickly as he clenches his jaw. he makes a mental note of how adorable and submissive you look right now, forever burning the image into his brain. 

he'll use that to jerk off later.

he slowly pushes his fingers inside, stopping at the first knuckle. you groan at the feeling of fullness alongside with how thick his fingers feel. he curls his fingers against your walls, slowly pumping them.

your walls contract around him, holding onto his fingers tightly as if you're scared he will escape. he slowly picks up the pace, your eyes fluttering shut. he dares to push his fingers deeper inside, finger curling and caressing your walls.

he angles each thrust in an attempt to hit that spot he knows so well–and when he does, his ears and eyes are blessed with the sight and sound of you. 

you let out a long and desperate moan, back arching as his fingertips abuse your g-spot. you shakily reach down, holding onto his wrist as you dig your nails into the skin. chan smirks before sucking on your clit again.

“fuck fuck fuck. chan, so good. fuck!” you moan, your throat becoming dry from all the panting you've been doing.

“good girl.” chan mumbles “you're doing so well for me.”

your core clenches, stomach dipping and body sweating. you can't say or do anything because you're so consumed with pleasure. you're hazy and all you can think about is having chan's cock deep inside you, ruining your insides.

chan loves the way you sound, taste, smell and feel. his animalistic side getting the better of him as his fingers drive in and out and tongue swirling around your puffy clit.

he wants more; so much more.

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I’m ngl you kinda broke me with that Buggy mini-fic about him being Lullaby’s dad. The whole Denial, Acceptance, joy, and mourning got me. Like he was so excited just to have it thrown away??

Edit: forewarning this is very long. turned into a mini fic. sorry!

Anyways here are my thoughts on him seeing her in Loguetown (which I haven’t seen in a while so correct me if I’m wrong):

She’s new to the crew and these people, so I want to say she’d stick by Sanji. But! Then I remembered you said something about shopping with Nami and was struck: this kid has no clothes.

She just straight up hopped on the ship no bags no toiletries NOTHING. Not even a little cloth rucksack on a stick.

So i’ll say she’s shopping with Nami, going to fancy clothing stores and the likes. But Lullaby also, in true kid fashion, is pretending not to have fun. But eventually the large crowd separates them, and Lullaby’s just kinda hanging around waiting for Nami to find her.

Perspective change, to Buggy. He’s in his silly little cloak he thinks makes him look not at all suspicious, leading his men. He turns a corner onto a busy street.

As he walks he glances to the side and who does he see? LULLABY. Looking around all confused. He pulls out his baby pic in shock, as you said unable to even speak.

His men are just kind of standing there. It’s completely freaking out the one store owner who notices this one sided staredown of the ages.

He looks up again and Lullaby is on her tip toes, big eyes leaning into the crowd away from him and he goes to reach for her in typical dramatic fashion.

Then she calls a quick “Mommy!” (she said Nami he is in his feelings.) and bolts into the crowd. He loses her, and is now BIG MAD.

Strawhats who?? He’s chasing Lullaby. Oh wow he’s going the right direction! What’s this? Oh, Lullaby’s calling out to this grown man! Some blonde! Calling him big bro!

He is absolutely floored for a second time realizing she has a whole different family. Where did this guy come from! Did Rosy leave him for another man? Let him play Lullaby’s dad?

She really does look just like her mother. She’d never have to question an out of place feature, a hair color not quite right.

Does she even know who he is? Did she grow up calling somebody else her dad?

There's actually a post in my drafts asking about how things would have gone if Buggy actually got to raise Lullaby and this ask is making me want to go finish answering that one lol

Loguetown is probably the first instance where Nami fully sees what a two-face little terror Lullaby can be. Lullaby is more than a little irritated that Sanji made her go shopping with Nami instead of taking her himself, so now Nami is subjected to the brunt of her anger over it. As annoying as the revelation is, Nami just kind of rolls her eyes at it and ignores the jabs and attitude coming from Lullaby. It's whatever. She was also a handful as a child, she gets it.

Lullaby wandered off from Nami intentionally in order to make her look irresponsible in hopes that it would keep Sanji from doing this again. Lullaby is casually walking around and taking in the sights of Loguetown when she notices some cloaked weirdo staring at her. Then he starts to actually approach her and that is enough to send her running and crying out for Nami when she sees her. Sure, she doesn't like Nami yet, but she would dislike being abducted a whole lot more.

Buggy meanwhile is having a nervous breakdown over seeing his baby in front of him. He's frantically running after Lullaby (unintentionally scaring her more) because this is the first time he's ever seen her in person and he is terrified of losing her again. His crew and Alvida pipe up to ask if he saw Luffy, only for him to snap at them to forget about Luffy. They need to find his daughter! Fuck the Straw Hats!

His crew thinks he's having another breakdown over his missing child, meanwhile Alvida is completely lost on what's happening. She didn't sign up to get involved in some weird custody battle.

Imagine how mad Buggy is going to be when he finds out that Lullaby was in the East Blue THE ENTIRE TIME. She was right under his nose just don't word it like that! And fucking Red Leg Zeff raised her??? Is he being pranked? He feels like he's being pranked.

The revelation does come with a lot of guilt when he realizes that Rosy actually died in the East Blue. He assumes that she must have been coming to visit him with their daughter and unfortunately died on the way because of a freak accident, so now he feels bad about cursing her name for years.

Dragon probably doesn't even need to intervene in this au because Buggy is too focused on getting his daughter to even bother with Luffy.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You? || BEN DROWNED

Pairing : Yandere! Ben Drowned X Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Yandere

Summary : Appears as a normal dude, but plot twist he's really not.

Wordcount: 4k lol

WARNINGS : This is fic is labeled as Yandere, for those who don't know what it means: "Somebody who is sweet and kind at first glance. But when it comes to their love (crush)they will act obsessive and violent." - Urban dictionary, poorly (but still disgustingly) described dead people, I know Ben originally doesn't kill but in the story he does, idk? Shit written¿ 

Also disclaimer this is my first time I've tried doing a yandere and it's obviously not my strongest point. Hope you enjoy either way.

You glance at the abandoned game console which your friend had dumped at your place earlier this day.

According to him, something was very, very, wrong with it. The Nintendo 64 was old, of course, but your friend mentioned not being able to pass the boss battle. He mentioned something along the lines of 'it keeps glitching and Link keeps dying'. In other words ' I know you're a hacker and I suck at this game, please hack it for me so I can feel less like a loser'.

You keep writing the email you're supposed to sent to your boss for another thirty minutes, before letting your curiosity lead you. 

Before you know it, you've plugged in the old console with more cables than originally planned because of how old it is, and with how modern your tv is. The first odd thing that strikes you is that there's only one account on it, and it's not labeled with your friend's name. 

Instead of 'Noah', it's labeled with 'BEN DROWNED' in bold passive aggressive letters.

Simply pushing it to the back of your mind, you start playing.

The second odd thing about the game is that the game has a specific date and it mentions how far BEN, or well, Noah is in the game. Yet when you click it, you have to start all over.

You shrug that off too, simply noting it as the game being old.

Before you know it, several hours pass, and you're finally at the boss battle Noah mentioned. Deciding to see if you can beat it first, you do not plug your laptop in at the Nintendo 64, and opt to play instead.

However just like Noah mentioned, you die as soon as you're close to winning and the game starts glitching.

It takes you barely ten minutes before you're fed up with it, and soon enough you plug your laptop in. You start up some programs and open up a few sites, quickly starting to work. Your fingers glide over the keys of your laptop as you type in the codes in order to hack the game, however after a few minutes, the game starts glitching heavily, and suddenly there's a sentence in bold red letters on the screen of your tv.

' YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT'

It says before the glitching becomes way too much, and some weird kind of red circle appears. Your eyes widen before unplugging the tv and game console, forgetting that your laptop is connected to it.

You miss the small glitches on the laptop screen.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - -

He gritts his teeth as the access to his portal is suddenly denied, the power cut early enough to avoid him.

His red eyes wander in the green coded space, looking for an exit, something that'll make sure he can get his hands on whoever this is. Lucky for him, there's a small white space what'll lead to the outside of it.

Once he's trough, he realizes he's still close to his victim. In fact, he's even closer now.

He smirks as he realizes.

Killing her is fair game now.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - »

You tap your chin as you look as the items on the shelf.

" Should I get the red one or green one?" You mumble to yourself.

" I'd recommend the green one. Green is always better." A voice from behind you startles you.

You whip your head around to look at the stranger who's talking to you.

Behind you is a male you don't recognise from anywhere. And as you start to study him, you realize he's quite handsome. He's got blonde hair, blue eyes and a rosy skin colour. He's wearing black ripped jeans, a dark green shirt, along with a black zip up hoodie, which is left open, he's got a few black ear piercings in his right ear, and has a gold chain around his neck, which disappears beneath his shirt, weighed down by a charm hidden away from your eyes. To top it all of, he's got a matching dark green beanie on top of his messily styled bangs.

" What? Did I say something wrong?" The blonde boy suddenly sweats.

You smile and shake your head.

" No, you didn't. I just tough I was alone here." You smile at him.

ØⱧ ₴₩ɆɆ₮ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮, ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ₦'₮ ฿ɆɆ₦ ₳ⱠØ₦Ɇ ₣ØⱤ ₳ VɆⱤɎ ⱠØ₦₲ ₮ł₥Ɇ ₦Ø₩.

" I take that you talk to yourself then?" The male spits at you.

You're not sure if that's meant offensive or not.

" Um, yeah? I tend to do that sometimes yeah." You say, looking down at your hands who're still holding the red silk scarf and green silk scarf.

Đø₦'₮ ฿ɇ ₳₣ɽ₳łđ, ł ₩ø₦'₮ ⱨʉɽ₮ ɏøʉ. Øɽ ₩łⱡⱡ ł?

The unknown male's eyes soften subconsciously, looking at you with an emotion you're not familiar with.

" My name is Ben. What's yours?" 

Ben? Haven't you heard that somewhere before?

You smile at him, oblivious to the fact that you're talking to a killer.

" I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Ben."

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ »

His mind flooded with ideas.

There's so many options on what he can do to her.

Should he mess with her laptop?

Should he just kill her now?

Or should he become closer?

Maybe he should.

He looks at her trough the screen of the laptop, which is almost always open, today not being any different.

He watches her as while she watches something behind the laptop, from the sounds he can hear trough the mic, she's most likely watching tv.

Perhaps he should become closer to her.

Pull her closer only to have her blood staining his hands.

Oh yes, her blood shall soon become his.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦łvɇ₴

She doesn't realize it when her laptop suddenly starts itself up, nor does she know that there's a figure crawling out of it.

He stared at her with deciphering eyes, silently wondering how she isn't dead yet.

If this was anyone else, he'd had them killed already. Their blood would already be staining his face and she would already be screaming in pain and dispair.

Yet here she was, laying peacefully on her bed. Asleep, obviously not dead. 

He wonders exactly what he should do next. She doesn't know that he's standing right next to her. It almost makes him laugh.

She doesn't even know that he exists.

She doesn't know that he's here.

He glares at her before moving back into the world of codes and technology.

For now, she lives.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦łvɇ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ

" And then it suddenly started glitching and stuff. Weird isn't it?" You finish off your story as you look at your new friend, Ben.

After meeting in the grocery store, he had suddenly texted you. 

Not knowing how he got your number, you got concerned, and asked him. According to him, you had given it to him yourself. At first you didn't believe him, until he told you to check the time of his first message, which somehow was indeed around the same time you were in the grocery store. After that you just shrugged it off as that you forgot it yourself. After all, you knew yourself to be a person with the memory of a goldfish.

Today the two of you met up again, for the fourth time this week.

" Odd indeed. What did you do after that?" Ben asked, acting as if he's interested, even tough he's really not.

" I unplugged it. I think I'm gonna lay off hacking for a while." You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

Before he could even think of a response, there was an unknown woman at your table, also holding a cup of coffee.

" Y/N? Long time no see." The new woman greeted you with a smile, sitting down beside you on the booth.

Ben scowled at the newcomer.

Ⱨø₩ đ₳ɽɇ ₴ⱨɇ ₴ł₮ ฿ɇ₴łđɇ ₩ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₥ł₦ɇ ₩ł₮ⱨøʉ₮ ₥ɏ ₱ɇɽ₥ł₴₴łø₦

" Hey, Sara. It's indeed been too long. How are you?" You started chatting with Sara.

Meanwhile Ben's anger only grew.

" My names Ben." Ben suddenly dryly joined your conversation as he slammed his drink down onto the table aggressively, looking straight into Sara's eyes.

" Sorry. Didn't see you there. I'm Sara nice to mee-"

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Leave. We didn't invite you to come sit with us." Ben spat at her, looking at her with an intense look in his eyes.

Both you and your friend turned to look at him in confusion.

" Is something wrong with me being here? Did I offend you?" Sara asked, genuinely concerned.

Ben was fuming now, on the inside. Who does this girl think she is? First she comes to sit at their table uninvited, then she's capturing the attention of his new favorite plaything, and now she's questioning him? She has to go.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ

He heard her conversation with a male he certainly doesn't know trough her phone, using the microphone without her knowing.

According to what he knows, they're on a date. And according to her contacts, his name is Jaime. He can't find where they met, nor did he know why they met up.

But now that she's checked her reflexion one too many times, and made a pic of her full outfit to send to him, probably to mock him for not having her, ɏɇ₮, he realizes that she's on a date.

After some research by surfing quite literally trough the internet. It turned out this 'Jaime' person was Mexican, and had a soft persona. On his facebook page were pictures where he's working with animals or doing volunteers' work or overall just something where he's helping others. He found the black haired male pathetic, weak even.

