#Self made star Tshirts

[selfmadestar22]

Self Made Star's Mission is to encourage and support people in unlocking their true potential and taking control of their future. We all possess the power to design our successes and shape our destinies.

[aroaceconfessions]

Feeling a bit philosophical here...

So I think love IS an important part of being human (one of many). Know how the ancient greeks had seven different words for love? (Actually eight, but I'm leaving out obsessive love cause that shit ain't healthy):

Eros - romantic love

Philia - affectionate, friendly love

Agape - selfless, universal love

Storge - unconditional, familiar love

Ludus - playful, flirtatious love

Pragma - committed, enduring love

Philautia - self love

And I think it's beautiful, because it's not a ranking system. If you don't feel certain types of love, you don't have to 'settle' for the rest, because each type is still love and love is no limited recource. And an endless amount of love is enough to fill any life with happiness.

There are so many things to love - people, animals, nature, art, music, stars, rocks, your houseplant, your favourite tshirt, pizza, a trashy tv show. Yourself. It seems so silly that people think that, in this big world, someone couldn't find happiness just because their love isn't focussed on that tiny fraction of the universe that is made of human beings.

Submitted June 21, 2023

[ninyard]

whenever you have a moment for some oc yappery i'd love to hear more abt Paris

you asked for it here's paris (ilovehimilovehimilovehim)

-- paris antonis

-- 25

-- backliner on the same team as lilya, also hoping to get signed for the us court but keeps getting that disappointing phone call that says not this year

— transferred from edgar allan to usc after his first year

Paris. 6'2, he's got big arms and a bigger heart. his hair is buzzed, he has more tattoos than he can count, and always has something in his anxious hands. he’s a seriously empathetic person - if you’re upset, there’s a good chance he’ll end up crying with you. he’s sensitive, a little bit paranoid, and he probably doesn’t trust you.

Paris was scouted for the Ravens from his high school team - he played exy from pretty much the time he could walk. star player, captain of the team, with his recognisable smile and even more recognisable laugh, he was offered a position on the raven lineup, and of COURSE he was going to take it. his wardrobe got darker, more and more people clapping hands on his back saying congratulations, man. they’re the best of the best. you’ll fit right in.

he remembers clearly the last time he saw most people from his hometown - his best friend clare, who pulled at the collar of his black tshirt and asked if this was the new normal. his coach, who shook his hand and wished him luck, not after showing him the picture of him they were printing out to put in the halls of his high school. his little brother jonas, who made him promise to call. who made him promise to send letters and postcards. his older sister sasha, who promised him she’d watch every game. his mom who cried as she watched him leave. his dad who finally told him he was proud of him.

the last time paris smiled in edgar allan was in the minutes where he waited to be escorted to the nest by a raven. paris stood up to shake the girls hand, who only looked at his outstretched palm and told him to follow her.

the next few months were the worst months of his life. he met lilya, who seemed to fit in already, even though she arrived the day before he did. they were partners from the beginning. paris learned the rules of the nest very quickly, and very painfully.

he cried for his mom at the end of his first week. he stopped crying after a month.

there was not a part of him that didn’t change. he became a robot, a shell of himself, a machine that only cared about exy, that lived and breathed edgar allan. happy, smiley paris became this shadow of himself. he forgets what his own voice sounds like when he’s not scared, or tired. he wakes up afraid most of the time.

paris has a scar on his bicep that stretches from just below his arm pit to just above his elbow from some hazing ritual in his second month in EAU. he’s really self conscious about it, because it healed in a messy jagged line - every time he thought it had healed he’d be back on the court and it’d just split back open again. it was the first thing he covered up when he started getting tattoos the summer that he left the nest.

his story goes a little like this then, afterwards; he called his mom the night that he left. while he took a cab as far away as he could, she bought him a plane ticket home.

he didn’t last long back in his hometown.

he couldn’t speak to his family, their pleas for him to talk to them quietly ignored with a shake of his head. his dad noticed the scar across his cheek first, from Paris’ first fight, and his sister was the first to see the awful scar on the back of his calf from where a helmet had been thrown at him and broken skin so badly it needed stitches. his little brother touched the scar on his arm and asked what happened. Paris bought his ticket to California that night, when he’d only been home for a week.

he realised something about himself had well and truly fundamentally changed when he smiled a couple of months into training and adjusting to life at usc; he was having lunch with his teammates, and a joke was said, and he smiled. unintentional, but newly unnatural. a first year goalkeeper nudged him and said, “i think that’s the first time i’ve seen a real smile on your face you since you got here.”

popular, happy, sportsmanship awarding winning Paris, Paris with the pretty smile, Paris with the laugh that you’d recognise from a mile away. Paris who graduated high school as the most likely to become a comedian, most likely to make you laugh, his peers parents’ favourite friend. clare used to tell him off for making her smile when she was down - now? now his own smile no longer reached his eyes, the impulse to laugh buried beneath a single year worth of beatings and suppression. now his teammates were only noticing his first smile, three months into his time at USC.

Paris is paranoid, Paris has to read over documents a hundred times to make sure the terms are okay, Paris doesn’t trust people anymore. he used to be known for being that guy who would tell his friends to give someone the benefit of the doubt, to give someone a chance, to not judge a book by its cover. now he feels like he's skeptical of everyone he meets.

he’s afraid of someone knowing his secrets, he’s afraid of spilling secrets. he never got back into contact with his family once he left for california, except for the odd “im alive” text he sends to his sister once every couple of months. maybe sometime in the future, when he feels like himself again, he'd reach out and make amends, but he can’t let them see him like this. he can’t bear to have his mother look at him the way she did when he first came home. like she doesn’t recognise her own son anymore, like she’s raised this sweet boy and he’s turned himself into a soulless monster.

Paris doesn’t really label his sexuality, but he feels like queer fits him best.

things change for him eventually. he starts to feel like himself again. he smiles more, letting people in, and sometime by the end of his third year he’s heard his true laugh again. it takes him a long time to heal from that year in Edgar Allan, but it’s a slow and painful process, and a very lonely one. but he gets there eventually, with people by his side pushing him forward every step of the way.

there's some more stuff about paris here and here and under my ocs tag but if i dont stop i'll just keep talking about him forever <3

[ratsoh-writes]

Have you worked out a system for currency in Ebbott?

I have! It goes by copper, silver and gold coins!

Coppers are like the pennies, silvers work as a 50 cent piece and gold as the dollars.

So 50 copper to a silver, or 100 copper to a gold

And 2 silver to a gold.

Gold pieces come in 1 and 5 coins. Higher than that is paper money which comes in 10, 20, 50, 100, 1000 and 10000 bills.

Compared to American money, one gold is worth about 1.25 American dollars.

The coins themselves have different sizes and shapes too. Coppers are smallest and circular, silvers are the same size as gold, like a quarter, and circular. Gold is a diamond shape and the same size as a silver and a 5 gold is an eight point star shape, the same size as a silver and normal gold.

The 5, 20, 50 and 100 G bills are also different sizes from smallest to largest. Anything worth more than a 100 is the same size as the hundred.

The silver and copper coins depict an echo flower while the gold coins depict a golden flower. The bills all have the flag of ebott and both flowers on them. Monsters don’t like having anyone’s portrait on their money.

And here are some average prices of common items to kinda show how things cost in ebott!

Gallon of milk: 1 gold and 5 copper

Gallon of gas: 2 gold

Carton of eggs: 1 gold 10 copper

Bag of crab apples: 1 silver

Bag of potatoes: 30 silver

Sack of flour: 1 silver 10 copper

Sack of dried crickets: 25 copper

Fresh loaf of bread: 3 gold 35 silver

The average Jeans/slacks: 125-150 gold

Tshirt: 50-70 gold

4 bedroom House: 200,000 gold

Average rent in ebott city: 300 gold per month (gets much lower outside of major cities)

In ebott, most basic groceries, like fresh fruit veg and insects are dirt cheap. Ebott is self sufficient in feeding the population making the food situation very nice for every one.

Housing is also in a good spot right now with homes being built all the time. Although it’s more common still for generational homes. Most monsters will buy, then build onto that property to include more family like their children’s spouses and grand children rather than said kids leave and buy their own homes.

Clothing however is very expensive since mass production is too hard to do. With the diversity in monster bodies and sizes, and the buyers market just isn’t big enough to make it so, so clothing has to be tailored and hand made.

[steveshaped]

i knew you'd come back to me

a/n: i was searching for a christmas fic with steve, a little bit of fluff and a whole lot of angst. this is just me scratching that itch. btw this is a sideblog which i'm using to write and i don't know if i will continue using it or not.

anyway, this is entirely inspired by my obsession with cardigan by taylor swift so... here we are.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

content warnings: angst, fem! implied reader but can be read as gn! too. the snap didn't happen but time travel did, go along with it, would you? kinda sad ending maybe.

you stare at the pumpkin cookie dough as thoughts of last december creep in. snow, spaghetti, sparkling champagne, shortcakes, silver on the table and these cookies.

those were the kind of dinners you had with steve.

gooseflesh erupted on the back of your neck as you felt the cold air seep in through the door as someone walked in, snapping you out of the memory.

"good evening, would you like to order a coffee?" you ask customarily as you get ready to take his order.