In all honesty, even he himself didn't really find him a threat. Not when he looked like that and was overall just kind and bambi looking.

However, all his expectations are thrown out of the window when he hears them say their goodbyes.

" You know, I had a lot of fun tonight. You're really a nice person. In fact, I'd like to go on another date with you again." This voice was definitely that of a male's, probably Jaime.

" I agree. I had a lot of fun too." She said.

₣Ʉ₦? ⱧØ₩ ₵₳₦ Ł₮ ฿Ɇ ₳₦Ɏ ₣Ʉ₦ ₩Ł₮ⱧØɄ₮ ₥Ɇ?

" Good. Do you have a ride or would you like me to drive you home?-" He blocks out the rest of their conversation.

It appears that the good guy needs to go too.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ ᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᘿᖶᘿ - ᓍᕵᘿᘉ ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ∆

" We should spend more time together." Ben says randomly as the two of you snuggle on the couch.

You giggle, your ears tinting red.

" We're already together all the time tough." You tell him softly.

" I know, but still. By the way, did your stupid date reply yet?" He asked, eyes focused on the tv in front of the two of you.

" No, and don't call him stupid." You pout, softly scolding him.

₲ØØĐ

He grins at you with mysterious eyes.

You shrug it off, knowing it's part of him. The two of you have been hanging out for a while now. Almost three months to be precise. And you two have gotten very close. What used to be keeping distance and keeping the line between acquaintances and friends, had turned into friends or something more. You two almost hung out every day, you were basically attached to each other's hip now.

After a few peacefull moments, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Right as you left, your phone rang.

He turned to look at the disturbing sound  his eyes widening at the name which is appearing on the screen.

 SARA

He stumbled over the couch to pick it up, an unpleasant feeling of suprise rising whitin him.

" Y/N?! You have to listen to me! Ben is not who you think he is! He's this-"

" I'm this what?" Ben smirked.

Damn you were taking a long time in the bathroom, not that he minded.

The other end of the line was dead silent.

" Don't worry. You don't need to say anything. I'll come home soon. And trust me, once I am, you will never be able to speak a word again." He spoke, an eerie calm in his voice.

" Goodbye, Sara." He said before hanging up.

" Sara called?" Your voice suddenly startled him.

" What? Oh, yeah. But she was in a hurry so she said she'd call you later." He smiled innocently.

You nodded and the two of you resumed watching the movie.

" Isn't there a way, that we could spend more time together?" He suddenly wondered out loud.

You sighed and turned to face him.

" I'm sorry Ben, but I have a job and I like spending time with other people too. So I'm afraid not." You told him softly.

An idea coded itself into his mind.

JɄ₴₮ ₮ⱤɄ₴₮ ₥Ɇ, ɎØɄ'ⱠⱠ ฿Ɇ ₥Ł₦Ɇ ₴ØØ₦

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ ᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᘿᖶᘿ - ᓍᕵᘿᘉ ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ∆ - - - ᕲᓍᘺᘉᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ

You sighed in dispair in the night air as you walked home. Once again, you were rejected in a job interview.

A few days ago you were fired from the job you actually liked. You couldn't understand why either. You didn't do anything wrong, you were quite hardworking and always finished the documents in time.

Your supervisor looked afraid, terrified even when he told you to immediately pack your bags and leave, and ever since you just can't seem to get in anywhere. Not even the gas station wanted you in charge.

" Well hello there. What do we have here." A creepy voice suddenly sounded from behind you.

You turned around only to be greeted by a man with a creepy smile and even creepier, eye lid-less eyes. He was holding a knife, making his intentions obvious.

You didn't need to think twice about his intentions and whipped your phone out of your pocket with the intentions to call the cops and running.

The killer sadly isn't stupid, and has you on the ground under him whitin seconds.

Your phone's screen crack and slides to the other side, the dialed number not pressed on call yet.

" Don't cry sweetheart. It doesn't suit your pretty face. Don't fret, I'll make sure, you'll smile forever. " The killer tells you happily.

Both of you don't realize that your phone screen suddenly lights up in a green colour. Nor does either of you realize the figure crawling out of it.

The both of you don't realize, until the killer is off you and tackled down on the ground beside you.

" I've told you before. She's fucking mine. Go bother someone else." Ben's voice sounds suddenly.

You turn your head to look at him.

This time he does not wear jeans and a sweater. No  this time, he looks like he came straight out of a... Video game? He looks like Link, the main personage of the game which your friend Noah had dropped off at your place around six months ago. 

Ben never told you he was into cosplaying.

Your ears suddenly tinted pink as you realized, he called you his. Suddenly you felt a little giddy, the guy you like so much might actually like you back.

The killer underneath Ben growls out something you can't hear before throwing the shorter off him and leaving.

" Are you okay?" You ask him.

He turns to you with red eyes.

Red. Fucking. Eyes.

And that's not the only thing about his eyes that changed.

Instead of the usual white eyes have, his are now black.

And even there it doesn't end.

There's blood running down his eyes onto his cheeks, as if he's crying blood.

You take a step back.

What the fuck is this?

" Don't be afraid! I know I look a little... Weird, but it's all just part of my..... Cosplay." He explains.

You ponder over it.

He's never gave you a reason to not trust you right? Or did he? 

You ignore the instinct to run away from him, instead choosing to calm down and follow your heart, which is telling you to trust him.

" Come with me. You can stay at my place tonight." Ben tells you, holding his hand out to you.

You take it.

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It took longer than expected to reach his house. The whole road to his house is creepy. Ben appartly lives in this supermodern house in the woods.

Which is off already, the woods are known troughout the whole town as mystery. According to urban legends, there's creatures loving in there who shouldn't exist. Because of that, there's barely any people there. According to Ben, everything is all clear and safe, and you trust him with your heart.

You don't question him after his answer and instead follow him into the,indeed very,modern little house which is situated hidden behind the trees.

You get directly hit in the face with a copper scent as soon as you step foot into his house.

" Would you like something to drink?" He asks you as you enter his house, neither of you bothering to take your shoes off.

" Just water please." You tell him as you study the place.

The inside of the small house is more modern than the outside, with a big living space and an open kitchen. There's also three doors in the hallway.

One to the bathroom, one leading upstairs and one leading into the basement.

" Here you go." Ben returns, handing you a glass of water.

" Thanks, aren't you going to take off your make up and lenses?" You ask him.

His smile fades a bit, and for a moment you think you've accidentally offended him, but he nods with a pout before you can think about it twice.

" Yeah, that's probably a good idea. The livingroom is at the end of this hallway, feel free to make yourself comfortable." He smiles before going upstairs.

You stand still for a moment in the hallway as an eerie feeling suddenly starts crawling up your spine.

You ignore it, and instead start walking towards the livingroom.

Until the sound of something falling reaches your ears.

A sound that is directed from the basement.

Your first idea is to call for Ben, to alert him that you two probably aren't alone.

You don't do that however, because it could just be something falling off a shelf, right?

And so you decide to investigate it yourself.

As soon as you open the door to the basement, you're directly hit in the face with a very prominent copper scent. The same on you already smelled when you entered his house, except it's way too strong and there's something eerily familiar about it which you just can't pinpoint.

You silently push the door open, and turn on the lightswitch to the basement. Behind the door is a stony staircase, the rest of the basement is hidden away behind a wall. Curiosity takes over you, and you make your way downstairs before you can think about it twice.

As soon as you near the bottom, you spot blotches of red. The deep red substance is spread like a trail from he bottom stairs onto the rest of the room.

And then it clicks in your mind. It's blood. That's also the smell in the air. Was the intruder injured?

You step down the stairs while following the blood trail with you eyes.

You stumble back in fear and unpleasant suprise at the sight that greets you.

There's dead people down here. Most of which you don't recognise, but a few you do. 

You gasp as you look into a pair of wide blue eyes.

Sara.

She's sitting there, eyes wide open, with cuts all over. There's big ones in her rib case and near her organs, you can even see Intestines spread over the floor.

She's obviously dead.

But how come she's here?

Ben didn't do this? Did he?

Next to her is Jaime, who's eyes are closed but his chest is rising and falling.

He's alive.

You run over to him and shake him awake, not minding the blood that's now on your hands.

" Jaime! Please! Wake up!" You say desperately, tears now escaping your eyes.

" Y/N? Y/N! You have to get out of here. Ben, he's not who you think he is!" He tells you desperately.

" I'm not leaving you! Can you walk?" You ask him trough your tears.

" I'm chipped Y/N, you have to go. Get help. Ben's insane. He's a de-"

" Demon? Mass murderer? Failure? Dead? Is one of those what you wanted to tell her? How dare you lie to her! I'm none of those!" A voice suddenly booms trough the air.

You turn around while starting to shake. Jaime tries to hold you close to him with the little strength he has left. There Ben stands, still with red pupils and black eyes, dried red streaks still on his cheeks.

" Don't fucking touch her." Ben screams angrily, ripping you all but gently away from the male, causing you to tremble against him.

" Don't be afraid my love, he won't touch you again." Ben sushes you.

Is he really thinking that you're afraid of him?

" N-no. Let me go. Do-don't touch me." You tell him, pushing away from him.

He looks confused by your behavior.

" What's wrong baby? Please don't believe whatever lies he told you.-"

" What lies?! That you've killed my friend?! That you've killed these innocent people?! That you've chipped him?!" You yelled.

" They all deserved it Y/N! They're all in the way of our love!" Ben yells back desperately, stepping towards you.

" I don't even know these people!" You say, stepping back into the wall, knocking into a shelf.

You turn around to see what you knocked into.

Wait, is that the Nintendo 64?

" They all stared at you with sick twisted ideas! They really do deserve it." He tells you.

Suddenly it clicks in your mind.

" You're Ben from the game." You state.

He nods.

" Yes bu-"

" How?.."

" You clicked my game onto your computer remember."

" It was you wasn't it? You're the reason I've lost my job. You're the reason my friends all turned their back to me." You wishper, eyes now gathering in your eyes.

You've been so incredibly fucking stupid.

He's the reason your life has turned down the drain.

" Yes. But it's good right. Now we can finally be together." He says like a crazy man in love.

Which he is.

You start sobbing as you fall onto your knees realizing, all these people here. They've all died because of you.

" Hey, don't worry my live. We can now finally be together."

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[marigoldthoughts]

Rent Free ch.9

peanut butter

You were laying atop your messy comforter, scrolling through tiktok and spamming Kiyoko's messages with each one that made you chuckle. Your for you page seemed to be full of It’s Okay Not to be Okay videos, a Korean Drama  the two of have been obsessed with recently. The app freezes for a second, and suddenly Kuroo's face is covering your screen and the familiar marimba fills your ears. He must’ve gotten home already. You quickly push yourself off the bed and try to fix your hair as quickly as possible. Once you felt that you looked presentable you answered his call before the tune got the chance to end.

You took a seat and your vanity which doubled as a desk, “Helloooo” you spoke sweetly. “Hey babe, ready to learn from your senpai?” He sat at his kitchen table ,you could see his fridge from where he set up his phone. He must've been home alone or was way too confident. You scoff at his question, “Kuroo, I am NOT calling you senpai!” Jokingly rolling his eyes he continues “You're so difficult sometimes y/n. Alright then, you can call me sensei senpai!” God, every word that came out of him had to pass through that smug ass grin. “What if I just call someone else to help me?” You flash him your cutest smile and stretch your arm towards the phone pretending to hang up. “No no no, fine you don't have to call me senpai, but you could at least call me Tetsuro.” Tetsuro? That must be his first name, you've been meaning to ask him, but it must've slipped your mind “Tetsuro hmm…” You wander for a second while you continue to look at him through the screen. “Tetsu it is!” His shit eating grin widens at your words. “Alright then babe, let's pick up on chapter 12”

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You and Tetsu have been “studying” for the past hour and a half, but you keep goofing around, is it because you enjoy talking to him or because you hate chemistry with every fiber of your being? Yes. “I like your smile, how come you never send me pictures of it, huh cutie?” you roll your eyes “Uh maybe if you asked I would send you one” You answer him smugly. “ Well I'm askin right now” The power he had over the butterflies in your stomach was ridiculous. “hmm... i'll think about it”  You look back down at  your textbook, pretending to continue your studies. “Come onnn y/n, what do i gotta do to see a picture of that smile” he rested his chin in his palm, disregarding his own work.“Tetsu if you want to see photos of my smile you could just follow my insta” You've been trying to search up his instagram, but his surname was more common than you thought. “What's your username then?” He had picked up his phone now. “yn.yln” you spoke, breaking contact with your textbook. “basic much” his screen was now paused, you can only assume that he's looking you up right now.  “PLEASE, I'm basic? Then what's your username mr original?” you question him with an offended tone, “....thekurootetsuro” Tetsu spoke shyly. “HA, it takes one to know one huh, BABE” you tease him the same  way he does  you. “Yeah yeah, whatever miss I'm so pretty I make kuroo simp” he responded in a tone you can only assume was a poor attempt to mock your voice.“Oh? So you're simping?” He was back on facetime, you saw a faint rosy color invade his face. “No who said that? Must've been a spirit cause you're droolin’ all over me” Even when he was blushing he was still teasing you. “Please a dog wouldn't drool over you, even if you covered yourself in peanut butter!” You laughed out. “Oh? Is that your hypothesis? Cause we can test it right now, I think i've got enough peanut butter” Why was it so infuriatingly attractive how that smirk never left his face?

About two hours later you finally wrapped up your study sesh, that ended up being 50% chit-chat. You couldn't complain though, you were the one that would initiate off topic conversations.