"uh, yeah, can i get a pumpkin spiced latte with vanilla?"

you look up at the guy, almost hoping to see someone else. steve always ordered that since the first time you suggested it to him.

white snow and black coffee, that's who he was before he met you. until you started adding more spice to his life.

it was the middle of december and for some reason you've had steve on your mind all day long. the last time that you had thought of him was when a memory popped up on your phone with a picture of the two of you. you've since deleted all the pictures from your phone (of course, after taking a backup) but that was when you'd finally taken a step to put it past you. that was when you'd decided to stop making yourself suffer in the tiniest of ways. 

today was not helping.

today had been full of coincidences. if that's what it still was, a coincidence. you had gone to pick up your dress from the dry cleaners after your daily run in the morning and you'd seen the exact pair of levi's that steve owned. perhaps not the exact one because this pair had a huge stain on it. so you wound up thinking about the night when he'd been wearing those when he took you out on a date and you both ended up drinking a lot of wine with dinner. he was barely intoxicated, obviously– but being around your silly goofy drunk self made him less sober. and when you both stumbled into your home, unable to locate the light switches– steve opened your curtains whilst you played some music from your phone and took out the good wine for the both of you to have. then your favourite song came on and steve asked you to dance– the streetlight streaming in– illuminating his face– he almost looked younger, carefree, more than you'd ever seen him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he placed his hands on your waist, both swaying with the beat.

you remember that later when you'd changed into your sweats and crept into the bed with him, you were grateful that it was a sunday the next day and you'd be lucky enough to wake up next to him rather than be greeted with an empty bed as usual. steve adjusted as you climbed under the covers with him and his hand crept up your back, under your sweatshirt, trailing your spine– always at the same spot. as you tried to fall asleep, you spent some time tracing the stretch marks on his arms. the ones he said he had gotten when he was treated with the supersoldier serum and his body grew too quickly, too soon. he wore a thrifted vintage tee, the one he'd found when you took him to your favourite thrift shop down the street. not quite as old as him, but then again, only a few things were. somehow he gravitated towards them, feeling a kinship towards the lost things of the world. it was the same tshirt you'd seen a dad wearing in the park you'd gone to for your morning run.

normally you didn't have time to notice your body when you got ready for work. but today you noticed the constellation of stars tattooed on your knee. the ones he'd drawn after you slipped and fell in the shower and ended up with a large bruise and swollen knee. steve took care of you the whole day, he gave your knee kisses 'to make it heal faster', the way his ma used to. when he was finally leaving the next morning to go on a mission with nat, he drew those stars– a kiss that would stay with you. you waited for your knee to get better, wrapping it up and making the ink last longer on your skin till you could finally make it permanent.

but it was inevitable, you always knew you'd loose him. every time he went on a mission, every moment he wasn't with you, you were preparing yourself for it.

only when you had started to feel more secure– only when you'd catch yourself daydreaming of a future with him– that was when you'd lost him. you remember the car ride to the train station when he was leaving again for new york that week. you'd been feeling odd that day, for no apparent reason. you assured yourself that steve will come back soon. he'd been living with you for the past couple of months until he got a call from tony (only that it was bruce) telling him about some infinity stones.

the steve you knew, listened to you. when he left, he'd grown out his hair and beard on your suggestion– that was your steve. not the version that everyone else knew. the steve you knew was a human being who sometimes made mistakes, occassionally had mood swings, on some days he loved you more and other days not so much (on days you'd had another one of your fights about his retirement) but at the end of the day, he was yours. that's what you thought.

everyone else thought that if anything, steve was loyal. but when the war was over and steve left with the infinity stones, you sat in your home waiting. for days and days you had waited. but there was no news of him. had something happened to him? did he need saving? if so, why didn't anyone go back for him? and no one would say anything. not even bucky. you weren't sure if you had to grieve or not. the only thing you knew was that steve was alive. he didn't come back to you though.

until tonight, when you came back home to find someone sitting on your porch, waiting for you. it took you some time to register. it was steve, it really was him but, he was older. much much older than the steve you knew. 

"y/n"

"steve" you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. you didn't know if that made you look brave or detached. would it make him think that what you had was not real? but if he really went back to live his life then did he ever think of your relationship as something real?

"can we talk?" he asked. his voice was heavier, older too. you let the man in. made him a fresh cup of coffee. 

"the cold really hits you at this age" he says and you laugh out loud. steve was never cold, even when you'd be shivering with teeth chattering cold, you could still find him to be perfectly warm. on occasions you have used him as a human heat regulator. you hand him a hot cup of coffee as you sit down on the couch.

he explains what happened. he explains how he chose peggy. he was a loyal man after all, he had to show up for the promised dance. and he stayed, he wanted to. but he didn't want to hurt you. you'd only been together for how long? you let him finish because you didn't want to fight him. you don't even know how to anymore because this man wasn't the steve you knew. this man had lived his life.

so you let him finish his story. about how he'd passed on his shield to sam. how he needed to come back a last time to explain everything to you because you didn't deserve what he did to you. it took him months because he was sorting out legal stuff. and then some more time to decide what to say to you. and here he was.

last christmas you had steve, tackling you with kisses. a dust of sugar on your nose that he licked up for you. and the sweet aftertaste in his mouth when he kissed you right after. of steve, of sweet vanilla and pumpkin spice from his coffee that he'd had earlier.

you had met him on the train from new york. you'd get to talking around when he way eyeing your cookies (which smelled delicious, who wouldn't?) and so you ended up offering him some. you had some pretty good laughs on that ride, and you didn't mind that he finished up your snack. you'd only known him as steve. so when he asked you out on a date while geting off on the station, you weren't surprised– he was a charming man. and you weren't afraid of admitting that he had your heart right then.

and it's hard to believe that it was only last year that steve was here, putting up the ornaments on the tree for you, massaging your feet after you came home from a very busy day at the cafe, him kissing you at midnight on new years. why is everything so different now? you couldn't help but wonder, what if it wasn't? what if that steve was still here?

but he wasn't. and for that you forgive him, you had to. for your own good. he chose peggy and you forgive him because what you had with him was enough for you. 

you never did hope for a lifetime with him. 

what you had was a lifetime. 

"it's okay steve" you said. and he knew that you were okay then, that you will be okay without him.

that night was the last you saw of him, you sat beside him with your head on his shoulder, breathing him in for the last time as you held his warm hand between your cold palms. and before he left, you kissed his cheek for the last time. you had him at last. he came back to you. and your's was the last kiss he would hold.

[your-old-sins-tournament]

12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE A

Silvia Greystone [Vio]

She’s a lost princess from an alternate dimension. She has powers over all things fall, including manipulation over leaves, set to work together with the twin (with winter powers) she didn’t know she had until discovering that magical kingdom. Now obviously she is picked on by her principal who is secretly working for the Evil Dark Lord, but she’s going to overcome with style and grace.

Description: Just your average 00’s girl with long hair and a Tshirt-jacket combo, what else?

Fiona

She was my self-insert Other Cool Child Genius to match Wesley in Star Trek: next gen. the two of them would hang out and stuff except fiona was way cooler because she was an orphan and had a long braid. i actually made a clay model of her and it looked exactly like Captain Riker except with long hair 👍 i think this was my first OC ever

i don't remember if it was a romance thing sorry everyone

Description: imagine Fawn from Tinkerbell except as a human 11 year old with Toph Beifong's confidence and sass

[mojaves]

For Alex:

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

For Ryan:

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

For Dev:

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

For Dev's unnamed brother:

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

Hope this isn't too much!

ALEX.

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

YES!!! he plays the guitar and the piano [: wouldnt necessarily say he is like. theee single most talented guy ever. but he's pretty good at what he does. it's more for fun than for like. the purpose of producing music/being in a band/etc. fun little side hobby that kept him busy when he was still alive,,, maybe he will pick them up again one day. who knows!!!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

he is left handed. he does Not know how to swim. and the scar on his nose is from when he ran into a kitchen counter when he was younger [:

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

i have never had alcohol before in my life so i really Cannot think of anything for this one WHDGSHJGHJS he wouldve loved a strong drink from time to time though i think,,, they wouldnt do a single thing to him now though. he could drink gasoline and be completely unbothered.

RYAN.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

wouldnt necessarily say it's optimism, but more of a very carefree attitude about things?? very much an "it is what it is" kind of person. things happen. it sucks!!! you move on. of course it isnt always that easy but this outlook has helped her get through life relatively unscathed, and also helps her keep calm in stressful situations, which tends to help others around her stay calm too. her self confidence also helps with that 10000% you can insult her all you want but she knows she is better than you and is not afraid to tell you.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

she LOVES a good frog. fascinating little slimy specimens, as she likes to call them. she has made so many earrings and tshirts with frogs on them that she wears almost every day.

DEV.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

she has a tendency to click her tongue a lot before starting a sentence. it's like. an on switch for her brain. the second she stops talking it's off again until next time she has something to say.

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

that is something im gonna have to spin around So much more to get a better description but like. what i have in mind for her so far is mostly very fine linework, lots of suns + moons. very ethereal. some tarot related,,, little lines and stars on her hands/fingers. are you seeing my vision.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

she's allergic to cats,, she worked at a funeral home for a day and immediately quit the next day, and she absolutely LOVES eating sunflower seeds.

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

on account of having talked to ghosts most of her life, it's really helped her be more confident and easy going + VERY easy to talk to. she can strike up a conversation with pretty much anybody these days.

THE BROTHER! WHO STILL HAS NO NAME. SORRY.

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

he has two earrings in each ear and a nostril piercing [: he wants more, but it is very much against his better judgement bc he almost passed out after he got every single one of those piercings.

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

much like his sister, he also sees ghosts but it's way less fun for him, they're more of a nuisance and are VERY annoying, to the point where he cannot sleep or even think sometimes. and because of that, he tends to act without thinking, which does lead to some problems, but it at least makes everything quiet for a little while.

[twerkingoftheshrew]

I made a list of things that are "mecore" for fun. Here's mine.

TW: mention of self harm, NSFW as hell

Soxcore:

Silly knee socks, cannabis, gin and limeade, mismatched footie socks, foxes, fuzzy blankets, cute plushies, creepy plushies, stained glass, colored glass, granny aesthetic Halloween decor, big cocks, 2D muscle men, 2D hot twinks, 2D dommy mommies, cryptids (esp. Mothman), ghost sex, monsterfuckery, jean overall shorts with rainbow straps, band/punny/nerdy tshirts, silky fabrics, stupid adorable cats, mint and dark chocolate KitKats, sprite, original ramune, instant ramen, sailor moon, David Bowie, InuYasha, Fruits Basket, eeveelutions, pins and buttons, pet play, shibari, restraints, holding hands during sex, kitchen witchcraft, wholesome witchcraft, baking sweets for people you care about, one man show in the kitchen, rain in every form, distant thunder, reading smut, toe beans, male ahegao, soft yanderes (all yanderes), impressionist art, making a playlist for every occasion and mood, 2D simping, Ren faire, overcast days, having a moody day, spending the day in bed, cute shoes/boots/heels, rubber toe sneakers (high and low top), cardigan sweaters, nightmare before Christmas, dad hats, witch hats, flower crowns, silver or gunmetal jewelry, vampire movies, goth femmes from 90s cartoons, hugs, gentle casual touches, surprise kisses, tickles and cute pokes, tappy fingies, blushing, being flustered, being oblivious to flirting, being clumsy, being derpy, string led lights, cool spectrum colors (miss me with those warm tones), the sound of water (especially underwater sounds), the moon and stars, walking at night, soft nighttime breezes, running through the woods, shoulder freckles, weirdly good with animals, being shy but polite, being an open book in a comfortable conversation, constant body language, can always read their emotions plain on their face, hand gestures while talking/talking with hands, wild arm flailing (muppet flailing), muppets, tabletop gaming, spring, daffodils, hyacinths, lavender fields, heather meadows, orchids, weeping willows, big old trees, passionate infodumping, platonic cuddling and spooning, granny floral prints, paisley, tarot cards, reading tea leaves, reading runes, amethyst, goldstone, lapis lazuli, smoky quartz, geodes, found animal bones, fangs and claws, pointed ears, oddly shaped pupils, burying your face in things (pillow, crook of lover's neck, cat belly, etc.), early emo shit, random hodgepodge of different 90s aesthetic and nostalgia, those fuckin cups from the 90s with that purple and blue pattern, wildberry poptart colors, wildberry poptarts, smutty dating Sims, hot fictional men who will kill my character, dead doves, the most toe curling fucked up fanfics imaginable, romcom BL, crying a lot, crying from any intense emotional response even if it's positive, crying because of a piece of media, crying for release, crying in the shower, curling up on the floor and clutching yourself tightly while you sob, singing in the shower, singing around the house, singing to my fur children, a live narration of my actions done in song, changing song lyrics to be about silly things, doing character voices in everyday conversation, speaking in meme references, referencing old vines and then having to explain them because someone hasn't seen that one,

gin gins (ginger hard candy), being touch starved, touch as primary love language, sleeping while hugging a pillow, side sleeping, sleeping in, suddenly realizing you've been awake far too long, coming out of a hyperfixation like time travel and figuring out what year you're in now, surprise naps, nap roulette, garlic rye chips, cheese, cheesecake, baby, so so baby, masking mental health in public and to unfamiliar people, thinking no one would ever put up with you, cutting, cutting scars, tattoos that cover scars, piercings and body mods, Oreos, walking down train tracks with a friend, cosplay and LARPing, musical theatre, standing in the rain just to feel it on your skin, stretching like a cat, nose and feet are always cold for some reason, mushroom swiss burgers, psychedelics, MLP:FiM, beanies all winter, choker necklaces, space as an aesthetic, glass pipes and bongs, glassblowing, small venue punk and rock shows, the concert poster plastered bathrooms of a small punk venue, please pet me uwu, neon hair dye, anatomically inaccurate plastic Halloween skeleton animals, clingy but pushes it down, needy but won't ask for things, multiple texts in a row, reading constantly, crowd anxiety, corvids, cephalopods, freshwater shrimp, dying after a fat bong rip/fat dab, simping, passive darling, needing a caretaker relationship, Alolan Vulpix and Ninetails, Greek food, dumbass fudanshi, animal crossing, pop punk, early techno, sad indie, 80s-90s goth kid music, red bean ice cream, ramune flavored candy, Marius from Lez Miz, hobbits, DC, drawn/animated furries, hugging people in fur suits at cons, nigiri sushi, onigiri, the works of Neil Gaiman, femme authored classic literature, classic and modern poetry, occult nonsense, romantic literature, the works of D.H. Lawrence, fantasy fiction, bi panic, "you're so funny" thanks it's a coping mechanism, cast iron wood stoves, generational cast iron pans, family recipes, emerald and silver, dainty works of metal art like broochs, pins and hair pins, band and random sew on patches, night mist, kintsugi (using liquid gold to fix broken things), memories that are so obscure and buried in references and inside jokes it's almost a two person play to explain them,

looking like a Victorian ghost, looking like the host of a punk rock children's show, seaside cliffs, sea storms, Vicky's story in The Gargoyle, The Gargoyle, househusband vibes, chill edits of toonami anime, stupid puns and wordplay, over the shoulder glances, over the edge of sunglasses glances, not getting rid of plushies because you don't want them to be sad and miss you and you're worried about whether or not they'll have a happy life elsewhere, having spoiled fur children because you're a pushover, kissing while crying from happiness, walking arm in arm, face touches, hand on face, hand over hand on face, soft neck and shoulder bites, bite marks, hugging from behind and kissing the top of someone's head, headpats, rubbing your nose on soft things, judging a mug solely by how it feels in your hands, loose leaf tea, having a tea shelf/cabinet, a nice, comfortable pair of boots, lemon, vanilla, clove, sandalwood, sage, lavender, bed head, wants to make you breakfast, embroidering memes and shit posts, wooden rocking chairs, owns way too many accessories, various collections of seemingly mundane items that have more meaning than they should, casually sex/sexual health positive but shy about personal tastes, awkward creetchur vibes, gives genuine compliments to strangers often, always gassin up the homies, forced optimism, character/pop culture mini backpacks, sunglasses with colorful lenses, I like you so I did a deep dive of your Spotify, can and will remodel the house for you, "I can fix that", "please let me put together the furniture it's like a big puzzle!", painting/customizing bits of furniture or clothing because I got bored, making friends in the smoking area, smoke breaks because I'm anxious/overstimulated, telling the band "great show" at the merch table, things that glow in the dark, fireflies, forest rivers and streams, moss covered stones, trees or tree roots that have a surprisingly comfy place to sit, reading a book outside, the smell of books, libraries, old libraries, book spines under fingertips, page edges and corners against fingertips, holding a book to your chest to feel the story close to your soul, overcast days that press down on your soul a bit and make everything feel slightly heavy and bittersweet, crock pot meals on cold days, clutching the edges of sweater or hoodie sleeves, frost covered grass, misty dawns, museum dates, chai lattes, nose boops, edible mushrooms, flowering trees, needing white noise/music to sleep, borrows your hoodie because it smells like you, walking through a cemetery together reading the stones and imagining the lives of the people buried there, "ooo they have a charcuterie board!", Ghibli food and domestic fluff vibes, will absolutely cook with you or for you, spooky cute, gently bonks my head against you like a cat, slow blinks/bleps of affection, book dragons, I really like this new song so I'm going to listen to it on repeat for hours on end, corner store snack runs, PS2 startup noise, "not technically a shota, but his vibes are unmistakable", vine covered brickwork, nitro+chiral BLVNs, toxic/doomed yaoi, old man yaoi

[joestylee]

Wizkid- Nigeria’s Fashion Icon

Also known as Starboy and Bigwiz, Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun is a man of style, the best-dressed pop star. In his interview with Alex Frank of Vogue magazine in 2016, his response to the question about his style icon being Pharell reveals his high sartorial inclinations. He went on to say, ‘It’s not about the brands. It’s how you put them together.’ This is the secret code of every stylish person; understanding the how of putting together a look and this response shows you that Wizkid gets it.

Although critics may bemoan his lack of a message or world view and castigate his music for just being about vibes, Wizkid definitely understands the interplay between feel good music and feel good fashion.  

What is feel-good fashion? Feel-good fashion is fashion that doesn’t over think. It’s a feeling-myself, can’t-hold-me-down, laidback, love-my-life kind of fashion just like feel-good fashion which is eclectic, a mix of everything -Wizkid’s songs which combine different elements and styles, definitely fall under this category.

The Building Blocks 

Wizkid, one of the best-dressed pop stars, knows that a good wardrobe starts with investing in the basics - Tshirts. Solid color Tees in red, black, white and orange are his wardrobe staples. A T-shirt is like a blank canvas where all artistic ideas begin, layers and colors can be added, but it all starts with a good T-shirt. His love for T-shirts is seen in his ‘Made in Lagos’ merch with PUMA featuring Tees with slogans scrawled in catchy calligraphy. 

The Chic Toughness of Leather 

Noble, durable and warm, the Starboy loves to layer with leather. He combines the cotton simplicity of a T-shirt with the glossy thickness of leather for an aura of sophisticated grit, a signature look for his stage performances. One of such notable looks is his Monogram Admiral Jacket by Louis Vuitton for his performance at the O2 Arena - Starboy Fest 2019.

The Kiss of Accessories

Stylish people understand the power of accessories. The right accessories should never betray you. Unlike clothes, some weight and your favorite clothing doesn’t fit anymore.  Investing in statement accessories can stand you out; belts, scarves, hats, jewelry, shoes and bags that they will rock for years to come.

Accessories can become the focal point like Wizkid’s red beret in the picture below or they can pull together the look like the second picture below showing him in mustard color sunglasses and matching mustard coloured sweater, paired with silver jewelry. The trick is to keep it personal and simple like Wizkid does.

Never without his sunglasses, neck and finger jewelry, the Starboy is a true wiz with accessories.

The Fun of Prints

From hoodies to jackets, to pants he always finds a way to insert a little drama with unpredictable patterns. Sometimes it’s quirky, sometimes it’s cultural but always eye-catching and inviting.

Afro-inspired fashion definitely leans more towards more prints as showcased in Joestylee.

Who Inspires WizKid’s Fashion?

In his A Day in the Live, a 3-hour live coverage of a typical day in Wizkid’s life with Julie Adenuga, he says he never had a lot of clothes growing up and reveals for the first time that his keen sense of style was inspired by his late father’s dapperness. My father made me fall in love with clothes. I would see my dad going for an outing wearing clothes made by his personal tailor and I would be like, check this out’. Watching his fashion stylist, Karen Binns hand him outfit after outfit in preparation for his exclusive performance of songs from his Made in Lagos album you realize that his style really is intentional; he may have clothing already picked out for him, but he keeps mixing and matching until it feels just right.

Wizkid style is rooted in a strong understanding of self. The lyrics of his song Ojuelegba from the album, Ayo summarize his life story of hard work, hustle, street-smarts and faith. These qualities are all reflected in his fashion style; grounded, unpredictable, easy and self-loving. For the man who knows what he likes, appreciates every inch of his journey because it’s made him who he is and knows that life is to be lived boldly with fun and swag; for a variety of looks.

[drspencerweed]

Dreams Do Come True

Summary/Request: from anon: CONGRATS ON HITTING 500 ILYSM!!! random request,, having a wet dream about spencer while sharing a room on a case (i know, super original) and him getting all hot and bothered hearing you moan 🙈😁

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

W/C: 3484

Content: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, oral sex (both receiving), premature ejaculation, wet dream, sub!spencer

A/N: Hi! So this probably isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I started writing it and it kind of took on a mind of it’s own. I banged this out in two days, it practically wrote itself. I hope you enjoy! 

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Sharing a hotel room with her was normal. It was. Sure, they had never done it before, but that was just because Hotch had never randomly assigned the two of them before. So okay, it wasn’t normal by definition. But he wasn’t going to make it weird. Just because he had a small crush on her did not mean that he would let it be weird. They were colleagues, and they even spent time together outside of work too! She would come to his apartment to watch old movies, and he would go to hers so she could cook for him. So he knew he could spend time with her alone, that wasn’t the problem. 

It was the sleeping that was potentially the issue. 

His little crush had been invading his subconscious almost constantly nowadays, and he was known to talk in his sleep. He was so scared he would say something wrong in his sleep. If she overheard something like that, he knew their friendship would never recover. How can you act normal around someone who said your name in their sleep? 

He had been avoiding going to sleep before her, so he had taken Derek up on his offer for a drink in his room to talk about anything but the case they were working. 

“So when are you going to tell [Y/N] that you’re into her?” Derek asked out of nowhere. 

Spencer stuttered around the sip of his drink. “W-Who says I’m interested in her?” 

Derek just laughed and clapped Spencer on the shoulder. His cheeks were burning, a sure sign of his embarrassment at being called out. “Pretty boy, you give her heart eyes every time she walks in a room.” 