(let’s pretend there pics of you smiling bc i don’t wanna steal art & i’m not an artist so)

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[eutaerpe]

maybe you’re the reason

pairing — jungkook x reader, jimin x reader

genre/warnings—   college!au, idiot best friends to lovers!au, help jungkook is cute

summary —   the most painful love story, aka idiot best friends to lovers.

notes — 2.3k words of the beginning. hope it still is worth your time? lmk ily

before

You faintly hear Jimin slapping Jungkook’s nape, a devilish smirk stuck on his lips.

“Are you actually buying condoms? Our little Kookie?”

A “Fuck off.” comes in response, and you can picture Jungkook scrolling his friend’s arm around him with boredom and too little strength, even though you’re not facing them—you see, there are far important matters in the world in this precise, excruciating moment. You eye the alcohol section with tight lips and a painfully light wallet, mentally doing the math and pondering whether you can actually buy twenty-two cans of beer with your pathetic budget. Perhaps you should abandon the quest altogether and focus on that good old big bottle of vodka in the corner. And chips. God, yes, chips.

“You know,” Jaehwan approaches them, head tilted, “I’ve always thought Kook would turn out to be a real heartthrob. All fucking ripped, full of tattoos and a big dick. The whole package, dude.”

Jimin snickers, clapping his hands. “Hey, never say never. He still has time to bloom.”

“I thought you all knew that my dick is the only big dick in this outrageous friends group, jerks,” Tae emerges in this aisle, drown in a white shirt too large for his small size and wide Bordeaux pants that will end up being the reason why he’ll trip and bring down with him Jimin. Jaehwan too, maybe, if he makes other dick jokes. You can bet on it. “Jimin can confirm it.”

“I can hear you, bastards.” Jungkook punches Taehyung, “And I hope you and your hands have fun for the rest of your life.”

“Ouch,” it’s your turn to chuckle and turn your head around, meeting your friends’ amused smiles, “That hurt.”

You stretch your legs, standing still for the first time after an intense ten-minutes session spent in front of alcohol bottles; placing both of your hands on the back of your shoulders, you make sure to crack them. Fucking finally.

“You might have an answer, then, y/n…”

Taehyung licks his lips, smirking openly. “Is our little Kookie—ah, how can I phrase this? Well, not so little?”

“How would I know?” you roll your eyes, moving towards them, “I’m not planning on seeing any of your dicks soon, thank you very much.”

His eyes sparkle. “But you’re planning to, at some point?”

You can’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, all stretched out and mischievous. “We’re currently betting on which one of you ends up sending their dick pics to the group chat first, and…” you almost close the distance between your and Tae’s body, “I’ve already bet on you, Kim.”

“Why,” he questions, smiling, “Desperate much to see me naked?”

“Not at all.” You shake off the pretend dust on his wide shoulders, all of this while his breath hitches, “I’m just the most likely to earn a hundred bucks by doing absolutely nothing.”

You pinch his cheeks, while Jungkook sneers, a pack of condom in his hands.

“Now help me grab these fucking beers.”

+

Despite being the end of July, there’s a calming, quiet breeze that makes you shiver for a second. You look back in the car, hoping to bump into a hoodie of sorts, even though the last time you checked, you didn’t bring one with you. Sucks to be one of the guys, then. You won’t say goodbye to a perfect night out on the beach because of a stupid hoodie, nope.

You hold onto the car door for a while, contemplating whose hoodie you’re gonna steal, when a warm hand brushes your arm and wakes you up from your musing.

“Thanks for earlier,” your soon-to-be buff friend says, voice just as warm as his body, “The guys can be nosy as fuck.”

You nod, slumping on the passenger seat with a sigh. “What’s the matter with buying condoms? At least one of you is having safe sex.”

“Right,” Jungkook grins, “It’s just that—I didn’t tell them?”

“That you’re having sex?”

“Yeah,” he nods, gulping, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Enough to tell them, of course.”

Jungkook palms the wheel, before glancing at you and closing his car door.

“I mean,” you begin, scratching your cheek, “It’s not.”

It’s not unusual of your friend group to have this kind of conversation—the lot of you was painfully open minded and honest it would have never crossed a mind of yours to stray away from topics like this. Like sex. Of course, some of you were the exception. Lisa, to begin with. Jungkook, too. The two of them laughed and smiled when you talked about sex related stuff. Relationship related stuff. But not because they were uncomfortable or… against it, you reckon. They were – are – the kind of people that keeps this to themselves. That doesn’t overshare, even when it comes to their best friends. It was – fine; cool, really, because at the end of the day you know you can count on them the same way they do on you. Any of you.

The thing that throws you off is—the fact that Jeon Jungkook is telling you this. Right now. You’re one of his best friends in the same terms he’s one of yours; that doesn’t change the fact that you weren’t, in the slightest, expecting this kind of conversation. For a trillion reasons.

“But Jungkook,” he looks at you with his doe eyes, “You’ve been dating for, what? Almost a year? We literally caught Chaeyoung blowing you two weeks ago. That wouldn’t surprise us, you know.”

“Yeah, but…” he trails off, eyes focused on the dashboard. “I mean, it doesn’t… it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“What,” you ask, quietly, “What doesn’t?”

“Me engaging in,” he shrugs, shaking his head, “Me having sex.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t. But people love to talk. And it’s your best friends we’re talking about. Of course they’re gonna be bitches and talk about you when you’re not there.”

“Jerks.”

“Horny bastards.”

Jimin closes the back door with strength before throwing himself on the backseats, legs spread, and head thrown back on the headrest. He sighs, passing a hand through his blonde hair.

You look at him with sparkling eyes, fingers fidgeting with the seatbelt.

“I’m not riding with them,” he begins, pointing his chin towards Seokjin’s car, better known as the Kim car, you think, squinting your eyes when the nth Kim person enters the very vehicle. You instantly spot Jennie spitting orange juice on both Taehyung and Jaehwan, and you chuckle at the sight. “Besides, Rosie is riding with you, right? This is my chance.”

“Yeah, hyung,” Jungkook replies, eyeing you with an uneasy expression, “You better make a move.”

“You said Chaeyoung won’t join us, right? So, we can make space for Lisa too. You know, I’ll make sure she’s comfortable with us. There’s gonna be her best friend with us.”

You frown, almost instantly.

Jimin rambling is a sight for sore eyes, especially because the last time you’ve seen him this insecure and giggly, adorable self was when you were thirteen and puberty still hadn’t hit him. At the time, Jimin was just a small guy that knew more about dancing rather than playing soccer or basketball or whatever kids his age were into at the time. He was shy and always pushed his glasses onto his nose and had just gotten a crush – it’s weird seeing him again like that almost a decade later. You’re about to tell him that, yeah, you consider yourself a decent friend for Chaeyoung, but calling yourself her best friend sounds a lot like projecting, anyway—

“And then there’s you,” Jimin says, prodding your shoulder, “It’s gonna be a female filled car. Does it get any more comfortable than that?”

Does it get any more uncomfortable than this?

Jungkook snickers, handing you two CDs. You realize it seconds later, when he’s snapped his fingers in front of your questioning face and has crooked his neck to look at you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

His hand grazes your tight for a flashing instant, so prompt and light you would have missed it if your eyes weren’t looking at the friend on your left, his expression unfazed.

after

“You’re a jerk—” you start in firm protest, shutting altogether when his rough hands cup your clenching jaw. He nudges his nose with yours, pressing his lips against yours in a tentative, subdued challenge. His mouth is hot when you shiver under his timid yet dominant touch; the truth is you’re weak and seconds away from throwing your arms around his shoulders, clutching around his neck and tilting your head to grant him a better access to your mouth. You do that exactly, crumbling under his knowing touch, melting against the softness of his superficially raw affection, and you hate yourself for it.

“Jimin,” you start, when his mouth is on your neck, as he grunts your name against your skin. “I can’t—we can’t.”

“I,” he begins, swallowing a moan, “I cancelled every appointment I had this morning—”

“I’m talking about us.”

He furrows his eyebrows, biting back that hideous comeback of sorts ready on his tongue. There’s no us. What are you talking about. This is not what it looks like. You know all of them like the back of your hands. He’s either said them, voice like venom during heated, comforting nights or wears them on his sleeve. He might be kind, on a vague extent you’re not even sure about right now, but he’s not a liar. Not with you, at least.

Blinking once, you can see perfectly where he stands.

Somehow, even thought you knew, already fucking knew, this is it. This is how your heart shatters.

“We talked about this, though?” he looks for confirmation in your eyes, head tilted.

“Yes,” but that’s not enough, “But I can’t. Not anymore.” You try swallowing the lump in your throat, skin already freezing because of his body no longer on yours.

Jimin lies on your bed like that, half naked and now devoid of his safety net. You’re being an utterly, brave stupid right now: staring at him, the defined muscles you gripped many times before, you realise you’re letting go of someone you love, in a twisted way. A strangled voice in your head reminds you that you’re someone you love, too, and that has to count for something.

It’s worth a try, you think, his lips in a pout, trying to convince you; but, alas. He doesn’t bother, this time. He doesn’t ask you for mercy, doesn’t beg you to understand the situation he’s in. How this isn’t cheating, it’s a pause, she’s driving him crazy, y/n! He doesn’t ask for your time, for your body, for the warmth his supposedly wife-to-be should give him.

He gets up, reaches for his tee.

The silence is heavy on your heart. It’s a chant, now, the you’re doing your best, it had to be done, don’t cry—

He looks unfazed by all of this, grabbing clothes thrown all over the place, recollecting them slowly. He’s undoing his presence, deleting the evidence, reconnecting his pieces.

A part of you wishes for his goodbye, maybe a desperate love admission, but you know him, and if there’s something you’ve learned after all these years with him is that it won’t come out of his mouth.

You’re doing your best, it had to be done, don’t cry—maybe it’ll never come out.

He doesn’t look back: Jimin doesn’t turn around in his final steps towards your door. He reaches quietly for the handle, you can see right through your open bedroom door. Then, he nods to himself instead, waving imaginary goodbyes in his head.

Just like that he’s gone.

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“I’m not saying you won’t miss his dick game,” Taehyung scoffs, stealing fries from you. “But, ouch, don’t punch me—I’m saying it had to be done.”

You sigh, playing with the sesame seeds in your plate.

“You know it. A wise side of you knows it, at least. Just because the guy told you nice things while balls deep inside of you it doesn’t mean he ever thought of leaving his fiancée for you. How long has it been, huh?”

“Since,” you scroll your shoulders, “I don’t know? Since they got engaged.”

“My point exactly. He gives her a diamond, they fight, they break up, he fucks you, then goes back to her crying and begging. Rinse and repeat, so many times until the other woman but not-really-because-we’re-on-a-pause---I’m talking about you, darling-- thinks he’s in love with her.”

“I know he’s not, Taehyung.”

“Smart girl,” he steals more from you, “Besides, in a couple weeks we’re going back home.”

“God, don’t remind me.”

He laughs, unlocking his phone. “Why’s that? I thought you were excited to finally go back. ‘S been a while since we spent the whole summer home.”

“Yeah, but that was before all of this. Why do you think I’ve never come back, all these years? I don’t wanna see Jimin showing off his fucking fiancée right in front of my face. My mother’s face. God. It’s gonna be sickening.”

“Huh.”

“Besides,” you begin, hurriedly, “Everybody we know is gonna be there—Lisa, Chaeyoung, Jaehwan… do I need to go on? Shit, Tae. You think anyone else knows?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Shit. I don’t know why I agreed to this. Maybe I can still do something about it. A ticket refund?”

“You so do not want a ticket refund.”

“Hello, idiot? Have you not heard me? Which part of—”

“Shit, Jungkook has abs.”

A pregnant pause. You eye the lukewarm soda on your side.

“I’m—come again, please?”

“Since when he has Instagram? And a whole sleeve tattoo?”

[mrcoltkaneko]

daybreak (rod)

a/n: i am very... meh about this one, but when i heard that RODAW was happening, i had to throw something up for my favorite boy. it’s written in the second person because... i just vibed with it???? LMAO idk. as always, your comments / likes / reblogs are very much appreciated. i apologize for any typos in advance, i think i wrote this in like 4-5 hours so it is a very raw draft. i might go back and edit it at some point, but for now, please enjoy! 

pairings: Colt x MC angst

summary: So much for wanting to die, for choking yourself with smoke and willpower and here he is, doing it all by himself, five-and-a-half feet away.

rating: PG-13

content warning: cancer, infidelity.

length: 2172 words

tags: i am constantly amazed at the amount of quality content that comes out related to ROD. i’ve fallen out of the choices fandom but ROD still holds a special place in my heart and i’m so excited that it’s the same for a lot of other people as well! @rodappreciationweek ! 

All great love stories begin with a once upon a time, but you think that yours must have begun with an and they lived happily ever after, because with him, you are always drowning in a sea of now, now, now that exists only in a dream.

You smoke cigarettes now. It’s something of a habit, picked up in college after drunken nights out in the dead of a winter, desperate for the quick pinch of sobriety and a flicker of warmth — even now, you remember how much the smoke and tar had made you cough. Now, the nicotine, it tastes sweet on your lips.

You wonder when you’d become so jaded.

Even jarring images of blackened lungs can’t scare you now, not when you'd seen with your soul the images of your own heart, bloodied and bruised to shit. Not when you've seen her father waste away in that bed, antiseptic stinging your nose, your eyes. A year after he’d retired. There’d been plans, big ones for him to buy a home up near Olympia, fix it up himself. He’d bought tickets to Italy. You’d always thought he’d go out in a bang, a furious firework in the sky commemorating his heroism. None of seeing him die in that damned hospital was heroic.