His blush deepened. “Even if I was interested, there’s a very low probability that she is also interested. So the answer to your question would be never, obviously.” Derek stopped his giggling and gave Spencer an incredulous look. 

“All that genius and you don’t see how she looks at you?” Derek asked. 

“How she looks at me?” 

“She looks at you like you hung the stars, man.” 

Spencer scoffed, brushing off the comment. “No she doesn’t.” 

Derek started laughing again, “Yes she does! Oh my god, the genius can’t read basic body language?” 

“Even if, occasionally, her body language reflected an attraction to me, it was probably because she was thinking of someone she actually was attracted to.  Statistically, most women find me awkward and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, none of this negative self talk. You’re a catch!” 

Spencer just waved his hand at the comment, taking a long sip of his whiskey and coughing a bit as he swallowed. Derek eyed him curiously. 

“I’m telling you, you’re never gonna get anywhere if you never shoot your shot. The worst thing that could happen is she says no.” Derek advised. He shook his head and finished his drink . 

“The worst that could happen is she thinks I’m an absolute weirdo and never wants to talk to me again.” Spencer explained.

“That’s not going to happen.” Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“I can’t risk losing her.” He insisted. Derek sighed and accepted that he was a lost cause, leaning back in his seat and changing the subject. 

~~~~

Spencer made his way back to the room a few hours later, saying a silent prayer to a God he didn’t believe in that she was already asleep. The light was off, so he clicked on the bathroom light so he could see but hopefully not wake her. 

“[Y/N]?” He called quietly into the dark. All he got in response was a small whimper. He thanked his lucky stars and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

Once he was all cleaned up and in a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, he made his way to climb into bed. Just as he swung the sheets off, he heard a low moan from the bed next to him. It stopped him in his tracks. He turned towards her bed, looking at her face for any signs of distress. Nightmares could be debilitating; he knew from experience. But her face was peaceful, beautifully restful. He stopped again for a different reason, taking in the way her face looked as she slept. 

Then it scrunched up as she let out another moan. His eyebrows furrowed, wanting to wake her in case she was having a bad dream, but not wanting to disturb her. He swallowed thickly. 

Another moan. This one was followed quickly by a quick, “Spencer!” He reeled, unsure where his name had come up. Was she dreaming about him? Was she having a nightmare about him? Or was she calling out for his help?

She let a long, drawn out, “Oh,” and rolled from her side onto her back. He took a step forward, planning to shake her awake from what was clearly a nightmare at this point. But suddenly, “Go on, lick me.” 

Spencer stopped with his hands out above her shoulders, inches from waking her. Lick me? He mouthed to himself. What could she possibly be dreaming about? 

“Fuck, Spencer, I’m gonna cum!” She exclaimed, rolling back on her side. And-oh my gosh. Spencer took three quick steps back, realizing far too late exactly what was happening. He was entirely unsure how to react. [Y/N]? Having a sex dream about him? It was unbelievable. On his third step back, he ran right into his bed, and lost his balance. 

He fell to the floor with a crash. 

Her eyes blinked open, and he didn’t have any time to get up or move at all, so her eyes met his immediately upon waking. “Spencer? What happened?” Her voice was tired from sleep.

Spencer blinked, and immediately panicked. He was never good at lying under pressure. “I-uh. You were having a, uhm, dream. And I thought, thought it was a nightmare so-” As he spoke, [Y/N]’s face got redder and redder, and she sat up in bed and placed her face in her hands. 

“Oh no, you didn’t hear anything, did you?” She asked cautiously, barely chancing a glance up at him. He swallowed tightly and nodded. “Fuck me!” She said, throwing her head back on the pillow. Her voice sent something through him, and all he wanted was to say Okay and kiss her. But Spencer knew one didn’t control their own subconscious. Just because she had a dream about him didn’t means she actually wanted it to happen. He scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat. 

Before he could say something, anything really, she was sitting up again with a groan, rubbing her hand over her face. “Well I guess now you know about my stupid crush.” 

“Your crush?” He asked. She looked at him incredulously. 

“You heard me moan your name in my sleep. Yes, obviously, my crush. On you.” She explained matter of factly. He stuttered, trying to allow his brain to process the amount of information he had just been given. It didn’t make sense to him. [Y/N] was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, not to mention one of the most confident. She carried herself with such authority he never thought she’d look twice in his direction. Clearly, she’d want some confident alpha male who could match her energy, not his insecure nervous self. But here she was, telling him point blank that she had a crush on him. 

He didn’t know what to do. While he was standing there, stuttering, trying to gather his thoughts, [Y/N] made her way out of her bed to stand in front of him. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of small shorts, and he could barely keep himself from staring at her body. “I had no idea.” He finally settled on saying, and she let out a loud laugh. 

“Really? Profiler extraordinaire? No idea? Why do you think I cooked for you so many times?” She smiled at him while she said it, like she couldn’t quite believe he didn’t see it. 

“I thought you just wanted to be friends!” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. She seemed to deflate at this, her face falling and wringing her hands together. 

“I did! I do! But I was always open to...more. I just wanted to spend time with you.” She explained, sitting back on the edge of her bed and staring down at her hands. “But you clearly have no interest in that-” 

“No! No.” He corrected quickly, and then realized with a sudden clarity that since her confession he’d done nothing to imply he felt the same. She stared up at him at his exclamation, unsure what he meant. 

“No?” 

“No, you’re wrong, I do have interest in that. In more.” He explained, sitting next to her. He awkwardly reached for her hand, which she offered with a small smile. Lacing their fingers together, he looked her in the eye with purpose. “I also have a crush on you. I stayed out of the room tonight because I was trying to avoid, uhm. What happened to you. I thought that might happen to me.” 

She stared at their entwined hands, and then looked back at him. “Really?” 

“Yes, really.” He smiled at her, and her face brightened immediately. She turned completely towards him and pulled him in by the neck, pressing their foreheads together. Spencer let their noses rub together, both of them still beaming. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” She whispered, her breath fanning over his lips as she said it. Before he could even nod, her lips pressed to his. It was magic. Her lips were soft and urgent, catching his bottom lip between them. Her hands pulled him closer to her by the neck, and he let his hands find her waist, urging her closer. She climbed into his lap with his guidance, and he let his tongue slip into her mouth as she did it. Her hands roamed into his hair, pushing it off his head and carding her fingers through it, causing him to moan. She giggled into his mouth. 

“You like having your hair played with, baby?” She asked, pulling away to watch his reaction as she tugged on his roots. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let his hands drop to her ass. He squeezed and pulled her down onto him, letting his lips find her neck. She let out a loud groan as he sucked a mark into her pulse point, but she pushed him away with both hands on his cheeks. 

“Not above the collar,” She reminded. He smirked at the idea of everyone on the team knowing what they were doing. At everyone on the team knowing that she wanted to do this with him. 

“But what if I want people to know you’re mine.” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as he said it. She smiled at him. 

“I think you’ve got this whole thing wrong then.” 

He furrowed his brow at her, unsure what he could have possibly misunderstood. 

“You, Dr. Reid, are mine.” She said, and then pushed him down onto the bed. He stared up at her perched on his lap, and let his hands roam her body. Now that he had free reign to touch, he never wanted to stop. She sighed and ran her hands down his chest, going to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off of him. Her hands lit fires under his skin, as he gripped her by the hips and rolled his hardness into her. She chuckled at him. 

“Hard already, baby?” She teased. He moaned and threw his head back as she rotated her hips on him. “Use your words.” She ordered, gripping his face to make him look at her. 

“Yes, miss.” He answered on instinct. He immediately froze up, trying to take back the honorific when they had never discussed anything like that. It just slipped out, his little experience with being a submissive taking over because of [Y/N]’s naturally dominant role. But her eyes lit up, and she simply smirked at him. 

“Good boy.” She whispered, and pressed down hard with her hips. 

He came in his pants. 

With a loud groan and a thrust upward, he shot into his sweatpants. She chuckled as he shuddered through his orgasm, and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as he came down from the high, embarrassment overtook him. He had a chance with his dream girl, and he literally blew it not five minutes in. Because she called him a Good boy. He brought his hands up to cover his face, but she caught his wrists before he could reach. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, not ready for the ridicule that was sure to follow.

“Awh, did I make you cum?” She rolled her hips a few times, and he hissed at the oversensitivity.  “That’s so hot.” 

“W-What?” He asked, turning back towards her slowly. She was beaming at him. 

“You were so overwhelmed with me that you came so quick, what’s not hot about that?” She said, stroking his cheek. “The cutest boy, all worked up, just for me.” 

He blushed again, and swallowed as he smiled back at her. “But what about you?” 

“What about me?” She asked. His hands danced along her sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her shirt. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” He said while she gasped. 

“What’s stopping you?” She asked with a smirk. He surged upwards and began kissing her again, only stopping to finally rip her shirt off of her and get his hands on her bare breasts. Her hands found his hair again and tugged on the strands, causing their mouths to break apart as he panted. 

“Wanna taste you.” He requested. She moaned and pulled him into another kiss, guiding his hands to touch her under her shorts. His fingers trailed through her wetness, and she moaned against his lips. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, while her eyes watched through hooded lids. He moaned around his fingers, the taste of her so intoxicating he wanted more of it.  

“You’re so fucking hot. Such a good, good boy.” She whispered, stroking his hair. Then she crawled off his lap and laid out on the bed next to him. He turned to watch her as she shimmied off her shorts. Her eyes fell to where he was still sucking on his fingers. She gestured him over to her, and he quickly crawled between her legs. She nodded towards him. “Go on then, taste me.” 

He dove in tongue first, with broad licks up and down her pussy. Her hands immediately laced through his hair, pulling him closer to her. His tongue traced from her hole to her clit. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her in, letting his lips latch onto her clit and sucking. Flicking the tip of it with his tongue, she moaned and threw her head back on the pillows. 

“Oh!” She cried, and it sounded just like when she was having the dream earlier. Spencer had a quick thought about making her dreams come true,  but brushed it to the side as idealized thinking. Then she lifted his head off of her and looked straight into his eyes. “Go on, lick me.” 

Whether she remembered her dream or not, she was clearly living out her fantasy. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth and leisurely licked over her pussy, his tongue flat and wide. She canted her hips up towards him, and he let his tongue form rapid circles around her clit. Her moans fueled his motions, and he moved one of his hands down to pressed two fingers into her. 

She whined as he entered her, and let out a quick “Spencer!” He curled his fingers while sucking on her clit again, and her thighs began to clench around his head. He found the right spot inside her by listening to her moans, and then focused all his attention there while flicking his tongue against her clit. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” She cried, tugging on his hair. He kept doing everything exactly the same, pushing her over the edge with a loud shout. He kept up his ministrations until she pushed him off from the oversensitivity. She let out a loud sigh as he pulled off, and her hands went up to clutch at her own hair for a change. Staring up at the ceiling, she let a grin cross her face as a few aftershocks rolled through her. He admired her as she came down from her high, and then moved to the bathroom to wash his hands and get a rag to clean her up. 

When he came back he went to wipe her down, but she took the rag from him. “Sit. I get to take care of you, now.” She wiped herself down and then kneeled in front of him. She pulled down his sweatpants, which stuck a little to his cock which was hard again. Smirking up at him, she began wiping him down while he hissed, the gentle touches not enough for him. Suddenly her hot mouth wrapped around his head, and he groaned out. She made quick work of him, throwing her all into the blowjob from the start, taking him as deep as possible over and over. His hands clenched in the sheets as he came for a second time, this time down her throat. 

She swallowed as he watched in awe, and then wiped down his softening cock and stood up. Silently, she made her way to the bathroom and got rid of the dirty towel. 

When she came back Spencer was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled up at her and reached out a hand, which she took gladly letting him pull her in for a hug, with her standing between his knees. 

“I really like you, you know.” He said, his chin resting between her breasts as he stared up at her. 

“I know. I really like you too.” 

“Would you like to get dinner with me, when the case is over?” 

“As long as we can keep doing what we just did before then, absolutely.” She said with raised eyebrows. He let out a laugh which made her smile, and he pressed a kiss to her chest. 

“Of course.” 

“You can make my other dreams come true.” She smirked. 

“I’d love to.” 

~~~~

When they walked into the precinct the next morning, [Y/N] was wearing a scarf, despite the hot Texas heat. She hadn’t quite caught Spencer in time, and he had in fact left a mark. Of course the whole team noticed.

“Oi, Pretty Boy, was [Y/N] in your room last night?” Derek asked at the coffee station. Luckily Spencer was facing away from him, so Derek didn’t see how his immediate reaction was to blanche at the memories from the night before. He gathered himself quickly.

“Yes, of course, why?” He asked as he turned around, stirring his coffee. Derek’s attention was on [Y/N], who was talking to an officer on the other side of the precinct.

“That scarf is only there to hide something, I think our lovely lady might’ve got some last night.” Derek said with a smirk. “Don’t let it break your heart, you still have a chance!” He turned to Spencer and clapped him on the shoulder, who was blushing intensely at the tease. [Y/N] had, in fact, ‘got some’, and he was the some she got with. Derek noticed he was off. 

“C’mon, I’m just teasing. She probably didn’t get a chance to-” While he was talking, Spencer caught [Y/N]’s eye from across the room. She smirked at him and waved, and he smiled and waved back. Derek cut himself off when he saw Spencer’s wave, turning to see just as [Y/N]’s face turned back to the officer she was talking to. “Oh my god. You crazy man, you actually did it!” Derek exclaimed, shaking Spencer. 

Spencer spluttered, shaking his head. “N-No, it’s not like that, I-” 

“I don’t need all the details, I just need to know it happened. Because it did happen, didn’t it?” He asked, trying to look Spencer in the eye, but the latter was aggressively avoiding eye contact. Spencer pursed his lips to try and contain his smile as he nodded. “My man!” Derek exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. 

Spencer caught [Y/N]’s eye again over Derek’s shoulder, and the smile she gave him made him smile right back. 

They had dreams to realize tonight.

Final A/N: thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! 

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What book are you currently reading?

Does a textbook count? The only novel-length thing I’ve read for fun since high school is fanfic 😅

What do you usually wear?

A tshirt and jeans. Sometimes a sweater. A lot of scrunchies.

How tall are you?

5.5 ft or 168 cm

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

I’m a Libra! My friends are always excited to remind me that I share birthdays with the actor Khaotung 🤣

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

On Tumblr and Discord, most people call me Blaze, which is a nickname!

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?  

Still a work in progress but so far so good! (Although it should be noted that I wanted to be everything and anything as a child so there was really no going wrong.)

What’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

Good At: Playing the flute! I’m probably a little out of practice now but I used to do competitions.

Bad At: Keeping plants alive. It’s heartbreaking.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Ooooooh! Fun question! Okay okay so it’s probably a tossup between:

“If he dreams of soft lips and what-ifs that night, and wakes up to the regret of having indulged too much in the fantasy of being allowed to be in love, then that’s between him and his tear-soaked pillow.” from The Hardest Thing I Had To Do Is Not Kiss You

Or

“I kept you in the only way I could.” from A Pro Thief’s Guide To Stealing Your Rival’s Heart

Or

This GIF, just because it made me giggle while I was watching the show!

Dogs or cats?

Nuh uh, you aren’t making me choose. I love both cats and dogs with my whole heart.

What's something you would like to create content for?

“Would” implies I haven’t already. I don’t have that kind of self-restraint. Maybe more for My School President? I travelled home for Christmas so I haven’t had the chance to make much content for it these past couple of weeks. I’m planning on making some GIFsets now that break is over! (Fingers crossed the muse of inspiration strikes.)

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

So many things! My School President! Psychopath Diary! Beyond Evil! I’ve been playing the Epic The Musical soundtrack on loop! Specifically Waantul from Between Us! Still hung up on Love In The Air! I could go on and on and on—

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I feel like I’ll get disemboweled if I list all the shows that I was excited for and ultimately disappointed by, so let’s just say there were… multiple… 😅

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Packing many things into a very compact space, a very common but very useful skill!

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

Easiest question I’ve ever answered! A mental memory bank.

Tagging @thepancakelady @arisprite @non-binarypal7 @dreamedofyou @actually-yikes if you want!!

[stray-kids-react]

Having a long tongue

Nsfw + Daddy kink

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Can't help but love your tongue, the way it sends a new wave of pleasure to his side of the experience. The blowjobs, the kisses, the finger sucking, and teasing is all enhanced from your tongue.

° Noticed your long ass tongue when you first became close, Felix daring you to touch the tip of your nose with your tongue. Chan's innocent thoughts soon turning too hot too handle in public.

° Will stuff his fingers into your mouth while pounding into at an intense pace, likes when you gag on them and become teary. It gives an innocent look to you that he wants to demolish.

° Will only respond to daddy when you want something more or something else in your mouth... *cough get that dick hunty cough*

° Will almost always cum on your tongue, it's just a perfect spot to admire the mess afterwards. Plus it's the spot with the least amount of chances to get onto the sheets.

° If you're needy and need him to feel the same way. Literally just lick a popsicle or sucker while looking at him, ending the taste test with a long pop from your lips.

Lee Know

° Loves your tongue and has since he first stared dating you, especially it is sensitive when ever he sucks on it or battles his own with yours. Lives for your muffled moans, sending his ego into another dimension.

° You were both playing around, tickling each other and stealing each other's food. When you lightly licked his cheek so he'd let go of you, only getting a much different reaction then what you were expecting.

° Hard Dom 100% when on top, and will order you to lick down his chest all the way to the place he needs you most. Thrusting up into your wet cavern as look up at him with teary eyes from gagging slightly.

° Slight degradation, calling you his little slut and teasing you til you are practically in tears from cumming so close many times.

° Will usually cum on your stomach area, swiping some of it with his fingers and gently placing them into your mouth. That usually ignites a round two.

° Giggles half cutely and half teasingly, when you're on your knees tongue out. Begging for a taste of him, lust over coming dignity or any patience left in you.

Changbin

° Your first time having sex together was all started by you eating a popsicle, your tongue drive him nuts and he couldn't look away from you even if the bulge in his pants was becoming very uncomfortable.

° Will steal food from you, even if it is in your mouth. He doesn't hesitate, and likes the feeling of his tongue against yours. He doesn't want to make everything seem lustful, but you're tongue is so tempting.

° 👏Hand 👏Mother 👏Fucking👏Cuffs. And sometimes a gag. Likes the sight of you drooling all over your self as your roughly pounded into. You get flustered sometimes, so he'll cuff you so you don't try to hide.

° Probably hella kinky not going to lie, so will be into anything except for something gross or very painful. But is pretty open for kinks.

° When he's close, he'll take your gag out and replace it with his own tongue, muffling both of your moans when you are cumming. Likes the small string of saliva when detaching.

° Your tongue turns him on immensely and he has accepted that fact, telling you when he's so close to pouncing on you and fucking you dumb until you can't even walk.

Hyunjin

° The mixture of your perfect tongue and his perfect lips equal and amazing night, he use to be your best friend before you two started dating. And he secretly always wondered what you could do with that tongue.

° When topping he is a soft and sensual Dom, he's not hard or wants to see it as fucking. Rather making love with the person he loves most, you always melt at how he calls it love making. It's so hot yet cute.

° Into ahegao (eyes rolled back, tongue out of mouth like in hentai), he just thinks you look so cute with your tongue hanging out in pleasure. Even though he's more of a soft Dom, that face makes him question it.

° Loses his shit when ever you try to tease him your tongue, will stop you because he knows he will not last long if continued.

° Doesn't want to be messy with cum, mostly because you're both tired after how many rounds you've had. But if he lands any near your face, he'll lick/kiss it off of you.

° If you ever want another round, simply take some of the juices from either of you. And lick it off of your fingers, and stare right at him. It'll make him shy but also turned on.

Han

° May be a soft and squishy guy, but has hard Dom tendencies. Even into the daddy kink, which you do not mind at all. You admire how he can switch to someone totally different when he wants to.

° Probably into roleplay and soft looking lingerie, most likely pinks and whites. But doesn't mind the occasional black leather lingerie either, both endings involve you screaming his name.

° Likes when you leave hickeys on him and lick the marks afterwards, he just finds your mouth and tongue hot in general. You notice the effect on him and sometimes will tease him about it later on.

° When he's topping, don't even try to tease. He'll tease you much worse by constantly edging you on or overstimulating you.

° Will let you decide when you want the cum, usually asking for some in your mouth. You know he likes to claim you, and the sight this would drive him insane. Which you love.

° He'll go back to his soft and playful self during aftercare, unless you want something more. You have a better chance with using actions rather than words to tell him that.

Felix

° The biggest switch on here, will switch between a soft giddy Dom and a needy shy sub. His voice and visuals can be rather... Fucking hot as hell. But he's a huge soft cuddle bug who is a total sunshine.

° Was teasing you when he beat you in a game, sticking out his tongue. When you licked it quickly, his eyes widening at first. But slowly becoming darker by each second, the game was forgotten about rather quickly.

° Into pet play, especially when you wear those tail butt plugs. He'll be giggly and shy when seeing you like this, but he'll still ruin you until you can't walk. Even if he doesn't mean to go so hard, it just happens.

° Loud in bed, so you usually have to quiet him town with kisses, especially French kissing since you love how he sucks your tongue. He's sensitive when it comes to sex in general, so calling him daddy will ruin him.

° Doesn't like being too serious, wanting the experience to be pressure free and only full of pleasure and pure love.