You bring the cigarette up to your lips and inhale, holding your breath. Her gaze focuses on the skyline ahead, gripping the rust-streaked railing in front, the Hudson reflecting ink black, save for the moon’s milky touch rippling ribbons of white on the water. Only when you feel your chest constrict and vision blur that you open your mouth and let the cancer flow out. Hunched over the barrier, you begins coughing and fuck, does it feel good. It’s like being eighteen again, taking that first puff of that cigarette, feeling the smoke’s heat sear your throat in a line of fire.

“You all right?”

You glance up. You already has a bitter retort locked and loaded, about how you’s fucking goddamn fine, that you doesn’t need his help, that there’s pepper spray in your purse that you wouldn’t hesitate using and —

( “Ellie?” )

And your breath stops.

So much for wanting to die, for choking yourself with smoke and willpower and here he is, doing it all by himself, five-and-a-half feet away. You drop the cigarette, three-quarters done, and it’s no wonder that you are breathless because you drowns in him once again, like something familiar creeping up your airways, a release .

“Colt.” You take a step forward, hesitant. You watch his face, in as much disbelief as yours. He’s wearing the same jacket from all those years ago, and you want to laugh, to straighten the lapels and plant a kiss on his cheek and then cry from the youer impossibility of seeing him again, but seven years is too much time. You scrape the toe of your boot against the cobblestone, never daring to look at his face. “How - how are you?”

“I’m good. Didn’t know you were in New York.”

“I am.” You pause, wondering if you should say any more. “I work - I work at a publishing company. I edit books.”

“That’s cool. Good for you, El.”

A pause enters the conversation. For a moment, all you can hear are the distant hum of cars, the white noise of city life. And all you want to do is cry, but not for the same reasons as before, but how stilted their conversations are, how much you do not say that you wanted to for the longest time. Like, I’m sorry, I wish I’d stayed, I wish I hadn’t thrown you out. Like, I’ve missed you, you complete me, I love you.

“Are you in New York too?”

“Nah. Just here to visit my girlfriend’s parents. They live up in Queens.”

Oh.

You want to ask. You want to know her name, her job, what she’s like. You want to know whether the girlfriend has met his mother, whether she knows about his father and Ximena and Toby and Logan, whether she knows about you. In bitterness, you’re reminded of your own boyfriend, the one you’d fought with earlier over a carton of milk — and then it dawns on you that there is a space of seven years that you have been gone, torn from Colt’s life that you don’t know about, and you swallow. The pause is no longer a pause, but a thick hesitation sitting in between you and him, and you struggle to breathe against his presence.

“Listen, Ellie —”

“No. It’s fine — it’s fine, I mean, it’s been seven years, right? You’re allowed to have a girlfriend and a life, and I have a life now, and we’re all fine, really —”

“Hey! Christ, slow down; I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. My girlfriend, she’s out with some friends and I was just killing some time anyways.”

You know you shouldn’t. That the time away had been her time to heal, to process their goodbye from all those years ago, and yet — you’ve never been good at holding him at an arm’s distance, even when he’d been three thousand miles away.

So you say yes.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

You’re positive that this is all a fever dream, that there’s no way that Colt is beside you, that you’re laughing with him again, that it’s always when you least expect it that you’re thrown back into the waters again, unsure of where it’d started, and yet, not caring in the slightest.

The stars, you’ve never noticed them in the city. Not with all the light pollution circling high above the clouds, but with him, you’re positive that the stars shine for him, bouncing off the tips of his cheekbones, the tip of his nose. Two in the morning and you’ve never felt held more than this exact moment, not in so long. You don’t know if it’s the warmth of the alcohol or the orbit of his presence, but you're rosy-cheeked, desperate to find his physical touch next.

Leave it to him to jolt you out of your fantasy.

“How’s that boyfriend of yours, huh?”

You swallow. The 40s you’ve both bought in a dingy corner store like nineteen-year olds with fake IDs lie in the paper bags at their feet and the magnified haze of reality swings at your head. Drunk, and yet, too aware of your drunkenness, you squint at him, challenging him with a brashness only marked by the alcohol.

“What’s it to you, anyways?” Cross, you pick up the bottle, taking a swig of the drink.

Colt shrugs. “Curious. I’ve seen your pics with him.”

“You’ve been stalking me,” you reply, smirking.

Shaking his head, he chuckles. “And you can never answer the questions without being a smart-ass, can you?”

“It’s none of your business.” You pull your knees closer, hugging your legs to your chest. “Anyways, you haven’t said a word about your mystery girlfriend,” you challenge. It’s not like you want to hear about her, but the prospect of telling Colt all about your significant other brings a rock to your stomach.

You meet his eyes. Dark, stormy, you think you see a phantom of a frown, emotion betraying his usual aloof demeanor. But as soon as it crosses his face, it flies off into the distance, and he shrugs. “You always do this, Ellie — act like that I’m out to get you, comment on your life choices —”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I the one that couldn’t handle my fucking anger whenever things didn’t go right, because if I remember correctly, that was you.” You bolt up, an accusatory finger thrown his way, and he matches your movement, drenched in passion.

“You’re going to bring that up? Because if we’re going to rehash our goddamn relationship right here, I’d be happy to list all of the things you did that were fucking frustrating to deal with.”

“Oh my gosh, yes. Please do that, I’m begging you,” she snaps back, sarcastic. Hesitating, you turn back to him, fire burning in your eyes. “Actually. Let’s do it. Say it. I dare you. Because if I remember correctly, it was me that left. Not you.”

Silence blankets the two of you, and his face hardens back up, body returning to the slack swagger he’d always carried so easily in his chest. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he crouches back down, eyes aimed towards the water. “Whatever,” he snorts, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

He’d always been so nonchalant. Still is, and it’s what you’ve loved about him, the way he could tell you so much more with his eyes than his words. You’d loved Logan too, but he’d always been brash, the brushstrokes of his love painted in broad, simple marks. And yet Colt — the intricacies of his emotions have always been a puzzle that you’d been adamant to unscramble. How the flicker in the corners of his eyelids could mean that he’s upset, or the twitch in the corner of his mouth, deepening a shred of a dimple gave away his happiness. Even now, the ghosts of those imprints remain etched onto his face, and you can tell he longs for something more, a what if still lingering on their tongues.

And like always, you fall into his lips.

It’s a mistake.

And yet — a glorious, beautiful, irrevocable mistake, even more when you feel his lips press against yours. He’s missed me too, you think, and you wonder why he is the only person that has only made you feel like the world is yours. You are drunk, sitting on concrete by the muddy river and yet you want to savor the moment forever, inscribe it into your skin as a tattoo.

When you part, your teeth taste like sin and your hands are drenched in the blood of your guilt, but you’d risk it all to do it again.

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One more joy ride on his Cavalieri Novanta, you understand why you loved ( love ) him. Freedom has always come at a price for you, perpetually out of your reach but with him? He makes it easy to be in freefall, and as your hands wrap around his waist, you’re not afraid to hit the ground.

Coney Island is a hellmouth, but at 4AM, the silence is cathartic. You’ve never been to the beach without the buzz of crowds closing in on you, and yet, there is something distinctly wistful about the abandoned park. Still, quiet, with only the creak of the boards underneath your feet, the ocean is there, and yet — you only see Colt. If the Pacific had been an expanse of hope and new horizons, you think that the Atlantic is a deluge of melancholy. There is no room for your sorrows when you’ve finally been let out of your self-inflicted cage. He finds a place in the sand, and you follow along, head on his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me.” And yet, his lips are in your hair, whispering. You think you feel him trace an I still love you with his lips, but you can’t be sure.

“I was drunk.” You still are. You can’t think straight. When you’re with him, all you see is him.

“Doesn’t make it right.”

“Since when have you cared about whether something’s right or not?” It shocks you to the core, more than you expect. It’s not him. This is not the Colt you know.

“You don’t want this. You don’t want me.”

“What - no. Of course I want you. I want you, Colt Kaneko.” You know you do. You’d leave everything behind, run far away with him until your feet bled. Frantic, you find his face, search for that shred of longing you’d become so familiarized with. You don’t find it. “Run away with me. You don’t - we can go back. We can go back.” Desperately, you think that if you say it enough, you could make it a truth.

“You know, Ellie.” Colt swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing in his neck. For once, you cannot read the emotion in his face, and it terrifies you. Seven years is too much time lost, and you think about all of the things you’ve missed.

You do know. Leaving him once, you know. That your longing and love for him has always relied on being apart, that two burning hot fires only created a larger fire that threatened to ruin everything else in its path.

“We would’ve burned each other up, El.” He’s closer now, only a breath away. A finger on your cheek, your hand snakes up and holds his hand, memorizing his touch. His thumb swipes away a tear that you didn’t even know had fallen.

He leans in this time.

A first kiss against the Californian sunset, the last rolled into a New York sunrise, you wonder if you’ll ever look at daybreak the same way again.

[bryanhasanswers]

Fury’s Hot Takes: Paul Phoenix

Okay - Tekken fangirls and fanboys ( or do the kids all say “boiz” now - whatever)... Let’s get right down to it. 

Take a good hard look at the image below... Yeah - that one, right there. Nope - you’re not done - linger a few more seconds than you’re comfortable with.

Now ask yourself: “Is THAT that’s the best they can do?! Try as they might - no one can make this moron look cool or even mildly interesting.

We’re talking about Paul Phoenix and wondering aloud - is there ANYTHING about this star-spangled goof-ball that is even remotely appealing?? 

I could save you a lot of time and just say: “No.” But let’s break it down.

We can start with the elephant in the room and just go straight to the hair. I don’t know exactly how much “product” this douche uses to make it stand up like that, but it has to be on par with everyone’s favorite fancy lad, Lars.

All I know is that if you needed to defeat Paul Phoenix in battle fast - just flick a match into that mess on the top of his head and it’ll go up like a fuckin’ roman candle. And when it does it, would literally be visible from the international space station.

But it’s the contrast that makes it so perfect - lemme explain what I mean kids. When you look at Paul - he has this sullen and slightly confused expression, permanently fixed to his doughy face. But his hair stands straight up in cartoon-ish alarm. Like he was on an episode of Scooby-fuckin’- doo and saw a ghost.

So combine the glum and confused mug - with the standing straight up doo and you got Paul shuffling around in a perpetual state of what looks like “dull surprise.” Which - is kinda accurate.

Dull surprise... our boy’s one size fits all emotion for every occasion.

While I’m sure you all know plenty about ME(Bryan Fury - you know the guy that’s writing all this!) - you’ll also know I go back a few years. That’s a nice way of saying I’m OLD. I remember some of the early renderings of Paul from back in the 80s and 90s. 

Back then, his “people” were trying to play him off as some kind of punk rock dude. He was a lot skinnier and still looked like a dork - that is his most timeless quality - but at least handlers were trying to do something with him. 

Now - they’ve beefed him up and stuck a beard on him and drapped flags all over his ass, until he’s he’s just a star-spangled freakin’ mess. Maybe they’re hoping he can do a guest spot as a celebrity announcer at some monster truck rally in Saskatoon.

He really should be working on his fighting style because - news flash - that sucks too.

[Get used to this kind of thing happening a lot Paul...]

Okay - I’ll give him this much credit - Paul Phoenix has this spiffy little fire-punch thing he does. But it takes him so damn long wind that shit up, that he gets clobbered before he can deliver the goods. He’d probably be really good at interrogating some poor slob that’s tied to a chair - but in a straight up fight - TOO SLOW. 

Maybe he could wipe the floor with Xio’s disturbing as fuck - pet panda (more on that pervy-ass thing in another post) or Lili’s dainty, old as the hills butler - what’sisname... But even then - that old dude’s still breathing - sooo, it’s really anybody’s guess who would win that snooze-fest of a battle.

[Actual picture of Paul trying to think - it’s kind of unsettling when he does that...]

Finally, I shall (mercifully) end this entry with a quick comment about Paul’s mental capacity. In short - I think he’s been hit in the head WAY too much to be effective. 

I’ve got a brown recluse spider that lives above my sink (her name’s Rosie and she’s beautiful) but the point is - Rosie can problem solve and and apply tactics much more rapidly and effectively than Paul could ever hope to achieve. 

He just barely fulfills the requirements for basic, linear thought. 

Case in point - at the last Tekken tournament, I ran into him in the ready room. 

Phoenix was focused like a laser on his phone. He was wagglin’ his big eraser shaped head - scowlin’ and mutterin’ away. I watched as he jabbed his big stubby fingers on the screen, and swiped at shit. Then he inexplicably held it flat in the palm of his hand and held it over his head for a moment... just sort of... waiting. Of course, nothing happened. Then he’d shake his head and start jabbin’ and swipin again.

After watching this sad little scene for a few minutes, I finally thought I’d help the the poor slob (Hey - I’m not ALL bad). So, I went over and asked him what the fuck he was doing. 

Turned out this genius wanted to get some aerial pics of the tournament and was putting his phone into (I shit you not) “airplane mode” so it would... fly. 

Classic Paul - you can’t make this kind of crap up.

I considered humanely euthanizing  him right then and there - but instead - I patted him on the shoulder and told him he was real close and to keep trying then, just walked away.

So that’s the hot take on Phoenix. When you see me beating his ass in the tournament - don’t feel too bad. He doesn’t really feel it - his nervous system isn’t advanced enough.