° If you drool during anything, he'll playfully lick it off your chin. Dragging his tongue into your mouth for more kisses, he enjoys the way you look when you're so close.

° Adores you most when you're not trying hard to be sexy, wearing one of his Tshirts and nothing else will lead to one of the best nights you've ever had.

Seungmin

° Gets the most shy and flustered out of all of them, he still enjoys making love. He just will get quite shy and bashful when it is starting to happen, especially if you are the one who makes the first move.

° Noticed one of your posts on Instagram had your tongue sticking out, he never noticed how long it was. And his thoughts went into a long and teasing cycle of horny scenarios in lung your tongue.

° Likes when you tease him by sticking your tongue out or doing ahegao face, knowing you won't win when you are both in private. He luckily has great composure and patience when it comes to your teasing.

° Once put his tongue flat against yours during a very heated make out session after a fight, that turned the kiss into more.

° Usually a soft shy Dom who isn't overly vocal, unless you have been a brat and disobeyed your daddy. Which happens occasionally when you want a hard dom.

° Doesn't clean up until you've both gotten some sleep and rested after the exhausting sessions, especially if you bright out his inner hard Dom demons.

Jeongin

° He is generally a soft baby with a slight sassy edge to him when he wants, which can show when it comes sensual moments such as sex between you two. He's a soft Dom with some hard Dom tendencies.

° He nicknamed you his pup due to your long tongue, which gradually made its way to the bedroom. The tone of the nickname much different from what it originally sounded like, but you weren't complaining about it.

° Was a cautious and gentle at first when you both started the next step into the relationship, but now he's rather confident in his skills and has found out what effects your the most.

° Still pretty gentle and cautious, but has been more open about hsi kinks such as the daddy kink that you use against him.

° He prefers being clean with cum, and going somewhere very private so there are no chances of getting caught of video taped. He is the only one who sees you naked.

° A bit possessive and will constantly leave marks across your body, and swelling your lips with intense kisses. He likes the way your tongue sticks out slightly afterwards.

[mxchellesworld]

Hi! I have a request if that's alright 🥺 can you do a Mgg or a Spencer Reid imagine where he loves on your stretch marks on your thighs & ones on your calves 💓 or one with where you squirt for the first time when you guys have sex & then get insecure about it. Thank you if you're able to! 🥺

Worship- Spencer Reid x Reader

synopsis; in which spencer loves on his girlfriend and shows her just how perfect she is

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation 

i decided a little drabble wasn’t enough and made this into a full fic

a/n: why did this hit me in my soul!! i’m writing this with a plus size reader in mind and combining both ideas, hope you enjoy my love :)

being with spencer reid was amazing in every way possible. from waking up to morning kisses, his goodnight texts when he was gone on cases, even his attempts at cooking, which usually ended up with a messy kitchen and loads of laughter. but the best part would be how beautiful he made you feel. 

you were normally confident in your looks, being old enough to realize that a little extra cushion and stretch marks weren’t a problem at all. you were healthy and absolutely happy. however some days you couldn’t help but let those waves of self doubt wash over you.

spencer had noticed early on. when you woke up his arms were wrapped around you like normal, your back pressed against his chest and his warm hands on your soft tummy. he noticed you were awake by the way you squirmed at the feelings of his hands on you. turning around you were met with his hazel eyes glowing in the light flowing through the window. 

you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose before getting up, your hands going to wrap around your torso that was barley covered by a little tank top. you walked into the bathroom and spencer was left in bed dumbfounded. usually you were all lovey in the morning. where were his extra cuddles? 

he stayed in bed for a little waiting for you to come back. he figured you’d do your morning business so he picked up a book to read knowing you’d be out by the time he finished. but when 20 minutes passed and he didn’t hear any water running or a flush from the bathroom he got up to go check on you. 

he thought maybe you were doing a face mask or painting your nails but what he didn’t expect was for you to be in the mirror examining yourself. to him you looked perfect.

your morning hair messy from a good sleep, tiny tank top putting your soft breasts on display and went down half way down the tummy he liked he rest his head on. the little boy shorts you had on accentuated your behind and don’t let him get started on your thighs, ever so thick and squishy which he loved to have in his hand as he drove or around his head in other situations. 

you were broken out of your self examination when he called out for you, “hey sweetheart, what are we looking at?” he said wrapping his arms around your frame. 

he could feel you squirming again being in his hold.

you sighed and let your hands run from your hips down to the tops of your thighs, “these stupid marks, they’re so ugly.”

spencer was shocked. how could anything about you be ugly. he went to sit on the toilet seat and pulled you to stand in front of him. he started to place little kisses all over the marks on your tummy and let his hands go under the sides of your panties rubbing on your hips. 

“spence what are you doing?” he looked up into your eyes, his auburn ones blown with lust. “trying to show you just how perfect you are.”

he continued his trip of leaving little kisses all over your belly. you pulled him away by tugging a little on his hair. leaning down you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i appreciate the effort handsome, but im anything but perfect. just look at me.”

his hands moved up to your waist, “i am looking at you y/n/n. you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever known, inside and out. no amount of marks would ever make me think any different.” 

your heart fluttered at his words. the sincerity of his tone topped with his large eyes looking up at you like if you hung the moon and stars. he started to stand up and pulled you with him back into your bedroom. 

“strip for me pretty girl,” he said as he walked you to the edge of the bed. 

you looked at him hesitantly and he went to caress your face, “please honey, just let me show you how a goddess of your nature should be worshiped. 

your hands went to the bottom of the tank, pulling it up with a swift motion. the vision was something spencer would never get tired of seeing. perfect nipples peaked under the morning chill of the room. his hands went to your hips to help pull your panties down your legs. 

once they were off he threw them somewhere in the room and motioned his head for you to lay back on your pillows. he swore his brain short circuited at the sight of you bare and spread out for him. he followed suit and took off his old tshirt and flannel pajama pants, getting settled in between your legs. 

you looked down and were met with one of your favorite sights. the familiar mop of brown curls in between your thighs with equally brown eyes looking up at you, gauging your reactions. 

“you were made for me angel, and i’ll spend the rest *kiss* of my life *kiss* proving it *kiss* to you *kiss*,” he said making his way from your right thigh over to your left. skipping the area where you needed him most. once he felt like you were ready for him, he let his hand slip through your folds, picking up some of your already dripping essence. 

“spence please,” you whined.

“your wish is my command angel,” with that his tongue went to your folds, liking broad stripes to taste all of you. you moaned at the feeling and let your hand fall to his hair. his middle and ring finger found their way to your slit, easily slipping in and reaching that spot inside of you. spencer had your body memorized and knew how you play you like his favorite game. 

you were swimming in pleasure, his pink lips wrapped around your clit as his long fingers curled and thrusted in your warm heat. while you moaned at his actions he moaned at the taste of you spilling all over his tongue. 

he switched his motions and inserted another finger, making you let out louder whimpers at his actions. he let go of your clit to look up at you. he thought you looked absolutely breath taking, sheen of sweet glistening on your forehead and your face contorted in the pleasure that he was giving you. not to mention your chest rising up and down from your erratic breathing. 

he would tell you were close from how you were starting to clench around his fingers. “cmon pretty girl, i know you’re close. let go for me.” his other hand went to rub circles on your clit as his eyes stayed on you, wanting to have a full view of you cumming embedded in his memory. 

his words set you off and the knot in your tummy broke. you came with a loud moan of his name along with a string of curses. you tried to shut your legs but his lanky figure stopped you from doing so.

“hey y/n/n can you give me one more?” you nodded as he leaned down to press a kiss on your sweaty forehead. “always so good for me angel.”

he was painfully hard from watching you writhe in pleasure and was sure he wouldn’t last long but he was set on making his point absolutely known that you deserved to be worshiped. 

swiping his length through your folds, you both gasped at the feeling. your thighs wrapped around his frame to pull him closer to you. he slipped in with ease and leaned down on his elbows so he was face to face with you. 

his thrusts started out painfully slow. letting you feel inch by heavenly inch of his thick cock. you loved when he was vocal, letting out groans and moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. his head fell to the crook of your neck and you could feel him bit down on your shoulder. 

your hands went to his back leaving little scratches at the feeling of him hitting the spot inside that made you see stars. the whole feeling was other worldly, being enveloped in his peppermint scent, the sounds of your mixed moans and skin slapping filled the room. 

his thrusts sped up and you felt the knot in your tummy return but this one was different. almost like a full sensation. “im so close spence, want you to cum in me baby,” you let out between little whimpers. 

“im right there sweetheart, make yourself cum for me.” your hand reached down to where you were both connected to rub on your clit, bringing you to your sweet release. however as he kept thrusting to reach his own your felt yourself let go even more. your essence gushing out down onto the sheets. 

your walls clenching during your release led him to his end, spilling inside of you. as he slowed down he looked at you, face towards the side looking away from him. 

“y/n whats wrong?” he asked rubbing your shoulder before pulling out slowly. 

“that was so embarrassing.” was confused at what you meant until he looked down to see the wet spot between your legs. 

“hey hey don’t worry,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “thats completely natural and just proves i did my job in worshiping you how i should.” 

you snorted at his confidence and pressed a kiss to his chest before pulling away. 

“why don’t you go start a bath while i change the sheets?’ he asked pushing some hair behind your ear. 

you nodded and made your way to the bathroom on shaky legs. this time when you looked in the mirror you saw nothing but faint love bites and a body worth being treated as such. 

[spartanguard]

lakeside lovin’

Summary: Emma and Killian. On a dock. By a lake. Loving each other. *swoon* 

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST RED VELVET CUPCAKE IN THE WORLD, @xpumpkindumplingx​!!!!!!!!!! One of these years, we’ll actually be able to celebrate in person, but until then, let me just say it’s been such a joy to become your friend through this fandom and our adventures in Chicago and Mackinac have been among my favorites <3 HAVE THE MOST LOVELY BIRTHDAY, A!!!

this fic was partly inspired by said Mackinac adventure, but mostly by A’s appreciation of guys in gray sweatpants ;) it’s modern AU, established relationship, but not any particular universe; just some romance on the water. Hope you enjoy it!!

rated M | 1.3k words | AO3

Emma sat on the edge of the dock, dipping her toes into the icy water. It had been a bit of a hike, driving out to Mary Margaret’s family cabin on Lake Huron all the way from Boston, but it had turned out to be so worth it: a week with just their friends, in a gorgeous cottage by a huge lake with deep, crystal blue water.

She took another sip from her can of hard cider and leaned back. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to the drive back tomorrow, even if it meant they got to stop at that great grilled cheese place in Cleveland, but this had been a perfect vacation—just what she needed to rest and recharge before returning to her not-exactly-relaxing life.

For now, though, she was going to enjoy her drink and watch the changing colors of the sky as the sun set behind her. The sounds of laughter and crackling fire were filtering down from closer to the house, and she’d head up there in a bit, but she was enjoying her solitude for the moment.

“Might I join you, love?”

Well, she had been. But this interruption was welcome.

He didn’t wait for an answer as he came to stand next to her, nudging her hand with his long toes. She turned to look, and what caught her eyes first was a familiar, faded, favorite pair of gray sweatpants; as she scanned higher, she noticed that was all he wore, and his chest hair was still sticking to his lightly tanned skin as he air-dried from a shower. At the top, she was greeted by Killian’s signature crooked grin, dimples cutting into his freshly trimmed scruff, and a wild mop of dark hair that threatened to hang into his eyes, the blue of which rivaled the lake.

“Always,” she finally replied.

He first set his beer down next to her, then used his hand to help himself take a seat on her left; he hadn’t put his prosthesis back on his left wrist after his shower, evidently, which was good—he was usually self conscious about his scars, but seeing him so relaxed about it was nice. 

He didn’t say anything once he sat, just enjoyed the tranquility of the water with her, punctuated by sips from his drink. Eventually, she put her head on his shoulder, savoring the feel of his warm skin under her cheek. When he finished his beer, he wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer as the sun continued its descent, and stars began to become visible overhead. She knew the sky would be bright orange when they left in the morning, especially as the sun rose out of the lake, but for now, it was still that navy-indigo color of twilight.

She pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

And then his fingers brushed their way up her side, against the skin under the edge of her tshirt.

So her kisses moved north, along his neck and against his sharp jaw.

Before she knew it, she was straddling his cotton-clad lap, sharing languid kisses as her hands gripped his strong shoulders, anchoring her in place. She couldn’t help but press her hips against him; he just had that effect on her. And, thanks to his well-worn selection in pants, she knew the feeling was mutual—could feel the growing hardness in those sweats through her own thin leggings.

She pulled away just enough to shimmy those down her legs, biting back a gasp at the cooling night air on her skin (particularly where she was wet and wanting). And she was ready for him to do the same—she could see the outline of his arousal quite easily through the gray fabric—but he wrapped his blunted left arm around her waist and his fingers reached for her core. 

She was hardly going to complain about this delay—especially once his talented digits brushed against her entrance, then again inside. She arched into it as she found his lips again, and each pass of his fingers through her sex found her getting more and more keyed up, sweat breaking out on her skin in spite of the chill in the air.

He had her nearing the edge, almost to the point of pure bliss, but then eased back before she could cross that threshold. She was almost disappointed, but then he was shifting under her, carefully moving his own pants away to let his cock (finally) spring free.

Wordlessly, in a well-rehearsed motion, she sank down onto his erection; there was something extra thrilling about knowing their friends weren’t all that far away—the din of conversation just reached their ears—and yet, they were down here having a private moment. 

He started to talk but she silenced him with her mouth, not wanting to break the quiet spell that had fallen on them. Instead, she began to move, drawing a low moan from him that vibrated all through her, spurring her on.

Thank god the dock was stable, otherwise she might fear for its structural integrity as she continued; she was worried enough about splinters in sensitive areas, given the way Killian was somehow meeting her press for press. It didn’t take long to get where she’d been earlier and past it, each stroke of his generous length against her inner walls bringer her nearer and nearer to her undoing.

Killian’s breathing grew more erratic under her, his movements more stuttered; he was close, too—but not as close as her. She tried to slow down so they could come together, but he wasn’t having it. “Let go,” he whispered in a raspy voice—and she did.

Now it was his turn to quiet her with a kiss, lest she shout out in rapture as she finally climaxed, letting the ebbing waves of pleasure finally crash over her. He continued to move under until he, too, reached his peak, pulsing inside her.

Neither made an effort to separate as they came down; if anything, they moved closer, he wrapping his arms around her tighter and her nestling her head into his neck, taking a deep whiff of him—the clean scent of his body wash paired with his spicy natural musk (it was her favorite smell, and the fresh lake air was a close second). 

“I love you,” she sighed, once her breath came back to her.

“I love you too, darling,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “And how would you feel about round two?”

“Mm, yes please,” she said.

Still holding her close, he propped himself on his left arm to roll them over onto her back—

—but misjudged, or forgot which way he was rolling, because suddenly they were both splashing into the cold water of the lake. It was unexpected and disorienting and definitely put a damper on what they were about to continue to do.

“Love, are you alright?” Killian asked, panicked, when Emma finally broke the surface; at least the water was fairly shallow, but still deep (and cold) enough to drown any other plans. 

“Y-yeah,” she answered, pushing her hair out of her face as she waded back to him as quick as she could (which wasn’t fast enough). “Th-that d-dn’t work out-t,” she stammered. 

“Fraid not; I’m sorry,” he said, hugging her close to try to warm her. “Let’s get up to the fire,” he directed.

There was a ladder, thankfully, so getting out of the water wasn’t an issue. There would surely be questions from their friends when they got back to the house—or maybe not; it wasn’t hard to guess what they were up to. And the dusty path that lay ahead was bound to be agony on their bare feet.

But once they had changed into dry clothes and were cuddled close under a blanket, under the stars, she didn’t care. How could she, when she had the most perfect man, in the most perfect spot—and he was wearing another perfect pair of sweats?

[libradoodle1]

Ask game! Fluffy #8 "We should go look at stars!" Please! 🤗

Thanks for the request @moondancer71. A fluffy prompt deserves sweet teens Jon and Dany. Aren’t they just adorable?

#8 - “We should go look at stars”

Dany rolled over in bed, hugging the pillow tightly to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut to stave off the tears. She tried to focus on the music that was blasting through her headphones, but it was no use. It didn’t matter what tricks she tried to employ, none of them were able to drown out the terrible screaming coming from her parents room.

She should have known they wouldn’t be able to stop their constant bickering, even if it was her big day and they had both promised that morning over breakfast that they’d make it special for her.

But those vows didn’t matter any longer, hadn’t as soon as they both sat down and ordered drinks at her nameday dinner. Now, they were both well and drunk and the gloves were off. What else was new?

The ding of an incoming text caused her eyes to flutter open. She flipped her phone over and the corners of her mouth curved up automatically.

You back from dinner with your family?

It was from Jon, her next door neighbor and best friend.

Just listening to music in my room. You?

She watched the bubbles appear while he was typing and then his message came through.

We should go look at stars.

Biting her lip, she contemplated a moment. It was a school night and almost midnight so she probably shouldn’t. If her parents found out, they’d have a fit.

At the sound of a door slamming and a flurry of curses from her father, her eyes narrowed as she tossed the pillow aside. They didn’t care one bit that they had broken their promise to her, so why should she try so hard to please them?

Ok, let’s do it.

Dany jumped out of bed and quickly took off her ratty tshirt and shorts. Jon had seen her in them before, but lately she’d been wanting to look a bit more put together in front of him. She put on the gift her brother Rhae had given her, no doubt picked out by his wife.

It was a metallic purple and gold striped tank with spaghetti straps. The sweetheart neckline had a heart on the front and hugged close to her body. She paired it with skinny jeans and looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the way the new top looked on her.

She wondered briefly if Jon would think it was too revealing so she grabbed her purple and yellow jacket and threw it on, zipping it all the way up.

Stepping out onto her balcony, she quietly dragged a chair over close to the roofline and stood on it. Within a minute, his head popped over the side and he grinned down at her.

“Ready to come up?” he asked as he reached for her hands.

Nodding her head, she lifted both arms overhead and he pulled her all the way up to join him. Taking a moment, they grinned at each other in the dark. 

They had been sneaking up on her roof for the last three years, ever since her brother Viserys moved out for school and she got his old room. Shortly after that time, Jon started climbing the tree between their houses so he could use it to come over to her side.

It began because they didn’t have cell phones and couldn’t talk after dark, but now, though they both had their own, they still liked to go up there. It was their secret and a special place, just for the two of them.

He held her hand to keep her steady as they moved to the spot he had already picked out, a blanket laid out to cushion them from the rough shingles and a little box beside it. He tried to ignore how soft and warm she was, how her fingers curled tightly to his. 

Tried not to focus on how perfect her hand felt clasped within his own.

As Jon pulled her along to where he had his stuff set out, she thought she felt a tremor of his fingers along hers, but dismissed it as wishful thinking. He was so self assured and confident; there wasn’t any need for him to be nervous. 

Unlike her, she was sure his heart wasn’t pounding away in his chest; certain he didn’t have problems breathing at her nearness the way she seemed to be at his.

They sat side by side and she took the time to unzip her jacket and shrug it off her shoulders. She snuck a glance at him and pretended not to notice the way his eyes widened slightly at the sight of her. Instead, she bit her lip to keep her pleased smile from giving her away.

From their height on the roof, the streetlamps didn’t really provide much lighting, but still, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of her. Dany was so pretty under the full moon with the stars shining brightly overhead, her silver blonde hair illuminating her lovely face.

“How was your celebration dinner?”

She gave a listless shrug of one shoulder, her lips turned down in a frown. “It was ok, I guess. Since Vis and Rhaenys couldn’t take time off from uni, it was just my parents, Rhae, Elia and Egg.”

Dany tried to smile, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. “Was it another bad fight?”

Letting out a sigh, she leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around her, tucking her closer to his side.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “They were doing so well, but then once they started drinking, I just knew it was going to end badly. My father accused my mother of cheating, then she called him crazy and that pretty much got us kicked out of the restaurant.”

She thought back to earlier and how humiliating it was with all the diners gawking at them while Rhae scrambled to take care of the check after her parents stormed out of the restaurant. 

“Elia wanted me to spend the night at their house after they dropped us off, but I didn’t want to,” she explained. “I just wanted to go to sleep and wait for this awful day to end.”

She lay her head on his shoulder and even though she was being truthful when she said she couldn’t wait for the day to be over, it was no longer the case. More than anything, she wanted this moment to linger.

“Dany, I’m so sorry you had an awful night.” 

It came as no shock that they ruined her day. Too many times he’d seen her eyes red rimmed in the morning on their drive to school. He always had to bite his tongue and put on a polite smile if one of her parents greeted him at the door when all he wanted to do was tell them off for the pain they caused her.

Jon reached between them and squeezed her hand gently before letting go. “I wish I could have made your nameday better.”

She lifted her face up, her eyes holding his steadily and his breath hitched for just a moment. Sometimes, when she looked at him, really looked at him, as she was doing now, he thought maybe she could see right through him. Maybe she knew his secret after all. 

A secret that was shaped just like her. One he held in the depths of his heart, too afraid to let out for fear that he would ruin everything between them.

“You already have, Jon.”

His beautiful face lit up in a smile and it made her smile in turn. He had no idea that just being with him like this, in their secret hideaway, was better than any gift she had been given. 