[bleach-your-panties]

My bad, for Armin Arlert letters are W, X, and Y. For Shoto Todoroki the letters are C, G, and L. 👻😈

Armin Arlert: W - Werewolf: Yellow eyes, fangs as long as your arm, and fur all over. Which side are they on and why? You and Armin were sitting in your living room doing your homework when he suddenly stopped, put down his pencil, and looked over at you. Feeling his gaze, you turned to meet pensive cerulean hues. Raising an eyebrow in concern, you asked, "Everything alright, Armin?" "Werewolves are superior for multiple reasons. Their strength and abilities are unmatched because they literally gain all of the abilities of a wolf. The gray wolf is one of nature's apex predators and-" You stopped him by putting a hand on his arm, a warm smile covering your face. "Okay, I get it; you win, werewolves are superior, my little human dictionary." You leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I, um. Sorry about that." His cheeks took on a rosy appearance. You giggled.

X - X-Ray: What's Halloween without a little naughty fun? It's a day where you can be anything or anyone that you want to be. So, what's under that costume? ;) "That was the most lit Halloween party that I've ever been to." You laughed as Armin closed the door to your house behind himself. "It was pretty fun. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, then kissed your cheek. Giggling, you turned around and wrapped your arms around Armin's neck. "You were a star out on the dance floor." His cheeks turned a little pink and he let out a small laugh. "All thanks to you. You're a great teacher." It was your turn to blush now. You put down little broom that came with your witch costume down on the coffee table. "Um, my parents will be out until morning. Some Halloween gala at their job or something. Do you want to to...spend the night?" You asked cautiously, not knowing how the blond boy would respond. "Sure, I'd love to. I'll take the guest room. The library your parents have installed in there is-" You cut him off by grabbing him by the ruffled white shirt of his pirate costume and planting a deep, suggestive kiss on his lips. Immediately, he knew what your plans for the night included. Armin picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Your room?" You shook your head. "I was thinking of something...more...spontaneous.” Your black and purple corset hit the hallway closet floor after Armin nimbly undid its multiple laces. Next, your black tutu hit the ground, followed by your purple lace panties. " Tell me why we're in the closet again, (y/n)-chan?" He asked between nibbling on your neck. "I felt like we needed to up our spontaneity." You reached into his skull-and-crossbones-covered boxers and massaged him, receiving a moan in return. "Right. Spontaneity." Y - Y. O. L. O - It's Halloween night, and you only live once. So release your inhibitions and do something wild! They won't judge, they promise. In fact, they'll probably be right there along for the ride. "I don't think this is a good idea, (y/n)-chan..." Armin said hesitantly as he followed after you, carrying an entire 6-pack of double-rolled toilet paper with him. "You're right, Armin. It's not a good idea, it's a great idea." You laughed maniacally as the two of you approached the first victim's house. Yes, you had concocted the diabolic plan to TP some of the houses in your neighborhood and you were dragging innocent, wide-eyed Armin along with you. "The first house on our list is Mrs. O'Reilly. She's always hated me and her stupid cats are always bothering Peanut." Peanut is your loving, adorable Chow Chow. He's very playful, loving, and gets along with most other animals. Except for those demon cats from hell. "So this is a revenge run?" Armin asked, stopping in front of the house with you. It was currently 7:00 pm in the evening, and he'd much rather be at home reading or something else productive since it was a school night. "Sure, whatever you want to call it. Now, we have to be quick so nobody sees us and so the old bag doesn't wake up." You took two rolls of the toilet paper and threw each one at the roof where they caught on the storm gutters and rolled down, giving the front porch a nice ghost, pumpkin, and bat-printed banner. "Haha, yes! Pass me some more toilet paper, Armin!" The hesitant blond looked around, trying to make sure that no one was watching him participate in criminal activity. As soon as you'd decorated the house with the other four rolls of toilet paper, a light in the house flicked on. "Oh shit! Run, Armin!" You dropped the empty toilet paper rolls and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the street towards your house. Nothing else could be heard except for the thumping of your Converse-covered feet down the pavement and your laughter. Oh, and Mrs. O'Reilly's threats of calling the police. Shoto Todoroki: C - Costume: What costume would they pick to wear? Are you guys going for a couples' theme? *Pics included* "Okay, so you're definitely going with this one, right?" You asked Shoto, referring to the costume you currently were holding up for him to look at. Shoto looked at you with a deadpan expression. "No." "Oh come on! This one is perfect for you!" He shook his head. "No, it's perfect for me to look like an idiot in and for you to laugh at me in." You thought about it. "True. Very true. Okay, so what about this one then?" Shoto groaned. "(y/n)..." Almost doubling over in laughter, you waved your hand in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll be serious. Look, I have an idea." Halloween Night Your costumes:

Mina approached the two of you outside of your house as you and Shoto were preparing to head to Momo's house for a huge Halloween shindig. "Oh my God, I LOVE you guys' costumes. That's really creative!" She squealed. You beamed. "Thanks, they were my idea. Want some gum?" G - Graveyard: So you decide to spend the night in a graveyard because you think it'd be fun. Right.. How did your night turn out? Shoto usually had sense enough to not follow along with most of your silly ideas and antics, but for some reason he'd decided to go along with your idea to spend the night sleeping in the city cemetery. Also, Bakugo calling him a pussy and betting half the class $20 that he wouldn't do it was also a motivator. Nighttime: You'd come prepared with a tent, sleeping bags, snacks, your laptop and a portable charger so you guys could make the most of your little escapade. "Let's watch a scary movie!" You suggested, popping open a bag of nacho cheese Doritos while Shoto opened a bottle of juice and took a sip. "Fine, but don't even think about crawling into my sleeping bag when you get scared, (y/n)." A ghost of a smile covered his face briefly. "Psh, me, scared? You've got to be joking-" A rustling sound outside your tent made you pause. "D-did you hear that, Shoto?" "Hmm, hear what? Pass the chips, please." "T-there's something out there...what if it's a ghost or a...zombie..." You whispered the last part. "If it is, tell them that it was your idea to come and disturb them." He said, taking the bag of chips from you. Rolling your eyes, you sat down on top of your sleeping bag. "That's not funny Shoto, I-AHH!" You jumped and screamed when you saw two big shadows outside of your tent. "ZOMBIES!" You screamed, unzipping the tent as fast as you could and preparing to run for your life. "Oh my God! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna-" You stopped when you heard laughter behind you. Shoto had slumped to the tent floor on his back, an elbow covering his eyes as he struggled to breathe. "Good way to wimp out, (l/n)." Bakugo cackled, along with Eijiro, who were crawling into the tent. "You guys are assholes!" You steamed as they continued laughing at you. L - Lantern: Take a walk on a lantern-lit path late at night or maybe make homemade ones with a pumpkin and candle. However you decide to do it, do it together. Shoto sat with you at your kitchen table, the two of you carving the insides out of your pumpkins so you could make lanterns with them. "I've never seen anyone do this before." He commented, dumping some more pumpkin guts into the silver pan you two were using. "Yea, I know right. I saw this on Pinterest." You finished up with yours, so you went to the sink to wash your hands. Shoto finished soon after you. You had carved a heart with the two of your names in it on the front of yours and he had carved a flaming heart with your hero name inside of it on the front of his. You snuck a peak at his pumpkin, smirking. "So does that mean that I set your heart on fire?" Returning the smirk, he shrugged. "Something like that." That made you blush and giggle. "I'm going to go grab the candles from my room." He nodded as you headed for the stairs. When you returned, you placed a candle in each of your pumpkins. "Okay, I need the lighter." Rummaging around in the kitchen junk drawer, you came across some mini light bulbs, a bottle opener, and some stamps, but no lighter. "Dammit.." You mumbled to yourself, slamming the drawer shut. "What's wrong?" Shoto asked, noticing the distressed look on your face. "I don't know where the lighter is..." You looked at him, getting an idea. "No, (y/n). The dollar store is right around the corner, we could-" "But why go all the way to the dollar store when you're right here, Toki-kun~" "I thought I told you not to call me that..." His cheeks tinted the least little bit of red. "Pleaseeeeeeee..." Later: "Our lanterns look really nice, don't you think, Toki-kun?" "Mhm..." The two of you sat outside on the porch swing in your charred school uniforms while the firefighters put out the fire in your kitchen. "Yea, my parents do not need to know about this." Shoto nodded, agreeing.

[thesoundofaghost-mp3]

May's tutorial on how to take 2000s looking pics! This is not just for scene and/or emo kids, although ofcourse yall can use this!

Here are a few things you can do to make pictures look like they were taken in the 2000s!

What better way to look 2000s than when you use 2000s technology?

Exemples of things you could take a pic with are: an ipod, or any mp3 player actually, 2000s looking cd players, PS2 controllers (make sure it actually looks like you're playing or believe me, someone will notice!) or xbox controller (if you use older consoles of any type, the vibe might look more 90s but if you manage you can still make it work)

If you can't take a picture next to or with 2000s technology... anything? Well maybe you can take a selfie with a fliphone, or a T Mobile Sidekick (if you have one, lucky you!) or even a Nintendo DS if you've got one of those with the camera! Mirror selfies were also a thing of the (mid?) 2000s if they were taken with an actual camera! Let's also not forget the webcam pictures!

Here's one I took for example:

Special "effects"/ Editing:

One thing that makes almost all pictures look so much more aesthetic/better: putting the flash on! I promise it works almost all of the time, the picture will look more high quality and clearer even though it is the same quality as without! If you think your outfit might not be too great or you'd like to make it look like it was taken with a low quality phone, blur the picture! It could also just look artistic, which works just as good.

As for the editing, Glitter, like edits made on Blingee, turning up the contrast, putting a filter (or a few) that give off a blue hue or darker, add in your FriendProject profile number, or your nickname in a grungy font, or photoshop yourself in front of a cute butterfly background!

The poses and angles!

Taking a picture with only this information might not be enough to make it look as 2000s as you want it to be, so now let's see another thing; the poses and the angles! Especially when you take a selfie, do not understimate the power of the "myspace angle" as you might've heard before, the super high angle from which you take the selfie, in which you could include your whole outfit. I know, out of experience, that the position in which you have to try and stand to get your whole outfit in the picture is very, VERY uncomfortable, but trust me it's worth it!

Here's an example:

Other angles/poses you could use are for example the ones in which you position the camera, phone or whatever you take your pictures with at your feet, put a timer or make someone take the picture for you, in an angle at which your feet will look bigger than your head and your whole outfit will be visible again! This one's hard to explain but here's an example, again from one of my pics because I couldn't find one from someone else: (putting "myspace picture big feet" on google, does in fact, not work)

Shoutouts from most known myspace celebs were a big thing back then, with the name of someone (or their own, partly to prove they aren't catfish) written on their hand or a piece of paper, as well as showing off fake tattoos made with sharpies, or something like "I love you!" on the palm of your head, so standing there showing it, could, somehow be a pose? I guess so... oh well, this is still something that would've been on this list!

There are many more (like for example the ones where your legs look broken as you sit on the floor, or the one where you are showing off your room plastered with posters..) but just know not to just stand there looking lost (unless that's what you're going for), be either VERY dramatic with the poses or super casual, no in betweens or you'll probably look awkward!

Dramatic makeup and hair!

Of course... To keep on being dramatic, because the 2000s very much were, (as every decade, in their own way, but you get what I mean) hair was often in crazy colors and or haircuts! Even if you were neither emo nor scene, celebrities like Christina Aguilera or Kelly Clarkson, to Matt Tuck (that's right!) had highlights in their hair, or just dyed parts of their hair, usually blonde, black or red, but chalk haircolor exists in many colors, so go crazy on that!

See here:

Not only that but side ponytails, extensions, crimped hair, face framing bangs, spiky gelled hair etc. Even if you aren't emo or scene, your hair can cover one of your eyes for the picture!

Makeup had to be very visible, especially as a scene kid or emo kid with the overflowing amount of eyeliner, and colorful mascara or anything that you could find to be original and "artsy" really, but also for any other person! Makeup looks that were usual attire were for example: LIPGLOSS, blue, purple, white or eyeshadow, frosty pink lipstick, a lot of mascara, colorful eyeliner, rosy cheeks, or lined lips (darker on the outside) but none of that would be complete without thin eyebrows! Fake tans are also a go-to if you're feeling it!

Now, if you're too scared to use hairchalk or dye your hair, and you aren't too good at makeup, no worries, you've still got other options!

Props and accessories!

Big sunglasses.. yes, even indoors! Rimmed glasses, Colored lenses, "Bug eye" sunglasses, there are many to choose from! Scarves, very unnecessary but pretty cool looking! Hoop earrings were also in! For guys too, jewelry was often worn, for example diamond earrings, shell necklaces, as well as the typical "gangsta wear", you would've guessed it: the dollar sign necklace or chunky golden chains/necklaces. They were ofcourse not first worn during the 2000s, but they were definitely still very much worn then! Other jewelry often worn were silly bands, wristbands, kandi bracelets and necklaces. You can even wear fake piercings!

As for headwear, still many to choose from, like trucker hats, both for guys and girls and anyone who'd like to wear those, bandanas, fedora hats, (do not recommend, 80% of the time you'll look awkward, but you can't know if you're part of the 20% that could rock the look if you don't atleast try, I guess) "baker boy hats" and big huge bows for all my scene beans out there. Belts. BeLtS! A lot, too much, 3 of them, or one big one, just find whatever you have and wear the goddamn belts! Fishnets! Fingerless gloves! They were very much in, and not just for scemo kids!

Not only is it about things you can wear, but also things you can use for the picture, you can look cute while holding a plush toy, (bonus points if you've got a gloomy bear, hello kitty or gir plush!) mysterious while holding a notebook/ diary of some sort or nerdy with your favorite book, but a lot of pictures get much more fun when they are super random, for example like kiki kannibal, just casually holding a lamp in her garden...