Up here, under the blanket of shining stars, there was nothing but silence. No screaming, cursing or crying. No empty promises that would go unfilled. No disappointed sighs over thick tension at the dinner table.

Up here, under the watchful eye of the moon, the only sounds were the giggles Jon always coaxed from her. His eyes spoke promises his lips never had to say, telling her she would always matter to him. And the only sighs ever heard were when they had to part from one another.

Shifting back from her, he opened the box sitting beside him. 

“Close your eyes,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” She tried to peek around his body, but he moved to intercept and block her view.

“No peeking,” he chastised. “Just close your eyes and you’ll find out soon enough.”

She pouted for just a split second, but did as he requested. His hands drew hers from her lap and brought them to hold out in front of her. She could feel the tingle of his touch and tried not to hold on to his fingers as he pulled away from her.

Something lightweight was placed into her palms and she perked her ears, trying to figure out what he was doing as she heard a couple of clicks, then a sizzle. She could smell smoke and behind her closed lids, she saw lights dancing.

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

She gasped in surprise at the sight that greeted her and was hit with a wave of embarrassment when her eyes suddenly teared up. 

“You got me a cake!”

Dany was blinking rapidly and in the flickering light from the sparkling candle, he could see her eyes were wet with tears. He hoped she wouldn’t cry because that wasn’t his intent at all.

“Well, not exactly,” he said sheepishly. “It’s just a cupcake, but I figure you might be caked out from dinner so this is just a little something extra.”

She didn’t say anything and just looked at him as she bit her lip, violet eyes extra large in the soft glow of light. “I didn’t want the day to end without letting you know how special you are.”

“Oh, Jon,” she sighed out. “Thank you so much.”

He had no idea, but his gesture truly meant more than she could ever say. The truth was, there wasn’t a nameday cake for her. Her parents' antics caused the dinner to be cut short and in the ensuing fallout, the restaurant staff completely forgot about bringing her cake out from the kitchen.

No one in her family even remembered it and not only did it feel petty to bring it up, but she didn’t exactly feel like celebrating with anyone after that.

“I would sing to you, but I think you’ve suffered enough for one night,” he teased.

She giggled at him and bumped her knee against his. “C’mon, you have a pretty voice.”

Shaking his head, he refused to budge. There was no way he’d sing to her, especially after she called his voice pretty. “Even though I won’t serenade you, you can still make a wish.”

Dany could see he wasn’t going to give in so she closed her eyes. She didn’t even have to think about it; she knew exactly what she wanted. Perhaps, since the heavens were bearing witness to this moment, they would finally grant her what she wished for most in this world.

Blinking her eyes open, she blew out the single flame and once again they were bathed in only the light from the dark sky above.

“Will you share the cupcake with me?” she asked.

At his nod, she unwrapped the paper lining and split the dessert into two halves before handing his piece to him. 

Jon watched as she poked her tongue out and licked at the top of the icing. Instantly, he felt flushed and he was grateful for the dark that hid his red face. Unlike the small ladylike nibbles she was taking, he took two bites and finished the whole thing while her eyes goggled at him.

After four more bites, she was almost done and turned to him. Holding out the small morsel, she gave him a shy smile. “Since you were so sweet to get me a cupcake, I want you to have the last piece.”

Before he could reach out to take it from her, she brought her hands up to his lips. Their eyes locked in the dark and his mouth opened automatically to receive her. 

He was warm against her fingertips and when he took the sweet from her, his teeth grazed her skin, just the tiniest bit. It sent a jolt of electricity through her and she quickly pulled her hand back, less he noticed how they shook.

Her fingers were smeared with icing and not giving it any thought, she brought them to her mouth and licked at the sugar, right over where his lips had just been a moment before. 

Watching as she lightly sucked on her finger, he was overcome with a need to finish what she started. Maybe it was the look on her face as her eyes stared into his, but a streak of boldness took over and he leaned over until their faces were inches apart. 

“I thought you said I’d get the last taste.”

Without hesitation, her fingers popped out from between her lips and he closed in until he was pressed against her skin. He lightly skimmed his mouth over the cream smeared tips, barely stroking them before her hand dropped away. 

With nothing to separate them, he moved in and finally, brushed his lips against hers.

Jon could taste the sweetness of her, but knew it had nothing to do with the icing. This was a moment he’d only dreamed about and he savored the flavor of Dany on his mouth. 

His arms came to wrap gently around her waist and she shifted into him. As they tentatively explored their secret yearnings for one another, she breathed in the scent of him, letting it wash over and wrap around her.

He was hot against her lips and their mouths danced, taking turns leading. Her body was humming from being held in his strong arms, a warmth flooding through her veins at his touch. This was where she wanted to stay forever, with their hearts beating furiously together as they held onto each other.

When they pulled apart, she fluttered her lids open to find him watching her, his eyes shining, a hopeful smile on his face .

“What do you want to do now?” he asked, his breathing slightly labored. “Do you want to head back inside?”

“No,” she said with a slight shake of her head before her own smile lit up her face. “I would like to look at stars.”

Grinning widely, he lay back on the blanket and opened his arm, patting one shoulder in invitation. She moved into his embrace and he closed in around her.

“Happy Nameday, Dany,” Jon whispered against her ear before placing a small kiss to her temple. 

She snuggled against him and smiled up at the stars in a silent bid of thanks. It was a happy nameday. It truly was.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

I was thinking that pt3 jotaro, rohan, and narancia headcanons with their s/o who's an idol. There's also one scenario I would like where s/o is waiting for whoever it is and some creepy fan goes up to them and ya know, invades their privacy, how would they react? Sorry if that's too much 🥺

Ohhhh niceeee! Let’s see how this goes ~!

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KUJO JOTARO

Even if the music you do isn’t his cup of tea, he still supports you very much, in his own way

He buys all your CDs and cassettes, every bit of merch, even if it’s figurines, Tshirts, stickers, pins

And will, without a doubt, act as your personal bodyguard

He’s genuinely shocked if anyone actually has the guts to get anywhere near you when he’s around ( unless it’s a meet & greet, a signing or something )

So you can imagine the face he made when he was escorting you out of a venue after a concert, while you were still glowing and wearing your cutesy and flashy idol outfit, and this...This...Guy...Waltzes up to you

With a stupidly lecherous grin on his stupid face 

And asks for an autograph on his merch Tshirt

You smiled politely, as per your Idol persona facade that you had to put up to keep up your positive image, and having to sign Tshirts was nothing out of the ordinary for you, so you didn’t mind it

But as soon as you stepped closer to him, he sneaked his arm around your waist and pulled you into his arms

And he started slurring a shit ton of perverted ‘love’ confessions

But boy of boy, he had no idea that your bodyguard was also your boyfriend

He’s literally dead

Jotaro will snatch his wrist from you, snap it broken and push him away

Then he picks you up bridal style, walking away, while he lets Star Platinum to Ora the shit out of this idiot

He would have liked to stay and watch, but he didn’t want you to witness such violence, even if you’re a Stand user and had to fight before

That night, he will be a bit quieter than usual for most of the time, until he gets to hold you to sleep

And when he thinks you’re finally asleep ( even if you aren’t ) he will mutter a very sweet ‘I love you’

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KISHIBE ROHAN

He’s a artist, okay??

Rohan = Art = Aesthetics

He will design all your clothes, one outfit for each song, all your special effects, all your stage backgrounds

Will also help you with songs if you ask him to, or will give you ideas if he sees you’re in an artistic blockage

Will propose to travel with you as your manager, but also, will plan trips in various places he deems beautiful, hoping you’ll feel inspired

Also, a ton of photoshoots

You’re a Goddess, alright??

Divine

And he will make sure EVERYONE sees that

Not to mention, he does all your album art and posters - He would get genuinely offended if he wasn’t the one to do them, actually

And a LOT of fanart

But he also does fanart with the two of you together, or with your Stands, either as they are, or dressed in the two of you’s artsy clothes

He actually takes great pride when people buy your merch, because it’s designed by him, so while they appreciate you, he’s also feeling appreciated from the shadows

It’s not the fame, but the art loving that matters to him!

However, one day when you and your girl group idol friends were at a long table, signing things for your fans, while he stood in the chair next to you, scribbling around in his notebook and occasionally gossiping with you

Some guy leaned over the table

Dangerously low

And close to your face

And just...Grinned

It was super creepy, and despite the perfect facade you always pulled, you could only lean further back on your chair and give an awkward half-smile, greeting him and very uncomfortably writing on the disk he bought

But he then asked for a kiss, and that was the last drop for Rohan

Before you knew it, the little white man that his Stand was punched this creep and wrote “Will always shout his most embarrassing secrets out loud”

And that happened

And it was so bad that the guy started sobbing and ran out of there

It took all self-control both you and Rohan had not to laugh hysterically

But by the time you finished the signing session, he took you to a nice cafe outside and you could finally freely gossip and mock all the idiots that cross your path

ESPECIALLY that guy

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GHIRGA NARANCIA

He’s literally your biggest and most vocal fan!!!

Will fanboy about you ALL the time, so much that he kinda annoys the Bucci gang

But they’re also happy for him ‘cause he got to meet the love of his life and he is so excitable and happy with you

So they will also support both you and him

Will be there, in the front row, with huge signs that say “Y/N WE LOVE YOU”

Will constantly yell ALL the lyrics to ALL your songs, and when you’re talking to the crowd, he’ll whistle and cheer so loud

It makes you grin so much and he loves it

Also, instead of the hip hop things he used to listen when on going on missions with the gang, he will listen, hum or sing your songs

So much that every member has at least one favourite line of your songs and will unfortunately have a song stuck in their head

After the concert, you had a meet & greet backstage with a few fans, but of course, Narancia was there and ran to hug you and spin you around, congratulating you on another perfect concert while kissing you all over your face

Apparently, despite the fact that you were open about your relationship with the boy since the beginning of your career, some of your fans weren’t aware of it  - Or maybe they didn’t want to acknowledge its existence

So as soon as Narancia let go of you, so you could catch your breath, you got picked up by someone else, which made you squeak in shock and surprise

This action left everyone speechless - Literally jaw dropped

And Narancia got so pissed off at this fan’s rudeness that he started throwing hands with him

Well, not literally, he respected you too much for that

But he literally picked the boy up by the scruff of his blouse and threw him away from you, threatening him to never get anywhere close to you ever again

If you don’t respect Y/N’s personal space, you don’t respect her music either, so you don’t deserve to be anywhere near her!

So he got security to throw him away from here

All while he commanded Aerosmith to chase him down and shoot the hell outta him, while he held you in his arms and comforted you

Not to mention, he’ll get info on him with the help of Buccellati’s gang and will make his life a living hell

All while giving you only sunshine, rainbows and unicorns, because you deserve all the best and nobody will EVER bother you again <3