Clothing!

Now, this one will be short as I will mainly give you guys links to some articles that talk about 2000s fashion, but here's a thing: If you're going for a very "in your face" kind of style, go fully crazy lol! Scene kids get your neon green tights or red ripped skinnies out and wear all of the colors, preps wear your shiniest Playboy logo shirt, goths and emos you better wear your nicest black knee high converse, all of it!! Go fucking over the top because truly, it was rarely ever over the top in the 2000s! Also, did I mention? Cringe culture is dead, nobody cares if you somehow manage to truly go a little too far! If you're feeling yourself, don't hesitate to show a little skin, (I don't mean totally naked, duh, especially if you're a minor plz no it's usually a very bad idea) ain't nothing wrong with mini skirts or crop tops! (guys, GUYS please wear them too if you feel like it, I promise you a lot of us think that's hot okaythatsall)

Anyway, here's a few articles on the fashion/clothes! Most of these include also accessories etc but you'll find a lot about clothes!

Includes men's clothing too!

https://www.complex.com/style/best-fashion-trends-of-early-2000s/

Yes.. I know.. Buzzfeed.. But oh well, it's still showing the clothes and fashion like we need! There isn't much for guys here, but there is inspo to take from it lol!

https://www.buzzfeed.com/leonoraepstein/forgotten-early-2000s-trends

Now, I know what this one says... apparently all of these trends were"mistakes"... Well who's gonna laugh when 2000s style makes a comeback? Definitely not them, once they look back on this article!

https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/beauty/fashion/g2898/worst-2000s-fashion-trends/

This article includes men's fashion and also includes a link to buy the items! That is, if you've got 35$ to spend on a cap for example... Which I don't, but that's okay, it's got pretty good examples of the fashion!

https://spy.com/gallery/2000s-fashion-trends-throw-back-style/

And since I couldn't find a good article on 2000s alt fashion, I made a Pinterest board with a few exemples for Scene, Emo, Goth, Mallgoth/Goth, Visual Kei and Cybergoth! There isn't a lot yet, but you'll get the general idea :)

https://www.pinterest.fr/mayskelly/2000s-alt-styles/

I hope you guys like it, and try it! I think I may share my favorite attempts if enough people do it on my instagram story and here, and tumblr as well if anyone participates in this!

[darthrena]

(Your Kisses) Taste like Come what May

Excerpt:

“I promise you will love her.  She’s funny, smart, absolutely gorgeous–Just one date is all I am asking.”

“What has gotten into you all of a sudden.  Is this girl on the run from ICE or something?”

“Armie asked me to marry him.”

Ben felt his world collapsing.  His mild amusement long forgotten under the weight of a thousand unspoken words, missed opportunities, and imagined confessions.

Rose’s voice seemed to come from far away.  "Ben?  Aren’t you going to say anything?“

Ben swallowed, forced his throat to produce sounds other than screaming, or worse, a sob.  Oddly, when his mouth felt capable of speech, it was a faint rasp, no hint of the tempest which roiled within.  "Congratulations.  You deserve to be happy.”

o-o-o-o-o-o

Summary:

Ben, Rose and Hux grew up together.  Ben loves Rose, but Rose and Hux are together.  After Rose and Hux become engaged, Rose tries to set Ben up with her friend Rey.  He reluctantly agrees to go on a date.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Two days later Ben woke to the sound of his phone vibrating against his face.

Disoriented, Ben groped sightlessly for the irritating device, intending to shut off what he presumed was an alarm, and was thus alarmed when an all too chipper voice blared into his ear "Ben!"

"Hello?"  His mouth tasted like cotton, scratch that, he still smelled something floral and citrus and the spicy scent of Rey's arousal.  His dick, most obligingly, shuddered happily at the reminder.

"I'm outside your house.  We're going shopping loser."  The chipper voice continued, sounding more like Rose the longer he listened to it.

"Aren't you a little too Generation X for Mean Girls?" He mumbled into the receiver, scrubbing his face with the hand generating the intoxicating Rey scents, as he reluctantly accepted his wakefulness.

"Very funny.  We are both Millennials I'll have you know.  And Mean Girls is a classic written for our generation."

"Why are you harassing me this early in the morning?"

"It's hardly the morning, Ben.  It's 12:45pm on a Saturday.  You promised me we'd go dress shopping. It's your duty as my Man of Honor."

Ben stifled a groan, wondering why he would ever agree to such torture, although the answer, as always, was because it's Rose.  "I don't know why you want to go with me.  Shouldn't you be dress shopping with Paige?"

"C'mon, Ben, it'll be fun.  Paige will be providing approval via whatsapp.  I'm considering a white pantsuit, so you could provide valuable input.  I'll even throw in a free coffee.  We're talking Starbucks prices here.  Maybe even Blue Bottle if I'm feeling generous.  Then you can tell me all about your date with Rey."

Rose's words had a sobering effect on Ben, who suddenly found himself very awake.  A quick inspection, however, revealed a sleeping, naked Rey beside him, looking delightfully disheveled and marked with blossoming purple.  His dick was very approving.  "Although that does sound very tempting, I'm afraid I'm not home."

He could feel Rose's eyes roll over the receiver.  "I thought you just woke up.  Where are you?"

There was a pause, which had Ben's stomach clenching anxiously for the inevitable explosion.

"Omg Ben.  You're with Rey, aren't you."  Her voice was deceptively calm.  "You are still with Rey, a whole 38 hours after your date."

"Yes..?"

"BEN!"  The delighted squeal whited out the sound for a moment, and Ben winced, glancing at the still oblivious Rey, incredulous that she remained unaffected.

Lowering his own voice in a futile gesture to encourage the same in Rose, Ben hissed "Don't make a big deal out of this.  You're making a big deal out of this, aren't you."

"Ben!  My sweet cinnamon roll.  You finally lost your V-card."

Ben counted to ten, then gritted in a very calm voice, "You know very well that I am not, and was not, a virgin two days ago."

In a tone completely ignoring his previous statement, Rose continued with condescending magnanimity, "Ben, I've changed my mind.  You are excused from today's excursion.  But we are meeting tomorrow for lunch or dinner, depending on how soon you exit the Den of Sex.  And I am expecting details!"

Although he would rather send his mom a dick pic (scratch that, that sounded abhorrent), Ben thought an expeditious end to the conversation was in order.  "I'll message you tonight, okay?  Hanging up now."

"Bye Benny!"

"It's too early for phone calls."  The muffled sound came from his left, where Rey's face was pressed into the pillow.

Contrite, Ben pressed a kiss to her exposed shoulder.  "I'm sorry, Rose called and I was just the right amount of stupid sleepy to answer it.  Or is it sleepy stupid?  Apparently it hasn't worn off yet...Although, according to Rose it's technically the afternoon."

At that, the tousled, chestnut locks shot upward.  "Shit, seriously?  I really need to get to the lab today or Amilyn will have my ass for skipping again."

"Shame, I was hoping to have it."

Rey, despite her worries, flashed him a saucy smile for that remark.  "Maybe next time tiger."

However, in spite of Rey's words, her attention soon became fixated on his very appreciative morning wood, jutting against his belly.  "For now," she said in a murmur, cupping his balls in one hand as the other glided up his length.

A soft groan left his lips as Rey worked him, her slim fingers dwarfed by his cock as they barely made it around the girth.  "Fuck, Rey."

As one hand continued to pump him, Ben felt Rey's warm mouth press against his, and he opened eagerly to her probing tongue.  Just as he began to lose himself to the double assault on his senses, Rey detached from his mouth to his weak protest.

Ben saw a flash of impish grin, before Rey was squiggling down the bed, generously pressing wet kisses on his chest and abdomen, skirting the swollen head of cock to his dismay, in favor of the thatch of dark hair at the base of him.   Rey gave his dick a long lick on the underside that had him bucking forward in search of more, at the moment, preferably in the form of her hot mouth.

"Such a pretty dick," she cooed, before finally wrapping her lips about the red, leaking head.  Her clever tongue occupied itself with swirling around the head and sucking hard, as if determined to wring him of every last drop of precum.  Ben groaned at the onslaught, barely containing the desire to pull her further down his cock until she was choking on him.  Fortunately, Rey divined his desires, bobbing downward to take more of his length into her mouth so that his cock was nudging the back of her throat.

Caught in the wet heat of her, Ben knew it would not be long before he came.  Would she move off him to let him jerk off on her tits, or finish in her mouth?  Either way had him twitching in anticipation, and Ben wondered urgently at the polite way to inform her of such.  Belatedly remembering his voice remained functioning, he gasped her name, "Rey, Rey.  I'm gonna cum--"

Pleasure seized him from the base of his balls up to his throbbing dick and Ben had his answer.  Instead of pulling off, Rey had chosen to suck hard, his cock still lodged deep in her throat, and he had no choice but to cum in place, great spurts shooting down her throat.  Rey swallowed him down gamely, but eventually it was too much for her, pulling away with an obscene pop as cum continued to dribble on her lips.  "Hmm," Rey murmured, licking the tip of him, hazel eyes stinging with tears.

Ben was caught between embarrassment and arousal at the sight.  This woman was going to be the death of him, wasn't she?

Mesmerized by her sinful gaze, Ben closed the space between them to capture her swollen lips in his, gathering her lithe form to his as he chased the bitter taste of his cum on her tongue.  Rey moaned against his mouth, the rubbing of her stiffened nipples against his chest a pleasant distraction, and her mound was a scorching, dripping mess against his thigh.  Ben bent down to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, while sight unseen brought a finger to part her folds and circle her clit, which had her crying out his name.  The pulsing, wet walls of her around his finger had his cock twitching in delight, but Ben knew better than to push his luck.

"So good, Ben," Rey was whispering, voice hoarse from taking him, he realized with a twinge of shame and pride.  "God I want you inside me.  But I really, really do have to go."  Ben smirked at her words, and decided to supplement the efforts of his fingers by bringing his lips around her clit.  A few swirls around her clit and Rey's protests were long forgotten in favor of gripping his hair in an unnecessary effort to keep him in place as she shamelessly moaned her pleasure.   Ben kept two fingers curling into her wet heat as he sucked her clit, and felt Rey fall apart.  Spicy essence gushed against his mouth and drenched his fingers, encompassing his senses with her heady scent and taste.  He hastily removed his fingers in favor of licking into her with languid strokes, pleased by the adorable mewling sounds Rey made as she came down from her high.

At last Rey pulled away to fall back on the bed, delightfully flushed from her rosy nipples to her pink lips, as she gave him a grinning once over.  Obviously the erection his dick, oblivious to schedules, was sporting had not escaped her notice.  "God Ben you are the worst kind of temptation," she bemoaned with a comical groan.  "You and your pretty dick."

How did she manage to make such crude statements so utterly charming?  "Does that mean you'll play hooky again?"

"Ben..."

"Surely another hour won't make a difference.  You need to take a shower anyway."  Although the notion of Rey going to work smelling of him was appealing in its own way, he supposed it was a cruel and unusual punishment for her labmates.  

Rey was eyeing him skeptically.  "Just a shower.  No sex."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

o-o-o-o-o-o

Approximately an hour and half later Ben was pulling into the attached garage of his townhouse, his mind still fully occupied with the memory of sinking into Rey's wet heat, the spray of the shower head striking his shoulders doing little to mask the echoing sound of their cries of pleasure and the pounding of his cock into her pussy.

Entering the cool air of his townhouse after a two days absence, however, did much to dispel the incessant thoughts of Rey, like shaking off the effects of opium when returning to familiar sights and smells.  His townhouse had a spare aesthetic, dark gray blue walls and midcentury furniture, an original John Singer Sargent water color that had belonged to his grandmother rubbing shoulders with an abstract silk painting Rose had gifted him after taking a fine art elective in university.

Given the uncluttered space reflected Ben's preferences for style over sentiment, one could be forgiven for assuming the house to be little more than a place to rest and eat between working days.  In actuality, the townhouse had once belonged to his grandparents, and Ben had many fond memories of summers spent cooking with his grandmother in the charming, spacious kitchen and the gentle rumble of his grandfather's voice as he read him stories in the evening.  Upon inheriting the home, Ben had remodeled the outdated kitchen and updated the faded flower print wallpaper to suit his tastes, but much of the furniture, including the imposing, mahogany work desk that had been his grandfather's, and his grandmother's copper bottomed cooking ware, Ben kept.  If Ben spent more time in the office than was healthy, if he could not recall the last time he had made pasta from scratch using the antique pasta press or spent a lazy afternoon reading on the couch, that did not mean he had a problem.

In a spurt of absolutely spontaneous inspiration, Ben made himself an espresso from his spotless coffee maker and sat himself on his worn leather couch to pull up his laptop.  Kaydel had recently implored upon him the benefits of Freshdirect, and set up an account with his information already imputed.  The next hour passed in agony as he painstakingly navigated the interface for ingredients for making pasta, with long gaps spent wondering what kind of cheese or mushrooms Rey would prefer, whether she would like a green tea tiramisu or whether a classic chocolate cake was more her preference.

It was only after a ten minute phone call with Kaydel to figure out how to complete his order that it occurred to him he was planning a second date with Rey.  Not merely a date, he wanted to invite her to his home.

There was a sonorous drumming as if from far away.  His hands felt dry, or was it clammy?  A heavy respiration drowned out the Saturday neighborhood sounds.  The dove gray walls were turning at nauseating angles--no, he was spinning, his head was hitting the worn leather.  The realization, that this was him, this was happening, hit him like a ton of bricks.  A panic attack.

Ben hadn't had one in over three years, not since before leaving Snoke and Palpatine, and joining his mother's firm after taking a needed two months off.

He forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, and focus on something pleasant--his grandmother's almond and pear pie, working the dough with chubby fingers, his grandmother's wistful smile.

Gradually he felt his heartbeat acquire a normal cadence.

Briefly he wondered whether to call his mother.  Or Kaydel.  Or Rose.  Then dismissed the thought.  Any one of those women would ask him if he was still seeing his therapist, whether he wanted to discuss what triggered the attack.  Leia would scold him and demand that he bring Rey to Sunday dinner immediately.  Kaydel would rat him out to his mother and sign him up for a spiritual detox yoga class or some shit, and Rose--

Fuck.  Rose would know.

God, what was he doing?  Why, was he doing?

Even words failed him.

And Rey, Rey with her dimpled smiles and rippling laugh and way of seeing through him, had managed to cut him to the quick.

He needed air.  He needed distraction.

A quick swipe of his phone (okay, maybe not that quick, but it was a perfectly moderate speed for an adult man), had him dialing a familiar number.

"Hey man, do you think you could get away tonight?  Without Rose."

Also posted on AO3

[sometimesrosy]

Hey Rosie! So, I'm on stan twitter. I have to say, it's really a toxic place but I try to be reasonable, although sometimes I myself turn toxic. Some troll account posted a "screenshot" of some tweet of Eliza claming whatever about Bob, claiming it was real and that she deleted it, etc. Some people were believing it so a friend of mine (who happens to be kinda popular on stan twitter) just called the other people's attention saying it's fake. The troll account started offending her personally, +

+, saying she's a zionist (she's Israeli) and other stuff. I simply went and said for her to not grab personal stuff as she was just calling other people's attention without saying anything personal. The account started offending me too, this time even with sexual stuff, etc. Everything was good until then, just ignored it. Until the account blocked me and started posting pictures of us. I initially freaked out a bit because it was a picture from my private IG, and I never shared that pic +

+ anywhere else. I couldn't care less about the offensive stuff written about my looks, but I don't like to see pictures of me going around the internet without my permission. I have public pictures on my twitter, but somehow this person got one from my private IG account, so he/she has to be following me. In the mean time, we realized the account knew some personal stuff about another friend of ours, so we started piecing it together and suspect who it might be. But how does one deal with this?

What a nightmare. I don’t know exactly what advice to give, because this kind of harassment, and it IS harassment, and it’s illegal, can get WAY out of your control. I was harassed on this site (and sometimes twitter, AO3 and youtube) for two or three years. My harassment didn’t end until I confronted the instigators, and explained that internet harassment is illegal. But it went beyond that because my harassers were also exposed for other things they were doing, and it was huge drama in fandom. It was an actual nightmare and I still get anxiety from it sometimes. 

How I handle it now is to block, unfollow and mute EVERYONE who has ANYTHING to do with that. I block anyone who is AT ALL aggressive, people who are in their krus, people who attack other people, people who spread nasty gossip. RUTHLESSLY block. I unfollow and/or mute people who are negative or talk about things I don’t want to hear. I refuse to argue with people, because if I start arguing about, say, having a right to my opinion on adolescent behavior and development as a teacher and parent of adolescents, as well as just a human being, I get told I offensive and arrogant for not wanting people to hijack me and call me morally bankrupt. Just. Like. I don’t argue with ANYONE any more. Because it always opens the door up to people getting offended that I don’t share their ideas. 

I do not feel comfortable in fandom anymore. But I’m stubborn and i’m gonna, like, carve out my own little bubble and guard it like a doberman pinscher. People call me mean now, but I get a lot less harassment now that I have such strict boundaries. Also, I got rid of ALL stan twitter. It is a platform built for complaining and negativity. I don’t like it. 

[heonie-ween]

When it comes to Jooheon..GO INTO DETAIL. GO INTO DETAIL PLEASE *prettyplease*

Aight, prepare for shitty sentence structure and poor use of vocabulary because yA GIRL MET MX AKL;AJSKDLF (and I’m god awful at descriptive writing lol r.i.p readers)

Okokok so this was wayyyy back when they were rookie babies in July/August 2015 where they were still doe eyed and piss their pants excited by EVERYTHING. They were all here for their first ever performance outside of Korea and you can tell they were so shook by the simple fact that people were there to actually see them. Again, they all kind of looked astounded and a bit overwhelmed being here considering they only debuted 2ish months before in May. 

Anyways this was a pre-show high touch event and you can tell they were nervous, almost like a borderline stage fright kind of nervous. Well idk if that’s the right way to describe them, but let’s just say they were as nervous and anxious to meet us as we were to meet them. They were all awkwardly shifting on their feet not knowing what to do as the emcee translated back and forth, etc. 

So the high touch order started with Minhyuk, then Wonho, Shownu, I.M, Jooheon, Kihyun, and then Hyungwon. Keep in mind event coordinators explicitly said that fans CANNOT grab, intertwine fingers, or anything with the artist. Only a brief touch (a slow high five, essentially).

This was my first high touch event too so I was easily starstruck (and when I become starstruck I become a dead body whose soul left her body). But Minhyuk was the complete opposite and was literally bouncing on his toes utterly excited to be there. The hair on his head was vibrating because he was just so full of energy and life. Honestly, one would think that he was the fan, not the other way around. And let me tell you, Lee Minhyuk does not give a fuck. Even though the event coordinators and emcee made it VERY clear that intertwining fingers was not permitted (stupid rule, but whatever) Minhyuk damn did it anyways. His hands were as soft as silk. Dainty even. Minhyuk looks exactly like he does on TV. Small frame, high-energy, probably squealing, etc. But I was so awestruck by him that I forgot to move on to the others, so Minhyuk and I literally stood there just smiling at each other like big dumb idiots. 

AKLS;JDFALSDFJ I was holding up the line (I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry) but I was in the middle of my moment with Minhyuk when someone’s finger gently hooks around my pinky and it’s Wonho. He had this gentle concerned expression that said either “hey, please don’t forget about me, I need love too” or “hey bitch, you got me worried here because you holding up the line” But either way he had this worried look on his face and if you ask me, I think it’s because he wanted attention too lol. Similarly to Minhyuk he intertwined fingers and held on longer than expected. I should also mention that Wonho wasn’t big back then. Not too big, not too small. I do recall that he was a little bit shorter than me at 5'5", almost 5'6". He had a beautiful gummy smile that made his eyes disappear and it was so awe-worthy that it was disorienting.

Next was Shownu and if it wasn’t for his face or body, I would’ve thought I was touching hands with a 50 year old mechanic. That man’s hands were drier than a desert. His hands were huge, and his palms were rough with massive callouses and open blisters. I figured it must be from working out a lot, but it was still shocking. In profiles Shownu’s usually listed as one of the taller members but he didn’t really seem as tall as expected. You could definitely tell he had super broad shoulders though. And it’s true everyone, Shownu really is a big teddy bear. He looks like he could kill you, but would just say hello and goodbye with the cutest accent ever.

If you thought I.M looks great on screen, wait until you see him in real life. His cheeks had a beautiful rosy tinge that contrasted beautifully on his darker skin. One could say he was just wearing blush, but his cheeks weren’t that color 15 minutes ago. His complexion was the darkest of the others, and unfortunately that’s when I realized that makeup artists/photographers/producers/etc have been covering up his true complexion with make up all this time :( He also had quite a few acne scars on his face and neck (which makes me love him more tbh). Changkyun gave off this quiet shy aura, but it would break often every time someone did something quirky. He’d have a toothy grin with a mischievous glint in his eyes too. As expected Changkyun was shorter than the others, but that didn’t stop him from giving a slow “haiiiii” to everyone

Ok now, Jooheon (my bias, my love) was the most intimidating. His appearance was fierce. His eyes and jaws were sharp and he was unexpectedly huge. Yes, he was a little bit taller than expected but his shoulders were broad and his chest was wide it was so hot and terrifying alarming. Even though he wasn’t that much taller, it felt like he was towering over me. He gave off a very powerful presence, intentionally or not. In contrast to his appearance he was ADORABLE. He put his heart and soul in each high touch he gave. He was aggressively giving everyone double high fives with both hands and he’d hunch down to get on each persons level. Every time he hunched down, he’d get in that persons face and lean in with his whole body to give a cheerful, “HELLO ☺️” He was wearing a baseball hat and the tip of his hat would almost touch the fan’s forehead. If he was any more enthusiastic, he would have head butted them in the face. All in all, very cute guy. Just don’t stare him in the eyes too long or he might suck out your soul. Meeting Jooheon was a terrifying shocking experience, so unfortunately I don’t remember many details after that. 

But I do remember how freaking tiny Kihyun was. Unlike I.M, who is proportional to his body, Kihyun is just so smol. Similarly to Jooheon, Kihyun would lean into the high touch with a clear and accentless “hello”. But instead of looking down at fans, he had to look up because of his height. Just like Minhyuk, Kihyun looks like he does on TV just a smidge bit…tinier.  

Hyungwon is a tree. A calm, cool, and collected tree. Hyungwon was much more relaxed than everyone else. He had a calming aura and a very deep and smooth voice. He was obviously the tallest member, and looked even taller given his stature. 

Meeting Monsta X in general was a crazy experience. I’ve met a lot of kpop people, but MX got me messed up big time.

***Might add more if I remember more later. If I find pics I’ll upload those too :)

[eyeingyouup]

These are the devices or laptops I have found online on eBay and never in all of my life I’ve bidded for anything I’ve always just liked something and just bought with cash. So it was very interesting and exciting to have bidded and of course if I can save money I’ll do so that’s how you stay rich ! So I have been bidding throughout the day and couldn’t believe it that these laptops were so cheap and never doubted or crossed my mind that they’d be scam and a fake advert. So I’m bidding then I browse and see an advert about a scam on specific model I stated this in my previous post on here . So any ways the story with this is that it’s definitely Bunid behind this as over the last couple hours we’ve been talking and each time is defended myself about certain situations I’d got a notification from eBay saying I have been outbid by another person . I knew immediately that Bunid was doing this so a short while later I decided to investigate and I started placing bids on some of these laptops and like I had mentioned in my previous post about this each time I had placed a bid immediately there was a higher bid , that can’t be right . So the idea is for me to bid as much as Bunid wants and I send the money and he keeps it like he took £3500 off me back in 2019 that was a sad moment . Anyways so I’ve bid higher amounts and it only excepts the key numbers that’s used in the sex scandal so it excepts £3000k but doesn’t except 10,000 (that’s cause it’s my number and anything to kill me off right but not that I even thought of it when I did put down that figure ) and then you notice all of the other information on the whole bid like days hours dates the money already put down it’s all the key numbers that’s used in this sick game , and so that’s how you know . You can tell that the advert is fake cause they blur out the serial numbers etc and looks as if it’s glued on and on some pics the plastic covering on the boxes has overlapping folds which is not normal on Apple brand new devices as it normally is just smooth all round with plastic cover . You can tell their trying to disguise that part . Nonetheless whatever the case is I know Bunid has the power to give me a laptop for FREE he can put make and create anything on the system and I’ll get on though in this case I’m still willing to pay for it and when I first saw these laptops very innocently I started bidding so I’m completely innocent but Bunid being Bunid his scammer big time , and he tried tricking me this is the second time no the third time first time he took the money second time was on Shpock being some woman called rosie who tried to make me pay £5000 for what then I’d clocked the email address lol now just cause he saw an opportunity where I was bidding on eBay he created a loads of things he knows I like and so he tried to make a honey trap . But it wasn’t allahs will and so I clocked everything and I was right as I was still a little confused even though I saw the proof in front of me first time round I said Bunid ain’t gonna do it but it turns out I was wrong and he also took sides again with that tramp Sri Lankan dude who gave me all the sweet talk then ditched me yesterday taking my T . I was being kind and genuine as usual , hadn’t I had a copy of his ID , he would have not given my money that he owes on Tuesday . Let’s see if he does or doesn’t cause if he don’t then I’m gonna hand his details to the durrty Nigerians where they’ll make copies of his ID and he will not survive in any country for reel and I will clone him no body is badder than I am when it comes to this game he’s Fucking with the wrong person ! But it’s sad about Bunid , but I understand, never cry for the same thing twice . Cry to allah . Sunday 11th July 2021 . I’ve done everything nobody has or will have the energy like me . It’s Bunid who is really losing !

[losingitinjersey]

How is it only Monday?!  Dinner tonight was “breaded” chicken with summer salad (soon to be dubbed harvest salad for the changing season).  

Man, it makes SUCH a difference buying quality meat.  I mean, I guess this should be common sense but it wasn’t to me.  I always bought whatever was cheapest but recently started buying better quality and the results are incredible.  This meal with cheap chicken is pretty blah compared to tonight’s awesome juicy chicken tenders!  

GPOY showing off my new lipstick AFTER dinner.  Like, I put it on two hours ago, ate dinner and it still looks like it did right after application!  I wasn’t even eating carefully.  I keep running to a mirror to make sure it’s still there and it is!  

@westcoaststartinganew tagged me in 30 questions so let’s get to it!  

Answer these 30 questions about yourself and tag 20 other blogs you’d like to get to know! 

1.       Nicknames:  Angie or Ang

2.       Gender:  Female

3.       Star sign: Aries

4.       Height:  5′6″

5.       Time:  7:12 p.m.

6.       Birthday:  March

7.       Favorite band:  Eve6!!!

8.       Favorite solo artist:  Neil Diamond?

9.       Song stuck in my head: Now I have “Cracklin’ Rosie” in my head since we brought up Neil Diamond.  “Play it now, play it now, my baby”

10.   Last movie you watched: In theaters, IT!!!!, at home, “Mike & Dave Need Wedding Dates”

11.   Last show you watched: Emmy’s!  Does that count?  If not, “You’re The Worst” or “Better Things.”  Love those shows so much.  

12.   When did I create my blog:  July 2017!

13.   What do I post: Food logs, food pics, keto recipes, extra long stories about my day and the random awkward adventures I find myself in, selfies, cat pictures.  

14.   Last thing I googled: keto chicken tender recipe

15.   Do you have other blogs: Yes!  My long-term blog that I have sadly slightly abandoned in favor of this one (created in November 2010), and my original one (created in October 2010).  Each blog has helped me find a very important outlet in my life and are oh so cherished.  

16.   Do you get asks: Nope, but it’s turned on

17.   Why did you choose your url: I wanted this blog to be weight-loss focused.  I thought about putting “keto” in the title but I didn’t want to trap myself into keto if it wasn’t going to work out long term for me.  I also thought it was funny because it’s also a play on words for both losing weight and losing my mind :)

18.   Following: 114

19.   Followers:  588

20.   Favorite colors: Veridian and slate.  (yes, I totally had to google “shades of green names” to come up with veridian) 

21.   Average hours of sleep: Around 7 hours.

22.   Lucky number:  3!

23.   Instruments I played:  At 6 years old I played the piano for 6 months then one day told my mom I’d like to take a break until I was 16 (never picked it up again).  In fourth grade I played the flute for half a year until my music teacher told me to quit (I was horrible and never practiced but still, rude).  In 7th grade I desperately wanted to a drum set so my mom bought me drum sticks, a rubber pad and a VHS “You Can Play the Drums” to test my commitment.  Smart on her because I never went any further than that.  In 9th grade I took singing lessons for a year until the teacher wanted me to start performing and I was going to have none of that so I quit.  I’m sensing a theme here...

24.   What am I wearing? Comfy house clothes consisting of my baggy black lounge pants, a loose black shirt, and no bra (obviously, comfy home life ftw!)

25.   How many blankets I sleep with: Comforter with no sheet (Kevin gets the sheet)

26.   Dream job:  Executive Assistant (I’ve achieved my dreams!)

27.   Dream trip: Ireland, Scotland, Amsterdam

28.   Favorite food: Sandwiches!  

29.   Nationality: American

30.   Favorite Song:  Gah, I can’t pick, I have a million!  Let’s just go with an Eve6 song for consistency with question 7, “Open Road Song.”  Best sung while driving with the windows down!  

I’m definitely not tagging 20 of you guys so let’s go wittthh:  @darkbginger, @justanerdwholovesart, @meishamodifying, @amanda-healthyhappywhole, @lchfjourney, @exercisecatsandketo

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: NMNL Sept 19

Just a tiny update, I got my issue resolved on TokyoCatch. Apparently there’s an issue where you need to make sure your shipping info is entirely filled out, as soon as I checked that and modified it, it was fixed!

Anyway, I only won the 1 item so far, so I’m trying to decide if I want to just include a pic of it in a future review, or gather several items and then do like a... partial-review on them and the game/website.

“We hope you had a fantastic summer! This month’s beauty box has a floral theme. We hope you’ll feel like a blossoming beauty with the adorable makeup and skin care products coming in September’s box!“

(is it me or is the info kind of lackluster this month?)

Contest

This month, the prize items are a collab between Pokemon and the brand It’s Demo. Besides a makeup palette, winners could also receive eyeliner, and lipstick.

Glam Gift

For this month, the official GG winner received some special, limited edition Sanrio products featuring My Melody and Little Twin Stars. The items range from cosmetics to accessories like a hand mirror and an adorable, My Melody doll brush (which looks so cute~).

In going with our floral theme, this months Horoscope is “Which Flower matches your Star Sign?“, and this is what it says:

Aries: Honeysuckle

Taurus: Poppy

Gemini: Lavender

Cancer: White Rose

Leo: Sunflower

Virgo: Buttercup

Libra: Rose

Scorpio: Geranium

Sagittarius: Carnation

Capricorn: Pansy

Aquarius: Orchid

Pisces: Water Lily

Which one did you guys get? :3 is it a flower you like? I was very happy to have gotten Rose, because those are my favorite flowers~

We also have a page describing some flower ingredients one should try using for various reasons. Make sure to try out some natural items featuring them if any of these apply to you:

Cherry Blossoms - the extract lightens hyperpigmentation and increases skin elasticity, soothes irritated skin, and protects it from damage and signs of aging.

Camellia - Camellia oil hydrates and smooths the skin, protecting it from damages and signs of aging.

Roses - Intensely hydrate the skin, so its recommended for “mature skin“. The extract also minimizes scars, stretch marks, and wrinkles.

Chamomile - High antioxidant and moisturizing properties, especially useful against things like acne or dry skin.

Marigold - also good for acne and skin irritations like eczema and rosacea. Prevents premature aging and skin damage.

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Green Tea Nose Pack

Our first item is this simple little nose cleaning pack from Etude House. It is filled with green tea extract that helps tighten the pores, while the patch removes dead skin and blackheads. It’s very easy to use, all you do is make your nose wet (or the patch too) and then smooth it on your nose. After 10-15 minutes you remove it, then you use some cleanser or toner, or just water if you don’t have any.

I’m not going to lie, I was dreading this item <_< Anytime I’ve seen people use nose patches or skin patches that adhere/suction to the skin, it HURTS to pull off. I’m a big wuss so I was innocent assuming this would be the same thing. Plus I don’t like green tea, and I was worried it wouldn’t even work.

BOY WAS I WRONG!

Not only does it smell amazing (it was like a... light floralish scent, but weirdly enough the pack smells like green tea), but it didn’t hurt to take off at all, and it actually helped! My nose is blackhead free and feels very smooth, I love it! My nose has felt so smooth and soft since~

I plan on buying a handful more for when I need them off of Tokyo Haul, the store website for the makers of the subscription box (they only cost about $1). I would seriously recommend these if you have a “strawberry nose” of your own.

Fleurissant Lip Glow & Rosy Lips

For this month we get 2 lovely and fun Lip products; first up is the Fleurissant Lip Glow by Glamfox. These are pretty much those really pretty jelly lipsticks/gloss with a flower in them, and they have the ability to change in shade depending on how much you apply or your current body temperature to give you natural, but noticeable color and shimmer.

In the box there was 6 possible flowers and a couple different box designs. According to my tube, I got GL04 Rose Flower.

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Our next item is this adorable little rose tinted lip cream by The YEON. I was really excited to get this because I’ve seen them before on Youtube (usually for slime making) and I thought it looked cute. The color I got was S102 Rose Petal, but there are 3 colors in total we could have gotten.  

(The darker product is the rose btw)

As you can see, the jelly flower product is fairly sheer but very shimmery. As I said above, you can apply it a little more -or allow your temperature to handle it- and it will darken over time. I already own a couple of these and I really like them because it gives your lips a really subtle change and kind of gives them a “healthier“ glow.

Usually these are scented (my original one smells like peach) but this one... it has a scent, but it isn’t fruity, so I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be. I still like it though, these jelly lip products are usually always good and this isn’t an exception, I’d recommend it if you never tried one before.

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Meanwhile, the rose is way more vibrant. As you can see in the pic, it looks red, but on the skin it’s more of a... magenta, red raspberry hue. It also has a very faint rose scent.

It’s a creamy and smooth feeling product, it doesn’t feel oily or heavy on the lips. I don’t like vibrant or dark colors on my lips because I feel like they don’t look good on me, but I did like this color, and in certain conditions (maybe spring or summer?) I feel like it could look nice. Right now I think it just highlights how pale I am.

Both of them are really nice, and it wasn’t really hard to remove them for items meant to tint the skin. My only concern is that where I used the product on my hand and wiped it off... the skin is red and blotchy looking now. So I don’t know if I had some kind of reaction (but my lips are fine) or if the skin is really dried from how much I was rubbing it.

Spring Eyelash Curler

I’ve been needing a new eyelash curler but nothing I’ve tried to replace my original pair (a hot pink one) with has come close to feeling comfortable for me, so I kept using them. I know in most cases you could say they’re all the same, but to me it didn’t feel that way. These are by the brand NOYL, and as you can see in the package there is a replacement curling piece for one the first one gets too old and hard to clean. 

I know I’ve said this before, but my most favorite color is pastel/pale/baby/light pink. So seeing these in the box gave me a really good feeling, even the little clasp on them is translucent pink~

I really like these, they feel a lot like my old pair and even without any product they managed to curl my lashes so that they looked more neat, controlled. They’re not loose feeling, and the handles are curved to contour the fingers, so it feels comfortable to hold too.

Therapy Air Mask & 10 Second Morning Sheets

Our next Etude House product is a therapy air mask, a facial mask that is extremely thin and loose to fit any face shape. These are available in 4 different scents/types: Cherry Blossom (firming and brightening), Camellia (lifting and skin radiance), Damask Rose (fresh moisture), and White Flowers (moisturizing and brightening). These are also hypoallergenic, so they’re good if you have sensitivity to certain ingredients.

This smells amazingly good, the scent is a fairly light cherry blossom/sakura with a perfumey note. I really like it, I have to find something with the same scent so that I can keep it forever.

In terms of a facial mask, I’d say this was a really good one. It was super-wet and a bit sticky, and because of how thin it was it was kind of a pain to open and put on- but it was really nice once applied. My face had a wonderful cooling effect from it (especially my lip when it accidentally got some product on it). My face also feels really nice after using it.

I might have to pick up a couple of these from Japan Haul too~

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This item is by Joteki and it is called a 10-second sheet because it saves you several “morning routine“ steps, as they are made to clean, cleanse, and moisturize your skin. Besides letting you take your morning get-ready session easier, it would also come in handy if you’re going on a trip or if you want to keep it in your purse or car because you can leave out other items, such as creams, cleansers, moisturizes.

There are 2 different sets in the box, the one I got specifically says its for oily skin. I’m not sure what the other one is, maybe dry? You get about a months worth, and they come in a really fun, colorful re-sealable package.  

I have a dry skin problem so I always worry that oily skin products will dry my skin <3< but so far I haven’t had that problem. These have a scent but I can’t exactly pin-point what it is, because it doesn’t smell fruity, herbal, or flowery. Weirdly enough, the scent reminds me of liquid medicine, like the kind you might take for bad cough or to help you sleep? I like it though, whatever it is.

Anyway, I ended up trying one of these out the other morning after a shower and my face felt really nice and smooth~ I did wash my face prior to using it, so I tried again the next morning with nothing on my face and got the same result. I’m not sure if physically anything changed, but my skin feels a lot nicer.

Mascara & Mascara Top Coat

You know, I didn’t realize there was such a thing as a mascara top coat. At least I don’t believe so... apparently its just used to help seal the applied mascara to keep it on your eyelashes longer, or you can use it on its own to give your lashes a natural cute look without the mascara.

Meanwhile, this specific mascara came in a few varieties; volume, length, and point (for outer lashes). Mine says I got the volume type. It has a faint un-identifyable scent, but the top coat is a lot stronger and the smell reminds me of paint, kinda.

I’m not sure how I feel about the mascara. It has a very curvy spooly/wand and I’m not used to that. But generally it did its job and they’re darker then what they were and more... spread out and spidery. I don’t hate it but my eye feels sticky when I blink or shut it, which has never been a problem before with other mascaras. I also poked myself in the eye trying to remove the reside beneath it when I tried wiping it off, which btw did NOT come off...

Meanwhile, the top coat is really nice. It helps to keep the natural color while adding some shine and the “effect” of applied mascara, but the lashes aren’t stiff, spidery, or sticky. I would recommend this on its own or with mascara, I could see it being useful for those who aren’t familiar with mascara (or are too young for it) too.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 4.5 out of 5. I liked everything with the exception of the mascara. But not because of its quality or anything, just because it frustrated me >3< everything is really nice and felt good when I used it, I’d recommend each one. Everything was in perfect condition, most of the items are re-usable and cute.

Theme: 5 out of 5. Obviously this gives me a spring vibe, not an Autumn/Fall one, which kind of bothers me. But at the same time it makes it more interesting so I don’t frown upon that. I love flowers and a lot of natural products use them, and this box was definitely giving me flowery vibes.

Total Rank: 10 out of 10. Like August’s box this one only focused on the face, which isn’t bad because most beauty products and cosmetics are for the face- but at the same time it’s a little typical/boring. I prefer when we get mixed items (like face, nails, feet, skin, hair, etc) or a mixed theme (like one month its hair-based, one month face, one month skin). I especially wish we got more hair products because I really liked getting those from the older boxes. But the box has the cute factor I craved and the items are really fun and good quality!

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

Nose Pack - I did not expect to love this as much as I did. But it smelled great and it worked pain-free :D seriously, get this one!

Face Mask - It smells so good! I wish we got a couple of them~

Morning Sheets - If you use a lot of products in the morning I would recommend buying one of these and trying it out instead. My face has been feeling really nice since I’ve been using them these past few days

Eyelash Curler - I can get rid of my old one for sure now I think. I love it.

Mascara Top Coat - I feel like this is something you shouldn’t be smelling, but besides that I like it. I usually prefer mascara that I can visibly see, but on its own I think it’s really sweet and it definitely gave the eye softness. 

Rosy Lips - It feels nice on my lips but I don’t see myself wearing this very often. Quality wise its there, but the color doesn’t look right on me.

Lip Glow - It’s very pretty and I love the packaging, but I already have one of these I like a lot more because its cute and smells yummy.

Mascara - I’ve had better, and I prefer a straight wand.